Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1263 13. There are two kinds of machos, one is called the other, and the other is called Moknatha

  Before the ship docked, the firewood fleet was hit by the firepower of the demons, but the demon hunters rushed up and started slashing the moment the other party fired.

   If the damage of these blind men is 100 when facing other people, then when facing the devil, their combat power is at least 500 or more.

   With the charge of this group of lunatics, the Draenor pirates gained the upper hand in the landing operation.

  Then Rexxar, who was riding the armored Misha, also rushed into the demon casting camp. When Misha violently smashed the first demon guard, Rexxar's other three pets also roared and joined the battlefield.

  The eagle Spire rushed out from the natural gate of the sky with a roar, and the porcupine king Hoffer hummed and charged like a small tank, opening the way for Misha, who is very majestic today.

   And Rexxar, the Beastmaster, knows the key points of raiding battles. The opening scene of stepping into the Demon Casting Camp is a big move. The low-pitched beast roar rages in all directions with him as the center.

The mystery of the galloping beasts was inspired, and the first ones to respond to him were the flying insect lord Ayamis and her descendants. A large number of flying insects mixed with the mantid and flew out of the fleet, and soon they converged into one. A chilling power.

   This slaughtering force is a mephit that rushes out of the sky, and the gluttonous bugs even say that the mephits are eaten up in the air.

   Well, this flesh and blood nourished by fel energy tastes really good.

   It's as refreshing as eating triple spicy turkey noodles!

   Thanks to the activity of the demon hunters and the herd, Maim's firewood fleet was finally able to land without being attacked by demonic firepower, but the wastes who will appear later are obviously not as brave as the forwards.

  When they landed, these landlubbers who had previously surrendered to the legion and volunteered to be the devil's doglegs held weapons in their hands, but their hands and feet trembled in fright.

   "Bastard, charge me!"

   Maim's captains were furious and threw them away with whips.

   but the effect is poor.

  The crew is also very helpless.

   They want to complain, if they had the courage to fight demons before, they wouldn't be reduced to being pirates for the black knights, right?

   These **** saw that the ferocious and terrifying demons in front of them didn't **** their pants, and mutinied on the spot, which is already a lot of face for their brutal new boss.

   Although I know they are very hip.

   But pulling the hips like this also made the pirate king Maim face dull. He took out his warhammer and walked towards a fallen arakkoa who had been paralyzed on the ground, intending to open a head on the spot to inject "pirate spirit" into his trash subordinates.

   But when he swung his warhammer, he was stopped by Black reaching out.

   The smelly pirate didn't show any anger or disappointment on his face. He was still in the mood to comfort Maim and said:

   "Think of it for the better, my pirate king, they have not yet turned their weapons on us in the face of demons, and they have proved that in their hearts, our cruelty and terrifying have been equated with demons.

   This is a great compliment for shameless pirates.

  We have to keep working hard. "

   After finishing speaking, Black took his black owl battle helmet from Zhou Zhuo, the pandaren recorder who was wearing dwarf armor and a large steel helmet beside him, and buckled it on his head with a click.

   Seven-colored spiritual auras spread out, and quickly enveloped all the ships that docked in the infusion of pirates' magic power. The fearful waste pirates suddenly felt a pair of invisible hands touching their minds.

   "First shield bad fear, remove self-doubt from the cowardly heart, and then drain despair from the lowly dark soul.

   Such an empty heart can be infused with cruelty and rage, and finally with a scalding spoonful of the oil of scalding hatred for the miserable life and the demons who caused it.

   With this, the pride of being a crazy pirate can burst out on this group of trash.

   Then I, the mind-chef, can serve our devil eaters a delicious hors d'oeuvre with the worst ingredients."

In Blake's description, Maim and Zhou Zhuo beside him were dumbfounded and looked at the waste pirates who were still full of fear and wanted to commit suicide on the spot to get rid of them. After just a few seconds, it seemed like a group of people had changed. .

Whether it was arakkoa or draenei, or even the smallest and most incompetent gorens, they stood up one by one, shouting loudly, grabbing their weapons excitedly, and frantically greeting the people in front of them in the "hometown dialect" of all races demons.

   Their eyes were red, and driven by the uncontrollable anger, hatred, and rage that was tumbling in their hearts, they roared and jumped off the deck, rolled up their sleeves and slashed wildly at the nearest demon.

   The brave ones don't look like they are.

The demons in their eyes at this time are like the most hated guys they have encountered in their lives, such as the old king who cheated with his wife, such as the robber who stole money, such as the thug who destroyed the family, such as killing the father and the enemy and many more.

   They seem to want to release all the grievances in their lives, so as to say goodbye to their weakness completely.

  A group of cowardly pirates here and there?

   This is clearly a group of barbaric vrykul with different shapes!

   "Ah, yes yes yes, that's it!"

   Blake, who personally caused all this, spread out his hands with great satisfaction, watching himself infuse these cowardly souls with savagery, he proudly announced:

   "As long as you accept your weakness, then you're invincible! Go ahead, scumbags, and make a name for the undead pirates in Draenor with your lives and your hatred!

   As long as you kill the demons before they kill you, there's nothing to fear!

   Let go of your emotions. "

   "Little master, such an intense emotional release will cause permanent damage to their hearts."

  Xalatas whispered in Black's ear:

   "By the time they recover from their burst of emotions, they'll be forever missing some emotion. They're 'burning' their soul."

   "Isn't it better?"

  Black took out the head of the wolf, and released the black and white sisters swords that cheered. In the guards of the big wolf wolf, the big bear, and the flaming sky, the stinky pirates set foot on the already fierce battlefield.

   He raised the Dark Chaser crossbow and shot a few arrows at the demon in front of him, pinning the two rushing demon guards to the ground, and said to Xalatas:

   "Every trash has a disappointed teenager in his heart. No one regards being a trash as his life ideal as a child, but everyone can't live the life they imagined.

   I just gave my pirates a chance to 'follow their dreams'.

   Are you willing to see them as cowards for life?

   Or do you want them to be heroes for ten seconds?

  Trust me, as long as they survive today's battle, they will be grateful to me for the rest of their lives.

   Well, it seems that the concentration of rage and hatred is not enough, and anger is almost meaningless. Help me, my little girlfriend, let this group of ignorant demons understand the majesty of the 'Ancient Venerable'. "

   "Oh, oh, now I can be your accomplice."

   Xalatas said in an unhappy tone:

   "When we are brought to trial by moral models, I must put all the sins on you to help me get out of it. After all, a cute girl like me can always be treated differently."

   As she said that, she emerged from Black in the form of seven-colored smoke, and the heart of darkness that was still hidden in the treasury of Tol Baradna Thalass Academy also beat with it.

   If the enhancement that Black made for the pirates with the mind halo just now was just an appetizer, then when Xalatas exudes a dark majesty, it is the main course.

   There was only one moment, in the laughter of Xalatas, all the pirates were like fifty-dollar good brothers getting stimulant reinforcement.

   Their inner strength even affects their own bodies.

   One by one, his eyes were crimson red like a ghost, and his body swelled several times under the power of anger and hatred.

   But they are also a bonus.

  It is the insect swarm that is truly strengthened!

   The qiraji, the worker insects and the mantid felt the gaze of the Lord of Darkness at this moment.

  The craziest gene in their bloodline was activated, they lost their personal will at this moment, and they were extremely fanatical to dedicate themselves to the Supreme Being.

  The control of the hunter Ayamis was instantly seized by Xalatas, and then turned into a terrifying swarm consciousness and blessed each insect.

The    mass rage technique was applied, and the demons who could have resisted were instantly smashed.

   Not only have the enemies become stronger, but the demons have also become weaker.

  Devils are wild and wild, but they also have their own thoughts and emotions,

   And these guys generally have psychological problems such as "killing", and the harsh boss of the Burning Legion never pays attention to the mental health of employees.

   This makes it easier for Xal'atas to weaken them even than to strengthen Swarms and Pirates.

   Rage, hatred and anger, and unyielding pride were thrown on one's own side.

   Doubt, despair and fear are thrown to the devil.

  The seven powers that Y'Shaarj left behind were really clear to Xal'atas and Black.

  Under the fierce attack of the mantid who shouted to sacrifice their lives for the Elders, and the more violent offensive of the demon hunters who were also affected, the demons even began to retreat in an extreme time!

   It's kind of weird, but it really happened.

   This scene made the Eredar twins who were hiding in the hearts of the pirates even more desperate. As Black became stronger and stronger, they felt that their chances of getting out of trouble became more and more slim.

  Perhaps, it is a better choice to completely surrender to the pirates, be a heartless traitor, and enjoy the moment in time?

   Obviously, while tormenting the enemy, the careful Xalatas did not let go of these two poor careful demons, and they were also affected.

   It’s just that they haven’t noticed yet.

   "Is it my delusion, today's demons feel a little weak."

  Maris Demon Calamity, who had hacked to death seven demon guards, whispered to his companion who was pulling the warblade out of a succubus' skull:

   "Yeah, I feel it."

   The female demon hunter kicked the succubus who had been hacked to death with some disgust. She complained:

   "It's so weak, it's a little awkward to chop."

   "Behind! There's a weird guy in the back!"

   Just as they were communicating in a low voice, a demon hunter in red clothes and red armor with a red moon blade spread out his wings and fell from the sky, shouting to the people around him:

   "Just on the retreat route of the demons! A group of weird orcs appeared, and they plan to launch a counter-charge! Those lunatics, they don't plan to let any demon go."

"Um?"

Black, who was chasing a high-level demon, heard this reminder, he immediately understood, gave up his goal, let the black and white swords continue to chase, and rushed towards Rexxar who was leading the herd to drive away the demon. .

   "Don't kill, your clansmen are ahead."

  The pirates landed on the side of Rexxar who had red eyes, obviously activating the beastly nature, and did not get too close, lest the beastman who was dominated by the beastly nature turn back and give himself an axe.

   No one knows better than him how violent a hunter will be under the blessing of this animal nature.

   If he were a woman maybe he would dare to try.

   But Rexxar's manipulation of animal nature is obviously stronger than that of Black,

  In the case of animal dominance, although this guy's whole body burst out with a ferocious aura like a mad beast, his sanity still remains at the lowest level of sobriety.

   Hearing the pirate's words, Rexxar shook his head, sobered himself up a bit, and roared at Misha again, letting him continue to fight as the leader of the herd instead of him.

   Good guy!

   This scene made Blake's eyes widen. Are you really incarnated as a beast and can't even speak? Have you and your own wild ** flow started to use roar?

   Is this the talent of the Beast Whisperer?

   Really can't learn.

   It turned out that Rexxar could still speak, and he raised the bloodstained battle axe and said to Black:

   "Follow me, don't let other people get close to the Mok'Natha hunters who are ready to hunt and charge. If we have the blood of ogres, we don't care who you are."

   "Come up, how long have you been running like this?"

Black dragged Rexxar over and whistled again. The sky, who was enjoying the simple joy of breathing fire and burning the demons, flew over, carrying two hunters into the sky, nimbly avoiding the demon's anti-aircraft guns. Attacked, and flew down toward the canyon behind the Demon Casting Camp.

   Soon, Black and Rexxar behind the phoenix saw a steady stream of beasts rushing out of the canyon, as well as the Mok'Nasa hunters who were driving their furious charge.

   Each of these guys, like Rexxar, has a physique that ordinary orcs can't match.

   Probably because of the blood of the ogre, these guys are unusually burly and tall.

   But instead of wearing wolfskin helmets like Rexxar, they wore feral battle helmets embellished with bones and the skulls of their prey, each with a big axe or a war spear, rushing towards the commander of the pack.

   There are also female warriors covered in oil paint standing wildly behind the dire wolf or thunder elephant, waving their hunting sticks and roaring like beasts.

   They also have "Air Force"!

  A dozen black wyverns filled with wild hunters flew low over the heads of the scattered demons.

   Protected by the Wyvern's flaming breath, these savage creatures smashed into the demons like airborne soldiers to start a slaughter.

  Although the demons in the demon casting camp are fleeing, the demons still have a numerical advantage.

  The number of these sturdy men is less than one-tenth of other people's, and they dare to start the counter-charge in the hunting mode so boldly, which is enough to prove the bravery, brutality and strength of the Mok'Natha clan.

   And Blake watched the wild charge of the men and women below, and he quickly felt that something was wrong.

   He said to Rexxar beside him in a strange tone:

   "Tell me honestly, are you Mok'nasa born with the heart of beasts? The rush of beasts, the supreme hunting secret of the beast king, is known to everyone here, right?"

   "Well, not everyone."

  Rexxar said to Blake with a tone of pride and sadness:

   "Under normal circumstances, there are always four or five in a batch of newborns who can't learn this skill, but most Mok'nasa can control the herd as adults.

   Just because you're a hybrid doesn't mean you're a Mok'Nathar.

   This is our proverb.

   Others think this is Mok'Nathar arrogance, but we're just telling the truth, because every true Mok'Nathar is born with an unyielding beast heart.

   But I, I am no longer part of this wild clan by nature. "

   (end of this chapter)