Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1331 81. Retreat! Demon, I am the warchief! I am the king of the clan! -Happy Labor Day【33】

As the Wind Chaser, who devoured the elemental core of the Lord of the North Wind and was resurrected in the essence of the wind, carried his tuning-fork-like elemental holy blade and the elemental rage of Draenor together, the entire sky of Shadowmoon Valley All began to be filled with thunderstorms.

  His Royal Highness Sunderland, the Wind Chaser, was obviously very angry. After all, he was forced to sleep for millions of years, and the clay figurine was also angry.

   And when he was the most angry, he was attacked by the rural elements of Draenor with two fel powers. The anger of the fire was self-evident.

  The elemental holy blade mixed with thunder and anger was buckled by the claws shrouded in clouds and mist, and in the roar of the storm, he slashed several swords at the fel stone man in front of him.

   How about the power and not to say much, just say that the power of the elements is flowing.

   A thunderstorm gathered around the entire Hand of Gul'dan and swept in all directions, dragging all the demons that rushed in into the storm and hanged them alive.

   That is the real "Long Chi execution".

   When the gust of wind dissipated, only pieces of twisted skeletons were left in place. This terrifying scene shocked the people of the Draenor Anti-Magic Alliance.

   Obviously, the power of the elemental demigods born in the initial winds of Azeroth is beyond everyone's imagination.

   "All unrelated people except shamans quit!"

  Black stood on the top of a reshaped hill and shouted to the retreating guys around him:

"Go outside the valley, block the demon leaders and don't let them in, don't blame the remaining weak chicken demons, they die as many as they come! His Royal Highness Sunderland will not allow any demon to return to the Twisting Void alive, humble mortals, Cheers to the rise of the Elemental Prince!"

   Crazy pirates laugh as they stand in the background of the thundering sky.

   There is no need for him to leave here. The "King of God" anima orb embedded in the breastplate makes him immune to natural magic below legendary.

   As long as they are not attacked by the wind chasers, this valley filled with thunderstorms is as safe as walking in their own back garden for the smelly pirates.

   Under his orders, large swathes of orc warriors withdrew from the valley of the Hand of Gul'dan to defend themselves, while the remaining shamans stayed here to help Prince Sunderland fight against Draenor's Elemental Wrath Aberrations.

   That guy's form looks abnormal.

   The dark green fel stone man can control the four forces of wind, fire, water and soil at the same time, and its essence should be the "rising body" where elemental creatures gather together.

   That is a form of transformation of elemental creatures into higher forms, and Black has seen such knowledge in the shamanic tomes of Nar'Thalas College.

   "Fire Lord Lukenson"

Beside the pirates, the old shaman Ner'zhul, who was exhausted from releasing the elemental seal, leaned weakly on his Shadowmoon Bone Staff. Both eyes became brighter.

   As the fel energy and the storm blew all around, the little white hair of the old orc was blown and danced around.

   He hunched his body and looked at the fel big stone man who was in close combat with Sunderland, the wind chaser, who was driving thunder and lightning. The old shaman said to Black in a tone of guilt and nostalgia:

"That's the revenge element formed by our four elemental lords of Draenor, they know that none of them can fight against the Shadow Council commanded by Gul'dan back then, in order to bring this world back to order from chaos. , they will fight to the death here.

   The hateful warlock defeated them with the power of the demons.

   Gul'dan apparently resented the fact that the elementals had not responded to his twisted thirst for power.

   He did not destroy it, but chose to seal it. He knew what kind of monster the wrath of the elements infested by fel energy would degenerate into, and he knew that this degenerate element would suffer from the pain of corrosion.

   He wants the elements to suffer, and let the noble elemental spirits scatter in the torment of fel energy. "

   Ner'zhul looked at the fel flame king who called out the fel volcano in the distance, and gathered the magma to attack the wind chaser Sunderland. He gritted his teeth and said:

   "But all suffering will end today! The elemental spirits will be restored to freedom, and they will rehydrate our world! They will bring us life and hope."

   "It's not that easy, my dear old shaman."

  Black shook his head, he was smoking a pipe, watching the glorious scene of the elemental battle in front of him.

  Don't mention it, although the elements have always been weak and changeable, they are still very "viewable" when they really get angry.

  This method of directly mobilizing the world's source power to fight without relying on its own spellcasting ability, regardless of the strength, this kind of fancy visual impact is not comparable to the fireballs and ice thrown by weak mages.

   But as a prophet, Black clearly sees more.

   He whispered to the weak Ner'zhul beside him:

   "The transformation of Lukenson, the Fire Lord of Draenor, into the fel elementals is certainly driven by Gul'dan's evil, but the elementals themselves have a great reason for their disappointment and distrust of the orcs.

   Even if Sunderland and Al Abbas smashed Lukenson's fel body here, after those weak elemental spirits are released, it is not certain whether they are willing to help you.

  The elemental spirits are notoriously moody, and after you have failed them and the world, it is not something that can be done casually to seek their forgiveness.

   The most troublesome thing is that the Draenor world itself, which has been weakened to this point, doesn't have so much time for you to coordinate your relationship with the elemental spirits. You have to fight quickly. "

"I know."

   Ner'zhul nodded, he touched the white ghost emblem on his cheek, and he whispered:

   "I'm fully prepared for this, thank you, Blake, for helping us get this plan to this point, and we couldn't have done it on our own without your help.

  You are the true savior of this world, and I would like to thank you on behalf of all beings on Draenor. "

   "Wow, I'm talking big."

The pirate curled his lips, patted Ner'zhul's hunched shoulder, and said:

   "Can you represent the world?"

   "Not yet."

  The old orc laughed, as if the past suffering and all the haze were swept away in this moment, he leaned on his bone staff and said in a deep voice:

   "But soon I'll be fine. Go on with your work, Blake, I know you have other purposes in this fight that belong to you. Goodbye.

Do not.

farewell. "

"Um."

The    pirate took a step back, and he said to Ner'zhul in a serious tone:

   "Farewell, Great Prophet."

   This commemorative title in the orc civilization made Ner'zhul stunned for a moment, then he smiled and waved goodbye to the pirates, watching Black disappear into the shadows.

   Ner'zhul turned his head again, watching the fierce battle of the elemental demigods in front of him.

The tyranny and threat of the fel flame lord Lukenson put the wind chaser Sunderland under tremendous pressure. The wind element prince, who had just woken up from his slumber and returned from death, soon woke up from the daze of resurrection. come over.

   It began to call its subordinates.

   After seeing His Highness the prince sober, the loyal lamp **** Al Abbas immediately carried his elemental sword and rushed into the battlefield with a group of die-hard wind elements who devoted their loyalty to Prince Sunderland.

   They are like an expedition of the elemental army, under the command of Sunderland, began to lay siege to the weak Draenor elemental anomalies.

   With more to fight less, with two to one.

   Such an offensive that does not talk about martial arts, it is only a matter of time before the defeat of the Fire Lord, which represents the fel energy.

   However, with the control and destruction of the power of the elements by both sides, after they finished this battle, the terrain of the entire Shadowmoon Valley is estimated to be completely reshaped.

   "Drek'Thar, come help me."

   Ner'zhul counted the time, and he called out to his old, broken friend.

   The blind shaman from the Frostwolf clan walked over with two battle axes. He "looked" at Ner'zhul, who had taken off his tattered robe, and looked at the various spellcasting materials Ner'zhul took out.

   A grief bloomed on Drek'Thar's face, but he did not stop Ner'zhul.

   "I can't do it alone."

  The Frostwolf Prophet whispered:

   "To complete the ascension ritual of a shaman like you, two more legendary shamans are necessary."

   "I've been preparing for this day for a long, long time, my old friend."

   Ner'zhul grabbed a handful dug from the Throne of Elements, and smeared the soil soaked with the power of water on his face. He whispered:

   "This is not just the redemption of the orcs, it's the day of the draenei's contribution to the world. Look, here they come!"

   Drek'Thar turned his head, although his eyes had already gone blind, he still felt the opening of two star gates from the chaotic waves of elements around him.

  The great shaman Nuboden of the Broken One, and the leader of the Ashtongue Deathsworn, Akama, the former archbishop of the legendary shaman, walked out of the gate of the elements.

   Their presence completes the final part of Ner'zhul's Ascension Ritual.

"let's start!"

   The old orc lit fire on both sides of his body, and he called:

   "The world has been waiting too long for this day, let's get back to the old ways of the elements and let's start healing the world and our hearts."

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  Black found Fenna, the idiot who was cheering and slashing demons on the chaotic battlefield outside the Hand of Gul'dan.

   This guy carries a large, shiny Ashbringer blade and turns everything into ashes wherever he goes.

  No one knows how many demons Fenna has hacked to death since the start of the war, but the sword in her hand, which is full of the power of light and has a special attack effect on demons, is the most attractive "devil nemesis" in this war.

   In Fina's powerful swing, no matter how violent the demons will be chopped to death by this sword and then set on fire, Fenna's armor is covered with all kinds of shiny "devil ashes".

   looks disheveled.

   But no one will look down on this hemp elf because of this. She alone can stand up to an army of hundreds of people, and she can defend a ridge against the charge of demons and undead with a knife.

   The best thing is that Fina, who is always full of energy, enjoys the fun of this kind of battle, and she doesn't feel boring or hard just because she swings her sword and slashes.

   "Hey, don't cut it, did you cut your head off?"

  The pirate appeared behind Fenna, grabbed her slashing wrist, and shouted to the stupid warrior whose body was wrapped in anger:

"Go inside and use the elemental blade I just gave you to help Sunderland kill Lukenson, and you go and split the body and head of that big fel giant so that Sunderland can use the elemental The power blasts away its twisted core, unleashing the converging and imprisoned elemental spirits."

   "Ow!"

   Fina nodded, she always obeyed the instructions of the stinky brother.

   Although this will be a bit hot-blooded, it is already cost-effective to get used to obedience, leaving behind your opponent and jumping towards Gul'dan's hand. But before leaving, the bold warrior shouted to the little prince Arthas who was fighting hard not far away:

   "Hey! Little weak chicken! Take this! This is powerful!"

   Arthas, who was surrounded by a large number of demons, turned his head and saw a golden ash messenger thrown towards him.

The little prince's eyes lit up, he carried the Lionheart Killer behind his back, jumped up with the agility of a juggernaut, grabbed the holy sword in the air, rolled over when he landed, fought in all directions at night, and killed all the demons around him. beheaded.

  Hot ashes rose, illuminating the blood-red eyes of the little prince.

   He could feel the holy blade of light in his hand calling him to return to the path of holy light, but unfortunately, his body and his heart already belonged to the path of anger.

   He can't go back to that bright world.

   All that is left for it is a walking back.

   But this does not prevent him from continuing to hold the power of light to bring destruction to these **** evils in front of him.

   "Well, is your name Ashbringer?"

   Standing up in a land of ashes, Arthas Menethil stroked the shining blade in his hand like a swordsman. As a swordsman, he could naturally talk to the blade in his hand.

   In the laughter, the little prince raised the holy sword and put on a swordsman fighting posture.

   he whispered:

   "What a good name! Come on, Ashbringer, let's chop some demons and move around."

   In the next instant, Arthas's body wrapped in scorching light shook and scattered three mirror images, roaring and rushing towards the brutal demon in front of him. The destruction storm of the blade of light lit up in this **** desperate battlefield, like a hero debuting.

   However, compared to Arthas enjoying the frenzy of battle, Red Blackhand, who was on the same battlefield as him, seemed to be very slack.

His chubby body and lack of exercise for many years of combat skills made him feel so bloated and powerless every time he swung the hand of darkness warhammer. Although he also desperately smashed a few demon guards to death, this kind of victory is really compared to others. A little too cowardly.

   "Hey! Don't you have a ring on your hand?"

Black appeared for a moment, and he slashed the enemy with a flash of light, slashing the demons and undead beside the panting Great Chief to the ground. He rolled his eyes and looked at the embarrassing Reid in front of him, pointing to the blood red on Reid's finger. Jeweled Ring says:

   "What a waste to give you this."

   "I can't help it, Captain."

  Reid said:

   "That Khadgar jumped over and threw this ring at me, he didn't tell me how to use it at all. Teach me, Captain, I know it's a powerful thing."

   "Feel it with your anger."

  Blake pouted and said:

   "That's the power of warriors, the power of anger, you can't activate it without anger in your heart."

   "But I can't get angry."

   The weak Great Chief said with a headache:

   "I know that a battle with you is bound to be won, and a battle that is destined to win makes me really hard to get angry. I haven't fought in a long time."

   "You bastard!"

  Blake was so angry that he flashed to Reid's side, put his hand on Reid's forehead, and said:

   "I'll give you a status! Don't resist!"

   In the next moment, the emotional control from the Anima of the Seven-Headed Beast successfully captured the manipulation of Reid's mind, and Black poured the Sha of Wrath into Reid's heart.

   The Great Chief felt the anger that was about to be forgotten by him uncontrollably rushing out in an instant.

   His eyes were instantly bloodshot, and terrifying anger surged from the plump Great Chief.

   He felt that he had returned to the war career of the hot-blooded boy, and he also felt the call and response of the world ring on his finger.

  “哐”

The dark hand of    was thrown out, and the warhammer easily smashed the head of the demon guard who rushed in front of him.

  Wrapped in blood-red rage like a savage Red, dressed in rough clothes, roaring and grabbing his blood-stained warhammer, the world in front of him was blood-colored.

   "Come on! Devil!"

   The extremely ferocious Reid carried the warhammer and smashed the stone beside his feet. As the gravel flew, he roared violently at the demons in front of him:

   "Challenge the Warchief of the Horde! Come and challenge the King of the Clan! Come and challenge the Orc King of Draenor!"

   "I will crush you all with my own hands!"

   "I'm going to use your skulls as bowls! Ahhhh! Witness my invincibility!"

   (end of this chapter)