Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 824 155. Old Jean's Little Secret

  Icy sea water continued to pour out from the breach of the storm furnace, and soon filled the flesh and blood cave.

  After eating up the hapless Satyrs in Baku, it rushed out of this flesh-and-blood cave under the instruction of Black, and charged towards the depths of the storm furnace in a pig's leap.

  Blake's "strongest foreign aid" is finally in place, and there is a rampage in front of Baku, and the flesh-and-blood beasts and the faceless are nothing but things that can be solved with one bite.

The world of otherworldly demigods perished in the hands of the void. Although Baku is cunning to the point of being "cowardly", he is not shy about going into battle in person and looking for this Azeroth's The servants of the ancient gods scatter the evil fire in their hearts.

  It is pity for the Void servants sent here by N'Zoth. Before the great cause was completed, they were madly slaughtered by otherworldly demigods without the dignity of the strong.

   It’s okay to be killed.

  Baku, relying on himself to be assimilated by the Void, not only wants to kill, but also eats them!

   In this case, only the abyss creatures used their own filthy flesh to contaminate others. How could anyone have seen such a fierce demigod swallowing a faceless person?

  The assembled Paladins, the Uncrowned and the Royal Knights of Kul Tiras, who were guarding at the entrance of the Furnace of Storms, immediately understood when they saw Baku's incomparably valiant attack on those "weak" void creatures.

This is what   Black said to them before.

   "In the name of the Holy Light, purify the sins here!"

   Dasuohan took the lead, charging forward with the guardian of truth and the sun flail that shined brightly in the void, and the followers of the Holy Light behind him also followed.

  Shore, Nathanos and Moros and the Uncrowned elite led by Red Jack followed.

The Masters of the Uncrowned have prophesied to their followers that their battles in Kul Tiras are for a devotion to an ideal above matter, and the creed of the Uncrowned will be in this action destined to change the world. Get detached.

   There may have been people who doubted this statement before.

   But after seeing with their own eyes the evil things such as the Furnace of Storms that transcended the concept of "evil", all the Assassins participating in the exhibition were extremely convinced of their masters.

  If attacking such evil is not idealism of "changing the world and planning destiny", then what kind of behavior is worthy of what is called "the justice of the creed"?

   They are saving a country and even the whole world with their own double-edged swords!

   Look around you.

   Not only the paladins sang generously, but also the elves fought with them.

  Er, although the wraith sailors surging from the Nagfar are a bit dazzling, this does not prevent them from joining the righteous battle.

   This is bound to be another big event in the rise of the Uncrowned.

  It turns out that this is the creed declared by the master.

   As expected, it is so much higher than the standard adhered to by the third-rate killers who sell their skills for a little money.

But at this time, compared with the brave and uncrowned people who were swept by Baku like a "sweeping robot", the brave and uncrowned people who were infected by the creed mission, the master Blake and his two friends who were worshipped in their hearts. But it seemed a little leisurely.

  Especially Blake, who was holding a Sartre skull in his hands and admiring it repeatedly.

   His state of safety at this time is just "fishing".

   The stinky pirate's "collection addiction" seems to have committed again.

   This will look at the perfect Sartre's skull in his hand like an artist. It has to be said that there is a reason for Savarik to become the satyr lord.

  Look at how symmetrical and perfect this devil's horn is!

  Look at it between its eye sockets and the bones of its forehead. There is also a natural sunken mark, which is just right for a shadow gem to be inlaid.

   Finally, I looked at it with Professor Thacher's Argus phrenology point of view. The size and various parameters of this half-demon skull are very suitable for being made into a skull-shaped instrument.

  Because of the coordination and affinity of the Satyr Demon itself to the shadow magic, even if this skull is not carved, there is still evil magic reverberating in it.

  Black had already imagined the scene when he was holding the head of the satyr.

   Says how powerful it is, but it is not.

   In his hand, he has two treasures, the Skull of Sakir and the Skull of Gul'dan, but this Sartre's Skull is much better than his two skulls in terms of appearance.

   Lady Nasa, who followed behind him, glanced at a demon-style bone knife stuck on the flesh and blood ground washed by the sea water under her feet.

   This thing should belong to a certain satyr demon, but now its owner has long since disappeared, only a mass of claws left by the knife that was burned and melted by poisonous fire, hinting at the final whereabouts of the poor satyr.

   Lady Watcher shook her head slightly. Under the owl helmet, she glanced at Baku the Moon Eater, who was chasing a group of Faceless People in the hall of the Furnace of Storms and devouring them frantically.

  The huge body of the demigod and its use of poisonous fire to burn the void creatures, as well as its gesture of swallowing the Faceless, are so shocking to watch at any time.

   The entire silent storm furnace is already lively.

  Because of the ravages of Baku, this should be a gloomy and evil void holy place, which will be as noisy as a pig slaughtering farm.

   "It's really full of a dark and deep evil beauty, right? I'll take it out at night, and I'll definitely stun at least a dozen hapless dwarf cowards."

  Blake finally had enough of his appreciation. He threw his new collection into his suitcase and sighed again. Stretching his body, the magic eyeball on his shoulder turned to look at Nasa, and said:

   "Even if you are wearing a helmet, I can feel your hesitating to say anything, just ask whatever you want."

   "Is that the source of your confidence? A demigod at your command?"

   Warden Adjutant whispered:

   "And the Hydraxian Water Elemental Legion just now, the proto-turtle said that the elemental monarch tide hunters would come here in person, I thought he was intimidating us.

   How on earth did you find these strange reinforcements? "

   "Probably because I'm sociable and well-connected?"

  Blake tilted his head to make a thought action, he chuckled lightly and said:

   "What you really want to ask is, why can I find such a helper, and I have to try my best to contact Holy Light Church and you? Don't underestimate yourself, everyone has their own unique use.

  The appearance of a powerful big man can always make a big impact, but their "appearance fee" is generally very expensive. "

  The pirate shrugged, pointed to Baku, who was 'cleaning' the entire furnace with demigod poisonous fire, and said:

  “Like it.

   I dedicate the Storm Furnace to it as a 'gift', and it is willing to condescend to come and help me show prestige. Another example is His Majesty the Tide Hunter, you can never imagine the price I paid to ask it to help me as a backup.

   But Kojo is really lying to you, His Majesty the Tidehunter will not come here today, unless I encounter a desperate situation and call it actively, but that means I will owe a terrible debt to the Maw of the Abyss.

   I have to hide this summon as a hole card, I absolutely don’t need it if I can.

   There are a lot of prices in this world that I can't afford, and from this point of view, I'm really a 'poor' guy. "

   "So you brought us here as pioneers just because we were 'cheaper'?"

   Nasa said in a low tone:

   "You are really good at making people hate you."

   "You are not only cheap, but also easy to use!

  You took the initiative to enter the Furnace of Storms with me for various reasons. I don't even need to pay you salaries, nor do I need to bear the pension after the death of the war.

  You are simply the best tool people to use. "

   Black snapped his fingers and said:

   "The best thing is that I bring you in to help you achieve your goals, and you owe me a favor. You may make a small profit, but I will never lose.

  I think in the style of the watchmen, after a debt of favor, you won't have to yell at me, right? You are the black moonwalkers who want to face.

  I know best how to deal with you. "

   "I saw Ursoc just now.

   Just at the other end of the dream vortex opened by Savarik, in the Emerald Dream, Lord Ursoc, who has been wandering in the dream wilderness for several months, is waving to you.

   Even for a moment, but I swear I read it right. "

  The silent Great Druid Moonclaw suddenly said:

   "It's rare for a demigod of the wilderness to be so close to a mortal. A pirate and a noble demigod, it's hard for me to think about how the communication between the two of you came about?

  Maybe this has something to do with the ‘Ursoc Corruption Incident’ that happened in Northrend more than half a year ago?

  The official record of the Cenarion Order is that a noble blue dragon helped Lord Ursoc to end the pain, but now it seems that there is still an inside story about this matter?

  Why didn't you tell them the truth when Rende would hunt you down? No matter how stubborn Isolarius is."

   "Hush hush hush, be quiet, I'm a low-key and indifferent to fame and fortune, don't talk about my 'brilliant past' casually! I don't need anyone to worship me, and I don't need you Druids to be grateful to me."

  Black stretched and said in a long tone:

   "Will Rende be great? Need me to humbly explain all this? I'm not the kind of pirate you think of as a 'hero'.

   I have a relationship with Ursoc, do I still want to talk nonsense all over the world?

   Doesn't that make me look unstyled?

  What I really want is your reaction now, Lord Archdruid.

   That kind of shock and wonder on your face when you rely on your own exploration to uncover the mystery and find out that I am a 'big man' far beyond your imagination

   That's right, I like to see the dumbfounded expressions of you elves. "

   "I'm just expressing goodwill, Lord Black, you may be able to give me a goodwill, alas, it's hard to make friends with people who are full of conspiracy like you."

  The Arch Druid sighed and said:

   "But today is not in vain. Not only did I save the watchers, but I also saw a strange demigod like Baku, who merged with life and void, and heard the truth of Ursoc's story from you.

   It's not every day I hear a legend like this. "

   "That's natural, and I don't say it every day."

  Blake pouted, pointed his finger forward, and said:

   "Look, they're in front, those guys looking for Daelin. It looks like they've been besieged by the unlucky, you wait here for a while, and I'll go over and scare them."

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   We did have trouble finding the Dai Lin quintet, but it wasn't a big problem.

   They were ambushed in a narrow hallway by a group of cunning Faceless Gak'thir who were ambushing there, but four of the five were legendary.

  Fenna is a shield T, Lady Golden Sword is a magic output, Elf Juggernaut Dawnseeker is a physical output, and a big knight with an artifact occasionally makes a cameo treatment.

  On this top-level configuration, encountering a faceless person is the result of a face-to-face cut.

   Even with Gene Greymane, who was "paddling" all the way, their propulsion speed was not slow at all.

"boom"

   The faceless thugs who were greasy all over their bodies roared and slammed their tentacles with suction cups at Fenna like a warhammer, but was perfectly blocked by the latter with the most standard shield block.

   This force was heavy, and the blow with the Void Shock didn't hurt Fenna at all, and it didn't even make the half-elf warrior take a step back.

   She just swayed and slammed a shield against the face of the K'thir assassin beside her, smashing most of the ugly bastard's head to pieces.

  Fina shouldn't be so strong.

   But when she was fighting against the void creatures, the Tyr divine power in her body was like seeing an old opponent who never died, and suddenly became violent.

   Even with Fenna himself, the bigger and more ferocious, he has the mighty attitude of a Titan warrior.

Under her fierce attack, the elf juggernaut and the great knight were also mobilized to be aggressive, and the three of them slashed in front of them in a row, while Mrs. Jinjian gracefully triggered a small-scale blizzard, which inflicted on the enemy. Slow down and ice crystal piercing.

   It can be seen that Madam will have resentment in her heart.

   Therefore, in the blizzard she released, there were especially many icicles that were stabbed like short spears, which was completely for the result of leaving the opponent's bones dead.

   However, the four of them had a lively fight, but they ignored Jean, who had no sense of presence.

  The King of Gilneas did not step forward to brush his presence. He carried his saber and followed Fenna cautiously, not leaving the shrouded area of ​​the strange silver light on her body.

   His unassuming posture really looks like a soy sauce.

   But fishing is really bad.

   Soon, Trouble took the initiative to find him.

Seeing that the two Kethil assassins couldn't break Fenna Jinjian's near-perfect defense from the front, and couldn't sneak past them to attack the caster, they aimed at the middle-aged man who was hiding in the back and was easy to bully at first sight. on the man.

   They relied on the shadow that is stronger than normal life to be friendly, and silently approached the side of Jean who looked around with vigilance.

Holding the bone sword made of black bones and still twisting weirdly, at the same time, he launched a vicious backstab in the void at Gene. With an impact on the hearts of mortals.

Humph.

   Can't kill the Titan warrior, and can't kill you incompetent mortal?

   The cold and ruthless eyes of the two K'thir assassins seemed to reflect the scene of Jean's tragic death under their sharp blades. In this holy void, the death of the body is not the end.

  The soul of this unfortunate ghost will also be captured by their supreme dark gods, which will be the best tribute from the humble servants to their masters.

   "Poof, Poof"

   With this kind of beautiful imagination, the two Keshirs let out unpleasant and harsh laughter, and after two sounds of flesh being torn apart, the octopus heads of the two Keshir assassins spun out.

Huh?

   Why is it not as expected?

   As a Void creature, K'Sheer will not die immediately after being beheaded. The two octopus heads rolled on the sticky ground, and then saw the last scene before death.

  Jean, who was assassinated by them, continued to look left and right just now.

   But on the originally human body, a gray-white mane had begun to grow.

   His left claw was still holding a saber, but a beast-like claws had popped out from his right claw, and filthy blood was dripping from the tip of the claw.

Dry!

   What a hell, looking at the weakest one, he is actually the only monster hidden among the five people

  This is a werewolf!

   (end of this chapter)