Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 822 153. Even if N'Zoth comes in person, don't try to stop us from sending heads!

   Sierra Moonguard ran away.

   Maybe it was the team that lost to Blake and Nasa, or maybe it was because he sensed the other party's determination not to give up until his goal was achieved.

   In short, in a chaotic battlefield, the Fallen Watcher Moonguard left his "compatriots" behind, fled into the shadow of the void, and soon disappeared into the furnace of the storm.

   "Sorry, I couldn't stop her, you genuine watchmen are too powerful, and it really isn't something that a crooked monkey watchman like me can deal with."

  Black covered his stomach playfully, and said to Nasa, who was dressed in rough clothes behind him, with a painful expression:

   "I'd love to give my life to keep her. But you know mine, I'm not that great yet."

   "It's not your fault."

  Nasa leaned on her moon blade and breathed heavily on the spot. She looked at the smashed Void Soul in front of her, and said in a tired tone:

   "The fallen Sera is too strong, the void has strengthened her destructive power, and I can't do better if I do it. You can leave your life under her blade is enough."

   "Well, that's true."

  The pirate glanced at the newly refreshed magic shield in front of him, rubbed his chin and recalled the deadly sharpness that Sera Moonguard had broken through two layers of shields just now, and nodded in agreement.

   With the tenacity of the magic shield derived from the order of one third of his current outrageous HP bar, it is definitely not something that anyone can break through with a single blow.

  Apart from old Hemet, who specializes in sniping, there is almost no shortcut to breaking this magic shield other than crushing it with strength.

   From this point of view, Sera Moonguard has indeed been strengthened to the extreme by the power of the void in terms of destructive power. She had been detached from the watchman's frame of power and had taken another path that no one had ever traveled.

   "Think on the bright side, everyone except her has been found by you."

  Black also pretended to console:

   "Perhaps you should quickly drag your compatriots out of the Void Egg, remember my advice, and don't let them run around after taking them back.

   Put them in the cage of the watchmen, and it will take at least a hundred years to free them from the influence of the ancient gods. "

  The tired Nasa nodded silently.

   She turned around and glanced behind her. Those Fallen Watchers had already been subdued. With three secret passersby marksmen and a great Druid blocking the back path, they couldn't even run.

   "Poof"

   Windrunner's mother pulled out her bow and shot an arrow at the Void Eggs on the edge of the surrounding flesh-and-blood walls. The arrows swirled and broke three evil objects.

   In the stinking and disgusting liquid splash, three watchers covered in Void slime fell out of it.

  Nasa and the other watchmen immediately stepped forward to help them up, and pulled out the little octopus monsters that were lying on their faces, those ruthless ones who would corrode their minds and brains.

  The Arch Druid used natural magic to examine the bodies of these poor people. After the initial examination, the Moon Claw Arch Druid breathed a sigh of relief and said to the others:

   "Fortunately, their captive time is short, and their will is strong enough. Although there are signs of Void Corruption, their souls still belong to Elune.

   As long as you bring back Val'sharah and heal them slowly in the dream, they will recover after a few years. "

   This news boosted the morale of the saddened watchmen who had just fought a battle with their fallen compatriots. Under the command of Nasa, they quickly destroyed all the other Void Eggs and identified them one by one.

   After the last Warden veteran was rescued, Nasa was even more impatient.

   "The lady is not here."

  The loyal adjutant clenched the moon blade in her hand and said:

   "Could it be that she was taken to the depths of this nightmare land?"

   "Well, very likely."

  The stinky pirate fanned the flames beside him, and said with a malicious insincerity:

   "A character like a stinky woman might even be 'trained' by N'Zoth himself."

   After saying these words, the watchmen immediately glared at him.

   But Black whistled indifferently and said:

   "Look at me? This kind of thing is entirely possible, okay?"

   "Stop playing up boring fears, my disciple."

   Windrunner's mother couldn't stand it anymore, she grabbed the dark bow and said in a deep voice:

   "I played against Lady Maiev on Watch Island, and from what I know about her strength, it's very likely that she wasn't caught by the Void Creature at all.

   She might even be lurking here early in the morning.

   is trying to save her subordinates like us, or looking for an opportunity to destroy this hellish haunted place in one fell swoop. "

   "I'm going to continue looking for ladies here."

  Nasa let out a long breath and said to the other watchmen:

   "You send our compatriots back to the surface and wait patiently there. If I don't come back in the end, you take them back to Watch Island."

   "You can't do it alone."

  Other watchers were obviously unwilling to leave Nasa here alone.

  This ghost place is so infiltrating, and Nasa has just experienced a hard fight, leaving her behind is equivalent to letting her commit suicide.

   But just as Nasa was about to speak, the Grand Druid who was treating the unconscious watchers suddenly stood up. He vigilantly sensed the surroundings, and the flowers on the wild staff in his hand were also withering rapidly.

   "Come on! This flesh and blood furnace is changing, I sense that the dream rift is opening here, and a new evil has entered here, Satyr!

   Those satyrs who escaped from Val'sharah's sacred tree cage, their destination is indeed here! "

   Moon Claw turned around and warned:

   "They are so numerous, the dreams are trembling, N'Zoth summons his own evil servants to surround us, hurry! Get out before they close!"

   Following Shaun Moonclaw's warning, Black also felt the environmental changes in the Furnace of Storms, and a strange feeling hung over the pirates.

   His body is still in the physical world, but his soul is drawn into another dimension.

   He even yawned.

   Everything in front of him became unreal, and the voice of the Moonclaw Great Druid seemed to go away, and a drowsy feeling rose in the pirate's mind.

   but dissipated after a few seconds.

   "Wake up, little master, the nightmare is attacking your sanity."

   Xal'atath, who awakened him from his stupor, warned:

   "The Sleeping City is getting closer and closer to the Material Plane, where the power of N'Zoth begins to manifest, and the Nightmare of Illusion is one of its domains.

  The druid said it right, a large group of satyrs are walking into the storm furnace through dreamland. They may have been summoned by their evil masters to defend the furnace.

   But I reckon that they may also be aimed at you, and you have their holy relic in your hand. "

"this?"

  Black grabbed the magic pendant hanging from his neck, pouted, and said:

  "Isn't it just a legendary pendant, these satyrs are really stingy, they suffered a loss in Dalaran, these **** still can't learn a lesson.

   It looks like they need another lesson.

   But what I care about is whether the ancestor Satyr Xavius ​​came over? The loyal servant of N'Zoth is a troublesome opponent. "

   "Wait, let me feel it."

   Xalatas said something, and after a few seconds she replied:

   "No, that group of Satris did not have the power fluctuations close to the demigod level, but at the head were several legendary Satyrs, who seemed to be aggressive and very difficult to deal with.

   And they are coming towards you, they are coming towards you! "

"Um."

   Black nodded.

   He jumped to the edge of this stomach-sac-like flesh-and-blood cave with a whistle, raised his hand and felt it on the disgusting wall.

   Relying on the perception of the sea water by Baron Torrent and Proudmoore's blood, he roughly calculated the distance between the cave wall and the outer sea water.

   is not as heavy as he thought.

   It seems that when N'Zoth's servants dug the island and built the Storm Furnace, they basically hollowed out the main body of the island connected to the continental shelf.

   "You all go!"

  The pirate turned around and shouted to the group of people behind him:

   "Everyone go, don't leave anyone behind. I'm going to fight the satyr here to buy time for you to find Maiev Shadowsong, everyone below the legendary get out!

  I'll tell the truth.

   N'Zoth's Fallen Kingdom of God is approaching the Material Plane. When the gate is opened, beings who are not powerful enough to look at it will go crazy at a glance. Staying here is just a burden.

   The people you want to save have already been saved. Your watchmen owe me a huge favor. It is not yet time for you to repay the favor. Please wait patiently.

  I will go to you to get paid.

  Teacher, please take them away, and transfer to the outer layer to help the Paladins stationed and stabilize the back path for me. "

"Um."

  Windrunner's mother nodded, grabbed the two unconscious watchmen and strode to the outer layer, walking neatly, as if she didn't care whether Black survived or not.

   Such an indifferent gesture made Emeril Shadowguard and Ryan Wolfrunner stunned for a while.

   Ms. Shadowguard also chased after a watchman on her back, and she asked in a low voice:

   "Aren't you worried about your disciple?"

   "He won't take the initiative to seek death. He never does anything he is not sure about. Because I know him well enough, I won't stay."

   Windrunner's mother said coldly:

   "You heard it just now, he doesn't need to be burdensome."

   "Am I a burden?"

   Miss Shadow Guard widened her eyes and said:

   "I'm a legendary ranger anyway! Your disciple can't look down on people like that!"

   "He used my mentor as a tool"

  Lilesa said expressionlessly:

   "Trust me, he didn't treat you as bait and cannon fodder that can be thrown away at will, which shows that he values ​​you very much."

   "Your master-apprentice relationship is too distorted, isn't it?"

  The Legendary Ranger whispered:

   "Such an arrogant disciple, why don't you beat him?"

   "Then I have to be able to beat him. Although he has always respected me, I know very well that after the battle of Dalaran, I am no longer his opponent.

   I could seriously injure him, but he was absolutely sure of sending me to a silent death.

  You were also deceived by his rude disguise.

  You're looking down on him, but that's exactly what he wants you to do. "

   Windrunner's mother sighed and said:

   "He's not a legend yet, beating a legend is the same as playing, I can't imagine the power of my monster disciple after breaking through to the extraordinary realm.

  Stop talking nonsense, take someone and go! "

  Miss Emeril wanted to refute it again.

   But Ryan Wolfrunner behind her pulled her sleeve. As a legendary ranger who was humiliated and captured by pirates, Lord Wolfrunner felt that what Lord Windrunner said was simply too right.

   That smelly pirate is a freak.

   Now, with the Windrunner mother taking the lead, the remaining watchmen are also under the command of Nasa, and they are moving quickly to take the newly rescued compatriots out of danger.

   But Nasa himself did not leave, nor did the Arch Druid Shaun Moonpaw.

  The pirate tapped on the wall as if to make a mark. He looked back at Nasa and Moonpaw behind him, and said with disgust:

   "I said it, don't leave it behind! Which word of this sentence do you not understand?"

   "I'm going to stay here looking for traces of the lady."

  Nasa had heard the noisy roar not far away, she took a fighting stance and said calmly:

   "I have a feeling that you will find a lady with you."

   "Taking care of those satyrs is the thousand-year mission given to me by the Cenarion Order, and I have taken care of them for more than nine thousand years! Because of my mistakes, these half-demons escaped from the sacred tree cage.

   It's my job to track them down, kill them, or get them back. "

  The Great Druid said with a serious expression:

   "This isn't just helping you, Lord Black, I'm just fulfilling my mission. Also, you said earlier that we'd have a chat, and our conversation hasn't started yet, how can I leave alone?"

   "Okay, one or two is not very skillful, but there are many reasons."

  Black pouted, ignoring them.

   He seemed to have no sense of Sartre's imminent threat. He still raised his hand and touched the blood-stained wall, not knowing what he was touching?

   Are you trying to catch fish?

   A minute later, a large dream fissure opened in front of the three of them, and the satyrs who had appeared in Dalaran City also jumped out of the dream vortex one by one.

   The satyr who appeared this time is much stronger than those weak chickens in Dalaran.

   glanced over, and it was full of high-level semi-demons.

   One by one, each with a ferocious posture, surrounded by shadows, holding bone knives and bows, and some with large demon dogs as pets.

  These horned demons, which most fit the image of the devil in folklore, are divided into several scattered queues, and each queue is led by a legendary satyr.

   They stared at the three people in front of them with their cold and evil eyes. As the nightmare continued to spread, their number quickly swelled to hundreds.

   In the biggest dream vortex, a mighty satyr lord with weird blue-gray skin and mane, wearing a combination of elf and ancient **** style eyeball armor, is walking from the dream into the material world step by step.

  Its size is two laps larger than the normal Satyr, and one lap bigger than the legendary Satyr.

  It also has some limbs alienation on its semi-demon body. Wherever it goes, the green fire of chaos accompanies it, stretching its evil shadow on the ground and twisting it.

   A satyr lord!

   The adjutant of the first ancestor, Satxavius, cannot be called a "weak" existence at any level.

   His evil power looks like a big man.

   Archdruids and Warden Lieutenants have taken their vigilance to the extreme.

   With so many elite semi-demon gatherings in front of them, it is still in this evil place that is their home field, and their abilities are greatly enhanced by the void.

   And because the sleeping city is close to the material world, where these satyrs are, the power of nightmares is constantly interfering with the thinking of normal life.

   Slow down their reactions and cloud their thinking. Under this situation, Rao is a well-informed great Druid who has experienced many wars, and there is already a hint of despair in his heart.

   But Black, who was behind him, kept hitting the wall with his fists, as if to measure the echo.

This guy.

   Surrounded by so many elite half-demons, is he not afraid at all? Could it be that, as Madam Windrunner joked, he enjoyed the feeling of being cornered and being hunted?

   "Blake Shaw."

  The blue-colored satyr lord didn't even look at the two elves in front of him, full of anger, thinking that he could finally taste the blood of the thief today, it just started in Saras, but it was interrupted by Black waving:

   "Wait a minute, didn't you see I'm busy? You uninvited **** can't understand what I'm doing. So, shh! Be quiet.

  Be good, and you will die happily. "

   (end of this chapter)