Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1273 23. Congratulations to everyone who passed the weekly exam, but don't relax, start preparing for the monthly exam

"boom"

The flying axe engraved with the hunting rune spun and flew, but when it was about to hit the target, it lost its direction, like a ghost that hit a shadow, fluttering through the changing shape in the air, and finally cut in. in solid walls.

But Rexxar, who missed the hand, didn't hesitate. He pulled out Mok'nasa behind his back and threw the spear forward. The spear squeaked sharply the moment he left his hand, and Yu reappeared. A deadly stream of light bloomed in front of the Dreadlord.

   "Crash"

   In the sound of many flapping wings, Varimathras dissipated as a bat flying in the sky, and avoided the second fatal blow.

   "Not bad, Orc."

   The yin and yang voice of the Dreadlord resounded in the shadows behind Rexxar. The guy folded his wings and stared at Rexxar who drew his battle axe from the wall with a cold look.

He says:

   "You really are a dangerous guy, I almost got hurt. You seem to be in a good mood, I can hear your heart singing, is it because you just found your long lost brother?

   The Beastmaster Magda, who betrayed his clan and joined us, and now chooses to betray his legion and allegiance to you, is that **** making you happy because of his surrender?

  Do you want me to send his head back so you can have fun? "

"You can try."

  Rexxar, who was wearing a cool black bat suit, twitched his shoulders.

   He looked around at the Mok'Nathal hunters who, with the support of the insect swarm, had swept away the demon's defense line, and Magda's performance was very dazzling.

Returning to Rexxar, the Fel Beastmaster uses his demon-given power to slaughter demons. He is like the most powerful slaughter warlord under the new chieftain of Mok'Natha, and no demon can stop his violent slash. cut.

   "Are you going to stay here?"

   Rexxar whispered:

   "If you keep fighting, I won't be able to hold back. If you accidentally kill you, it will be difficult for Blake to explain."

   "Hey, it seems that you not only learned hunting skills in Azeroth, but also your ability to talk big."

  Varimathras sneered a few times.

  This Dread Demon King swept away the scene where the soldiers were defeated like a mountain. The elite demons stationed in this fortress had strong fighting power. Even if the command of the defense line was extremely confusing because of its temporary mobilization, there was no reason to be harassed by a group of orcs like this.

   The main reason why the demons lost their fighting spirit should be that they sensed the weakness of the abyss king, Agona, as their commander.

  After Varimathras sold the stupid Pit King to Black, the countdown to its death was already, and now, a conspiracy of perfect collusion between inside and outside is finally coming to an end.

   This made Varimathras somewhat unhappy.

When    promised Black to cooperate with him to kill Argona, the Dreadlord thought about digging holes for both sides at the same time, and he also hoped that Argona would give him a little more power, and killing or wounding Black would make that guy's arrogance a little less.

   After all, Aguna is also a powerful demon lord, and he has the possibility to win.

   But now that Black has not come forward, the king of the abyss will be killed by a group of demon hunters under the condition of being suppressed and weakened.

   This is really disappointing.

   Sure enough, Emperor Denathius didn't do anything to favor the stinky pirates from Azeroth, this guy does have arrogance.

   But Varimathras is not a loss.

While the loss of Gorgrond's good fortune would have made him humiliated in the Burning Legion, and possibly punished by the deceiver, this defeat only made the war on Draenor more intense, like adding fuel to the fire. Let the Legion put more power here, and create more deaths.

   Its real owner, Emperor Denasius, will definitely reward it generously for this!

   Hehe, double agent is really cool to do this job.

   The sense of achievement is overwhelming.

   "Treasure your life, Rexxar Remar."

  Varimathras arrogantly retreated into the converging shadows behind him in a posture that was not embarrassed by any loser, and cut his throat maliciously to Rexxar, saying:

   "Don't forget to thank Blake Shaw's 'ender', you are alive today because of him, continue to be loyal to him, and continue to be loyal to our cause.

   Hehe, now that you have participated in this great plan, you are considered to be your own. "

"what!"

  While the Dread Demon King left with his loyal servants, on the fel energy platform at the highest point of the Demon Fortress, the King of the Abyss, Agona, swallowed his last breath in pain.

   Its unwilling wailing spread throughout the entire battlefield under the gloomy gaze of death, making the demons still fighting in the fort panic, and also making the demons in the outer demon pits who were still trying to support instantly lose their motivation to fight.

   They started fighting each other.

   Some people with good brains have already started to "reverse charge" to escape.

   As for those commanders, they began to retreat into the Twisting Nether under the orders of Varimathras.

   Of course, it will only take away the demons who obey it. Those loyal servants of the abyss lords will continue to stay here and dedicate themselves to the glory of the Legion.

   Anyway, the demon hunters will never dislike the many local demons, they only hope that the more demon commanders who are trapped in the beasts, the better.

   "How did you let it run?"

When Rexxar returned to the position empty-handed, he was resting on the corpse of a doomsday guard that had been hacked to death. By the way, Beastmaster Magda, who had bandaged his broken arm, raised his head, and the young face that was corroded by fel energy showed. sarcastic smile.

   He said to Rexxar defiantly:

   "The famous warrior hunter in Azeroth, can't even kill a dreadlord? We have an incompetent leader like you, and there is no cure for Mok'Nathal's decline."

   "Maybe it's because I'm too tired."

  Rexxar shrugged, a helpless smile appeared under the wolf's helmet, and he said:

"After all I just had a fight with the best hunter in Draenor, and that **** tried so hard to kill me, I had a hard time beating him, too much power wasted, that's why this defeat came hunting."

   "Just pretend!"

  Magda snorted unhappily and said:

   "You obviously suppress me very easily. You didn't even use the power of the beast, and you didn't use it when you hunted down the dreadlord just now."

  The Fel Beastmaster looked left and right, lowered his voice and said:

   "You let it run on purpose, is this your plan? Just like when we do traditional hunting, we first release a meat bait to attract more worthy prey?"

"You think too much."

  Rexxar shook his head and said seriously:

   "It's just a miss, and there is no reason to associate it.

  You better take care of yourself. When the druids of Azeroth come to Gorgrond, I will ask them to help you wash away the fel energy from your body.

   This is not a good thing, it will corrupt you. "

"Do not!"

   Magda shook his head. He glanced at the corpses of demons lying all around him, and then buckled his hideous magic steel helmet on his head, revealing only a pair of burning eyes.

   He said in a loud voice:

   "I want to keep the power of this filthy curse, and I want it to remind me of the price of wrongdoing by the pain it brings to me as it corrodes my body.

  I also need this power, only in this way can I better help you rule your herd.

   I will study like your mighty blind friends. "

  Magda pointed to the top of his head and said:

   "If they can convert the power of the demons into their own, then so can I. Stop talking about this, Chief, it's time for you to bring your clan to celebrate your victory.

   Those clansmen who have received the infusion of demons will be led by me. If they can't resist the temptation in their hearts and want to rebel again, I will help you.

   You don't need blood on your hands.

  You only need to fulfill your oath and duty, and rise with Mok'Natha, that's what only you can do. "

"Um."

  Rexxar nodded and said to Magda:

   "But before celebrating the victory, there is still something to do, you come with me, I will take you to meet someone. Calm down your temper and don't provoke him.

this point is very important. "

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   On the other side, on the hillside outside the Demon Fortress, Blake looked at the tide of demons that were rapidly chaotic around him.

   Aggonar is dead, the demons have lost their aim, and they start fighting each other.

There are also a lot fewer **** who actively attack the demon dispelling magic circle, which makes the pressure of the apprentices of the Warlock School lessened in vain. They no longer have to drive the enchantment desperately to resist the demons. Some daring guys also formed a team and went to Spy on the retreating demons and scour them for some rare "breeds" along the way.

  Rare and potential demons are very important combat resources for warlocks.

  Especially for warlocks who want to walk the "Demon Tyrant", a branch profession that commands the army of demons to fight, focusing on cultivating their own powerful demons is their basic skill.

  Compared to relying on the Soul Stone to summon in the laboratory to "touch the prize", it is obviously more cost-effective to choose a good demon to contract with such a huge tide of demons in front of you.

   And the School of Warlocks of Nar'Thalas has such a tradition!

  The contracts with their deans and mentors are very elite demons, which makes the apprentices they teach very eager for excellent demon servants.

   Of course this is also very dangerous.

  The demons are retreating, but not fleeing.

   They still maintain the basic army and retreat to the Fel Energy Portal that has been opened. The warlocks can only search on the edge of the flank, and they can't get too far from the dispelling ceremony.

   If it was too blatant to attract the attention of the demon commander, it only took a few demon guards to encircle and charge, and it was enough to take away the lives of this group of weak apprentices.

   But still the same sentence, in the profession of being a warlock, it is necessary to seek wealth and risk.

   "The apprentices performed well this time. Although there was some panic and timidity in the process, the result was good, a little better than I thought."

   On the hillside where the dispersal ceremony was taking place, Black was smoking a pipe, and he stretched his voice and said to the trio of warlocks who came back from the Demon Fortress:

   "I originally estimated that at least a few people would be injured or killed in such a big operation, but it turns out that you taught them well.

   Except for a few **** who sucked too much fel energy and caused confusion, the others were just exhausted for a long time after being repeatedly drained of magic power.

   Yes, the quality of teaching this week is good, I should probably give you a little reward. "

   "Look at what you said, Captain, you are treating us as outsiders."

  Evil Eye bent over flatteringly and said:

   "We are also tutors now. It's right to teach students attentively, and I can't be ashamed of you."

"Yeah yeah."

  Zalak also spoke next to him and said:

   "With your recognition and appreciation, it proves that our work is meaningful, and this is the best reward we can get."

   "We will teach them more attentively, and your request will definitely be fulfilled, Captain."

   Kanrisad also said with a straight face:

   "You won't be disappointed next time you see them."

   "Yo, did you change your temper today?"

  Blake said in a surprised tone:

   "You don't even want to give rewards? It seems that you have made a lot of money from Aguna, and even the greed in your hearts has been temporarily satisfied, but think about it, a demon demigod is full of treasures.

   If you just take some and go back to the alchemist to make it, it will be an excellent treasure, but you can't just take your own. "

  The pirate stretched out his hand and said:

   "What about my portion?"

   "It's all ready for you, Captain."

  Evil Eye smiled and put a warlock bag specially made of evilweave cloth in Black's hand, he said:

   "Agona's left eyeball, as well as the heart of the abyss king, and its spinal fluid, all of which we peeled from it with our own hands, very fresh and hot."

   "That's right."

  Blake laughed, his face full of relief and admiration.

   He summoned his own angry guards and goblins, took out the heart of the abyss lord and the steaming spinal fluid that was still stained with demon blood from his luggage and threw them to them.

   Crazy Clinflan was rewarded, and could not wait to kneel on the spot for the evil and generous master.

   As long as it eats and digests this heart, it may soon be able to advance to the final form of the Demon Guard and become a powerful and violent Fel Lord.

   And the little devil Daglop is even more exaggerated. He is shameless. When he gets something good, he jumps in place, and uses various rainbow farts of demons to tout his master in a different way.

   "This is not for you."

  Black waved his hand and said to his two demons:

   "Go back to Hellfire Peninsula to do things well, and find a way to sneak into Hellfire Fortress. I'll be going back there soon, and I'll need you all at that time."

   "Don't worry, Master, I will hack all your enemies to death for you!"

  Clinflan awkwardly expressed his loyalty, and returned to the portal with the thankful little devil.

   "You can go back with the apprentices."

  Black turned his head and breathed out a smoke ring. He glanced at the exhausted apprentices around him. He said to the trio of warlocks:

   "Go back and let them have a good rest, and then take the time to continue teaching them, and when the monthly test is time, you will have to do Draenor again.

  I have already thought about the topics for the monthly exam, um, it will definitely be more exciting than this time, and it will be able to examine the apprentices' temperament and their learning results. "

  The smelly pirate snorted and said to the three guys in front of him:

   "Actual combat is the most test of the quality of teaching. If they are unfortunately destroyed by then, it is because you did not teach well! You must think about their lives and yours, and you can't relax the learning process.

  The worst result of apprentices failing the exam is to change a body, or experience the feeling of a spirit body.

   But the punishment for your failure to teach is not so simple.

   Know what I mean? "

Of course the trio of    warlocks understood.

   This made them shudder, and one by one they began to express their determination again.

   But Blake was impatient to listen to the touts of these three guys for changing the law, he waved his hand and told them to take people back quickly, don't waste time here.

  He is still busy.

After    drove away the trio, Blake sauntered under the hillside and piled up all kinds of **** he picked up at random, and placed the old Gani statue on it.

   After a few chanting, the familiar smoke swelled again and enveloped him.

   "Yo, isn't this the great Lord Black? Is this an old friend who is in trouble and finally remembered?"

   Old Gani's very rude voice came from it.

  The smelly pirate pouted and said:

   "I've been thinking about you, bastard, don't say such uncomfortable sarcastic words, come here, do me a favor, and send me a few letters."

   "To whom?"

   Old Gani asked, and Blake flicked his fingers and said:

   "Who else could it be? Of course it's our beloved Lord Velen, I wouldn't dare to meet my outstanding peers without doing something in this world.

  Now, after barely proving myself, I can finally meet him with confidence.

   But, what do you mean by dressing up?

  Is this a non-mainstream debut? "

   (end of this chapter)