MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1909 37. Everyone is Lady Elune's son of a bitch,

   Chapter 1909 37. Everyone is Lady Elune's son of a bitch, there's nothing to talk about

  The caretaker lady felt like she might as well be dead when she woke up.

   She felt like she was being placed on a stretcher, being carried and walking fast.

   Although her eyes were so weak that she couldn't open her eyes like glue, the moment her perception returned, the Lady Venthyr groaned in pain.

   It doesn't feel good to be pierced by a sword from behind.

   The feeling that her heart was cut open by something gloomy made her, a creature in the kingdom of death, really feel the feeling of death coming.

  Well, it should be the feeling of death coming again.

   After all, with the exception of Prince Reinathor's group of first-generation Venthiers who were shaped by the emperor himself, most of the other anima vampires were transformed from souls who were willing to atone for their sins.

   "I should be dead"

   She tried hard to adapt herself to the constantly bumpy environment, and she struggled to turn her head like a rusty gear, opened her eyes little by little, and said weakly:

   "Where am I? Who's with me?"

"it's me."

A familiar voice made the caregiver's dazed will quiver. She endured the continuous pain and opened her eyes, and saw walking beside the stretcher, wearing a gray-black cloak, wearing the Abyssoath Battle Armor, carrying the Abyssoath on her back. The tomahawk guy took off the skull black steel mask on his face, revealing the emaciated face of Prince Reina Sol.

"His Royal Highness Prince?"

   The caretaker wanted to get up in surprise, but was pushed back on the stretcher by Prince Reinathor.

   He carefully reassured:

   "I know you have a lot of questions, but you need to rest now, and I can explain to you slowly when we get back to the hideout.

Don't worry, Lady Caretaker, the accuser and countess who 'come down' with you have all been found, and thanks to the help of 'the lord', we disgusted rebels are finally able to live in real safety confluence.

  We no longer have to worry about the punishment from the emperor, and we can quietly accumulate more power, waiting for the day of the counterattack to come. "

   "Did you go crazy because you stayed in Maw for too long?"

  Although she is still very weak, Ms. Caretaker's poisonous tongue skills have not diminished in the slightest.

   Being carried on a stretcher by two Tauren Wraith Warriors wearing large Lingsteel armor, she quickly crossed the gap between the Styx Bridge. She looked at the screaming remnants looming in the Styx below, and said in a somber tone:

   "We've all fallen into a maw, and you're still thinking about counterattacking? Look at this hellish place next to you, it's a great success for us to survive here for a month.

   Also, who is 'that lord'? "

   "The one who sent you down."

   Prince Reina Sol shook his head.

   He glanced back at the silent warriors who stretched out their hands to carry the other two stretchers, and was once again surprised and moved by the will of these tough warriors from the world of Azeroth.

   He put the mask of Lingsteel that covered his face on his head, and said to the desperate caregiver in a loud voice:

   "I also thought that despair was the only consolation I could get after a shameful failure, but it turned out that my vision was too poor and needed some subtle and sharp wisdom to guide me.

  The man explained his idea to me, and I was attracted by the great idea, willing to be his collaborator on the Maw and looking forward to the hope and future he promised.

   I have come to realize that our struggle is only part of a larger war.

   I am honored to be a part of it. "

The caregiver was silent for a few seconds. She closed her eyes on the stretcher and complained:

"You look very much like a lunatic who is bewitched by the evil god, saying some inexplicable and unintelligible words, but I also have to admit, if the evil **** who killed me is your collaborator, then at least you are insane. On the one hand, you no longer need the help of others.

  His. That sword really hurts, my heart was really cut open.

   That strange soul blade also had other strange powers attached, which allowed me to maintain the stability of my soul while feeling the pain, and as a result, I couldn’t escape the nibbling of scars even in a coma.

asshole!

   If this is just acting, does this need to be done? "

   Prince Reina Sol shook his head.

   He knew that this was just a routine complaint from the caretaker lady, and this wise lady should also understand that in order to complete this stealing under the eyes of the emperor, the pain as vivid as death is necessary.

   "The Soul Eater Dragoons are approaching! Be careful!"

   The elven ghost who was riding a maw hound as a scout shouted.

  Prince Reinathor and his soldiers dashed skillfully to the shadow of the nearest gray rock, and they were enveloped by the ubiquitous shadow of death in the maw in a few weird laughter of the slender-jawed dragon.

   A few seconds later, the three-headed Soul Eater Flying Dragon Cavalry, parasitized by shadow pollution, spread their wings and flew over this area, but they couldn't find anything wrong.

   "Thanks, Lord Gani."

Prince Reinathor breathed a sigh of relief, removed his finger from the Maw Battle Axe behind him, and said a word to the shadow that dissipated on his body, no one answered him, the strange **** of scavengers should have gone elsewhere Gather the trash it loves.

  This simple and honest character is very appreciated by the Prince of Sin.

While ordering the soldiers to continue their journey with the three nobles who were thrown into the maw, he decided in his heart that if his great cause of resistance could be successful, then when he returned to Nasria Fort, he would definitely All the **** in the whole of Revenders is presented to Lord Garni the Elder for his great service to the great cause of bringing things right to the Venthyr population.

   The ruins of the Temaculun fortress, where they had recently settled, were already in sight, and His Royal Highness could even see the reactivated broken outposts on the Plains of Torment.

   There is a team of orc wolf cavalry souls stationed there, and in the ruins of the fortress, nearly a thousand warrior souls who have escaped from various cages have set up camp.

   These are definitely the best warriors Prince Renathal has ever seen.

   They don't even need His Royal Highness to reorganize their battle formation, they still maintain their outstanding military organization ability when they are alive after death.

   They are natural warriors, with discipline and endurance comparable to the Stone Legion.

   Calculated based on the number of souls that are still being sent into the maw, it may not take half a month for Reina Sol to gather a powerful and usable army.

  Then the next step is to find an arsenal of the sworn ones to defeat the warriors who are used to arm them, and wait for the information sent back by the master before proceeding to the next battle.

   The Prince of Sin already knew his ultimate mission.

He needs to break down that damned Torghast Tower of Guilty Souls at some point in the future, unleash all the souls imprisoned in it and arm them, make a scene in the Maw, and return to Ravend with victory. s, to drive his father, who had fallen into arrogant fantasies, from the throne of the Lord of Sin.

   This is not a personal grudge between fathers and sons.

   This is for the Shadow Kingdom, and even the future of all worlds and kingdoms shaped by the Six Forces system. It was a goal so great that Prince Reinathor had no reason to refuse.

   Of course, he couldn't refuse either.

  If he wants to deviate from this mission, I am afraid that these loyal warriors of the dead will immediately point their weapons at him. Whether he wants it or not, he is already a cog in a big plan.

   But there is nothing wrong with obedience.

   His Royal Highness Prince shrugged.

   Anyway, this coincides with his original goal. Look at the environment he is in. Even if he fails, he will have nothing to lose. He has already gone to hell. How bad can it go?

   On the contrary, this high-risk, high-reward adventure taste makes people infatuated.

   In case of success.

  Haha, in the words of the spirits, this is a lucrative business.

   It really makes people feel heartbroken even if they stay in the maw of hopeless.

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At the same time, in the noble area of ​​Nasria Fort at the dawn of Revenders, in a secret manor guarded by several high towers, Black and his Maiev's lovely wife is visiting the reclusive Sin Reaper, Lady Stonesmith, owner of the Order of Wrath.

   Compared with other sin lords, this lady is very low-key. Although she also has one-seventh of the dominion of Ravendes, she almost never gets involved in any political affairs of this land.

   She doesn't have the slightest interest in ruling, and she doesn't even participate in the Great Emperor's organization and the banquets that Venthyr is keen on, just like a rare hermit among a group of depraved and extravagant vampires.

   However, this does not mean that the stonesmith is an unpopular role.

   In fact, she is the most powerful person on the land of Ravendes, and even Emperor Denathius, who shaped Ravendes, would give her three points.

  The reason is also very simple, the stone forge masters the military power of the entire Revenders.

She is the creator of the Stoneborn and all Stoneborn, and if Denathus has absolute control over Venthyr and the Nathrezim, then the Stonesmith also has the power to manipulate the Stoneborn, although this Ladies never use this power.

  Prince Reinathor also came to the stonesmith before launching that stupid rebellion. With her help, overthrowing the emperor's rule would no longer be difficult.

   But what is embarrassing is that the prince has visited three times, but he has not even been able to enter the gate of the stonesmith's manor.

  People simply ignore this stupid request.

   can be said to be very cold.

   "Lord Black, you should know that staring at a lady's forehead is very rude, right?"

In this studio full of strange statues of all shapes and sizes, the stonesmith who is holding a silver-gray forging hammer and busy carving out a huge stone statue similar to a stoneborn but more ferocious, has his back to the Black and his wife. .

   She said in a cold tone of craftsmanship:

   "Is there something dirty on my head?"

   "Uh, no, but it's because there's nothing that makes people curious."

  Blake pouted, staring at the stone forge's bald head that was as barren as Zovar. He said in a strange tone:

   "Although I knew for a long time that you were the only mysterious person on this earth who could rival Denathius the Great, it was not until I actually met you that I realized that my doubts about you were completely groundless.

  The ability to perfectly control the hairstyle of such a strong man has fully proved your invincible strength. On behalf of Ms. Elune, I salute you, the greatest Lady of the Moonlight War God. "

After    the pirate had finished speaking, Maiev was pinched on the lower back.

   Princess Sin glared at her outspoken husband, how could she judge someone's hairstyle so frivolously in front of a lady? how? Do you think women can't keep their heads bald?

   You are sexist, do you know that?

   needs to be punched and apologized!

"Once?"

   But the stonesmith didn't care what Black said about her unique hairstyle, the sin lord who had an exaggerated bald head but wore a unique and delicate ruby ​​and silver ring crown on his forehead, and stopped beating the stone statue.

   She savored the unique meaning of Black's words, and after a few seconds, she put down the hammer and turned around.

   Those unique, blood-colored topaz-like eyes stared at the pirates, and Lord Evil God keenly noticed the teardrop-shaped emblem belonging to Elune on the hammer of the stonesmith's hammer.

   Steady!

   Black thought so.

The sin lord who can be transformed into Venthyr after death, obtains the power of the Eternal, but still engraves the coat of arms of Lady Elune on his handy equipment, which has proved that the stonesmith is in the world of death. Still holding on to his beliefs.

   In other words, this is the real me!

  Since he is his own person, then there is nothing to worry about. Everyone is a lackey under Lady Elune's seat, so naturally there is nothing that can't be discussed.

   "You say I'm the greatest Moon God of War 'ever'?"

  The stone forger looked at the evil **** in confusion and said:

"I'm curious, after the countless years of my arrival in the dead world, are there new moon **** miracles born in the material stars? I heard little sister Maiev tell your story, Blake Shaw, you are Elu Lady En's God?"

   This arrogant and indifferent bald lady looked up and down at Black, and after a few seconds sneered, and said:

   "Ms. Elune still seems to be obsessed with wild sex, her brain is broken, and she actually chose an evil **** to be her god. It's a shame to believe in such a god."

   "Ha! That's it, that's right."

   Hearing the stone forger's merciless and sharp complaints about the gods he believed in, Black's eyes suddenly lit up. He strode forward and said to the stone forge enthusiastically:

   "You and I are definitely the best friends! My dear strong lady, in fact, I have endured Miss Elune's unique 'little hobby' for a long time.

  You don’t know, in order to please her, I even persuaded a wilderness demigod in Azeroth to accept Lady Elune’s fiery love, I’m a dignified evil god, and I even ran to pimp”

   "Huh? Have you ever done such an embarrassing thing? I thought it was only me who was forced to do it.

  As I struggled to save my world from the villains of the Void, in order to gain strength from Lady Elune, I had to sacrifice the thousand-year-old holy beast that my ancient nation had revered.

   That guy is white-haired, very handsome by the standards of a beast. "

   Stonesmiths also came to be interested.

Under Mrs. Maiev's twitching gaze, Mrs. Stonesmith, who had always been indifferent in front of her, so serious that she couldn't breathe, actually chatted with her unreliable husband in high spirits about the three of them together. The shameful past of the over-theistic **** of faith.

   "cough cough"

   When the stonesmith and Blake started to exchange some filthy gossip about the Moon God, Maiev couldn't listen anymore, she coughed a few times, reminding the two big men to be serious.

   "How did you fall in love with her? So boring, so old-fashioned, not attractive at all."

   The stone forge who was interrupted by the conversation glanced at Maiev and complained to Black. The evil **** sighed in cooperation and said:

   "When I was young and frivolous and ignorant, my mind was captured by a cute priest like a little white flower. When I returned to God, she had already tied the chains of my heart and love to my heart.

  Please don't say that to my wife, Lady Stonesmith.

   She is indeed boring and conservative at times, but I believe she still has a lot of room for improvement in terms of sex. She has already begun to learn from the degenerate and extravagant Vensiers, which is worthy of encouragement. "

   When seeing that Maiev, who was scolded, had already frowned and clenched his fists, the evil **** coughed twice, and said to the stonesmith who was holding the wine glass seriously:

   "Enough chatting, let's get down to business."

   "Okay, let's get down to business."

  The stone forger snorted and glanced at Blake's Sorrowful Blade hidden in the Luna Armament behind her. She took a sip of her wine and said without end:

   "You killed them?"

   "That's right."

  The pirate made a falling thing and replied:

   "They won't interfere with the great cause of the emperor."

   "Well killed."

  The ruthless bald lady sneered and said:

   "These Venthyrs are addicted to cleverness, and most like to try to match upright might with conspiracy.

   So is Resonal, so is the cunning and fickle accusers, the countess who dedicate herself to political struggles and gangs are not even as good as them.

   Such a rat generation, how could it be possible?

  I am not interested in their little conspiracy at all, but you came to visit me with confidence. I think Lord Cthulhu must have a plan that will make me look at it differently.

  Say it. "

  Black maintained a gentle smile.

   After confirming that the emperor was not eavesdropping, he whispered a noun:

   "My plan is Nathrezim."

   (end of this chapter)