Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 671 2. Your uncle is still your uncle

   "Weak flesh worm, did you summon me to this world to dedicate your sad world to the Burning Legion?"

   As the third lord of Nathrezim, Mephistos was very well-mannered when he appeared, and even the first lines that came to Azeroth seemed so "king's breath".

   It is larger than the frail Kathanatil, but not bloated.

   The Nathrezim armor he wears is also more gorgeous and complete than Black's previous demons.

   If you look closely, you can also see the fallen pattern on the Mephistos armor. Its waist and abdomen are embellished with a very beautiful large gem, which is also sea blue.

   It seems that this third lord really has the same excellent aesthetics as Blake in terms of color.

   The most distinctive part of its body, in addition to the beautiful navy blue wings, is its demonic horns, which are twisted into an elegant arc toward the sky, and the front half has been completely crystallized.

   shone with a faint blue light.

  , like its demonic hooves, has a stunning blue phantom in the black.

   made Blake fall in love at first sight.

  The stinky pirate couldn't help but start to think that after he changed into this demon, he transformed into a little in the battle. Oh, he is handsome! That chic!

   can definitely attract the attention of everyone on the battlefield and become the most beautiful boy in the crowd.

   "Little Master! Stabilize your mind, it hasn't started yet, why are you disturbed by its halo of mental chaos?"

  Xalatas' reminder with a weird laugh echoed in Black's heart, making the pirate's slightly blurred eyes suddenly recover. He patted his forehead and whispered:

   "These guys are really hard to guard against, the more powerful they are, the worse they will be."

   "Yeah, Nasrezim never fights the enemy head-on. When you feel the victory is in your hands when you face them, then you've already been hit."

   Xalatas exclaimed:

   "Hey, look, you can't do it without me by your side, right?"

   "Do it!"

  Black did not respond to the words of the Void Essence, and shouted towards the surroundings.

   Three legendary mages activate at the same time.

   A circle of tool people and warlocks also howled to inject their own magic power into the ceremony. Coupled with Black's presidency, a heavy force poured out along the ceremony in an instant.

   Those magic powers turned into three chains, trapping Mephistos in place with a rattling sound.

The third lord, who was greedily reaching out and grabbing the head of Gul'dan on the altar, let out a roar, and immediately turned into a bat and dissipated, but this unique skill of the Nathrezim clan had not yet been released, and was taken by Black. Shadow Fury smashed past.

   This large-scale forced stun spell is becoming more and more easy to use in the hands of pirates, and it is already instant.

   He laughed and grabbed Gul'dan's head, and a flash disappeared in front of the demon.

   landed on the back of the third lord, waved his hand and threw two swirling Shadow Moon Blades, which were fired with a shadow attack ignoring defenses. The swirling left and right left a vicious scar that could be seen deep in the bones on the root of the demon lord's wings.

  The moon blade was also smeared with poison specifically for fel creatures, and the formula naturally came from the "omniscient" Miss Saratas.

  The effect is outstanding!

   The third lord, who was being suppressed by the dark cycle ritual, screamed in pain. Its counterattack was fast and ruthless. Raising its claws, it sent a chaotic wave towards the weakest Archmage Alan in the circle triangle.

  The extracted fel energy and shadow alternated to form an energy storm, swarming towards Alan, but the latter didn't care, he raised his staff and added a magical flame to himself.

   does not inspire either.

   It is outrageous to use this damaging spell as defensive magic!

The    Chaos Wave and Flame Ring collision canceled out, and the aftermath of the magical collision knocked the disgraceful Warlock Apprentices out of their tool man positions, putting more pressure on the three Archmages and Black.

   "I still have physical suppression, Lord Mephistos."

  Black took two steps back, grabbed Gul'dan's skull in his hand, and whistled upwards, and the expressionless Windrunner mother appeared at the top of the higher tower with the Lingxing longbow.

   She grabbed two Void Spikes, aimed down with a bow, and warned:

   "Next time you whistle to summon me, be careful I beat you, my highness. I am your retainer, not your summoned beast!"

   Five seconds later, two meteor-like sniper arrows shot down one after the other from above. Mephistos, who was restrained by the ritual suppression, could not dodge at all. He could only bulge his wings behind him, turning it into a shield to resist in front of him.

   It doesn't know the weird two-hit special effects of the art-like Lingxian longbow.

   The first Void Spike pierced its beautiful wings and did not harm the third lord, making Nathrezim relieved.

   Then the next Void Spike with a 50% destructive power stabbed from the same position, tearing apart its wings and nailing it to its fear armor.

  The darkness of mourning lingering on the arrow erupted like bone-chilling bitterness, tearing open a swirling, **** wound in the heart of the dreadlord, and a liquid like toxin flowed into his body, causing Mephistos to be heartbroken.

   "Die, idiot!"

  The third lord roared in anger and waved his claws downward, and the three burning hellfire structures were driven to smash into the warlock tower in the whistling.

   "Meteorite Magic Specialist" Prince Farodis became interested as soon as he saw the meteorite.

He raised his head energetically, and threw a flame towards the sky. The extremely good meteorite fell uninvited. Crushed to pieces.

   turned into a fel-energy meteor entwined with faint green light spots, streaked across the sky, and crashed into the outer sea of ​​Tol Barad.

  What a beautiful fel meteor shower.

   "This elf's meteorite technique is so powerful!"

  The dreadlord Mephistos, who was determined to teach these **** a lesson, was taken aback by Prince Pharodis.

   It grinned, and some dared not imagine the feeling of this series of meteorites hitting itself.

  Death, but not death.

   But when such a large flaming stone falls, it must be very painful, right?

   With this kind of nonsensical thought that should not have appeared in the battle, the third lord Jie Jie sneered and disappeared into a flowing fog of shadows.

   is like a demon assassin.

   Sure enough, what Black said was right, this guy is a rare "Shadow Specialization" for the Nathrezim demons!

   Its stealth skills are no worse than the watchmen.

  Er, although dreadlords are generally good at hiding, Mephistos's escaping into the shadows is not the same as the simple dissipating and hiding of other dreadlords.

   Its stealth is a unique attack skill!

   "Darkness and loneliness, shadows creeping haha, die, idiots!"

   In the gloomy laughter of the third lord, as it dissipated into the shadow, the large shadow magic began to form a chaotic impact, like a cluster bombing at the magic level.

   It was like Mephistos rolled up a sea tide in the shadows, surging towards the surroundings.

   But all the lives around the magic circle ceremony were embarrassed by this frantic magic shock.

   There are also two dark shadows of demons that were shaped on both sides of the ceremony. They vividly gave off the third lord's signature sneer, and were wrapped in fel energy and rushing around.

   The good scene suddenly became chaotic, and the weak and incompetent apprentices of warlocks were covering their heads with blood on their faces, and they could only hold their heads and squat in defense.

  If there is no Holy Light Priest here to disperse all the surrounding shadows, as long as the third lord is still hiding in the shadows, the impact of this chaos will not stop.

   There is, of course, a way to end this vicious chaos besides priests.

   "Waiting for you!"

   Black, who had already hid in the shadows earlier, curled his lips. He extracted the magic power from Gul'dan's skull and entered a unique "shadow" form.

  Well, this form is actually no different from the "Demonization" skill possessed by Gul'dan's Skull before. The only difference is that this transformation does not involve the slightest bit of evil energy.

   It is completely pure shadow magic that wraps the pirates and completes the enhancement of the spellcasting form.

In the posture of a black faceless shadow demon wrapped in magic power, he flapped the wings of the magic power behind him, and a complex shadow symbol appeared on his forehead, and then fell on the shadow marked by Sarasta with the power of the void. Behind the third lord.

   With his superb stealth skills, he kicked the third lord on the neck.

The    impact was not strong and did not hurt Mephistos at all, but relying on the impact of shadows and shadows, the third lord was forcibly knocked back into the material world from the state where the shadows dissipated.

   This is not over yet.

The shadow demonized Blake leaned his head and stopped behind the angry and screaming Mephistos, raised his claws, and swung forward six shadow scythes. The swish swish of the demonized sharp blade almost gave the third lord behind his neck. Open the scoop.

   This skill was originally called Fel Scythe, a warlock magic used by Gul'dan for melee combat.

  Blake took it and changed it a bit, using shadow magic to drive it, reducing its destructive power, but greatly improving its stealth.

   swung his hand forward to mark the demon with a catastrophe, and threw out a ball of soul fire that condensed the form of a shadow demon. The purple fireball with a big head slammed into the back of the third lord with a bang.

   shattered the gorgeous Nathrezim armor, and left an unsightly corrosion scar on the Dreadlord.

  The third lord who returned to the material world already felt that something was wrong.

   It is increasingly pessimistic about the situation today.

  I really underestimated these bugs, and it also realized one thing later.

   Ever since he entered this world, his mind has always been unable to concentrate, and even in the battle just now, it seemed that there was a stick in his mind.

   Damn!

  They are more than that!

   There is also an invisible guy who affects himself at the level of mental tactics that he is best at. No wonder his head is so hard today! Head-to-head combat has never been a Nathrezim tradition!

   If it was said that being suppressed and attacked by four legends before, only made the third lord feel pressure and unhappy, then now, after realizing that a spiritual master was interfering with the battlefield, the third lord wanted to run.

no!

  I'm in a bad state today. I didn't read the calendar when I went out. It's not suitable for fighting, so I'd better apply oil to the soles of my feet.

   I want to make a statement here, it’s not that I can’t beat it myself!

   Instead, he wants to leave his useful body and every power behind to serve the Lord Sargeras and the Great Denathius devoutly. What is the point of dying here inexplicably?

   Mephistos stepped into the trap, and the fight might have been a little tough.

   But it has to run, and these people on the scene really can't stop it.

   The frontal combat effectiveness of the Nasrezim among the high-level demons of the Burning Legion is indeed almost meaningless. Their real advantage is their brains and endless means.

   "Go! I order you, eat them!"

  The reckless and embarrassed Mephistos threw a strange object forward and gave orders in demon language.

   That thing is like a "drone" that automatically searches for enemies. The moment it was thrown out by the third lord, it used a precise teleportation to arrive in front of Dean Lanyue.

   shocked the dean who was concentrating on suppressing the dreadlord.

   Mainly because the shape of this thing is too strange!

   That's a skull!

A bizarre, bizarre, pale and mixed with burnt black, like a weathered skull that has been dead for a long time, but it is embellished with gems and precious metals, as well as a pair of small black horns, and the upper and lower jaws are constantly opening and closing and making a clicking sound. bone.

   It seems to have its own consciousness.

  After the teleportation, the dark purple eye sockets on the skull gathered together, and shot two magic rays towards the dean, which were blocked by the dean's magic shield.

   Then, it grinned.

"Danger!"

   The Aluneth Scepter in the hands of Dean Blue Moon let out a scream, actively activating the arcane barrage, knocking on the weird Gollum like a warhammer, and knocking the latter out like a baseball.

  The thing tumbled in the air, lost its balance, and let out an old man's panicked coughs and screams, as well as a series of incomprehensible alien "hometown dialects".

   Seems to be insulting the local spellcasters. How impolite! Actually attacked it, a frail old warlock tens of thousands of years old.

   "Alas! You actually carry this good thing with you!"

   saw that the skull was swept away, and the smelly pirate who was planning to attack Mephistos brightened.

With a   , he disappeared on the spot, and when he reappeared, he jumped into the air, and accurately grabbed the tumbling black and purple skull in his hand. A watchman flipped to the ground, and he was not in a hurry when he saw that the chaos caused by the skull caused the third leader to run.

   Instead, he lowered his head, looked at the skull in his hand, coughed a few times, and cleared his throat.

   said to the skull in the hand in strange Eredar:

   "Master Thacher, do you remember Archimonde, the apprentice who betrayed you back then? The knife he chopped off your head with his hand was very wonderful.

   But I avenged you.

   I don't know if you have received the news. Some time ago, the polluters came to destroy our world, and as soon as they appeared, they were embarrassed and returned to the Twisted Void.

   This is a big relief for you old man, don't you express it? "

   "Oh, I don't believe it!"

  The skull of the eredar held in Black's hand moved its chin up and down, making a sharp old sarcastic sound, it said:

   "My apprentice Archimonde is very ambitious, and his strength is worthy of his ambition. Just a bug like you, Archimonde can blow you to death"

   "Hey, this is the proof!"

  Blake didn't refute either. He took out the big purple enlightenment mark from his luggage and threw it in his hand. Seeing this thing, the flying skull in his hand immediately became excited.

   "Give it to me! With it, I can remember the sealed knowledge! Quick! Give me the Enlightenment Seal! That's what belongs to me!

   Archimonde is just a sad usurper! "

   "Want this? Okay."

  Blake grinned, stood up, moved his hands and feet in place, and shouted:

   "Leave it, and I'll put the mark on your forehead, I'll do what I say! Master Thacher, I'll give you the chance, can this wave take revenge on the Legion?

   It depends on your performance. "

  The stinky pirate acted like a football player kicking the ball, dropped the skull in his hand, and kicked the third lord Mephistos, who fled towards the portal.

   "Master, let's go!"

   (end of this chapter)