MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1936 64. The secret house of rituals has been orthodox for countless epochs

  Chapter 1936 64. The Secret Garden of Ritual Ritual is the holy land of the orthodox Lich for countless epochs, so their Lich should be very strong, right?

   The chaos of the night had calmed down in the early hours of the morning.

The three floating cities of the Secret Academy of Sharp Eyes are still connected to the floating city of the Secret Garden of Creation in three directions with chains, but the Assassins of the Sharp Eyes have all withdrawn from the battlefield under the order of the Marquis of Akalek and returned to their respective places. in the floating city.

   Sharp-eyed assassins are super-strong in executing tasks and instructions. They never ask secrets that shouldn't be asked, but they also have their own thinking and curiosity about such a bizarre thing tonight.

When the first ray of light in Maldraxus appeared in the morning, there was a gossip in the floating city of the Sharp Eyes Academy, saying that the Marquis had reached the agreement on behalf of the Sharp Eyes Academy, the Soul Selection Academy and the Creation Academy. Alliance Agreement, the three Chambers of Secrets will work together to end the chaos in Maldraxxus.

  It is also said that the marquis saw the command of the soldier master and chose to obey the soldier master's order.

Although there is no evidence to prove the rationality of these gossip, the assassins guessed the truth by accident. The fact is that after half a night of secret talks, the conflict between the three secret houses has been finally resolved. .

   Marquis Arkalek stepped down as the leader of the Sharp Eyes Chamber of Secrets and passed the title of Marquis to Kargath Bladefist, and Ms. Draka entered the Soul Selection Chamber to become the Soul Chosen Baron to assist Lao Rou to prepare for **** of the country.

   As for the Queen of Creation Fenna Jinjian.

   This very characterful ruler doesn't even bother to bother with these boring negotiations.

   Before dawn, she and her younger brother, the foreign evil **** who held the soldier's token in his hand, sneaked out of the Floating City of Creation, and no one knew what they were doing.

   Maybe it's a tryst?

  Er, of course, the truth is far from so glamorous.

  Fina and Blake just ran all the way to the gladiator camp outside the Theater of Wounds, and successfully found the group of wandering spirits with wonderful technology under the leadership of the Moon God of War and the girl nerubian assassin Kalek.

   "It's almost impossible to open a rift to a specific material world!"

  In the camp where the spirits are full of technology, a spirit that was sitting leisurely on a chair stretched out his hands and said to a man and a woman in front of him:

   "Technically speaking, this is not possible, because we simply cannot locate the exact phase of the physical world in the realm of the dead, and the physical mapping of the two worlds is very different.

   Well, this lady seems to be a warrior, then I won't torture your mind with these technical terms.

   I said a little simpler!

   The laws of physics in the shadow realm and the material world are different!

   This alone is enough to invalidate all the teleportation methods you are familiar with, and the wonderful technology we master can only randomly open rifts to other realms.

   So, to sum up, I can't do what you want at all. "

   "There is nothing that can't be done for a spirit."

  Black glanced at the spirit in front of him and said:

   "I also have a Lingling friend, and she still has some intersection with you. I don't think the Le Consortium that can send people to Maw and bring back their own people can't solve even a little trouble of teleportation.

   Besides, my friends are not alive!

   They are all liches.

   They are all dead, and they are the souls that should have come to Maldraxxus. This is not to let you do bad things, and you don’t need them to take risks. It’s just to take them ‘home’. "

   "That's not 'a little trouble,' my dear friend."

   The Lingling merchant shook his head stubbornly and said:

   "I won't risk it.

   That would destroy the only phase shift transmitter we had. It is a precious thing that no amount of money can buy. It is the lifeblood of our consortium! "

   "Ah, I see, so all risks can be attributed to 'money'."

The   crumb pirate grinned, kicked the little murloc under his feet, and said to the spirit:

   "You said it earlier."

   "Cuck!"

There were also some little fishmen who didn't wake up, rubbed their eyes, and threw a large bag of good things picked up from the Maw from their backpacks. Those things smashed at the feet of the spirits, and the dirty bags spread out to reveal a smear of dust. The dim arc of light immediately attracted the attention of the spirit merchant.

   The psychic fire on the latter's head trembled, and he re-explained to Black with a rather difficult mood:

   "No! It's not about money.

  I admit that your lavishness makes me very tempted, but I really can't risk it, that machine is the common property of all my friends, you know?

   I can't be so selfish to use it for my own benefit. "

   "My God, there is a holy saint standing in front of me!"

  Blake exclaimed in a pretentious manner, and gestured to the murloc again, saying:

   "What are you still doing? Don't let the friends of my soulmates feel that their investments are wasted, everyone should get a piece of the deal."

  “呱呱”

  The murlocs understood, and they kept throwing all kinds of small pockets at the feet of the spirit merchants.

Various spirit seed pockets from Blazing Blue Immortal Fields, sculptures made of natural wood and sacrificial objects of Loamen, luxurious palace treasures from Ravendes, and exquisite artworks of Venthiers make the surrounding people even more attractive. The spirits were all gathered.

  Especially the oil painting that recorded the majestic posture of Emperor Denasius among the treasures was hotly discussed in private by the spirits, who were evaluating how much money could be exchanged for sending this thing to the bank of the Tower Consortium.

   "It's not really about the money"

   The spirit merchant's refusal tone became weaker and weaker.

   Its body and psychic flames began to tremble, but Black was not taking advantage of it, and was stopped by Black's eyes when the little murloc was about to throw more things.

   He picked up his pipe, opened his arms and said to the wandering spirits around him:

   "Gentlemen, Mr. Le told me that the teleporter is your common property, and everyone has a certain amount of ownership of that machine.

  I understand everyone's difficulties, so I decided to distribute these assets equally to every spirit present to ensure everyone's interests. As long as Mr. Le nodded, the money will be yours.

   But if Mr. Le still refuses this good deal, you will get nothing but my disgust and hostility.

  I have always been a reasonable person.

   But I am also well versed in the art of unreasonableness. "

   The evil **** winked at Fina, who had long been impatient beside him.

The Queen of Creation sneered, and she had long been accustomed to pretending to be a red face. She pulled out the Titan Killer and slammed it on the ground. The blue anger was transmitted along the blade to the ground and burst into an arc like the dedication of holy light, causing the surrounding spirits to flash in horror. open.

   "Sell it to them, Le! We have some profit, and the machine can be rebuilt."

   In the next instant, there was a shout from the crowd, and then it was recognized by many people, and the voice of persuasion gradually became louder, which also made the spiritual flame on the head of the spirit merchant who called the shots shine more and more quickly.

   After more than ten seconds of silence, it abruptly stood up and made an obscene gesture unique to Black spirits.

   it shouted:

   "That machine will be broken! I can guarantee that what you have to do has exceeded the upper limit of what our teleporter can handle, and you are killing your friends.

   But I don't care about the eccentricities of you **** rich people.

   That machine is yours.

   But if you break it, you have to pay double! "

   "That's right."

The   crumb pirate laughed, and without wasting any time, he was led by the scolding spirit merchant to their magical instrument.

   That thing looks like an array of several irregular energy coils gathered together, anyway, with Black's poor engineering level, he can't understand how this thing works.

However, under the operation of the spirit merchant, the power of anima was poured into the array and quickly formed a regular energy resonance, and after Black took the initiative to take out his seal of black as the reference coordinate of the phase conversion, a short The rift linking Maldraxxus to the material world was opened.

   is like a black rift running through reality and opening into a rift in a difficult energy shock.

   The spirit merchants were already yelling for them to speed up, and Black, a daring bastard, even stuck his head into the crack and shouted at the several lich waiting to be teleported under the Well of Destiny on the other side:

   "Hey! It's too late to explain! Get in the car!"

His joyous shout immediately caught the attention of Dean Lanyue. She raised her head and saw a very unusual black fissure quietly appearing in the phase shift. I saw the galloping of thousands of troops and the dreaded destruction of the floating city battle.

   "My soul is being called, in the opposite world."

   Old Merry, leaning on the staff of Etiès, shouted:

   "The opposite is Maldraxxus. I have seen it in my dreams, a barren but strife-filled wasteland of war, the birthplace of the orthodox lich, and the source of the power of death."

   "Stop talking nonsense, let's go!"

   Black Crow Lich Elisande pushed back with a cold face, allowing Old Merry to cross the black fissure first, and then a group of people filed in.

   Almost at the moment when the last person crossed the rift, the energy array that was being maintained by the spirit merchants was torn apart by the sound of the explosion.

Blake only had time to hear the scream of a strange guy who finally passed through the rift, and several lich were blown into the sky in the energy explosion, and by the way, several unlucky ghosts who could not dodge were involved in Teng. The blaze disappeared in an instant, and after the energy conflict subsided, only a scorching crater remained.

   The former merchants of the spirits, standing beside the big pit like a concubine, jumped and scolded:

   "Look! Look! I said it before! This is what happens when you don't follow the rules."

"To shut up!"

  Black was so anxious to see his lich friends, how could he have time to make a fuss with a ghost?

   He grabbed a bag of treasure and smashed it on the body of the spirit, and said casually:

   "This is a pension for those unlucky bastards. I'll talk to my treasurer for the rest! Her name is Wei Nali, and she should be in the promotion fort now."

   "Way Nellie?"

  The angry spirit calmed down immediately. It glanced at Black, who had left in a hurry, in surprise, thinking whether to send the news to the Wei Consortium.

   While thinking, he squatted down and collected all the treasures on the ground and put them into his pockets.

   Pension?

   What pension?

  Ha, didn't expect it?

There is no pension in the contracts of the wandering spirits recruited by the   le Foundation! Just paying the hapless family members the equivalent of three years' worth of wages would settle the matter.

  This business has made a lot of money for the consortium.

   If you include the news of the "defeer" Wei Nali, this is a double or even triple profit.

   "Dean, are you all right?"

  Blake took Fina and the little fishmen to the place where the several lich were blown up during the previous explosion. By the impact pit on the ground, the few lich who were invited were not too serious.

   Even the kitten in Kel'Thuzad's arms is safe. This will be lying on the owner's head, looking left and right at this dead and desolate war country.

   Dean Lanyue saw Blake and Fina running over, and suddenly showed a gentle smile, showing his demeanor as a scholar and mentor, but when approaching the pirates, he used the force of death to twist Blake's waist fiercely.

   That's how you **** treats your soulmate? Do you want me to die in a teleportation accident, so that I can inherit the Lanyue family's legacy with a heavy heart?

  Black dared to swear to God that he never had this rebellious idea.

   But before he could explain, Fenna, who came with him, exclaimed, jumped into the falling pit and pulled it twice, dragging a disgraced guy out of the big pit.

   That's a blue draenei

   Well, a headless corpse, still wearing the gorgeous dark robe of a warlock master, was dragged out of the impact pit by Fina, the headless body of the guy was still reaching for his head, trying to find his head.

   "Idiot, left! Go left! Yes, it's here, reach out! Dig down, I'm below! I'm buried under the bunker."

   A loud, familiar and crazy voice sounded from under the impact crater, causing Blake to scratch his head and look at Dean Lanyue again.

  As the captain, Ms. Lan Yue covered her face and didn't bother to explain why their group of ruthless lich brought such a cute girl over to the kingdom of death.

   This matter is very complicated, and it is difficult to explain in a sentence or two.

Under the speechless gaze of the chip pirates, the headless blue draenei corpse finally dug out its head from the falling impact pit after a few minutes of scratching, and put the burning skull inlaid with gorgeous jewels. With a click, it snapped onto his spine, and he supported the palatine bone with both hands and turned it back and forth several times, so that the burning head was adjusted to a suitable position.

   "Yo, Blake! Wouldn't it be nice to see an old friend?"

   Old Master Thakiel waved his hand to greet Blake warmly, while looking at the desolate landscape of Maldraxxus with his burning eyes, he said:

   "Although I knew this was a ghost place, I never thought that people would come to such a country after death. Well, this is probably the legendary hell, right?"

   "No, your understanding of **** is too shallow."

  Black took a step forward, pinched Thacher's spine and shouted:

   "Only a pure and beautiful soul like Dean Blue Moon who is dedicated to the study of the truth of magic can come to Maldraxxus, a **** mad warlock like you who sleeps your own students is only worthy of the Maw to watch out for the sow!

  You bastard!

   Didn't you say only let the lich come over?

   You, a Fel Warlock Master Reaper, are here to join in the fun! "

   "Huh? Look at my skeleton head, look at my immortal evil soul, and finally look at my outstanding spellcasting skills!"

   Mr. Thacher pointed to his head and said:

   "What am I not like a lich? You can't slander me just because we have a good relationship. I think I am a lich, um, an abnormal kind of non-staff lich."

   "The lich uses the power of death, how about you?"

   Fenna was also beside her with a faint tone of voice.

   Although she is a warrior, she still knows the difference between a sorcerer and a lich.

   "Don't you think of me as the first lich ever to use the Fel Force? What a deal!"

  Thakir proudly declared with his arms on his hips, making the pirates completely despair.

   He knew that there was no way to reason with a lunatic.

   Dean Blue Moon and the others could tell by looking at their bad expressions. They must have discussed this issue with Thaqier for a long time, but they were unable to convince him, so they could only bring this trouble to Black.

   "Forget it, you say yes."

  The pirates also lie down.

   He no longer bothered with these, and said to the liches and the non-staff liches in front of him:

"I'll take you to the ceremonial secret institute now, their assessment will start tonight, and your identity is the wandering lich invited by the soul selection secret institute from other countries, on behalf of the soul selection secret institute to participate in this time in the Lich Examination.

   This is equivalent to a foreign student taking a test in the best local school and making a fuss or something. You have to be prepared, do you understand?

   Don't be afraid to cause trouble, the three secret chambers are already dispatching troops. "

  Black waved his hand, and said something to the Lich Masters of Azeroth with a fierce look on his face. Dean Lanyue nodded. She pushed her crystal glasses and said with great interest:

   "The Ritual Chamber of Maldraxxus is the birthplace of the Lich heritage of the Material Stars. It is the Holy Land of Death Magic, and the most orthodox Liches study the eternal truth leading to death.

  They will definitely bring us more insight on the path of truth. Well, I am looking forward to this academic visit more and more. "

"Uh"

   Lord Heretic God's expression changed slightly, he pursed his lips, moved to the dean's side, and reminded in a low voice:

   "You know another meaning of 'orthodox' is 'conservative', right? As far as I know, the Lich system of the Ritual Chamber of Secrets has not been updated for a long time.

   Therefore, I think it’s better for you to lower your expectations for this ‘Holy Land Tour’.

  My dean, less expectations will lead to less disappointment. "

   (end of this chapter)