MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1930 58. The War Heaven of the Blonde Female Warrior

   Chapter 1930 58. War Heaven of Blonde Female Warrior

The   100 Masters ended a little later than expected.

  Because the stylish Lord Black was unwilling to bully these brave warriors, he took a moment to relive the feeling of fighting with pure skill.

   He did not use the godhead.

   But it turns out that after a creature has completed the ascension ceremony and completed self-transcendence from the existential level, even the most common fighting skills are by no means impossible for the warriors of Maldraxxus to resist.

   Not to mention, the speed of reaction alone is enough to defeat these various forms of gladiatorial champions.

Before they attacked, Black's overly developed brain even calculated the angle and route of their weapon's slashing. With a slash in front of him, Lord Heretic God instantly burst out seventeen or eight ways to deal with it, and he could choose the most perfect one. Which of the.

   This is impossible to fight at all.

   In addition, the sad double-blade in his hand is a real weapon.

   After being strengthened by the soldier, it already has the sharpness and piercing armor of the law. No matter how thick the armor is on the enemy in front of him, it can only be divided with one knife.

   After drinking the eternal blood of the Queen of Winter, the Sorrowful Blades have the evil power of drawing life, which causes the warriors stabbed by them to fall weakly to the ground in an instant.

   If Blake didn't want to take away these souls, this battle of chopping melons and vegetables would only end faster.

   The only threat to him is the death magic of several Lich Warriors, but it's only a bit of a threat, after all, pirates can even see the mana line when they cast spells with the naked eye

   It's a bad thing to say, those few lich pirates who lifted their buttocks knew what kind of baba they were going to pull.

   This is not a level of competition at all, it is just as outrageous as a super Saiyan who transformed into the eighteenth stage and ran to participate in the world's No. 1 martial arts club.

   "It's such an honor."

   When Blake left the arena full of corpses and broken arms, General Draven, who watched this extraordinary battle match, couldn’t help but praised:

   "You are just like the **** of war, I have never seen such a deadly and graceful fighting technique, and I am very proud of my defeat of twelve gladiatorial masters.

   But compared to your great achievements today, I am nothing but a quagmire toad watching the sky. "

   "Huh? So honorable? Did you get the solar battle axe?"

  Black looked at General Draven who was touting himself, he pouted, waved his hand with a sigh of mastery and said:

   "I'm the evil **** who fought against Lord Sargeras and survived, shouldn't it be easy to hack a hundred gladiator champions?

   This is nothing to praise, nor to be surprised by.

   But I did find some interesting things, just in the pastime, I realized a problem that I hadn't discovered before. "

  The evil **** stopped, looked at the strangely colored ground drenched in blood under his feet, picked up his pipe and exhaled a smoke ring, and said to General Draven:

   "I suddenly realized that Maldraxxus is different from other dead kingdoms. This land is alive."

"Um?"

General    Stoneborn was taken aback by this sentence.

   It looked around subconsciously, blinked and said:

   "What do you mean?"

   "It means on the surface, this kingdom has its own consciousness, and it consciously changes its form of existence according to the needs of life in Maldraxus."

  Black stepped on the ground under his feet, as if he was stepping on some kind of living creature to make the blood that was about to dry up seep from the soil. The evil **** looked at the barren and ruined land around him and the mountains and rivers in the distance. He said:

   "This realm is the realm of conflict, and the five sanctuaries, the Maldraxxus war system, represent the five forms of power on this land.

   This is a civilization system shaped by the soldier's interpretation and understanding of war.

   It is savage, raw yet indestructible.

Even after the disappearance of the soldier, while the five secret courtyards were fighting openly and secretly, this land never stopped growing. It was like a living creature, drawing strength from every fight, making Maldroxus this change. The whole in the midst is forever maintained to such an extent that a destructive war can be waged at any time. "

   Lord Evil God paused, and said with emotion:

   "It's no wonder that the Soldier Master can leave Maldraxxus without any burden, without having to stay in his own domain like the Eternals of other realms.

   He has spent countless epochs formulating the rules of growth for this land. Even if there is no more warlord born here, this country will continue to prosper in the battle.

   That bad old man is a bit capable, I really underestimated him. "

   As he spoke, the evil **** raised his head as if feeling it, and looked into the distance with General Draven beside him.

In the surprised croaking of the little fish man beside him, a huge floating city is emerging from the distant sky. It has the appearance of a diamond box. The bottom of the inverted triangle city base is inlaid with dark green psychic stones, which can reach the ground. Unleash devastating energy of death, or use it to direct tens of thousands of undead constructs into battle.

  This floating city is huge, layered up and down, and a huge skull decoration is inlaid on the front of its upper half, in order to add enough deterrence to this gloomy city and mark its identity.

  The four corners of the city are surrounded by barbed edges made of special bone, with heavily armed Construct Guardians.

Under Black's keen gaze, he saw those distinctive structures and their stitchers patrolling back and forth, and in the war beast bar below the city, there were also a group of stitched psychic rocs and them The knights are waiting to take off to meet the enemy.

This rare thing in other realms is full of the brutality, gloom and extreme boasting of power that Maldraxus has, and it didn't appear by accident. When Black saw it, it also seemed to have discovered the evil **** and his The servants adjusted their direction and flew towards the direction of the Sad Theater at an extremely fast speed that did not match the huge size of this thing.

   "That's the floating city of the five secret courtyards!"

General    Delevingne, waving his wings to take off, said to Black:

   "It is a war weapon that brings together all the deadly forces of Maldraxus. It is said that each secret house has its own war fortress, and this one in front of us should belong to."

   "The Secret Chamber of Creation, you can tell by looking at the different abominations and structures on it."

  Black also admired the floating city that was getting closer and closer in the distance. He stretched out his hand to stop General Draven's reconnaissance flying into the sky, saying:

   "After the disappearance of the soldier, the five secret houses fought openly and secretly with each other. Although the psychic marquis also have a lineage loyal to the soldier, not everyone can restrain their ambitions.

   They are preparing for each other to conquer other secret courtyards, and there are definitely more than five floating cities like this.

  I guess more war fortresses have been made and hidden in the armory of the five secret houses, just waiting to be pulled out to fight the enemy when the war starts.

   As expected of Maldroxus, the style of painting is very strange.

   When other kingdoms were still at a loss because of a little heart, these men had already begun to plan to unify the country and elect new soldiers by force.

   It's a waste to leave such a useful knife handle in the Shadowland, they should shine on a more advanced battlefield. "

   "You seem to know Maldraxxus very well?"

   General Draven looked at Black in amazement and said:

   "I feel that you know the entire Shadow Realm very well, and even know many secrets that even the locals have never heard of. Is this the realm of being a god?

   Those secrets don't seem to hide before your eyes. "

   "No, it has nothing to do with whether I am a **** or not. I collect information on this exotic world through other methods, and it is difficult for me to explain this to you.

   Of course, you don’t have to be too curious, please consider this a little hobby of the gods who like to play tricks.

  Look, the floating city is welcoming us. "

   Evil God-sama said something in a pleasant tone.

   A few seconds later, a huge shadow cast from the city in the sky to the ground, shrouding Black and his minions in it.

The light of teleportation also shone under the suspended floating city above his head. When the little fishman grabbed his elemental dung fork and pretended to be a loyal guard beside Black, several people wore psychic robes. The guy was teleported from the floating city to the ground.

They are dressed in the style of this land, with long green and black interwoven robes, with a beak mask like a plague doctor on their faces, no shoes showing bone toes and bandages wrapped around them. Hand bones, to prove that there are real psychics who have lost their weak flesh and blood under this robe.

   Along with them, there were several hideous and heavily armed structures.

   That was no ordinary abomination, very different from the flesh-and-blood constructs that Kel'Thuzad sewed together in the psychic school of Nar'Thalas College.

   Maldraxxus' Abomination is obviously much more advanced.

  They not only use different corpses to form a more powerful combat body, but also have their own unique decoration.

Some hate that there are six white bone segments behind their backs, like a big spider that walks upright, some have transformed their hands into more destructive warhammers and giant axes, and some have put their heads on top of them. A bone crown or brightly colored battle flags strapped to the shoulders.

   They obviously have their own wisdom compared to the stupid haters of Azeroth, and their intelligence is not low.

   Lord Cthulhu looked at a huge structure in front of him with strange eyes. He was discussing with the stitcher next to him about the most popular clothing styles in the Shadow Kingdom recently. It seemed that he was going to ask his stitcher to make himself a fashionable decoration.

  Well, even in the entire Shadow Realm, it is estimated that only the Secret Chamber of Creation, which is good at making structures, can make such a disgusting warrior with such a character.

  As Blake watched with his pipe in his mouth, several psychic suturers stepped forward, and the one at the head looked him up and down, as if confirming some of the external characteristics of Lord Heretic God.

The eyes under the beak mask shone with a cold and uncomfortable light, not like looking at a living person, but like looking at a corpse, still thinking about the parts on the corpse. You can use it yourself.

   "Is it Black?"

   The psychic asked in a voice like a stone rubbing:

   "Blake Shaw? A legendary pirate from Azeroth who is said to be a god? But you don't look like a god, it's a little too low-key."

   "I don't mind taking your Floating City down with a finger if you want to watch me play a high profile, but I guess that's bad manners anywhere."

  The pirate exhaled a smoke ring and said casually:

   "Did your master send you to invite me? Or to provoke me?"

   "You should be more polite!"

   The psychic suturer snorted and said to Blake with no respect:

"The ruthless slayer, the blond creator queen, the Lord of the Chamber of Maldraxxus, the destroyer of Gamal, the commander of all hatred, the beautiful and mighty Marquise of Fenna Golden Sword Proudmoore is We await your arrival in our floating city, Lord Black.

   I heard that you are her brother?

   That's nice, then we'll be gentler when we reclaim the body after you're dead. "

   "Ha, I knew it."

The   crumb pirate showed a "sure enough" smile.

   He knew that Fenna would not let him down. In a land like Maldraxxus that asked for battle and competition, Fenna was a well-deserved daughter of heaven.

   But the evil **** was still a little puzzled. Before following the psychic into the floating city, he asked curiously:

"As far as I know, in order to become the commander of the Secret Academy of Creation, you must at least have a perfect understanding of psychic creation and stitching of structures, right? Not to mention, at least you must have your own knowledge in the field of fabricating structures. And insights can convince the public.

   I don't despise Fenna's knowledge either.

   But it is estimated that her character cannot be enlightened to become a master of creation in a short period of time. How could you obey such a...well, a guy who is lacking? "

   "Something is lacking? Ah, you mean 'no learning and no skills'?"

  The gloomy psychic suturer is also a talent. He led the way and glanced at Black again, shook his head, and said:

   "The Academy of Creation advocates whimsy, and we are willing to accept any changes that can make us stronger or bring more progress to psychic creation.

   The Marquis of Fenna is indeed ignorant of Creation and Structural lore, and she lacks the understanding and necessary respect for these precious knowledge, but that's no big deal.

   She is generous enough.

After hacking to death the arrogant, stupid, dictatorial, and arrogant Marquis Gamal who wanted to replace the soldier's master over Maldraxxus, Gamal's shockingly perfect tectonic body was used as an experiment Materials are distributed among all stitch masters.

   This is enough for the masters to be grateful to her.

   She is also generous enough.

   In order to become the commander of the Secret Institute of Creation, Ms. Fenna also signed an agreement with us to a large extent. When she unfortunately dies one day, her powerful and perfect body will also become the treasure of the Secret Institute of Creation.

   She allowed us to use her corpse as experimental material”

   Having said this, the psychic suturer stopped, glanced at Black, and whispered:

   "The most important thing is that she is strong enough.

  The reason why we agreed to her to take over as Lord of the Secret Chamber of Creation is because no one can beat her.

That terrifying woman slashed our five hundred most powerful Construct warriors and our former marquis in one night, as she sat in the morning light on the mutilated arm of the once mighty Marquis of Gamal. When we drink heavily, we know that the most powerful ruler in the history of the Secret Chamber of Creation has emerged.

  Madraxxus respects power, and Fenna Golden Sword has enough power, so we respect her, we adore her, and we follow her.

Maybe there were still some dissatisfied voices before, but after Marquis Fenna took our army of structures to destroy the soul cellar that was occupied by the secret courtyard of the ritual, and miraculously attacked the soul selection secret like a mad dog. After the Academy reached an alliance agreement, no one doubted her outstanding leadership.

   Do you have any other questions? "

"there is none left."

  Black glanced at the floating city above his head, he shook his head and said:

   "Ah, warriors really have their own paradise, it's right here, no-brainers can have a good time here, what can I say?

  Let's go, let's go to see Marquis Fenner, I still have a lot to say to her. "

   (end of this chapter)