Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 601 154. Burning City, Burning Blade--Adding Roots for Paofan Aluminum Ice Brothers [930]

   "That necromancer troll is not a good collaborator. Under his greasy tone hides an ambitious evil and crazy soul who will betray your promise. It's only a matter of time.

   His undead form is also very special, the product of some kind of dark curse. "

   Watching Gaboa and a group of Amani thugs carry away Harraz, the lynx spirit seriously injured by the old lich, on a wooden shelf, Meri Winterwind leaned on a staff and whispered to Black:

   "His immortality is linked to the troll Reaper we've seen, and maybe old Bwonsamdi has dropped his **** on the sea outside of you.

   It doesn't trust you. "

   "Old Bwonsamdi doesn't trust anyone, he's just a troll old man who has become widowed and crazy because of his fear of his father."

  Blake spit out:

   "I have no hope of Gaboa's loyalty either.

   That guy persevered and rebelled against Zemran in seven thousand years of torture. Betrayal is an instinct etched in his bones, but that doesn't mean I can't take advantage of him.

It is impossible for Kul Tiras under the leadership of Daelin to make peace with the pirates. If Gaboa wants to rebuild the glory of Zandalar pirates in the South China Sea, he must pass the level of Daelin.

   He was right, leaving him alone would be good for my big business.

   Besides, I don’t rely on Gaboa, who else can I rely on? "

  The smelly pirate shrugged helplessly, the magic eye on his shoulders spun around to look at the burning city behind him, and said to the old lich:

   "Are you relying on the Black Spirit pirates who can only hunt for treasures and funny? They are too far behind in every aspect. Even with the support of the Burning Legion, they are destined to not be able to do anything great.

   But they are developing in the direction of 'sea comedians', which is very promising.

   Well, let’s not talk about that.

   The dark aura on these two knives, can you remove it? "

  The pirate took the Kingslayer's double-blade out of his luggage and handed it to the old lich, who took it in his hand and examined it carefully, nodded, and said:

   "As long as there is a holy artifact of order of sufficient strength, the aura originating from fel energy can be removed, including the wisp of consciousness attached to it by the deceiver.

   But it depends on whether Holy Light Church is willing to lend the silver hand in their hands. "

   "Let me talk to the Pope."

   Black said to the old Lich:

   "Old Fao owes me a lot of favors. It shouldn't be a big problem to borrow their sacred relics, and they don't have to be returned to me after purification, but to that infatuated man in Khadgar.

   Prepare him. When I go to Kalimdor to take an adventure, I will call him with me.

   At that time, I will receive an Uncrowned Great Mentor, and he will also receive a wild female orc as a reward. I hope he is diligent in exercising during this period of time, and it will not take another 30 seconds, eh? "

  The stinky pirate was talking about Khadgar when the magic stone in his suitcase shook. He took it out and injected it with magic power, and heard his incompetent subordinate Evil Eye shout from there:

   "Captain! Run! Lord Davar has captured Red, and my demons are all dead before they can escape. That terrifying man will soon know that you planned all this today.

   Run! "

   "Huh? I thought he was cowardly today and didn't plan to come."

  Blake was taken aback.

   But immediately settled down, he pretended to be nonchalant and replied to the evil eye:

   "Don't be afraid, mere Daval Presto, hurry up and evacuate with the things you grabbed. If you can save Red, save yourself. If you can't, save yourself first.

   Don't come to Dalaran, I'll take care of the rest. "

   After finishing speaking, the pirate crushed the magic stone in his hand, waved out the first mate Sefir's soul coin, put it in his ear and asked:

   "Sefir, my first mate, where is the Nagfar?"

   "Five more minutes to reach the shores of Silverpine Forest, Captain! I heard that there are black dragons here, and the Naglfar and I are ready to fight to the death!"

   Pirate Officer Long didn't understand the current situation, so she replied excitedly.

  Black nodded and said:

   "When you arrive, stop at the coast, lay out all the tidal stones, and let the ship spirit cooperate with my dispatch. You also wait for my order. It's not just the black dragon who came here today.

  You will see our moment of beauty soon. "

   After finishing the call with Sefir, the pirate twisted his neck, took a deep breath, and said to the old lich beside him:

   "I want to tell you something, Merry, don't be afraid."

   "I have known the disaster of today in your advance prophecy, look at Dalaran now."

   The old lich said with a sullen look:

   "My city has been set on fire, and things have gotten so bad, how can it go on? Tell me, I'm not afraid."

"it is good!"

  The pirate coughed and said in a stick-reading tone:

   "Deathwing is coming to Dalaran!

  You'd better prepare the Eye of Dalaran in advance according to my instructions, otherwise we should consider using a transcontinental portal to quickly teleport my people and yours to Northrend for refuge. "

"Um?"

  The old lich's hand holding the staff clenched instantly, and the name "Deathwing" came out of Blake's mouth, causing Merry Winterwind to be stunned for five seconds before he could react.

   Old Merry angrily picked up his staff and smashed it on Blake's head. The lich, who has always been known for his indifference, would tremble, like an angry old man, wielding his stick to beat the bad guy.

   He said angrily:

   "Such a big thing! Why didn't you say it in advance! You bastard, I'll kill you!"

   "I said it!"

  Black didn't dare to resist either, he hugged his head to avoid the old lich's staff, he ran and said strangely:

   "I said in advance that there are at least three demigods coming to Dalaran today, wouldn't Deathwing fall into demigods?"

"fart!"

   Old Merry was so angry that he swears, and he cursed:

   "A creature of the level of Deathwing, and the blessing of the authority of the earth, has already surpassed the concept of a demigod! You are trying to **** me off!

  Where did you ask me to temporarily find a few justice demigods to help out?

  The King of Magic can't stop it from going mad! "

   "What are you yelling at me? Isn't there a Dreamwalker in your Tirisfal Council?"

   Black yells:

   "Hurry up and call Ysera the Awakened to come over, remember to ask her to wear more clothes when she comes over! This time I'm here to fight, not to show on the catwalk.

   I can also make up a demigod here.

  Don't look at me like that, I'm not crazy, I'll definitely have it if I say it, don't worry, Deathwing will never destroy your city today.

   Open your eyes and see, the demons burned it all down long before Deathwing came. "

—

Outside the burning city gate of Dalaran, the battle between the casters and the elemental gods has come to an end, and the constant discharge of the elemental gods, Garvazt, has become weaker than when he debuted under the continuous bombardment of magic by the mages. half.

   It was no longer able to unleash the lightning storm that enveloped the city.

   After all, it is just the crystallization of resentment and divine power left over after a powerful Loa fell for thousands of years. In Dalaran, a place where elemental power is not prosperous, it has no channel to replenish its own elemental power.

Especially after the spell-weavers loosened their lock on the northern magic net, the archmages who had regained the source of magic were full of fire, even if Prince Kael'thas had to temporarily return to the city due to the internal affairs of the elves. , relying on the cooperation of several archmages, still suppressed the evil spirits.

   They may soon be able to win, and then turn back to the city and activate the city's enchantment to clean up the demons that invaded Dalaran.

   The battle has reached this point, and Dalaran is doomed to fail.

  The destructive power of the demons is too strong, and most of the city has been turned into burning ruins.

   Anyway, the reconstruction of the city is an inevitable result. Since most of the residents in the city are protected by the magical barrier of Nar'Thalas Academy, they simply let the demons destroy more.

   also avoids the time when they have to level those buildings by themselves.

   There were also demons wreaking havoc near the city gate.

  They blocked the way out of the city, trying to sacrifice all life in the city to their dark gods.

   For the life of Dalaran who wants to leave the chaos, the blockade set up by the demons in front of him is an obstacle that must be stepped over.

   This is very dangerous, but for some powerful people, a mere demon is not an opponent who cannot be killed.

   "Poof"

   The stench of blood splattered everywhere, and the moment the first demon guard was attacked, the other demons reacted and killed the attacker.

   But the Orc Sword Saint Lantresor, who appeared from the Gale Walk, was expressionless. Facing these swarming demons, he just silently raised the dark flame blade in his hand.

   This Juggernaut's blade is in Black's hands, and has always been used as a sufficiently sharp battlefield killer. Pirates are not Juggernauts, and he cannot activate the special effects of the Flame Blade through the Juggernaut's inheritance.

   But when this knife falls into the hands of a real Juggernaut, its destructive power is almost doubled in an instant.

  As Lantereso's fingers brushed the frosted blade, the elemental imprints on the black blade were activated one by one, and a cloud of elemental flames danced and covered the blade.

   Let the tall gray-blue orc not be wielding a sharp blade, but more like a flaming pillar of fire.

   The **** battle flag behind him swayed, and in the unique, concise and deadly attack of the Juggernaut, Lantresso took the initiative to charge the demon.

  Extremely simple and elegant swordsmanship display, often a horizontal slash, or a vertical slash invisible to the naked eye, can split the demon into two. Under the ravages of this orc swordsman, it was difficult for the demon in front of him to truly block his fatal blow.

  The orc stepped forward seven times, and after beheading thirteen demons, the remaining demon dogs felt terrified. They hooted and backed away, not daring to come forward and bite again.

   Demons are not fearless either.

  In the absence of a commander in command, the demons will also have a small collapse.

   In the end, while these destructive creatures who pursue brutality are pursuing the fear of others, they cannot exempt themselves from the real fear.

   After stripping off that brutal and powerful appearance, they are not much different from other beings.

   "Whoosh"

  Lantresso waved the blazing blade in his hand, and the stench of demon blood dripped down the frosted blade. When the elemental flame disappeared from the blade, the sword did not touch a trace of blood.

   But he didn't immediately escape into the wind step and leave.

   As the gray-blue-skinned Orc Juggernaut turned his head, on the shattered streets behind him covered with ash and smoke, in the **** dust of a gust of wind blowing the ground, another Orc appeared before him.

   used the exact same combat technique as him.

   The use of Wind Walk is even more subtle than his.

  The orc is a green skin.

   But it can be seen from his rare uprightness and lack of a bowed waist that he did not drink the blood of demons, and the green skin was only due to the fel pollution of other companions after drinking blood.

He and Lantresso are dressed almost exactly the same, with a naked upper body and a battle armor like a war skirt on the lower body. The muscles on his chest are covered with traces of battle. Those scars that look very terrifying represent this orc. Also a warrior.

   And the dark red elemental rosary hanging on his neck, and the flaming blade war flag on his back, showed his identity.

   The last Fireblade Juggernaut, the genius of the Fireblade clan, the successor originally favored by the old Dar, but chose to self-exile the Fireblade legend, Samuro, because it was inconsistent with the old tribal philosophy.

   The blood of the devil is dripping from the sword holy warblade in Samuro's hand.

  Lantresso crossed Samuro's body and looked back. Not far away, several panicked humans were hugging crying children and running out of a ruin.

   The man in that house hesitated.

   But when escaping, he still gave Samuro a courtesy. Apparently, before meeting his "brother", the flaming sword saint was doing some "saving things" in the city within his power.

   "You don't have to make atonement for us."

  Lantresso raised the knife in his hand and said sarcastically:

   "You didn't join the old tribe, and you left us before we crossed the Dark Portal and trampled the world. Your hands are clean, my brother.

   Your heart is probably clean too. "

   He looked at the two one-handed swords that Samuro carried around his waist and said:

   "Have you completed your own trial? Can you fight with three weapons at the same time? Are you here today to open my eyes?"

   "I have no intention of fighting you, Lantresor."

  Samuro sensed the resentment in Lantreso's heart, he put the knife in the sheath, and said softly:

"Give me Sank'su and I'll take it back to where it's supposed to go, the Burning Blade clan has fallen, the chief is dead, but his daughter Azuka Bladefury still stands in the holy place of the Burning Blade, Havalo .

   This sword should be inherited by her. "

   "Azuka? That stupid and cranky woman?"

  Lantreso spat at the ground with disdain and rudeness, and said:

   "She foolishly insisted on the bloodline theory, that is, she tried to exile me from the clan several times, and all her energy was used to win the clan, and she was not even as good as the ordinary veterans of Azeroth.

   She is not qualified to inherit the glorious Sanksu!

  If it were you, Samuro, if you asked for this sword, I would gladly give it to you, you deserve it! But I'm not giving it to anyone but you!

  I have been poisoned by stupid bloodline theory for the first half of my life. I will not allow you to do ugly things with this blade of glory. When I got this sword, I swore to it that I would carry forward the legacy of the Sword Saint!

  I want all the warriors who are qualified to take this road, no longer have to suffer the shame I used to be

   I want to rebuild the legacy of the Sword Saint.

   And this time, it's not just the orcs who can occupy this path of power. "

   "You'll just kill them."

   Samuro said coldly:

   "The road to the Juggernaut is not for everyone! Give me the sword, Lantresso, I know you have some psychological problems, but I don't have time to solve you now!

  This city is dangerous, my instinct is warning, we should not stay here, you can go back to Havalor with me, and we can rebuild the clan together. "

   "You're scared, hehe."

  Lantresor held the sword in his hands in both hands, and he said to Samuro in front of him:

   "It seems that years of self-imposed exile have also caused you to contract some unhealthy 'mental diseases', and you are not as brave as you were when you were young.

bring it on!

   Let me see the results of your practice.

   If you want to take this sword for your allegiance to that stupid woman, step over my corpse! "

   (end of this chapter)