MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1937 65. What's the garbage that can't even trigger the cataclysm instantly

  Chapter 1937 65. What qualifications does a garbage that can't even cast in an instant cataclysm be qualified to be a Lich Baron? Bad review!

  In the mountains to the northeast of Maldraxus, in the mysterious valley that is only one mountain away from the base camp of the Sharp Eyes, the ceremonial sanctuary, which had always been quiet, suddenly became lively when the night came tonight.

The ceremonial messengers who were sent to all parts of the country to conduct various researches and observations were recalled to this extremely cold valley in advance, and the noble lich teachers also made the bones of their own lich bodies in advance. After cleaning and embellishment, some of the more sophisticated guys even sprayed their bones with the perfume of the dead produced in the Withering Chamber of Secrets.

And the huge number of lich apprentices changed into apprentice robes without holes and stains. They wore the uniform beak masks of the psychic apprentices of the War Realm, and led them from their psychic towers under the leadership of their respective mentors. Out of the middle, they gathered around the big platform of the abyss of sacrifice under the dead frost mountains in the secret courtyard of the ritual.

The shadow of Zor Rams, the floating war city just made by the Ritual Secret Academy, emerged little by little from the reflection of the Dead Frost Mountains, and as the lich, the guards, and the apprentices raised their heads, the emanating The war fortress with endless frost was quickly suspended above this valley.

  According to tradition, the next step is to wait for the powerful and eternal Marquis Sindani to come forward and announce the opening of the Lich Exam this time.

  The apprentices whispered rumors that they didn't know where they came from.

  Some people say that this brand-new floating city is nominally used by the Marquis as an assessment venue for the production of this lich assessment, but in fact this floating city was made to deal with the possible civil strife in Maldraxxus.

While other secret homes are sharpening their knives against each other, the ceremonial secret homes that seem to be on the sidelines are actually making preparations in secret. Liches who master the true meaning of death magic are never afraid of war. The destructive magic they master is Their biggest hole card.

   This is the common perception of most Lich apprentices.

   They believed that their secret house was invincible, and some even secretly expected the coming of war.

   That means that they, these new recruits, will also go to the battlefield, robbing all kinds of materials they need from other losers of the secret chamber and the merits that are very lacking in peaceful times.

In the secret courtyard of rituals, without meritorious deeds, it is difficult for them to survive until the day when they pass the promotion ceremony. If they cannot go to the library of the official lich to find knowledge to strengthen themselves, then they will only rely on one cavity. The possibility that the blood will pass the promotion ceremony is not so optimistic.

   But there are some well-informed guys who scoff at this stupid "lich triumph".

   They whispered that the allies that Marquis Sindani had secretly selected for the Ritual Chamber of Secrets had suffered a shameful defeat not long ago. If the war really broke out, then the Liches were estimated to face the threats from the other four secret chambers alone.

   It is said that the Marquis is doing his best to send people through the dangerous ooze spore forest, trying to get in touch with the Withering Chamber and build a deeper cooperation.

   But so far no good news has come back.

The apprentices chatted and discussed. The apprentices who completed the academic tasks assigned by the Lich Mentors in their respective spiritual towers on weekdays rarely had such a relaxing moment. They didn’t have to worry about the pressure of schoolwork and experiments. On the assessment day, you can unleash your gossip nature.

   The official lichs present also came from the stage of apprenticeship. These bone skeletons who master powerful magic do not care about the presumptuousness of the apprentices.

   In fact, every official lich present was not in the mood to pay attention to their apprentices.

   This internal assessment of the secret academy is not aimed at apprentices who can be replaced at any time, but at them.

   The Secret Academy of Ritual Ritual is a place controlled by knowledge owners after all. Compared with the war fortress model of other secret homes, it is actually more similar to a teaching institution, which is very similar to the Withering Secret Garden.

   But the difference between the two is that the internal competition in the Ritual Chamber of Secrets is obviously more intense.

Each Chamber of Maldraxus has a marquis and two barons as the top management. The name of the marquis rarely changes drastically in a short period of time, but it is difficult for the barons to sit on their own for a long time. s position.

None of the guys who can become a lich is a good baby who will make people feel at ease. They are all ambitious and eager to advance to high positions and control power. Therefore, almost every internal assessment of the secret chamber of ceremonies will have the Lich Baron squeezed out. down high.

   Marquis Sindani, the master of the lich, did not interfere in this process.

   She even encourages this kind of internal competition, which fits perfectly with the Maldraxxus environment, where the weak need to be eliminated and the strong have everything.

   But today, Marquis Sindani seems to be in a bad mood.

   She just drove her luxurious lich body to make a brief appearance on the platform of the floating city.

   He didn't even say much nonsense. He very directly announced the start of the secret academy assessment. He didn't even want to say half a punctuation mark before returning to the command hall of the floating city.

   This scene made the conscientious liches realize that something was wrong, but there was no more time for them to think.

The two lich barons under the command of Marquis Sindani, Zorna the Frostbinder and Bamidar the Doomsday, are driving the magic from the new and powerful floating city and falling to the test below, bound by the cold bones. place.

   No one knows what the two barons are thinking, but at least on the surface they look confident.

   There are now about 170 official lich in the entire secret courtyard. Except for most of the legendary rookies, the remaining nearly 40 or so are demigod-level veteran lich.

   There are many powerful people who once served as the Lich Baron but overturned halfway.

   This means that if the two current Lich Barons want to defend their power and reputation, they must take on the continuous challenges of these coveted guys in the three-day assessment.

   Fortunately, according to the rules, each lich can only choose one opponent.

   This means that the two Lich Barons can share the pressure for each other, they have to unite for these three days, otherwise both guys are likely to lose everything they have.

   However, Lord Marquis Sindani, who used to be very interested in the Lich assessment in the past, really lacked interest today.

She didn't even appear on the dome tower of Floating City to watch this exciting internal competition, watching those 5 people and 6 Lich adults beat each other's dog brains out for the two bones she threw down .

   Madam Marquis is really annoying now

   She is staying alone in the command hall of the floating city, playing with a rather unique bone psychic scepter in her hand, and she is thinking deeply in the eyes of the lich's body where the fire of the soul shines.

   For the internal disputes in Maldraxus, Marquis Sindani also has her own considerations. She is not not eager to seize power, but she knows the importance of timing.

She chose a reliable collaborator for the Ritual Secret Academy a long time ago, and was waiting for the chaos in the world. She commanded the liches to cooperate with her collaborators, and unexpectedly rushed out. The occupation soldier used to be used for Rule the throne of Maldraxxus to establish a great rule for the Liches.

Unlike other people on this land, Marquis Sindani has always believed that violent power should be commanded by ruthless wisdom, just as the warrior master commands the entire Maldraxxus with his wisdom of eternal warfare, bringing to the entire Shadow Realm. Like peace for countless epochs.

From this point of view, there is no one better suited to be the new ruler of Maldraxxus than she is at the helm of the Ritual Chamber, after all, you can't expect a group of warriors and constructs to compete with the liches on the intellectual level .

   But the plan can’t keep up with the changes.

   Who would have thought that her loyal collaborator, Marquis Gamar, who was about to be completely controlled by her own wisdom, was hacked to death by a guy who appeared out of nowhere!

The entire incident took place in one night from the beginning to the end. The matter was so fast that Marquis Sindani could not react at all, and when she learned the inside story, the news of the alliance between the Creation Chamber and the Soul Selection Chamber was already in her hands. on the desk.

   Marquis Sindani was acutely aware that a maliciousness was approaching her and her secret house.

   She must react immediately, otherwise

   "Boom"

   A loud noise interrupted the thoughts of the Lich Marquis, causing her to wave the simple and strange psychic scepter in her hand very dissatisfied, and shouted to the two bone knights who were guarding her:

   "What's going on outside? Why is it so noisy? Are my barons defeated?"

   "No, Lord Marquis, it's an outsider!"

   A hurried legendary lich reported to his mighty and eternal marquis:

   "The Soul Chosen Chamber of Secrets sent an honor guard composed of death knights.

  Those barbarians broke into our ritual area regardless of the obstacles. They claimed that the Soul Selection Chamber always worshiped knowledge, so they invited several wandering liches from other countries as the knowledge spokespersons of the Soul Selection Chamber.

   They asked us to allow their lich to also participate in the examination of the Chamber of Secrets. "

   "What? Death knights from the Soul Chosen Chamber declaring their worship of knowledge in front of a group of liches? What kind of crazy performance art is this?"

   Marquis Sindani was a little dazed by this shameless remark, and then the lady lich let out a sharp and weird laugh, and she said sarcastically:

   "It's really a clumsy excuse that only warriors can come up with, saying that they advocate knowledge, but I don't know where to find a few lucky wild mages who have been promoted to try to break into my secret academy.

   That sounds like a good idea.

   But when will those wretched warriors understand that the gap between knowledge and wisdom is no laughable conspiracy to fill. Even if I put my plan in front of them, they will never understand

never mind.

The barbarians in the    Soul Chosen Secret Academy could have rushed in to fight openly and aboveboard, but they chose to use conspiracy sneakily, and I have seen their 'sincerity'.

   Let’s take this as a reward for progress.

   In my name, allow the wandering lich of the Soul Chosen Academy to participate in the assessment! "

  Marquis Sindani raised her left hand, admiring the simple and precious scepter in her hand. She stroked the bone of the giant spirit embedded in the scepter and said with interest:

   "I also really want to see what kind of third-rate people the barbarians have invited to challenge my carefully selected Lich Baron Woohoo, this boring day has finally begun to have some fun."

   With such a happy thought, Marquis Sindani swayed his lavish and distinctive lich body.

In the swaying hair of the huge soul energy that danced like long hair behind the skull, she finally appeared on the dome tower of the floating city, glanced down, and the expectation in the soul of Marquis Sindani became A touch of astonishment.

   After careful observation, the astonishment turned into solemnity. She turned her head and scolded the messenger lich beside her:

   "Are you blind? You told me that those demigods were wandering liches from other kingdoms brought by the Soul Selection Academy? Do you think I'm a fool?

  Look at the energy fluctuations on them! See them still transforming and adapting to Maldraxxus' unique death-magic environment!

   This is not a wandering lich from other countries at all!

   These are mortal lich 'smuggling' from the material world!

   Heck! and also.

   And what is that weird thing? "

   Marquis Sindani's voice was also filled with surprise, apparently she had seen something she had never seen before.

At this time, in the assessment site that was already boiling down, the Lich Baron Frostbinder Zorna was holding a staff of ice and looked at the smug walk in front of him with a suspicious look. To the great warlock Thakiel in front of him.

   "You! You are not a lich, you are not qualified to set foot on this test ground!"

The frostbinder raised his left claw and let Senhan's torrent ice dance around his bones. :

   "Don't defile the honor and tradition of the Ritual Chamber, outsider, get out of here before I freeze your unstable soul in anger!"

   "Who said I wasn't a lich?"

   Uncle Thacher raised his **** to the Lich Baron in front of him in dissatisfaction and shouted:

   "I have an undead body, just like you!

  I have an eternal soul, I have been dead for 30,000 years, and I have lived for almost 10,000 years before I die. In most life's worldviews, this is no different from immortality.

   I still have a body of bones.

  Look at my head.

  If you want to talk to me about academics, then I will answer you with academics.

  The power of death and the force of fel energy overlap in the shadow realm. As far as I know, in addition to the lich specializing in the dead winter, you also have the lich heritage of the shadow master.

  My understanding of the shadow magic of warlocks has reached the master level. From the theory of power system and occupation, I, the master warlock, can change to a shadow lich at any time.

   As long as I want.

  Look, I'm obviously a powerful eredar lich, or a new breed of lich.

   But it's not our fault that you don't look like you, and you can't judge a soul's qualifications to pursue the dream of becoming a lich based on its appearance.

  If you are really so narrow-minded, it can only mean that your ritual secret house is too traditional and inflexible. Look at you bastard, how dare you assume my profession? "

   "Well, Your Excellency, I have no intention of discussing racial issues with you."

  The frostbinder lich snorted, carefully avoiding this **** language trap, and then scolded coldly:

   "But you didn't even pass the promotion ceremony, crazy soul, even if I admit that you are a lich, then you are just an apprentice, and an apprentice is not qualified to enter this assessment."

   "Wouldn't that be better?"

   Old Master Thacher provocatively said:

   "Doesn't that mean that you, a dignified Lich Baron, can't even handle the challenge of a Lich Apprentice? Shut up! Unreasonable fellows!

   Don't you see we're discussing the truth of magic? "

   Speaking, the crazy Great Warlock turned back and threw a Shadow Cataclysm towards the boosing crowd.

   The annihilation mark that erupted with a loud bang directly shattered nearly one-sixth of the crowd outside the assessment venue, and also made the entire assessment area quiet.

   If it wasn't for the undead here, this attack would probably have turned into a massive casualty incident.

   "Very well, you **** me off, outsider."

  Frostbinder Zorna raised his head and saw the gesture made by Marquis Sindani above the floating city to him. The Lich Baron let out an indifferent laugh and raised the blade of cold wind in his hand to Mr. Thakiel.

it says:

   "Congratulations, your hot soul will be the research object of the next quarter of the Ritual Secret Academy. I assure you, Your Excellency, it will be a very painful and painful process."

"pain?"

  Thakir pointed to his burning skull.

   He showed a weird smile to the confident Lich Baron, reached out and grabbed his head with a click, took it off and held it up and down in his hand as a weapon.

   It learned the vicious tone of a certain **** when threatening others, stretched his voice and said:

   "Dear Bone Stick, IMHO you don't know anything about 'pain'!"

   (end of this chapter)