Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1267 17. The Last Fight of the Dread Lord

  Blackburn thought that if the Mok'Nathal clan's affairs developed to the end, he had to fight fiercely with the legendary old beastmaster of Draenor.

   He was even prepared for this.

   But the development of things was somewhat unexpected, and the mighty Leorox actually died long ago.

   Counting the time, when he and Rexxar were still fighting the Qiraji in Silithus, the old orc had already sacrificed his life for the land he loved so much.

   However, the land of Gorgrond is still a bit conscientious. After the old orcs led their clansmen to fight against the demons, they "pulled" the group of super hunters born in Gorgrond again.

   As it turns out, the magical Everbloom Glade in Black's memory is worthy of being one of the most mysterious places in Draenor.

   Even nearly sixteen years after the forest spirits guarding this place were slaughtered, the forest that never dies still maintains a strong and strange vitality.

   "That place is like a 'seed'. It's so hidden, I didn't find such a magical place last time I was in Draenor."

   Under the darkness of Gorgrond, the pirate rode behind his phoenix and flew at high speed towards the land occupied by the demons.

   He had just finished "touring" the Everbloom Woods under the leadership of Leorox, and Xalatas, who had also opened his eyes, was chattering in Blake's ear about what had just happened.

  Dark Essence can be regarded as an eye-opener, she saw with her own eyes those hunters who were still commanded by the old Beastmaster.

   One of them has an abnormally strong vitality, and is deeply bound to the earth of Gorgrond. When they are active here, they are almost "immortal", and the closer they are to the Everbloom Woods, the stronger they are.

   And the price of getting this kind of power is that if you leave Gorgrond one step, you will be killed on the spot.

  The Draenor version of the Earthbound Spirit belongs to yes.

   "That's not a seed, your metaphor is very inappropriate."

  Blake patted the burning neck of the sky to correct its flight path, and explained to Xalatas:

   "That's the 'remains', the remains of the 'life force' possessed by the world of Draenor since its birth!

  All worlds in the stars are born from the collision of elemental forces, but after the world is shaped, those magical places will always be blessed by the six forces.

   If Azeroth was shaped by the Pantheon, then Draenor is a world blessed by the life force.

It should have been completely 'activated' at the very beginning of the world due to the extreme growth and ferocity of its life force, and the whole world would be transformed into a planet-sized 'plant life' due to the blessing of the life force, and it would have been completely 'activated' by the extremely violent life force. After draining every inch of the earth's nutrients, it withered and died for a long time.

  The corpse will also become a 'spectacle' among the stars.

   However, the boring passing of the guardian Aggramar and the act of throwing a 'stone' at random completely changed the fate of this world. "

   Having said that, the smelly pirate touched his chin and said in a strange tone:

   "Considering what Lord Aggramar has done to this world and its subsequent influence, the green-skinned orcs should theoretically be part of the 'Titan Creation' sequence.

   Just like humans.

   And in terms of power degradation, the greenskins are more degraded than humans.

   Although they have not experienced the curse of flesh and blood, they are the 'downgrades' after the collision and fusion of the power of the Titans and the force of life, which can also explain why the orcs give birth to so many excellent warriors and hunters.

  The mystery of the source of their vitality is extremely powerful.

And the Yongmao Woodland is just the last 'wreck' of the vigorous life force that the world had at the beginning of its birth. It has lost all its magic, and its power is still less than 1/10,000 of its heyday. The area of ​​influence has also shrunk from the entire world to the Gorgrond Wilds, and then from the entire wilderness to a small patch of woodland.

   is like the corpse of a giant, decaying flesh and blood, weathering and losing bones, and finally only a little remnant remains, which means that it once existed.

   But as you can see, even with such a little remnant, it can still protect a group of dead people and continue to fight as the living for a long time.

   Draenor, it's also a very magical world. "

  Xalatas was silent for a moment, accepting this explanation, she asked again:

   "Well, according to what you said, little master, then this orc world was actually connected with the Pantheon at the very beginning of its birth, and Azeroth is one of the few worlds among the stars that is concerned by the Pantheon.

   The draenei world of Argus is now guarded by the fallen titan Aggramar.

   This rounding up, the three worlds of Azeroth, Draenor and Argus have long been connected in some way. Although they are different from each other, they are like brothers who have never been masked.

   Each is connected to each other under the impetus of fate, just like fate, right? "

   "Well, your generalization is quite accurate."

  Black looked at the demon fortress that was getting closer and closer, nodded and said:

   "The fate of the three worlds will eventually become entangled, which is inevitable, and it is also the development I hope to see. However, the current problem is to solve the fel pollution of Gorgrond.

  This is very important. Once the demons have completely eroded the wilderness under their feet, the last vitality of the Everbloom Woods will also disintegrate and dissipate.

   And it's connected to the Heart of the World on Draenor.

  Once it's over, the last breath this dying world is trying to keep is over, and it's not far from its final disintegration.

   Besides, how generous is Leorox?

We will use an artifact like the Heart of Magron as a quest reward. That thing is a legendary item. At that time, we will bring back a dozen young gorons from the Everbloom Woods as a 'gift' for Dean Lanyue to see. .

   She will be very happy.

  Well, this distance is enough, let's go down. "

   Following the pirate's casual words, he patted the head of the sky with beautiful feathers, opened his arms and fell from the sky in a leap of faith, hiding in the shadows in mid-air.

   And the sky, who had been working with Black for a long time, also turned its direction, reduced its body, and flew into the sky and returned to the direction of the Everblooming Woods.

  The smelly pirates came out tonight to "investigate".

   But he doesn't need to travel all over this demonic hill and castle in person. He has his own "reconnaissance method", which is to call the boss of the local demons and directly ask them about their deployment.

  The pirates believe that the local demon chief must be a **** with general knowledge, and all his reasonable and unreasonable demands can be absolutely satisfied.

   And it turns out that the pirates' confidence was absolutely right.

He unfolded Maiev's moonlight cloak behind him in the mid-air fall, just like opening a dragon's wings to slow down and glide in the air, and finally hovered and landed in a remote place, then raised his finger and flicked on the delicate red blood stone seal on his hand. A few times, he took out his pipe and wine leisurely, sat on the edge of the cliff and watched the night "scenery" of this polluted place.

   Ten minutes later, a twisted figure flew out from the dark sky of the demon fortress, as if following a special smell and trace, and finally landed precisely on the edge of the hillside of the demon's territory.

   It fell to the ground like a gloomy bat, and after unfolding the fel energy and shadow that covered its body, it revealed a gloomy posture that a dreadlord should have.

  Curved devil horns, smooth bald head, corrupt and eerily beautiful breastplate, claws dotted with shadow gems, and a team of dark green bat wings.

   This guy's wings are bigger and more ferocious than other dreadlords, and there are no holes or other embellishments, which seems to represent its unique position in the Nathrezim group.

   "Are you here?"

Black, who was sitting on the edge of the cliff with his back facing the Dread King who commanded the local demons, breathed out a smoke ring without turning his head. He asked in a friendly tone like a demon king:

   "Is my inner demon Mephistos doing well after returning to the Twisting Nether? Although it was only a short time apart, I have already started to miss its wings.

  Can you ask for me, can this 'wanderer' who is away from home come back to see me when he has time? I'll prepare a delicious meal for it and I won't abuse it again, I promise! "

"The former third lord has been expelled from the Council of Dread. The shameless and shameless fellow returned to the Twisting Nether and wanted to continue to be a blessing, but its shameful experience of being captured by a mortal has been captured by every Nathrezim. Know and laugh.

   It doesn't know that it is hiding in that horn and waiting for this shameful thing to pass.

   But from what I know about my nasty compatriots, they won't stop talking about this kind of fun for a thousand years. "

  Varimathras sneered a few times, and answered the pirate's question in a sinister and vigilant tone.

  Blake nodded, turned his head to look at it, stroked the seal carefully wiped on his fingers, and said:

   "Why are you so far away from me? Come closer and talk, you see, we are all loyal servants who serve the emperor. Why do we have such a relationship with each other?"

   "I think the lessons of poor Kathanatiel and disgraceful Mephistos are enough for all the wisest Nathrezim to learn to stay away from you, a dangerous fellow.

There are rumors in the Council of Dread that you perverted pirate warlock 'loves' us dreadlords among all the demons, and you drive us to 'serve' your 'serving' by evil means, and you want to turn us into loyal dogs driven by you . "

  Varimathras shook his head, the powerful but very cautious Dread Demon Lord, with his claws interlaced, refused to approach Black, who was covered in poison, and emphasized:

   "In advance, I'm not afraid! I just think that although everyone serves the cause of the emperor, we are not a faction after all, so it's better not to get too close.

   Say something, Lord Black.

   The agreement you made with us has not yet been handed over. I think your presence in Draenor at this time does not seem to conform to the 'competition agreement' between us. "

"I have given you so long, I will not interfere in your actions, I will let you radiate your evil wisdom to find a master for the magic blade favored by the emperor, so as to set off a frenzy of death and war in this world. .

   It's been enough time for me to complete two or three brilliant malicious plans.

   And Nathrez, who is famous for his evil schemes in the Burning Legion, didn't even complete a plan that had been made a long time ago. This efficiency really made me, who is also a conspirator, feel despair. "

  Black scoffed at the hostility of the Dread Lord, he stretched his voice and said with a sneer:

   "Nasrezim is nothing more than that. You pretended to be me and launched an assassination attempt on the Prophet Velen before. What are you trying to do? You know that you can't fulfill the instructions of the emperor, so you don't plan to let me serve the emperor?

  I warn you! Dreadlords.

  The patience of the Great Emperor is limited, and so is my patience. You don’t have to stress to me how difficult this life is. If it were simple, it wouldn’t be your turn. "

  The pirate stood up, took a sip of wine, and said to Varimathras, who had a gloomy face behind him:

   "It is the kindness of the Great Emperor that can endure the poor efficiency of your trash subordinates. If this was under my command, such an incompetent trash would have been dragged to the keel by the mast long ago.

   Go back and tell your leader, just say what I said!

  I'll give you another half a month at most. If you still can't turn Velen into Frostmourne's sword-bearer, then you should stay where you are, and step back to watch my performance.

understand? "

   "Don't pretend to be innocent, Blake Shaw! Who doesn't know what you are? Everyone is not a good person, so don't pretend to be so hypocritical to make people sick!"

  Varimathras heard such rude words, it was impossible for the Dread Lord to accept it calmly, he grinned and said:

   "You still have the face to accuse us of using means to restrain your actions, but I want to ask you, how did Garona and Khadgar come to Draenor?

asshole!

   Our last act of planting suspicion for Velen was only one step away from success, and it was abruptly stopped by those two **** at the last moment, which led to failure.

  Don't tell me this has nothing to do with you! We are not here to provoke a conflict between you and the draenei, my pirate lord.

   We are just retaliation!

You **** cunning thing, don't think that with the favor of the emperor, you can ride on our Nathrezims and act recklessly. We are the loyal servants created by the emperor himself, and you are only one of his infinitely great plans. A dispensable chess piece!

   Know who you are! "

   The Dread Demon King sneered, holding his claws, and said in a disdainful tone:

"In the swear words you pirates are familiar with, you stinking Azeroth, begging us for food from our Revenders? Watch your attitude, Black, you will always die, and when you are dead, you will die. It's up to us.

  Young man, I, the tens of thousands of years old devil, advise you not to be too arrogant! "

   "Aren't you angry and called a young man? And what you said is full of grooves."

  Black raised his brows and stood up, this action made Varimathras take a step back vigilantly.

   In fact, if possible, the dreadlord known for his cunning would not want to cause himself a troublesome enemy, especially a guy with a bad track record like Black.

   But as Varimathras, who was handed over to Black at this time, must make an attitude, otherwise it will be difficult for him to explain in his own camp.

   "Look at how timid you are, what a shame for the Great Emperor and Lord Sargeras!"

  The pirate was amused by the vigilance of the dreadlord, he hugged his stomach and laughed several times, then waved his hand and said to the dreadlord in front of him:

   "Xingxingxing, this is your territory, I will abide by your rules, I will absolutely not interfere with any of your actions for the next half month, and I will sit and watch your performances corrupt Velen to become the Lich King.

  I can even take the initiative to help you create opportunities to watch your performances up close.

   But when the time comes, don't blame me for not giving you face. "

   "That's it!"

  Varimathras nodded and said in a cold and serious tone:

   "The Queen of the Dread Lord, Kintesha, has come to Draenor to supervise the battle in person. This time it's safe to do so, just wait and accept the bitter fruit of failure."

   "I'm looking forward to it."

  The pirate laughed, flicked his fingers again, and said:

   "The business is over, let's talk a little bit more leisurely, I want to kill the demon leader of Gorgrond, do you understand what I mean?"

   "Understood, too much."

  The Dreadlord threw a fel crystal at random and said:

   "All the information and weaknesses of the King of the Abyss, Aguna, are in it, as are the local defenses and plans of the Burning Legion. When that time comes, remember to find a few who can play to cooperate with my 'defeat'.

   We would love to see you defeat the demons of this land, thus making Kil'jaeden even more angry and waging greater wars in this world, which will delight the Eternal King.

   As you can see, apart from the Frostmourne thing, we can work well together, Mr. Black. "

  The Dread King politely made a goodbye gesture and said meaningfully:

   "Everyone is the loyal servant of the emperor. I wish you a great victory in advance."

   (end of this chapter)