Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 909 6. As a Templar Assassin, it is normal for me to carry a Holy Blade of Light with me, right? 【1925】

  The cold night on Eagle Claw Peak was quiet. It was supposed to be the time when everything was dormant, but someone wanted to disturb the tranquility.

  The roar of a dozen storm dragons echoed in the sky. These dragons native to the Broken Isles were surrounded by lightning and storms, and looked extremely majestic. Although it is smaller than the giant dragon, the storm dragon is no less powerful than its compatriots.

  When Black rode the Hippogryph Sky into the sky to meet the enemy, he faced the menacing Storm Dragon Knight.

   A whole formation.

   And they are not ordinary vrykul raiders. Just by looking at the cold fog left on the flight paths of those bastards, you can know that these are the elite **** knights under Hela.

  Especially the one at the head, so far away, Blake found the two giant war knives in his hands.

   The left-hand blade danced with scorching heat, and the right-hand blade was full of gloom and cold.

  The two divine powers are very violent, but they suppress each other, and use the user itself as a balance to keep these two conflicting opposing energies in a stable state.

  Smelly pirates don't need to throw out the investigation to know the origin of the two knives.

   This kind of dual-weapon confrontation is rare, and there is only one artifact in the whole of Azeroth.

   That is one of the three artifacts of the warrior's way, originating from the double gifts of Odin and Hela, representing the shame that the Hall of Valor has lasted for hundreds of thousands of years and the glory of **** that lasts for the same time.

   That represented the last of the three most humiliating defeats in Odin's long life as Lord of War.

   Valarjar Sky Sword.

   That is the supreme holy blade that was annihilated in history, and now it is held by a brutal person who is unknown in the mortal world. This is a shame in itself.

"It's really embarrassing for my Queen Hela. Every time we meet, you have to give me something in a different way. Sometimes I really wonder if there is such a possibility. Queen Hela is actually a traitor, and she is actually with me. A gang?"

   Black made a joke that wasn't funny.

   The current situation is that he has to deal with the powerful and aggressive Hylagar Dragoons alone, and he must also "fight bayonet" in the air with at least a legendary Hylagar warlord.

   If he is unlucky, perhaps the first moment of the battle will be drowned by the thunder and lightning spewed by the storm dragons.

   "Are you afraid?"

  The pirate patted the hippogryph on the neck.

   The feathers of the sky are all erected, and the neighing like a raven and a warhorse is constantly emitted in the air. Obviously, it is a little afraid, but not completely afraid.

   I'm afraid it's because of biological instinct.

   is not afraid because its invincible master fights with it.

   "Haha, I'm scared to death anyway."

  Blake grabbed the double crossbow, the light chaser with his left hand injected magic power into a sniper stance, and the dark chaser with his right hand maintained continuous shooting suppression. He whistled and shouted to the sky:

   "Rush! Baby, let the arrogant dragons see your speed! Swift Shadow, rush up and take their eyes off!"

   In the frantic cry of the pirates, the war eagle hovering high in the sky accelerated in an instant, and Loa's divine blessing made her speed break several times the speed of sound in an instant, as fast as a black line pulling across the sky.

  When the distance between the two sides was 300 meters, the vrykul dragon knights on the opposite side grabbed the brutal throwing spears, intending to give the overreaching betrayer an arrow through the heart.

   But before the first throw of the spear was thrown, the knight of Hylagar on the edge let out a painful howl, and the big face plate of his foggy body was almost completely scratched by Miss Black Crow's claws.

With the blessing of   Loa's divine power, every blow of the war eagle is accompanied by divine damage. Even if they are also elites blessed by Hela, such damage is still unbearable for them.

   The hapless man howled and covered his face, and the storm dragon under its crotch tried to fight back, but the black crow twirled deftly, and then whistled and accelerated, hitting the waist of the hapless man.

   slammed it like a heavy hammer, knocking it off the Yaron's saddle.

   The elites of Hylagar danced and fell down, at such a high height, even if the mist warrior fell, they would be smashed to pieces.

   And the storm dragon that lost its master soon suffered the same treatment. Its left eye was brutally pulled out of the eye socket by the black crow, and the storm thunder it spewed could not hurt the black crow at all.

  Is it true that Egilsson's power is vegetarian?

There is a "storm" in the clergy of the Falcon God. Although it is very hip, the same attack can be easily exempted by the storm shield around the black crow without the divinity. .

  The attack of the black crow successfully caused the formation of the dragon knights of Hylagar to be chaotic, and then the wind moved forward, and the sky that avoided three spears in a row also rushed to the engagement position with Blake heroically.

  The raging Hylagar warlord shouted provocatively, asking Black to fight it one-on-one.

  The pirate only replied "Silly X" to him, flashed past without any sense of honor, and flashed out the moment he got out of the saddle of the sky.

He stepped on the flying spear and borrowed strength in the air, and once again appeared in front of a dragon rider. The owl mask painted black could not see the pirate's face, which made the smile on Blake's face somewhat lacking. The power of deterrence.

   But that’s okay.

   He quickly showed his "welcome" to this group of pursuers with practical actions.

   The light-chasing crossbow like a crow spread its wings and poked in front of the Hylagar elite with wide-eyed eyes like a drowned.

   hit the bullet headshot effect.

  The headless corpse exploded into a misty splash, and on the neck of the roaring storm dragon, the pirate crouched, his hands spread out.

The second sniper shot with the right hand, and the second sniper arrow flew out silently, and plunged into the eye socket of the storm dragon that rushed beside him. The sudden loss of vision and the severe pain caused Na Yalong's attack to lose its direction in an instant. on a partner.

  Two wyrms and their knights entangled and fell to the ground of Eagletalon Peak.

   The right hand crossbow was triggered to the end, and the six demon-breaking arrows shot at the rate of fire of an automatic rifle, tying the roaring knight who fit into a sieve.

   The poor man's body exploded in the air.

  The cold mist blew away, and slaps were everywhere.

   In the cold sky, Blake got up and turned his head. The black Luna armor reflected the cold light in the moonlight, and the night sky dotted with dim starlight and the black-feathered falcon neighed.

   It can be said that, apart from the fact that Proudmoore's bloodline is not activated, the pirates tonight are almost in full force.

   The dark green cloak behind him rustled in the cold wind, and the low sound like a villain echoed in the deterrence of killing four people in a row.

   "I really don't know, how much did Hela give you to send you to die? But it should be cheap. After all, for a killer of this level, giving us a gold coin is the limit."

  Standard vrykul, the syllables similar to roar should have inherent heroism, but when Black said it at this moment, it brought a hint of sarcasm even if he didn't understand it.

   And the vrykul people eat this one the most.

   "Betrayer! Bear Hela's Wrath!"

   This top-level taunt produced an extremely good effect, causing the Hylagar warriors who led the team to rage.

  This tall warrior wearing a full set of **** armor jumped up from the saddle of his dragon, and the giant blades in his hands whistled again and again.

   seems to be urging the knife bearer to cut off the enemy's head quickly, and they can't wait to drink blood.

  The moment they saw the generals take action, the dragon knights who gathered around to besiege the pirates immediately dispersed. Obviously, they all knew the terrifying power of the two knives, and they were afraid of being affected by Chiyu.

   But Black just sneered at that.

  The double crossbow threw back his luggage, and the bare-handed pirate ran a few steps on the neck of the storm dragon, and took the initiative to jump towards the Hylagar warlord who rushed over.

   In the face of the two flaming swords that were cut down on the head, Black pulled out his own sword from his suitcase in the blink of an eye. As an assassin, he completely gave up dodging and defense at this time, and confronted the enemy tit-for-tat like a warrior.

   As for the sword in his hand, well, it's not Salameni.

   instead

   "Boom"

The moment the    silver giant blade appeared, a scorching streamer that was bright like the sun burst out.

  The giant blade named Ashbringer was held by the pirates in both hands, and at the moment when two people, one big and one small, passed by by mistake, Black used the standard cleave and shadow attack techniques to hit him.

  As a combination of an assassin and a warlock, of course, he is unable to drive the power of light that makes all darkness terrifying.

   But he didn't even need to wake up the holy blade at this time.

  Heragar was born from hell. They are a group of resentful spirits that are not accepted by the light. Such a sad life is the most disgusting existence for the ashes.

   No matter who is holding it, in the face of such an existence, the Ashbringer will do everything in his power to give them the most "warm" rest.

   Under the holy blade, everything turns to ashes!

"Snapped"

The pirate landed on the storm dragon of the Hylagar warlord, rolled off his strength, and glanced at his Luna armor, which left a scratch that was still burning, but it was quickly destroyed by Elune. the power to extinguish.

   Opposite him, Hylagar, who was holding the sacred dual swords, also landed on the storm dragon where Black was before.

   But it is much more embarrassing than Black.

   slashed the front, it scratched the armor of the smelly pirate, and it was slashed by the ashes messenger, and the **** armor from the shoulders to the waist melted.

   Its misty body seemed to be ignited, and it was burned by half in just a few seconds.

  This Hela's love will be filled with fear.

   It looked at the stinky pirate in the posture of a Jedi with a sword behind the dragon, and at the great sword in Black's hand, entwined with endless holy light.

   That thing is still waking up!

   The fact that the sword just failed to bury the sad spirit seems to make the Ashbringer very dissatisfied, and the power of light from the bright sun is constantly filling the blade.

   Against this dark night, what Black was holding was not a knife at all, but more like a lightsaber with endless power.

  The most terrible thing is that this thing is the special attack blade of the undead.

   This is not the same as what was promised!

   The originally full of confidence in the Hylagar warlord has almost collapsed at this moment, and the information that the damned Satyr shared with the queen is completely wrong!

  This pirate has a magical armor that is invulnerable to swords and bullets, and that cannot be broken by the sword of Hylagar, and a holy blade of light that can chop down all the undead of the underworld without breathing.

   This is a fatal mistake that was not mentioned in the information it got!

   Damn!

   All the traps that the queen has laid out will fail. This is all to blame for the incompetent and mischievous Sartre!

   "Come here."

  Black hooked his fingers at the embarrassed Hylagar warlord on the howling dragon. He wielded the lit "lightsaber", and played a set of Jedi swordsmanship with zero practicality and full ridicule.

   spread his arms again, assumed a defenseless posture, and shouted:

   "Hella's warrior, the thugs of the underworld, the notorious underworld plunderer, Vigfors Daofeng, you were the most legendary pirate king of the dragon-plucking clan, why?

   Facing my junior, don't you even have the courage to fight?

  If this is the case, I will not hesitate to let you go and let you go back to Hela's arms to cry and suckle. As long as you kowtow to me on the spot, I can pretend that nothing happened tonight.

   Come on, kneel down.

   This is not ashamed.

  How many people want to kneel and have no chance. "

"kill him!"

  Hela's warriors couldn't bear the scornful mockery of this stinky pirate any longer. It took Hela's blessing from the right-hand warblade to restore itself, and at the same time issued an order to kill to other subordinates.

   To say that these vrykul are dead brains.

   If this is a pirate under Black's command, seeing how strong the enemy is, there is no need for the pirates to say more, and they would have anointed their feet with oil to preserve their vitality. But these Hylajars don't know whether they are stupid or forced to control.

   In short, under the roar of the vrykul warlord, the remaining dragon knights roared around and rode the dragon to blast out a storm of thunder and lightning at Black.

  Those thunder lights gathered together, creating a dazzling wave in the night sky that could almost melt steel.

   But in the waves, a scorching bright light flashed out of the shadows, jumped to the nearest dragon, and the pirate dropped his sword, slashing the body of the undead with one sword.

  The tragic Hylagar also turned into a mist, with no chance to return to hell, and was ignited by the angry ashes messenger, turning into a cloud of sparks.

   Among the bright sparks that were not completely burned and flying, the pirate holding the giant blade sneered and got up, the watchman's cloak was flying behind him, and the moon wings bestowed by the moon **** bloomed brightly.

   In the next instant, the pirate's figure disappeared in place, and the assassin's strongest combat technique, the Slaughter Feast, started, blooming like a cruel killing flower in the interweaving of holy light and moonlight.

  The blade light drawn by the holy blade in the high-speed displacement even disappeared before it was entangled by the next stream of light. In the flying dance of the gap, the interlaced vertical and horizontal light was woven into an irregular bright grid.

   Distributed Lake reappeared at the last moment, the cloak was lowered, and disappeared quietly in the steps of walking forward.

   The Ashbringer in his hand dimmed little by little, representing that the holy blade has completed its mission tonight, and the sacred mission of freeing the resentful spirit has been fulfilled.

  Behind the pirates, the figures of a dozen Hylajar dragoons have turned into bright sparks and ashes dancing in the dark night.

  Before him, the cowardly knife-wielder had already fled to the edge of the night sky, no more roaring of war, no more hissing of sharp blades, and only the sorrowful whines of the storm dragons remained.

   and loneliness scattered all over the place.

   "I was beheaded by me in Hablon, and after I left the company, the quality of the prison staff really declined rapidly."

   Black stroked the icy blade of the Ashbringer who no longer responded to him, and said:

   "This Hela looks down on me too much."

   "At least send a Nine Martial God over to try the sword for me, it's really stingy."

   (end of this chapter)