Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1332 82

   The Hand of Gul'dan has become the absolute center of the Shadowmoon Valley battlefield.

   Seeing that the orcs had taken great casualties to lift the elemental seal of Draenor, and I didn’t know where to find an elemental prince from Azeroth to help out, the demons’ offensive suddenly became more violent.

   They also seem to know that once the Anti-Magic Alliance is allowed to reactivate the elements of this world, the Legion will lose all advantages in this world.

  Victory will be further and further away from them.

   This is unbearable for the demons. The Burning Legion has been in the stars for so long. Besides Azeroth, when has it suffered such grievances?

   Under the scolding of demon commanders everywhere, more portals were erected, and demons from all over the world of Draenor were summoned into Shadowmoon Valley.

   They will use their best quantitative warfare to completely overwhelm the already precarious battlefield for the anti-magic coalition.

   But the actions of the demons were not smooth, because outside the Shadowmoon Valley, the black dragons who were always hiding their heads and tails actually made a big move and began to block the teleportation of the demons around.

   Are these black dragons crazy?

  Why do these destroyers throw their blood for this **** world?

   I really saw a ghost today!

   "This is not the way to go."

  Prince Kael'thas threw scorching magic with a flaming blow, like a big fireworks, knocking down the flying mephits in the sky.

  The Quel'dorei spellcasters under his command form a position to ensure the safety of the battlefield airspace, and at the same time continue to guide a wide range of meteorites to fall against the surrounding demon sea that cannot be seen at a glance.

  Increased by the aura of wisdom on Kael'thas holding the ring of the all-seeing one, the magic power of Quel'dorei spellcasters has been greatly enhanced, allowing them to produce extremely exaggerated results with a very small number of people.

   But for a wise man like Kael'thas, he can clearly see that these small victories cannot shake the overall situation of the battlefield.

   The number advantage of demons is terrible!

   If it drags on like this, the Anti-Magic Alliance will undoubtedly lose, even if the orcs successfully release the elements of the world. As a highly accomplished spellcaster, Kael'thas has also studied the elemental realm.

   He knew very well that with the power of the elemental spirit that had just been released from the long-term seal, there was no way to help the anti-demon coalition against the demons of the entire world.

   "The way to break the game."

  The elf prince scanned the battlefield left and right.

   His brain was working with all its might, looking for a weak possibility to defeat the demon.

   He quickly noticed a "weird" in the all-round offensive of the demons, just in the direction of the battlefield close to the Temple of Karabor, where the number of demons was particularly small.

   But not because the demons didn't want to attack from that direction, but because the undead were already there.

   The magic sword Frostmourne that was placed in the Temple of Karabor has continuously awakened the number of local undead to an astonishing level.

  The centaurs and boar warriors hired by Warchief Reid for this battle had been damaged by two-thirds, and the bodies of all their dead were awakened by the magic sword.

   These alone have more than 30,000 people.

   Those awakened undead seem to have no unified command. They are just relying on the instinct of disgusting the living to stray on the battlefield and fight against all the forces that hinder them.

   Those undead were so violent that the brutal demons took the initiative to stay away from there.

   "That's the key to victory!"

   Kael'thas' eyes lit up, and the Elf Prince had grasped the only possibility for the victory of the anti-magic coalition, which was the magic sword! If there was a man of strong will who could sacrifice himself and take control of that sword

  My own will always counts.

   "You're thinking something terrible, Kael'thas Sunstrider!"

   Just when a rather terrifying thought suddenly popped up in Kael'thas' mind, Xal'atas's cold voice suddenly hit the Elf Prince's mind like a hammer, making him wake up instantly.

  The Elder Venerable, who controlled the situation with his spiritual power, warned:

   "In the past ten minutes, including you, seventeen commanders of the Anti-Magic Alliance had the same idea as you, even someone like Turalyon who was brainwashed by the Holy Light.

  Frostmourne is really powerful, as expected by the Burning Legion as a "decisive weapon".

   Its temptation for the living is as powerful as its manipulation for the dead. Be cautious and don’t think about those dangerous things. I can tell you plainly that you can’t resist its temptation!

  You think too much in your heart, and you bear too much on your shoulders. Once you hold the magic sword that can help you sweep Azeroth, you will instantly become its captive.

  No, to be precise, you will become a prisoner of the force of death.

   Stay here and continue your battles and your quests! The little master has personally dealt with that magic sword, it is not a treasure that you can covet.

   You should never touch it either. "

   "Blake went there himself?"

  Kel Sarston let out a sigh of relief, obviously he also thought that the magical smelly pirate must have a way to properly handle such a dangerous magic sword.

   But the next moment, the prince frowned.

   He said to Xalatas in spirit:

   "But he has to be quicker, the demons are increasing, and their numerical superiority is terrifying."

   "Quantity advantage?"

  Xalatas let out a long series of sarcastic smiles, and she said to Kael'thas arrogantly:

   "No, pathetic little white-faced elf prince, you don't know anything about 'quantity'! No wonder you're always so girly, look up."

"Um?"

His Royal Highness    raised his head and looked towards the northwest sky of Shadowmoon Valley according to Xal'atas's guidance. At first, he was a little puzzled because there was nothing there.

   But soon, a large black spot appeared in Kael'thas's gaze.

  The elf prince applied an eagle eye technique to himself, allowing him to see more clearly the "monsters" that appeared above the anxious sky full of fel energy and thunder.

   The moment he saw those guys clearly, Kael'thas instantly got goosebumps behind his back.

   Bugs!

   It's all bugs!

   All kinds of bugs!

  They fly in the sky, they climb over the hills that border Shadowmoon Valley and Talador, they tunnel underground into this fel battlefield.

   They are under the leadership of the mantid hero and Rexxar Remar riding behind the lord of the flying insects, and they are rushing into the battlefield bravely and arrogantly under the call of their dark gods.

   How many of them were, Kael'thas didn't even dare to guess.

   But it must be several times more than the local demon plus the undead!

   "The entire Gorgrond wilderness is regarded as nourishment by my insect swarm. The barren land has been devoured so cleanly that Old Gani will cry when he enters it."

   The ancient Venerable sneered, with a sense of pride and pride.

   At the moment when the insect swarm came into contact with the demon, Xal'atath spread his dark glory to the barren and sad heart of the insect swarm, making them instantly enter the most violent state of destruction.

   is like a sickle.

   lightly swept across the corner of the battlefield, turning the demons there into bones in an instant.

   "No matter how this world changes, there will always be a part of it that belongs to the ancient venerable ones. The Everbloom Woods will become the heart of the new empire of the swarm, and I will have a splendid temple there."

   Xal'atas announced as prophesied:

   "The eternal cycle of reincarnation will restart in Draenor, which will be the homeworld of the swarm! And I, I am the heart of the swarm! I am the Dark Lord!

   In the words of the little master, I am the Queen of Blades!

  Although I don't know what special meaning this name has, but since it sounds quite majestic, this will be my honorary title in the future. "

   Kael'thas was shaking all over.

   He couldn't imagine the devastation that such a swarm would be if it descended on Quel'Thalas, and he thanked Black for bringing the swarm into Draenor at this moment.

   is like adding a lock to the world

   So this is the purpose of that stinky pirate?

  The swarm has taken root here. As the master of the swarm, he will naturally become the "King of Draenor", and everything in this world must be controlled and arranged by him.

   And he who accepted the world ring will also be ordered by him in this world.

   "Then, salute you, Her Majesty."

   Kael'thas sighed, trying his best to remain graceful, and said to Xal'atas:

   "When the construction of your temple is completed, I will definitely go and offer tribute to you in person."

   But there was no sound to respond to him anymore, the arrogant and evil Xal'atas seemed to have sensed something troublesome and had already gone to the other side to "work".

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  “Shu”

  Blake landed in the dark hall. The moment he arrived, he saw the Frostmourne Demon Sword floating on the dark altar, as well as several people standing beside the altar.

Prophet Velen, who is taking the time to recover his strength, and the demon son beside him who is bound by the chains of the Holy Light, as well as Hisari Black Crow, who is standing in front of the altar, and are walking towards the altar, their bodies are covered in flesh and blood. Remnant Highlord Ravencrest.

   The atmosphere between them doesn't seem to be good.

   "Get out of the way! Elf! I must destroy it!"

  The big lord will completely lose his usual indifference and rationality. He is like a crazy beast, exuding a violent aura of destruction all over his body.

   This breath came from the neighing magic sword Apocalypse in his hand.

  This brutal blade is full of jealousy and hatred for the Frostmourne before it, and it is calling its sword-bearer to destroy this damned sword.

   That's right, it's from the same forge as Frostmourne.

   But it's just a "trial work" of Frostmourne before it was made. It was born to make this "sister" appear in a more perfect form.

   This is an unfair fate.

  Apocalypse refuses to admit that Frostmourne is the perfect work of the Eternal Forge, it is the most perfect!

  Frostmourne is just a sword that cannot be used in combat!

  Look at it, the ice that shaped its body couldn't even withstand a powerful slash.

  My sister is a piece of shit!

  This shameful weapon must be destroyed by oneself.

   "Back! Great Lord!"

   Hisari Crow didn't give in.

  The Great Druid of Flame was burning with the fire of Sulfuras. She felt that she must be crazy, and she wanted to prevent a hero from destroying a magic sword that would cause terrifying slaughter for all living beings.

   But in the visible facts and future prophecies, Miss Black Crow still unswervingly chooses to believe Black's prophecy.

   This dark magic sword will surely bring hope to the cause of fighting against the devil!

   "The undead it awakens are slaughtering our soldiers! Its evil will is bewitching our warriors! It is pushing our war to the brink of despair!

   Are you blind? "

  Ravencase took off his helmet and threw it on the ground, revealing his blood-stained face that he had killed all the way. That handsome face was no longer beautiful.

  Some are just hideous.

   "Get out of the way, living elf, I say one last time!"

  The big lord raised the magic blade Apocalypse, which was buzzing to the extreme, and looking at his appearance, if Hisari didn't let go, he would hack the elf in front of him to death.

   "You're right, the trouble with Frostmourne must be cleaned up immediately."

  The pirate's hand with black gauntlets emerged from the shadows and pressed it on Ravencrest's shoulder.

  The spiritual power belonging to the ancient sage poured into Ravencase's boiling emotions along with Black's contact, and quickly dispelled the abnormal mood fluctuations of the high lord.

  Black glared at the irritable Apocalypse, and he reprimanded:

   "Be quiet! Or throw you into the Maw! You know what the **** it is, right?"

   "Om"

   Apocalypse broke out with an unpleasant neigh, but the threat of the pirates was obviously very effective, the magic sword quickly quieted down, and Lord Ravencrest's motivated emotions quickly calmed down.

   He looked around in a daze, then to Blake, he said:

   "I am"

   "When Mommy Windrunner gave you this sword, didn't she warn you? Great lord, Apocalypse also has the power to deceive people!"

  The pirate looked at Frostmourne, who seemed to be shivering in the face of the crazy "Sick Brother", and said in a low voice:

   "Apocalypse, is a trial work of Frostmourne, it has all the characteristics of this magic sword, and compared to Frostmourne like a 'magic sword', Apocalypse is more like a weapon given to warriors.

   It does not have the exaggerated ability to control the undead and dominate the soul as Frostmourne, but instead it is more violent and crazy melee destructive power.

   In my opinion, Apocalypse is a better weapon than Frostmourne.

   The premise is that it can restrain its vicious and crazy character. "

   "Om"

   The magic sword in the hand of the great lord hummed again.

   This time, it brought a bit of admiration. It felt that although this nasty stinky pirate wanted to kill him with a sword, his vision was absolutely vicious and precise.

   One can see at a glance that he is better than Frostmourne.

   It's no wonder that the beautiful and noble sister Salamaine followed him so zealously. Speaking of which, the two uncompleted sister sword spirits are much better than their "weak" stinky sister.

   In short, Apocalypse's favorability is up!

   This scene was all witnessed by Frostmourne hovering on the altar.

  Although it is impossible to confirm whether this magic sword really has its own will, but facing the stupid brother Apocalypse who was easily dismissed by Black, Frostmourne still showed a very disdainful buzz.

   Such a stupid brother with strong limbs and a simple mind is enough.

   I really don't know why the soldier master wanted to shape Apocalypse into such a character and strength?

   It's too embarrassing to have such a stupid brother spread out, right?

   However, this smelly pirate seems to be very powerful.

   If he is possessed by him, he must be able to complete his mission perfectly, right? He seemed more suitable to be the "Lich King" than the weak prophet.

   A few seconds later, a faint temptation flooded into Black's mind, but before Frostmourne quietly stirred up the dark side of the stinky pirate's soul, he was swept away by an indifferent will.

"Go away! I don't know where the little wild cat came from! How dare you hand over your claws to my little master, you should have your claws chopped off! You are so black-bellied and so indifferent, you must cry for a long time when you are punched? "

  Xalatas scolded coldly:

   "Blake Shaw's love life is bad enough, don't put more 'burdens' on him! Hey, Sharatore, Eremeni!

   Your dear master is going to be 'stolen' by an alien sword girl!

   Come and save the car soon! "

   (end of this chapter)