Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 367 76. Let me explain to you, what is a demon hunter!

  Crypt of the Watchers, this is a place Blake is very familiar with.

   is the same reason that he is familiar with Darkforge, Blackrock Mountain, and Atal'Hakkar Temple. At a certain time in the past, he often visited here.

   In that fun-to-play version, each class had a certain step in an artifact quest chain to complete in the Warden Vault.

   Not to mention those greedy adventurers who only pursue **** equipment, who are dominated by something called a keystone and want to die.

   That's right, it's you, Blake Shaw.

   In short, he came here as familiar as he was home, and knew how to go with his eyes closed. But before Blake's search began, he encountered some small "trouble".

   The speed at which the Naga and the Nightborne rushed into the burrow was so fast that people were caught off guard.

  When the elite prison officers were all led out of the burrow by Ms. Maiev and went to the surface to support the besieged Watcher sisters, the defense of the burrow entered the weakest stage.

   Maiev almost took away all the Wardens in the entire burrow, causing the entire Warden burrow to be completely undefended.

  The Naga, under the leadership of the grudge mistress Asisa, destroyed everything along the way, and were looking for the mechanism leading to the bottom of the burrow.

   And the Nightborne have a clearer goal.

  The commander Merandus, who entered here through the portal, brought a team of elite magic swordsmen, ignoring the Naga who was traveling with him, holding a fel energy detection device, and walked all the way to the center of the burrow.

   But the watchers have sealed the most difficult enemies captured in the 10,000-year hunt in the burrow, and they still live here, which proves that the area of ​​the burrow is beyond imagination.

  This is like a dungeon full of unhappy rooms.

   In the absence of a map, rushing into this place will only get lost in the labyrinth-like design. Obviously, when the watchers built the burrow, they had already considered the scene of being invaded by foreign enemies.

   "You dare to come to this place without a guide. How should I evaluate you?"

  The pirate hiding in the shadows, watching the Naga and the Nightborn scurrying around like headless flies, shook his head helplessly, he threw out the hook and landed precisely next to an inconspicuous owl statue.

   reached out his hand and twisted slightly on the statue.

   "click"

   With the activation of the magic under the hall, amidst the exclamations of the Naga and the Nightborne, the large circle in the center of the Warden's burrow hall, like an elevator, began to move down rapidly.

   A group of Naga and elves who were staying on top fell off the fast-moving platform, screaming all the way to the abyss nearly 100 meters high.

   "This is the legendary 'Murder Elevator', you stupid NPCs, study hard."

   The pirate hiding in the shadows complained. He looked at the burrow intruders who were overwhelmed by surprise, and said with disdain:

   "I'm here to scavenge treasures and meet 'Idols' by the way. What are you doing here? Are you here to die? Hurry up and don't bother me looking for good things."

   In his broken thoughts, he discovered the Naga and Nightborn elves who led to the underground construction method, and ignored the unfortunate ones who were thrown to death.

   They even communicated briefly for a while, as if they had reached an agreement. Mother Asisa's target was only Illidan Stormrage, while the Nightborne's targets were all imprisoned demon hunters.

  The goals of the two sides are not in conflict, and now it is a race against time. Once the watchmen and prison officers come back, they will all be finished, so the arrogant Naga generously allow the elves to travel with them.

During the second dive of the magic circle platform, it was covered with children of the night and naga. light up.

   He glanced around for a week, and soon found a group of weird elves who were imprisoned in the binding barrier of the second floor hall.

   "It's here!"

Commander    Nightborne waved his hand, and the magic swordsmen and arcanists who followed him immediately dispersed into the hall on the second floor. The layout and structure here were exactly the same as the hall on the first floor.

  There are four gates around the central hall, leading to the four seal halls respectively.

The    houses the most dangerous creatures the watchers have caught.

   And around the pillars around the hall, like jewels embellished, large pieces of dark green magic stone are inlaid on the wall.

  Melandus took his wing blade and walked to a rough magic stone.

   The light of the fel energy detector in his hand has shone to the extreme, representing that the magic stone in front of him is an entity condensed by the purest fel magic power.

   It looks like an inferior semi-transparent gemstone. In the shadows, you can vaguely see a wizard in the magic stone, like amber sealing a mosquito.

   He was still in a state of roaring, but it was as if time stood still, sealed in the fel magic power.

   "Ten thousand years."

   The magic swordsman raised his magical winged blade. He looked at the figure sealed in the fel stone in front of him, and said softly:

   "It's been ten thousand years, brave and unparalleled demon walkers.

   See how Tyrande Whisperwind treats the heroes of War of the Ancients. The Great Magister was right, that ritual of the moon didn't know how to lead the elves at all!

   Today, in the name of Suramar and the Nightborne, I will set you free! "

"boom"

The winged blade in the magic swordsman's hand rotated forward, cutting a few knives forward, and the crystal blade with the magic-breaking attribute slashed the surface of the fel stone. After Merandus retracted the winged blade, four interlaced sword marks appeared Emerges on the Fel Stone.

   is like a crack on the egg shell, no need for the magic swordsman to urge the destruction, a force born from the inside will smash the destroyed fel stone bit by bit.

   A few seconds later, the sound of glass shattering resounded in the hall. Under the gazes of the Nightborne Demon Swordsmen and Arcanists, the demon hunter who was sealed in the Fel Stone broke the seal himself.

   In a very weak posture, he fell out of the cage that imprisoned him, and was supported by Melandus again.

   "Call, call"

   The latter gasped violently, as if he had just learned to breathe.

   He was like a drowning man, struggling to raise his head while breathing. The Highborne had terrifying claw marks on his cheeks, but where his eyes were, he wore strips of cloth like blindfolds.

   Under the cloth strips, faint green light spots appeared.

   This is the Demon Hunter.

   was the bravest and craziest group of warriors in the Elven Empire against the demons of the Burning Legion 10,000 years ago. Everyone's heart is as strong as steel, and everyone's fighting posture is like a beast.

   They tracked the hidden demons better, blinded themselves in a terrifying ritual, and replaced them with demonic power.

   They lost their mortal vision as a result, but gained sharper ghost vision as a result.

   They fight demons with the power of demons, so they are called dark walkers.

   When stared at by these blind eyes, Mylandus subconsciously placed his fingers on the hilt of the magic wing blade around his waist, not fear.

   The naked demon hunter in front of him is very weak and does not pose a threat to the magic swordsman, but it is a feeling that is more indescribable.

   It was as if there was a real demon in front of him.

   rather than a blind elf.

   The aura on them is really indescribable, and it is really dark, which makes people look uncomfortable at first glance, and makes people instinctively want to stay away from them.

   "Now. What time is it?"

   After the weak demon hunter got out of trouble, the weird green tattoos on his body were shimmering, as if he was sensing the surroundings.

   asked again in old Sarasian intonation:

   "How long have we been trapped? Demon! Is the demon back again? Where is Lord Illidan?"

   "It's been ten thousand years, compatriot."

Mylandus made a gesture and asked the magic swordsmen and arcanists behind him to release more demon hunters. There were more than 30 detainees in the second floor hall, and there must be more in the third floor hall below. many.

   He supported the weak elf in front of him and said:

   "The devil has not returned to this world, compatriot.

  We are under the order of Lady Elisande, the great magister of Suramar, to welcome you war heroes who have been ignored and rejected by the night elves and return to the hometown of Suramar.

  The kaldorei are wrong to see you as a threat.

  We, the Shaldorei, will hand over the honor of being 10,000 years late to you. From now on, Suramar will be your home. You will no longer have to endure the stupid hostility from the Kaldorei, and you will no longer have to wander around. "

   The eloquence of this magic swordsman leader is not bad.

  's words were very emotional, and they were obviously rehearsed in advance.

   But his kindness made the weak demon hunter sneer. The tall elf blind sneered and replied bluntly:

   "We resist the demons, not to win admiration, nor to be called 'heroes'. As for the kaldorei, they are indeed a bunch of blindfolded idiots, but at least they have fought demons head-on.

  You Suramar elves chose neutrality early in the war!

   I have not seen you, or Elisande, on the battlefields of the War of the Ancients. Lord Illidan said that Elisande was a speculator.

   She can't be trusted! "

   The demon hunter pushed away the hand of Mylandus that was supporting him. Less than a minute after being released, he seemed to have regained his strength and stood up little by little.

   He looked around, sensing the companions who were released from the Fel Stone one by one.

   He said to the embarrassed Mailandus beside him:

   "We're blind, but we're not stupid. Elisande just wants to use us but that's fine, we're used to being sent on a mission to die.

  It was like this 10,000 years ago, and it would be nice to relive the feeling of being deceived 10,000 years later.

  Just, we only have one request! "

  The demon hunter turned his head and said to the leader of the magic swordsmen:

   "We must take Lord Illidan with us! No one is qualified to lead us except him!"

   He didn't give Melandus a chance to refuse at all. He turned around after speaking. Although he was blind, he accurately "looked" at the released companions in front of him.

   He gave the order in a sonorous tone:

   "Kawass! Take your team to open the sealed hall here. I feel that many powerful demons are here. We are all weak. Before performing the task, we must replenish our strength."

   "Seyana, you take your squad to the next floor, release all those recruits, let them rally, and go to the Warden's armory, our warblades and armor should be nearby."

   "Loramus, you are the best at tracking among us. You go to the bottom floor and look for the location of Lord Illidan. We will go to join you after the companions have replenished their strength."

   "Yes, Commander Alturis!"

A group of demon hunters who had been imprisoned for 10,000 years had just been released. Under their extreme weakness, they should have recuperated immediately, but under the stunned gazes of the Nightborne Demon Swordsmen, these guys seemed to feel that they did not feel at all. as tired.

   They did not hesitate when they received the order. Under the command of the Demon Hunter Commander named "Altrus", they immediately divided into three parts and carried out their mission in silence.

   They move freely in their cages, as if they are the masters of the place, ignoring the risk that watchmen may come at any time.

   On the contrary, they put aside the Nightborne who came to rescue them. This group of arrogant soldiers from 10,000 years ago did not even say a word of thanks, which made all the Nightborne very embarrassed.

   "Commander! Vandel can't hold it anymore."

   Just as a female demon hunter broke a fel stone with her fist, she saw her huddled companion trembling with difficulty, as if she was ill, unable to speak.

   This caused a sad expression on the face of the female demon hunter. She turned back and shouted to Commander Alturis, which also attracted the attention of other demon hunters.

  Those hunters who had no tasks at hand gathered together.

   They "watched" Commander Alturis stretched out his hand to take his comrade out of the cage and put him on the ground, the trembling Demon Hunter tightly grabbed Alturis' hand.

   He said in a difficult tone:

   "I'm sorry. I didn't. Resist it in my heart. Roar, it wants to. Control me, I'm sorry, I'm too weak. To shame everyone."

   "This is our destiny, brother, no one will blame you for it."

   Alturis half-knelt on the spot.

   This demon hunter, who was very rude to Melandus, showed a rare tenderness at this moment. He held his companion's blue-veined hand, and seemed to feel the pain of his companion.

   He said softly:

   "You've proven yourself ten thousand years ago, Vandel, and no one will think you're a coward. You're just one step ahead of us, brother, and you'll meet those victims in Elune's glory.

   Remember to tell our former comrades for us that we are still here, we are fine, and we will continue to fulfill our oath until the day the Burning Legion is completely defeated. "

   "Well, I will definitely tell you."

   A difficult smile appeared on the face of the painful Demon Hunter, and he trembled more and more, saying:

   "For me. Tell Lord Illidan, I can't continue to follow him, but I will never regret me. Remember me."

   "Everyone will remember your exploits, remember your name, we will tell your story to those recruits, and you will become an eternal part of the Illidari."

  Altruis' tone became softer and he said:

   "We will rescue Lord Illidan soon, and I will tell him exactly what you said."

   "Then, set me free."

   The pained hunter let out a sigh of relief and tried to maintain his final dignity. The female demon hunter beside Alturis swiped away the blade of the magic swordsman beside him.

  The latter is also elite.

   But he couldn't even resist, and his weapon was taken away.

  The huntress handed the sharp blade to Alturis with both hands, and the latter took it in her hands, stroking like a lover, swiftly and precisely stabbing the sharp blade into her brother's heart.

   "Today, we lost a brother. He survived the desperate war years, but fell in the night before dawn, and this is our destiny."

   Alturis stood up and said briefly to the silent others around him:

   "We will remember him."

   "Just as we remember others, as others remember us!"

   (end of this chapter)