Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1330 80. Elemental Prince of Stinky Azeroth, are you coming to our Draenor for dinner? Happy Labor Day【23】

   "Hahahahaha"

Black, who was fighting against demons and madmen in the hands of Gul'dan, saw the scene of Nuri Velen's resurrection completely, and the cute "live broadcast" of Xalatas made Black watch with joy. Here's how the dreadlords' "perfect plan" went bankrupt at the last step.

   Even though it was just a tiny footnote on the entire battlefield, there was no way to immediately have any positive impact on the current bad frontal battlefield.

   But Blake is just happy.

   While holding two waste plundering knives, he chopped down a ferocious fel lord, while standing on the victim's unremarkable head, he sighed in the fierce and cruel battlefield like a nerve:

   "The ability of demons is really limited.

  I have learned in my short life that the more a person or a demon plays with conspiracy, the more he stumbles in unexpected situations, like right now.

   I only need to arrange a bottle of the fountain of youth that will not be noticed by anyone in advance, and I can so easily destroy the conspiracy of the dreadlords to mobilize the resources of the entire legion to advance to this stage.

   If you want to go further on the deceitful path, it seems that you will become an existence that surpasses humans and demons. "

   "Little master, what are you talking about?"

  Xalatas's voice rang in Blake's ear, she whispered:

   "Look, these four fronts have collapsed. Except for your crazy sister who is still happily enjoying the fun of hacking and slaying demons, everyone else can't stand it anymore.

  Should we retreat?

  My loyal mantid and swarm are ready to go. As long as you give an order, they can rush into the battlefield at any time and rescue your coalition that is about to fail. "

   "Retreat?"

  Blake's eyes widened, looking at the battlefield that really looked like he was going to be defeated. He said:

   "No no no, where did this go?

   The real big scene has not yet started, since you have bought the ticket, you have to watch the whole scene. Please help me find Jin Tessa, the queen of the dreadlords.

   said I was waiting for her to take the initiative to become my contract demon.

   Remember to remind her to choose a more beautiful and more comfortable dog leash for herself. This is what she said. Look, the letter I made with her just now is still there, lest someone else say that I don't respect women. "

   "I don't think she will keep her promise so obediently, but you can always get what you want, so I won't participate."

   Xalatas snorted and ignored Black's mad words.

  She will be very busy.

   With the power of the Heart of Darkness brought into Shadowmoon Valley by Finna, the Elders are busy harnessing all the emotions on this rage battlefield and turning them into substantial destruction.

   This dark master of the mantid is like an eighth-grade pianist, playing frantically one after another or heroic or desperate movement on the keyboard of invisible emotions.

   She was having a lot of fun, and was about to use her vicious thoughts to manipulate this side to kill everyone on the earth.

   Except for those undead souls who are indifferent and annoying.

   "I can't stand it anymore."

   In the outermost position of the Hand of Gul'dan, Lord Ravencrest has no idea how many demons and uncontrolled undead he has cut down.

   As a dead body his body does not feel tired.

   But the burden on the spiritual level is getting heavier and heavier as the battle progresses.

After Frostmourne was released by the demons, the impact of the cursed blade on all souls was intensifying. The impact on the living was still bearable, but for the dead, it was like a shackle on a shackle. torment.

  The magic sword is affecting the souls and wills of the undead. It is like an uncontrolled "bait" that lures all the dead to be ruled by it.

  The army of undead summoned by the Black Crow Knights was taken away almost instantly, and even if the Death Knights no longer actively summoned the dead warriors to resurrect, the corpses on the battlefield were still being resurrected without interruption.

  Frostmourne unreservedly spread its dark majesty on the earth, and the draenei undead who died in the orc slaughter in Karabor Temple were only the first batch.

  The war dead who died under the bombardment of the demon warships were the second group, and the warriors who were attacked to death and then resurrected by these uncontrolled undead were the third group.

  In a very short time, the very active death auras that have become very active due to the existence of the cursed sword have spread throughout the valleys around the Karabor Temple, and they are even repelling fel energy.

  The worst thing is, because the weapon of Frostmourne does not have a sword holder now, it is difficult for it to give an accurate order, so the awakened dead will attack all the creatures around them according to their own instincts.

   even includes demons.

   This is actually a good thing.

   The least raging undead actually helped the Hand of Gul'dan's Anti-Magic Alliance on Draenor gain time to unblock the elements.

   Coupled with the activity of the demon hunters and watchers, the weapon systems of the two demon battleships were destroyed, and the bombardment that was constantly smashed in the sky was much smaller.

   But it's not a good thing for the Black Raven Chapter that sticks to the periphery.

The death knights of the Black Ravens will be embarrassed to endure the terror that they always brought to the enemy in the past. In the face of endless enemies who have been hacked to death and will stand up again, all the death knights are really hacking. Hands are sore.

"I can not stand it any more."

  Beside Lord Ravencrest, an elf female warrior wailed and dropped her weapon.

   She covered her head and screamed in pain, her body calmed down after a few seconds of convulsions, as if she had lost all her senses, and ran towards the Karabor Temple.

   "Stop her!"

   The high lord scolded, and immediately several Black Raven Knights who were still fighting rushed forward, pinning the comrade-in-arms who had been tempted by Frostmourne to the ground, and tied them with chains.

   Dozens of such selfless death knights were already lying behind the Black Raven Chapter's position.

   It's all because of that **** magic sword!

   It is literally the nemesis of all undead creatures, and the high lord is not affected.

   Not because of how firm his will is, but because he holds another magic blade Apocalypse.

  This brutal magic sword seems to be very incompatible with Frostmourne. When the breath of Frostmourne emanated, Apocalypse became extremely violent, and also actively protected its users from being tempted by the magic sword.

   But the protection of the apocalypse is not without a price.

   It is urging Ravencrest to go to the location of Frostmourne, and it wants Lord Ravencrest to sever the damned ice sword in his own hands.

   "Can't drag it any longer."

   The high lord looked around.

  His knights have been surrounded by undead and demons that are thousands of times their number. They have been cut off from the anti-demon coalition of the hand of Gul'dan. If this goes on, they will be wiped out.

  Although the undead are not afraid of death, the Highlord did not come to Draenor to reap a humiliating defeat.

   "Dear, you take over my command!"

  Kutalos Ravencrest gritted his teeth and instructed Mrs. Ravencrest behind him. He summoned the ghostly Nightsaber himself and rode on to tighten the reins.

"Where are you going?"

   Mrs. Ravencasse called:

"do not go!"

   "I'm going to destroy that magic sword, it's a disaster!"

  The big lord carried the Apocalypse and rushed into the sea of ​​undead surging in front of him without looking back, and ran towards the Temple of Karabor.

   Meanwhile, deep in the valley of the Hand of Gul'dan, on a shattered altar filled with surging fel magma, the old orc Ner'zhul's spellcasting had reached its final hour.

   He was aided by six sorcerers, three of whom were former members of the Shadow Council who had served Gul'dan and now lost their way.

The remaining three are Dalaran's warlock leader Black Claw Garald, Prince Kael'thas' personal advisor Solan Lien, and the Argus enlightener Thal'kiel, who has a burning skull. .

   There are also warlocks such as the Warlock Trio, Jorin Deadeye, and other warlocks around to help stabilize the fel energy.

   Once Gul'dan used fel energy to seal the wrath of the elements in the world of Draenor, and now to unlock the seal, these warlocks must help, and this ritual has reached the final step.

  Everyone was very nervous, even the trio of warlocks who usually had a smile on their faces started to work hard.

   They didn't know how fierce the battle outside the valley was. After the Burning Legion sacrificed the **** weapon of Frostmourne, the anti-magic coalition's cannon fodder tactics have been ineffective.

   Those warriors from both worlds are almost giving their lives to help the orcs save their elemental spirits.

  Once this ceremony fails, there is really no other way for everyone present except to commit suicide and apologize.

   "I feel the echoes of the elemental fury, and they're answering me."

   Ner'zhul, with a white ghostly pattern on his face, raised his hands and called to the wind, fire, water and earth, the elemental powers that were weak in Draenor were growing.

   This means their ritual steps are correct.

   "Hey, why haven't you finished it yet?"

   At this critical moment, Blake, who flew over the sky, turned over and landed on the ritual altar in a flash. He frowned and said to Ner'zhul:

   "Should have been unblocked five minutes ago! Is there something wrong?"

   "The elements are resisting us."

  The old shaman said in a low tone:

   "Because of what we've done in the past, the elements don't want to trust us anymore, and I'm doing my best to persuade them."

   "When is this all going to happen? Still in the mood to chat with the elements with psychological problems?"

  The whole body was covered with **** aura. At first glance, the pirates who waved in the sea of ​​blood on the mountain of corpses knocked on their helmets and said helplessly:

   "Are you shamans sick! Do you have to teach me all of this? Apart from the orthodox shaman's prayer element, don't you, a great shaman like you, know how to force them to help?"

   "You are talking about the way of the dark shaman, do you think I haven't tried it?"

   Ner'zhul also replied irritably:

   "Draenor's elemental fury converged into an elemental echo when resisting fel energy in the past, and was tainted by fel energy into twisted aberrations, and then sealed.

   For so many years, it has been absorbing the fel pollution of Shadowmoon Valley, and has become a big "elemental tyrant", and the dark shaman's set is useless to it.

   I must weaken it before summoning it, otherwise it will attack us all indiscriminately, we are here to save the world, not hasten its destruction! "

   "Summon it!"

   Black shook his head and said to Ner'zhul:

   "I said that I have found an opponent for it, and I know what you are worried about. Don't worry, I guarantee that the elements of this world will return to the right track.

  Trust me, I've dealt with all the four elemental monarchs of Azeroth.

not to mention.

  Aren't you also ready to 'apology'? "

   The old shaman was stunned for a moment.

   He touched his arm, and it seemed that his secret preparations still failed to hide from Black. Seeing that the pirates began to summon the Djinn to prepare for action, Ner'zhul no longer hesitated.

   He signaled the surrounding warlocks to retreat, and he began to completely unblock Draenor's Fel Elemental Tyrant with his own power, and as soon as Black called, the Djinn responded quickly.

   This elemental demigod did not come alone, and he also brought the "loyal ministers" he recruited in the chaotic sky wall during this period.

   A large piece of high-level wind element from Azeroth appeared, causing the entire Hand of Gul'dan to instantly blow a gust of wind that etched the earth and hills.

"let's start!"

  Black took the strangely shaped Elemental Sacred Blade from the Djinn, and he held the weapon high and announced:

   "Let us welcome the arrival of His Royal Highness the Wind Chaser."

   A group of wind elements cheered instantly.

They surrounded the loyal Al Abbas, and lifted up the cold wind heart of Nihir, the Lord of the North Wind who died unexpectedly in a "frontier conflict" with the water elements, and merged them into the Elemental Saint in Black's hands. in the blade.

   And Deng Shen picked up the bottle of resurrection that was already filled with the essence of wind, and poured all the essence of wind in the bottle onto the holy blade like pouring water.

The last step was done by Blake himself. He picked up the Sunstrider's Imprisoned Skull, which had been split in half, and placed them on the altar in front of him. , after a precise slash, the imprisoned cage was completely torn apart.

   At this moment, the wind in the entire world of Draenor was roaring.

   Those local elementals who were unwilling to help Ner'zhul watched in amazement as an elemental force much older and more powerful than them erupted in the direction of Shadowmoon Valley.

   Then, thunder and lightning flying all over the sky took over the airspace filled with fel energy, as if the end of the elements that ripped apart the heart of the world crazily.

   made the local weak chicken elements tremble and hid in their lair.

   At the same time that the Wind Chaser's body, which is very similar to Al'Akir, stood in the hand of Gul'dan with his own elemental holy blade, Ner'zhul's elemental unsealing was finally completed.

  Under the loud noise, the entire hand of Gul'dan was reshaped and torn apart, and the original valley was reversely shaped into a huge fel volcano in the elemental riot.

  The hot magma erupted, evoking scorching smoke, and in the dark green scorching smoke, a fel-contaminated terrifying elemental giant roared and got up from the magma.

  Its body is more than 30 meters high, like a moving giant of the earth, but evil fire fills every crack in the body, and the liquid magma that blends with water and fire is also controlled by it.

   Its first roar interrupted the strong appearance of His Highness the Wind Chaser.

   It brutally and Wind Chaser Sunderland **** the wind field of this land, and let the wind, rain and thunder full of fel energy rot on the body of His Highness the Wind Chaser who has just recovered and is still in a dazed state.

   The disobedience of this tainted and ugly elemental tyrant immediately triggered a strong counterattack from His Highness Sunderland, who was not very clear.

   Under the gaze of a group of warlocks and shamans, the element prince from Azeroth swung the Wind Chaser holy sword and slashed the stone head of the element tyrant.

   In the roar of the thunder, the battle between the two demigod elements became intensified in an instant.

   "Let's go all the way!"

   On the cracked ground of the hand of Gul'dan whose terrain was completely reshaped, Al Abbas, the lamp god, pulled out the holy blade created by his desert machete backhand.

   It rudely drove the mortals around, scolding:

   "This is a 'personal feud' between the noble sky wall and the rude Draenor country elements, don't join in the fun! Go and play with the demons.

   This is left to us. "

   (end of this chapter)