Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1056 152. Ravencase: The dead don't die, they just wither!

  The ruins of Qiraji are quiet tonight.

  To the bugs, tonight is no different from the past. Under the orders of their respective lords, they have been working hard for thousands of years.

   Fortunately, the bugs are not very good at thinking, and they do not understand the meaning of the word "boring" very well. Their only duty from birth to death is to serve the swarm.

   They don't have anything of their own, and they don't need that.

   They won't be afraid, flinch, and be curious. Except for the lack of chips, these bugs are no different from clockwork warriors made by mechanical gnomes.

   Uh, no.

   They are better than clockwork warriors.

  When the will of the swarm requires them to charge and bite, they have been designed to be slayers in the evolution of generations, and they can burst into terrifying destructive power in an instant.

   Of course, flesh and blood are not invincible after all, they will experience the trial of fire tonight.

"boom"

   The shining Eye of Invention was ejected from the sea cliff into the sky, and smashed into a corner of the ruins of Qiraji amid the cheers of Nagfar.

This place is being piled up by workers and insects, preparing to provide an activity area for the next batch of hatched larvae. The metal bumps shining with crimson streamers are hitting the center of the spread out, but they have not caused the dozens of insects around. any attention.

   They focus on their work, that's the only reason they exist.

   Then, at the moment when the crimson light swept across the surroundings, a strange sound rang out in this silent place.

   "Incompatible flesh detected. Purge begins!"

   "Boom"

  Scorching light emerged from the bow of the Nagfar, and the flesh-purifying cannon that had not roared for a long time roared again tonight

The    streamer poured into the sky. Although the light did not turn, after the filter under the aircraft controlled by the mechanical gnomes was refracted three times, the light of purification still accurately hit the location where the Eye of Invention fell.

   In the cheers of the ship spirit waving her arms, the streamer she saw swept across the ruined city of insect people like a giant blade, and hundreds of worker insects were divided into ashes in the splash of light.

   Those damp creeps were ignited directly and turned into flames.

The   light was still beating, and the mechanical gnome craftsmen adjusted the frequency so that the second wave of bombardment fell in a scattered posture. That scene was extremely beautiful.

   is like a shower of crimson meteors falling from the sky, illuminating the night sky above the ruins in an instant.

  Insects do not know how to appreciate this beauty.

  Otherwise they would have been applauding the fireworks show, as Blake is doing now.

  The pirate stood on the head of Sefir, who had turned into a dragon, and let the first mate dragon carry himself in the crimson streamer to rush from the sea cliff into the ruins of the insect man.

   He looked at the rain of light falling from the sky, and let out a long whistle, Sefir responded with a dragon roar, and both felt that the beginning of this chaotic night was so beautiful.

   But the next moment of change is not beautiful.

The second after the black dragon rushed into the ruins from behind, a huge obsidian war sword smashed into the shadow high in the sky, and the flying war sword was fast and accurate with a violent sonic boom. On the wings of the black dragon.

   This is why the qiraji never defend against attacks from the sea.

  The worms used the forbidden knowledge bestowed by the old gods to create the most powerful creations, and placed the obsidian kobold named Anubisath at the rear of the ruined city.

  Any enemy who wants to cross the sky and attack the Qiraji Empire must pass them first.

  In the thousand-year-old battle of quicksand, it was the anti-air tactics of these Anubisath giants that caused terrifying damage to the guardian dragons.

   But Sefir was not afraid of such an attack.

   The moment the wings were torn by the obsidian sword, the huge black dragon figure suddenly disappeared in the air.

   The obsidian giant threw a huge sword from below was slammed by the black dragon who suddenly appeared in front of him with two claws, and was knocked to the ground in the sweep of the giant tail.

   Lady Black Dragon still has the light of time magic remaining on her body.

  Sefiel accelerated his time, creating a chance for a surprise attack while avoiding fatal injuries. She and the obsidian giant fought to the death on the sea cliff platform, and the battle between the two terrifying giant beasts shook the ground of the entire ruins.

   As for Blake.

   He had left the dragon's back before Sefir was hit, and he would have slipped to somewhere.

   His mission keeps him from wasting time on the surface.

   He must rush into C'Thun's Fallen Temple at the fastest speed and complete the assassination of the ancient **** before the swarm is fully mobilized.

   This is pretty much the most difficult shadow trial a mortal assassin can do on the world of Azeroth, confronting the most terrifying fallen creatures born from the dark side of the stars.

   Most importantly, he felt he could win!

   "Boom"

  At the same time as the Nagfar attacked, the tunnel in front of the Beetle Wall was also detonated, and the roar of a huge amount of explosives created a giant blow under the ground of the great desert.

  A huge amount of sand was opened by the explosion, creating flying sand to cover the sky.

The transmission of    energy caused the ground on the other side of the Beetle Wall to first bulge and then collapse. The underground tunnels that were riddled with holes by the continuous excavation of the Qiraji for thousands of years were completely integrated, creating a U-shaped underground passage.

   In the violent vibration of the Beetle Wall itself, the army of death knights led by Lord Ravencrest personally drove the ghost leopard into the pit that was still reverberating with dust and gunpowder.

  The lord of ten thousand years ago, the current death commander, swung two extremely cold howling winds to the left and right as he marched.

  The energy of death surged to form a thick ice cap, which supported the wide underground potholes and cleared the way for the subsequent charge of the legion.

  At the same time as the big explosion made the passage, the old lich Merry, who was holding the staff of Etiès, raised the guardian's staff high, and the magic net power under the great desert was accurately extracted and reshaped by the lich.

   He can sense the call from a distant place under the dark night, which is a signal shaped by magic.

  A super-large teleportation magic is being stimulated, and it now only needs a precise coordinate as a spatial anchor to tear out a gate connecting the two places.

  Merry Dongfeng showed a smile on the corner of his mouth.

   As he has done countless times in the past, he solidified his magic power in the position in front of him, forming a precise guide coordinate, as if in a dark and boundless sea, he pointed out the direction for the far-travelers to move forward.

   "Om"

   The magic power around the entire Beetle Wall tumbled at this moment, like the wind and waves above the magic sea.

   This level of energy transmission can completely shred the opposing Death Knight striker waiting to be teleported, even if a slight error causes a backflow of magic power.

   Fortunately, the old lich's magic manipulation is powerful enough.

  The blue and white magic halo slammed into the surrounding desert like a heavy fist, the lingering light of magic was pulled away, and a black-clothed black armor, silent death knight army was teleported to the outside of the beetle wall.

   They completed the formation in Eres Salas, and the moment they were teleported, under the leadership of their respective commanders, they filed into the channel supported by the ice block in front of them.

   In the ruthless charge of the death knight, occasionally some elves in blood robes turned into blood bats and flew, locking and killing the bugs that rushed out of the pit under the quicksand.

   These elven blood mages who came and went like the wind made Old Merry frown, and he felt deep malice from these guys.

   "That magic power just now is well positioned."

  Behind the old lich, the hooded old man Thacher stood on the floating magic carpet and approached, and said arrogantly:

   "It's more than enough to be my apprentice."

"who are you?"

  The old lich glanced at the guy with the broken skull, and under the hood full of inscriptions, he saw only a burning skull with ornate jewels on its forehead.

   "You'll soon know who I am."

  Sakir Jiejie sneered and stretched out his hand, and took a ghostly wound spine sickle from the similarly dressed apprentice beside him. Old Merry knew the scythe, the weapon Black used to cast spells.

   So he sneered and said to the mighty Thakiel:

   "Who do I think it is, it turns out to be Blake's son of a bitch. I'm not talking about him. His standards for accepting dogs are getting lower and lower."

"Humph."

  Thakir did not object.

   After all, the old man is a stylish person. He only said a few words to him because of his good spellcasting skills. Other rookies should not let the old man talk.

   In the face of Merry's sarcasm, Master Enlightenment didn't care.

   He jumped off the magic carpet, and with a wave of his hand, the surrounding quicksand swirled and covered his body, sending him to the other side of the Beetle Wall.

   Soon, under the astonished gaze of the old lich, a dozen fel-energy meteorites that were flying were bombarded all over the ruins of Qiraji under the call of Thakiel's Sinner's Spine Scythe.

   Tonight this ancient and evil spirit has permission from Blake.

   Tonight he has no taboos.

  Come on, come on, bugs!

   Come and fight with my demon army, the loser will keep the soul! Tsk tsk, sad creatures may not even have souls, but that's okay, it's the same with flesh and blood.

   Demons have mixed tastes, and they like flesh and blood.

   "Ow! Go forward, the captain's order tells us to go forward, there are no treasures here! So, kill! Let's kill!"

  The death knights rushed into the ruins on the surface and fought against the insect swarms that were used everywhere. On the front line near the coast, the ghost sailors who rushed out from the extension of the fog on the sea also climbed the city of insects with difficulty.

   These incorporeal guys are downright cannon fodder.

  Black didn't expect any decent results from them at all, but this scene of a dense group of ghost sailors smashing out of the fog was quite shocking.

   These noisy guys quickly caught the attention of the swarm lord, and a group of bugs that was supposed to stop the death knights changed direction and charged towards the ghost sailors on the flank.

   This gave Lord Ravencrest, who had just rushed to the mountain of bones, enough "casting time".

   The death knight grand lord jumped from the back of the spirit saber with his rune sword, and walked quickly to the top of the "hill" shaped by the bones of the dead from the battle of quicksand thousands of years ago.

   He had been informed by Black that there was such a pile of elf bones in the ruins.

   Now, after seeing the desecration of the dead by these bugs with his own eyes, the heart of High Lord Ravencrest is also burning with anger.

   Although he did not share the same beliefs as a Highborne and a night elf, as a lord who died thousands of years ago, he had no more connection with these elves who died in battle.

   But at this moment, seeing the gloomy and gloomy despair emanating from this skeleton-filled hill, the high lord only had to close his eyes, and he seemed to be able to hear the unwilling roars and painful laments of the dead.

   Those souls are still here!

  Ravencase could feel it.

  In this place extremely far away from the World Tree, the souls of the dead cannot return to the holy land of the elves, and they were bound to this fallen land by the power of darkness at the moment of their death.

   They saw their corpses being used as food by the bugs, they watched their existence wither and weathered in time, and they knew that they had been forgotten by the world and could not be liberated.

   They roamed the battlefields of millennia ago, wandering aimlessly on the land where the bugs killed them.

   They have been tortured for too long.

   And they expect more than rest.

   "The dead are howling, they are roaring for vengeance, right here, on the battlefield that belonged to them a thousand years ago, they are praying to me, they are eager to finish their war with their own hands.

they said.

at all costs. "

   The death knight grand lord was half-kneeling at the top of the mountain of bones, and he reached out and stroked the uneven skeletons in front of him.

   Those skeletons that have long been ashen.

   Those dark eye sockets.

   Those arms that can no longer move.

  Lord Ravencrest seemed to be talking to himself, but also talking to those invisible dead.

   He pulled out his dragon-shaped rune sword with his backhand, and recited the funeral song of the Elf Empire in the chaotic and noisy night. He gathered the aura of death in his body on the sharp blade, and stabbed the pile of bones under his feet fiercely.

   He felt the unwillingness of those gatherings.

   He wants to wake them up!

   "Come on, angry dead, unwilling warriors, forgotten soldiers! Come, continue this war, keep charging, until victory!"

   At Ravencrest's call, the purple-red death aura was like a flash of lightning, igniting a roar on the mountain of bones under his feet.

   Lady Tyrande, who walked into the ruins of Qiraji at this moment, looked back with a sense of feeling, and saw the first skeleton without an arm staggeringly stood up from the dreaded pile of dark bones.

   The sentry suit on it has long since been weathered, its emblem has faded, and it has no weapons in its hands, only a thigh bone stick.

   But the skeleton still tried hard to stop and straighten its waist, as if it was alive, as if it had fought against these insects!

   followed by the second, the third

   In just ten seconds, there was an army of skeletons in front of Lord Ravencrest.

   No one knows where the broken souls that support the activities of these bones come from, whether they are really ancient souls that have been beaten by wind and rain in the desert for a thousand years.

   But it doesn't matter anymore.

  The warriors of a thousand years ago are back.

  Under Tyrande's prayerful gaze, the soldiers who had been forgotten in the desert gathered again. They may have forgotten who they were, but they still remembered their purpose here.

   Pairs of blue and flexible fires ignited in the dark night, and soon joined together, creating a cold and dead ocean.

   "Target, the swarm ahead!"

   Lord Ravencrest pointed his rune sword forward, and as the blood-red cloak rattled, time seemed to stop at this moment.

   Until the death lord indifferently gave the order:

   "I order, Silithus Sentinel Corps."

   "Charge!"

   (end of this chapter)