MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1971 99. Remember? We agreed, who found

   Chapter 1971 99. Remember? We have agreed, whoever finds it will belong to whoever [1116]

When the    demons invaded Ravendes, the entire Sinful Land was in chaos.

   The stone-born army assigned by the emperor made Revenders extremely insufficient in defense, but fortunately, the timely appearance of the bald elder sister, the stonesmith, stabilized the situation.

   The mother of the Stoneborn is really hidden.

No one knows how many stoneborn she has carved and hidden in this land during her so many years of seclusion in Revenders. In short, at the critical moment when the devil is about to invade Nasria Fort, the mother of stoneborn climbed high. With a wave, the steady stream of stone warriors stubbornly withstood the line of defense.

   More importantly, the former Moon God of War did not know where to find his three companions.

  The battle of the four Moon Gods of the Night under the shroud of the black moon withstood the raid of the devil, and then cooperated with His Royal Highness's resistance army to climb the city wall, finally at the moment when the building is about to fall, a drama of "the prince returns to turn the tide".

   But that alone is definitely not enough.

  The portals of the demons have opened to seven!

  The entire Ash Plain has been completely occupied by demons, and the defense line on the side of Sin Falls is already in jeopardy, but His Royal Highness cannot find any more troops to fill the line.

The number of    demons is an unsolved mystery, and now the inhabitants of Revendres are about to experience the terrible pressure that the people of Azeroth have endured for the past month and a half.

   As to whether these extravagant psychic vampires can stop the demons from wreaking havoc, to be honest, even His Royal Highness the Prince himself has no idea.

   However, in this fierce battle, there are still some places where the peace of the past is still maintained.

  For example, the manor of the bald-headed elder sister, Madam Stonesmith, was not disturbed by demons.

   On the one hand, the bald-headed elder sister is a dull temperament and does not like to communicate, so the manor is located in a remote area of ​​the Nasria Fort urban area, and the demons have not yet called.

   On the other hand, this place is guarded by various forms of stone descendants, and when the number of demons is small, it is purely a food delivery.

The fighting power of the stone warriors who can tie with the Naru and even expel them is by no means comparable to ordinary demons. If the stubborn stone legion was not trapped in the maw by the emperor, I am afraid that the first wave of invasion of the legion demons would be destroyed by stone. The descendants went back abruptly.

   And at this critical moment, the manor full of stoneborn welcomed a less welcome guest.

The dread witch Narrajas transformed into a Venthyr lady and approached the manor with a blood-colored umbrella. She didn't have a clue in her heart, especially when she was approached by the two ferocious and frenzied men. When the four **** eyes of the Stoneborn Gargonhound were staring at each other, the whole body of the dread witch was shaking.

   Part of this fear is fake.

   After all, one or the other of the dread lords is a showman, but there are still some fearful emotions that really appear.

   Because the grievances between the Nathrezim and the Stoneborn have a long history.

At the beginning, they sneaked into the Holy Light Realm to do things under the Emperor's order, and the irritable old pigeons of the Holy Light were angered. A large group of Naru invaded Revenders for a disciplinary expedition, directly destroying one-third of this land, countless The Stoneborn were sacrificed in the Plains of Ashes to resist the Naaru, and the Stonesmith, mother of the Stoneborn, grieved the sacrifices of his children.

  The powerful bald-headed sister issued a lore order on the spot. If it hadn't been stopped by Emperor Denathius, I'm afraid the Nathrezim would have been killed by the violent stone descendants.

   It is precisely because of this hatred that the stoneborn born after the Holy Light Crusade generally have a keen perception of Nathrezim. The transformation of the Dread Witch can hide most of the creatures, but only the stoneborn.

As Narrajas approached the stonesmith's manor, not only the Gargon hound outside the door woke up from the petrification, but the stone spirits placed on the walls and the stone demons who existed as sculptures slowly opened their eyes .

   At least twenty pairs of eyes were staring at her at this moment. If something went wrong, Banazar, who was hiding in the back, would not even be able to save her.

   But things have come to this point. If she doesn't want to meet that strange kin here, she can only follow Balnazar to venture through the increasingly dangerous Legion Portal.

   The fate of being caught by the demons is too tragic. As a traitor of the Burning Legion, she will most likely be sent to the realm of the Dark Titan.

   At that time, it was not as simple as being torn apart.

   "Uh don't stare at me, stone-headed idiots!"

   Thinking of this, Narrajas tried her best to look confident, and she shouted to the stoneborn in front of her:

   "I'm here to see Lothaxon! You know the name, don't you? It says it has the understanding and permission of the Stoneborn Mother to move freely in Ravendes!

  I am its guest!

  You can't hurt me. "

When Narragath uttered the name "Losaxon", the gargon hounds who had been baring their teeth at her quickly calmed down, and under the surprised gaze of the Dread Witch, these fierce and loyal stoneborn returned to She entered a stone statue state on her pedestal, which made her feel a glimmer of hope.

   turned back in place and waved to the shadow floating in the dark place behind her, indicating that everything went well, and she was going in.

   Hidden in the back, Balnazzar and a group of dread lords stared dumbfounded as the weakest dread witch struttingly pushed the door into the manor among a group of dangerous stone descendants, without being bitten by those Galgons.

   After seeing this impossible scene with their own eyes, these cunning guys had their minds floating, and they exchanged eye contact with each other. It seems that the "Second Way" that Narrajas said was not groundless.

  Perhaps, in their hometown that has exiled them for countless epochs, there is indeed a hidden "hope" left to the Nasrezim who have been criticized by thousands of people, reviled by thousands, and have nowhere to go.

   Well, hope, a word that is impossible to associate with a creature like the Dreadlord.

   is ironic.

   But Balnazzar is still very steady as a Dreadlord.

   It didn't say anything immediately, but protected the sleeping soul blade Remornia in its arms.

   It knows that, whether or not the second way exists, this sword and the cosmic soul sleeping in this sword will determine the future of the Nathrezim.

"You're here?"

  When the Dread Witch walked into this gloomy and dead manor, a gentle voice sounded from the small pavilion in the center of the manor.

  Narrajas raised her head and saw the golden Lothachson standing there, waving her claws at her while moving the wings of Holy Light blessing:

   "Come here, let's talk, don't be so restrained, my clan, don't have to hide your figure in this place, just use the original face to carry out this conversation."

   "Holy Light Demon Lord" Lothaxon's pale, holy light-wrapped face had a gentle smile that hardly belonged to the Dread Demon Lord. He spread his hands and said sincerely:

   "This is our hometown, where we were born.

   We ancient wanderers are finally back here after countless epochs, where we don’t have to hide ourselves, we can relax completely.

  Come on, remove your disguise, young lady, in the eyes of the stoneborn around, that means nothing. "

"young?"

  Narrajas sneered, and while changing back to the hideous posture of a dread witch, she touched her small demon horn, and said sarcastically:

   "I was once a loyal servant serving the Great Emperor. When you hid in various Force Fields, I served our Master in the Great Emperor's court.

  I know more about this land than you, Lothaxon, you can't be so rude. "

   "Ha, I know more about you, Miss Narragus."

   Holy Light Demon King laughed and said:

"I even know that the Emperor sent you to infiltrate Azeroth and secretly talk with Lord Black Shaw in the desert city of Zul'Farrak. It was the first contact between Denathius and Lord Black, and you were the witness. .

  Trust me, miss, you will be proud of this experience in the future.

   Of course, this is not what I want to say today. Since you have come here with full confidence, it means that you have obtained the long sword that carries the soul of the emperor.

  You hope to exchange it for a life.”

   "Be careful!"

  The Witch of Fear changed her expression and scolded:

   "We haven't decided to betray our creator yet, we are still loyal servants of the emperor!"

   "Yes, perhaps this precious and touching loyalty can help you return to the material world safely under the pursuit of demons and all the forces of the entire kingdom of death."

  Losaxon finally stopped maintaining that hypocritical gentleness, and in the shroud of holy light it sneered and said:

   "But do you think it's safe to escape this pursuit and return to the material world? Stupid! Let me tell you, that lord also laid a net for you in the material world.

   All moonlit worlds will see you as prey! Every realm that shines with the Holy Light will honor you in killing you! Wherever the tides of the sea of ​​light and no light go, there will be Void believers eager to dedicate you to the Void Lord in exchange for blessings! And all the places of order also have arcane oracles descending to destroy your last hiding place!

   Not to mention, your most feared dark titan has returned to the material stars.

   Guess what the Fel God who just hacked to death an Eternal would think of you?

  Don't be silly, my dear lady.

   You still don't know what kind of person your creator has offended. He has a terrifying connection in the six forces, and now, he has used this connection for the emperor's final destination.

   Whether it's the Shadowlands or the Material Stars, you've got nowhere to go.

   Handing over that sword is your only survival.

   Oh yeah, I guess, you're going to Azeroth, right? "

  The Holy Light Demon King chuckled and snapped his fingers under Narrajas' trembling gaze. In the next instant, two claws, one left and one right, were placed on the shoulders of the Terror Witch from behind.

   Appears on the left is the gloomy and sneering third lord Mephistos, and on the right appears the Queen of Dread Kintessa shrouded in the black moon.

   "Bazanar must have been expecting this ticklish **** to give him and his master a place of refuge."

   Mephistos stretched his left paw to Narrajas's eyes, showing her the beautiful ring on the paw, made from the skull of the dreadlord.

   The skeleton eyes of the ring shone with pain, and when she was close to the ear of the Dread Witch, she could hear the screams from Lord Tichondrius.

   "You might as well guess, little girl."

   The dreadlord with blue wings whispered in his compatriot's ear softly:

   "Where is Tichondrius, whom you have high hopes for?"

   "It will not end well for the master of the silent one."

   Ms. Jin Taisha on the other side calmly said to Narrajas:

   "Devoting wholeheartedly into the black moon and listening to the good way He bestows is the only relief for us sinful souls.

   Hand over that sword!

  The Quiet One will allow us wanderers to return to our hometown”

   "It's not just returning home."

  Losaxon coughed a few times, and in the stretch of golden wings, it stared at Narrajas's eyes, to be precise, staring at another mind connected to those eyes.

   It persuaded:

   "Come on, Banazar, when all retreats have been cut off, accepting His kindness is our last chance.

  I have met in secret with Prince Renathal, the war of the Six Forces will last long in the Shadowlands, and the return of us wanderers will add a useful army to Ravinders.

  Like what we did in the Burning Legion, our unrivaled intelligence and assassination skills will allow us to shine in the Shadowlands' war against invaders.

  The Mother of Stoneborn has forgiven us under the persuasion of that lord.

  Prince Reinathor was willing to accept Venthyr's ancient brother back to his homeland, and he was even willing to promise us three sin lords in his court of the reapers.

  You know that those medals are tied to Revenders' right to rule, which means that the land will truly accept us, who have nowhere to go!

   We don’t have to drift anymore.

   We can go home.

   And the price we get all this is to hand over a **** who can’t even protect ourselves, is the so-called creator good to us? Banazar, think about it.

  What have we gained under his rule?

  The hard work day after day, the loneliness that is not accepted in any realm, the hatred that everyone hates, and risking life just to fulfill his so-called great wishes

   If that great wish comes true, that’s all.

   But the thing is, you saw it with your own eyes.

   The great conquest he proclaimed was over before it began, and he himself was a loser. Why should we follow him all the way to the dark side? "

  Losaxon strode forward, reached out and grabbed Narrajas's chin, pulled her to his face, stared into her eyes, and said:

   "In the past, we couldn't resist, didn't dare, and couldn't resist, because He is the Creator, and we couldn't complain. But now, times have changed.

   Are you going to **** with a failed god?

   Or come with us to our homeland, defend our homeland with our brothers and truly return to the place where we were born?

free!

   The freedom and future of all the Nathrezim throughout the material stars are now in your hands! Tell me, Banazar, tell me your choice!

   That adult doesn't have that much patience for you.

   You must make a decision before he returns to the land. "

   After finishing speaking, the Holy Light Demon King let go of Narrajas who had been sluggish in place. It flapped its golden wings and rushed into the sky like a golden meteor from the dark manor.

In the next moment, in the positioning call of Lothaxon holding a holy light crystal, a dazzling golden streamer opened from the sky, and in the fluttering of chants, those ancient holy light Naru entered this piece again. The land of sin.

   But they appear right between the two portals of the Burning Legion.

   So there is almost no need for provocation, and Holy Light and Fel can easily fight together again.

   At the moment when the arc of light caused by the collision of golden holy light and green fel energy spread across the sky, Lothaxon's voice came from afar and fell into Balnazar's ears.

it says:

   "Look, I've become the savior of Revenders. Prince Rethonaar and his people will call me a 'hero', and I've occupied one of the three sin lords.

   Are you still hesitating? My dear Banazar, there will be no soup at night. "

   "You all see what I'm doing!"

   In the shadows outside the Stonesmith's Manor, Balnazzar looked around at several of his fellow Nathrezim.

  These **** stared at it silently, and they have drawn power in the shadows to surround their lord. Every Dreadlord has a different look, but one thing is for sure, none of them is called "loyalty".

   "Don't worry, I won't stand in your way, idiots!"

  Banazzar sneered and touched the soul blade Remornia in his paws, a strange smile appeared on its face.

   Exactly.

  This thing represents the future.

   Well, a very bright future.

   Thirty minutes later, the Nagfar returned from the Maw.

  When the ship was docked on the terrace in the shadow of Nasria Fort, Lord Black walked out of the cabin while wiping the four different hickeys on his face, and he saw the smiling Lothaxon raising his hands high.

   And in the claws of the Holy Light Demon King lies the bleak soul blade.

   "I remember we agreed."

   Lord Evil God stretched out his hand and stroked the pitted sword.

   He held Remonia's hilt and said softly:

   "As long as I get this sword, it's mine. Well, my dear emperor, it seems that the game of betrayal between us is at the end, or I'm better, right?"

   "Hey, Master doesn't want us anymore."

   A piercing cry sounded from behind the evil god, accompanied by the sound of weapons rattling, the Salameni sisters danced and spun, and the two sickly sword girls shouted:

   "I knew it! You must have other swords outside, you bastard, you are attracted to other people's swordsmen, the yellow-faced woman at home is not as good as the wild flowers outside."

   "I'm going to cut her off! This little **** who obviously has a master and seduces other people!"

   "Okay, don't go crazy."

  Blake reluctantly comforted his sword girl. He flicked Remonia's sword, shrugged his shoulders, and said to his two sword girls who were so jealous:

   "This thing isn't for me, idiots, it's a gift. Um, a wedding gift, understand? Just be honest, I'll have to find a good blacksmith to fix her first.

  Look at her, she is bumpy, not round and cute at all. "

   (end of this chapter)