MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1958 86. Come on, the last game, start now!

   Chapter 1958 86. Come on, the last game, start now!

  Black, Denathus and Warden Zovar have formed an evil alliance for a long time, but the three guys are definitely a classic re-enactment of the word "same bed, different dreams" in the wizarding world.

   Although the three guys seem to be carrying out the same plan, the three of them have three completely different purposes.

When the victory is in sight, the traditional infighting project will naturally be in full swing. First, Emperor Denathius hired Black to get rid of Zovar, and the warden was also killed by the five Eternal Marks. After collecting all of them, he tore off the disguise of "indifferent to the world" and planned to block Black in the maw.

   He was full of confidence.

   The entire maw is under his control.

   The power that He can use on this land that devours hope and spreads despair is limitless. As long as Blake returns here, he will not want to go anywhere.

As Denathus once thought, after seeing with his own eyes how Black disrupted three kingdoms in a short period of time, he also single-handedly planned the war of Maldraxxus' invasion of the fortress of promotion and killed the eldest daughter Ge After Listia, Zoval also realizes Black's troubles.

   Now that the path to the Holy Land of the First Nativity is clear, this restless factor from the material world must be temporarily removed.

   He may cooperate with Black in the future, but at least in matters concerning Zarecentis, Zovar does not intend to let Black intervene.

The power of the Firstborns left there is too dangerous, and the price of letting a Void Evil God encroach on it is extremely terrifying, so even if the power of the entire Maw is mobilized, Black Shaw and his organized looting fleet must be left behind. it's here.

   The warden thought so and planned to do so.

   But unfortunately, He still failed to take into account other unexpected situations when making his own plan, such as.

   "click"

   A crisp sound rang at the moment when the pirate's finger touched the ancient stone tablet of the Firstborn.

The stone tablet was shattered in the circulation of blue anima, and reorganized in a strange way. Under the gazes of countless Abysssworn and pirates in different postures, four ancient stone swords were rotated and inserted into the foundation stone covered with stone chips. The seat, a dazzling mass of doors slammed open in the gaze of Zovar's wide eyes.

  Blake's constant infusion of heart made the gate bigger and bigger, and finally formed a crack passage that was enough to accommodate the free entry and exit of the Great Marauding Fleet after a few seconds.

   "The so-called final place of the Shadow Kingdom, I come as I want, and I leave as I want!"

   In the silence, Blake pushed his captain's hat and gave the **** to Zovar's phantom that appeared in the sky.

With a big wave of his hand, he guided the Nagfar to the front of the country gate in the revelry of the pirates, and the fleet behind followed closely in the surging water flow driven by the tide stone. Driven out of the maw at an astonishing speed, and fell into the interspace near the eternal city of Olipos.

   As for Zovar.

   The warden who has always acted with ease in the face of any situation is stupid.

   Of course he knew the existence of that stele.

  Any soul in the entire Maw knows that there are relics left by the Firstborn on the cliff of Weeping Death, but from the birth of the Maw to the present, that thing has never been activated.

   Even the Eternals thought it was just some kind of souvenir from the Firstborn.

   There are many more steles like this in Maw, in Keshia, and in Olympus. Wait!

  Olipos also has it!

  Zovall immediately regained his senses. He watched the pirates from the material world rushing into the blue gate with their ships screaming. He realized that Black was not demonstrating just now.

   He is really going to Olipos to open the way to the Holy Land of the First Nativity.

   That bastard!

When he thinks that the power left by the Firstborn may be controlled by Black, the warden can no longer sit firmly on the Diaoyutai. In his future planning, it is very important to master the original power of Zarecentis. link.

   Can't wait any longer.

   "Enter that door!"

   On the high platform of the sanctuary, the warden, who still maintains his prison-like attire, narrowed his small eyes, and said coldly to the several Yuano generals beside him:

"Black Shaw and his pirates are going to sack the Eternal City, the chaos they caused is just right for us, use my army, unleash the scorched behemoth and the soul eater to rush into Olipos, to the Holy Land The way of death will be opened today, and the era of death will be brought down today."

   "Master, if we all go over, the army you left on this land will be left alone."

   A tall Deepsworn commander whispered to Zovar:

   "Those rebels have been running wild on your land recently, and they have the support of Blake Shaw, and I have every reason to think that that dangerous evil **** might take advantage of your obsession with the Holy Land.

   Once we get out of here, a shameful rebellion may arise in your realm, and if Torghast Tower, where the Anima is housed, is attacked, it will no doubt interfere with your great plans. "

   "Well, that's true."

  Zovar acknowledged his subordinate's concern while taking his weapon from a Deepsworn Lich—a strange warhammer forged into a crucified skull.

   He looked at the kingdom in front of him where he had lived for countless epochs, and whispered:

   "Even if one has mastered the power of control of the firstborn, it takes a huge amount of energy to reshape reality.

Those animas were prepared for this, and from the first day Torghast Tower of Sinners stood in the Maw, and from the moment the first imprisoned soul was squeezed out of anima, the land shouldered the burden. a heavy mission.

   But don't worry, my loyal Soulbreaker Dormazan, I have my own 'friends' too. "

   "You mean, Denathus the Great?"

Commander    Yuano was stunned for a moment, and then a cold voice sounded from under the ferocious Shadowsteel helmet:

   "No, Master, the Great Emperor is not trustworthy. Even us servants know that his ambition is to rule all the worlds including the Shadow Kingdom, and he is chasing after his own imaginary empire of death.

   Once he takes over your army, he will immediately start an invasion of the material world, which is very different from your plan. "

   "Let him go."

Zoval waved his hand indifferently, and under the control of his will, countless black chains emerged from the passages of the Sanctuary to form a "bridge" across the sky and the earth, allowing the well-prepared Deep Oathers to step on it Quickly rushed towards the firstborn teleportation stone opened by Black.

   The warden himself also set foot on this path.

   He carried his unique and ferocious, powerful and dark weapon, and said to his subordinates:

   "As an arbitrator, I have judged countless souls from different worlds, and through their eyes I can see under the endless stars, the war of freedom and **** has been played out again and again in countless epochs.

   But all in vain.

   Not because mortals are not smart enough, hard enough, and determined enough, they are victims themselves, and any idea of ​​beings who feel they have free will is just based on the lies of the Firstborn.

   Their perfect blueprint for all things is inherently horribly flawed.

The idea of ​​   giving the power of choice to those creatures who cannot even control their own existence and expecting them to evolve to the extreme is itself nonsense.

   I have seen the ambitions of countless rulers and the collapse of countless empires, Denathus is just another monarch who wants to establish a rule, and his ambition itself can work for me.

   Let Him conquer.

   The wars He has waged will supply more anima to the Great, until all reality is completely reshaped by me, and when that day comes, all strife and destruction will cease and true order will come.

   A universe torn apart cannot withstand the impending catastrophe.”

  Behind Zovar, his generals bowed to their masters, and this may be the last time they will see His Excellency the Warden.

  They were not infected by the great ideals of Zovar, but they were born in the Maw to obey the masters of this land, and these Deep Oaths actually had no choice.

   And at the moment when Zovar arrived at the teleportation stone left by the firstborn, he looked up at the sky, and in the mental contact of the Eternals of War, he said to Denathus the Great, who was far away in Ravendes:

   "My ancient brother, the time has come, the passage to Zare-Sentis is about to open, and I will step into it to fulfill the destiny I have been searching for and waiting for.

   I have left my legions in the Maw, and you control them.

  When the Holy Land Pass of the Firstborn opens, the curtain of life and death will also be able to be controlled by you, and your era of conquest is about to begin, I wish you good luck. "

   "Ah, that's great news, I've waited countless epochs, but I believe it's all worth the wait."

  Denasius the Great responded immediately.

   Although He was trying his best to suppress, the joy that came from the bottom of his heart could still be read from the voice of the Great Emperor.

  The King of Sins also reminded hypocritically:

"I have observed the chaos in the Eternal City of Olipos, my brother Zovar, the alien **** of wolf ambition, Black Shaw, is attacking the city of the Servants, and he must want to enter Zareshti before you. As you search for the secrets left by the Firstborn, you must speed up.

  If you meet him in the Creator's Holy Land, don't show mercy. You must also be careful of his rhetoric. Lies are Black's sharpest and deadliest weapon. "

   Faced with this "reminder", Zovar didn't even bother to respond.

He is completely certain that there must be some kind of secret agreement between the Great Denasus and Black Shaw, just as he does not want the Great Emperor and Black to interfere with his great cause, the Great Emperor who only wants to conquer all the worlds will not. Would have hoped for a **** idealist to interfere with his rule.

  For Denathius, the best outcome is that Zovall and Black disappear together in Zaretsentis, as far as possible to die.

   This is the cooperative mode between villains.

   While guarding against the enemy, you should also be more careful about the backstabs that people around you may launch at any time.

  Zovall looked at the gate of the realm that was constantly revolving under the support of his heart, and he could even see the chaotic scene of the eternal city of Olipos from the reflection of the energy fluctuations of the gate in front of him.

Those pirate warships from Azeroth sailed around the ancient and majestic city, their ships gliding over the Realm like the waves of the endless sea, those pirates from all races and kingdoms. The scumbags are roaring wildly and shooting every cannonball into the holy city.

   Fire, explosions, weapons swung, blood scattered, and brutal looting.

The city of the gods has fallen into chaos like never before, and the city that appeared in the age of the firstborn no longer has any dignity at all. of Genesis.

The warden    shook his head and strode into the gate of the realm in front of him. Behind him, the most elite Legion of the Deepsworn who had assembled also escorted a blue cosmic spirit body to follow him.

   Almost at the same time, in the magnificent hall of Nasriya Fort.

  Denasius the Great, who was dressed in military uniform, put on a new commander's cape to show his majesty with the help of two Venthyr nobles.

Outside this hall, the teleportation mirror leading to the Maw is in full operation. The stubborn stone legion and Venthyr warriors loyal to the emperor are entering the Maw's Sanctuary of Domination through the mirror and taking over the rule of the warden. core.

  The Great Emperor will also go there, directing the Warden to prepare the Legion of the Deep Oath for countless epochs. The Eternal's face is filled with a wish-fulfilling smile, but he did not leave immediately.

   He is waiting for his "companion".

A few minutes later, Maiev Shadowsong, who was wearing a blood-colored palace dress, was "invited" to the palace by the emperor's guards. She looked at Denathus the Great sitting on the throne with her usual indifference. The emperor also looked at her with a smile on his face.

   "I hope you are ready for your long journey, my dear heir, my dear 'daughter'."

  Denasius said to Maiev condescendingly:

"As you can see, today I will begin the era of death conquest, a glorious era of **** will be opened by my own hands, the magnificent moment I have been looking forward to when I was banished from Zarecentis, I am eager I need a noble one to share this joy with me.

  We're going to the Maw, Maiev.

  I have prepared for you a very comfortable palace in Torghast Tower, with a great view, and from your balcony you can enjoy the splendid scenes of my army sweeping across the material stars.

   And the day your husband returns to me with victory, or the day you unfortunately become a widow, I will release you and formally invite you to join my empire as ruler. "

  This bastard.

   That maliciousness is not even installed.

Maiev looked at him, looking at this contented Eternal, just like looking at a monkey immersed in a self-beautiful dream, she did not choose to struggle or resist, she just complimented those around her in the past, but today she faces him. In the sarcastic laughter of Venthyr nobles, they asked calmly:

   "Are you so sure that you can play everyone in the palm of your hand?"

   "I never thought so, Maiev, I respect every life around me."

  The Great Emperor waved his hand hypocritically, and he held the pearl hilt of Remonia, the sharp blade of the soul suspended beside him, just like holding his own scepter of sin.

   He got up and said to Maiev:

   "I have full respect for your husband's dark wisdom, a free man, a dangerous man who can never be mastered, but unfortunately, even the Void God has his own weaknesses.

   As long as you are in my hands, he can be used by me.

   love

   Ah, love that makes people cry, what a beautiful sin. "

   "click"

  Heavy shackles were put on Maiev's wrists, and in the blood courtiers' increasingly frenzied laughter, Princess Sin was taken away from the hall by the guards.

   At the moment when she was sent out of Nasria Fort and taken to the Maw, when she was about to step into the blood magic mirror, Maiev looked back at the very abrupt mountain next to Nasria Fort.

   The mountain of sin monuments that belonged to Blake.

   There was a sarcastic smile on the corner of her mouth. After so many **** examples, there is still someone who dares to claim so confidently that they have completely mastered Blake Shaw.

   Well, it seems that obsession with power is really bad for health.

   (end of this chapter)