Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1334 84. Frostmourne. Hungry

"I'm dying."

   Desperate thoughts rose up in Maris Demon Calamity.

  This demon hunter wielded his warblade diligently to try to cut a **** path in the sea of ​​undead, but there are too many undead, and they are not the same as demons, and they will not lose their power just because they are cut to the core.

  The vicious demon will not get up again as long as it is knocked down, but the undead will only "sit-ups" in place, which makes people not tired of it.

   Even beheading them won't stop them from continuing to attack, but will make things worse.

   Originally there was only one corpse to hunt down, but now after the "separate action", there will be a "Headless Horseman" and its head chasing you together.

   Unless you burn their complete corpses with flames and turn them into a pile of ashes, the matter can be settled, but if you encounter those particularly powerful undead, if you burn the body, some souls will turn into more troublesome spirits on the spot.

  To sum up, the undead are quite difficult opponents for demon hunters and all other classes except priests and paladins.

   As for how Maris Bane fell into the undead, this is a tragic story.

   Demon hunters sabotage the weapon system of a demon battleship.

   They should have joined the Watchers and continued to attack the remaining two battleships, but during the flight transfer, the unlucky Maris was knocked down from the sky by a big mephit in a decisive manner.

  The Demon Hunter has wings to prevent him from falling to his death, but the place where Maris landed was awkward. It just fell into the sea of ​​undead outside the hands of Gul'dan, and it was the center of the group of undead.

   This made it too late for anyone else on the ground to save him.

   However, the Demon Hunter veteran is by no means incompetent. Even if he was surrounded by undead, he still did not give up his resistance. He kept slashing with the moon blade in his hand, and used the Demon Hunter's superb high-speed movement to escape the pursuit of the undead.

   He had a very good chance of escaping, until on one occasion, when he landed, he was injured in the leg with a sling by the centaur undead hunter who had just "crawled up".

  Maris slumped on the dirty ground full of mutilated demon corpses, and through the gloomy aura that kept gathering around him, he knew that he was finished.

   In such a situation, it is impossible for him to leave alive, and he will also be killed by those undead, and then become one of them.

Although he didn't have a pair of eyes to look at, Maris could rely on his breath to feel that some of the undead gathered towards him had the stench of orcs and the special smell of holy light on those draenei. .

   even human

  Those paladins in heavy armor and faltering.

  My God.

  Can't even the Holy Light protect these poor people from death?

  After being surrounded by a large number of undead, Maris Demon Calamity, who was in a desperate situation, was still in the mood to think about this issue.

   He felt an undead stick out its claws towards him. Under stress, the demon hunter waved his moonblade and threw it out.

   pierced the cheap guy to the ground, but the demon hunter who lost his weapon was swarmed by a group of blood-stained undead in an instant.

   The breath of death made Maris' hair stand on end.

   "I'm afraid I'll be the first ever Demon Hunter Death Knight, which is a first."

   After the countdown to his life, Maris was still in the mood to tease himself.

   He gave up the struggle and let the claws rip open his armor, and he could even feel the claws of some hunched ghouls scratching at his fel-enhanced skin.

   Maris also thought about who he would think of at the last moment of his life. He had always thought that as a member of the Illidari, he would only dedicate his loyalty to Lord Illidan from life to death.

   But it turns out that when death comes, Illidan, a stinky man, cannot occupy the first place in the mind of this stinky man, Maris.

   What he thought of was the woman who once settled a future with him in the darkness of Black Rook Castle.

  Ilisana Ravencrest, the jewel of High Lord Ravencrest.

   He also promised her to explain the relationship to Lord Ravencrest after the battle, even though he was just a poor boy from Suramar, not worthy of the jewel of the Ravencrest family in every way.

   But considering that the elf empire is dead, so, go to **** with any status.

   But in fact, the current result is not much different from what Maris expected himself.

   After all, he thought the worst outcome was to explain his relationship with his daughter to Lord Ravencrest, and then be hacked to death by the angry Lord of Death.

   That was also killed by the undead, and now this one is also killed by the undead, and they were all killed by the undead.

"Ugh"

   Maris was scratched by a group of undead.

   He knew he was dying.

   He also knew that he was "delicious" in the eyes of these undead.

   "Farewell, my love. A sudden farewell, this is the life of a demon hunter. Sure enough, what Lord Illidan said is right, happiness and beauty will never belong to us."

   This demon hunter still mentioned Illidan's name at the last moment.

   These guys are really helpless.

   He felt a big mouth full of **** smell bite his neck, it should be a centaur, and only these guys have such a big mouth.

But just when Maris was going to burst out the fel energy suddenly, twist the bastard's neck with the demon form, and then use the fel energy to self-destruct with the surrounding undead to die, the **** mouth that bit him suddenly closed. go back.

   Not only that, but the undead who gathered around him also spread out at once, and the original hands and feet were also retracted, throwing him heavily on the ground.

   No one was interested in him anymore.

   It's as if Maris Bane went from a delicious steak that smelled of fel to a stinky sho.

   Before the demon hunter who smashed to the ground could react, he felt that the surrounding undead who were immersed in hunting flesh and blood seemed to have received an invisible order and began to roar and run in the same direction.

   It was as if a piece of scattered sand had a unified command in an instant, and began to truly march on the battlefield.

   "What's wrong with these **** lunatic undead?"

Maris got up from the ground in embarrassment. He was covered with bloodstains from the undead, but he didn't care about it. He just shook his head from side to side like a blind man, trying to figure out what happened. .

   As a demon hunter, he couldn't see the changes of those undead, and couldn't see the crazy blood-red light in their eyes turning into an indifferent blue in an instant.

  The change of the fire of the soul represents that these undead born of Frostmourne finally heard the voice of the sword bearer.

   "Frostmourne. Hungry."

   A hoarse and shriveled voice sounded behind Maris, and the Demon Hunter turned his head sharply, he felt his Moon Blade inserted into the opponent's head.

   This should be a boar undead?

   "What? Who's hungry? Go eat when you're hungry, what are you looking for?"

   Maris asked in confusion.

   The latter did not answer the question at all, but grabbed the moon blade inserted into the skull.

   pulled that thing out of his head in a harsh and creepy voice, and politely held the moon blade with his own brain in both hands, and returned it to Maris in front of him.

   This terrifying action seems to represent the "master" behind these undead inviting him to hunt demons together.

   As we all know, demon hunters are a group of lunatics who can cooperate with everyone in order to hunt down demons. Facing the invitation of the undead in front of him, Maris's face with black cloth strips showed a hideous smile.

   He took his moon blade with his backhand, and limped along with the nearly endless undead around him, dashing towards the demon's position. He even turned over and jumped on the back of a centaur undead.

   The latter ignored him.

   carried him fiercely and frantically knocked over a group of hellhounds, and rushed towards the nearest demon guard.

  The demons, known for their ferocity, certainly would not allow the undead to bully them.

   In the face of the undead rushing over, the demons quickly started a cruel and efficient counterattack. Relying on their good physical fitness, they chopped the undead to the ground with various weapons.

   But after these undead fell to the ground silently even if they were hit, they just gathered their broken bodies and got up again, and attacked again.

  The demons cut down one undead, and ten undead rush forward.

   Their brutality cannot bring fear to the undead at all, let alone destroy the morale of the undead with fear

  The undead have no such thing at all!

   They will only march silently until they overwhelm all the enemies.

  The demons who were attacked by the enemy couldn't react at all. They were attacking the anti-magic coalition in the hand of Gul'dan, and the flank was directly torn open by the terrifying sea of ​​​​dead.

   In addition, the swarm of insects detouring from the sky on the other side also began to charge in a group. Under the attack from both sides, the demon that was like a broken bamboo suddenly fell into the dilemma of being surrounded.

   The battlefield width of Gul'dan's hand is so large, no matter how many demons there are, it is impossible to push their own people up at once.

   "Undead! It's an undead!"

   Draenei Archbishop Neri, who was in charge of suppressing firepower at a high altitude driving a spirit dragon, waved to the ground frantically and shouted:

   "Those undead that rushed out of the Temple of Karabor turned their backs! Now they're helping us! Oh my God, the Light is on, there's no end to them!

  The ground cracked!

   How many people are buried here when the dead climb up from the ground! "

   The commanders on the ground are all stupid, the changes on the battlefield are so fast that people are caught off guard. At this critical moment, the old swords are still reliable.

   "Kor'kron! Charge with me!"

The blood-stained Brox Saurfang turned over, grabbed a wolf and mounted it, and raised the clan battle flag behind him. Kor'kron's elite wolf cavalry responded to the Overseer's call Called, the fierce greenskins quickly merged into a charging stream of iron.

   Varok Saurfang also rushed to support him on the wolf.

   When passing the human position, the old orc warned the paladins in a low tone:

   "The Hand of Gul'dan is close to the cemetery where the Shadowmoon clan buried its people. The number of undead that can be awakened here is unimaginable, and most of the bravest warriors in the history of the orcs are also buried here, rush out!

  Otherwise, when the undead in the ground break out of the ground, you will be finished. "

  The Great Knight Turalyan was startled when he heard the words, and he didn't care to give orders in a slow manner. He took out the horn from his waist and put it to his mouth and blew it. Soon, the Paladins from all over the place moved to the front of the position.

   But they didn't need to go head-to-head with the frightened demons with the mudleg orcs.

   They had the support of the archmages, and the Dalaran ancestral mass teleportation moved the Paladins and the warriors of the Brotherhood of Iron Horses in front of the position to the flank of the battlefield in three times.

  The road to the Hand of Gul'dan opened instantly, and the bewildered and violent demons, caught between the undead and the swarm, began to charge forward.

   But there is no way out.

In front of    is the elemental **** where the three-headed elemental demigods melee. The first group of demons rushed in and were washed away by the magma, swept by the storm, and defeated by the lightning.

   There is an "Elemental Meat Grinder"!

   But the demons had nowhere to go. There were enemies to the left and right, and demons in the back. They couldn't even turn around, so they could only bite the bullet and rush into the valley.

"ten minutes!"

  The smelly pirate who rushed into the sky on the flaming phoenix shouted to the lamp **** who was assisting the wind chaser in attacking the flame king Lukenson in the valley:

   "I have only ten minutes for the encirclement I've tried to secure for this world, work hard, Elementals! Work hard, shamans!

   I'm going to see a massacre in ten minutes!

  I'm going to make these demons bleed!

  I'm going to make the Legion fear me! "

"almost!"

  The lamp **** turned into a gust of wind and rushed into the sky, and it shouted to Black:

   "That guy can't hold it anymore, it can't be the opponent of the noble Storm Prince, the energy in its body has begun to stir, and it is about to explode.

   Its conservatively estimated power can level two-thirds of the mountainous area of ​​Shadowmoon Valley, and all the creatures within it! Forget the undead, don't your bugs retreat? "

   "To die here is to sacrifice for the Elders of the Ancients, and no noble Qiraji would refuse such honor."

  Black said grimly:

   "Besides, even if they withdraw, they won't survive for a month"

  The smelly pirate riding on the sky looked at the undead who were charging all over the mountains and fields below. From a high altitude, the entire Shadowmoon Valley was polluted by fel energy as if a blue "ocean" appeared.

   Each point of light in it represents the burning soul flame of an undead, and how many of these lights are there?

no one knows.

   There are no clear people.

   "That sword you got is terrifying."

  The lamp **** also saw the terrifying sea of ​​undead that drowned everything on the ground, and it whispered:

   "Even an element like me feels terrified."

   "It has nothing to do with that sword! You stupid business man."

  Blake shrugged and said with his pipe in his mouth:

   "It's just that this broken world needs these dead to serve it one last time! So they're called to slay the demons here.

   That's all. "

  The smelly pirate exhaled a smoke ring and looked back at the Karabor Temple behind him. He could vaguely see a petite figure standing on the highest spire of the temple.

  The guy holds a long sword like a blue torch.

   Every time she swings the sharp blade, the undead in the entire Shadowmoon Valley will set off a fierce attack and slash!

   Every time she raised the magic sword, more undead rushed out of the underground tomb.

  Blake blinked and looked at the dazed little blue people of Greene that only he could see on the earth, these messengers who sent their souls to the world of the dead took the initiative to return empty-handed today.

because

  Frostmourne, hungry.

   (end of this chapter)