Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1358 108. This moment is the time of prophecy!

   Arthas watched Frostmourne crumble before his eyes.

The delicate rune ice shards on the Demon Blade Sword flew in all directions in a slashing and slashing manner, and the Demon Sword that shattered from the center also seemed to have been destroyed and completely smashed into Yrel's hands. Crash.

   In just a few seconds, there was only a hilt that quickly "melted".

   This scene made everyone around him wide-eyed, including Uther and Da Suohan, who rushed over with a mortal heart, carrying the monument of sin, and the brave paladins who followed them.

   This scene also caused Arthas to echo countless myths in his mind at this moment.

   Are you that powerful?

   You can actually smash the terrifying magic blade that the demons forged in the world of death with one sword?

  Is it the kind of very powerful and powerful son of heaven in the third-rate knight novels?

No way?

   This victory came a little too easy, right?

  The hoof girl Yrel, who was riding on the death horse, twitched her mouth when she saw the melted hilt in her hand.

  According to the original plan, she should stick to it for at least half an hour, but I didn't expect that these two boys and girls who cooperated perfectly would break through this ghost trick so quickly.

   "Alas, the fake product that the stinky pirate took three days to make is really unreliable, and I really am not a good actor. Samara is right, I have no talent for acting."

   Yrel shrugged and muttered in a low voice.

   She threw away the "hilt of the magic sword" in her hand, and backhandedly took out the rune gem warhammer that she was more comfortable using from her luggage.

  Deathhoof girl stretched her body and waved it casually. In the collision of the weapon, the sluggish Arthas was smashed and flew out in the cold howling wind and the powerful annihilation blow.

   With the low roar of the death horse, Yrel, who finally got rid of his "actor" status, does not need to disguise as a commander-in-chief who is commanding the army at the rear.

   She started charging.

   The gloomy storm gathered by the aura of death in the harsh winter wrapped around her frost-covered battle armor. The hoof girl, strengthened by death, did not challenge her opponent, and rushed towards the two great knights in front of her.

  The war restarted at the next moment.

   As if nothing happened, but as if something terrible happened.

Little Jaina crouched down among a group of ice sculptures, picked up the "hilt of the magic sword" that Yrel had thrown away on the ground, put it in front of her eyes, and found a line behind the hilt that made her eyes twitch" illustrate":

   "This model was designed by Tan Reid Proudmoore and handcrafted by the world's number one little star, His Royal Highness, product code 00001.

  This model is well-made and made of exquisite materials, and it is really a fine product for collection and play.

   This model does not have any magical ability, nor can it be used in any war scene, it is only used for daily display and collection, because the two producers are not responsible for all serious consequences caused by wrong use! "

   There is also the autograph of His Royal Highness Xiaoxingxing Long Feifengwu below the description.

   At first glance, it is a limited edition "Blue Dragon Figure". The material used in this craft and model of the Coldarra Wannian Ice is worth nearly 10,000 gold coins in the market.

   "Tan Reid! You idiot brother! Kill you!"

  Little Jaina's heart exploded, and the melting hilt of the magic sword was crushed on the spot.

   She glanced at Arthas who limped up, and without saying much, grabbed his wrist and jumped back into the portal that she had opened.

   This deceptive style must be the work of the foolish brother.

   Nasty Blake must have slipped into Northshire Abbey by now, he played everyone with applause, heck! The stinky brother is the most annoying!

  I specially skipped class to ask for leave and came here to stop him from doing something wrong!

   Damn!

   It's no wonder that Dean Lanyue was so quick to approve the leave this time. The cunning Dean must have guessed the outcome of this battle. It's no wonder that she was so generous in guaranteeing to others that Narthas Academy would never get involved in this dispute.

   She was sure that stinky brother would win.

   I just don’t know if it’s too late to send it back now? —

  “Shu”

  Black spread his wings in the mid-air concealment, allowing himself to suspend the super-fast fall in the air caused by jumping off the cliff of the Burning Plains in a circle.

   He glanced at the sky, and the sky carrying him was quickly escaping this airspace.

   The short stay just now made it noticed by several golden Valkyries.

  The smelly pirate is not worried that the sky can't escape. His bird is flying at the fastest speed and no one can catch it. The most troublesome thing is below.

   In his pre-selected fall area, beside the big waterfall on the edge of the valley of the Northshire Abbey, a group of heavily armed Stormcast Heroes are stationed there.

   The tallest one can see his face from a distance.

   In fact, you can tell who he is just by looking at the storm sword with flying rainbows in his hand. He is the gatekeeper of Valarjar Fortress and Heimdaller, Odin's war pioneer.

  Beside this guy, there are not only heroic warriors patrolling back and forth, but also several storm dragons flying around with heroic dragon knights.

   Obviously, the "back door" of the valley where the North County Abbey is located is also heavily guarded by the righteous people who gather here today.

  The pirate grinned, and he even took the initiative to remove the shadow's disguise, flapping his wings and gliding to the ground in front of a group of vigilant Heroic Spirits.

   The heroic warriors on the ground quickly discovered the smelly pirates in the sky, and several archers grabbed the thunder-forged bows in their hands and threw the iron arrows shining with the light of runes.

  This thing is the size of a human head just by the arrow.

   There was also a group of heroic berserkers who pulled out their throwing spears and throwing axes, and with just one order, they could chop Black, who had nowhere to hide, into meat sauce while gliding down in the sky.

   But before they shot, Heimdall, who was wearing a heavy helmet of the Heroic Spirit, raised his hand and pressed it on the bow raised by the Heroic Spirit Warrior beside him. The meaning of this action was obvious.

  The next moment, all the Heroic Spirits put down their weapons.

   They watched Blake land leisurely with gleaming eyes, just before their line.

   "Get out of the way!"

  The smelly pirate moved his shoulders with his pipe in his mouth and said:

   "Do you still want me to say a secret language? Didn't His Majesty Odin tell you to 'do things well' before you came?"

   "The Lord of War said to me personally, let me satisfy all your reasonable and unreasonable demands."

  Heimdall's low voice came from the urn under the helmet.

   He stood in front of Black with the Storm Sword and did not give in. The huge heroic giant said in a deep voice:

   "But the King of War also told me that a definite message must be brought back to the Hall of Valor. The broken sword that the warrior Fina brought back with the breath of Lord Aggramar is not enough to win the trust of the Titan guardians.

   This is not only the meaning of Lord Odin, but also Lord Raiden. "

   "You stone and steel heads are so annoying!"

  Blake breathed out a smoke ring, waved his hand and said:

   "Argus is suspended in the sky of Draenor. That demon world was brought over by my brother and I. You can send your Valkyries and tol'vir to cross the Dark Portal to see it with your own eyes.

   As for the guarantees Odin and Ryden need

  You just go back and tell him. "

  The smelly pirate pulled the wooden box on his back and walked forward, whispering:

   "There is more than a fallen titan in that world, that throne. Although Lord Sargeras is still fighting against the void at the end of the physical universe, he hides something quite terrifying in the Burning Throne of Argus.

   Odin and Ryden will get their wish!

   When I'm done with a few chores in Azeroth, I'll go back to Argus with them, with you and the draenei, and we might even figure out a way to fight the demons there.

   Of course, I don't think that's going to happen.

   Demons are not that stupid.

   How long will it take you to gather all your strength and step into the stars to save your shapers? "

  The pirate asked.

  Heimdall didn't answer immediately, the giant just stepped sideways out of the way.

   This action caused the Thundercast Heroes behind him to look at each other in dismay. They had all heard the story of Anduin Lothar, and they all believed that this soul deserved a place in the Hall of Valor.

   This is also the main purpose of their coming to the human world today. They want to protect the soul of this great man from the temptation of darkness.

but now.

what's going on?

  Why did Lord Heimdall let this guy with something dark on his back cross the line of defense so easily?

   "You must be wondering if Odin is crazy."

   Black felt the suspicions of the Heroic Spirits, and he shouted loudly before disappearing into the shadows:

   "This concession does not mean that the Lord of War has given up on Anduin Lothar, in fact, His Majesty Odin just saw clearly the path that the soul must walk.

   His fate has been closely related to this world.

   As for you

Heroic spirits, rather than wasting time doubting me here, I think you should hurry up to sharpen your knives and guns and train your combat skills, because the Heroic Spirit Legion that Odin prepared for Ragnarok will soon usher in your birth. mission carried.

   Heroic Spirits.”

   The smelly pirate laughed and said;

   "You are to follow your leader, and with me, to save a group of gods among the stars! Who would refuse such glory? Would you?"

   His voice dissipated and his body was hidden in the shadows. At this moment, all the heroic warriors were immersed in the glorious prophecy brought by the smelly pirates.

   One by one, their bodies trembled with excitement, and they looked at their leader Heimdall.

  The gatekeeper of Valhalla sensed those eager gazes.

   He didn't say yes or no, he just ordered as usual:

   "Open the Rainbow Bridge! Heroic Spirit Legion, we withdraw to Valarjar. There are many things to do next, but the supreme glory is calling!"

   "Hmm! Hooray!"

  Heimdall's response was equivalent to confirming that Black's prophecy was true, which instantly boosted the morale of all the heroic warriors who were just lost.

   They cheered and roared as they stepped into the rainbow bridge that opened in front of them.

   Although a little cold-blooded.

   But at this moment, no one really paid attention to the fate of Anduin Lothar.

  The pirate made a deal with Odin, and the traded item was Lothar's soul.

   Obviously, Black offered generously and easily persuaded the King of War to give up the great man's soul.

   The stinky pirate who easily passed the Heroic Spirit defense line hummed a song, walked leisurely in the shadow of the tight position, and even had time to touch a few bulging wallets.

   And the sudden retreat of the Heroic Spirit Legion also instantly alerted the frontline battlefield of the North County Abbey. This time, the shining Rainbow Bridge no longer brought hope, but cast a terrible shadow on the hearts of the leaders.

  The paladins on the front line are frantically returning to defense, but the undead will not give them this chance.

   At this moment, even the weak black knights saw that Black's secret operation was getting better, and the seemingly invincible Allied Forces of Order panicked!

  Hahaha, is there any hope of success in this impossibly evil adventure?

   "Go!"

  Eridin, the king of the black knights, jumped out of his hiding place.

  His gorgeous dark helmet was still stained with grass clippings from hiding, but at this moment, Eredin, a businessman, grasped the opportunity to "make a name for himself".

   He roared and led the black knights to charge with a heroic attitude they had never seen before. Although he was knocked over two or three times on the spot by several great knights holding holy relics, what did it matter?

  The reputation of the Black Spirit Pirates will soon spread across the world with today's upheaval.

  Hahaha, they are going to be awesome too.

   Sure enough, it's cool to have a large reputation achievement!

  The frontline battlefield is already a mess. Under the stalking of the undead, the Paladins and the Knights of the Iron Horse could not withdraw at all, and the Uncrowned, who had been hiding all the time, also began to act.

Under the command of Jack the Red-haired, with Valeera and Tao Ya as the vanguard, they emerged from the shadows and used a very short speed to make a mess of the North County's mage position, making large-scale teleportation impossible. implement.

   Everything came to the last moment.

The key to the    victory lies in the chapel where the coffin of Lothar is placed.

  Although there was only Black there, no one doubted that their master and their captain would surrender victory at this last moment.

   "Poof"

   In the blood splattered, Archmage Antonidas did his best to hold up the shield of arcane spells and Time Shine, and only then did he teleport himself out of the Void Rift at the last moment.

   But before he could stand firm, a gloomy dogtooth pierced the Archmage's waist and abdomen from behind like a ghost in the posture of a "poisonous flying knife of justice".

   is not fatal.

   But the pirate who appeared later grabbed the handle of Dogtooth and stabbed it again with a powerful kidney shot, almost smashing the left kidney of the old mage.

   But considering the age of Master Antonidas, he probably won't need this stuff.

   shatters, it's not a big problem.

"Old man, don't get excited, don't move, my poisonous knife is on your internal organs, if it scratches a little or something, I will be charged with assassinating the ruler of Dalaran. ."

  The stinky pirate supported the pale-faced archmage with a gentle gesture, and it took him a little time to subdue the sturdy old man.

   He is here today to celebrate the Lich King's ascension to the throne. This is mostly a delicacy, and he didn't come here specifically to kill people, so it would be best if there were no casualties.

   For such a grand coronation, there must be enough spectators.

   "Come, sit here, cover here! Yes, press down hard, don't let go, or you will bleed heavily."

  Blake was very old and helped the staggering archmage to the bench of the monastery and asked him to sit there. The moment he pulled away from the blade, Antonidas' face turned pale.

   "This is the best viewing room, don't say I don't take care of you in the future."

  Black grinned and patted the Archmage on the shoulder, while wiping the blood from the blade on the luxurious robe, he turned around with the Devourer's Fang.

   He knew that Lothar was in the hall less than fifty yards away from his eyes.

   But it's not easy to walk those fifty yards.

   To the left of his eyes is the sullen-faced Chi-Ji Tianzun, and to his right is Tyrande Windspeaker with the Luna bow.

  The good news is that the High Priest of the Moon came alone, and she did not bring the great Druid baby she tamed 10,000 years ago with the exception of Her Excellency Dorisul, the lunar owl who accompanies her.

  The bad news is that, looking at the level of the Luna Light shrouded in Tyrande, it is clear that the High Priest of the Moon did not intend to release water in the next block.

  Black glanced at the junk knives in the other hand that had become weak after sensing a strong enemy. He shrugged and inserted the sharp blade back into the weapon buckle at his waist.

   He has come to the land of prophecy at the time of prophecy, and the fate that he has prepared has come to be revealed.

   I won't be able to use weapons for the next thing.

   He just raised his hands and said to the two demigods in front of him:

   "We don't have much time, so let me convince you with my best prophecy, give me two minutes, you two, and I'll let you guys out of the way."

  Tyrande reached out and touched his forehead, and the more majestic moonlight swayed out, dispelling all the shadows that could hide, while Chi-Ji Tianzun flapped his wings, the blazing fire of hope surrounded his eyes, blocking all the paths for Black to escape.

   "You can try, pirate."

   So said the high priest.

   (end of this chapter)