MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1929 57. Maldraxxus Tradition: I'll Fight

   Chapter 1929 57. Maldroxus' traditional arts: I want to hit a hundred!

   "We have found clues to the Soldier's Mark in Keshia. Although the process is not so smooth, we have basically locked the trajectory of the Soldier's movements in Keshia before his disappearance.

   In short, there are a lot of weird guys here who call themselves 'Servants of the Gods'.

   They spent a long time in Keshia, supposedly guarding the hidden secrets of this land.

Of course this information would be important if we didn't know Zarecentis, but the good news is that we have an omnipotent prophet on our side to guide us, so the news of the god-servants desperately guarding is here for us Come worthless. "

After Black traveled through the Anima Mirror back to Revendreth, and waited in the underground hall for General Draven to fine-tune the Mirror to Maldraxxus, he took time off with Nag, who was still in the Maw. Farr contacted.

   The person who answered the communication was Nagfar, Princess Mononoke. According to the pirate’s baby daughter, the two mothers have already led the team deep into Keshia, and it is estimated that they may not be able to contact them in the past few days.

   "Then what do you do with those God-Servants?"

  Black held his pipe and asked a question while holding the seal of black clothes. Nagfar, who was on the opposite side of the projection, shifted the perspective of the conversation, allowing Black to see the group of gods on the deck of the ghost ship who were cleaning the deck.

she says:

"Because the ghost sailors were going to go ashore to find treasure, I caught all these talkative guys on board and let them do hard labor. They didn't refuse, but they kept telling me that they saw it in the guidance of destiny. future.

   What else did you say, daddy, that you will destroy the foundation of existence of the entire Shadow Realm.

   They're trying to turn me against me, so I'll take it as a joke, it's actually quite boring on Keshia's side anyway. Speaking of which, these servants of the gods are very strange. Dad, they don't resist, and it's incredible that they work hard and are peaceful.

   Let them brush the deck and they will brush the deck, even if no one is watching them, they will not run away, and when they are done, they will gather together and talk to each other.

How does    feel like a group of mad believers, which makes people feel furious. "

   "For them, this is probably a part of their self-understanding of the destiny. They are like this. They can be reckless because of the guidance of destiny, and they can also be depressed because of the silence of destiny.

   The only mission of these guys from birth to death is to interpret the destiny and maintain it. They have no such thing as individual thinking and ideal wishes. "

  The pirate yawned and explained to his precious daughter:

   "Don't talk too much with the gods, those guys are good at convincing themselves and others that they do see a limited part of the future, but they're not prophets.

   Always keep this in mind, take their advice but not do exactly what they say.

  After you get the Soldier Master's Mark, hand over all the **** attendants on the ship to Zovar. He has a way to deal with these rambunctious bastards. "

   "Well, I know."

   Nagfar made an OK gesture to Dad, and she changed the subject and said:

   "This time, after Mama Sefir and the little **** Xalatas come back, we will go back to the Maw for supplies. When are the guys that Dad said come?

   Do they have the guts to follow us to do this big thing in the Shadow Realm? "

"Soon."

   Lord Cthulhu was unwilling to discuss this issue too much, he took down his pipe and said to his daughter:

   "What should come will always come. You guys are waiting patiently in Destruction Castle. Remember to help me pay attention to the situation on Prince Reinathor's side. If they need help, they can help them appropriately without exposing you."

   Having said that, Black saw General Draven standing next to the activated Maldraxus Mirror and gestured to him, indicating that the passage was opened.

   can be teleported.

The    pirate nodded and said goodbye to Nagfar:

"Say hard work to Sefir and Xalatas for me, Maiev and I are looking forward to the day when we will meet you again, my good daughter, if you endure this deadline, you and I will both get Freedom and everything we desire."

   "It doesn't matter to me. As a ghost ship, I think my current life is quite interesting. Carrying a group of ghost pirates to explore treasures in the ruins left by the first-born is a pastime that fits the lifestyle of a pirate ship.

   But I doubt that the two women you are thinking of will not be happy about it. "

  Princess Mononoke grinned, put a black pirate hat on her head, and blew a kiss to her father to say goodbye, curled her lips and said:

   "Xalatas is a well-known vinegar jar in the pirate world. Although Mama Sefir doesn't seem to be fighting, she has her own ideas in her heart.

They can accompany you to find Maiev in order not to let the man you love spend the rest of his life in loss and pain, but after finding Maiev, you will have to spend your whole life repaying the two mothers for your sacrifices. Paid.

  This may give me some warnings to be more cautious in dealing with relationships in the future. I don't want to repeat the mistakes of you old men and women. "

   "You little brat don't care about the affairs of the adults!"

  Black said something with a sullen face.

   His daughter immediately made a face and said to her father "slightly":

   "I'm in a hurry, Dad, you're in a hurry. It seems that I have inherited your super strength in ridicule. There is no doubt about my daughter."

   "I think you want to **** me off so I can inherit my pirate treasure, but you think beautifully, your little aunt is the first in line to inherit."

The   crumb pirate pouted and reached out to turn off the communication projection. He lowered his head and grinned and said:

   "It is said that the daughter is the caring little jacket of the old father, but I think you and your Aunt Fenna are too close, and this has become a black heart.

   Okay, I'm going to find Fenna.

  God knows what happened to her in Maldraxxus, and I'm going to take her away before it becomes irreversible.

   In short, goodbye, Proudmoore girl, remember to write letters to your grandfather and two grandmothers when you have nothing to do. The lonely old man will rely on the letters of his children and grandchildren for the rest of his life. "

  After chatting, Blake breathed out his smoke ring comfortably, whistled again, and summoned the little fish and his pet Moonberry who were rummaging around in the corners of the underground palace.

   They are going to their next destination.

   "The mirror of Maldraxxus is different from the other two realms."

   Before going through the Mirror Passage, General Draven explained to Black:

   "The warlike kingdom had magic for external teleportation in effect at the very beginning of its establishment. All teleportation from outside would be directed to the death arena in the center of Maldraxxus, no matter what spellcasting technique was used.

  The people there called the arena the 'The Theatre of Sadness'.

   They have their own rules, the belligerent guys stubbornly believe that Maldraxxus does not welcome weak and cowards, so any outsider who enters that realm must first experience a brutal wave of 100-man melee.

   Only those who have survived the big melee will be allowed to stay in Maldraxxus for a long time, so be prepared for battle. "

"how about you?"

  The evil **** glanced at the Stoneborn General, who shrugged his shoulders very humanely, took out a badge of the dead theater champion from his Stoneborn backpack and pinned it on the armor, and pouted and said:

   "How do you think I know the rules of that ghost place? I almost died on the land of the soldier when I secretly shaped these passages for the emperor.

   I used to have the annual 'Masters' in that **** arena the other day, and I was forced into a 13-player scuffle with the monthly champion in the big arena

   But what to say?

   I am better. "

   Having said this, General Draven recalled touching some irreversible terrifying nicks on his rock body, but the rock face was obviously a little proud.

   Being able to win the championship in the Masters of Maldraxus has already shown that he is a top-level fighting force in the entire Shadow Realm.

   "Well, then you are really miserable."

The   crumb pirate showed his trademark hapless grin, saying:

   "I don't think I'll be so miserable that when I enter Maldraxxus, I'm forced to have a passionate fight with the mad gladiator champions, isn't it a hundred people?

   small meaning. "

The evil **** snorted and kicked the fearful little murloc. He looked at Lady Moonberry, who was depressed because he was expelled from his hometown by the goblins. He grinned and took the first step into the spinning circle in front of him. in the pathway.

In fact, as Draven said, after entering the teleportation mirror, Blake really felt that the destination of the magic mirror was forcibly guided and changed by a strange magical force, so that he could only cross the teleportation path along a fixed route. .

   In the change of the picture and the light refraction in front of him, the first thing Lord Evil God sensed was the frenzied shouting from the stands around the Pentagon Arena.

There is also a pungent and disgusting **** smell. From his professional point of view, one or two fights are not enough to make the **** smell on the ground under his feet so strong. Infiltrated with blood, this land has even produced something similar to the "curse aura".

   Once the soul with low life form enters here, it will be forced into a violent state of mind, let go of all hesitation and thinking, and plunge into the endless slaughter like a beast.

   This should be the characteristic of Maldraxxus, the war nation.

   Indeed, as Draven introduced, cowards and weaklings cannot survive in this country, and every life that exists here is a fighter who has survived a brutal battle.

   is like the legendary **** of Khorne.

"boring!"

   Just seconds after Black's figure appeared in the exciting gladiatorial competition, a low roar sounded from the sky.

  The Evil God raised his head and saw a gloomy winged beast, similar to a two-legged flying dragon, flying around the arena, and a huge and ferocious figure was riding on this armored flying dragon with a huge sword on his back.

   He seemed very dissatisfied with the big melee, but shouted in a broken gong:

   "It's been so long since the last Hundred Master Battle ended, but this glorious arena can still only stage such low-level fights, you idiots are embarrassing Maldraxxus!

The fierce God-like Grom Hellscream has penetrated the Soul Selection Chamber, established a new order of warfare with his terrifying axe, and the new miracle born from this land, Fenna Jinjian, also hacked to death Jia. Marquis Mar, the Secret Chamber of Creation has changed hands.

  The Sharp Eyed Chamber is split, and horrific abusers seek new kills.

   Those exotic visitors to Azeroth showed unparalleled fighting power and dominance! Heck, the native gladiators of Maldraxxus were crushed by them.

   We have all become losers!

  You rubbish!

   Let me practice it all!

today!

   Just today, this arena will see blood flow! "

   "Boom"

   The roar of Master Wall, who presided over the gladiatorial battle in the high sky, just finished shouting, and an ultra-large range of shadow fury was smashed by the evil **** on the ground full of blood.

At this moment, it was like the purple hand of the gods falling from the sky, smashing every inch of the ground in the gladiatorial area of ​​the wounded theater, crushing the skeletons, structures and stitched beasts who were trying their best to slaughter. ground.

   The arena that was still very lively just now quieted down in an instant. After everyone lay down, the prophet in black who was still standing there became a firefly in the dark, so vivid and outstanding.

"Hey!"

  Black raised his head to look at Master Wall in the sky, he exhaled a smoke ring, and said:

   "You mentioned Fenna Jinjian just now, right? Who did you say she just hacked to death?"

   "I'm not obligated to answer any of your questions, mighty outsider!"

Master   Wall looked suspiciously at the weird guy in the arena below. His fighter instincts were telling him that this guy was quite dangerous, even more dangerous than Grom Hellscream and Fenna Golden Sword.

   But as the host of the Sad Theater and Maldraxxus welcoming the "newcomer" "Village Elder Grandpa", he still had to tell this mysterious outsider about the rules of this land.

   "Ah, I understand."

  Master Wall hadn't even opened his mouth, when Black on the ground rubbed his hands, reached out to hold the hilt behind his back, and said in a relaxed tone:

   "One hundred heads, right? Come on then."

   "You bastards, it's you who challenged us, not us. Ah, **** it! Forget it, you **** of Azeroth never play cards according to the formula."

  Master Wall saw that Black pulled out a cold rune sword and knew that today was difficult.

  He will also be a little bit sore.

   The stitching of the dismantled champions was just finished yesterday after the last 100 Master Gladiator melee with Fenah Jinjian.

   Including Master Wall himself has just been re-stitched by the psychics.

   Today, this guy is obviously not a good person. It is estimated that after this battle, he will lie down in the hatred factory again.

But the warriors of Maldraxxus were never afraid of challenges, so Master Vol jumped down from his winged beast and smashed into the ground in front of Black's eyes, pulling out a brutal bone sword in his backhand and grabbing the horn to sound .

   In the low voice of woo woo, the fence passage in the five corners of the Sad Theater was opened, and one after another ferocious figure walked out of it.

  The audience in the stands were so happy they were going crazy.

   It's been a while since the last free "Hundred Masters", and there are new masters to watch.

They love the rhythm, the skeletons waving their tattered battle flags shouting and cheering for their favorite gladiator champions, and some even took their heads off and tossed them in excitement. Come to "warm up" the upcoming battle.

"I don't know when it started, more and more people came from Azeroth. You **** have killed two psychic marquis, and turned the two secret courts upside down. The third secret court leader May also be born between you.

   Your presence has thrown Maldraxxus into chaos. "

Master   Wall stretched out his hand and pulled his hood down. He leaned on the brutal bone sword and said to Black:

   "But I haven't seen such a vibrant Maldraxxus for a long time since the disappearance of the soldier, and your presence has reinfused this stagnant war country with burning passion.

   For that, we all have to thank you.

  I am also curious, what kind of changes will you, a powerful visitor from Azeroth, bring to this ancient land? "

   "Change? No no no."

  Blake clasped the humming Salamaine with both hands, and gently pulled it while the fingers intertwined, and the two one-handed long swords fell to his sides like open wings while the sharp blades neighed.

  The Silent One looked at the hundred gladiator champions gathered in front of him, and said in a gentle tone:

   "You know nothing of change, poor Maldraxxus warrior, you worship only a few breezes that I let out, and I am the storm to come.

   Open your eyes and take a good look, I will make you who lost your goals regain your fangs, and I will make you who are degenerate become warriors again.

  You are longing for war.

   I will bring you war, an eternal **** battle.

  No one is immune. "

   "Ah, I'm starting to expect everything you promised, outsider!"

   Master Wall's eyes lit up under the hood. He felt that everything the guy said in front of him was so attractive to him, and spending years in the arena training new recruits has made him tire of it.

  If there really is an eternal **** battle that can be fought forever.

   Ha, it's a future like heaven.

   "Everything you describe is good, but we won't let it go."

  Master Wall raised his bone sword and shouted:

   "One hundred heads! It's not enough without one. Come on, let's experience the warm welcome ceremony that this land has given you."

   "Well, I'm looking forward to it."

  The pirate moved his neck and said:

   "Just use pure martial arts to play with you. Let me tell you a secret before the fight, whether it's Grom or Fenna, they're all my defeats.

   So guys, don't have an impossible fantasy about victory, hope that doesn't exist is a torture for you, relax your mind, come on, enjoy the fight.

   And try to please me with your meaningless lives. "

   (end of this chapter)