Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1453 86. Listen! The ancient Venerable is calling--Happy birthday to the big babies [33]

   "The nerubian of Azjol Nerub is one of the mystical legends of Northrend."

In the deep passage leading to the underground, Nathanos Maris, carrying a war spear and holding a war bow, watched the surroundings vigilantly. He brought his hounds and foxes to form a formation with the smelly pirates who were marching behind him. A screening formation went all the way down.

   On the hill above this dead, cold tunnel, Mother Windrunner is discussing some "salary" issues with her "temporary employer", while waiting for the "helpers" arranged by the stinky pirates to arrive.

  Blake, who couldn't rest, and his good brother Maris took on the responsibility of "finding the way" for His Majesty the Lich King. They walked into the underground tunnel covered by the falling rocks of the hill, and went all the way.

   "I've heard that the nerubians have built a huge empire under this frozen wasteland, extending in all directions, from the coast of Northrend to the Icecrown Glacier, the center of the dead continent.

  No one knows how long it took the nerubians to dig such a massive project underground.

   But there is no doubt that only the luckiest or most unfortunate travelers have the opportunity to enter the underground kingdom of the nerubians to see what it is.

  I just don’t know, when did His Majesty Lothar become interested in these swarms of life that live underground and have almost no connection with the surface world? "

  Maris asked in a low voice as he walked forward.

  Blake, who was behind him, didn't answer immediately. The stinky pirate paid attention to the strange lines drawn along the tunnel leading to the underground.

   He would be like a genuine elite explorer, holding the special dwarf camera specially distributed by the Explorers Association for senior members, constantly focusing, taking pictures of those patterns.

   In short, very professional.

   Very professional with minimal performance.

   Until a few seconds later, Blake glanced at the clear photo he took with satisfaction.

   The scarab pattern on that photo is clearly visible, with similar markings in the ancient structures of the Qiraji Empire and the mantid in the Silithus desert.

   This also proves from the side that the nerubians living in Northrend, the northern land of the frost, do have a very ancient and mysterious blood connection with the Qiraji and the mantid.

   Such a photo, coupled with a research paper written with a little snack, is enough for Blake to write another professional paper in the internal journal of the Explorers Association under the name of "Fina Golden Sword".

   And he can guarantee that he is definitely a professional researcher of the Aqir Empire civilization in the world of Azeroth.

   "It took the nerubians tens of thousands of years to spread their network of underpasses throughout Northrend, but why they did this remains a mystery.

   Even as a 'swarm civilization expert', I can't give you a definite conclusion. "

Blake put away the photos he had taken. Like a relaxed backpacker, he followed Maris all the way into the underground tunnel, while he looked around at the small black caves that were full of cobwebs, low and low. The voice introduced the mysterious place under their feet to Maris.

   He said in a cold and faint tone:

   "The nerubians living under the permafrost of Northrend are not superior in terms of population strength compared to their ancient brothers.

They are not as unrivaled in number as the Qiraji, and they are not as cruel and ruthless as the mantid to strengthen the individual's combat power with the teachings of great reincarnation. The three existing branches of the ancient Aqir Empire belong to the nerubians. Low-key weak.

   But the nerubians also have their advantages.

They are naturally intelligent, can master shadow magic skillfully, and can also seduce people's hearts through spiritual power. Every adult nerubian is a clever spellcaster and sneak attack. In the former civilization of the worm empire, these nerubians are They exist as commanders, rulers and priests of the upper caste.

   They hold the last piece of power the Swarm needs to reorganize the Aqir Empire, the ability to cast spells.

   This is me

  Ahem, that's why His Majesty the Lich King is eyeing them. "

  The smelly pirate grinned and said to Maris next to him:

   "Our Lord Lothar needs to establish the Scourge of the Undead throughout Northrend, and he needs a means of transportation that will allow his soldiers to travel quickly across the continent.

   What could be more convenient and ready-made than the underground network established by the nerubians?

   Furthermore, although the number of nerubians is small, they generally have good fighting power, especially the kings and lords of the nerubians. Those who call themselves crypt lords occasionally prey on young dragons.

   Even in the whole of Azeroth, this kind of combat power is already very good.

   Once the nerubians can be absorbed and driven by the undead natural disaster, His Majesty Lothar will have another trump card to deal with the war. "

   "Sounds reasonable."

  Nathanos nodded, but then he took another look at Black and said:

   "But I'm sure that's not all the reasons, my brother. I've communicated with His Majesty Lothar before, and I know that despite the darkness, his war-level wisdom has not faded in the slightest.

If you want to convince His Majesty Lothar to make up his mind to attack the Nerubian Empire, then in addition to the benefits mentioned above, you need to come up with more rhetoric to convince him to start the second game while conquering the trolls war.

  Say it.

  伱Look, I've come here with you, and I've also received temporary permission from His Majesty the Lich King to be his forward ranger. Is there anything else I shouldn't know? "

   "Well, I sometimes think your curiosity is too strong. With a mysterious Sylvanas by your side, isn't it enough for you to play the guessing game?"

  Blake spit out:

   "Since you like to hear secrets so much, why are you a ranger? Wouldn't it be more promising to be an assassin with me?"

   "You don't have to say anything. Personal attacks are not allowed."

  Marris rolled his eyes and complained.

As a result, in the next instant, Blake stepped forward with a smile on his face, and walked shoulder to shoulder with General Ranger. He kicked the barren under his feet, and asked the champion dog to rush forward to explore the road. Then he whispered to Nasa. North said:

   "It's not that I don't tell you, it's that I'm afraid to scare you. The reason why my Majesty Lothar and I want to target the nerubians at this time is very simple, come on, calm down, I'll give you something to listen to.

   Don't be frightened. "

  The stinky pirate stretched out his finger and pointed a faint light on Maris's forehead.

   With the influx of pure void power, Nathanos Maris's spiritual power was temporarily strengthened at this moment, spreading outwards in place like a sonar.

   Soon, an inaudible whisper sounded at the soul level of Nathanos, like a "bait" detected by sonar, so vague that Maris couldn't listen carefully.

   He instinctively sensed the direction of the whispering voice, and wanted to hear it more clearly, but the harder he tried, the harder it was to catch the misty voice that was clearly real.

   A surge of irritability surged into his heart, making the Ranger General wish he could focus all of his attention on that damned whisper, which he did.

   Then, like a drowning man, he stuck his head out of the water, and the entire blurry world became clear, and he also heard a voice resembling Huang Zhong Dalu echoing.

   "I see you"

   It was a sound like thousands of people talking at the same time, old people, children, women, men and even beasts, the roars of dragons mixed together.

  It was like a rough hand that clenched and smashed Maris's will, and then sewed those fragments back together with the darkness of corrupt madness.

This action is very much like a dark big fish hidden in the abyss. A wave of "reverse fishing" is emitted. In the dark deep sea, a dim light is emitted, and the daring fisherman is dragged into the icy, lightless sea together with the man and the fishing rod. Transform this idiot who listens to dark mysteries at will into one of those dark things that hide beneath the ocean.

   But Maris wasn't just vain.

  As the brother of Blake Shaw and Mathias Shaw, although he is low-key and has always been troubled by emotional problems, Nathanos' talent realization and his strength growth have not been pulled down.

   The moment he realized that the problem was wrong, Maris decisively stimulated his inner beast.

  The brutal feral power surged into his heart, making Maris's eyes red, and at the same time rejecting all the dark guidance and doubts from the spiritual level.

   is like using mad beasts to form an indestructible wall of will outside the weak human soul, blocking all evil whispers from the high wall.

   This is how hunters and rangers deal with psychic magic.

   is very crude, but very effective.

  Those who try to seduce a master hunter with psychic powers often get a bloodthirsty "surprise", and a raging **** hunter will happily "visit" the villains who hide in the dark and hurt people with arrows.

   "Yo, not bad."

   After Maris took some time to calm down his animal nature, he saw the smelly pirate sitting on the stone in front of him, looking at him with a weird smile.

   The latter kept giving Maris a thumbs up and said:

"I really underestimated you, I was going to pull you back from the dark shadow when you were defeated by Yogg Saron's dark whispers, so that you owe me a big deal 's favor.

   But I didn’t expect you to rely on yourself to reject the temptation of the mind of the ancient gods.

  I apologize for underestimating you, and my brother, Shaw, will be delighted to see that you have grown into a man you can rely on. "

   "I'm not proud of it."

  Marris shook his head. He ignored Black's pirate joke and asked with a frown:

   "The nerubians believe in the ancient gods sealed under the continent of Northrend?

   Just like the qiraji people believe in C'Thun and the mantid follow Y'Shaarj, are these insectoid civilizations not related to the ancient gods and make them uncomfortable?

   Live well, can't you? "

   "That's really not good, you're a bit too strong, my brother."

   In the face of Maris' complaints, Blake rolled his eyes and said:

   "The Aqir Empire is the 'seed' left over after the collapse of the Dark Empire era. All the xenomorphs in this world are fallen beings born under the last efforts of the ancient gods who were unwilling to fail.

  They are born with dark instructions inscribed in their souls, they will instinctively rely on those powerful void creatures, and only when they become part of the power system of an Old God can their lack in their souls be satisfied.

   is like the reason why draenei are born with affinity with the Holy Light.

   No matter which branch the Aqir people are, no matter what kind of bug they are, they are born to serve the ancient gods, and some of them may be able to rely on their talents to resist this instinctual call.

   But for a group, the bug people have no ability to refuse the orders of the Old God.

   It can be said that they are inherently part of the darkness.

   How can you make their hearts bright?

   Regrettably, the Nervous Nerubians mistrusted their 'Dark Lord' and chose Yogg-Saron instead of the Elder Venerable who had unified the Qiraji and the mantid.

   This signifies that the nerubians are about to pay for their wrong choices.

  As far as I know, the ancient Venerable has been in a bad mood recently. "

  Black's last words made Maris roll his eyes, and the Ranger-General said:

   "Where did you get the 'inside' information from?"

   "Of course I saw it with my own eyes. You know me. I've never been a liar about this kind of thing. You don't believe me, right?

   Okay, then please ask the Ancient Venerable yourself how she views the rebellious nerubian. "

  The pirate snorted, stood up from the stone he was sitting on, took out a delicate amber tuning fork from his arms, took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, and threw the tuning fork towards the ground.

With a soft sound of   , the amber tuning fork was precisely stuck in the hidden entrance of this tunnel to the next underground tunnel.

   As the ground shattered, an "underground tunnel" covered with white cobwebs appeared in front of the two of them under the astonished gaze of Maris.

   Looking at the lower dark underground through the white curtain-like spider web, I could vaguely see a huge underground city.

Its construction style is very similar to that of the ruins of the Qiraji Empire. Obelisks and altar towers are used to embellish buildings throughout the city. The entire city itself presents the intersection of black and blue, as well as the golden dome decoration and A light blue magic shield wraps around.

   The outline of the city can be seen in the dim light below.

   is really huge!

   "The Holy Light is above."

  Maris squatted on the spot and carefully estimated the size of the Nerubian city below. After a few seconds, he said in shock:

"This city is bigger than Lordaeron. And I'm sure the Nerubians are more than this city. Dragons rule the skies of Northrend, now the undead are about to rule the earth, and this underworld is Ruled by the nerubians."

   "That's a thing of the past, stupid and arrogant dog-licking humans!"

   A cold and arrogant voice suddenly sounded from behind Maris, causing the Ranger to stand up instantly and complete the full set of actions of aiming and drawing the bow and winding the arrow.

   But as soon as the bowstring was drawn, Black reached out and pressed it down.

   "My own people, don't do it."

  The pirate said something casually.

Beside him, the ancient venerable Lady Saratas, who had just sent herself to the little master with the precise transmission of magic through the positioning of the amber tuning fork, was moving her snake tail hidden in the darkness, circling Blake one by one. Wrap up in circles.

   This scene is as if Black summoned his "Guardian Spirit" in some weird way.

   "Look at what? Impolite mortal!"

   Xalatas's peculiar gesture of half-human, half-snake immediately aroused the curious attention of Maris, but how could the Lord of Darkness be seen by ordinary people with naked eyes?

   She glared at the daring Maris, and a terrifying shock of will exploded on Maris' soul.

   This time, the distance was too close and the speed was too fast, so that the Ranger had no time to activate his animal nature. As a result, he rolled his eyes and staggered to his knees on the ground.

   "Don't bully my trash friend. Although he is very good, he is a good teammate who used to fry the fish pond with me and eat bad points."

  Black stopped Xal'atas's nonsense, he helped the embarrassed Maris, and then said to Xal'atas, who folded his arms and vomited a snake letter:

   "Did the snake man get it?"

   "I sent the two puppies back to the Broken Isles, and by the way, I went back to the Waldun Desert to leave an unfertilized egg for the snake people in exchange for their obedience.

   This adds another brave man to the dark empire under my lord's command. "

  Xalatas laughed proudly, but then stared at the Nerubian city below which was protected by cobwebs and energy shields, her eyes shone with cold light, and she stretched out a bright red snake letter and licked her lips.

Say:

   "But I just laid an egg, and my body is weak and needs to be replenished. I can smell that the Void Herald hiding in the city belongs to Yogg Saron's favorite.

   Hehe, I can have a full meal again.

  The Nerubians must also learn this lesson!

  They must be willing to return to the glory of the Aqir Empire and become a part of the insect civilization, otherwise their existence will be meaningless. "

   The ancient Venerable sneered, raised his left hand and waved it down.

   A dozen void cracks burst out in an instant, tearing apart the material space.

   In the roar of the insect swarm spreading its wings, the Qiraji swarm commanded by the mantid heroes, bathed in the light of the ancient gods, rushed into the territory of this underground city from another world.

   "Go! Execute the punishment of the swarm!"

  Xalatas rolled up Black's wrist, like a black cat, rubbed his head on the pirate's shoulder, waved his hand again, and instructed his subordinates in a lazy tone:

   "Today, I want to see a river of blood."

   (end of this chapter)