Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1322 72. The demon driving the stupid biped robot is coming!

  The death knights, the vanguard of the ground war in Shadowmoon Valley, just broke into the valley near the hand of Gul'dan, and the war situation was reversed in an instant.

   To sum up, with a bang, the Legion Demon made its debut!

   They did not choose the magic portal tactic they were best at this time, but moved the Legion's black technology to the table, and the Ravencrest High Lord, who charged with the death knights, raised his head in the whistling wind of fel energy.

   The four legion battleships that I can see are entering the material world little by little from the "cracked" sky.

   Each of them is ten kilometers long, and the hull, which is completely forged from magic steel, presents a strangely elongated trapezoid. From below, you can clearly see that the propeller of this behemoth looks like a burning dark green sun.

   A total of twelve green suns are shining high in the sky, seeming to declare the prey into the net in this way, and the hunter is on the scene!

   "Damn, I knew it."

The great lord    shook his head and pushed his black helmet behind him. His indifferent face didn't have too many complicated expressions, as if he was not the one who stepped into the trap.

  The Black Crow Knights behind him also quickly calmed down after a brief period of shock, and went about their own business step by step.

  The ships of the Burning Legion are cool and cool, and their raids are handsome and intimidating, but so what?

   They had seen a scene that was a hundred times more desperate than the scene in front of them 10,000 years ago.

  When the Burning Legion attacked Black Rook Castle ten thousand years ago, the landing ship that transported the elite demons was destroyed by the moon guards under his command!

   Compared with the big scene of the ancient battle in the memory of the great lord, there are only four demon spaceships.

   small meaning.

   "Keep charging!"

The high lord    rode on his heroic hippogryph, swept across the ground from a low altitude, and shouted to the death knights below:

   "Let the cannon fodder troop fill it up! Take Gul'dan's hand as quickly as possible! If they are frightened, they will be executed on the spot! Sarain is ready to transform the aura of death in a large area!

   I want to see my legion before the demons land on the ground! "

   So, the death knights didn't even waste a minute and started to push on.

   They are warriors who have returned from the dead to fight an eternal war against eternal foes like demons, who may be surrounded by demons by nature, but so what?

   They've died once, and there's nothing in this world to fear.

   However, after all, there is only one death knight, and not all troops have seen the real big scene like them, so they are in danger.

   In fact, the moment the four giant warships of the demons appeared, the smooth progress of the war was completely disrupted.

  The high-spirited centaurs have stopped moving forward in fear, and the more stupid wild boars have also fled in fright.

   The Kor'kron Guard of the Orcs can barely maintain, but the black technology displayed by the demons and the Legion battleship suspended like a mountain still make the Orc warriors fear.

   Even the Quel'dorei spellcasters who were commanded by Kael'thas looked up at the sky in amazement.

  As a magical civilization, they have never had a precise concept of the power of the Burning Legion. After they came to Draenor, they saw the Draenei spaceship and felt it was cool and mysterious.

   And now, the interstellar power that the Legion brought out makes them feel chills.

   If it is a demon who uses magic, they may not be afraid, but this thing is clearly beyond the scope of "magic", right?

"Ha ha ha ha"

A low-pitched laughter sounded from the command room of the first demon warship that fully entered the material world in the sky. An Ai Rui wearing dark green demon chain armor and decorated with magic steel spikes piercing the skulls of several different races on his shoulders. From the fel projection, the hunter admired the panicked gestures of the ignorant mortals below.

   Every time he sees the same fear and despair in a different world, it makes him feel extremely satisfied.

   As a star stalker, there's nothing quite like the evil joy of seeing prey step into a trap, but soon the fleet commander turned his attention away from the panicking mortal legion.

   Its burning eyes saw the Exodar hovering over Shadowmoon Valley, the naaru ship adorned with gems as if forged from crystals was its true target.

   Today's big scenes are all prepared for an "old friend".

   "Start preparing the portal immediately to welcome the arrival of the deceiver, and prepare for the bombardment!"

  This eredar demon hunter raised his hand decorated with sharp claws ruthlessly, and said to a group of eredar servants behind him:

   "Say hello to our 'prophet'! They've been on the run for 25,000 years, and I've been dying to see what their glass ships look like when they collapse.

   It will surely make a pleasant sound. "

   "Yes, Lord Targas!"

The eredar immediately executed the order, and the two main guns of the first demon battleship that entered the world of Draenor began to charge. The dazzling fel beams completely obscured the pale sun in the sky, making everyone's eyes All gathered on that beam.

  Blake, who was standing on the Exoda's observation deck, was almost facing the direction of the demon's main cannons above, but the smelly pirate showed no panic at all. It was just a small scene.

   He glanced back at the prophet behind him.

Velen clenched the Redeemer's staff, leaned his weapon on the ground, and was preparing to release a large-scale defensive magic. The summoned holy light solidified on him, and the dancing golden light was dazzling. Blake wanted to cover his eyes.

   The Prophet.

   Want to use the magic of the Holy Light against the salvos of the main guns of the demon battleship?

  Tsk tsk, look at the methods of others, it is indeed the most powerful divine choice of the Holy Light among the stars, just the confidence of this kind of face to take the main gun is worth learning from Blake.

   "Since you have to defend, why not play bigger?"

  Black took off his pipe, the main gun of the demon battleship behind him was already scorching hot, and the howling fel wind blew the pirate's long golden hair flying around.

   He looked at Velen and said:

   "Can the Exodar be the center of the circle to create an area for the coalition forces to avoid? According to the demons' landing tactics, once the four ships come over, there will definitely be a wave of fel energy barrages to wash the ground.

   Without protection, at least two-thirds of our hard-earned troops would be wiped out in a single encounter. "

   "I need Naru's support!"

   Velen didn't say yes or no, but gave a neat answer.

   means that he can do what Black wants to see. He can protect an army under the bombardment of demons by himself. Is this the confidence of a top priest?

  Love, love.

   "Adal is going to forge the Ring of the World, and I don't want to stop it."

  Black waved his hand and said:

   "I heard that in addition to the Atama crystal in the Argus world, there is an ancient artifact called the 'Crown of the Ruler', which is a racial artifact created by the power of the world when the Eredar civilization was at its peak.

   Not only can it strengthen the power of the caster, but can also be used as a strategic weapon? But when the world of Argus fell, the crown of the rulers was broken, and you had the eye of the prophet in your hand, right? "

   "What are you talking about now?"

   Velen was busy casting spells, and the demon's main cannon was about to fire.

Although he has a mild temper, he really has no time to chat with Blake. He was about to concentrate all his attention to hold up the barrier, but he saw the pirate in front of him take something out of his arms and turn it upside down in his hand. upside down.

   Velen's eyes suddenly widened.

   That angular purple crystal, that is not

   "The Crown of the Ruler belongs to that part of Archimonde, you call it the 'Mark of Enlightenment'!"

  Black threw the purple crystal in his hand to Velen, which immediately resonated strangely with a white gemstone ornament on his body when he approached the Prophet.

  Two crystals of different shapes were suspended beside the Prophet, one on the left and the other on the right. They blended with Velen's own strong holy light power, and in an instant, Velen's exaggerated magical power more than doubled in an instant.

A few seconds later, with the roar of the two main cannons that seemed to tear apart the world, the blast of magic energy erupted. With the Exodar hanging at a low altitude as the center, a super-giant holy light knot with a range covering at least three thousand yards. The world was propped up by Velen by himself in the echo of the chant.

   A loud bang.

   The gathered fel energy collided with the blooming holy light, and the turbulent energy stream tore apart the unsightly earth that had long been corroded in Shadowmoon Valley in an instant.

Prince Kael'thas and the two archmages of Dalaran, who were protected by the Holy Light, looked around in astonishment. A terrifying rift was created in an instant, and even shattered the surrounding rolling hills for them to be in the area. Turned into an "island" outside of fel energy.

   "The draenei owes me another favor, which is awesome."

  Blake admired the masterpiece in front of him with satisfaction.

   He seemed to have heard the angry roar of the demon commander, which made the pirate feel happy. He looked back at Velen, the prophet who stood in the light, like a prophet made by the light, and he raised a finger and said:

   "Remember to pay back your favor, Your Excellency the Prophet. Also, I wish you a happy day."

Leaving an obscure blessing, under Velen's gaze, Blake stretched out his hand and buckled the Moon God's helmet on his head, mobilized his arms to summon his lovely sword girls to guard him, and pulled out his two swords. The waste pirate knife, in a light run-up, jumped to the ground in a leap of faith from the observation deck of the Exodar, against the backdrop of the fel tumbling sky light.

  The wind is howling, the scorching war is roaring, and the whole world seems to have lost its gentle disguise and turned into a furious shrew.

  The pirate liked this feeling, and it gave his chaotic heart a long-lasting satisfaction.

   At a position dozens of meters above the ground, the falling Blake could even clearly see that Kael'thas below was preparing to release a slow fall spell for him.

  嘁, boring handsome elf.

  I still need that cowardly thing?

   "Crash"

   In the entanglement of flames and shadows, a pair of huge wings belonging to the Doomguard Overlord unfolded behind Black.

   The gust of wind brought by the flapping of the wings for the first time hit the ground, but the pirates did not choose to fall slowly, but like Illidan's cool appearance, the moment he folded his wings and hit the ground, he let them unfold again.

   In the shadow of the Inner Demon's wings, the pirate twitched his neck and stood up.

   Having the ability to fly again makes people feel nostalgic, but the color of the wings is jet black, not his favorite blue, which is somewhat disappointing.

   But it's this time now, so I won't complain about this shortcoming.

   "Wow"

   A light wind appeared beside Blake, who appeared domineeringly. After the wind dance stripped off his breath, he wore the armor of the Kul Tiras fleet commander, and the long-lost fool Fenna shone on his back carrying the Ash Messenger.

   The red crystal inlaid on her shoulders had activated her power, and the moment she appeared, the almost collapsed morale of the people around her was refilled.

   "Why are you summoning me now? I've polished my weapon three times, and I'm getting impatient waiting!"

   Stupid Fina complained to her stinky brother in a very unhappy manner. She looked at the battlefield in front of her again, and was immediately attracted by the demon battleship and the demons rushing out of the faraway Karabor Temple.

   As a standard brave warrior, Fenna suddenly became full of fighting spirit.

"boom"

   She threw the thing in her arms at the feet of her stinky brother, and then pulled out the ashes messenger that started to shine, and asked:

   "Tell me, where am I going? How much do I have to kill?"

   "Go to the orc side."

  Black patted the stupid sister on the shoulder and said:

   "Invigorate their morale with your heart of anger, lead them into the hand of Gul'dan, and help them complete the elemental unblocking, oh, yes, this is for you."

  The pirate took out a "tuning fork sword" from his luggage that was very similar to the elemental holy blade held by the Dengshen before, put it into Fina's hand, and said:

   "This is your reward for this trip. You will become the first warrior in Azeroth to have an elemental holy blade, and it will be your birthday present."

   "Wow, you still remember that my birthday is coming up? I'm so touched."

   Fina laughed, took the strangely-shaped weapon behind her back, and said nothing, turned her head and nodded to Kael'thas, and rushed towards the orc with a heroic leap.

   And the pirate raised his foot and kicked the lock of the box under his feet. The so-called triple mythical lock, which could not be opened without a key, shattered in response.

The moment the    box was opened, the dark heart of Y'Shaarj hidden in it began to beat.

   "Hey, get up and work."

  The pirate called out.

   Colorful smoke burst out from his body, and the ancient Venerable Xalatas, who was in a very bad mood, skillfully repositioned the beating heart of darkness into his body shaped by the smoke.

   She didn't even bother to speak, and the moment she regained her heart, she opened her hands.

At this moment, all the beings on the battlefield felt a pair of rude hands smashed into their hearts with rude techniques, removing despair, doubt and fear from their hearts in the same way as rudely kneading dough. , and pour anger, hatred, and rage into their defenseless souls.

  The demons want to use the fear brought by brutal force to defeat the war of mortals. This is their tried-and-true war route.

   But unfortunately, in today's Shadowmoon Valley, this strategy is invalid.

  Because, Blake doesn't allow it!

  So the frightened sheep turned back into lions.

   The battlefield that was in chaos just now returned to a state of high fighting spirit in an instant.

   The stubborn fate that was not good at all trying to get back on the right track was slapped hard, and he could only cry aggrieved, and continued to move forward again according to the "script" arranged for it by the "prophet in black".

   "What to see?"

  Black raised his head and looked at the stunned elves, humans and orcs in front of him.

   He said in a vicious voice:

   "Is there any flowers on my handsome face? Keep fighting, bastards! Seeing your stupid expressions makes me desperate. Come on, come on, stick your head out, and I'll give you a status."

   On the other hand, after seeing the situation on the battlefield completely out of control, the demon commander Targas was out of anger. This group of mortals did not collapse, and dared to charge the invincible legion?

   This is no ordinary mortal!

   Must punch hard!

   "Rakish! Butcher of the Legion, **** Frostmourne with your troops to the Temple of Karabor!"

   Targas roared:

   "I've lost my patience, all these mortals are going to die today!"

   A few minutes later, in the huge portal projected by the battleship in front of Karabo Temple, a huge crimson magic mecha came to the ground with a bang like a giant.

   In its cockpit sat an eredar with scars and fel herpes on his face.

   In the shadow behind the destruction machine built by the demons, a group of demons cautiously guarded the huge box and rushed into the temple.

  In front of them and behind them, hundreds of huge fel portals revolve and open at the same time, and tens of thousands of demons of all kinds are driven by their inner destruction and evil to step into the battlefield of mortals.

   The Legion battleship above his head opened an indiscriminate fel energy barrage to the ground to wash the ground, and in the anxiety of destruction, the chaos from the Twisting Void couldn't wait to start killing.

   The main artillery shelling and the Holy Light Shield just now are just the "appetizers" of the "mutual salute" between the two demigods.

   Until now, the war of the Legion has just begun.

  These uninformed "countrymen" from Azeroth will witness the demons' war today, and I hope this will allow them to learn some real skills, so that they will not be rubbed on the ground by the demons during the decisive battle in their own world.

   Of course, the premise of learning is that they have to survive first

   This is quite difficult.

   (end of this chapter)