Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 607 160. That's it, can you perform again? -Added updates to Mengzu Lingxue Brothers [1530]

  The five spellcasters on the broken mage tower were already desperate, and the magical hands they released with all their might failed to lift Deathwing's back armor.

   Obviously, the cunning and powerful Fallen Dragon King realized the tactics of the stinky pirate. After the first piece of the back armor was lifted off, it strengthened the fixation of the back armor with the Voidized Fallen Flesh.

   The same tactics obviously could not cause secondary damage to a terrifying creature like Deathwing, and Ysera's aid could not tear the fallen dragon's back.

   This makes things go downhill in an instant.

   They had only one chance, and now they failed.

  The mad Deathwing just rushes over and takes a breath of shadowy flames to kill this broken mage tower and all the innocents sheltered by the Narthalas mage below!

   Don't doubt, it has this devastating power.

But after the big shock came Da Xi, a colorful and weak young dragon was flying over the burning Dalaran, and the double wounded Red Blackhand and Warlock Evil Eye were struggling to control the colorful young dragon that was about to be scared to pee. away from this bad area.

   And Brox Saurfang, who evacuated with them, was keenly aware of the battle below.

   The old orc thought for a moment, and then he understood the current situation.

He didn't even discuss with Reddor, he turned around and jumped down from behind the young dragon, pulled out the orc battle axe behind him in the air, and made a precise and powerful heroic jump in the fall, allowing himself to complete a turn in the air, like It was like a meteorite covered in flames, hitting the exposed back of Deathwing below.

  When the old orc launched his charge, he activated his legendary power, and wrapped the flame-like blade on the battle axe in the extreme compression of anger.

   charged and then jumped, the battle axe swung, and an explosive cleave slashed at the connection between Deathwing's carapace and flesh and blood.

   Hands up and down!

The fallen corrosive tentacles are like a felled tree. They were divided into two in the **** splash. Ysera, who was stuck on his back with two dragon claws, and the old man who continued to manipulate the hand of magic. The lich understands at the same time.

   With the concerted efforts of the three parties, Deathwing's second heavy vest was blown away with a tingling sound that made the scalp numb.

  The heavy black vest spun down on the cracking ground below, and when it landed, it blasted a huge impact crater, which fully proved the terrible weight of this thing.

   "Ow!"

   The sudden blow shocked Deathwing, who was full of killing intent. The moment the second back armor was lifted off, its huge body began to wriggle in a weird way.

   More and more corrosive tentacles grew out of the wound of the fallen flesh flowing like volcanic lava behind it.

   The divine power flowing in the Fallen Dragon is driving it into a more terrifying form, and this forced "evolution" is not even under the control of the Fallen Dragon King himself.

   But that's not what Deathwing wanted!

   Its power is already strong enough, and it is now the pinnacle of its manipulation. This cool and domineering Elementium dragon armor is not to defend against the enemy, but to "suppress yourself".

  If the armor used to restrain the body fails, if its own Void enhancement continues, it will get out of control!

   Its body then becomes the perfect vessel for the power of the Void, transforming itself into a Super Void Aberration full of eyeballs and tentacles.

   Deathwing in that form can take root in the core of Azeroth, thereby triggering a "catastrophic cataclysm" that shatters the overall framework of the world, shattering the world, and opening the rift to the void realm.

   That would mean the Judgment of Twilight.

but not now!

   The various servants of the Void are not yet ready, the three ancient gods are still in cages, the Void has just begun to erode the heart of the world, and it is far from the promised day of the twilight hour.

  The result of completing the distortion here is to completely lose the ability to fly. After destroying the northern border, he was attacked in turn by the powerhouses of various orderly creatures.

   "You shameful bugs!"

  Deathwing knew he had to go, and he had to return to Deepholm immediately, summoning his minions to rebuild him with stronger Elementium armor.

   But it can't take this breath!

   "Die, die!"

  The Fallen Dragon King raised his head, turned around, and spewed a shadowy flame towards the growing fallen tentacles behind him, burning those tentacles, causing the creation of the void to fall like rain on the ground below, which was torn apart by its anger.

   It roared, it had lost all patience.

   These bugs are so crafty.

   It will bury them and their woeful kingdom with a small cataclysm!

   "Earth! Listen to my orders!"

  Deathwing gave up the direct attack, flapping its wings back above Lake Lordamere, the madness of destruction written in its burning eyes.

   It began to push the world authority it was bestowed by the Titans as the guardian dragon with all its strength. In the terrifying loud noise, the earth around Lordamere Lake split inch by inch.

   Looking down from the sky, it looks like a "flower" in full bloom.

   A flower of destruction.

  The ground sank, the mantle cracked, the magma surged, the continental shelf groaned overwhelmed, and the entire Tirisfal region was pulled into a terrifying, unpredictable disaster.

  Dalaran, which was burned and extinguished, was divided into two parts after three seconds, and then turned into seven or eight “isolated islands” that no longer bordered each other after six seconds.

  The city walls of Lordaeron, built on the cliffs on the lakeshore, also began to collapse. In the afterglow of this destruction, large tracts of boulders were stripped away and fell from a height.

  The ground of the Silver Pine Forest began to “undulate” like waves. Wherever the earthquake wave hit, whether it was a human town or a forest gifted by nature, it was wiped away like a ruthless hand.

  The Destroyer of the World began to show his power.

  The smelly pirate was stumbling around on the broken mage tower. He grabbed Fina's hand and rushed to the tower. In the distance, the little star was screaming and flying towards them in the shape of a dragon.

   The little blue dragon was terrified by the power of destruction, and the roots of her wings were trembling.

   "What are you still doing! Ysera!"

  Blake and Fina jumped into the air, caught by the little stars, and roared to the sky. He shouted at the Emerald Queen flying in the sky:

   "Quick! Pull us into a dream! If you fish again, everyone will die!"

   "Shut up! Ignorant humans, don't disturb my spellcasting!"

   Queen Ysera is also anxious to get angry.

   She is really not fishing. In fact, the moment Deathwing opened the cataclysm, she had already begun to prepare dragon language magic, but such a large-scale dream walking spell needs to be chanted.

   "Emerald Legion, listen to my order and open the gate of dreams!"

   The call of the Awakened spread throughout Dalaran and the nearby airspace in an instant.

  The green dragons immediately cast spells with the queen, incorporating themselves into the dragon language magic of the awakened ones, becoming the nodes that border the dream world and the present world.

  A large-scale dragon language magic was released by Ysera. With her at the center, the emerald-colored dream fog flashed like an arc, quickly covering the entire Tirisfal region.

   All the creatures illuminated by the arc are stripped away from the world at this moment, and are temporarily thrown into the Emerald Dream, so that they can avoid being destroyed by the destructive power of Deathwing.

   It is a plane associated with the material world of Azeroth, full of the strange power of life. It stands to reason that ordinary mortals are neither qualified nor capable of contacting the real dream world.

   But now that the entire northern border is going to be destroyed, it is not the time to force the rules.

   "Dreams are repelling living beings. Your people can't hide in them forever. You must stop the ravages of Deathwing!"

Ysera, who presided over the dream ceremony, seemed to be in two dimensions at the same time. Her huge and beautiful body became illusory, and in the blurred light of flapping her wings, she shouted to all the legends still in the world. arrive:

   "Quick! Before the cataclysm is complete, stop it by any means!"

   "Kael'thas!"

Black grabbed Xiaoxing's dragon horn and directed her to fly into the air. At this critical moment, he moved towards Kael'thas, who was summoning a beautiful elemental phoenix as a mount, carrying five legendary spellcasters into the sky. The prince shouted:

   "Give me your collection! I want that axe, hurry up!"

   "What time is this, Captain!"

  The frightened little star cried out:

   "Let's stop looting, let's save the world, shall we? I beg you."

   "Shut up, you little stupid dragon."

   The pirates, who were tattered and tattered like a qualified scavenger, cursed:

   "Don't bother me saving the world. Don't listen to her nonsense, Kael'thas, this is your best contribution to saving the world, give me your axe!"

"give him!"

   Dean Lanyue, standing behind the elemental phoenix, said loudly:

   "If he runs away with your stuff, the Academy of Nar'Thalas will pay you!"

"That was not what I meant."

  The somewhat embarrassed Kael'thas Sunstrider whispered while summoning his collection:

   "I'm not that stingy. I just wonder how a legendary battle axe can save the world. This thing probably won't even break the skin of Deathwing."

   Having said that, the handsome prince waved his hand, and the legendary double-edged axe that was burning with magical flames whistled and spun around, and was picked up by the pirates again.

   This thing is called "Destruction", and its entry attribute is

  Uh, it's all about this time, the northern border is going to end, so don't waste time looking at attributes, it's not for the pirates themselves anyway.

   "Go down! See that orc running? Go to him!"

  The pirate gave Little Star an order.

The blue dragon folded its wings and fell like a shooting star. As it approached the ground that was constantly vibrating and torn, it spread its wings again. A beautiful gliding and spinning, clasped the old orc who was beating back and forth on the shaking ground below with its dragon claws. Throw him on the dragon's back.

  Brox Saurfang hadn't reacted yet, and Black put a flaming legendary battle axe in his hand.

  The stinking pirate pointed to Deathwing, who was laughing wildly in the sky and released the power of destruction. The latter fully opened the power of the earth, causing the nearby gravity to be disordered.

  Those broken stones formed a "star ring" flying around it, so that Deathwing, who was burning all over his body at this time, was full of the majesty of the destroyer.

   "See it?"

  The pirate said to the bewildered old orc:

   "Chop it!

   I know you have some kind of terrifying technique that can do fatal damage to these giant creatures, I don't know if it will kill you if you use it once.

   But right now, you are the only one who can interrupt its casting. "

   "I don't even know you! You lunatic."

  Brocks looked at the delicate and powerful battle axe in his hand, he glanced at Black, and said with a strange expression:

   "Why should I help you?"

   "If you don't help me, just wait to collect the corpses for the Frostwolf clan."

  The pirate sneered and said:

   "I'm a big man with a lot of energy. Whether or not the Frostwolf clan can escape the Alterac Mountains depends on my mood. And the Frostwolf orphan Gu'ir.

   Who do you think sent this message to you?

  Who do you think arranged the death of Orgrim Doomhammer and sent him the final ride? "

"It's you!"

  Blox's eyes sharpened immediately, the old orc was panting heavily, blood spattered in his eyes, he said to Black:

   "Perhaps I should hack you to death before I chop off that dragon!"

"Come on."

  The smelly pirate is not at all cowardly, he patted Brocks on the shoulder and said:

   "I've always thought that everyone has a price, and I'm good at negotiating. This time, I'll hire you to hack Deathwing. In addition to the escape of the Frostwolf clan, I'll give you a 'personal reward'.

   I also give you the Doomhammer and black plate armor left by Orgrim!

   In addition, I assure you that the Gorefiend who crossed the sea will never return, and the new tribe commanded by Reid will never have the remnants of the Shadow Council. "

   "Deal! But I want Reid, who is under your control, to hand over the command of the tribe to Guel at the right time."

   The old orc snorted and made his request.

   Black shrugged and said:

   "That's your own business, I won't interfere."

"it is good!"

  Brocks agreed neatly.

   He moved his shoulders, grabbed the double-edged battle axe, and looked at Deathwing, who was getting closer and closer. He could feel the trembling of the blue dragon under his feet.

   She must be scared.

   This is, after all, carrying a bunch of lunatics towards death.

   "Look at it! Study hard! There are not many opportunities like this."

  Black said something to Fina, who was also trembling beside him, but the trembling of the stupid warrior was not just because of fear, she felt the way the anger was forming in the old orc in front of her.

   It was a gesture that was completely different from other warriors she had ever seen rousing anger.

   "Out of curiosity, let me ask."

   Black whispered:

   "What is your legendary power called?"

  Brocks took a few deep breaths, the flames of anger around him had condensed into substance, and the burning made the blue dragon scream, like an orc warrior shaped by flames.

   The legendary battle axe in his hand couldn't even withstand the burning of this anger, and made an overwhelmed peeling sound.

   The old orc's eyes were red, like a light bulb emitting electricity.

   He stared at the head of Deathwing in front of him, and before preparing to attack, he said his strength in a hoarse voice:

   "Death Wish.

   Either he died or I died!

  This dragon is too scary, I might not be able to do it alone, go to the forest and find Grom! The 'Giant Killer' inherited by the Warsong Clan was prepared for this situation.

   Let him come over!

   This is for the future of the orcs, for the future of the tribe. Tell him it's okay if he doesn't come, but as long as I survive, I will definitely kill him! "

   "Lok\'tarogar!! Evil dragon, eat my axe!"

   (end of this chapter)