Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1272 22. Fan behavior please don't rise to idol

   "That's right, although the concentration of magic power in your body is very poor, you are very good at manipulating magic power. It seems that you have practiced intentionally this week.

   Not bad, keep it up. "

Black, wearing the robe of the Corruptor, leisurely took his two swords and slid and bent in the propped up demon dispelling barrier, like an old man walking around, with his hands behind his back, occasionally commenting on the surrounding stations. The magic manipulation skills of the warlock apprentices who continuously inject magic into the magic circle at the casting node.

   If you don’t consider the fierce demons charging all over the mountains and fields around the big barrier surrounding the hillside, this scene is very similar to the gentle and peaceful teaching communication between the teacher and the students.

   But in fact, tens of thousands of ferocious monsters of various colors are roaring around the current dispelling circle lying between the demon mine and the demon fortress.

   This exaggerated scene made the apprentices in the barrier tremble.

   No matter how talented they are, they are just a group of little warlocks who only took a one-week course. Where have you seen such a big scene?

   Take a look at the scenes of the mad army of demons that swept through everything. Is this really where these little warlocks should come?

   Everyone had this suspicion.

The pressure of    and death forced the little warlocks to squeeze the magic power in their bodies into the magic circle under their feet to maintain the operation of this enchantment.

   But it turns out that the Warlock School still has two brushes.

   The magic circle they designed is like an oversized water pump, constantly absorbing the fel energy in the earth, so that the concentration of fel energy in the enchantment rises rapidly, and at the same time, it creates a weak area of ​​fel energy in a large surrounding area.

The largest number of low-level demons such as Demon Hounds and Imps will feel painful to enter, which forces them to avoid this area, coupled with the air blockade with the flaming phoenix overhead, the number of demons in this large area is higher than other places. Much rarer.

   This visible effect gave the apprentices the confidence to persevere. They divided six groups of people to recharge the magic circle. The apprentices who were replaced were very tired, as if their bodies were drained.

   But they must begin to restore their magic immediately, and must overcome the pain of exhaustion.

  No one knows when the demon hunters in charge of the main attack will end the battle. If they drag on for too long, the little warlocks may not be able to hold on.

   And the way the warlock restores magic power is quite wild compared to the traditional meditation of the caster. After the apprentices discussed it, they planned to release the demon dispelling effect in one direction.

  Let the little devil and the demon hound rush in part, and then they are imprisoned in place with confinement magic.

   Immediately after, a group of tired little warlocks rushed up and began to use the magic power extraction technique to extract the magic power with fel energy from these low-level demons.

   Fel energy will have a certain effect on their body and mind, but this is something that will be done sooner or later as a warlock.

   In Blake's rather gratifying gaze, the little warlocks successfully chose the correct method to "replenish the demon" under the pressure of death and save themselves by the way.

   This proves that the theoretical knowledge they have learned this week is very solid.

  Although there are a few unlucky ones who can pump too much evil, and there have been signs of insane twitching in place, but for warlocks, this is also a risk that must be taken to gain power.

   "Evil Eye Class, Zalak Class and Kanresa Durban, all add 10 points!"

  While the demon dispelling ceremony continued to run, the stinky pirates happily announced:

   "The mentors are not lazy, and you are learning fast. I am starting to like you, rookies. Would you like to challenge your own limits? Let's put a team of demon guards in and let you practice your skills?"

   He pointed in one direction and shouted to the apprentices:

   "Look, there are a few elite vanguards among the demon guards over there, these are the 'rare characters' that you can hardly summon with soul stones in the laboratory.

   Their talents and growth are stronger than ordinary demon guards, so they are SRs anyway, and these guys are limited characters in the 'Golgrond Demon Mine Card Pool', which can't be found anywhere else.

  As warlocks, aren't you excited? "

   "But we haven't learned the spell of the contracted demon guards."

   A female orc warlock who served as the temporary squad leader was a little moved, and then said something helplessly.

  Blake pouted and scolded:

   "As a warlock, is it not a good character to be eager to learn taboo knowledge? You are all waiting for the teacher to teach, when will you be able to graduate?

   Are so many libraries in the academy just a decoration?

   As spellcasters, you are really tired!

come on.

   Let's make an exchange. "

   His Excellency the Great Warlock sneered and said to the apprentices nearby:

   "As long as you have the courage to step out of the dispelling ceremony and defeat a demon guard, I will teach you the spells to contract them on the spot, and I happen to have enough materials for the ceremony here.

   Now see if you have the guts, rookies.

   You must know that the demons who step into the range of the dispelling ceremony will be weakened. If you are united and brave, it is not impossible to defeat the demon guards. "

  Black flicked his fingers and said to a group of apprentices:

   "Hey, I said the conditions, now it's up to you."

   In the face of the promise given by the dean, a group of warlock apprentices look at me, I look at you, and finally a few orc warlocks bravely grabbed the staff and touched the edge of the dispelling ceremony.

   This scene made Black nodded slightly.

  As a warlock, you must understand this truth when seeking wealth and wealth.

   Of course, if these guys fail unfortunately, he can also tell others that as a warlock, he must learn to judge the situation and not rashly pursue the power that he cannot control.

   Anyway, no matter whether they succeed or fail, Black can speak the truth, and the other apprentices can also learn the truth.

   This wave is called win-win.

   When the warlock apprentices began to take risks under the bewitchment of the lunatic dean, the pirates looked back at the burning demon fortress behind.

A huge amount of fel fire burned on the blasted dome at the top of the fortress, and the roar of the abyss lord could be heard. The blind men have already started the planned "saturation assassination", and they don't know how long it will take them. To kill the king of the abyss.

   Black rubbed his chin. He had no doubts about the success of the Demon Hunter's assassination. He was now thinking about something else.

   On Rexxar's side, the battle that belongs to him should also begin, right?

   The duel between a guilty idol and a fan who has gone the wrong way is interesting to think about. Oops, it's all these rookie apprentices who need his care, so he can't come to the scene to eat melons and watch the show in person, it's a pity

   "Dean! We did it!"

   Just when Black felt sad for not being able to read the gossip, several orc warlocks who ran out before happily ran back with the head of a demon guard killed by a sneak attack.

   They were slightly injured, but they all looked happy, with the triumph of victory.

  The pirate frowned and looked at the smashed demon head, thinking that such a good collection was ruined by this group of chickens, what a waste.

   Shouldn’t the first trophy of life be handled properly, and a beautiful skull should be placed on the bedside as a souvenir?

   But he still fulfilled his promise and taught these guys the spells of the contracted demon guards, and this scene also gave other warlock apprentices courage and inspiration.

   After they kept the enchantment running in shifts, they also started to attack the demon guards in groups to exchange for knowledge.

   This scene made the smelly pirate even more gratified.

   This kind of vigor, the scene of all things happening is right in front of you! The enthusiasm of the apprentices was completely mobilized, and the desire and greed in their hearts had overwhelmed the fear of death.

   This is the style of the school of Warlocks of Nar'Thalas that Black wanted to see.

   Well, he was too happy, full of a sense of accomplishment that was completely different from plundering. This is probably the joy of educators after seeing their disciples become talents.

   Well, of course, it would have been better if these guys could complete the challenge without getting hurt.

   Alas, you can get injured by beating a weakened Demon Guard, so these guys have to keep practicing.

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   In the demon fortress where King Aguna of the Abyss is located, fierce battles are going on on the upper floors, and fierce battles are also going on in the lower halls.

  The hunters of the Mok'Nathal clan roared and drove the beasts to attack the traitors, and the orcs who took refuge in the demons also called for the demon hounds to fight back.

   But they were beaten and lost.

  Because there are several legendary beast lords on Mok'Nathal's side.

  Misha in War Bear armor took the lead, smashing the heads of those Demon Hounds with a slap, Hoffer the porcupine king charging, and Spire the falcon catching his eyes everywhere.

  Ayamis, the lord of the flying insects, led the swarms of insects to fly across the battlefield, and every time he could make a brutal slaughter.

In addition to these guys, there are ghost wolf frost claw and ghost bear big horn who came to help (watch) (play), they are all wearing heroic armor tailored for them by the stinky master Black, going back and forth in the dark battlefield , to kill the demons to pieces.

   In the center of this chaotic battle, in the circle deliberately left by everyone, is the decisive battle place of the two Mok'Nathal Beastmasters, who belonged to the same clan and were called brothers to each other.

"boom"

  The swirling battle axe was made of Goron bone in the air, and then swept away by the fel-enhanced war spear.

The collision of the weapon caused dazzling sparks in the air, and the tomahawk that was lifted spun back to the user's hand, turned around and swung it, and slashed down with a heavy slaughtering slash, and the opponent retreated. Three steps.

   Wearing a black bat suit, Rexxar was expressionless. He held the rune axe and attacked and swept forward like a silent lion. The beastmaster Magda, who was wearing demon armor, was overwhelmed.

The latter is bigger than Rexxar, and he was strengthened by the abyss King Agona himself with fel energy, making his eyes glow green, and the muscles of his arms have demonic runes floating on them. With chaotic damage.

   But this alone is not enough for him to challenge Rexxar, the warrior who traverses Azeroth. The strength and skills of the two are completely different.

   As soon as the battle began, Magda was directly suppressed by Rexxar.

   This may not only be because Rexxar is skilled and experienced in battle, but also because Magda felt a sense of shame when she saw Rexxar appear.

   He was not afraid of Leorox.

   But he couldn't keep his cool in front of the man in front of him.

   "You shouldn't come back!"

   Magda breathlessly summoned his legendary war beast. The dire wolves, thunder elephants and bipedal dragons, which were enhanced by fel energy, rushed into the battlefield screaming, and were quickly beaten back by Rexxar's war beasts.

   Not only the beastmasters are fighting, but their beasts are also fighting each other.

   "You should stay in your wonderful world and forget about this doomed hometown, Rexxar! Just like you left us and left, you are such a ruthless person.

   Now running back and trying to be a hero? "

   Fel Beastmaster roared forward and attacked, and sarcastically said:

   "After I learned from you and betrayed the clan, are you a warrior going to kill me to complete your inheritance of the clan? What a disgusting guy."

"boom"

   The weapons of the two collided again, and the turbulent power blew up the dark cloak behind Rexxar. Under the wolf's helmet, there was no emotion in the brown eyes of the big orc.

   he whispered:

   "I never thought that, Magda, in my eyes you are still the kid who followed me and learned to hunt from me, and you are still the brother I consider myself to be.

   This will not change just because you are ugly now.

  You know for yourself that you are going the wrong way.

   During the period of time you took refuge in the devil, you have never hurt a clan, which proves that you still have a little conscience. Drop the weapons and we can talk. "

   "Who wants to talk to you!"

  Rexxar's persuasion to surrender instantly angered the Fel Beastmaster. The latter's eyes seemed to burst into flames. He roared and exploded his evil energy, and swung his halberd to repel Rexxar.

   he roared:

   "Because if you were still alive, if you were still around when we were surrounded by demons and slaughtered, how could we have been reduced to being a dog for demons to survive?

  Leorox is dead!

   I saw him being torn apart by demons and then reborn in that **** woodland, and he tried to turn his people into ghosts like him!

   You father and son are the same thing!

   I won't be deceived by you again"

   "When they said that when you left with your clan, what they said was to follow me. You hope to sacrifice yourself to find a place to live for the clan. I don't know if you were lying at the time."

   In the fierce battle, Rexxar shook his head with ease, and said:

   "But there are other paths you can take apart from taking refuge in the demons, and Draenor may be hopeless, but there is a new world that can accommodate us.

   That's what I'm here for, stop it, Magda!

   There's a horrible man waiting outside, and if you don't want to talk to me, you'll just be one of his horrible collections. "

   What responded to Rexxar was a flying flaming halberd, hitting Rexxar's feet.

  The masonry splashed around, and Magra pulled the chain of the spear and jumped over. He stabbed Rexxar's head with the sharp blade in his hand, and was blocked by the latter with a dexterous monkey counterattack.

It's hard to use weapons in this close-range fight, so the two burly guys slammed their fists into a ball. Compared with Rexxar's ease, the younger Magda in front of him was more like using his anger to fight. Fist.

   Soon, he was knocked to the ground by Rexxar. In the swing of the cape of the bat suit, Rexxar held down his struggling brother. He stared at those burning eyes and said:

   "Enough! Take it easy! Mok'Nathar can't fight infighting anymore, that's all we have left, if your beast heart is still beating

  Come on! "

   "Why did you come to save me?"

  The pinned Magda seemed to give up her resistance, and he said in a low tone:

   "Why do you keep me alive after my heinous betrayal?"

   "Because you are a lot like me."

  Rexxar was very frank at this moment, he whispered:

   "We're alike in every way, from talent to will, from struggle to action, we've all done something wrong."

   "Then why did you abandon me in the first place?"

  Magda asked in a roaring tone:

   "Why did you have to leave me when I was going with you? You know, I have been loyal to you for a long time, and there is no one better suited to lead us than you!"

   "Because you're too much like me."

   Orc Batman sighed and said:

   "My immaturity has made me lose my LS and my soul mate. If you leave with me, you may become a butcher like the warriors of the old tribe when you are younger and more impulsive.

   I chose to join them, not because I liked them.

   I left you, not because I don't care about you.

   You have been learning from me, but look at the results of your learning. We've all made mistakes, Magda, my brother, and we'll set out again to rebuild the herd of Mok'Nathal.

   And I need your help. "

  Rexxar stood up, he let go of Magda and reached out to him:

   "Come on, I won't leave you this time."

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