Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 614 167. Life-threatening ghost-adding updates for the birth of a baby [2230]

   was warned by Xal'atas, but the pirates did not panic.

   He reached out and touched the legendary accessory he was wearing around his neck. He almost forgot about the negative effects that came with it.

   Before Ysera opened the gate of dreams in Dalaran to protect his life, it was equivalent to that Blake was indeed close to the node between the dream and the present world, and it was not surprising to attract those satyrs with the ability to step on dreams.

   But a mere Sutter.

  The pirates have just had a fight with Deathwing. Although they are weak now, are they still afraid that they will be commanded by a "three surname slaves"?

  嘁, with Sartre's general strength, it's just a matter of how many come and how many die.

   With this thought in mind, the stinky pirate got up from the gravel under his butt, patted his tattered Death Shadow battle suit, and glanced forward.

   Varian and a group of mages who came over were there to "collect the corpse" for Lothar.

  Anduin Lothar's condition is extremely miserable.

   He was scorched almost all over his body, but he was not dead. Circles of runes wrapped around Lothar's scorched body, maintaining his half-life state.

   It was as if the time that belonged to Lothar was frozen.

   That is the power from Odin.

  The Lord of War couldn't save him, because of the strange power of Deathwing, Lothar's soul was polluted, and he couldn't be ascended to Valhalla.

   He could only use this method to prevent Lothar from falling into the Shadow Realm, or into Hela's hands.

   Obviously, Odin also knew that it was not a good place.

Beside Varian and the mages, stood two small Valkyries wearing heroic armor, lightning wing helmets, ceremonial spears with golden red ribbons, large shields and golden wings. Valkyrie.

   That is Odin's war maid.

   It looks like it should be a low-level Valkyrie, and can't be called the "Valkyrie" title.

   This is the representative sent by Odin to protect Anduin Lothar. Their fighting power is only close to the legendary, and they may not be the opponents of mortal warriors in real fights.

   But their appearance represents Odin's attitude.

Dare to assassinate Lothar, who had only one breath left, in front of their eyes, it was equivalent to punching Odin in the face. Dare to punch a Titan guardian in the face, it meant that a team of heroic men would soon jump off the rainbow bridge. , accurate door-to-door "send warmth".

   This is Odin's compliment to Lothar.

   After all, the bald old man has just completed the test of courage under the watchful eye of Odin. In theory, he is already a member of the Hall of Valor.

  Although I couldn't go to the Warrior Paradise due to my personal circumstances, the courtesy that I should have is indispensable.

   "This is really a 'golden toilet'."

  The pirate muttered in a low voice.

   He glanced at the character card, his serious injury had turned into a minor injury after the rest, and the chaotic magic power in the body was also showing signs of recovery.

   "You stay busy here."

  Black turned back and told the little fishman:

   "Pause Zul'jin's power extraction for a while, gather my incompetent subordinates, send Zul'jin's body out, and look around.

   Put away all valuables and retreat to Silverpine Forest.

  I'll be there in a while.

   As for you, little star, you can wait a little longer in Dalaran, maybe there will be some time when you are 'busy'. "

   "But I don't want to stay here any longer."

  Xiaoxing held two troll heads in his hands and complained:

   "This place makes me feel very insecure, and I think I should also retreat. With my 'merit' today, it is impossible for my grandfather to force me to go back any more.

  I made enough money today, I just want to find a place to relax now.

  Today was really exciting. "

   "If you stay here, you stay!"

  Black gave her a "stare" and said:

   "I didn't even shout that I was tired. You have to keep me going. If something goes wrong, you will be expected to come out."

   After saying that, the pirate turned and jumped into the shadows, heading towards the other part of the city.

   On the way, he could see the fighting postures of the heroic warriors who jumped out of the Hall of Valor and fell into the broken Dalaran to expel the demons under Odin's order.

   These guys have steel and thundercast bodies, and they hold exaggerated and huge weapons. There are not many people, only ten people in a combat team.

   But their unparalleled appearance among the demons really made the pirates speechless.

   It took less than five minutes for these ten people to land, and they had already swept away two demon strongholds and destroyed the portal leading to the demon star Mardon. All the demons were killed by them.

   But Black also noticed that there was something wrong with the number of legendary demons in the city.

   Logically speaking, the demon portal has been open for nearly an hour now, and the number of legendary demons coming from Mardon should not be so small.

   Either the polluters have suspended the invasion plan, or there is some powerful guy who has been persevering in hunting down those demon lords while Dalaran suffered various disasters.

   Who else could it be?

   "Brother Egg is really fierce."

  Black exclaimed sincerely:

   "As long as it's something related to demons, I'll have no problem with him. He has prevented a large-scale demon invasion by himself. He's a man who can be reassuring.

  How could Tyrande become blind and not choose him?

   Is it really because taming a druid is the ultimate dream of all hunters?

No way? "

   The stinky pirate's broken thoughts, and the trade wind crow flying next to him was trembling. Miss Hisari Black Crow really wondered if she had been seen through by this mysterious stinky pirate.

When    said something to tame the Druid, the guy's fingers were shaking with excitement.

   "Probably not?"

   Miss Black Crow thought:

   "I pretended so well, he shouldn't have noticed the problem, right? Why don't I eat more bugs tomorrow? However, his slander about the sacrifice of the moon is really hateful!

  I will write down his blasphemous words, and use them as evidence of his 'sin' in the future!

   Lady Tyrande and Lord Malfurion have good tempers, but they will definitely not let him go when they hear such blasphemous words. "

"coming!"

   Blake, who was sneaking forward in the shadows, suddenly stopped and stopped firmly at the top of a collapsed house. With a slight flick of his left hand, the Nethersea chain wrapped around his wrist roared and flew forward.

The barbed short spear, as sharp as a small harpoon, flew forward, just piercing the neck of a satyr devil that rushed out of the dream vortex. The unlucky monster didn't even let out a howl, and was pulled by the smelly pirate. myself here.

   The legendary long sword in his hand held it upside down and fell.

With a    puff, a wide-eyed demon head with black horns and a weird mane flew out.

   "Sartre!"

Flying high in the sky, Thesari Black Crow immediately recognized the type of weird demon hacked to death by the pirates. She was startled and screamed and flapped her wings to fly high to avoid falling into the infamous fall of the satyr demon. in sorcery.

   In the whirlpool of weird dreams that kept appearing in front of Black's eyes, the brigade of satyr hunters and wizards rushed out of it.

   These guys are nearly two or three meters tall, with a human-shaped torso. From the waist up, you can see an elf-like figure, but below the waist they have demon-like recurve hooves and a long wagging tail.

  They have manes all over their bodies, like beard fur, sharp and evil claws, goat-like black horns on their heads, and vicious eyes shining in their eyes.

   Compared with other grotesque demons, these satyrs belong to the "acceptable" degenerate appearance, after all, they still have a personal appearance.

   But they are no less dangerous than the demons of the Burning Legion.

   Looking at the flexible and vicious eyes of these guys, you can tell that they have the rare "excellent qualities" of the demons of the Burning Legion, that is, they have enough vicious wisdom to complete more terrible corruption and destruction.

  Satyrs generally do not have the powerful bodies of demons. Their height is no different from that of ordinary elves, but they are good at all kinds of fallen magic and have the strange ability to walk in dreams.

   The most important thing is that Satyr lives in Azeroth compared to the demons who live in the Twisting Nether!

   Their stronghold is here. For the past 10,000 years, the satyrs have been the chief adversaries of the priests and sentries of the Kaldorei Moon God Realm.

   A thousand years after the end of the War of the Ancients, the immortal satyrs even started a protracted war on Mount Hyjal and other elves gathering places.

  The war, with countless elves killed, dealt a heavy blow to the Kaldorei, and even caused the Cenarion Order to suffer its worst loss since the War of the Ancients.

   That war nine thousand years ago was called the "Satyr War", a tragic event that cannot be erased from the history of the Kaldorei night elves.

   But that battle did not completely wipe out the satyrs.

   As far as Black knows, currently in Kalimdor continent, wherever there are night elves, Satyr demons are always with them, and they have endless anger against the kaldorei elves in their hearts.

   They would rather give everything to subvert the kingdom of the Moon God, and the reason for such deep hatred is actually understandable.

  Because every satyr demon was transformed from an elves, and the first batch of satyrs were the products of the upper elves who lost everything and fell into evil on their own initiative.

   They hated the kaldorei for ruining their glorious age, and this hatred even transcended time, and has formed an immortal tradition to this day.

   Kaldorei and Sartre, destined to exist only one.

   "Give it over!"

  The leader of the satyrs, with purple fire burning in both claws, the big satyr phantom in corrupt and weird elven armor shouted in a piercing voice:

   "Hand over the treasures of the leader of Savarik, pirates, we will mercifully leave your corpse!"

   "You guys want this, right?"

  The pirate emerges from the shadows, grabbing the legendary necklace around his neck.

   said to the satyrs who surrounded him, scolded him in demonic and salas language, aimed at him with various demonic weapons, and prepared to start a slaughter and slaughter:

   "Why are you so unstyled? When this thing fell into the hands of the devil, I didn't see your leader taking you and taking the initiative to twist the void to grab it back.

How come    is now in my hands, and your courage is so strong all of a sudden?

   Do you **** think I'm weaker than the devil? Do you think your ridiculously depraved power, the ridiculous evil you proclaim, can scare me? "

   "We're not declaring evil, ignorant humans!"

  The Satyr shadows blocked the surrounding shadows, so that Blake could not escape. There were many of them, and the satyrs who kept emerging from the dream vortex quickly blocked a street.

   They felt that the advantage was in me, so the phantom man laughed, moved his terrifying claws, and covered himself with purple arcs.

  It folded its arms and said proudly with its tail:

   "We are evil!

   We desecrated the temples of the Kaldorei, we captured their children, we terrorized their souls in nightmares, and we made the elves scream every night.

  You humans cannot understand the evil that Sartre represents, just as you can only dwell in your small kingdom, like a frog sitting in a well watching the sky.

   We don't even bother to look at your dreams, your imagination and your fears are too weak.

   You pathetic low creatures! "

   "Your horns are beautiful, are they waxed on purpose to make them look shiny?"

  When the satyrs brazenly declared their 'evil', Blake's focus was rather strange, he looked at the head of the satyr phantom and its horns in front of him.

   He stretched out his hand and rubbed his chin, and said solemnly:

   "I love your horns, friend, and I've decided to stash your skull to adorn my battle flag. Your elegantly angled horns will surely add a dark grace to my pirate flag.

Hello!

Did you hear it?

  When you kill it for a while, be careful not to break the horns, I want that thing. "

"Um?"

  Black's reaction made the Satyr Shadowman very suspicious.

   It followed the pirate's gaze to the sky, and in the next instant took a step back in panic, pushed aside the satyrs around him, and wanted to escape into the dream whirlpool behind him.

but.

   "Om"

   The swirling and burning moon blade whistled and fell from the sky. After slicing off the heads of four or five Satyr demons along the way, it precisely got stuck on the way the shadow man escaped.

   The fel flames that flowed like a mirror on the wide moon blade in front of him even reflected the horrified face of the phantom and the stinky pirate who appeared from behind it and sneered.

  The latter grabbed a long sword with shining magic power, grabbed the horn of the Satyr Shadowman with his left hand with the seal, and slashed his mane-covered neck with his right hand.

   The next moment, the headless corpse slammed into the dream whirlpool.

Blake lifted the satyr's head and put it in front of his eyes, looking at the demon's eyes frozen in fear. Behind him, Illidan Stormrage descended in the form of a demon in the background of the chaotic satyrs. He whispered softly. Say:

"Are you guys here to **** the treasure? Or are you here to make me laugh? What do you ignorant satyrs take me for? I think if 'the ancestor satyr' Xavius ​​came in person, I might still sigh Once it became the 'evil wisdom' of three surname servants, it might be frightened to turn around and run.

   After all, not just any guy can have the experience of continuously serving such big men as Queen Azshara, Lord Sargeras, and N'Zoth the Demon of Thousand Bears.

   From this point of view, Lord Xavius ​​is also a 'legend'.

   But you descendants are really disappointing.

   Your proclaimed 'evil' is sure to be popular with children.

   But don't worry, I will visit you in Felwood Forest in a while, and tell you a story about evil by the way, remember to prepare the course fee. "

   (end of this chapter)