MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1942 70. As we all know, the new leader of the army always has to initiate

  Chapter 1942 70. As we all know, when a new soldier takes office, he will always launch an epic waaaaagh!

"woo woo woo woo"

The muffled sound of the horn echoes in this desolate land full of disputes as another boring dawn of Maldraxxus arrives. "Recovery Training".

   In less than a few months, he was dismantled four times in a row, which made him overwhelmed with the "old bone" that could kill a barren cow with one knife.

  Master Wall wasn't bragging to Fenna or Black.

   He is indeed one of the oldest undead warriors born on the land of Maldraxxus. He was the vanguard of the Soul Chosen Chamber, and even briefly served as the Soul Chosen Baron for a certain period of time.

But the **** war secret institute is also a place of fierce competition. After being defeated by his subordinates, Master Wall lost his status, and he lost his soul in the long war that followed, so he had to retire from active duty. I can only live in the damned place of the Theater of Sadness with all my honors.

   The work of training recruits and gladiators is not boring for veterans. At least every day, there are free gladiator fights to watch. Occasionally, if your hands are itchy, you can end the game for fun.

   In the past countless days and nights, Master Wall has become accustomed to easily killing Daredevil and Challenger, which makes the days more and more boring.

   But the bland days of recent months have suddenly become exciting.

Grom Hellscream, Kargath Bladefist, Fenna Goldsword, Black Shaw, these odd souls from Azeroth are like depth charges thrown into the quagmire, killing Mara in one fell swoop. Drokesus is a bloody, tepid, damned place.

   A lot of people are complaining that these guys are too busy.

   But for a hopeless warmonger veteran like Master Wall, who loves fighting and obviously suffers from intense war PTSD symptoms, he would rather live the exciting days of licking blood with a knife.

   Even if it means that he is likely to usher in his fifth dismemberment and suture soon.

"woo woo woo woo"

   The second horn sounded again in the direction south of the Theater of Sorrows, which made Master Wall, who wielded a brutal bone sword and easily defeated his five disciples, raised his head in doubt.

   "The trumpet sound just now was that the Soul Selection Academy was gathering warriors, and now this trumpet sound is the assembly horn of the Creation Academy. What the **** is going on?

  Why are the two trumpet sounds coming from the direction of the Soldier's Seat?

   That place is not already”

"woo woo woo woo"

   Before the veteran could react, the third cold and deadly horn sounded again.

   This time, it was the calling horn of the Ritual Chamber of Secrets. Different from the desolate horns of the warriors, the horns of the lich were always weird and twisted, but straight into the soul.

   "Something happened!"

  Master Wall reacted immediately.

With his blood-stained bone sword behind him, he summoned his armored winged beast to fly, and at the same time he asked his disciples to punch and kick them, and they immediately called up all the gladiators in the entire theater of wounds and set off with him. .

   But the disciples were still at a loss.

  The souls of them who came to Maldraxxus in the "era of peace" were completely unable to understand what it meant when the call-up horns of the Five Chambers sounded one after another.

   Well, although for nearly a thousand years, Maldraxxus has been killing hundreds of people every day because of internal struggles, and is regarded by the outside world as a field of death that devours life.

   But the real "locals" know that a few hundred deaths a day is nothing.

  In the perception of the Maldraxxians, the days when there were no foreign wars or the invasion of the mainland by outsiders were considered dull "eras of peace".

  Master Wall, who was riding on the winged beast, suddenly became angry when he saw his disciples running around. The inferior quality of these young warriors of the new generation of Maldraxxus made veteran soldiers like him extremely disappointed.

   Heck.

   These guys can only bully those armored bulls with weapons!

   It takes five people to form a battle formation to deal with a doomsday lord. If those spirits are unfortunate enough to catch the abyss lord, then dozens of recruits will have to swarm to defeat the upper demon!

   In his day, a veteran like him could deal with five or six faceless people alone.

When Master   Wall assisted the promotion of the fort against the void invasion, he and his two brothers also assassinated the wounded Krasis warlord.

   Riding a horse! How did Maldraxus, who used to be virtuous, become the way he is now? Relying on these damned recruits, when will the glory of the War Nation under the command of Lord Soldier be restored?

   "What are you still doing! You idiots!"

   In the echo of the fourth trumpet sound, Master Wall, who was extremely disappointed with the useless young people, shouted desperately:

   "Listen! The horn of the Withering Chamber of Secrets is also ringing, and the five secret chambers are gathering their own legions. This is the signal that Maldraxxus' total war is on!

  According to the ancient tradition, the militia groups that cannot assemble after three rounds of the call-up horn of the Five Secret Chambers will be dealt with as deserters!

   Even if you are lucky enough to survive, you will be put into a disciplinary camp! "

   The Gladiator Master scolded:

   "I don't mind going to the disciplinary camp, where the most exciting battles can always be found, but you nerds probably won't make it through the first day.

   So for the sake of your sad little lives!

   Immediately bring the good weapons and armor that you have stashed away, the wild bulls and winged beasts you won from the gladiatorial fights, and your war slaves!

   Gather for Lao Tzu TMD!

   Follow me to the Soldier's Seat!

quick!

   I don't want to miss this! Ah, the good times of war are back, ha ha ha ha, what the evil **** promised, eternal war, eternal **** war.

  Good day, it's coming. "

   "Wall! Wall, you old bastard! What are you waiting for? Didn't you hear that the five secret homes were recruiting soldiers? Come on, it's going to be a war, a full-scale war! A full-scale invasion!

   This is so cool! "

   Several old champion fighters who played well with Master Wall shouted outside the door, and this group of old knives with different shapes shouted happily like the New Year:

   "You were so scared that you peeed your pants, I told you that it would be more useful to cut off your leather tube and replace it with a built-in sword, quick! I don't want those recruits to look down on us.

   No matter who the target is this time!

  I want to be a pioneer!

   Ah, my nine broadswords are already hungry. "

   Just like the bustling theater of the dead, when the call for the five secret houses spread throughout Maldraxxus at dawn today, the veterans living in various places have felt the return of the good times.

  The entire wilderness of Maldraxxus is full of wild bull knights rushing about, and the sky is full of black winged beast knights.

   They soared in the shadows of the floating city, they followed behind the army of constructs, they assembled in the portals opened by the liches.

   The long-dead Maldraxxus seems to have come alive in this prelude to the war at dawn.

It's like the powerless old men who suddenly found themselves regaining the vitality of their youth one morning, full of joy and want to regain their old passion, they are putting on a handsome suit, combing their hair into a handsome look, and even beaten Hairspray and a few stacks of "chewing gum", like a red-eyed bull planning to go out and find a few big-ass chicks to talk about love and discuss life.

  Er, although the metaphor is vulgar, but look at those abominable undead blushing, this group of destruction locusts who lived for war and died for war really think so.

  The Great Plain below the Soldier Lord's Seat was quickly crowded with people. The official legions of the Five Secret Chambers formed a phalanx on the ground, and more soldiers stood firm in the numerous floating cities.

  The conscripted militia regiments are deployed around the official regiment, and they are assigned to become servants under different secret houses according to their different tactical experience.

   And those gladiators who made mistakes and were thrown into various gladiatorial arenas were additionally compiled into vanguard punishment camps, and they would be thrown into the craziest and most terrifying battlefields to pay for their sins.

   Maldraxxus was very generous to these sinners.

   As long as they survive three battles, they can be acquitted.

   sounds wonderful, right?

  Unfortunately, since the beginning of this rule, there are not even one-twentieth of the total number of guys who can survive from the punishment camp and get the release reward.

   To call them "cannon fodder" is to flatter them.

   "Call, call, call"

The sound of   's deep breathing sounded on the platform of the Soldier's Seat with heavy footsteps. Blake, who was admiring the dark army of undead below with a pipe in his mouth, did not turn his head.

   He knew that the "Battle for the Marquis of Maldraxxus" that was going on inside the Soldier's Seat was over.

   The only victor is coming to himself.

"You look like a stinky **** that was accidentally stepped on by a dog goblin that had been cleaned up by the orcs. If the warriors of Maldraxxus saw their new master The way you stretch your hips, I guess morale may collapse directly."

  Black said something casually.

   Grom Hellscream, who dragged Death Growl one step at a time, has no interest in responding to the evil god's hateful speech full of racism.

   But the evil **** is not nonsense, the Marquis of Soul Chosen who won with one enemy and four hardships is really embarrassed at this meeting.

   There are still traces of the stitches on his neck.

It was an injury that was cut off by Fenna's desperate counterattack, and then temporarily stitched up by the suturing master. Compared with this injury, the internal organs that were frozen and smashed by the lich, and the body was poisoned and soft. Mud-stained muscles, and the heart that was shattered into a dozen pieces by the **** Kargath were all innocuous minor injuries.

   "Your sister is really a lunatic. I have never seen such a sturdy woman in my life before and after my death."

  Grom wiped the blood from his face and said to Black in a cold voice:

   "I suspect that she is outraged by her desire for dissatisfaction. You have to take responsibility, you know?"

   "You dare to point fingers at me before you become a soldier. If you become a soldier, I don't dare to think about what you would do."

   Evil God said coldly:

   "I'm really starting to think about your proposal now. Maybe it's better than you to let Brox manage Maldroxus. At least Brox won't provoke me like this."

   "Then let him come."

  Grom took the Master Rune Sword from Black.

   He stroked the blade and said:

   "I really don't want to be a soldier. Just let me be a war overlord. I can only fight, and I like to fight."

   "Great proposal, it's really comforting that you've finally found out that your ultimate form is a mindless slasher.

   However, I refuse! "

   Black exhaled a breath of smoke and said:

   "Blox's character is not suitable for this place, you know, the biggest wish of the old orc who killed the Titan in the second half of his life is actually to return to Gordron to be an old pig herd with no competition in the world.

   He can become your brain tank and take over the Soul Chosen Chamber after you.

   But he can't be a soldier because he has lost his eternal desire to win. Remember the secret I told you just now that only gods can know? "

  Cthulhu stretched out his hand and placed it on Grom's shoulder.

  The Godhead of the Silent One was activated at this moment, and with Grom's high-spirited soul and mind leaped to the core of Maldraxxus' earth, Lao Rou seemed to hear the sound of a substantial heart beating in his astonished perception.

   "The Soldier Lord left his last strength here, and he gave his heart of war to the land of Maldraxxus, which is the embodiment of his godhead.

   Do you know what the godhead power of the soldier is?

   is war!

   is victory. "

   Black explains:

   "It is impossible for a warrior who does not seek victory to fit into such a divine power. Brocks may be better at fighting than you, but he will never be accepted by this land."

  Grom fell silent.

   After a few seconds, he said:

   "But even I can't fight forever. One day I'll be tired, and I'll be like Brocks, a tired soul longing for peace."

   "I have chosen a successor for you."

  Evil God laughed, patted Laohou's shoulder and said:

   "Don't be afraid, it's not your son.

  Your stupid son can't take on this responsibility yet, he's trying to learn from you, but unfortunately, Garrosh hasn't lived through the darkest days of the orcs, and he'll never truly be you.

  When you grow old, a new **** of war will come to this land.

   He will beat you.

   He will take away your eternal body.

   He will take over the power of war from you. "

   "The guy you can call the 'God of War'"

   Laohou blinked and said:

   "Varian Wrynn? I heard he's going to be the next Lich King? That's a mandate, shouldn't he go to the Maw?"

   "Then who do you think the next Maw Lord is?"

   Evil God sneered and said:

   "Don't worry, I have everything arranged. Now, don't talk, feel the power left by the soldier with your heart. Do you feel it?"

   Laohou didn't answer. He closed his eyes and held the rune sword in his hand. After more than ten seconds of silence, he opened his eyes, glanced at Black, and said:

   "It's waiting it's alive, it's hungry, it's thirsty"

"very good."

   On the stage of the main soldier, Blake took a step back, and under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of undead spirits, he made a "please" gesture to Laohou, saying:

   "Then, War Overlord Grom, in the name of 'Temporary Soldier Lord', give an order."

   Lao Rou took a deep breath.

   Under the gazes of countless undead and countless commanders, he raised the rune sword in his hand high, and the next moment, the entire Maldraxxus responded with a bang.

This land of death is like a hungry beast with its eyes opened. In the beating of the heart of war hidden in every rock and every piece of gravel, it savagely tore open the fog-like realm and savagely ripped the death The space of the kingdom was smashed into pieces, and it rushed towards the goal of war.

   It is alive.

   Now it wakes up.

   It was eager to eat for the first time.

  In the sudden death like a chicken strangling the undead's cheers, a blue, beautiful and peaceful like heaven, a golden kingdom with quiet temples and brilliant towers floating everywhere appeared in front of the undead.

   "Maldraxxus! Listen to my orders!"

  Old Roar's low roar echoed in the hearts of every undead soul. He raised the blood-stained Death Roar and pointed at the axe to the gorgeous heaven in front of him.

   After a second of silence, the sound of war sounded loudly:

   "The enemy is ahead! All preparations"

   "Attack!!"

   (end of this chapter)