Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 587 140. Do you guys have a lot of question marks, little knights?

   "Haas, Duncan, you two go and summon the devil!"

  At the entrance of the defense center of Dalaran city, Aridin, the leader of the black knight, threw a bag of soul stones he had just harvested to his subordinates while giving orders to them.

  Eridin This will be exciting.

   He stroked the Book of Medivh on his waist, looked at the central vault with the door closed in front of him, and glanced back at the chaos in the city. A lofty ambition to do great things reverberated in his heart, and he said loudly:

   "The Eye of Dalaran is below, and it is only necessary to obtain it, and we shall be able to summon the master's rude and powerful servants into the material world, and we are only one step away from final success.

   Don’t let other people disturb us.

   Summon all the demons of Mardon to make the city more 'lively'. "

   "As you order, chief."

   The two black knights who were named also walked happily, carrying a bag of "fresh" soul stones and rushing towards the collapsed mage tower next to them. They needed to use the residual magic power of the mage tower to complete this demon summoning.

  Eridin's order has not been given yet.

   These black spirit pirates finally came to Dalaran, and it was not good to leave empty-handed, so he thought for a moment, and then said to the people behind him:

   "You three, go to the city to find our lost treasures, and stop by the Dalaran Bank. I heard that there are a lot of good things stored in the treasure house there.

  This city is doomed today, instead of letting those treasures be destroyed here, it is better to dedicate them to their masters.

   Ah, the master will definitely feel happy because of our offerings. "

   The other black knights thought there was nothing wrong with the leader.

   So he quickly turned around and rode the Nightmare Horse and rushed into the chaotic city.

   Their perception of cursed treasures allows them to easily locate the looted treasures and sense the breath of life that has touched those treasures.

   That is a tribute to the great master. A foolish mortal dares to touch it at will. It is unforgivable and must be punished!

   Of course, the great master must not despise these inferior greedy souls, so after the punishment is executed, these souls can be "enjoyed" by the black knights themselves.

   In other words, this robbery was not only for the great cause of the legion, but also for the "enjoyment" of the black knights, who came to do "private work" by the way.

   "Leaders, trolls and serpent people have asked them to achieve their goals before we summon the demons."

   A black knight with two swords in his hand was a little worried, and whispered to Aridin, who was akimbo, and said:

   "And what they said also makes sense. If the demon was summoned in advance, it might attract the intervention of the blue dragon."

   "Wouldn't that be better?"

   The leader of the Black Spirit Pirates let out a series of low and sneering smiles. He looked back at the sky ravaged by the Nightmare and said:

   "The mighty Nightmare used to be a blue dragon. Look at it now, it is much stronger than the flesh and blood. This is the gift of the dark power from the master.

  We can have the first Nightmare, we can have the second, and the third.

   We are going to summon the elite demons of Mardon. If they can't even deal with the least number of blue dragons, then they deserve to die here!

   Besides, what does the demands of snakes and trolls have to do with our Black Spirit Pirates?

   We serve only our masters, we are only loyal servants of the dark gods. Whether they can achieve their goals is never in our consideration.

  What the old pirate Gaboa said was right. This is a detached team. Everyone got together to find a way to use each other as cannon fodder and rush into Dalaran.

   Now that we are here, the false union is naturally unnecessary. "

   As soon as he finished speaking, several giant fel energy portals opened around the mage tower near the city defense center, which had collapsed due to the raging thunderstorm and the impact of the bone dragon.

   The swirling dark green flame is like a mirror, reflected in the mid-air, as if the door to other worlds is opened.

  Swarms of mephits flapped their wings and flew into the material world, mixed with some dark blue and black dreads, doom guards with wings, beholders suspended in the sky, and so on.

   The moment these forward demons rushed into the city, they began to sprinkle fel energy on the city in a planned way.

   makes the concentration of fel energy in Dalaran increase rapidly, and the increase in energy concentration in turn affects the operation of the portal, making it more efficient in throughput.

  The breath of the demon star Mardon gushed out from the portal, and coupled with the low roar of the demon lords, dark green energy smoke began to linger in the sky over Dalaran, which had fallen into chaos.

   As if the whole sky was going to be dyed green.

The march of the legion demons is extremely fast. In just a few minutes, thousands of demons have poured into the city. These "alien bastards", who are irritable by nature and have an irredeemable desire for destruction in their bones, fall into the city. , they began to indiscriminately attack everyone they saw.

Whether it's a Dalaran wizard, a serpent man looking for a keystone, a troll who burns and loots, or an orc who sneaks into the city and targets the Eye of Dalaran, all of them are blocked by demons falling from the sky. .

   Look at the way these guys are breathing thickly, their eyes are red and they are waving their weapons. They don't satisfy their "desire to fight". Others don't want to work hard in burning Dalaran.

   "This world! All worlds! Will burn!"

In the deep roar, a tall demon with a height of nearly seven meters strode out from the portal leading to Marton. It has blue skin, wears Legion spellcaster armor, recurve hooves, and a chin. All the tentacles.

   There are fel flames throbbing on both sides of his forehead.

   "Now, all worlds have opened their doors to me! Here comes the Legion! Ignorant mortals, bow down in destruction!"

The eredar high-level demon lord shouted some slang words in demon language, and raised his hands the moment he entered Azeroth. The meteorite fell from the sky and slammed violently around the secret vault of the city defense center in front of him.

   In the shaking of the entire city, four large lava demons that continuously radiated **** flames stood up from the meteorite crater.

These higher-level hellfire structures don't move, and turn into destructive lava pillars under the orders of their villainous masters, and all creatures that come close to them will be incinerated in the high-intensity scorching impact of flames. Ash.

   In just ten seconds, the entire block was ignited into a burning hell. In the churning flames, the demons were laughing wildly. They liked this kind of destruction that burns everything.

   They go crazy about it.

   This is the classic defensive tactics of the Burning Legion

   These lunatics have no concept of "defense" at all.

   "After 10,000 years, the Burning Legion is back, and this time we will complete the unfinished business, starting from your sad city."

Another low roar sounded from the portal on the other side. In the rhythmic vibration of the city ground, a huge abyss lord, like an enlarged version of a mammoth beast, strode on his four big thick legs and dragged on the ground. The heavy dragon tail, carrying a giant double-headed spear, entered the material world.

   This guy's size is bigger than the Annihilan Demon Lord that Evil Eye summoned in the Broken Isles last time.

It carried its strange war spear that was constantly flowing with acid and frost, and seemed to find the buildings in this city too annoying as it walked, so it raised its claws on the upper body of the humanoid, injected its huge evil energy into the sky, and turned it into a A storm of evil fire like acid rain smashed down all the buildings that blocked the way in front of him.

   "Rush! Rush over and kill them all!"

   This brutal abyss lord laughed wildly, and under the command of its terrifying weapon, a large group of elite Demon Hound troops rushed out of the portal with howls and splattered the surrounding blocks as quickly as mercury poured down the ground.

  With the assistance of these two powerful demon lords, the nearby creatures other than demons were quickly eliminated, and the servants of the Burning Legion could finally start the final summoning ceremony with confidence and boldness.

"boom"

In the beating of the abyss lord with his spear, the closed magical gate of the black knights was easily torn open by the giant monster. The collapsed wall was covered with broken bricks and stones, and even the magical defense layer was destroyed. smash open.

   The tyranny of the brute force of the demons of the legendary race Annihilan has already spread throughout the Twisting Nether and many worlds. They are one of the few giant creatures that can easily suppress the black dragon in terms of strength.

   But as the price of strength, these guys' brains are not very good, but in the face of their evil brute force, mere wisdom is not worth it.

   "Where's Mal'Ganis? Isn't that **** here too?"

   smashed the wall, and Azgalo, the abyss lord who opened the passage, twisted his inverted triangle, his big head still burning with soul fire, looked left and right, and asked in a low tone of doubt.

   "Who knows what those Nathrezim do all day long?"

  The eredar demon lord, Prince Mack'zal, who is proficient in Twisting Void Teleportation, kept throwing out brimstone flames, burning out the creatures who dared to approach here. While enjoying the destruction, he replied in a disdainful tone:

   "Their brains are full of dark and sinister tricks, and those guys have rancid acid running through their veins, don't worry about it! Focus on your mission.

Hey you! "

   The flaming hand of the eredar demon lord commanded and pointed arrogantly at the black knight Aridin below. It suspended the Book of Medivh in the black knight's hand before his eyes, and shouted:

   "Come in and take out the Eye of Dalaran.

  With that thing, I can summon powerful polluters into this world. If this is done wrong, your pathetic soul will be thrown into the soul forge, calcined for ten thousand years! "

   "Shut up! You stupid devil."

   The leader of the black knight snorted and choked back without fear. He shouted:

   "I am the servant of the great master, and the loyal ones who serve the master. You are nothing more than the slaves of the master. You are not qualified to threaten me. It is almost as good as letting your master Archimonde come."

   "You! Bold!"

   Seeing that this weak guy dared to talk back, Prince Makzar's burning eyes suddenly filled with anger, and he planned to teach this ignorant bug a lesson.

   But Azgalo, the abyss lord beside it, felt that there was nothing wrong with this statement. Leaning on a two-headed war spear, the "honest" and terrifying abyss lord said in a loud voice:

   "He's right.

   He is the servant of the Dark Titan when they traveled in Azeroth, Archimonde is Lord Sargeras' lieutenant, they are equal, and we are indeed one level lower than him."

   "Shut up, you bastard!"

  Abyss Lord's "assist" made the Eredar Demon Lord so angry.

But before it could continue to throw harsh words at Eredin, the leader of the black knight was already laughing, carrying a heavy sword, and taking his three brothers, under the **** of a group of elite angry guards, strode in. The defense center in front of you.

   Now as long as you take the Eye of Dalaran, everything will be completed naturally.

  This loyal servant will present the destruction of a world as the highest tribute to the great master, and the dark titan will witness his loyalty and give the highest praise for this loyalty.

   This kind of excited thought makes Aridin walk like walking on the clouds, with brisk steps, and his heart is filled with a bright future, as if he will soon reach the peak of his life.

"Open it!"

   Before entering the final secret hall of the underground city defense center, there was a door blocking the way. At this time, Eridin was so excited that he waved his finger and waved forward.

   The elite angry guard next to him came forward with a sledgehammer and knocked frantically, shattering the gate.

   Amidst the smoke and dust, Eredin walked proudly into the chamber where the Eye of Dalaran was kept, his last step to victory, if only

   "Ah, you're finally here. Are the demons so slow in their actions? We've already played two rounds of magic cards. If we wait any longer, the third round will probably begin."

  Under Eridin's stunned gaze, in the secret room that was supposed to be empty, there were four legendary mages standing, including a lich and a bearman **** warrior.

   and an impatient female titan warrior in heavy armor, holding an egg shield and a black ice halberd.

   At the feet of this crowd, there was actually a pile of scattered magic cards and a few gold coins used as gambling funds. And the Eye of Dalaran, which was supposed to be here, has disappeared.

   Damn!

   This is a nasty trap!

   They stole their victory and kept their disappointment and ridicule to themselves.

   What a shame!

   On the other side, on the way to Violet Castle, the Dread Lord Mal'Ganis, who also slipped into the material world through the portal, was standing in the middle of the burning road, watching the pirate walking out of the shadows in front of him.

"you"

   The Dread Demon King moved his claws like sharp blades, and said in a puzzled tone:

"who are you?"

   "Who else could it be?"

  Black rolled his eyes and replied in the purest Nasrezim language with the noble accent of the Nasresa world:

   "Of course like you, my dear Mal'Ganis, aren't we all loyal servants of Denathus the Great? Come, come, and talk to my brother.

   I haven't seen my compatriots for hundreds of years.

  I want to ask you, our dear, mighty and handsome emperor, how have you been in Ravendes lately? Has his plan to spread war and chaos across the endless frontier of life and death still go smoothly?

  The most important thing is, has he made a deal with the Maw's master?

Has the    war of resistance against the Mandate of Heaven kicked off? Come on, tell me this, I can't wait to find out. "

   (end of this chapter)