Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 577 130. To cut down a tree, you have to cut it from the root

  Three roaring hellfire meteorites slammed into the shadow curtain of the lower city of Lordaeron.

   Even though it was broad daylight, the meteorite fire that fell from the sky was not as dazzling and bright as it was in the night sky, and it still caused countless panicked civilians who fled outwards to scream in fear.

   That scene is very much like the end of the world in the fairy tale.

   "Question! What are the most similar professional characteristics of warlocks and hunters?"

  The joking voice of pirates resounded above the shattered veil of shadow.

   Like a brain teaser, he really seemed to be longing for an answer. It is a pity that the half-dragon master assassin, who is being surrounded and beaten by three heavy-headed hellfire demons, has no time and no will to answer Black's question.

   The smelly pirate who couldn't get the answer was very dissatisfied, so he flapped the demon wings behind his back and leaped from one end of the battlefield to the other.

   Seeing the opportunity, he threw a rain of evil fire towards Farad, who was being beaten violently below. The scorching evil energy turned into raindrops and fell from the sky, corrupting everything.

   When the Assassin Master wanted to dodge, another precise Mind Shock hit him.

  The will of the half-dragon was hit by the evil magic of the Nathrezim, and the loud bang resounding in his mind made the rhythm of the battle between Farad and the three-headed hellfire structure instantly disrupted.

  Falad, who could have the upper hand in the first place, was stunned by the hellfire, and he was beaten back and forth under the encirclement and slamming of the War Machine of the Burning Legion.

  Black laughed wildly and swung his left claw, the magic power of the shadows converged into a long whip of pain that whipped the spirit down regardless of the target.

  Hellfire is a painless structure, and mental flogging is useless to them, but the dragon man is a living flesh and blood life, and the pain that directly hits the soul makes its huge body tremble.

   "The correct answer is that warlocks and hunters never go into battle alone! If you want to take my life, you have to pass the level of my servants first.

   And my servants, inexhaustible!

  You may have expected a desperate fight with me, my poor Farad, but you are clearly not ready to engage an army. "

  The pirates in the sky folded their arms and admired the embarrassment of the master assassin.

   At this moment, he was portrayed as a dreadlord, holding his arms, his pale and thin face with strange horns on his forehead, with undisguised irony and ridicule.

He flicked his claws as sharp as a knife, and two more fel energy portals opened around. The demon guard Clinflan and the big-eyed Glazer, who had just slashed the rebellious assassin, rushed out from them, and joined the pair. In the dragon's attack.

   This is not over yet.

  The pirate who completed the demon transformation used the shadow magic of the enhanced Skull of Gul'dan to throw a newly completed Dominance Charm on his demon guardian.

   "Ah! The power of the burning Legion!"

  The mad Clinflan felt that he and Blake's magic power were connected, and the shadow magic power was transformed into pure fel energy in his body.

  The mad demon roared, and its shape changed in fel energy.

   It made its already tall body swell again, and the exaggerated muscles on the body became thicker and more powerful. The magic steel blade armor behind it was also melted by the evil energy, and it was shaped into a sharper and fiercer appearance.

  In the wild laughter of Clynflan, it transformed into a new brutal form, with a long tail covered with scales, like a whip, its feet turned into wide toe claws, and two pairs of horns grew on the top of its head.

   There is also a faint aura of fel fear dancing on his body.

   It was forced to "evolve" by the Domination Charm of the Stinky Pirate.

  From the big-headed demon guard of the Burning Legion to the elite guard of the Legion lord, this is an angry guard with stronger combat power and more destructive power.

   Step up one more time, and you can enter the ranks of Fel Lords.

   "Om"

  The pirate in the sky was very satisfied with the new appearance of his servant. He threw a huge warhammer from his suitcase and smashed it to the ground. Laughing wildly, Clinfran lifted the warhammer in his right hand.

  It held a giant weapon on the left and right, and launched a destructive charge towards the dragon man in front of him with a mad scream.

   He swung up his weapon as soon as he approached, and danced a chaotic devil storm in the high-speed spinning whirlwind.

  The seven eyes of the big beholder flying in the sky, after a short period of charging, also fired towards Farad like a rapid-fire gun.

  Where the beams with different attributes go, the ground is torn, houses are destroyed, and acid and fire are burned.

   Master Assassin feels like he is really at war with an army.

   No matter how fast his claws are swung, his fists are no match for four.

What made him feel even worse was that the current predicament was caused when Black did not join the battle at all. Once that guy joined the battle in the form of a deadly assassin, he would most likely be killed in an instant. rout.

   But even if they don't join the battlefield, the stinky pirates still have a way to interfere with the battle.

   He flew around in the air and said to Farad, who was struggling to support below, in a harsh voice:

   "Black dragons all have wings, and you are still adapting to your strength. Why don't you create a pair of beautiful and practical dragon wings for yourself, so that you can avoid the attacks of my demon servants?"

  Fallard turned a deaf ear to this "suggestion".

  The wicked pirate is clearly playing with his mentality.

It is true that the power of manipulating the dragonborn grows wings and can indeed fly into the sky, but he has never experienced flying before, and the result of taking off so rashly can only be torn apart in the sky by Black, who also has wings. .

   But he has realized his terrible mistake.

   The power of the dragonborn obtained through the strengthening of the blood of the black dragon is not used in this way. The unrecognized strengthening of physique and strength will not increase his combat effectiveness, but will seriously affect the assassin skills he relies on for a living.

   He walks in the shadows, so he can't choose to confront the tyrannical enemy head-on like a warrior.

   Master Assassin soon began to "fine-tune" his powers.

   In the scorching and burning ruins, Farad's tall body shrank rapidly, and he was adjusting the focus of the power of the black dragon to bring the fighting rhythm back to the mode he was used to.

   He is an assassin, he must strengthen his assassin skills with the power of a giant dragon, otherwise, let alone winning, it is a question of whether he can leave alive or not.

Farad, who found the trick, did quickly regain his advantage. When his size returned to normal human size, under the multiple blessings of strength, agility, physique, and perception, he regained the dexterity that he originally depended on for a living. .

With a slaughter feast with super high damage, while smashing the core of the flames from the three-headed hellfire structure, he stabbed the slaying blade to the angry guardian demon who was still roaring and the big beholder who kept firing magic beams. .

   But it was exactly the same as before. At the moment when he moved, a large-scale shadow rage fell from the sky, forcibly imprisoning all creatures, including demons, in place.

   "Superior learning ability, calm judgment, and unyielding fighting spirit, you really deserve to be the number one general under the Duke's command, give you a little more time, and your legendary power will merge with the dragon power, resulting in a real qualitative change.

  Unfortunately, do you think that I, who is so evil, will give you this opportunity to learn and grow? "

   A group of small bats flapped their wings and gathered in front of Farad like a gust of wind.

  Black in the form of the dreadlord got up from it, and as the dark wings spread, a huge wave of shadow chaos magic rose up, like countless heavy fists hitting the dragon assassin.

  The terrifying corrosion caused terrifying wounds, and the magic of the shadow penetrated into Farad's dragon-like flesh like a bug, biting frantically, destroying, and finally exploding in the body.

   Leaving the stinging shadow spikes in the body and continuing to roll.

   Nathrezim Shadow Magic Carrion Swarm.

   The grinning pirate also detonated several demon seeds. A huge amount of shadow magic was gathered in Farad's super-strengthened body. They were entangled, surging, and converging.

   It's like the firewood of magic is piled up, and only the last fire is left to ignite completely.

The   Dragonian Assassin wants to disappear into the shadows.

   But the amount of shadow magic in his body was so concentrated that he seemed to be carrying a mountain on his back, and it was difficult to even move, let alone maintain the fighting rhythm of disappearing and dodging.

"Snapped"

  Black's left claw, adorned with corrupt gems, clasped Farad's forehead. The Nasrezim-shaped stinky pirate tilted his head and grinned with a sinister and sinister smile. He said:

   "A lot of people have given it cool names, but I prefer to call it 'head-touching'."

   Warlock Execution. Shadow Burn, Activate!

   "Om"

   The shadow magic that was poured into Farad's body was ignited in an instant, and hot flames spewed out of the dragon man's flesh and bones, burning his flesh and blood to ashes.

  Farad's body trembled instantly, and the pain of his internal organs being scorched made him also open his mouth, and sprayed forward the shadowy flames inherited from the Black Dragon Dragonborn like skyrocketing water.

   But the dreadlord turned into a bat and disappeared with a laugh, and flashed behind Farad again. The black chain of the water of the underworld was swayed and twisted, piercing Farad's shoulder collarbone, pulling him and unable to fight back.

  The demon's left claws raised, and five claws like files and daggers used the technique of backstab deboning to slash down.

  The effect of the slaughter of the underworld is activated, coupled with the hunting stimulation and the blessing of the weapon master, this claw can easily hit the effect of crit crushing.

  Leaving five claw marks crisscrossing the back of the dragon man, ferocious, festering and rotten scars.

   The right claw clasped the leap cutter, and a shadow attack pierced through Farad's dragon scale. The leap cut effect was activated, the Dread King's attack speed nearly doubled in an instant, and the claws and sword blades waved like afterimages.

   The poisoned blade was lightly picked out, and the chain wrapped around the wrist was pulled back fiercely.

  The sound of the blade colliding with the bone made the scalp tingle, and Farad was struck by lightning.

  Backstab, Eviscerate, Saber Stab, Claw Blade Damage with Shadow Strike, a set of Assassin Secret Skills can be played in a few seconds, if Farad has a health bar, he should be killed at least two-thirds at this moment.

   What is even more terrifying is that the shadow magic power that the pirates left in the Assassin Master continues to burn, like swallowing a few red-hot coals, making Farad miserable.

   His absolute strength is clearly above Black!

   He is a veteran legend!

  Blake Shaw is just a critical assassin, he has not yet concluded his legendary power, his strength should not be so strong.

  Why is his connection with the shadow so close? This is definitely not the height that a human assassin can achieve, nor can the elven assassins of Quel'Thalas have such a shadow affinity.

  What is Black's professional heritage?

  Why is he compatible with Way of Shadows and spellcasting abilities?

   One question after another came to mind at this horrific moment, sending Farad’s mind pounding with chaos. He wanted to calm down, and he forced himself to calm down.

   But he couldn't.

   There seems to be an invisible hand stirring his sanity, like the waves splashed in the water that cannot be dissipated.

   Wrong!

   This kind of chaotic thoughts, this inability to concentrate, this is also part of the attack system of this guy in front of him!

   He can affect the opponent's mind!

  Damn, there is no chance of winning if this goes on.

   Time to withdraw!

  Fallard realized this, and without any hesitation he would withdraw.

   Resisting the burning shadow magic in his body and the curse of the entire row of warlock magic applied on his body, he opened his mouth and spewed a huge shadow fireball towards Black and his villain demon in front of him.

When the    landed, it exploded, and the smoke bombs and flash powder used by the assassin were thrown out. Under the cover of the shadow cloak, the seriously injured master assassin turned and jumped into the shadow, running out of the battlefield at the fastest speed.

   The demon pirate hovering in the air flapping his wings grinned, observing the looming hunter's mark in the shadows, this guy was eager to escape, and could no longer use the power of the shadow to wash away the hunting mark.

   Hehe, like a lost dog!

   But the courage to expose his back in front of a hunter is commendable.

The    pirate gave a malicious smile, he whistled slenderly, raised his left paw, and swung it down fiercely.

   Wild Rage activates, Weakness Indicator Locks, Kill Command!

  Stupid Wolf Bear, let's go together!

  Bite him!

   "Ow"

  The Soul Bear Big Horn, whose body was filled with the power of wild rage, used a brutal charge and a death bear hug of the giant bear tactics, throwing Farad, who was exuding a scorching aura all over his body, from stealth.

   The cunning Big Wolf assisted by flanking, raised his head and howled to give himself and Big Horn a wild battle cry, and then opened his mouth and gnawed on the calf strengthened by Farad's dragon blood.

  The sharp teeth seemed to bite into withered leather, causing Frostpaw to snort in extreme dissatisfaction.

  Then the cunning **** rolled his eyes and attacked Farad again.

   But this time, it used the unique ability of the soul beast, the soul shock, the hammer-like force bombarded Farad's mind, and the severely injured master assassin was dazed.

  The entanglement of a bear and a wolf greatly delayed his speed, and the beams of the angry guard Clinflan and the big-eyed Glazer behind him put Farad in the predicament of being besieged again.

   In the sky behind him, Blake canceled his demon transformation and threw out the hook lock in the air, sending himself into a half-collapsed roof like Tarzan jumped.

He stretched out his hand and pushed his battle helmet, glanced at the scratches on the front of the battle suit, moved his fingers a little distressedly, pulled out the Lingxian longbow from his luggage with his backhand, and raised his head to drink the old dwarf. of hunting snake oil.

   Enter the state of concentration shooting, and the fatal second burst is ready.

With the blessing of the    Hunter's Mark, the sniper charged for a short period of time, and as the pirate's breath fell, two swishes, the shadow arcs brought by the two void spikes, like meteors, swept across this shadowy ruined area.

   The first arrow pierced Farad's chest, pinning the master assassin to the ground, and the explosive magic formed an impact, shattering the ground.

  The second arrow flew afterward, like a falling star from nine days, stabbing into his eye socket.

   There was a muffled sound.

The body of the    Master Assassin twitched violently.

   All resistance is over.

   "The third one, one more, and Ravenholdt is really over."

  Blake put down his longbow, moved his shoulders, and said in a low voice:

   "This will be the first force to be destroyed by my own hands. It's really quite a sense of accomplishment. Hey, you two, have you done it? Why is it so slow to fight one of two?

  Do you need me to scold you in the 'hometown dialect' of pirates to give you some motivation? "

   "Shut up, Blake!"

   (end of this chapter)