Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 915 12. Black, this is my last help! - Last month's monthly pass plus update [2525]

   The last time Black saw such powerful data was when he was fighting against the fallen Ursoc in Northrend.

   However, in terms of overall strength, Ursoc is better.

   The mythical occupation level of the wild demigod is level 3, while the current Gorm is only level 1, which means that if the "good dog" Gorm and Ursoc fight, there is a high probability that they will not be able to win.

   But knowing this is useless.

   Because Gorm may not be able to beat Ursoc, but the result of the pirates who dare to provoke him must be bad.

  If Hela arranges a legend here, Black is absolutely not afraid, even an old legend like Brocks is not invincible.

   But demigods.

   This is another concept.

   "I'm curious what mode of Wilderness Trial did you choose?"

  While Blake was squatting depressed in the shadow of the "lively" hell, smoking a pipe, Narmus Gaoling beside him whispered:

   "Although my strength is average, I am a member of the secret passage anyway, and I have a little more knowledge. I have never heard of a certain hunter's wilderness trial that the final enemy will be a demigod.

   Are you sure you are not looking for the wrong target?

  Perhaps this is not the subject of your trial? "

   "I hope I'm wrong now too, my dear **** tauren."

  Blake exhaled a smoke ring, rubbed his face again, and looked at the sweet dog Gom who was sleeping sweetly even when the enemy was in hell, he said:

   "But it should be right. After all, this kind of thing pays attention to a dynamic balance. With my current ability, assigning me a legendary beast or something is purely bullying it.

   Alas, it turns out that being too strong is also a burden. "

  Smelly pirate melancholy and very Versailles said:

   "I knew it wasn't that easy to accumulate a lot."

  Tauren Revenant wanted to complain about Blake's shameless remarks, but after thinking about it carefully, he realized that what the stinky pirate said was right. Balance is the core of nature, and an unfair trial in the wild is meaningless.

   However, according to this statement, does this stinky pirate really have the ability to rival demigods?

No way?

   "In this situation, it's impossible not to hang up."

  Blake exhaled a few puffs of smoke, and then poured a mouthful of Nanhai Gold Rum into his mouth. He fiercely buckled his owl battle helmet on his head, moved his neck, and said:

   "I'm going to lead it to the sea of ​​​​Netherworld, and my war beasts and I will attract its attention. Gorm's biggest weakness is that its brain is not very easy to use, and creatures with three heads often have this problem.

  You take the opportunity to remove the Eagle's Spear after we've caught its attention. "

   "Then escape?"

  Narmus blinked and asked:

   "As long as you get the Eagle Spear, your trial is over, right?"

"how is this possible?"

  Black said in a loud voice:

   "There's no end to this if you don't beat Gorm down today! You can recall the wild trials of the hunters of the Hidden Path, and everyone's ultimate goal is related to a beast.

   So my trial target is Gorm, not the Eagle Spear.

   However, that spear is the only possibility for me to win, and it is equivalent to a key mission item. "

"No way."

  Narmus said seriously:

"As the holder of the eagle's spear, I can tell you responsibly, it is not everyone who takes it or my ancestor Huen Gaoling. Although that war spear is powerful, its destructive power depends on user.

   And you said, you are not good at fighting with spears. "

   "Don't be silly, I mean, that spear has the blessing of the seven-headed loa, isn't it?"

  Black took out Salameni, put it in his hand and said to Narmus:

   "I will extract their blessing power and temporarily strengthen it on me"

   "I don't allow it!"

  Narmus immediately exploded when he heard this, the tauren ghost grabbed Black's wrist and said angrily:

   "The eagle's spear that has lost its power is no longer a hunting relic, and you will destroy the eternal glory of High Mountain, I will not allow it!"

   "I want to remind you that your glory has been destroyed long ago, and it is in your hands!"

  The pirate said coldly:

   "The moment you lost your spear, it was no longer that invincible hunting relic, Narmus, would you be sober?

  If Huen Gaoling was here, he would definitely slap you, this ignorant junior! When will the glory of a race and a civilization rest on a weapon?

   Is your glory so cheap?

The heavy weight of the Eagle's Spear has already overwhelmed you, even if I don't draw that power today, miraculously defeat Gorm and send it back to Thunder Totem to hand over to your descendants, what do you think this will be? a good thing?

Do not.

   It will only crush your descendants again and create tragedies like you!

   Sober up.

  When you take that spear, you should give up its past story and write a new legend, instead of shivering in the shadow of your ancestors!

   I am not destroying your holy relic.

   On the contrary, I am giving the Kaolin clan a chance to start over

  The story of that war spear has been written all over its gun body, and it can no longer accommodate new stories.

  You have to pour them out before loading new legends. What your ancestors longed to see is that your descendants still sing his story 10,000 years from now, and can't come up with your own epic?

   For the great deeds of the ancestors, you can remember, remind yourself not to forget the glory of the past, and use those stories to inspire yourself to be born.

   instead of sticking to their complacent and unwilling to move forward.

  If I were Huen Gaoling, I would definitely break it off on the spot when I saw this scene, and slap you incompetent descendants in the face.

   That is the legend of Huon!

It's not yours!

  Not yours!

   Do you want me to continue?

  Are you going to stop me? "

  The words of the pirates turned into roars in the end.

   On the one hand, he really didn't have time to slowly reverse Narmus's thoughts. On the other hand, the pedantic nature of these tauren really made the pirates angry.

   He is the prophet, and he knows what will happen in the future of Highmountain.

  The glorious race that once won the battle of the ancients and expelled Deathwing would be robbed of the sacred relic by a group of drogbars who worshiped Deathwing, and was almost killed.

  10,000 years did not make them stronger, but made them weaker.

   If Huon Gaoling of the Shadow Realm knew about this, he would definitely cry in pain.

   The myths of the dignified generation, how could such unsatisfactory things be born.

  Narmus was bewildered by the scolding of the pirates, and he instinctively felt that Black was using these big principles to force him to help.

   But the great thing about big truth is that it is always true, and you can’t refute it with words.

   Besides, pirates aren't just talking nonsense.

  Narmus Kaolin, who was scolded so much, felt that what Black said had some truth.

   "I'll send it back to Highmountain, but you have to help, hear?"

  The pirate blew his magic whistle and gathered his war beasts. While summoning his demon servants from the Twisting Void, he said to Narmus without looking at it:

"If I fail today, this spear will remain in Hell forever. Unless Warchief Ulan Highmountain takes the Hammer of Khaz'goroth and launches an expedition with the power of his people, you will forever be lost the possibility of retaking it.

  I'm not forcing you either.

   Get out if you don’t want to help, but your day of atonement is probably far away. how do you say? "

   "Why is it so troublesome, my evil apprentice."

  Blake's action woke up the dormant old man Thacher, it was suspended, and Gaga said with a sneer:

   "This is a nasty undead, I teach you a magic, you can easily manipulate it and make it your dog!"

   "I have a standard for picking dogs."

  The pirate snorted, grabbed Thakiel's head, aimed at Gorm, who was sleeping in front of him, and said:

   "Come forward, the life force consumed is shared by me and my war beasts and servants, with the greatest power, try to smash it with one shot! Don't hit the head in the middle.

   Help for a while not to paddle.

  My servant has brought back a draenei. If this is done well, I will change your body when I go back. This time I will not break my promise. "

   "Just look at it, quack quack"

  Thakir let out a piercing smirk, and the eye sockets of the head with the rattling of the upper and lower jaw bones floating in the eye sockets, got Blake's assurance, the crazy old man was in a good mood.

  It moved its teeth and took a deep breath, and the stream of life force absorbed began to be distributed on Black and his servants. Because of the maximum power, this time it was drawn especially hard.

   "Tap, hell!"

  Blake endured the uncomfortable feeling and cursed:

   "You still have physical strength to fight for a while, can't you be generous and donate a little of your own magic power? Don't think I don't know, you have been secretly recovering."

"sure."

  The old man bargained and said:

   "Of course I can contribute my magic, but I can't do it in vain? Well, you promise to help me collect the skulls of those fallen eredars, and I don't want much.

  The perfect skull of the fallen only needs twelve Don't ask why, you promise me, I will contribute my magic power. "

"make a deal!"

  The pirate agreed immediately, and the strength of the vitality extraction was instantly weakened by half. The old man really didn't hide his secrets this time. He also filled the shadow magic in his skull into the blast of magic energy that was about to be launched.

   As the demigod of death, Gorm immediately sensed the approach of danger.

   The sleeping good dog yelped and got up, jumping violently on the spot with a dazed sense of getting up.

   But it can't see through Black's shadow disguise, and can only cast incompetent fury on the surrounding Hylagar warriors who are constantly rushing out of the eternal battlefield to fight the shield girls.

   For a while, people turned their backs.

   "It's not enough, the maximum power is still a little short, bear with it!"

   The old man howled, and the pirate gritted his teeth and prepared to be drained of his life force again, but the next second, Thakiel let out a puzzled snort.

it says:

   "Hey, the strange life force has increased. A powerful guy took the initiative to send some life essence. Are there other people here?"

   "Stop talking nonsense, it might be those belligerent shield girls."

  The pirates lifted the Skull of Thakiel, aimed, and even used sniper skills.

  This thing can launch, can fight at a distance, and has ballistic aiming. It's a gun. Since it is a gun, the sniper effect must be effective.

   In the next instant, as Thakiel's eyes lit up and his mouth opened wide, a scorching hot magic energy shock beam spewed out from the pirate's hand.

   This scene is very similar to the legendary finger wagging, such as some overbearing moves such as the magic bullet.

   In short, the gloomy **** sky was illuminated by this blow, and the dark green arc light splashed like a meteor, making the chaotic battlefield in the rear quiet for a second at this moment.

   The Supreme Shield Maiden stabbed a shadow Val'kyr veteran to death with a spear, and she turned her head to look behind her war bear, the demigod power contained in that stream of light made her tremble.

strength

   She can despise men, but she must respect strength.

   "Ow!!"

  The scream of "good dog" Gorm, who was hit hard by the light, resounded throughout the hell.

   In the most powerful shot of Thakiel's Skull, the sharp magic energy beam was like a cutting knife, and it slid across Gaom's neck with precision.

   In order to ensure the lethality to the demigod of death, this blow is concentrated in one point, and it is better to cut off one finger than to injure ten fingers. Pirates are running for their lives.

   The results were gratifying.

  The huge head in the middle of Gom exploded, like a headless snake, frantically smashing the scorched flesh, and the stench and boiling blood were scattered everywhere.

As soon as the strike was successful, the pirates did not stop, waved their hands and threw the materials for the divine power extraction ceremony on the ground, and the soul of Narmus Highling rushed over, grabbed the fallen eagle spear in a meal of disgusting rotten meat Run towards the pirates.

   "You guys, lead it to the seaside!"

  Blake waved his hand, and his bear wolf wolf, his beloved baby bird, and his own demon cannon fodder rushed towards Gorm with his orders.

   They're going to lure the good dog away, giving Black time to finish the drawing ritual.

  According to the pirate's past experience, it takes at least five minutes, and his war beasts and minions must also hold on to five minutes, which is difficult, but there is no better way now.

   "Wait for me to pass!"

  The pirate, under Narmus' complicated gaze, cut his palm open and let the blood drip. He shouted to the servants who rushed out:

   "I'll go right there, don't die, bastards!"

   The stinky pirate at this moment is a rare revealing of his true feelings.

   Even for those demon servants that he usually regarded as cannon fodder, seeing them running towards the back of the terrifying death behemoth under his own orders, it was Blake's heart of stone, and he clenched his fingers at this moment.

   I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

   He even heard the comfort of Frostpaw and Bighorn in a trance

   is not a roar, but a kind of comfort to the soul.

   Let him not worry.

   There was only one moment, and Blake couldn't be sure of the authenticity, and the next moment, the blood-stained hand clasped the dull eagle's spear, and the streamer flew.

   On the other side, in the chaotic battlefield, Maiev Shadowsong wielded a knife wheel and easily cut off a Shadow Val'kyr's wing. She looked in the direction of Blake and felt a little weakness from the life force drawn from her body.

  Under the warden's helmet, there was a sassy and beautiful smile.

  Blake Shaw, I don't owe you anything.

   Chase and seize victory with your scorching hands, Hela will reap a defeat before your eyes, and everything is doomed. Then, we had a good discussion before parting.

   Show me the power you've been chasing.

   (end of this chapter)