MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1931 59. Fenna Golden Sword Proudmoore Ruthless

   Chapter 1931 59. Fenna, Golden Sword, Proudmoore, Ruthless Abomination, Marquise of Creation

  What should there be in a floating city designed and built by psychics?

   A large number of strangely shaped undead? Organ traps all over the place? The stumps and broken arms stacked together at random? Howling souls continue to suffer to provide the necessary accompaniment to the city? I had to add some more blood-stained torture instruments.

   And all of this has to be placed in an environment that is dark enough and cold enough to frighten a child.

   But in fact, none of the above exists in the floating city of the Maldraxxus-style war fortress.

   Only the false floating city used to scare people will have these messy things. For the stitching masters of the Secret Academy of Creation, they always tidy up their laboratories.

It is also necessary to open a bright window in the laboratory to ensure the light source of the laboratory, so that when suturing, you will not mistakenly sew your hands on the position of the feet, and will not put the heart of the structure in the wrong place because of your old eyes. thorax.

   Those stumps and arms that need to be used are called "raw materials".

   There are special apprentices who take care of them and when the instructors need them, they will accurately send materials with different functions into the suture laboratory in advance.

   As for the mourning souls, they will not be casually discarded in the corners of the floating city. Those things will be "stocked" in the soul cellar to keep them alive and waiting for their new life in the structure.

   Even if you accidentally get blood and minced meat all over the test bench when you sew abomination, but after the stitching is finished, the place will be cleaned at the fastest speed, so as not to affect the success rate of the next stitching test.

  The long-established secret institute of creation has long passed the stage of barbaric development, and they have summed up their own set of experimental procedures and laboratory management methods.

  It is difficult for those sloppy stitchers to go too far on this road.

   Besides, the large number of suture master apprentices also have to find something to do for themselves, so as not to be seen by the instructor and then designated as the "material" for the next suture experiment.

   In short, after Black entered the floating city of the Secret Academy of Creation, it was an eye-opener.

   He visited several laboratories along the way where structures were being sewn together, and he felt from the bottom of his heart that all the disciples of the psychic school of Narsalas College should come here to practice.

  What is professionalism?

  Look at how ritualistic people are when they sew up structures. Not only will they ask those souls who will be used as the core of the structure what special functions they want, but they will even provide personalized services for shape selection.

  Tsk tsk, if it wasn't for knowing that it would be difficult for him to die, Blake would have the intention to sign an agreement with the Secret Institute of Creation on the spot, to ensure that he could receive the service of construct resurrection in the best laboratory here after his death.

   He even thought about the shape of the structure he used for his resurrection. It must be powerful enough, handsome enough, and handsome enough. It should have six hands, four legs, and three heads.

   There are three more.

  Uh, well, no kidding.

   Lord Cthulhu grinned and showed a serious expression in the strange gaze of the sewing master next to him. If he thought about it further, he would not pass the trial.

   "Is she here?"

  The pirate looked left and right at the stitching masters who were going back and forth, and said to the guy next to him:

   "What is she going to do with so many smart people? How do I feel like my sister is thinking and advancing a plan that is scary to think about?"

   "Indeed, Lord Black."

  Master stitching explained while leading the way:

"The Queen of Creation is contemplating her own great conquest. She sees the chaos of Maldraxxus and is very unhappy with it. She declares that the eternal warriors born in this great land should not aim their weapons at each other, for the sake of Some insignificant scraps consume precious time.

   She has reached some kind of secret agreement with the Soul Chosen Chamber. Perhaps soon, the two Chambers will join forces to attack the other three Chambers and advance a new order of power on the land of Maldraxxus.

   I have to say that the Queen of Creation’s plan is very much in line with the appetite of the elites of the Constructors of the Secret Academy of Creation.

  Those witless fellows have been persuaded by the Queen to rally around her, which puts us sane master stitchers in a very embarrassing position.

   It is not that we are unwilling to fight this war, we just feel that even a war should have a reasonable plan. "

   "Your idea is right, it does need planning, but I doubt you can convince my Fenna that the world in her eyes is very simple and black and white, and what she believes is difficult to change.

   It takes skill to talk to her, and it takes high-end dark wisdom to convince her. "

  Blake shook his head, stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the command hall where the Queen of Creation was in front of him. He gave the suture master beside him a look, and gave a thumbs up and a confident smile with eight white teeth.

Say:

   "Anyway, leave it to me, and I'll convince Fenna to give up on her unrealistic idiot idea.

   Really has no pattern at all, and he has become the master of the secret courtyard, and his eyes are still only on the third acre of Maldroxus, which is too inappropriate. "

"Uh"

The suture master who sent Black over felt that there was something wrong with what the evil **** said, but before he could stop the persuasion, he saw the pirate push the door into the command hall, and then the always ruthless Marquis Fenna screamed in surprise, and then men and women embraced And the sound of kissing sounded from it.

  “?”

  The suture master widened his eyes.

  If his memory or ears are correct, the Evil God-sama just said that Marquis Fina is his sister, right? Has the life of the nobles of this material world been eroded to such an extent?

  Tsk tsk, for the sake of your own life and the unfinished suture experiment, it is better not to think too much about the details of these issues.

   The suture master thought so, and then saw that the Queen of Creation drove everyone out of the command hall and slammed the door shut,

  Who knows what the two of them will be doing inside.

what! The flesh and blood beings who will be controlled by some nasty instincts are really weak, unlike them, the undead, who will never waste time on such things.

   A sense of superiority immediately rose in the heart of the sewing master.

   let him walk out with his chest up and his head up, but within a few steps, he heard his colleagues discussing the disagreements that had been circulating in the secret chamber of creation for many years.

   For example, when making a structure, it is not necessary to prepare a beautiful appearance in addition to focusing on core strength, and another stupid question such as whether the suture masters can establish a closer spiritual connection with their own structures than friends.

   This is a complete waste of time!

  The suture master snorted, rolled up his sleeves and rushed over to start a debate with his stupid compatriots.

   He brings out his own powerful and unique point of view.

   He believes that the appearance of the construct is as important as the strength. If it weren't for the inability to collect the bodies of the Angels of Grian, he would have sewed a long-legged construct wife with wings for himself.

   This view was instantly appreciated by many stitching masters.

   Alas, the men are so pathetic, both the living and the dead.

On the other side, in Fenna's command hall, the Queen of Creation and the stinky brother who had been separated for a long time also had a heated discussion. Skills and Lord Cthulhu discussed who they missed each other for so long.

The discussion between the two was so serious that the well-made command sand table was messed up. On the unique bone throne of the Queen of Creation, the lazy-faced Fina leaned on her brother's arms, and she closed her eyes slightly and sighed. Say:

   "I'll have to let those stupid constructs recreate a map of Maldraxxus for me again, it's all your fault! They said they were going to the bedroom"

   "You came first."

  The pirate immediately dumped the pot, waved his hand and patted the restless warrior queen in his arms, and said:

"And your **** plan, your subordinates told me that you reached a secret agreement with the new Marquis of the Soul Chosen Chamber of Secrets? Did that **** Grom give you face like this? I heard he cut it all the way. All the death knights in the Secret Chamber of Souls became Marquis, so are your actions in the Secret Chamber of Creation also paying tribute to him?"

"Uh"

   This question made Fenna roll her eyes. She put her hand around her brother's neck, raised her head like a charming elf cat, and whispered in his ear:

   "Actually, the order of this matter should be changed. After I played all the way from the Sorrowful Death Theater, I went to the Soul Selection Academy first, which I think is more in line with my appetite.

   As a result, he had just hacked to death the soul-chosen baron named Velaz, when he encountered Lao Hou jumping out with an axe and trying to find me desperately.

Of course I didn't refuse. I've been fighting with him for a long time. That old guy has been in Maldraxus longer than me. He also has some strange powers. Still lost.

   But I only lost one move.”

  Fina wrinkled her nose in annoyance. She glanced at her brother who was listening carefully, kissed him on the cheek again, and continued:

   "Old Roar said that he wanted to give me the status of a Baron of Soul Selection and let me serve him. He originally planned to bring the Soul Selection Academy to attack the Creation Academy, but I refused.

   Am I the kind of warrior who would be willing to be subjugated?

  I asked him to help contain the outer structure legion of the Secret Garden of Creation, and then rushed into this floating city.

   Killed Marquis Gamal and his elite guards overnight, and owed the contract with those suture masters to return the corpse to them after my death, and they made me the queen of creation. "

   "It seems like something you can do."

  Blake leaned on the throne of bones, stretched out his hand and rubbed Fenna's waist, and after a few seconds, he said:

   "But Laohou certainly didn't help you for free, right? You reached some agreement with him? Is it the agreement you signed on behalf of the Creation Academy and the Soul Selection Academy?

  What is the content? "

   "Uh, this is very complicated, I can't tell you right now, I want to leave a little suspense. But tonight, Lao Hou and I are going to meet and talk about something important.

   is related to the Sharp Eyes Academy, so I can only talk about it here.

   That secret courtyard is very good at sending assassins to lurk in the shadows of other secret courtyards. Any conspiracy against them will be detected in advance. Lao Hou and I have been trying to keep it a secret. "

   Fenna explained in a low voice.

   As she wriggled in the arms of the pirate, like a fish, she grabbed Blake's ears with both hands and said:

   "You said my plan was not perfect, you must have yours, right? Tell me, what are you going to do in Maldraxxus?

  The mark of the soldier is not here, I thought you would go directly to the fortress. "

   "I'm going there, but I'm going to be blasted all the way out of that golden plain by the little blue angels' psychic colossus."

  Blake shook his head, he looked at Fenna's bright eyes, and then stretched out his hand and flicked the tip of her nose, saying:

"I have to press back on this matter. When you meet Grom, I will talk to both of you again. Don't worry, this matter will not only affect your rule over each other's Chamber of Secrets, it will also make you To be a war hero of Maldraxxus."

   "Oh, well then, I believe in you."

Fenna didn't ask much, her habit made her obey Blake's command, but after a few seconds, Fenna seemed to remember something important again, she sat up from the pirate's arms, with her long golden hair like a While the cloak was shaking, he looked down at him and said:

   "I want you to do me a favor, brother."

   "Well, you said."

  Black closed his eyes slightly, he raised his head to make himself look like a gentleman, Finna grinned and said:

"I want to ask you for help in summoning Dean Bluemoon and old Merry to Maldraxxus, you know, there is a secret chamber of worship in the five secret chambers, and it is full of liches, all the witches from all over the material stars. The demons are gathered there.

   That is a place where knowledge is the most important place. Laohou and I can't get involved at all. It is the most difficult place to deal with in the five secret courtyards.

   Whether it is me or Grom who want to unify the entire Maldraxxus, the stubborn lich can't be avoided, but it is impossible for you to make us two masters of death magic in a short period of time.

so."

   "So you are thinking of looking for foreign aid?"

The pirate    rolled his eyes and grabbed the elf warrior's slender waist. It seemed that she was giving him a headache because of her excessive request. He thought about it and said:

   "Thank you for thinking of such a way, but I think Dean Lanyue and Old Meili might not accompany you to mess around with you, and there are a lot of things on their side."

   "But sooner or later they will all come here."

  Fina hugged her brother's head gently, while stroking, she whispered softly:

   "Dean Bluemoon and old Merry will one day leave the material world at the call of death, and by then they will cross the veil of life and death to Maldraxxus.

   They are already lich, and the Ritual Chamber of Secrets is their eternal home.

   It's not a big deal to adapt to the environment here in advance, what's more, they will definitely be able to learn valuable knowledge there.

   I think it's good for both of us.

   And that Kel'Thuzad from the psychic school, isn't he the master of constructs in Azeroth? And he also completed the Lich's promotion ceremony, let him come too.

   I can even give him the status of a baron of creation, anyway, the idiot who was loyal to Gamal before was hacked to death by me, and even his soul was chopped to pieces.

   He can study at the Secret Academy of Creation. I mean, if he gets used to it, he can even take over the title of Marquis of Creation from me.

  I don't really like it here anyway. "

   The elf warrior stretched his body and said to Black:

   "You always have to leave here, just like you left Azeroth. I hope to have a cabin of my own on the Nagfar, and I will accompany you, brother.

  I will accompany you to the end of this journey, but the legends and stories I left in Maldraxxus also have to have a happy ending, so.”

  Finner leaned over and gave Black's forehead a hard pinch. She said:

   "I'll leave it to you."

   (end of this chapter)