Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 254 73. Applause for the ascension of the Black Hand Chief!

  Two demons ping-pong-pong on the edge of the Burning Steppes.

   The taller Demon Guard is fully armored, holding a black giant sword, roaring and slamming. The shorter one is Black. Although he also looks like a demon, his appearance is not as exaggerated and domineering as this orthodox demon.

   His body is more symmetrical and slender, and every inch of his skin is covered with thick fel energy and shadows, and circles of burning sacrificial halo burns mercilessly around him.

  Holding a war sickle and a sword, there is fel fire burning on the weapon, just like to experience the feeling of a magic warrior, and also face the demon guard in front of him.

   The most outrageous thing is that, relying on the weapon blessing and blade dance skills in his hand, as well as the agility unique to the assassin class, he actually has the upper hand in the toughness.

   The savage demon guard who was fighting roared back and forth.

   What's worse is that this guy Blake, while fighting, also taunts and draws hatred with demonic language, so that the demon guards enter a state of irrational fury.

   "That's your power? You don't even have the ability to fight, do you? I'm starting to get bored, kneel down! Don't waste my time, you lowly creature!"

   "Ahhh! I want you to hear the sound of hell!"

   The demon's eyes were reddened by Black's stimulation, and a mass of more violent power was awakened from his body, as if the whole person collided in a circle in anger.

   The sword swung down is stronger and more powerful, and the whirlwind slash is even crazier and more ruthless.

   But the more so, the better.

The more angry   , the greater the chance of flaws in the attack.

   And even if it is a demon, there is no way to stay angry all the time. When its power is exhausted, it is when the pirate strikes a wave of counterattack and completely beats it to the ground.

In the    demonized form, the personal attributes of the pirates are infinitely pushed to the critical point between the mundane and the legendary. In addition, there are various magical skills for their own use, as well as two legendary weapons and a piece of equipment attribute blessing.

It is not surprising that    crushes the Felguard numerically.

   After all, demons like Demon Guard, although they look arrogant and powerful, are actually the leading soldiers in the Burning Legion, and their power is rarely surpassed by legendary individuals.

   Nathanos, who came with him, didn't spend time watching two Demon Passion♂ wrestle.

   He rushed to the dog he was caught, and quickly rescued Desolate from the trapped state.

  The loyal dog was knocked out.

   Fortunately, the Royal Hound of Gilneas has a strong vitality, and this demon probably likes grilling live animals.

   This bad habit of "eating raw game" made Desolate save his life.

   "woo woo woo"

  The rescued dog was probably a little scared, shivering against Nathanos' legs, while the Ranger kept smoothing his pet dog to help him calm down.

   It’s not really that the dog doesn’t work hard, it’s just that it’s unlucky.

   ran out to find reinforcements according to Nathanos's order, and as a result, he was stunned by a punch from a high-level demon who did not know where he came from.

  Desolation is a good dog, it can kill orcs without fear.

   But the devil.

   This thing is beyond the limit that a dog can handle.

   "Dude, wake up, don't sleep!"

   When Nathanos was saving his dog, he did not forget the seven or eight soldiers lying by the campfire. He tried to bark them up, but he pushed them no matter what.

   Even a slap in the face could not wake up these warriors.

   Their bodies are still intact, without any obvious trauma, maintaining a sleeping posture.

   But just can't wake up.

"boom"

  The demonized pirate flapped his wings and stomped the big demon guard to the ground with his fel energy trampling. Without using weapons, he clasped the demon's head with both claws, and when he opened his mouth, he spewed out flames made of shadows.

   As if spewing out lava, he roared the Demon Guard in pain.

   After realizing that the demon was weak, the pirate stepped on its chest, clasped a mass of fel and shadow magic with both hands, and shot the demon under his feet to kill it.

  The green magic arrow was like a strange snake with its mouth open, bombarding the Demon Guard's chest, blowing its flesh into the air, and the pirate also performed a handsome backflip to end the demonization and return to human form.

   "cough cough"

  Blake coughed a few times, spewing black smoke from his mouth, as uncomfortable as swallowing a piece of charcoal in his throat, and felt a little weak.

   But it still holds up.

He took out the blood pact scroll he had prepared long ago from his luggage, bit his thumb, pressed his own blood handprint on the scroll, and strode to the side of the demon guard who was struggling in the same place, with most of his chest blown open. .

   put the scroll in front of it and shook it.

Say:

   "I won, honor the contract, crazy Clynflan."

   "How do you know my name?"

   The Demon Guard, who only had his last breath, did not intend to deny it.

  They are like this as a race, they love fighting, have a single tendon, and fanatical pursuit of strength, and they do not resist serving the strong who defeat them.

   But when he heard Blake say its real name in demonic language, the demon guard was very surprised. It took the scroll and honestly attached a strand of its own soul to the blood contract scroll.

  Blake's character card warlock skill slot, in the summons column, in addition to the little devil Daglop, finally has a second summon.

  The scroll of blood pact was also ignited by fel energy in the hands of the demon and disappeared.

   "Not only do I know your name, but I also know that you have been hiding in Azeroth for 10,000 years."

  The pirate snorted, squeezed out the handprint to dispel the summoned object, and said to the badly injured demon guard in front of him:

   "I know you are one of the few demons left in Azeroth after the War of the Ancients, eluding the constant hunt of the night elf watchers for these 10,000 years.

   At least in cunning, you are far superior to your countrymen.

   I will release you to another of my demonic servants, and you go and contact Daglop and follow his orders to help me hunt down a weak high-rank eredar in the demonic world of Niskara.

  I am waiting for your good news. "

   In the face of the summoning release of the Warlock's magic, a gate to the Twisting Void was opened with difficulty, and the severely injured Demon Guard propped up his body with his sword and made a submissive gesture to the pirate.

   But the mouth is still hard.

When    stepped into the door of fel energy, he threw harsh words to Black and said:

   "My failure is only temporary, you don't want to control me forever!"

   "Really? I don't see it that way."

  How could the sharp-toothed pirate lose the fight? He glanced at his demon guard and said:

   "You can always try to defect, but for me, that would be a good chance to relieve the boredom."

   Seeing the bickering, the Demon Guard covered his wound and stepped into the Fel Gate, but before it left completely, the pirate glanced at Nathanos.

   He said to his demons:

   "Did you forget something?"

  “嘁”

   The severely injured Demon Guard also winked. He threw out a few soul stones and was caught by the pirates. As the evil energy in front of him dissipated, the tall demon also disappeared into the material world.

  Black also vaguely heard an excited roar from the other side of the Twisting Void.

  This unfortunate demon guard, trapped in Azeroth for 10,000 years, hid in XZ all day, and now he was finally sent back to his hometown by the warlock. Thinking about it with your heels, you can see how happy that guy is in his heart.

   It must have had a bad time in Azeroth.

   is obviously a muscular man who is not good at magic, but he was forced by the cruel reality to learn a powerful camouflage technique.

   In its human form, it does not emit any fel energy.

   If the pirates didn't know its details, they would probably have been deceived by it without the need for reconnaissance.

   "This shows how powerful the night elves' watchers are."

  The pirate played with the Soul Stone and walked towards Nathanos, thinking:

   "Before the guardians of Tirisfal appeared, those owl ladies were responsible for chasing down demons throughout the world. As long as these ancient demons appeared, they would be bitten to death by them.

  Unfortunately, after the high elves migrated to the Eastern Continent, they didn’t come here very often. "

   With this kind of thinking, Black threw the Soul Stone in his hand to Maris and said to him:

   "The souls of these soldiers were taken away by the demons. If these soul stones are broken, they will wake up. But a serious illness is unavoidable, and it is estimated that they will not be able to fight in the future."

   "How come demons appear in the Burning Steppes?"

  Maris picked up the soul stone, pulled out the dagger, and smashed the thing with a bang, and immediately there were two soldiers beside him screaming in nightmares.

The    Ranger woke them up and turned to Black and asked:

   "You seem to recognize that demon? Have you seen it before?"

   "I've seen it."

  The pirate blew a whistle and summoned his **** warhorse to the material world. As he turned on his horse, he said to Maris:

   "In many corners of this world, there are demons from ancient battles remaining in Azeroth. These guys can survive the tragic night chase. They are not necessarily powerful, but they are definitely cunning.

   But you can rest assured, because of the existence of Tirisfal Guardians and Quel'Thalas, the northern border is absolutely safe.

   Most of the demons hiding there were killed, and a small number were thrown into the Violet Prison.

   Send these soldiers back, and stop by the camp to receive your award. I'm going to do some private affairs. In a few days, I'll be waiting for you in Lakeside Town, Redridge Mountain. "

After   , the pirate turned his horse and was about to leave, but after taking a few steps, he turned back and said to Maris:

   "Bring me a word to Shore, if he can meet Duke Alexandros Mograine, remember to ask him if the black crystal trophy he just got is for sale?

  If His Excellency the Duke is willing to give up his love, I can pay for it at all costs.

  If he doesn't want to, then forget it, don't force it.

   Anyway, there will be opportunities to steal in the future. "

—

   "Chief, those dark iron dwarves arrogantly asked us to let us out of the lower floors of the Blackrock Spire. They are extremely rude, they are taking advantage of the fire! We should fight back!"

   "Yes, Chief! Our warriors have just suffered a defeat. They are very depressed and depressed. We should fight those dark iron dwarfs to restore the warriors' confidence."

   "Chief, the orcs of the Blood Ring clan are unwilling to join us. They claim that we are a group of cowards, and they also say that they will leave Blackrock Spire and fight the Alliance."

   "Chief, those rude bone-chewing orcs deliberately destroyed the canal, they also littered the excrement everywhere, the toilet was blocked! Some of the food we took back was also contaminated."

   "Chief."

"boom"

   "Enough! Let me be quiet for a while?"

   On the upper floor of Blackrock Spire, in the hall where Orgrim Doomhammer once stayed, Red Blackhand slammed an angry fist on the table, and roared at his subordinates who kept reporting bad news to him:

   "Can't you handle these things? Come and ask me, you bastards! Get out and let me be quiet for a while. I'm very tired, come back to me later."

   Seeing the chief get angry, the orc warlords of the Black-toothed Laughing Clan look at me, I look at you, and quietly exit the room.

   In the dark room, the brazier set up was burning, and the flames beat out the crackling sound, and the irritable Red sat on the seat of the Great Chief in Orgrim.

   This was the position he had always dreamed of.

   But now, he feels that this seat is too uncomfortable.

   It is uncomfortable to sit no matter what.

   It took less than a day for the fugitive orc to take over, and his brain was about to explode.

   "Your performance just now is not like what a qualified warchief should have. You have also seen how Orgrim handles these things, why can't you learn from him?"

   A familiar voice resounded in the dark corner of the room. Reid raised his head suddenly, and saw a Warg between the virtual and the real, quietly stepping out of the shadows.

  Behind the wolf, there was Blake with his hands behind his back, as if he were inspecting work.

   "Captain!"

   Reid shouted in a conditioned reflex, but saw Blake make a silent gesture and pointed to the door.

   The next moment, the pirate stretched out his left hand gracefully.

   As if he was meeting the king, he made a salute to Reid in front of him. He said:

   "I haven't seen you for a long time, congratulations on getting what you wanted, Honorable Chief Red, but maybe after a while, it's time for you to shovel **** and repair the sewers."

   "Tsk tsk, it's really embarrassing to see you as a great chief."

   (end of this chapter)