MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1945 73. There has never been a promised future [supplement]

   Chapter 1945 73. There has never been a promised future 【Supplement】

   "clang, clang, clang"

  The piercing sound of the bells echoed throughout the fortresses of the promotion fortress and Grian's home, and a rush of alarms announced the arrival of danger.

   As Grian ascendants and candidates continue to assemble and issue weapons, more details are announced to the warriors of this gorgeous land.

The kingdom of war Maldraxxus, who was supposed to guard the kingdom of shadows and defend against all foreign enemies, gave up their great duty. Those butchers who had been indulging in dirty desires in the slaughter all the year round cut their butcher knives to the promotion fortress, from the five secrets The beasts of the courtyard are besieging the Temple of Valor.

   Mighty Courage Lady Saint Jessandria and her followers are in desperate need of help.

   Hearing all this, the Grian warriors were extremely angry. This anger came not only from the shame that their homeland was trampled by foreign invasions, but also from the contempt for the warriors of Maldraxxus for abandoning their duties.

   In the land of the promotion fortress, every soul has its duty.

  Only the souls who continue to dedicate to this land are eligible to set foot on the road of promotion. The Grians value their duties as much as their own lives. In their view, Maldraxxus' degeneration is shocking.

   Now, the fact that this group of depraved people is still trying to contaminate the land of the fortress of promotion with their filth is totally unforgivable.

In the momentum of the same enemy, the first group of reinforcements soon departed from the temples of other saints. The blue angels with strong wings wore gorgeous armors and held sacred blades to form a column, under the leadership of their respective heroes. Fly down the earth and sky that are no longer calm.

In the middle of the journey, they will encounter the air cavalry released by the Maldroxians, facing the two-headed serpent-like spooky winged beast and completely stitched together with various corpses, watching the terrifying and cruel psychic Dapeng They were fiercely blocked, and the Angels of Green fought fiercely with these guys without fear.

  In Shadowlands, the sky is always Grian's domain.

   Their divine wings make them unrivaled in the skies, and only the same flying Stone Legion can match their aerial combat skills.

  The undead air force of Maldraxxus could not stop the raid of the reinforcements from Glyon. Nearly 30 minutes after the battle, reinforcements from all sides began to besiege the floating city of Maldraxxus in an attempt to buy time for the Temple of Courage.

   However, these heroic reinforcements soon found that their presence was of no use.

  Because Jessandelya of Valor and her Hands of Valor have fallen completely into the trap of the Maldraxxians, they have become prey to attract more prey.

  Those war madmen have completely occupied the Temple of Courage, and the only reason they haven't killed Saint Courage is that keeping this noble soul can bring them more Grians who have thrown themselves into the net.

   After the first batch of reinforcements entered the field, this group of lunatic undead decisively used a devastating plague weapon to block the surrounding sky.

   That's not their domain, but the Maldraxxians are used to attacking the enemy's battlefield and are very good at turning the enemy's advantages into their own traps.

Under the coercion of the pervasive plague, the Angels of Green who came to help but were trapped were forced to fall on the top of the temple that Sandelia had held before, and they had to activate the last batch of the sealed in the temple. The centenarian Goliath came to assist them in defending their positions.

   This is a mind-driven robot warrior.

They have their own thinking circuits. They are brute force, tireless, loyal and steadfast. They are a very important part of the promotion of the fortress war system. The last ray of hope was saved under the crazy attack of the Sri Lankan people.

   Hope is like a flame.

   Burning in the dark only needs a little bit to attract more moths to the fire, but not too many, otherwise it will just scare those moths away.

"This batch of reinforcements has thousands of people, all of whom are the most elite grin warriors. After the Secret Institute of Creation reported to us that this batch of 'raw materials' had been eaten, the corpses collected by the Temple of Courage were enough to replenish. The loss of the previous Construct Legion, and will provide us with a higher quality batch of Abomination Breakers in a month's time."

In the floating city of the Soul Chosen Chamber of Secrets, in the hall of the temporary headquarters, Baroness Draka is reporting to the initiator of the war, Grom Hellscream, the current leader of the five secret chambers of Maldraxus the progress of the war.

  The female warrior who came from the Sharp Eyes Secret Academy to the Soul Selection Academy and was appointed as a baron said simply:

   "The Ritual Chamber of Secrets has begun to extract heart energy from the center of the Temple of Courage to replenish the energy reserves of the floating city, and the spies of the Secret Chamber of Sharp Eyes have already begun to infiltrate their holy places by taking advantage of the chaos in the major temples.

  It is estimated that by this evening at the latest, the goal of the first phase of the battle will be achieved, and the Temple of Valor will become our first fortress in front of the enemy in the promotion of the fortress.

   The Marquise of Fina Golden Sword, please stay here and sit here.

   She has captured Saint Jessandeliya of Courage with her own hands, and is trying to break the opponent's mind and turn it into her own servant.

And according to what I have witnessed, I can also be sure that the loyal St. Jedworth has fallen into the hands of Lord Black Shaw, which means that the promotion fortress has been lost in less than two hours of the current war. two saints"

   Having said this, even Baroness Draka, who was optimistic about the situation before the battle, was a little unbelievable. She hesitated for a few seconds and whispered to the silent Grom Hellscream:

"I feel like I'm dreaming, Your Majesty, is it that the Maldraxas are too strong? Or is the promotion of the fortress too weak? Why didn't even the elite army be used, but let the second-line army play, I It feels like we're on the verge of a total victory?"

   "This is normal, Draka, the fortress of ascension has never depended on the spears and wings of the Glyons to stand in the Shadowlands."

  Old Roar stared at the big map of the promotion fortress provided by the Sharp Eyes Academy.

   He was like a warlord strategizing on the battlefield, after thinking for a few seconds, he said:

   "The real killer of the promotion fortress is those hundred-hearted machines. Their army of mechanical creations has not been activated. Our victory is insignificant, and the situation has not yet ushered in a real turning point.

   But since the Loyal Saint Jedworth has been captured by the magical Black, our next combat target is naturally the Loyalty Fortress, which she manages and rules.

  The Chamber of Creation has proven itself strong, and now it's time for the other Chambers to show their dominance, I decided to give Kargath Bladefist the task of attacking the Fortress of Loyalty.

   Tell him for me, Draka. "

  Grom raised his head and said to his baroness:

   "The Maldroxians are waiting for a neat victory, and this is also his responsibility as the Marquis of Sharp Eyes. If he can't do it, then he should abdicate as soon as possible!"

"Yes!"

   Draka responded with a standard warrior salute.

   But when she turned around and walked out of the command hall, she hesitated for a moment, then turned back and asked:

   "War Overlord, I have a small question. Regarding the goal of this war, are we going to destroy the promotion fortress? Or do we?"

   "Grian of this land is part of the foundation of the shadow kingdom order, and the eldest daughter Gristia is the core of the existence of the promotion fortress. We will not destroy this place, and we will not kill the eldest daughter.

   What happens to this land in the future has nothing to do with us. "

   Laohou didn't lift his head, and explained in a calm tone:

"Our goal is one and only one, before the 'eternal war' begins, to strengthen the fighting power of the Maldraxas, Draka, as much as possible. Is it a 'warm-up hunt' before the grand safari festival?"

   "Of course, who can forget something like that? Durotan and I met on hunts like that."

   Draka understood, and the baroness said in a thoughtful and deep voice:

   "So, the battle to advance to the fort is a warm-up battle for a larger war? I get it!"

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"The Queen of Winter has joined our camp, and she is working with Lady Elune to rebuild the rules of the cycle of life and death, which will be cooperation across the six domains of the force, and it will ensure that the force imbalance will not easily occur in the next era. scene.

   Of course, we also have responsibilities that we need to shoulder.

  I have arranged everything, maybe the final battle will be revealed in the next half a month, and I have arranged a unique "farewell" ceremony for the emperor and the warden.

   I can vouch for it.

   But in order to avoid unexpected accidents, I still expect you and your compatriots to join in. "

In the command hall of the Secret Academy of Creation, Blake spoke in a relaxed tone with the "guest" standing in front of him. The latter wore a mysterious hood and did not say a word. When Blake spoke, he always turned his ears. The act of listening.

  The entire command hall was quiet, and the loyal little murlocs held elemental dung forks outside the hall to ensure that no one would disturb the conversation.

   But not without a third party listening.

   Loyal Lady St. Jedworth is hanging in a very unseemly manner by the wall of the command hall.

The shadowy chains of dominance extending from Black's black coat bound the limbs and neck of the long-legged blue angel, stretching her whole body, a pair of broad wings drooping weakly On both sides of the body, blue blood continued to drip down the white sacred feathers.

  The armor and clothing of this saint have been removed, and she only wears close-fitting clothes, which makes her look embarrassed and helpless now, like a poor little beast captured by a vicious hunter.

   Not to mention running away, even resisting.

   But the pirates did not block the mind of Ms. DeVos, who had had many interactions with him, and he did not mind that the loyal Saint Jay would sit in on his conversation with his guests.

  The mysterious visitor in the hood said to Black:

   "Thanks to you, I have been secretly contacting my compatriots since I returned to the Shadowland. The effect is not bad. I have already drawn some souls who are very marginal in our civilization system.

   But with all due respect, Lord Silent, we don’t mind taking a risk for the future you promised, but our strength is indeed weak, and it is difficult for us to roll out waves under the eyes of the emperor.

   It is not a question of loyalty.

   This is a question of ability. "

   "Of course I took that into consideration, and you can rest assured that I've made arrangements."

  Blake smiled and turned out a special forged stone emblem in his palm like a magic trick. He threw it to his guests and said:

   "Remember why your family was expelled from Revenders?"

  The pirate's guest didn't say anything, he just took the badge he handed over and rubbed it in his hand. After a few seconds, the man said:

   "You mean, Lord Stonesmith has forgiven our sins? The door to our homeland has been opened for us?"

   "You can be bolder with your imagination, my friend."

   Evil God snorted and said:

   "Hometown not only opens doors for you wanderers, it even allows you to have your own realm where you were born.

  You can share everything there with your brothers Venthyr in the land of Ravendes.

   There will be no stoneborn who will arrest you and kill you. You don’t have to rely on other powerful forces to survive. Nasrezim, you can have your own civilization, or form a twin civilization with the Venthyr.

   You have a common creator, and you are brothers.

  I have already established a relationship with Prince Resonal. As long as he can return to Revendez, as long as the authority of the Great Emperor is taken over by another King of Sins, your days of suffering will be completely ended.

   There will be three slots in the new Reaper Court that will forever belong to the Nathrezim.

How about it?

   Is this condition rich enough? "

   "More than I imagined."

   The hooded man was clearly excited.

   It took a deep breath and pulled down the hood that was covering its head. Only at this moment did the weak and loyal Saint Jie hang from the wall clearly see the guy's size.

   That was a golden dreadlord

  The eldest daughter is above, a demon who harnesses the power of holy light, this is a strange creature that is impossible to appear.

   "What do my friends and I need to do for you?"

   The Holy Light Demon Lord Lothaxon, who was ordered to lurk in the Shadowland before, made no secret of his appreciation and expectation for the cooperation plan proposed by Black.

   It very respectfully asked:

   "Do we need to be involved in the rebellion and assassination of Emperor Denassius?"

   "You can't do it."

  Black slapped his face mercilessly and said:

   "You can't resist your creator, at least not now, and I never hoped that an ethereal promise would bring me many Nathrezim reinforcements.

  I admit that you have rare rebels in your species, but most dreadlords are a bunch of shameless bastards.

  I can't trust them.

   So I will only give you one of the easiest tasks.

  You know, this trip is for the Nathrezim to be free from the slavery of your evil creator forever, this is your fight for your evil freedom.

   I need you to make the right choice at that critical moment.

  I know that you are the group of people the emperor trusts the most, and you are the last way he left for himself.

   Therefore, I need you to put a knife in the heart of the weak and desperate Great Emperor when this back path is activated.

   I need you to do what you do best.

   I need you to unleash a shameful betrayal!

   the end, understand? "

  The evil **** leaned on the white bone throne belonging to the Queen of Creation Fenna. He picked up his pipe and said in a relaxed tone to the thoughtful Holy Light Demon Lord Lossachson in front of him:

   "I hand over the power of finishing to you, do you want to continue to live in the shadow of the sewer like a mouse and obey a sewer king who can never make a comeback?

   Or do you want to stand on the winner's side and enjoy a happy life without a big man above your head?

   It is all up to you.

   Freedom can never rely on charity. You should understand this truth very well. Finally, I know that you still have a connection with the Holy Light Domain, Losaxon. "

   Black coughed and whispered:

   "That's your unique 'scarcity'. Anyway, promise me, give me a real 'surprise' for the emperor, okay?"

   "Of course, Lord Silent, I've been looking forward to that day."

   Lightlord Lothaxon knew it was time to retire, and a dreadlord was too prominent on the battlefield of Maldraxxus and the Bastion of Ascension.

   Of course, it didn't forget another serious business, and before leaving, he introduced a Chit Green, who also wore a full-body hood, to Lord Black.

   It introduces:

   "This lady is the current commander of the Forsaken, and she is here to listen to your dark wisdom and learn from you on behalf of her bewildered brethren.

   There are huge doubts in her heart, but I believe you can give her an answer.

Oh, right.

   I also heard a small thing when I was traveling secretly in the promotion fortress. It is said that there was an unlucky female spirit who was imprisoned in the cage of the promotion tower by the Grians because of some small things.

   And the less fortunate female concubine said your name when she was arrested.

   She calls herself your treasurer.

   If that's true, then I think you should probably take the time to rescue your minions.

   As far as I know, Grian Ascendants have never been kind to souls who are not pure and obedient enough. "

  Ps:

   Tired, destroy it.

   (end of this chapter)