Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 853 183. Yo, all of them are old acquaintances - add update for Huo Zheng's good brother [1320]

   "Switch!"

   A low voice sounded behind the Nightborne Arcanist, like a ghost, but it did not frighten the caster who was fishing on the floating ship.

  The latter turned his head and glanced at the emaciated elf with a cloak and blindfold behind him, and frowned involuntarily.

   Even after working with these dark walkers for several months, it is still difficult for the arrogant Arcanists to accept these elusive and taciturn guys.

   Not only because of their boring lifestyle like ascetic monks, but also because these guys always seem to have their own "villain filter", which makes people feel uncomfortable to see.

   This is actually quite normal.

   Put a demon inside anyone and they will end up like this ghost.

   But after seeing with their own eyes the restraint and terrifying lethality of these demon hunters to spellcasters, any wizard with a little brain will stay as far away from these mad hunters as possible.

   We are not all the way, why should we insist on being friends?

  Thinking of this, the Nightborn Arcanist was a little relieved. He pulled his mouth and showed a stiff smile to the Demon Hunter behind him, but soon thought that these guys were blind.

   Are you laughing at the ghost?

   The Arcanist who made a small mistake was a little annoyed, he snorted and walked to the back of the deck with his staff.

  Maris Demon Calamity could actually sense the mood swings of the Nightborn Arcanist, and he could even sense the awkward smile this guy showed.

   But he didn't care.

   Since he joined the command of Lord Illidan 10,000 years ago and began to hunt down demons all over the world, all happy or perfunctory emotions have left him.

   He doesn't care what others think of him, and for those who humiliate him, he will only scold them stupid X in his heart, but he will never say it.

  Because silence is the hunter's disguise, indifference is the hunter's armor, reason is the hunter's blade, too much depends on the thoughts of others, and it will only affect the speed at which he draws the sword.

   But when Maris Demon Calamity switched to the outpost of the Nightborne magical battleship, he suddenly smelled a strange smell, sour, like a raspberry smell.

   This small discovery made the Demon Hunter pouted, and a fleeting contempt appeared on his always gloomy and indifferent cheeks.

   He smelled it, it was the smell of magic wine.

   Explain that the sober-looking Master of the Night Child just now secretly drank while on duty. He clearly did bad things, but he still pretended to be a gentleman.

  These vain and boring Shaldorei elves are helpless.

   They have completely given up fighting the addiction to magic, and their entire family is immersed in the carnival of magic wine, allowing their desires to flow through their bodies, and allowing their souls to be covered in self-deprecation.

   Even if a civilization like this has an ambitious and enterprising leader, how can there be any future at all?

   It is no wonder that the first batch of Nightborn Demon Hunters recruited nearly 50,000 people, but they didn't even train 50 formal hunters. This kind of success rate made Lord Illidan come over in person and probably would be desperate.

   Mud can't support the wall!

   Demon hunter Maris thought so at the outpost, but soon, he gave up his contempt for the Nightborn in his heart, because it was completely useless.

   These guys are as thick-skinned as their magical talent.

   Maybe it was His Majesty Elune who was blind, how could he give these addicts such a good talent for magic?

  Maris, who had just become a veteran of the Illidari last month, slandered in his heart, but he couldn't tell what he was thinking on the outside.

   still maintains the indifferent attitude of a demon hunter.

   In this evening sailing in the endless sea, standing above the deck of the magic battleship, he quickly began to mobilize his energy to start a never-ending contest with the demons in his heart.

  It was probably because he slashed too many demons in Erethalas, which caused Maris to choke a bit recently. The demons in his heart constantly challenged his sanity while bringing him more power.

   This is not a good sign.

  Because of this, Maris Demon Calamity was assigned to this ship by His Excellency the "Sufferer" Alturis, and returned to Suramar with the ship to recuperate for a while.

   Those who followed Lord Illidan in the War of the Ancients in the war, now there are only so many people left.

   Every warrior is a very precious brother.

  Maris still remembered what he was told by the sufferers before boarding the ship: All things are to protect ourselves first, and we must always be ready to respond to Lord Illidan's call.

   This sentence is absolutely correct.

   at least for demon hunters.

   Now the Nightborne who provide them with food, lodging, weapons and equipment can be regarded as "hiring" them at best, and the Illidari have only one true master.

   As long as Lord Illidan calls, the Illidari will leave all the work at hand without hesitation and go to the assembly area.

  Unfortunately, the last time Lord Illidan appeared in Azeroth was more than two months ago.

  According to the news from their sister Ilysana Ravencrest, Lord Illidan seems to have gone to the Twisting Nether with the help of a demonic portal.

   As expected of Lord Illidan!

   entered the demon's base camp alone, this heroic act made all the Illidari excited and yearned. It's a pity that when the adults return to the material world again, I don't know when it will be.

   As for Lord Illidan, will he die in the Twisting Void?

Do not make jokes!

  How could Lord Illidan die?

   He is the legendary hero who faced the dark Titan Sargeras! No demon can hurt him, even if a polluter or a deceiver comes in person, Lord Illidan will definitely be eh?

what is that?

  Because of the confrontation with the inner demon, the Illidari veteran Marris Demon Calamity, who started to think wildly, was suddenly awakened by a strange thing in the perception range.

   In order to complete the ritual of a demon hunter, he blinded his eyes to better hunt demons, so there is no such thing as "vision", but as a compensation, Maris's perception has been greatly enhanced.

   He paused the battle with the demon, stood up and radiated perception, and soon caught a strange thing.

   A bird of prey like a falcon is swept down from the clouds, the speed is incredible, like a black lightning, making it difficult for perception magic to capture its figure.

  The Falcon flew a few times around the magical battleship that set off from Kalimdor Continent to Suramar, flapped its wings again, and flew out in another direction.

  When he left Maris's perception range, the falcon skimmed the undulating sea water very skillfully, and used its sharp and strong claws to pick up a swordfish that wanted to "fly".

   This made Maris immediately vigilant.

   They are now sailing in the Maelstrom Ocean Current. There is an island within a hundred miles of the nearby sea area. Where did this terrestrial falcon come from?

   Its flying speed is obviously abnormal, indicating that this is not a natural creature.

   Sentinel? Hunter's Eye?

  Is it

  This ship is being targeted?

   A sense of crisis welled up in the Demon Hunter's heart, which made him have the urge to immediately report this matter to the legendary Demon Swordsman and Captain Nightborn who were sitting on the ship.

   But when Maris was about to get up, he suddenly remembered the reminder from the commander of the victims when he left Eres Salas.

  Protect yourself first in everything!

Um.

   In this situation, it is a little scary to discern the meaning of this sentence.

   Did the victims already know that this magical ship full of Syndra's elven treasure would be ambushed?

  If you think about it further, could this unexpected ambush have something to do with the victims themselves? After all, the ship's departure time, to the sailing route are absolutely confidential.

   In this desolate sea of ​​maelstrom ocean currents, it is basically impossible to track this ship on the vast sea.

   The other party came prepared, and he must have gotten the news in advance.

not good!

   We got an insider.

   And the most embarrassing thing is that the inner ghost is actually me? Why didn't I know that I had somehow become an insider? How can this be explained?

   This thought made Maris's heart beat faster for an instant. All demon hunters who could survive the brutal ancient battle were definitely not stupid.

   He quickly sorted out the causes and consequences, and finally decided to pretend that nothing had happened.

   And Maris probably guessed who the ambush was.

   After all, after the Illidari were released from the cage of the watchers, there were only a few forces that dealt with the outside world, and there was only one force that secretly maintained contact with them.

   "Blake Shaw, the Undead Pirate"

   Maris snorted and touched the hunting magic pattern on his chest.

   This improved magic pattern was re-engraved at Narthalas College. It is precisely because of these improved hunting magic patterns that his strength has been rapidly improved in the past few months.

   In other words, Maris Demon Calamity, who once served as the instructor of Demonology and Demon Defense at Nar'Thalas Academy, still owes the undead pirate a favor.

   Forget it, let’s just repay the favor here.

   "Report!"

  The Nightborn Arcanist on the deck had a good time drinking the magic wine secretly, and only remembered his responsibility in the dizzy air, and raised his head and shouted at Maris.

   Demon Hunter closed his eyes again and said indifferently:

"everything is normal."

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   "Currently on the left wing near ten o'clock, it will take about ten minutes to approach at full speed."

   On the Nagfar under the deep sea, Blake in the captain's room fondly stroked his beloved falcon, and said to Sefir in front of him:

   "Order all sailors to get ready for a gang fight, that ship is full of treasures, and I don't want the Nagfar's salty thorns to throw them all overboard.

   Order the mechanical gnomes to debug the flesh and blood purification gun. If the attack is not smooth, use that thing. "

"receive!"

  Sefir excitedly gave a pirate salute, turned around and flashed out to convey the order, half a minute later, Fenna, fully armed, rushed into the captain's room, and said with joy:

   "Found the enemy?"

   "Well, found it."

   Black glanced at her and said:

   "You will fight the vanguard for a while, but the ship is full of arcanists. Be careful when you rush up. I suspect that there may be a legend sitting on that ship. If you can't beat it, return."

   "How could it be impossible?"

  Fina felt that the stinky brother was underestimating herself. She was unhappy with the movement of her armour and shouted to Black:

   "Just look at it, I'm going to smash the head of the legend of the Nightborn!"

   "Take it easy."

  Smelly Pirates reminded:

   "The ship is full of treasures. If you spoil my trophies, I will trouble you. Besides, there is a demon hunter on board, and that is my own.

   Don't make the wrong call. "

   "Two or five boys, I understand."

   Fina made an OK gesture, turned around and went back to her cabin to prepare for the battle. After Fina left, the fallen watcher Sera Moonguard appeared silently like a ghost.

   startled Shaw, who had just come out of hiding.

   He really didn't feel that such a strange watchman was always by his side.

   "When Fenna was on the vanguard to attract their attention, the two of you also slipped on board."

   Black tapped the table and said:

   "According to what my baby 'Swift Shadow' saw, there are five magic shield nodes around the deck of that ship, like a turtle shell.

  You guys go to destroy those nodes and protect my loot by the way. If those Nightborns plan to take advantage of the chaos to teleport away the treasures or destroy them, kill them all!

   In addition, when you receive a signal to return, do not hesitate to return immediately. "

  The pirates warned:

   "I want to test the lethality of the Flesh Purification Cannon on elves, and try its combined tactics. I don't want to harm the pond fish."

   "How are the spoils divided?"

  Sierra Moonguard had no objection to the order, but Shaw said:

   "I am not a member of the Nagfar, do I have a share?"

   "Of course, my greedy brother."

  Blake laughed and said:

   "Everyone has a share, more work and more. Go, end the battle as soon as possible, this area is the sphere of influence of the Naga, the Nightborne may have friendship with the Naga, but we don't.

  It is very troublesome to be entangled by a soft-skinned snake. There are many of them, and they can cut you softly. "

  Ten minutes later, the ghost ship quietly floated to the surface from the back of their battleship amid the exclamations of the Nightborn Arcanists. At the moment of rising, Black, who was holding the steering wheel, launched a salted fish thrust.

  Uh, no, the sea charges!

   The speed of the fast-running Nagfar tripled in an instant, and the torn sea water erupted with roars, like the charging battle cry of a ghost ship.

  The children of the night quickly threw all kinds of magic towards the Nagfar, but they couldn't stop the charging ghost ship at all.

With a loud bang, the Nagfar's source quality ramming horn slammed into the rudder of the Nightborn battleship with ten thousand force, like a beast biting flesh and blood, arrogantly The hull behind the stern of the magic battleship was torn apart.

   In the violent collision and shaking of the two ships, the first round of attacks destroyed the Nightborne's hope of escape.

   When the two boats passed by, wearing light armor and holding a sailor's knife in his mouth, Fenna Jinjian grabbed the cable and jumped over with an ooh ooh, taking advantage of his height.

As soon as    landed, it was a powerful thunder slam, knocking over two Nightborne sailors, grabbing the lord's battle axe around his waist as a flying axe, and shattering the arcanist's shield and skull.

   Seeing that our vanguard was so violent and powerful, the ghost sailors who followed up the gang also came screaming and screaming.

   Everything went well until Black saw the scene of countless elemental spirits rushing out of each other's poop, which made the pirates blink and say:

   "Yo, I didn't expect it to be full of old acquaintances, Lord Magic Swordsman Aluriel, it's been a long time."

   (end of this chapter)