MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1970 98. Loyalty Day of the Betrayer [10/16]
Chapter 1970 98. Loyalty Day of the Betrayer 【1016】
Whether it is the Titans, Elune, or the veteran soldier who is preparing to be a new warden, these god-level characters have emphasized overtly or covertly that the Six Forces will instinctively pursue relative balance.
As the six basic forces that make up the universe, each representing a cosmic rule can only ensure the orderly growth and development of the cosmic system when they are in balance.
But this does not mean that the six Forces must maintain a balance of six equal parts. Occasionally, there will always be a certain force that is strong, and there will be a corresponding weakening of the Force.
Such short-term changes can be tolerated, but once the imbalance of the Force threatens the existence of the system of the universe itself, then other Forces will intervene to complete the balance again.
For example, in the nascent era of the material world, the pantheon of order of the Titans was sown in the entire universe, and the seven Titans roamed the stars to make the Arcane Force reach its peak, so after that, three forces of death, void, and evil energy jointly participated. The fall of Sargeras has directly pushed the Arcane Force from its heyday to its weakness and has continued to this day.
That event had a far-reaching impact, changing the balance of the six forces almost permanently. Except for the Arcane Force and the Life Force, all other Forces benefited.
Of course, hiding behind the scenes in the realm of death pays the most.
But there are no flowers that bloom for a hundred days. No matter how powerful people are, they can’t win all the time. After prospering for hundreds of thousands of years, it’s time to pay off their debts in the death field.
This is the deep truth of the six-force melee that is currently underway in Shadowland. Other forces must intervene in the war to suppress the already unbalanced death, and then use the life and death cycle jointly constructed by the Queen of Winter and Lady Elune to make the forces between the forces Restoring the balance will bring the tragic eternal **** battle to an end.
This is destined to be a protracted process, at least thousands of years or even tens of thousands of years. For mortals, this is equivalent to the concept of "eternity".
But on a cosmic scale, this is just an affordable "necessary correction".
Of course, the suppression of the death force by other forces is all-round. Even if the veterans and the defenders of the shadow kingdom of Maldraxus tried their best to confine the battlefield to the maw, but faced with the menacing other forces , important places throughout the Shadowlands will become battlefields.
For example, Ravendes, who is responsible for providing anima for the entire Shadowlands.
This ancient kingdom was hit by the Light Force Crusade for some bad events long ago, and now, after a long peace, it has been dragged into another battle by the reckless actions of its rulers in a terrible war.
Outside Nasria Fort, a doom lord smashed into the palace wall of this chaotic city with his flaming wings. Fel portals are constantly pouring out of hellhounds and demon guardians, these destroyers who have caused endless carnage in the material world are eager to establish their majesty in the realm of the dead.
But soon, the black moonlight was woven into the air as a scorching moonfire sword and swayed down. With the death beast blessed by the black moon flapping its wings and flying up the city wall, the bald elder sister who was riding on the saddle of this horrible thing made a profit in the hands. With a flick of the sword, a veil of stars and moon shrouded it down, clearing the surrounding demons like a tumbling sea of fire.
"Disperse! Find that sword!"
The stonesmith looked indifferent at this time, and gave the order to search for the stoneborn who followed behind.
The elite stoneborn headed by General Draven scattered, they walked through the air, searching for the Great Emperor's Soul Sword that had just rushed out of Nasria Fort.
The Venthyr swordsmen who were under the command of Prince Rethona were also dispatched.
But they are not fighting against demons, but searching for traces of the fleeing soul blade Remonia, just like the Stoneborn.
"Father, it's still your first move in chess."
Prince Resonal, who had just stabbed his own sharp blade into his father's chest and staged a near-perfect "filial piety to the father and son", would ride behind a sturdy stone-born demon.
A sumptuous coffin was tied behind his mount, in which was placed the eternal body of the remnant of Denathus the Great.
Just now, His Royal Highness's ruthless sword completely slaughtered the emperor's body, but his cosmic soul escaped at the moment his body died.
Who would have thought that the crazy soul blade Remornia, who never left with Emperor Denathius, was actually the last resort left by the Eternal.
The magic sword took the emperor's soul and rushed out of the siege, which would have disappeared without a trace.
But Prince Reinasol, who returned to Nasria Fort with his father's body, had a gloomy expression on his face, but there was also a hint of happiness and relaxation on his face.
His father is the Eternal, the shaper and maintainer of Revenders, whose godhead is permanently bound to this gloomy land. Once the Great Emperor really dies, the collapse of Revenders is only a matter of time. problem.
His Royal Highness the prince suffered extreme torture, and took his loyal servants to work hard in the maw and finally returned to Revenders through a major change, not to rule a land that was about to collapse.
Now the body of the father is dead, but the soul is still alive.
Although the victory of His Royal Highness the prince is no longer so perfect, at least he can fully accept the sinful land that raised him and countless Venthyr.
In a sense, this may be the best outcome.
As for the escaped father, that is not something that Resonal needs to worry about. Although he has not been with Lord Silent for a long time, even just a short contact and cooperation can make him distinguish Lord Black's character. .
That guy can't be a generous person.
He will repay all his grievances, and when his father is proud, he recklessly uses the most beloved partner of the Quiet One as a bargaining chip to threaten him.
This incident alone is enough for the Silent One to take revenge and hunt down the Great Denasius incessantly at this moment.
This can also save him from the beastly act of killing his father with his own hands.
With such emotion, Prince Resonael returned to the throne room of Nasria Fort, where the three sin lord ladies who had experienced hardships with him in the maw were already waiting for him there.
The three ladies put on luxurious blood-colored dresses, and returned to their noble attire. When His Royal Highness entered the palace, a maid immediately stepped forward to remove the blood-stained and scratched battle armor for His Highness. , wiped the blood on his face, and replaced the emperor's robe and cape that fit his status as a ruler for His Highness.
The Countess stepped forward to put the Crown of Sins left by Denathus the Great on her Highness's head, but was rejected by Resonal with a wave.
"Not yet."
His Highness said so.
He stretched out his hand and held the soul sharp blade on his waist that was very similar to the Great Emperor's "Sword Maiden" Remonia. This was his soul sword, and he called it "Wopalia".
Well, a very feminine name like Remonia means that His Royal Highness actually has his own "Sword Maiden". From this point of view, he and the emperor are worthy of being a biological father and son. Even their aesthetics and hobbies are so consistent. .
Of course, the Soul Blade of His Royal Highness is not as crazy and bloodthirsty as Remonia.
This is a "lady" among the sword girls, perhaps because of this, her destructive power is not only far inferior to Remonia, but even far inferior to Black's Salamaine.
"The Burning Legion is attacking my kingdom."
Prince Reinathor took his three loyal subordinates out of the throne room and looked at the sky in front of him, which was filled with dark green streamers. He frowned and said:
"My people need safety until these bloodthirsty demons are repelled, and now is the time to run the kingdom in a more appropriate way.
My dear Countess, I hope you can go to the Fortress of Ascension and the Blazing Land as quickly as possible, and I am willing to pay enough heart and energy in exchange for the friends of Ravendes to come to aid my people.
A new era begins with war, but in it may be the hope of unity.
Of course, it doesn’t matter if they don’t come. "
Resonal smiled, moved his fingers and said:
"We actually have our allies too."
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"You guys! Quick! Go and open the portal."
On the edge of the chaotic land of Revenders due to the invasion of demons, a dread witch is yelling at several of her companions:
"We must **** our master out of here, all life on this earth is after him."
"You don't have to say it, Narragus."
The other dreadlord replied in an unhappy tone:
"Everyone knows what they are doing here at the risk of being discovered by the Stoneborn, and you don't have to protect that sword so tightly."
"Shut up and stop arguing."
A third dreadlord descended from the sky.
This is a big man, at least once was a big man.
Banazzar, one of the lords of the Council of Fear, was also the fleet commander of the former Burning Legion, and was also the number one role in the entire military system of the Burning Legion.
At the end of the Battle of Argus, after the Nathrezim jumped back together under the command of Black, these dreadlords were hunted and killed by demons in the material world. Various strategic locations were prepared to respond to the conquest of death, and some of them went back to the Shadow Realm under the leadership of Balnazzar.
They were going to come back for big things.
As a result, the big thing has not been accomplished, and even his creator has ended up dying and only the soul escapes.
It has to be said that this cruel fact is absolutely a terrible situation for the Nathrezim, especially in the current six-force melee, the demons have entered the shadow country, these hiding in the "hometown" "The situation of the Dreadlords has become precarious.
They must leave immediately, otherwise once the demons find out that there is also a dreadlord in the Shadowland, a hunt for the dreadlord will be put on the agenda immediately.
No one knows the savagery and might of the Burning Legion better than the Nathrezim, for they were one of them themselves.
Now the dark titan has hacked to death the warden, the fel **** hates the dread demon king to death, once they are exposed, even thinking about their fate will make these cunning people have nightmares at night.
After seeing Balnazzar appear, several dread lords and dread witches hiding here immediately shut up. After the dread lord fell, the dread witch Narrajas, who was guarding the soul blade Remonia, was dying. He stepped forward and handed the pale blood-covered blade to Balnazar with both hands.
The latter took it in his hands and checked it carefully.
Facing the attacks of the four Moon and Night War Gods, especially the blows of the once most powerful Night War God of War, the stone forge, wounded the once gorgeous and sharp soul blade.
Remonia's left blade even broke a few pieces, and the luxurious pearls embellished on the hilt were also damaged several times. If this sword used to be a proud lady, now she like a woman on the street.
Feeling somewhat disheveled.
Banazzar could even clearly feel the pained scream from this Soul Blade.
But even if he is down, this loyal blade still uses all its strength to protect the soul of the universe that is currently hidden in it. Emperor Denathius has been hit hard, and it is difficult for his soul to stay awake even with the broken Godhead.
This will be wrapped in a sharp blade in a sleeping posture.
"Supreme Lord of all the Nathrezims, your loyal servant has come to meet you."
Banazar stroked the trembling blade and said something in a humble tone. I don't know if the emperor heard it or not, but there was only a wave of spirit that seemed to encourage encouragement from the blade.
The Dread Lord sighed.
This miserable sword is paired with the more miserable creator, which really made this determined fear demon king feel the extremely bad situation at the moment.
It fed a few pieces of previously harvested heart energy to the Soul Blade, then carried it behind its back, and glanced at the few Nasrezim in front of it who were staring at it.
It knows that these servants of its own are now desperate to leave the increasingly dangerous Revendus and even the Shadowlands, and all the places where the Burning Legion exists.
"We have to get out of here, ASAP!"
Banazar put away the feeling of loss and disappointment in his heart, he pointed to the sky to his servants, and said:
"I have ordered all my companions lurking in the Shadow Realm to return to the material world. Under the circumstance that the current burning expedition begins to shift to the death realm, the material world has become safer.
We have hidden people on the borders of the stars and in the worlds of points, and we have to keep a low profile for a long time to come.
I will personally **** our master to Azeroth, where Tichondrius and Mephistos are waiting to pick us up, but the fastest way to get to the material world right now is to go through the Legion portal above your head
Don't look at me like that, bastard! I'm not crazy! "
The Dread Lord glanced at the sky full of flying demons, he gritted his teeth and said:
"That's the quickest way, we might be discovered by the demons and sacrifice a few unlucky ones, but I'm sure most of us will get out of this hellish place safely where we're not welcome."
Several Nathrezim, look at me, look at you, no one spoke, but Banazar felt a subtle change in the atmosphere, it frowned, looked at the people in front of him, and said:
"Do you have any other ideas? Say it, say it, it's all over now, don't hide it any longer."
"Uh, so it is, lord."
Dread Witch Narragas looked left and right.
She is the weakest among these dreadlords. Once she really wants to venture through the Legion Portal, she is the most unlucky person who is likely to be sacrificed.
No sensible Nathrezim should bet on such a probability, so the dread witch rolled her eyes and whispered:
"I do think we have another option, a week ago, when I was instructed to advance to the fort to investigate the situation, I met a strange guy on the way.
It is one of us, but not like us.
It helped me dodge the pursuit of a few Grian angels, and said something to me.
It tells me that the great plan of the Creator will fail terribly, but that failure is not a bad thing for us Nathrezim. "
The Witch of Fear carefully observed the change in Balnazzar's expression. She paused, suppressing her voice as if she was saying something outrageous.
she says:
"That strange clan told me that maybe it's time for us to live in a different way. We who have always obeyed the will of the Creator have another choice"
"To shut up!"
Banazar said with a cold face:
"You should know, this is a rebellious word! You shouldn't say this!"
"I know I shouldn't say it."
Narrajas also gave up. She spread her claws and said to her lord:
"But the development of the facts is almost exactly the same as the prophecy of that strange clan, and that guy also told me that our activities in Revenders have long been discovered by the Stoneborn!
The reason why the Stoneborn Mother didn't kill us is because it secretly made a relationship with its friends.
It also says that if we don't believe, if we're in a dead end with nowhere to go, we can go to the Stonesmith's Manor, where he'll be waiting for us, and it'll show us another possibility for a Dreadlord civilization .
but."
The Dread Witch gritted her teeth and glanced at the soul blade behind Balnazar, she whispered:
"But we have to take that sword with us, yes, lord, that strange fellow prophesied that the most important thing for our creator to live on is this sword.
I think so
It's about time anyway, we should give it a try, I volunteered to be the pioneer.
I know that you are all afraid, and I am also very afraid, but that guy said it well, a **** who can't even protect himself is not worthy of worship. "
The dread witch looked at her silent companions, and whispered:
"Anyway, the Creator can't control us, can't he? He can't protect himself now, we are Nasrezim, when have we been truly loyal?
This is all for survival, no shame. "
(end of this chapter)
