MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1961 89. Surprise opening on the last day [1/16]

   Chapter 1961 89. Surprise opening of the last day 【116】

  The Burning Plain, under the Black Rock Mountain, this barren land seems to suffer some kind of cursed fate, always attracting all disputes to gather here.

   is like a repeat of yesterday. In the place where humans and orcs fought a few years ago, the blood of the past seems to have not dried up, and the new battle has reached its climax here.

  The Burning Legion's offensive remains world-class.

Nearly a month and a half after the entire Azeroth entered a full-scale war with demons, all civilizations have run out of cards and can only sustain the current confrontation. Before Azeroth's resistance was completely defeated before the end of the rampant period of the Force Frenzy, the outcome of this war was actually doomed.

  This world that has experienced countless challenges has shown resilience that shocked the demons. They have obviously driven the world to a corner, and it only needs one last push to push it into the abyss.

   But that last step never went out.

  Under the Black Stone Tower, smoke billows.

   After a dark night, the demons who tried to attack the defense line once again dropped nearly a thousand corpses and returned to their demon casting camp, but the defense line full of corpses remained calm.

Whether it was the orc warriors who were now numb and waiting to rest after fighting all night, or the dark iron dwarf dragoons who came to switch defenses with a burp, both sides had nothing to say about the battle last night. It was no longer the glory of victory or the bitterness of defeat.

   That's just their life now.

  The ghouls of the undead natural disaster are carrying corpses in front of the position. Those warriors who died in battle will be recovered as complete as possible to wake up as death knights, and those that are really broken will be brought back to become part of the abomination structure.

   Even the flesh of those demons cannot be wasted.

  Although the ghouls complained about the taste of these flesh and blood full of fel energy, but under the system of the Undead Calamity without any reason or excuse, no one would care about the ghouls' opinions on food.

  It's good to eat something.

   If you really don't want to eat it, you can go to the battlefield hungry and be cannon fodder, and even brainless ghouls know the truth of dying when they are full.

In the past, this act of desecrating the souls of the dead will definitely be reprimanded by the reckless orcs and even cause unnecessary confusion. After all, after the return of the shamanic heritage, the bloodthirsty orcs have also become sensible, and they have regained the ancient tradition of their ancestors. The soul is in awe.

   However, with the war going on to this point, it is no longer time to talk about tradition.

It is said that the ancestral tombs of the Wrynn family have become the recruiting grounds for the undead natural disasters. Now fighting alongside the human emperor is not only his father who is the natural disaster commander, but also the commander of the first cavalry division of the undead natural disaster eastern continent expedition force. Ademante Wrynn, grandfather of His Majesty Varian.

   There is also gossip that His Majesty's great-grandfather is also in the resurrection process, but that is just a gossip for propaganda. After all, people have been dead for so long, and no matter how dissatisfied the soul should die and go to the Shadowland.

   But in the end, the emperor of the human empire even donated his ancestral grave to win the war. What complaints do you have after being resurrected as death knights after your death?

   Besides, the Eastern Continent's front line can be maintained in the Burning Plains thanks to the support of the Scourge Legion. Without these undead, the orcs would have jumped into the sea with their Warchief Reid half a month earlier.

   In the war years, it is also a choice to revive the body of the dead after a glorious death, and then dedicate a second life to one’s own race and country.

   is still a very honorable choice.

   At least the human empire has begun to publicize the necessity and rationality of the death knight profession. It is said that the mastermind behind the promotion is the Church of the Holy Light, which used to be immortal with the undead.

   If possible, everyone wants to stick to the bottom line, but in this difficult time, everyone is forced to help.

   "I heard that voice. Again."

  The platform at the highest point of Black Rock Mountain stands like an ice sculpture on the favorite terrace of His Excellency Nefarian, Prince of the Black Dragon, overlooking the battlefield, and the natural disaster commander whispered:

   "It's calling me"

   "It said the time had come."

This death knight, who is wearing a full set of Saron's evil iron armor and a full-covering evil war helmet, is like a frozen iron tower, so that others can't see his face or even guess his race. It seems that he is talking to himself. .

   But when he opened his mouth to speak, the icy sheen on the helmet and the on-and-off runes around the emerald water drop gem on the helmet's forehead represented that he was talking to someone across space.

   Warchief Reid was standing behind the platform. The fat orc chieftain was pulled from the bed by two death knights and dragged here.

   He didn't understand what happened at all, but when he saw this tower-like figure, even the hob-like Red Blackhand had to put away his dissolute look.

   He stood there like a warrior, as if waiting for an order from some big man.

   He didn't even dare to look up at the indifferent figure in front of him, for fear that the latter would pick up the two-handed skeleton axe that was forged like ice and chop off his plump head from his neck.

   He knew who this man was.

   He is one of the few leaders on this continent who fully knows the secrets of this person in front of him, and about those dark and gloomy secrets, even the big-mouthed Reid dare not reveal a word to others when he is drunk.

   At this moment, probably no one will pay attention to the thoughts and thoughts of Chief Red.

   That tower-like figure was waiting for an answer.

   With the characteristics of the Dominion Helmet being infused with the force of death, he can contact every soul of the entire undead Scourge, and even talk to any undead in any corner of the world.

  This helmet gives him not only the power to control the undead, but also a curse and a responsibility.

   Now the curse is about to be fulfilled and the duty is about to be fulfilled.

  In the far north of the eastern continent, in the capital palace of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the lords of the seven human kingdoms are already here, and the emperor of the human empire pushed open the gate of the palace.

Wearing a full set of black lion armor, Varian Wrynn was too lazy to say any diplomatic rhetoric. His eyes swept across the rulers and commanders in front of him, and the cold gaze made everyone who was seen be amazed. Subconsciously standing up straight, even the old but still wise King Terenas.

   "Gianna?"

   His Majesty Varian looked at the little princess who was present on behalf of Kul Tiras in amazement. He said:

   "Where's Your Majesty Dai Lin?"

   "Father went to the world of death. Before he left, he told me and the entire Kul Tiras to obey any instructions from His Majesty the Emperor."

  Little Jaina said so.

   An old priest of the Holy Light opposite her immediately drew a religious symbol on her chest, but the next moment was stopped by Her Majesty Faao, who couldn't bear to look directly.

   The little princess' words are literally.

   It's not that Her Majesty Daelin was summoned by the Holy Light, but that the old admiral who couldn't sit still was just participating in the mysterious action that was passed down recently.

   A group of pirates gathered to explore and loot the kingdom of the dead.

   sounds unreliable, but many people present knew that the action was real.

His Majesty Varian nodded. He turned sideways and made way for someone walking behind him. Under the different expressions of everyone in the entire conference hall, Anduin Lothar, the Lich King Walking into the palace with icy death steps, his godless eyes didn't look at anyone. It seemed that there was only an empty body used to carry evil power.

   "The time has come, everyone."

  Lothar didn't waste time either, he was a person who focused on efficiency no matter whether he was alive or dead.

   It was as if he was proclaiming an important moment to come.

   This endless sentence made everyone present frown, and Quel'Thalas Sun King Kael'thas Sunstrider, who participated in this meeting through magic, was the first to ask:

   "What does this mean? Your Majesty the Lich King, what does it mean 'time has come'?"

   Facing his question, Lothar turned his head and looked at the elf monarch who still exuded a feminine aura, but was a little more manly because of the scar on his cheek.

   He answered seriously:

   "This war, the day of the end of all wars has come.

   Of course, all peace must come with blood, and there is one last battle to be fought before we lay down our weapons and resume our peace. "

  Lothar's words made the people in the entire palace excited. Although they doubted the authenticity of these words, the undead would not joke.

  The Lich King said that the war that everyone can't bear is coming to an end, so after everyone has survived the tragic night, there is a high probability that they will really be able to see the dawn.

   Kael'thas was also stunned for a moment, and the Sun King then asked:

   "Have you found a way to defeat or banish demons?"

   "Not the devil."

Lothar shook his head, and under everyone's attention, he pulled out the Soul Eater Sword that he was carrying behind his back. At the same time, the thick dome shattered the solid ice, and the shattered ice was knocked out in the howling blow from the Lich King's hand.

   In less than a few seconds, a large "skylight" was opened in this gorgeous palace, and the bright sky was displayed in front of the monarchs as the earth shook and the mountains shook.

"let's start."

  Lothar looked up at the sky with Frostmourne in hand, and Varian Wrynn beside him heard the Lich King whisper, and didn't know who he was talking to.

   At the same time, on the top of Blackrock Mountain, under the astonished gaze of Red Blackhand, the Death Commander who was as indifferent as an ice sculpture suddenly moved.

   He stretched out his hands and placed them on the edge of his helmet.

   It was like pushing a heavy mountain, and bit by bit, in the roar of the sudden cold wind, he took off the gleaming helmet of dominance from his head.

   This process seems short-lived, but in fact it is like some kind of slow-motion advancement.

   It can be seen that it is not a simple matter to remove this helmet of dominance. Even this warrior who has done great things in his lifetime has to do his best to get rid of the entanglement of that curse.

   That difficult gesture made Reid clench his fists, wanting to cheer for the guy in front of him.

After a few seconds, the tall figure held the helmet in his hands. He clasped the edge of the gloomy helmet with both hands. In the double explosion of the power of death and some kind of anger imprinted in his soul, he was killed by the soldiers. The artifact of death forged by the master made a rattling sound in a little bit of pulling, an overwhelmed sound.

   It was as if the soul who dared to swing a sword at Titan was putting his last strength and will into this destructive act.

   Every time he exerted a force, the condemnation of death applied to his body became heavier, and every time he ripped apart the battle helmet in his hand, the feedback from the force of death was thick and heavy around Black Rock Mountain.

   At the moment when the first cracks burst out from the corner of the battle helmet, the sky above this scorching burning plain was gloomy, and there were spooky snowflakes falling.

   And when the horns of the Helm of Dominion bent and fell, hailstones the size of fists swept across this barren land ravaged by primordial fire like a torrential rain.

  The Reds are stupid.

   Every fat piece of flesh on his whole body was trembling.

   Not only because the old orc in front of him was smashing the artifact that ruled the undead natural disaster, but also because with the actions of this old bastard, the entire sky of Azeroth was undergoing astonishing changes.

   It wasn't just Red who saw it.

  The warriors of the entire Burning Plain, the people of the entire Eastern Continent, the monarchs in the far north, and even the elves on the holy mountain of Hyjal in another continent.

   Even the devil.

   At this moment, people in the whole world looked up to the sky under the influence of the change of heaven and earth, and there seemed to be another world reflected there.

   As the power of rolling and burning is wrapped around the nine heavens, it is an image of the heavy curtain of life and death between the shadow kingdom and the material world being impacted and destroyed.

   That is the grand scene of the over-prosperous death force that has been bred for countless years on the eve of oppressing other realms and causing the force to become unbalanced. It is a precursor to the opening of an ancient seal.

   is like the reflection of the material stars approaching the real world, as if a door is about to be opened from the material world to the realm of death.

   They saw the maw.

   They saw the tower that ruled the Sanctuary, the spire of Torghast Guilty's Tower, entwined with chains, spikes, and the power of death, like a world beacon.

  Like a dark giant rising from the water, it is stripping away the mysterious atmosphere and showing the original appearance of death in front of all the living.

   The sky of Azeroth is like a surface of water, separating the two worlds, and now, the two worlds are approaching, they are about to meet, and they are about to merge.

   "Stop!"

  Denasius the Great, who rushed out of the Engraver's Chamber of Secrets, stood at the top of the Torghast Tower, and the countless stunned Venthyr nobles and Deepsworns behind them raised their heads to see everything that happened in the material world.

   The Great Emperor of Sin watched in horror as the dead orc who was burned to the bone by the Titan's fire reflected on the top of the Black Rock Mountain was doing his best to tear the Helm of Domination.

   His movements are filled with an intimidating sense of power.

   The Great Emperor, who had heard all of this from the soldier master, fully understood the consequences of the curtain breaking at this moment. He yelled hoarsely, using the ruling power left by Zovar to roar:

   "I order you! Stop!"

   "伱"

   Brox Saurfang on Blackrock Mountain heard the angry voice.

   As a warrior, he naturally heard the fear and trepidation contained in that noble voice.

  Therefore, the face burned by Aggramar's flames was dark, and the skeleton-like old orc raised his head and gave the Eternal Emperor a mocking smile in the roar of death condemnation.

He says:

   "You are not Him. You can't control me."

   "click"

  The Helm of Dominance in the hands of Brox was completely torn apart in the final scream, and the "water surface" where the two worlds blended above the sky boiled at this moment.

   One after another black cracks spread out in front of Emperor Denathius like a cobweb, the entire maw is shaking, and the entire shadow kingdom is shaking.

In the tower of Torghast behind the emperor, in the secret room of the engraver, the soldier who was sitting cross-legged by chains hummed a strange song, and took out the stained visor with his backhand. A shining Pantheon emblem.

   He coiled the thing in his hands, and injected the last remaining death force of his own into it.

  Like a bear child playing a gun battle, the moment he ignited the "lead", he threw the furious emblem far away.

   "Boom"

Between the collision of    order and the force of death, the entire tower of sinful souls swayed.

The emperor who was caught off guard shook his body a few times before he stabilized his figure, and in front of his head, the cracked curtain completely shattered a big crack under the final blow, and the upside-down scenery was like countless broken glass surrounds. Around the crack between the two worlds, a figure descending from the sky with an axe was reflected on each piece of "glass".

  “哐”

   In the impact like the top of Mount Tai, the death commander who was the first to cross the curtain of life and death and fall into the maw flexed his shoulders and stood up.

  Brox Saurfang carried a battle axe called Shadowmourne, and hooked his fingers at the blood-colored Emperor in disdain.

He says:

   "You want war?"

   "Very well, here we are. Let's go to war!"

   (end of this chapter)