Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1456 89. You are in big trouble, because she is a careful lady

   The dark and evil Elder Venerable had just ordered his violent swarm to destroy the ancient capital of Ankhet, creating a horrific slaughter, and immediately there was the Nerubian king who offered to surrender his loyalty.

   This kind of "flexible bottom line" and extreme survivalism made Black amazed.

He did not follow the Lich King and his servants to sweep the ancient city of the Nerubians, but followed Xal'atas to the small underground city on the other side of Ankhet City to participate in the "surrender" of the Nerubians ceremony.

   He wanted to see who the nerubian king who "knows the general" was.

   Is it someone you know?

   Then Black saw a crypt lord very similar to Anub'arak swaying a huge beetle body, leading a group of nerubian spellcasters out of the black dungeon wrapped in cobwebs.

   "Anubrekan, it really is."

  Black recognized the guy when he saw the dark halo around his iconic crown.

   This guy is the second strongest among all the crypt lords after the "King of the Underworld" Anub'arak, and he is also a cunning person. The city he rules is just below the ancient capital of Ankhet.

It was the "frontier city" of the entire Underground Kingdom of Azjol Nerub, and it was also the first Nerubian stronghold that the underground tunnels of Dragonblight lead to. starting point.

  The strategic value of its terrain is extremely important.

   But now, with the death of Anub'arak, the fall of the ancient capital of Ankahet and the betrayal of Anubrekan, the Underground Kingdom of Azjol Nerub has fallen to one-fifth of the territory in an instant.

   It was even more disastrous because this war and this victory came too suddenly.

   As a result, the nerubians have no time to block and cut off the underground network connected to each other by tunnels and spider webs, and their greatest strategic location has been completely opened to the combined forces of the Elder Lords and the Lich King.

   The fall and destruction of the Nerubian kingdom has entered the countdown.

   "O great ancient god, after thousands of years, you have once again come to your loyal underworld, and your servants have been waiting in the dark, searching for the present.

finally

   We are finally back in your dark and warm embrace once again. "

  The crypt lord who ran out to surrender with the commander of the nerubian spellcaster looked like a talkative bastard. He lay down at the feet of the ancient sage who was personally guarded by the supreme lord Korfan in a very respectful manner.

The worm's eyes, which are exactly the same as the brave Anub'arak, do not see the persistence of being a leader at all. Instead, they are full of fanatical worship. It uses the language of the worm people to express itself to the ancient venerable very flatteringly in a low tone. obey.

   even moved out of the dark beliefs of the ancient empire to endorse himself.

   But how could such a little trick be better than Xalatas, who was born in the void?

   The ancient venerable just sneered and did not express much about the surrender of the nerubian king in front of him.

The principle of    is very simple.

If this worm truly agrees with the ancient beliefs of the worms and regards Xal'atas as the only true god, then when Xal'atas appeared in the underground kingdom and was ambushed by Anub'arak, it should be in command. With his subordinates came to "rescue".

I have to wait until Ankhet is destroyed in the **** war, I have to see the mighty Anub'arak die under the sword of the Lich King, I have to make sure that the power of this group of invaders has surpassed the Nerubians. After the upper limit that can be resisted, he hurried to surrender.

   This is clearly the behavior of the villain at both ends of the snake and mouse.

   But it can also be judged.

   That is the guy in front of him with the same powerful strength as Anub'arak. He is a very smart and qualified leader who knows how to judge the situation. He has the first-class wisdom among insect people.

   This is exactly what Xal'atath needs to rebuild the Dark Empire.

   Of course, the premise is that the smart and cunning bug in front of him knows what the Elder Venerable really wants.

  It has to come up with some 'tributes' that can please Xal'atath before asking the Elders to allow it and its subjects to return to the embrace of the Dark Empire.

  Behind Xal'atas, Black also looked at the Nerubian King with a scrutiny, and he was also curious about what method this cunning crypt lord would use to try to save his own life.

Black knew that in another time line, it was the unlucky Anubrekan who was the first to be defeated by the Lich King's sword and became the vanguard of the Scourge Legion and the trigger for the demise of the Nerubian kingdom. Sow.

   But at this moment in history, Anub'arak, who was stronger than him, helped him avoid the thunder, but let this guy escape the calamity of death.

  Xalatas's sneer and silence made the crypt lord who surrendered himself feel the pressure, so it spread its worm claws like a heavy-blade sickle in a more respectful manner, just like the action of a human being thrown to the ground.

  It pointed to the ground with its sharp horns like rhinoceros and shovel beetles, and dared not look at the majesty of the ancient Venerable, and whispered:

"O great god, your loyal servants dare not hide the sins we have committed in the past. During the long time you left your loyal servants, there were false gods from the deep underground trying to seize the spiders of Azjol Nerub. Demon belief.

  The hypocritical Ability God constantly uses the power from the void to lure ignorant people into its command.

   In the depths of Ankhet, the oldest and greatest city of the Nerubians, there are even messengers from the alien gods who convey deviant teachings for the false gods.

   is so blasphemous.

   But as your loyal servant, I firmly hold the last piety for you, and no whispers from Yogg-Saron have ever penetrated the cities under my rule, nor have any nerubians thrown into its command.

   More than that, great Old One, in order to express our sincerity to you, just now, we captured the Void Herald fleeing from the city of Ankhet that suffered from your wrath

  We will sacrifice that humble Ability God messenger to you as a tribute to the return of the Naiyou Nerubians to the great empire!

   Bring it up! "

With the low voice of Anubrekan, more than a dozen nerubian spellcasters wearing dark golden robes used chains formed by shadow magic, pulling and pulling a particularly huge Void Faceless Commander to Sa In front of Ratas.

  The Faceless was wounded, probably by the mantid Yingjie.

   It's bleeding.

   But the twisted flesh kept rolling and twitching as it healed.

   It struggled in the shadow cage created by the Nerubians, and the Shas Yar words full of Void impact were constantly roared by the Faceless Herald, as if to scold the Nerubians for their madness and rudeness.

  These Nerubians who have been subservient to Yogg-Saron, the Thousand-Mawed Demon for thousands of years, dare to raise their weapons to the herald who represents the majesty of the Thousand-Mawed Demon.

   Are these guys crazy?

   Such reprimands continued until it was delivered to Xal'atath.

After sensing Xal'atath's gloomy gaze and the looming air field that once belonged to Y'Shaarj but was now transformed into a more exotic power, Yogg-Saron's herald immediately quiet down.

   is not only calm, but even feels hopeless.

  It's over.

   Lord Volaz, the loyal herald of the Old Gods, has no eyes in the conventional sense.

   But when it sensed Xal'atath's desire to devour the invisible gluttonous gluttony, it knew that it would usher in a catastrophe that is extremely torturous even for the void creatures today.

   It is about to give everything it has to its Thousand-Mawed Demon.

   Well, dedication in the physical sense of everything.

"Not bad."

   Seeing the Void messenger who was imprisoned by the nerubians and sent to him with five flowers **** in front of his eyes, the ancient Venerable's mood suddenly improved.

  Her bewitching face showed a beautiful but frightening smile.

   She stretched out her hand and touched the sharp single horn of the Nerubian King Anubrekan, who was humbly lying on the ground in front of her eyes, like some kind of approval, and like some kind of blessing.

she says:

   "I have seen your precious loyalty, and the swarm has also felt your desire to return to the Empire. The Nerubians are not hopeless after all, and your loyalty means that Azjol Nerub will be saved from the doom of destruction.

   Go.

   Anubrekhan, my Swarm Archon.

   Take my imperial battle flag and command my endless swarm army, go to every city in this underground kingdom, and announce to your people the return of the Ancient One.

   Gather those servants who are willing to return to the Dark Empire, I will show you a new world that belongs to the Dark Empire, and I will give you an eternal mission given by the void.

   That will be the dark end of the glory of all things. "

   "Follow your orders, Supreme Lord."

   After feeling that Xal'atas left the void mark of the Dark Empire on his soul, Anubrekan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and it turned out that his "flexible decision" was correct.

   It not only saved itself with a precise horizontal jump, but also saved the precarious Nerubian kingdom.

   Perhaps in the history recorded by the Nerubians in later generations, he may be described as a racial hero who sets things right in a desperate moment.

  Thinking of this, the cunning crypt lord turned his worm's eyes again.

   It looked at the ancient Venerable Xal'atas in front of him, and it asked in a low voice:

   "My Supreme Majesty, what should I do with those idiots who are unwilling to return to the Empire? Do you want me to execute those rebels who have gone too far down the wrong path and can't turn back in your name?"

   "No, how could the merciful I do such cruelty to my servants?"

  Xalatas smiled, she swam her snake body close to the trembling Void Herald, and she said to the crypt lord behind her:

"I hand over the choice of the future to my subjects. This is the last mercy from the Supreme Being. If they are unwilling to give up their wrong beliefs and return to the embrace of the empire, then let them live in this dark underground with barren hearts. Go down.

   The zealous Lich King will be very willing to solve the traitorous subjects belonging to the Empire for me.

So be it.

   I'm going to chat with my 'old friend' and go do your business. "

   "Follow your orders, Supreme Lord."

   Anubrekhan glanced at the strange human Blake Shaw who followed Xal'atas to the Herald of the Faceless, and it was a little puzzled why a lowly human was qualified to be so close to the Elder.

   Perhaps feeling the question of the crypt lord, the smelly pirate turned his head handsomely, looked at the crypt lord and grinned.

   This is a very chic, very friendly and very sunny smile.

   The only problem is that while Black was laughing, he threw a void blast at Anubrekan who was staring at him.

With a loud bang, the crypt lord felt that his forehead was rounded by a red-hot iron rod, and although there was no substantial contact, just the collision and puncture of the spirit, let the powerful ground. The cave lord shouted and took a few steps back.

   The sturdy cuticle on its head was cracked.

   That is the "sequelae" caused by the inner-outer mental blasting. This trick works best when the opponent is caught off guard. Of course, it is also possible that the impact of the void thrown by Black is a bit strong.

   In short, after this blow, not only did Anubrekan dare not underestimate the stinky pirates, but all the worms around were instantly awe-inspiring.

   As expected of a little human boy who can be so favored by the ancient venerables, his attainments in the Way of the Void are so superb, he is indeed a man with "unique talent".

   "Uh, I feel like your servants are thinking something very rude to me."

  Blake guessed what these **** were thinking without looking at the "expression changes" of the bugs, he whispered to Xalatas who was holding his arm:

   "I think they are all despising the pirate prince of the Dark Empire, I think you should teach them a lesson, why don't you exile them to the world of Argus to be scouts?

   These guys with such rich imaginations, think they can survive even if they are besieged by demons? "

   "Let them want to go, rulers only need the loyalty of their subordinates, and everything else is theirs.

   I am such a generous ruler, and perhaps it is because I never give them excessive orders that I am so fervently loved by the Swarm. "

  Xalatas snorted, made a shameless self-evaluation, and then looked at the messenger Volaz, who was restrained in the shadows in front of him.

With her height in the form of a snake beauty, standing in front of this huge faceless commander is as small as a worm under the giant's feet, but when Xalatas raised his head, the "Void Giant" in front of her was like a mountain on his back. Kneeling abruptly.

   The latter struggled and yelled to get up.

   obviously doesn't want to be too embarrassed in front of Salatas, the Ability God.

   But the ancient venerable just made a nasal sound like thunder echoing on its chaotic soul, pressing it to make a more miserable cry.

  Because he was born in the void, Volaz can understand how irresistible the power represented by Xal'atath is better than other beings.

   "I have occasional reminiscences of bad old days."

  Xalatas looked at the Void Herald, who was twitching and struggling in front of her. She folded her hands around her waist, and the flowing shadows covered the ancient Venerable with a sombre, borderless cloak.

   She said expressionlessly to the screaming void creature in front of her:

"I can still think of the whole process of being eaten by my brothers when I first arrived in this world, every bite that was bitten on me, every swallow that pulled my life, every bite that was chewed alive. Despair and pain.

   I thought I could forget.

   But it turns out that I really am a vengeful woman.

   Go back and tell your master!

Let it take a good bath in Ulduar's cage, wash itself clean, put itself on a plate, garnish with side dishes, and serve it on the table, let it smell and make me feel more appetite.

I.

  I will be going to try this dish called 'Vengeance' soon.

   Poor bastard.

   Your soul can roll.

   But your flesh will remain.

  Before the big meal, I want to taste the 'side dishes', remember to tell Yogg Saron the feeling of desperation that you were bitten bit by bit, bit by bit, and don't miss anything.

   In this way, it can be prepared in advance. "

After   , Xalatas raised his left hand and covered Blake's eyes beside him.

   In the more miserable and terrifying mourning of the Void Faceless, the ancient Venerable released his terrifying "Ancient God's Face" under the awe-inspiring gaze of the servants, and said more and more gently in Black's ear:

   "Come on, close your eyes, I'm going to be a little 'rude' at the next meal. But I don't want you to hate me, my little master."

"Do not worry."

  Blake covered his eyes with his own hands, then wrapped his arms around Xalatas' waist and said:

   "I'll pretend this never happened, and I said, you're flawless in my eyes now."

   (end of this chapter)