MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1903 31. There are always people who want to harm me!

   Chapter 1903 31. There are always bad guys who want to harm me!

  The Maw is a ghost place, not only because it is always dark, but also because this floating island continent has been regarded as a place of punishment for a long time.

   This is not a place where anyone can be happy.

   Every stone and every piece of soil in the Maw contains extreme malice to life, which is the embodiment of the rules of the Shadow Kingdom, and any soul that falls here will be tortured.

   Even if you don't get anima extracted in Zovar's various Guilty Towers or Torment Fortress, it doesn't mean you can escape the disaster.

   In fact, when a soul walks on the earth of the maw, it will feel the hunger of the soul all the time, all the energy will be extracted, and all the happiness will be blocked.

The screaming, tearing pain that erupted at the spiritual level makes the soul always in the most tormented state, like being hungry and unable to eat, thirsty and unable to drink water, even if luck kills some creatures, those Poisonous and cursed flesh and blood are also inaccessible.

   They can't sleep, they're haunted by nightmares, they can't rest, they're brought back to the most vicious memories, they can't even go mad, because the earth will force them to stay awake in pain to continue tormenting them.

   That's not pain.

   Pain is the lowest hospitality in Maw, even gentle.

   Those who can survive in such an environment are real tough guys, or they have a peculiar way to avoid the maw's oppression of the soul, such as wizards like Wei Nali.

But such a miraculous spirit like her is a minority after all, and other people hiding in the maw will have to bear such a heavy burden and continue to endure, either by forcing themselves to adapt to this hellish world, or by handing their own hands after the collapse one day. Ending his own life, he was captured by the warden's ruling power at the moment when his soul left the body.

   From this point of view, Zovar is actually a "benevolent" ruler.

   He never cared about the prisoners who escaped from the cage, and would not even deliberately send someone to hunt them down. Escape without freedom is just another torture with an extended time limit.

   Occasionally adding a touch of "hope" to despair will make those tenacious souls give birth to brighter hearts.

   This is the art of torture.

   and Blake were called "The Demon of Hope" for a while for a reason.

After the evil gods gave his "compatriots" blood, he pulled out of his consciousness and returned to the Sanctuary of Domination. He had already told them what he had to say. He believed that those who were sent into the maw in the battle of demons Souls are true warriors, their previous daze was only due to their ignorance of the afterlife and their lack of purpose.

   After they fell into this hell, they didn't know what to do, and hearing about the complete control of the warden over this place made them feel that no matter how much they struggled, the result would be nothing but a sad mass of mourning that no one paid attention to.

   In this case, Prince Reinathor would not be able to make the souls of these warriors truly firm.

   But Black gave them goals, and also revealed some "big plans" that sounded very exciting. They didn't know what Lord Cthulhu planned to do in the world of death, but in fact this was enough.

  The warriors who have the goal have returned to the battlefield. If they are not afraid of violent demons, then the mere death servants have nothing to be afraid of.

For Azeroth warriors who have spent almost ten years in various wars since the days of the Dark Portal, and even organized the Great Crusade against the demon world of Argus, something that can be hacked to death is simply not worth it fear.

   Their minds have long been tempered in the face of all kinds of bizarre world-destroying natural disasters and enemies, and death cannot frighten them.

   More importantly, many people think that after death they fall into an emptiness without perception, but in fact, after entering this world after death, they can still live as if they were alive and fighting, which makes these old knives feel relieved.

   Their story continues after they die.

   "You tell the truth!"

   On the way from the Sanctuary of Domination to the Hall of Mirrors prepared by Zovar, Fina, who was wearing a battle armor and carrying the Titan Killer, whispered to her brother:

   "The demon war in Azeroth was so cruel, did you arrange it in advance?"

   "Huh? Why do you think so?"

  The pirate was playing with a beautiful anima orb and asked in surprise:

"You feel that I will take the opportunity of the demon war to send more than one million warrior souls into the shadow kingdom in a cruel way, and let them fall into the maw to be tortured, just to prepare a team that can attack in this world. The soul army of the city swept the land?

  In your heart, am I such a cruel **** who treats life as a must? "

   "You're that kind of guy, no doubt about it."

  Fenna raised her nose and said:

   "The only thing I'm not sure about is whether there is any cooperation from the devil during this period. Maybe even the sealing of Sargeras is in your plan."

"Um"

  Blake's eyes turned strange when he looked at his sister.

   He rubbed his chin, and after a few seconds, said:

   "Did you accept the 'wisdom infusion' because you maintained a close relationship with the evil god? Why did you suddenly become so smart that I was a little scared."

   "Hey, I've always been smart, okay?"

  Fina ruffled her hair unhappily, and punched the outer armor of the Lingsteel Golem that passed by.

   made a clear fist mark appear on the sturdy barbed colossus, and also caused the two spirit steel forgers who were repairing the golem to look at each other.

  What is the origin of this woman?

   Can you dent the sturdy spirit steel with a single punch?

  Hey, this is a female tyrannosaurus in fairy skin!

The    elf warrior snorted, enjoying the amazement and awe of the Deepsworn, she whispered:

   "Before I didn't move my head because I had you thinking for me, but now I have stepped on the road of anger leading to the force of life. If I don't move my head, I can't move forward.

  I don't want to be left behind by you or lose all pride and become your plaything. Although I don't hate that ending, I think I should try harder.

  I have an elf archmage mother, if you really think I'm an idiot, then you underestimate me too much. "

   "Well, yes, yes, keep it up."

  Blake reached out and patted Fenna's head with relief, and said:

   "You don't need to be a fighter, you've been a reckless man in charge all your life. If you want to be called a true warrior god, you have to condense some wisdom in your power.

   At least you can't be sold and help count the money or something.

  Look, our dear Lord Zovar has prepared for us the treasure to leave the Maw. "

  The pirate pointed forward.

   In a small hall on the edge of the Sanctuary of Domination, a peculiar black magic mirror has been activated. The Venthyr-style magic mirror is like a portal, overflowing with heart energy and flowing with deep light.

Two Deepsworn Liches were manipulating it, and when they saw Black coming with his sister lover and the strange new treasurer in a pirate hat, and the little murloc pet, the Deepsworn Lich came over. The demon opened his mouth and said with the indifference that a dead person should have:

"The gate to Ravends has been opened, Your Excellency the Silent One, you can enter the Nasria Fort of Emperor Denathius after crossing this mojo, where a luxurious splendor has been prepared for you. Welcome to the celebration."

   "Alas, I really am an unloved villain, and my friend Zovar didn't even want to come forward to send me off."

  Blake sighed pretentiously.

   Facing his teasing, the Abysssworn Lich did not answer.

You really don't have the slightest sense of being a guest. You destroyed a frontier fortress of the Deepsworn when you first arrived, and it will take at least a few years to rebuild that place. Shia, interfered and interrupted the Maw and Venthyr's joint treasure hunt.

  The lion asked for the Castle of Destruction as your temporary dock, and had secret talks with the warden's prisoners for a long time without permission, and finally extorted a batch of extremely valuable Anima Orbs from Lord Zovar.

   A guest like you, let alone the Maw, would probably not be able to accept the wildest Maldraxxus ever.

  Lord Zovar didn't smash your head with a hammer, it means that he is very self-disciplined, so don't be picky about others, okay?

   "I know I've caused you some insignificant trouble, and I'm really sorry."

  The pirate waved goodbye to the Abyssoath Lich, and he said with a smile:

   "But I will come back, believe me, next time I come back I will bring my dear Zovar a surprise gift enough to satisfy him.

  I swear, in the name of the silent, in the name of the sea of ​​no light.

   I'm leaving now, no need to send. "

   After finishing speaking, the pirate took Fina by the waist and walked into the slanted magic mirror in front of him. With a pirate hat and a pirate trench coat, Wei Nali also strode towards the mirror proudly.

   She never thought that her maw prisoner could leave this hellish **** so easily.

   As for the murlocs.

   This guy found a small fragment of the Chain of Domination from somewhere. Although it can no longer be called an artifact, this thing is still a real treasure in Maw.

  Bumbolba flung the broken chain of dominance around his wrist as if showing off, and the two Abysssworn Liches frowned.

   They want to grab the treasure in the hands of the murloc and leave it in the maw.

   But they can't do it, they're nasty guests after all.

   "I really hope that this group of **** suffers a teleportation accident and is completely lost in the storm of the interdomain."

   An Abysssworn Lich couldn't stand it, and cursed in a low voice.

   Its companion was expressionless, but he must have thought so in his heart. This damned villain has finally left, and Maw can finally be quiet for a few days, really.

"boom"

   A crisp sound rang from the magic mirror behind him, and the shattered mirror with black smoke sprinkled everywhere, causing the two Lichs who were about to leave the Abyss to look at each other.

This.

   This is the curse in effect?

No way!

   The opponent is an evil god! How could it be so easy to curse?

   "Om"

  The moment the magic mirror shattered, Zovar's figure appeared outside the small hall, and the gloomy warden walked over, completely ignoring the two trembling Abysssworn Liches.

   He looked at the broken mirror, and the cold light in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

   "Servants of the gods, servants of destiny. Damn cancer."

   Zovar said so.

  This magic mirror leading to Revenders was made by Emperor Denathius himself, and there are not so many forces in the Shadow Realm that can interfere and destroy it.

But the gods who live in the Eternal City, Olipos, can do this kind of thing. Those **** who are talking about the gods probably sense the fluctuation of destiny, so they plan to completely destroy the crisis in this way. .

   This proves that the arrival of Blake Shaw will indeed bring terrible changes to Shadowlands

   As for the safety of the evil god, Zovar is not worried at all.

   He is also a dual goddess **** after all. If he died in a conspiracy so easily, it would be laughable and generous, but if such cross-border transmission is disturbed, I don’t know which country Blake will be thrown into?

   Hehe, the annoying guests really deserve a little lesson.

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"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The elongated scream was wrapped in a mass of light that cut through the space like a meteor and crashed into the barbaric world. Miss Fenna felt like she was thrown into a high-speed spinning goblin engine with hundreds of revolutions per second. Crazy speed spinning at high speed.

   She had absolutely no idea what was going on.

   All I know is that after stepping into the damned portal, the stinky brother shouted angrily, "There is always a bad guy who wants to harm me", and then gave her a kick and kicked her out of the twisted portal.

   If this is put on other people, you must doubt whether Black is trying to kill people.

   But Fenna would not think so, she would only stubbornly think that danger was coming, and her brother was saving her in this way.

   The truth is indeed as Fenna expected.

  The moment she was kicked out of the teleportation passage, she saw with her own eyes that the passageway that was supposed to lead to Revenders twisted and exploded, and her younger brother also disappeared in the terrifying explosion.

   But the younger brother will definitely not die.

   Just kidding, how could he die in a sudden teleportation accident for such a calamity that has never happened in a thousand years? He came to this world for Maiev, and now he has not even seen Maiev's face.

  Brother is not a person who will give up halfway.

   Well, the elf warrior spent a few seconds thinking about the trouble that Black encountered. After thinking that her brother would not be in danger, she began to think about her current situation.

Then she saw a strange building that was getting closer and closer. The pentagonal bone wall created a huge space, surrounded by all kinds of crazy undead screaming, and the center of the building It is a big platform like an arena.

   In the sound of the explosion getting closer and closer to the ground, Fenna could see a large group of undead spirits fighting against an oddly high-ranking demon.

This.

   is a competition?

   Is it so cool?

   "Boom"

   Amidst the earth-shattering loud noise, Fenna landed on the ground face-first to the consternation of tens of thousands of bystanders, like a shooting star hitting the head of the upper-level demon who was caught off guard.

   Then, the entire arena shook like an earthquake with substantial shock waves, engulfing the undead warriors who participated in the Grand Tournament of the Wounded Theater and turning them into skeletons that dissipated all over the floor a few seconds later.

Master Wall, the host of the Arena of Maldraxxus, is also puzzled. Before reaching Maldraxxus, this powerful undead commander was like a butcher who started a war of destruction in his world. , and after his death, he joined the army leader to fight in the south and north.

   But he has never seen a hemp elf fly out of the interspace and hit this chaotic land of war fever with such a bursting posture.

   "Uh, should he be dead?"

Master   Wall flew over the shattered arena on his own armed winged beast, glanced down, and was stunned to find that the guy who came out of nowhere actually slowly climbed up in the impact pit.

   The experience of being the host of the arena came to mind, no matter where this guy came from, as long as he came to Maldraxxus, he had to follow the rules here!

   Then he shouted:

"Stranger! You are already standing on the land of Maldraxus. According to the ancient rules, you have to participate in a hundred-player competition. Only the one who survives is eligible to become a member of this land and get the chance to join the five major players. Qualifications of the JI!

  I ask you, do you want"

   "Huh? Will you survive a battle with a hundred local warriors?"

   The disgraced Fina raised her head and moved her slightly twisted neck.

   She pulled out the Titan Killer from her waist with a swoosh. The moment the weapon stained with Titan blood was unsheathed, the cold murderous aura shook the entire arena into silence.

   In the dead silence, Fenna showed the fanatical and silly smile that a warrior should have. She raised her fist and said:

   "What about this kind of good thing? Of course, I want to participate!"

   The next second, this excellent female warrior taunted Master Wall in the sky:

   "Hey, that big fat guy above, you look a bit strong, come here with a hundred guys as strong as you, I'm right here, and I won't go anywhere until I defeat you.

   Remember my name.

   I am Fenna Golden Sword Proudmoore from Azeroth, come, challenge me, and please me with your weapons and screams! "

   "No, it's you who challenged us, you idiot but leave it alone!"

   Master Wall, a seven-time Wounded Theater Massacre champion, corrected himself.

   But then he shrugged, showing a bloodthirsty smile, grabbed the brutal bone sword on his back, jumped off the saddle of the Winged Beast, and shouted:

   "The last madman from Azeroth had hacked a marquis to become the new lord, and now another challenger from that magical world has called us.

   I'm getting more and more curious about that world of high-quality warriors.

   Warriors of the Soldier Lord!

   Enter the Arena!

  Only one person can leave alive today, and the corpse of the loser will become the trophy of the winner! "

   The whole arena was filled with thunderous applause. The audience had no idea that there would be a free "Master Battle" to watch today. The noisy sound almost lifted the ceiling of the Sad Theater.

   Well, it was a lively day for pure warriors.

   (end of this chapter)