Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 1335 85. Some farewells do not require words - add more updates for the "Silent Rain Falls" brother [15]

   "Go, kill!"

   Maris Bane, who was riding a centaur undead on the ground, has already killed him.

  He slashed and slashed all kinds of demons among a group of undead who were not afraid of sacrifice. In the tireless and fearless trampling charge of the undead, he felt that the demons were actively retreating.

   This is a very rare occurrence for demon hunters who are most familiar with the demon fighting style.

   Of course, the feeling of being able to defeat the devil with your own hands is so cool, awesome!

   Just now, with the help of a group of silent undead, Maris hunted down the first Fel Lord in his hunter career.

  Although he used the "backstab of justice" to overthrow the high-level demon, the feeling of hunting down a powerful enemy is really unbearable.

But just when Maris was about to follow the undead, who remained silent even when he was fighting, and rushed into Gul'dan's hands with great courage, he was thrown out of the hook by an undead hippogryph passing by from a low altitude, and his entire People are pulled into the air from behind the undead centaur.

   Lord Ravencrest, who rode the Hippogryph, glanced at the familiar demon hunter, and he always felt as if he had seen him somewhere.

   "Yes, boy, Illidan will be proud of you, but now it's time to retreat."

The high lord    noticed the fel lord's helmet hanging on this guy's waist as a trophy, and seeing Maris's bravery in battle, he encouraged him in a dead man's tone.

   Maris felt the anger in his heart instantly dissipated a lot when he felt Lord Ravencrest, and he asked:

   "Why retreat? We have the help of the undead now, and we should pursue the victory!"

   "Illidan didn't teach you, does retreat also contain power?"

  Ravencase said coldly:

   "The demons here are just running to death, be patient."

"All right."

The    Demon Hunter didn't understand, but it didn't prevent him from obeying orders.

   A few seconds later, as the great lord continued to save people and evacuate from the sea of ​​​​the dead, Maris suddenly said boldly and a little awkwardly:

   "That. High lord, I have something to tell you about your daughter, Miss Ilysana, that. I am with her. Well, we are together.

  I and she both hope to receive your blessings. "

"bless?"

   Death Lord waved his hand expressionlessly and said:

   "Of course I will give you blessings"

   "Ah, I knew you were the most generous, and she and I would definitely be shy? Why are you holding my hand? You want it? Ah, don't!"

   In Marius' scream, he was thrown from the Hippogryph by High Lord Ravencrest.

   Watching the Demon Hunter fall in the air, the frost-faced High Lord Kutalos Ravencrest finished the second half of his sentence:

   "The premise is that if you miraculously survive the impending elemental explosion, Illidan will lose a brave warrior today, and my precious daughter will be sad for a few days because of your accidental death.

   But it doesn't matter, a good girl like her can always find a better spouse, I think Blake Shaw is good. "

   "Ahhh"

  Maris, who was abandoned by the moody undead, made a wailing noise in the air. His leg was injured but his wings were intact, and he finally landed by gliding.

   But looking at the ruthlessly distant High Lord and his Hippogryph, Maris felt the heaviness of his heart.

   Wow, as expected of a ruthless undead, can you do such a thing?

   Maris also heard the second half of Lord Ravencrest's words. It was self-evident how powerful a "big explosion" that made the death knights start to retreat.

   He is now on the ground several kilometers away from Gul'dan's hand, but it is not safe here.

   Just as Maris was hurriedly preparing to find a way out, he suddenly felt a flash of fire across his head and that very familiar aura.

   In a panic, the Demon Hunter didn't care about his face, and shouted at the top of his voice:

   "Hey! The handsome and mighty pirate chief above, give me a ride!"

"Um?"

  Blake, who was riding behind the sky and whistling across the sky, yanked the reins, causing the sky to suddenly stop from supersonic speed. He rubbed his chin and looked at the ground, saying:

   "I think I heard someone say I'm handsome just now? Would you like to go down and have a look?"

   Cang Qiong screamed twice and expressed his opinion.

  Blake nodded in agreement and said:

   "What does a blind man know about beauty and ugliness? He just said it casually when he saw it, and it's not sincere at all. Forget it, leave him alone and wait to die, let's go."

   But a few seconds after the sky flew out, Black pulled the reins again and said:

   "But if even the blind can see my mighty and handsome, it means that this guy really has a heart that can find beauty, why don't you go back and save me?"

—

   On the other side, in front of the elemental altar in the deepest part of the Hand of Gul'dan, watching a large number of demons rush into the battle of the demigods, the shamans guarding here also began to retreat.

   The Fire Lord Lukenson of Draenor is at the end of his game.

   Its huge body full of fel energy has been slashed with cracks by the wind chaser with the elemental holy blade. The terrifying body has been unable to maintain stability, and even the magma of fel energy poured out of the broken body.

   In the face of Sunderland, the wind-chaser, who became more and more brave in Vietnam, the elemental rage formed by the fusion of the elemental spirits of Draenor eventually fell into the disadvantage.

   It's not that it's not strong enough.

   Just because the guy on the other side was born in a magical world where the elemental power is ten times stronger than that of Draenor, just like the rich boy who can smash the poor boy who has been malnourished since childhood even if he is hungry for a day.

   What's more, there is a group of dog-leg helpers from the Sky Wall on the Wind Chaser side.

   "The Elemental Imprisonment of Lukenson is breaking, and I feel that the elemental spirits belonging to Draenor are active again, right now, right now!"

Ner'zhul waved his hands excitedly during the    Elemental Ascension Ceremony. The old shaman is now covered with ritual materials that symbolize the four elements, and his cloudy eyes are full of light.

   He stared at Lukens, the elemental fury, who was being beaten by Windseeker Sunderland.

  As the most powerful shaman in Draenor, he could even hear the wailing of the elemental spirits imprisoned in the body of the "low-profile" Fire Lord.

   "Quick! Advance the ritual."

   Ner'zhul called to the three great shaman beside him:

   "The elements imprisoned within Lukens must be empowered before it explodes, otherwise they will have a hard time surviving the final explosion of the fel elemental.

  The fel energy has polluted the vengeful body of this element, turning it into a tyrant that must be destroyed. We must save them in exchange for their forgiveness and a new blessing to the world.

   I have to do this! "

  The old orc ripped open the close-fitting robe, revealing his body that was different from flesh and blood. His body was like a gray-white cast made of stone, and there was not a trace of blood vessels growing under the skin.

This strange form of    means that Ner'zhul has endured great pain and transformed himself into a half-elemental creature, but he did not do so in pursuit of power.

   is for this moment.

"bring it on."

   Drek'Thar with a black cloth strip on his face took a step forward, and the Great Shaman Nuboton of the Broken hesitated for a moment, then looked at Akama, whose expression was extremely gloomy.

   The latter pulled his black hood in the increasingly strong elemental power.

   He said in a hoarse voice:

   "On the day Karabor Temple was attacked and occupied by you shameless orcs, I swore that I would never let you go in this life! I want you to pay your debts with blood.

   But at this time.

   This may be your atonement for the world, or perhaps because Ner'zhul's sacrifice allows the world and the elemental spirits to forgive you. But don't forget, Orcs, you still owe us an explanation! "

   "No one will forget what happened in the past ten years."

   Drek'Thar said in a deep voice:

   "We're back, we've stood up to what we've done in the past, we're seeking forgiveness from the world, and I think that's a testament to our attitude.

   We will let the draenei forgive us, no matter the cost.

bring it on.

   Help us, help the world!

   Archbishop of Akama, please. "

   "If I didn't want to help, I wouldn't be here, but I still feel that some things need to be made clear in advance."

   Akama snorted, he touched the golden sickle around his waist, and finally raised his hands and called out the power of the elements with his shaman companions.

   The common call of the three legendary shamans made the rich elemental power in the valley quickly absorbed, and then continuously sent into the core of the ascending ceremony through their three positions.

   The old orc Ner'zhul, the bearer of power, cried out in pain.

   This process made the young orc Thrall who was beside him feel extremely cruel. As a shaman, he knew very well what the "Ascension Ritual" was.

   This thing was originally an evil way invented by some "dark shamans".

   is to forcibly change the form of flesh and blood through the infusion of a large amount of elemental power, transforming a fresh life into a twisted elemental creature, which they call "ascender".

   But such rituals have almost never been successful before.

   Any shaman who dares to try will eventually become a powerful but brainless monster.

An orthodox shaman like    Ner'zhul wants to try this ritual not because he is crazy, but only in this way can he transform into a form that can truly communicate with the elemental spirit face to face.

"what!"

  The hoarse roar of the old shaman spread all around the altar. During the process of the elemental force transforming the whole ceremony like boiling water, the last flesh and blood of the old orc was also elementalized bit by bit.

While this process was advancing, at the center of the battle of the elements ahead, Sunderland, the Wind Chaser, who was very similar to Alakir, floated into the thunder-splashed air, raised his left claw to call for lightning, and turned into a thunder spear, but did not immediately throw.

   Beneath it, the idiot Fenna, whose hair was standing up with electricity, activated the gods.

   roaring in the surging rage, he raised the small element holy blade in his hand and stabbed the already weak Fire Lord Lukenson in the chest.

   A gleaming fel beam erupted in front of Fenna, causing the stupid warrior to be swept away like a ball with a whimper.

   But the wound leading to the core of the fel elemental deformity has been opened, and Sunderland, the wind chaser in the sky, is worthy of being the most talented element lord born from the sky wall,

It seized the opportunity created by the fool Fenna, and gave it the thunder spear in its hand. king.

   Lukenson was wailing.

   It knew it was about to die.

   Being polluted by fel energy, the dark mind made it unwilling to admit defeat, so it roared and tore at its collapsing chest, and wanted to explode its last strength, pulling all the creatures on this earth to bury it with it!

   It was born out of the vengeance of the wrath of the world.

   It does not have the emotion of pity.

   "Om"

   Ner'zhul's Ascension Ritual will also be completed at this moment.

  The old orc who had completely lost his flesh and blood was suspended in the air in the form of an energy body, and his body filled with surging elemental power tried his best to make a "farewell" gesture to everyone.

   Ner'zhul's chaotic element-filled cheeks twisted toward the young orc Thrall before flying toward the exploding elemental anomaly.

   He seemed to be trying to make an encouraging smile.

   But as an Ascendant, he could no longer make any expressions, and could only throw to Thrall the Elemental Sacred Emblem and the Chief Staff of the Shadowmoon Clan that he had been wearing since the day he became a shaman.

   This means that Ner'zhul, the last "Great Prophet" of the Orc Tradition Era, chose his successor before he left.

   This also means that the young orc Thrall became the first "Great Prophet" to be recognized through orthodox inheritance in the new era of orcs.

   "Go, kiss the new world for me, my journey as a remnant of the old age has come to an end, bless me."

   Ner'zhul's last voice came from the turbulent wind. As an elemental ascender, he just raised his hand, and several shining star gates opened and stood in front of the shamans behind him.

   They can't participate in the next thing.

   is like the road of redemption that has come to an end, and others can only reach here.

   The last step can only be done by this complete witness to the end of the traditional era of the orcs, who personally started the violent era of the old tribes, and the old orcs who had a complicated life completed it by themselves.

   Thrall accompanied Elder Drek'Thar to step into the gate of the astral world. At the last moment of disappearing here, he looked back with a complicated expression.

   He could see invisible ascenders pouring into the curtain of fel light that erupted from the flame lord's remnant, and Ner'zhul embraced them with open arms.

   seems to be a relief that has finally passed his rough life to the end.

   "Boom"

  The next second after Thrall was engulfed by the Astral Gate, a terrifying elemental explosion centered on Gul'dan's hand and rushed out in all directions.

   This scene is spectacular.

   First, the ground of the valley shattered in an instant, and then pushed to the periphery like an undulating "wave", and everything disappeared wherever it went, whether it was demons, undead, or insects.

   Nothing can escape this terrifying natural disaster.

   At this moment, there was only the constant resounding of the earth's chirping and explosions. On the demon battleship high in the sky, the demon's commander was stunned to see what was happening below.

   All the elite demons in the entire Draenor were destroyed in less than ten seconds. Is this really something that mortals can do?

   Is this the limit of what this small world can do?

   Is this what mortals call a "miracle"?

—

The explosion caused by the    element cannot damage the elemental life itself. The fool Fina was protected by His Highness Sunderland with both hands in his arms. She was the only flesh-and-blood life at the center of the big explosion who completely watched this scene.

   Under the dumbfounded gaze of the idiot warrior, she saw the whole process of how the earth collapsed and destroyed. Frankly speaking, she was a little scared by the cruel work done by the stinky brother this time.

   But soon, Fina quickly took out the dwarf camera and took pictures. The idiot little star will definitely pay a lot of money for these crazy photos.

   "Hey, who is that!"

  Fina quickly discovered that in the sky of the elemental riot, a strange figure rushed into the elemental spirits of Draenor that had just been released.

   She somehow felt that the ugly guy was familiar.

   should be someone you know.

On Ner'zhul's side, the Ascendant, he saw the Four Elemental Spirits of Draenor. They were already very weak. In the face of the rebellion of the Orc who turned into the Ascendant, the Four Elemental Spirits were rude. Rebuke him to stay away.

   The furious flame was asking what he was doing here.

   Ner'zhul opened his arms, and the four pieces he bought from the Djinn at a great price, the cores from the four hapless elemental lords of Azeroth were given as gifts to the spirit of the four elements.

   This is enough to give them some power back in no time.

   But that's not enough.

   Ner'zhul collapsed his body and gave all the power of the ascendant to the spirit of the four elements. In the fusion of the elements where everything was still, he whispered:

   "I come. Atonement."

   (end of this chapter)