Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1349 99. Maiev, hunter without prey, nothing

   chased Black's group very fast, and they arrived at the Dark Portal less than twenty minutes after Frostmourne was stolen.

  The great knight Turalyon jumped off his royal armored griffin, and what he saw was a group of stunned vigilantes, and the great Druid of Thesari Black Raven standing in front of the dark gate weakly.

   You can tell from this situation that a battle must have broken out here.

   The Great Druid of the Black Crow is now weak to the naked eye.

   The fire on her body even showed signs of being out of control. Her face was flushed and her breathing was short of breath. At first glance, she was seriously injured.

  Turalyon hurriedly stepped forward to support the crumbling Great Druid, whose arm was astonishingly hot, as if touching magma, causing the Great Knight to withdraw his hand instantly.

"Feel sorry."

   Black Crow lowered his head and said in a difficult tone:

   "I saw him, but couldn't stop him, I was too weak."

   "It's not your fault, Arch Druid."

  The Great Knight did not understand the meaning of the black crow's words at all, but instead comforted:

   "Faced with an opponent like Black, it is a terrible move to let you face the enemy alone. Fortunately, he didn't completely frantically hurt you and these guardians, otherwise today's loss will make us suffer for the rest of our lives.

  He went back to Azeroth with the magic sword? "

"Um."

   Black Crow nodded and said to the people gathered around him:

   "The pirate claimed that he was looking for a sword-bearer in Azeroth for Frostmourne, and he also said that an old man has been asleep for a long time, and he will decay if he does not wake up."

   This sentence made the aliens frown. They couldn't understand the meaning of Black's words, but the great knight Turalyon and the little prince Arthas instantly widened their eyes.

   The two exclaimed almost at the same time:

   "Not good! It's Marshal Lothar!"

  “???”

   A group of people around was also shocked, and the great lord Ravencase asked back:

   "It's Anduin Lothar, the greatest commander of your human race in the past 100 years? Is it the hero who led you to defeat the orcs? Does Black have anything to do with him?

  Why would he risk being hunted down by all the forces of Azeroth and hand Frostmourne to Lothar?

   Does he hate Lothar so much? "

   "No, no, not only does Mr. Black hate Marshal Lothar, on the contrary, he admires him very much."

   Alsace explains:

   "I discussed this with Lord Black, and Black told me that Lothar was one of the men he admired most, number eight on his odd list."

   "Only the eighth place?"

   Draenei great shaman Noboden asked:

   "It doesn't count as a 'special worship', does it?"

   "Well, I've also heard of Blake's bizarre list of 'most admired men'."

   Knight Turalyon explained in a slightly embarrassed whisper:

  "It is said that Sargeras, the dark titan, is only ranked second"

   This explanation made the surrounding people instantly understand Anduin Lothar's position in the heart of the stinky pirate. Lord Ravencrest also nodded. He looked at the revolving door of darkness in front of him and said:

   "So, Blake Shaw took Frostmourne not to humiliate or attack Lothar, but to 'resurrect' Lothar, who was inextricably between life and death?

  Well, judging from Anduin Lothar's record and his legendary stories, he does seem to be one of the people who can wield this magic blade.

  If Lothar becomes a death knight, that's not an unacceptable outcome."

   "No! We can't accept it!"

   The great knight and the little prince shouted in unison again.

  Obviously, the death knight grand lord's different thinking mode offended them, and the grand knight said angrily:

   "Marshal Lothar is not just a great man to be admired, or a commander-in-chief remembered by all to human civilization.

  After the victory in the Orc War and the sacrifice in the Battle of Dalaran, Marshal Lothar has become the spiritual incarnation in the eyes of all humans!

   You will never find another man who has all the good qualities that a human being should have, he is a perfect man, he is ours.ours.”

  Turalyon couldn't find a suitable word to describe Lothar's position in the hearts of mankind, and the great shaman Nuboton next to him suddenly said:

   "Spiritual Totem?"

   "Yes! It's like a spiritual totem."

  The Great Knight nodded and said:

   "Once Marshal Lothar is resurrected in a dead posture, it will bring a blow to human civilization, our courage, our wisdom, our persistence, and everything we have will be desecrated.

   I cannot accept this result!

  Alsace! "

  The great knight shouted, and the little prince immediately straightened his back and saw Turalyon looking at him, and said in a serious tone:

   "Go back to Stormwind Kingdom as fast as you can, and tell His Majesty Varian to defend Northshire Abbey at all costs! I'll return immediately with the Brotherhood of Iron Horses.

   There are also two archmages."

   "Needless to say, Turalyon."

   Archmage Vargoth pulled his purple mage pointed hat, and he said in a serious tone:

"Ansrem and I know how serious this is, and we and the whole of Dalaran will do everything in our power to stop Black Shaw's atrocities. We will return to the North immediately to inform His Holiness the Pope and others about this. Great Knights."

   "We'll help too!"

  The silent Maraad helped up the stunned vigilantes on the ground. He looked at Turalyon and said:

   "We draenei have also heard of Marshal Lothar's great deeds from old Fordring. It was you who helped us free our prophet from the nightmare of death, and we will help our human friends with the same determination."

   "Then we too."

   The young Roar who came to watch the fun also intends to brush up on his presence.

   But before he could speak, Arthas turned to him and said:

   "No, the orcs' aid is fine. I appreciate your idea of ​​helping, but I'm going to take a bunch of greenskins to Northshire Abbey and I'm going to be court-martialed."

   "I'm not green, I'm brown! You blind brat."

   Young Master Roar pointed to his own face and retorted a little aggrievedly, but it was reasonable to say that the orcs really shouldn't be involved in this matter.

  When everyone makes a plan, they act immediately.

   Arthas and the archmages immediately teleported to the Watch Castle through the Dark Portal. According to their worst estimates, the portal to Stormwind Kingdom should have been occupied by Black.

   But unexpectedly, what they saw when they teleported to the Watch Fort was a peaceful scene.

   There was no impact at all here, and even the portal to Stormwind Kingdom was always closed, and there was no sign of it being opened at all.

   Could it be that Black himself used a spell similar to teleportation?

   In addition to his identity as a pirate, he is also a powerful spellcaster. Although there is no such remote teleportation skill in Warlock magic, he can't keep Black from inventing some hellish magic.

  The uneasy Arthas and the Archmage teleported to Stormwind City despite their exhaustion and told Varian about it, but it turned out that the Stormwind Kingdom was as peaceful as the Northshire Abbey.

   Marshal Lothar's coffin was not touched by anyone

   This is surprising.

   In terms of Black's execution, it shouldn't be so slow.

   So, is there something in trouble for the bad pirate to stop him from bringing bad luck to the world? —

"boom"

   The front of the wolf and the blade of thorns collided once in the air, and the light of the moon **** from the same source smashed and smashed between the weapons, and pushed the fighting sides to slide away on both sides.

  In a valley in the Blasted Lands, Black and Maiev were fighting each other as if they were dancing.

   Both of them are at the peak of their watchman combat skills, and if they use the same combat skills to fight against each other, no one can help each other.

   "You should find my ring, you stinky woman!"

  Blake tilted the scorching Alpha Wolf to his side, and he reprimanded helplessly and viciously:

   "I gave you a task, and you came here to block me? You bastard, you really know how to make me feel bad, right?"

   "Is this what you said?"

   Maiev, who was not wearing the War Armor of the Warden and only wore a Night Killer suit, raised her right hand, and on her slender fingers, Malus the Blood Drinker was shining brightly.

she says:

   "This ring fell in a fel orc camp not far from the Dark Portal. It didn't take me long to find it, and I planned to return it to you.

   But on second thought, this trip to Draenor is a bit too 'good' as you stinky pirate, you must be brewing something terrible.

  I made a special trip here to see what you are going to do.

   As it turns out, you are indeed an asshole. "

   Maiev turned to look at the living wooden sword box on the edge of the cliff under the two of them.

   In the first raid just now, she cut off the chains on Black's body and almost threw the magic sword into the Baizhang cliff below.

   "It's really sad, I thought my 'giving' during this period had brought our relationship into a new phase."

  Black raised his spear, patted his shoulder, and said to Maiev:

   "But it turns out that you're still the nasty **** in my heart, right, this is decent, this is like the Maiev Shadowsong I imagined, you were too weak a few days ago.

  Although I don't hate you, Xiaoniaoyiren. But I always feel that the taste is a little off.

  Since you are a shrew, don't pretend to be at the mercy of others. "

  “.”

  The remarks of the stinky pirate made Maiev silent for a moment, she looked down and said;

   "Dirty guy, do you like me more like this?"

   "I like it so much that I can't wait to stab you to death!"

  The pirate also noticed his embarrassment, he hurriedly calmed down and put down his gun, and said to Maiev:

   "I don't want to fight you here, give me the ring back, don't stop me from what's going on, then you can go back, wherever you want.

   Kill demons in Draenor or go back to Mount Hyjal to help your compatriots, I don't care.

  You, a prisoner, have been granted parole, and I, the warden, will welcome you out of the cage.

It's that simple. "

  “Shu”

   Maiev took off the ring from her finger, threw it to Black, and said with a stern face:

   "Article 7 of the watchman's code, as a prison officer, you can't release prisoners privately at any time, you must enforce the law fairly, and you just violated it.

  I think as the warden, I should teach you a lesson to the warden who does not follow the rules. "

   Finished speaking, Maiev put on a posture of praying with a knife wheel on the spot. After returning to Azeroth in the territory of the Moon God, as the Moon God of War, she received the full attention from the Moon God.

   In just an instant, layers of veil of stars and moon covered Maiev, and when she looked up, the battle lines of the dark moon phases were covered on her white cheeks.

   Those shimmering eyes also turned pitch black.

   "Good guy! Are you really here?"

  Black saw Maiev who had entered the Moonlight War God state, he brought the blood drinker Malus into his finger, and the ring became much weaker after leaving Draenor.

   But an artifact is an artifact, and it still brings a considerable power boost to the pirates.

   He said to Maiev who was in a fighting stance in front of him:

   "Do you really want to fight with all your strength? I don't think it's necessary, right?"

   "No! It's necessary! This is my last fight, Blake."

   Maiev, who is in the state of Moonlight War God, echoes with strange majesty when he speaks.

   Her dark eyes looked at Blake, and as the moon veil surged, the blade wheel in her hand also transformed into two bright moon blades, which she held in her hand.

she says:

   "The part of my heart that belongs to the Watcher is telling me that I must stop you, I cannot break my oath, and I will do everything in my power to prevent you from bringing Frostmourne back to the human world.

   This is my insistence on my mission.

   But if I still lose like this, then I have no reason to fight. I heard the conversation between you and the little girl who betrayed me in Hisari.

  You want me to never leave you? "

   Maiev hesitated, bit her lip, and said in a voice that only two people could hear:

   "Didn't you always want to bring me your own chains? Didn't you always want to conquer the soul of the Moon God in front of you?

   Now is the best chance.

bring it on.

   Fight with all your strength and give me a reason to let you go.

   We will know who is the prisoner and who is the jailer after this battle. "

   "That's what you said."

  The pirate grinned, inserted the head of the wolf on the ground, and moved his fingers to summon his inner demon, sword girl, and his own war beasts.

   He moved his neck and made a rattling sound.

   A flash of red light floated in his eyes, the power of the beast and the void was rising, and the pirate's tone became hoarse. Before being overwhelmed by the beast, he said:

   "If I lose, I'll ask for a deluxe single room in the Warden's Vault, a daily meal from a pandaren chef, and a comfy bed.

   Most importantly, you have to 'watch' me every night!

  If I win by luck.

  You should probably change your name to Maiev Shadowsong Proudmoore in the future. "

   "You want to be beautiful!"

   Maiev sneered and said:

   "Maev Shadowsong will always belong to Elune."

"Do not!"

  Blake closed his eyes, and when he reopened them, his eyes were full of wild crimson beasts. He showed a very aggressive and creepy smile, grabbed the white sword Shalator and flashed it in front of Maiev.

   The first collision between the two parties brought the terrifying lunar power and natural animal nature, and the energy impact of the cold void.

   At the moment when the two were almost facing each other, the 500% damage bonus from the Death Beacon made Maiev break the defense in an instant, and Black grabbed her wrist.

   In a voice like a roar of a beast, he said to the Warden of the Watchmen:

   "You belonged to him in the past, and you belong to me now! You have my mark on you, and you are my prisoner!"

   "Come, relive your old dreams, my dear prisoner."

   (end of this chapter)