Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 572 125. Getting married? Get a fart!

  In the chaotic palace, a group of kings, escorted by their attendants and knights, were quickly evacuating towards the safety zone.

When   Lothar left, he took the most difficult orc chieftains with him. Although the remaining orcs were difficult to deal with, they did not exceed the limit that the elite guards could deal with.

   This gave the kings a chance to leave "calmly".

   "Look at these immortal greenskins! Dai Lin is right, we should have killed them all in the first place!"

   King Thoras Trollbane, who held the ceremonial scepter, was guarded by his own Arathor greatsword knight, and he was not afraid of the fighting in front of him and behind him, the blood flowing and the corpses in the blood.

   He also fought wars when he was young, and I have seen such scenes a lot.

   However, the King of Stromgard was in a bad mood. As he retreated, he said to King Terenas, who was beside him with a cold face:

   "Their target is Lothar, and if Lothar dies, they'll probably attack and free the orc shelters all over the continent.

   Once those **** are released, there's another orc war waiting for us. Today is a warning, Menethil, that we must make an early decision. "

   "Gene has long been dissatisfied with spending money to 'build houses' for orc captives, and today this incident will definitely be the best reason for him to mess around."

   The expressionless King Terenas held the ceremonial sword at his waist.

   His attention was not on the battlefield in front of him. He pondered political affairs in his mind, and thought about the consequences of today's orc attack in a short period of time.

As for the interruption of his daughter's wedding, although the old king was very angry, as a monarch who is skilled in political calculations, he is accustomed to always put consolidating power and strengthening the kingship of Lordaeron first in his thoughts. .

   He glanced back at the battlefield in the palace and said to his current political ally, King Thoras Trollbane:

   "Look at how happy Dai Lin will be.

   Ever since we decided to build a shelter for Orc prisoners of war, he must have 'wanted to die' these greenskins. He lived a really simple life, so simple that it didn't look like one of us. "

   "Poor Daelin just lost her son, Menethil, don't be so mean."

   His Majesty Thoradin shrugged and replied as he walked towards the exit of the palace with the clashing weapons and roars of the knights and the orcs fighting fiercely:

   "I can totally understand his anger and hatred for Greenskin, if Greenskin kills my son, I must be as angry as Daelin.

   These orcs only bring trouble, endless trouble.

  The war they brought is disgusting enough, and the various events after the war made our alliance almost fall apart.

   I'm more and more agreeing with Dalene and Gene's ideas.

   They all be damned. "

   "That's the warrior's thinking, Trollbane."

   King Terenas shook his head, stroked the hilt, and sighed:

   "It would be nice if things were that simple, old friend. But speaking of it, things can actually be that simple, as long as we are"

   "His Royal Highness! Don't go out!"

  The old king was discussing politics with his companions, but his son was impatient to hear it.

   As he crossed a corridor and was about to leave the disgraceful palace that had been destroyed by the dragons, Arthas suddenly snatched the sword from the guard's hand and rushed towards the muddy battlefield where the tide receded outside the palace.

   "Alsace, don't go! Come back!"

   The old king, who was calm just now, was also a little flustered, and he shouted:

   "Bring me back! You little idiot! Garithers, go and stop him!"

   "There is my friend! Father."

   Little Arthas shouted.

   His eyes were fixed on the battlefield ahead, where little Jaina, who had been brought into danger by that **** Blake, was "fighting alone" in the center of the area covered with blood-red "smoothies".

   He can't sit idly by, he has to help her.

   Arthas's voice was trembling, but it was not fear. It was a kind of worry mixed with the excitement of the first actual combat and the excitement of rescuing the girl in distress with the feeling of a knight.

   He held the long sword in both hands, called the Holy Light to join him, and shouted to his father without looking back:

   "I can't give up on them, you withdraw first!"

   After finishing speaking, the little prince crossed the side of an orc with a neat sliding shovel.

After getting up, he kicked the orc's ass, kicking the greenskin to a stagger, and slashed the orc's left leg with the sword in his hand. out and stabbed into the orc's neck.

   Hot blood was scattered everywhere.

   "The combat skills taught by Blake Shaw that smelly thing are quite useful."

   Arthas, who had won the first battle, breathed heavily, thinking of this, and then dragged his sword towards Jaina, who was familiar with the magic formula of "ice-piercing".

  The blessing of the Holy Light made him extremely fast, and the five knights sent by the old king behind him could not keep up with him.

"what!"

   Just as little Arthas rushed out, behind the palace, Princess Calia, who had been waiting in the dressing room for the grand wedding to begin, was being escorted out by the guards to join the king.

   But just as they were leaving, the panicked screams of the maids suddenly came from the entrance of the place.

   King Terenas, who was being escorted to safety by Marshal Garithus, looked back, his eyes narrowed in shock, and he said to the Marshal beside him:

   "My daughter! Go and save her!"

   A group of retreating people looked to the back of the palace, where the palace smashed by dragon fire fell a lot of rubble, and the princess who was escorted away by the guards was blocked by the collapsed wall.

   If so, that's fine.

  The most terrible thing is that there is something that doesn't look like a good thing at first sight. Holding a burning magic steel sword, he strode towards Princess Calia.

   That guy leaves a charred mark on the ground with every step he takes.

   He looks like a pointy-eared elf.

   But his size is two circles larger than that of an ordinary elf. He is wearing a set of dark armor in a demon style. On his naked chest, he can still see stitched stitches and the demonic energy burning on the surface of his body.

   This is a "Fel Spirit"!

  The loyal guards around the princess and the elite guards of the Prestor family rushed to the uninvited guest without fear of death, but were cut down one by one by the latter and his amazing swordsmanship.

  It wasn't a simple swipe of a sharp blade. There were obvious traces of magical blessings on it, which made the sharp blade wielded by this fel spirit to be fast and deadly, just like a gust of wind passing through and the leaves withered.

   "Archmage, save my daughter!"

   Seeing that Princess Calia was being approached by the strange fel spirit, the Archmage Modera, who came to watch as a guest, took out the battle staff at the old king's request.

   She prepared a precise teleportation technique to go to Princess Calia's location, but Lady Jinjian, who was maintaining arcane protection, observed the attacker and said in a confused tone:

   "This is obviously the creation of the devil, why does it appear here? Although the court mages of Lordaeron are not top-notch, they are not unable to do even the most basic space ban.

   There is something wrong with this guy. It may have been summoned by someone present. Moreover, looking at the lines on his body, does it feel familiar?

   is very similar to the hunting magic pattern on the Demon Hunter who appeared in the Silverpine Forest incident before, and seems to come from the same source. "

   "Indeed, but such speculation is meaningless."

   Archmage Drendon, who was beside Ms. Golden Sword, shook his head. He also drew out his combat wand and said:

   "If you catch that guy, there will be a way to find out his origin. I'll go first, Modera will cover, and Ms. Jinjian will continue to protect the important people here."

"Um."

   The three archmages formulated the battle strategy in a few words.

   Archmage Delandon threw the teleportation technique on himself, and used a superb teleportation technique to send himself and a group of royal guards around him into the retreating direction of Princess Kalia's team.

   The orcs are behind them, and they are aggressive. It is better to rescue the eldest princess of Lordaeron and retreat before talking about counterattacks.

   But just as this teleportation technique took effect, a teleportation door opened on the side of the fel spirit, and a strange pirate with a hood walked out of it.

   He raised his fingers, clasped the invisible magic power, and plucked it gently like a harp.

  As the hood fluttered, an extremely precise drop of magic power slammed into Delandon's teleportation magic node.

   That feeling is very subtle.

   If the teleportation technique of the archmage is a classically played chord, then this sudden vibration is a chorus of out-of-tune chaos in the movement.

   was just stuck in the convergence of teleportation magic, and bumped into the node where the portal was about to open, disrupting the most critical node in the magic operation, causing the entire teleportation to collapse in an instant.

   The teleportation spell that had just started was forcibly terminated, like a magic bomb being detonated, causing the energy that was operating under the guidance of the Archmage to flow back in reverse and explode on the spot.

   However, the energy with terrifying and destructive power was guided to the ground with superb spellcasting skills, and the surrounding ground roared, completely shattering the passage leading to the princess in front.

  The destructive power of that group of magic power is tightly bound within five meters, and even if it crosses this "invisible line", it will be safe even if it is one meter away.

   But a team of Lordaeron royal guards who approached the portal with the archmage were torn apart in the sudden loss of control of arcane magic.

   Logically speaking, the magic power that was poured back in the reverse direction of the teleportation beacon could have caused more terrifying damage, but the mysterious figure who destroyed the teleportation technique of the archmage deliberately restrained the destructive power.

   doesn't seem to want to hurt too many people.

   However, this ruthless and accurate "spell interrupt" scared the Archmage Delandon himself, who escaped with the flashing technique.

   He once suspected that he had stepped into a magic trap that had been prepared in advance and was effective for teleportation.

   When his pale face flashed back to Archmage Modera and Lady Golden Sword, the expressions of the two ladies were already extremely solemn.

   "There is a teleportation master who has mastered spatial magic on the opposite side. Using teleportation magic in front of him or her is tantamount to suicide!"

  Golden Sword scolded the casters behind him who were eager to try:

   "Teleportation and flashing are prohibited here, and no space magic is allowed!"

   "Look there!"

   She pointed to Princess Calia, who was completely isolated on the other side by the second explosion in front of her. Derandon looked up and saw that the servants beside Her Royal Highness Princess had been killed by the fel elf holding the burning magic blade.

   Beside him, there were two elves dressed as pirates, a man and a woman.

   They were all dressed in neatly tidy pirate outfits, with hoods, swords and muskets, and their skins were eerily dark-grey.

The    man's face was covered with mysterious runes.

   And the woman is holding a staff made of crystal and wrapped with magic power.

  The stunned eldest princess Calia was being carried by the tall and savage fel spirit on her shoulders like a trophy, and her hands fell behind the spirit.

   The excellent long hair that was packed was also scattered and hung in the air, not knowing if he was alive or dead.

   "Stop!"

   King Terenas saw that his daughter was "kidnapped" by those three people, he yelled angrily, waved his scepter and shouted:

   "Let go of my daughter, we can talk. No matter what conditions you ask, I will."

   "You can't give us what we want! Sad human king."

   First mate of the Pride of Moonshire, Chief Arcanist Thalyssra of Captain Anaris raised her head.

   "Save your energy to deal with the impending disaster in your royal city, be patient, Her Royal Highness will go home."

  The expressionless Thalyssra reached out and pushed her pirate hat, interrupted King Terenas's call loudly, and raised her finger and waved it back.

  The teleportation master Oculus behind him threw a teleportation beacon, opening a portal to the unknown.

The fel elf and magic swordsman Max Duran, who was carrying Princess Calia, strode into it, leaving charred footprints and disappearing in front of his eyes with his "trophy". middle.

   "Catch them!"

The old king waved his scepter forward angrily. Several court mages knew that the three of them were difficult to deal with, but under the scolding of the old king, they still attacked the portal and tried to keep Princess Calia behind. Down.

   But as soon as their spells were mobilized, they were forcibly destroyed by the Nightborn Arcanist Thalyssra with extremely accurate magic countermeasures.

   Can't beat it at all!

   This hand of group spell countermeasures has proved the strength of the opponent. This is a real legendary elf spell caster, and they are completely impossible to match this strange pirate.

   "Boom"

   The teleportation master of the undead fleet threw the second teleportation stone, and at the same time as it spun down to the ground, a large group of roaring snake-men devout pirates would rush out with weapons.

  These **** were holding their crazy snakes blowing arrows in their hands, which made countless desert creatures terrified, and they knocked down an entire row of humans and orcs in front of them in one face.

   Those unlucky **** twitched all over and fell to the ground foaming at the mouth, which means that the blowing arrow is equally deadly to creatures outside the desert.

   "Damn!"

  Under the interference of the snake people, the Nightborne Elf trio easily retreated to the portal with the "trophy" of Calia Menethil.

   And a lot of humans basically can't do anything other than curse.

   Okay.

  The bride was robbed, the groom disappeared, and the wedding scene was messed up by a group of orcs.

   Today's wedding is really a feather in the ground.

   As expected, the stinky pirate said it, this beautiful place collapsed and burned, it was very beautiful.

   (end of this chapter)