Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 613 166. You don't understand, this is an elegant hobby - adding more updates to the birth of a baby [2130]

   Deathwing ran away.

If it was said that he was shot twice by the orcs before, and finally was shot by Lothar again, it was only a minor injury that detracted from majesty, then it angered Odin and was pierced by the lightning spear thrown from the Hall of Valor. Seriously injured.

  The shot of the King of War must be full of killing intent.

   Helpless, Odin was blocked by traitors in Valarjar Sky Fortress for hundreds of thousands of years, and he was able to throw a weak shot in rage at the limit.

   couldn't ask the hapless guardian to do more.

   But it still forced Deathwing back, allowing it to support the pierced body and fly away from this tough continent that it wanted to destroy but could not destroy.

  It's figure obscures the sky and the sun, flying all the way to the maelstrom at super fast speed.

   From there it will fly back to the deep rock continent, the elemental frontier where it hides, where it will lick its wounds and plan a shady conspiracy again. Oh, by the way, when Deathwing's wolf fled, he still had the human emperor's sword stuck in his head.

  Stormka probably has some kind of "property".

   It always likes to stick in the heads of some weird and powerful creatures.

   It seems to enjoy having the heads of these powerful creatures as its home.

   And because of Stromka's powerful suppression of Void power, before he drew this sword, Deathwing, who was covered in Void power all over his body, could bear it.

   "Are you sure the weaver is ready?"

  In the shock pit of Dalaran, the exhausted Black picked up the incomparably black Odin's shield burned by the flames of shadows, and he looked back at the shameful little star that was still trembling beside him.

   The latter stammered and said:

"I told the Spellweaver what you meant, maybe it's ready. But who knows? I can't control it. And it's too far from Northrend to the Maelstrom, the Focusing Iris is ready. It's useless."

   "So you are stupid as a little star!"

  Blake poked his finger on Little Xingxing's head, he moved his sore neck and said:

   "Who told you that it must be fired from the Eye of Eternity? Artifacts like the Focusing Iris can be used wherever magic power is strong."

  The pirate raised his head and looked at the sky where Deathwing disappeared. He grinned and said:

   "It thought that its suffering today was over, but I will tell it with practical actions, it is destined to be heartbroken today!"

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   At the same time, on the remote Broken Isles.

  The city of Suramar was already in chaos, because two gigantic dragons forcibly broke into the city of the Nightborne, and the great magister Elisande was alarmed.

   She was at the top of the Dark Night Fortress with her close comrade, the great astrologer Etraus, welcoming the arrival of the King of Magic.

   This visit was too sudden.

  There is no intersection at all between the Nightborne and the Blue Dragon.

   "I'm going to borrow your nightwell!"

   There are still ugly scars left on his body, and the spell weaver, who even had a broken dragon horn, flew above the dome of the dark night fortress. The old blue dragon was very rude to talk.

   Although it says "borrow".

   But looking at the murderous appearance of it and the rare ancient blue dragon Senegos who left the lair beside it, as long as the great magus dared to say "no", Suramar would immediately usher in the wrath of the spell weavers.

   And the Great Magister also noticed the madness and stubbornness in Malygos dragon's eyes, that kind of eyes made the Great Magister tremble a little, this lonely old blue dragon is really going crazy as in the legend.

  Although in the case of mobilizing Nightwell, she is not afraid of spellweavers.

   But it's one thing she's not afraid of.

   Whether her city can withstand the ravages of two ancient blue dragons is another matter.

"sure."

  The eyes of the Great Magister rolled, she covered her mouth and chuckled:

   "It is an honor for Shaldorei to serve the Blue Dragon Legion. I will open the magic valve of the Nightwell, and the magic weavers can use our precious magic at will.

   But since it is 'borrowing', the issue of remuneration cannot be ignored. I think the great weavers should not be so careless, right? "

   "What do you want? Greedy elf."

   The weaver would be in a hurry, so he asked directly. The great magician and the great astrologer behind him looked at each other, and she turned her head and said humbly:

   "We Shaldorei elves have been closed to ourselves for 10,000 years, and now we have to integrate into this complex and ever-changing world, but we fear those changes, perhaps because we are not confident enough.

   After all, we are only a weak branch of the elven empire after the collapse.

   I've always admired my wild relatives who lived in the trees and picked fruit for food, and I yearn for the kaldorei night elves' close bond with the Emerald Legion.

   If we, the Shaldorei elves are also fortunate enough to be the family and collaborators of the Blue Dragonflight, then you see, isn't this Nightwell also the property of the Magical Legion?

   Do you still need the consent of others to use your own property?

  We want to serve the Magic Legion, we are eager to get the high-level authority used by the magic net, and we also need the inexhaustible magic power from the Blue Dragon Legion to satisfy the thirst for magic power of the tribe. "

   "There is no cure for your demon addiction! You, the ruler, should know this best."

   The ancient blue dragon Senegos, beside Malygos, said in a deep voice:

   "Draining magic without restraint will only push you children of the night into the abyss, no, you are already in the abyss, poor elves."

   "That's what my ruler needs to consider, Your Honor Senegos."

  The Great Magister said without giving an inch:

   "Our humble longing is only this, and we hope that the weavers can"

   "I promise you!"

   Malygos, full of vengeance, agreed without hesitation.

   It threw out two blue dragon arcane marks, suspended in front of the great magister and the great astrologer. But it didn't lose its mind. It looked at the Great Magister with its eyes shining with arcane light, adding a limit to this contract.

it says:

"Blue dragon strongholds other than Coldara are open to you. You can also try to make arcane contracts with young dragons and dragon people, but if I find out that you have achieved your goals by fraudulent methods, this contract will be invalid immediately. .

Now!

   Open the Night Well and infuse it with superior magic power! immediately! "

   "Yes, my great weaver."

The Great Magister chuckled and held the arcane imprint that shone with blue luster in his hand, and then transferred it to his forehead. As the imprint shone, the invisible magic net of Azeroth opened up to her high-level permissions. .

   Like the blue dragons, she can ignore the shackles of the magic net and use all kinds of magic anywhere.

   Elisande made the courtesy of a humble servant, she nodded to the great astrologer behind her who also obtained the authority of the magic net, and the latter exited the dome hall.

   After more than ten seconds, all the magic valves of the Night Well were opened, and the terrifying arcane magic power poured out continuously.

The magic weaver released the blue dragon artifact focusing rainbow that he brought. This arcane gem as pure as dragon eye began to absorb the magic power of the night well, and soon set off a wave one after another in the entire range of Suramar. Magic tide of waves.

  Malygos raised the Focusing Iris in front of him with the assistance of Senegos.

   It personally aimed the artifact bestowed by the Titan in the direction of the Maelstrom. The Blue Dragon King was filled with joy and revenge, knowing that the fatal blow it had prepared with all its might could not kill Deathwing.

   As long as the power of the earth is on the dragon, it will not die.

   But that’s okay.

  It's better alive!

   This means that after today's Supreme Passion, it will have to endure more pain before it can mourn and die. This is the revenge Malygos wants!

   This is the best sacrifice for those who died thousands of years ago.

   "Neltario"

   The Spellweaver manipulates the Focusing Iris, which has begun to draw the magic of the entire Broken Isles' subterranean web, and its dragon's eyes are full of maddening light.

   It saw.

   It saw the tragic Deathwing running desperately towards the Maelstrom.

   It saw the madness of the destroyer and the madness that was driven into a desperate situation, and it felt gratified and happy for this.

   "Neltharion, my brother."

   Malygos' crystalline dragon claws buckled on the surface of the Focusing Iris, and it gritted its teeth and said:

   "Come on, feel my pain for ten thousand years, this is just revenge to say hello to you! Senegos, let's come together, this revenge also has your share."

   Taikoo Blue Dragon readily responded, and also stretched out its claws to buckle on the other end of the Focusing Rainbow.

   "Boom"

   In the cheerful laughter of the two primordial blue dragons, the dark night well's thousand-year-old magic power was almost exhausted, and it was transformed into an arc of extreme arcane impact under the magic of the Focusing Rainbow.

  Under the simultaneous manipulation of the Spell Weaver and Senegos, it turned into a blue light spear that ripped apart the sea, crossed half of the endless sea in an instant, and hit the back of Deathwing who was caught off guard with precision.

   The most terrifying thing is that, in order to increase the pain it bears, Malygos's light spear shot is not instantaneous, but continuous.

With the rotation of the focusing rainbow, the arcane light swept across the back of Deathwing like the sharpest blade, like the sharpest fervent knife, along the back of the fallen dragon king, cutting it A quarter of the rear half of the body that was smashed by Odin was completely cut off.

   "Malygos! Vicious dragon! When I come back, I'm going to stutter you! I swear!"

  Deathwing's frantic roar echoed above the maelstrom.

   Like a plane crash, it fell obliquely to the super-giant whirlpool that was constantly rotating below.

   smashed his head into the torrent water, splashed with sparkling water, and returned to the deep rock continent, the element frontier, in the vortex.

   But two consecutive fatal raids caused Deathwing's power to run out of control. When it collided with the connection between the elemental realm and the material world, the out-of-control force of the earth collided with the connection point of the two planes.

   In an instant, the entire continental shelf of Azeroth began to vibrate. Although it lasted for a short time, this earthquake that spread throughout the world still made the complexion of the Spellweaver who completed the first stage of revenge change greatly.

   It didn't even have time to enjoy the joy in its heart, so it returned to the Eye of Eternity using a transcontinental portal with the Focusing Rainbow.

   This one seems to be playing a bit too big.

   As the dragon king of the guardian dragon, it is very closely related to Azeroth, and the collision just now is likely to bring new waves to the world.

   It has to confirm this.

   And at the same time Deathwing plunged into Deepholm, its severed quarter of its body also plunged into the icy endless sea.

   The flesh and blood that escaped the fallen Dragon King was continuously twisted and multiplied in the water, and its flesh and blood filled with the void seemed to begin some kind of weird change.

   This soon caught the attention of the "natives" near the Maelstrom.

   A group of disturbed Nagas rushed to this waters, and the Naga of this small clan began to search this sea territory at the request of their mistress.

   A few minutes later, a Naga sea witch presented something to the mistress.

   "What is this? A sword?"

   Mother Naga curiously used her six hands to hold the barbarian-style steel sword, which was still stained with corrupt flesh. When she touched it with her fingers, she felt the power flowing.

   "Ha, Queen Azshara will surely reward us for this miraculous discovery."

   The cunning and vicious Mother Naga waved her arms excitedly, she screamed:

   "Protect the monstrous Worldbreaker's flesh and blood! Immediately send someone to send this sword to Nazjatar to present it to the Queen, our clan rises, today!

   Praise the Queen, Praise Azshara! "

—

   "Poof"

In Dalaran, where it finally calmed down, in the ruins that hit the sinkhole, Black grabbed Thorbane's battle axe, raised his knife and chopped off the head of the magic lord Malacras, who was dragged out of the ruins. down.

  Beside him, Little Xingxing was using a troll's voodoo magic, very unskilled to extract the "magic essence" from Zul'jin's dead head.

   In a farther place, the little murlocs brought back by the asteroid are also skillfully arranging the ritual of extracting divine power.

   There are four loa's divine power remaining in Zul'jin's body. Except for the agreement with the Eagle God Egilsson to make up for his divine power, the other three loa's divine power can be used by Black at will.

   "Hey~ Dirty stuff."

  Xiaoxing saw that Blake threw the head of the sorcerer and let her squeeze the magic essence, so she pinched her nose and said:

   "Captain, your interest is getting more and more strange. Are you going to collect the heads of the enemies as collectibles? This is a custom of barbarians."

   "You know shit."

  Black would be very weak, and his tone was naturally rude. He glanced at the battle axe in his hand, threw it into his luggage, and answered with a dwarf pipe in his mouth:

   "Both heads are encased in divine power, and they can be crafted into great magical trinkets. I've given them good names.

   Zul'jin is called 'Berger Call', and the sorcerer is called 'Skull of Hex'.

   I don’t need it, but in this big robbery, my incompetent subordinates all contributed. As a leader with clear rewards and punishments, it is natural to reward them. "

   "Crack!"

  The murloc agrees with Black's statement.

  It will be like offering a treasure, holding the arm blade of Zul'jin's fist of the gods with difficulty, and raising this simple and brutal weapon to its owner.

  Black picked up the thing, tried it in his hand, and shook his head in disappointment.

  This thing is very lethal, but unfortunately it is still not a weapon for assassins. Not to mention it is too heavy, and it is not friendly to shadows. This is a melee weapon for warriors.

   To be precise, it is for trolls.

   Its handle position perfectly matches the arm length of trolls, and fighters of other races always feel a bit "top-light-heavy" when using it.

   He glanced outside, and was about to get up to look elsewhere, but suddenly heard Saratas's lazy warning:

   "Be careful, there are a large group of demons approaching you, little master. Although I perceive that they are not very strong, but the number is quite large, it will still be very troublesome if you don't deal with them properly."

   "Where is it?"

  Blake's suspicious perception is surrounded by nothing!

   "Not in this world, they travel in dreams!

   The door of dreams opened by fool Ysera gave them a chance to travel through the world. There is something about you that attracts them strongly, they sense your weakness, and they want to rush to slaughter you.

   Get ready!

   Alas, the loyal me is not by your side, what will you do in the future? "

   (end of this chapter)