Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Woo"

The low and strange sound of the horn echoed in the dark night. At the end of the valley, Pasonia Shore, who was playing with a dagger, suddenly stopped moving her fingers.

The silver-haired old lady stood up and glanced into the distance.

she says:

"That's the summoning signal of the Burning Blade Clan. It seems that the little guys did a good job, far exceeding my expectations for them. Young people of the Mingyi family, how are the others doing?"

Granny Xiao's tone showed little respect.

But behind her, Halduron Brightwing, who came from a famous family in Quel'Thalas, did not show any dissatisfaction. The elf ranger patted the falcon on his shoulder and said in a gentle tone:

"Master Farad and Deep Shadow have already led their own men to hunt the scattered Fire Blade Sword Masters, and Ravenholdt's elite troops have come out in the hilly area.

With the help of Stormwind Kingdom's MI7, the battlefield has been divided.

As long as we can capture Old Dar's Triple Blood Blade here, tonight's battle will be a glorious victory worthy of being recorded in history. "

"us?"

Granny Xiao tasted the word, she let out a short laugh, shook her head at the war-minded ranger, and said:

“It’s not us, it’s me.

Young man of the Mingyi family, you are very talented, but right now you are not good enough to join a battle between legends.

Don't show that unwilling expression, I'm just telling the truth, you still lack that bit of true power, and your understanding of your combat skills is still stuck at a bottleneck.

Your arrows can't hit Old Dahl at all. Once engaged, he can chop off your head before you can react.

It's still possible that your mentor, General Lilesa, could come over instead, but Lilesa, alas

She is also old and unwilling to move.

Like me.

Time is not forgiving. "

The legendary assassin said the words that time is not forgiving, while escaping into the shadow at a speed that Brightwing could not catch. She said in the shadow:

"Go help those three little guys! They have completed their work too perfectly, but the large number of sword masters gathered is not something they can deal with.

It's up to the adults to help them do the next thing.

Be careful when stepping into the blast zone.

The gadgets created by those neurotic dwarfs are sometimes not very reliable.

Well, Prince Muradin is still as energetic as ever. Sometimes I really wonder, is it blood flowing in the veins of these bronzebeard dwarves?

Still violent thunder and lightning.”

Before the words dissipated, Pasonia's aura had already left this place and rushed towards the thundering mountain col ahead. Halduron Brightwing grabbed his phoenix battle bow.

This self-proud ranger had an impulse at that moment to go to the legendary battlefield, but soon he suppressed his inner reluctance.

Pasonia was right.

Currently, he does not have the ability to intervene in the legendary battle.

But now it is a war, and everyone in it must do their part to make the war win.

"next time."

Halduron picked up the magic whistle and blew it. Amidst the weird screams, a white chocobo with a gorgeous saddle appeared next to the ranger.

Mingyi jumped onto the saddle nimbly, pulled up the reins, and took one last look at the mountain col not far away, where a purple magic barrier had risen.

Then he controlled his beloved car and rushed towards the explosion zone.

"Next time, I won't miss it again."

He said this to himself.

It's like a vow to yourself.

——

"They came so fast!"

Blake, who was galloping on his horse, looked back. In the dark night behind him, there was only a blur of wind blowing, but the cold sense of danger told him.

There is a group of sword masters chasing behind him.

The war horse under his crotch has begun to breathe heavily. It has obviously been running at the fastest speed for too long, but even so, it still has not escaped the pursuit of the sword master behind him.

Those orcs hiding in the Wind Steps only run on their feet, and they are no slower than war horses!

Hell, what did these Juggernauts eat growing up!

"Maris!"

The pirate shouted in front of him. A few meters in front of him, Shore was riding another war horse and running wildly, while Ranger Maris was leaning on him, riding on the horse.

His hands were bleeding, but he still held the bow firmly.

The moment Blake shouted, the ranger raised his hands, and the binding arrow that had been placed on the bowstring flew into the sky, and whizzed into the ground.

The next moment, the binding effect of the last magic arrow was activated.

In the flash of blue arc light, the effect of the Wind Step of a certain unlucky sword master was broken. The orc holding the black sword and carrying the burning blade battle flag was restrained in place by the beating arc light.

But in the next moment, the restraint was broken free by the sword master's strength.

He ran forward a few steps and once again entered the concealment of the Wind Step, but a red circle of light had already appeared in Blake's sight as he looked back.

Even in the state of Wind Step, the light of the hunter's mark is still beating.

Moreover, at the moment when he turned around, Blake had already thrown out a scout with quick eyesight and quick hands, and the information fed back made the pirate frown.

Dashe, Apprentice of the Blade Master of the Burning Blade Clan

Mortal Body. Fire Blade Ritual. Wind Step. Fatal Blow

Level 40 Warrior/Level 3 Sword Master (fake)

"What does 'pseudo' mean?"

As the horse galloped, an extremely curious thought popped into Blake's mind:

"These guys are not real sword masters? And the title is also the sword master apprentice, but why do they have a legendary class? There is also the 'Fire Blade Ritual' in the status bar, which sounds like an additional status."

"Whoosh"

The sharp sound of breaking wind sounded behind Blake's head, making the pirate's hair stand on end.

The whole man rolled outwards and fell from behind the horse. The horse that was carrying him running had his entire head chopped off in a flash of sword light.

Blood splashed everywhere, and the headless war horse fell forward, which also revealed the appearance of the sudden sword master. The latter held a sword in one hand, appeared for a moment, and stretched out his left hand without looking back.

He caught the arrow coming from behind and threw it away with his backhand, causing Maris to scream in agony.

The arrow fired by the ranger flew back faster and was inserted into his left leg.

Something's wrong!

This guy is too strong!

The sword master behind them was still nearly thirty meters away from them, and no matter how powerful he drew his sword, it would be impossible to cross the distance of thirty meters in one go. The sword master who showed up to attack him must be more powerful than the other pursuers.

He was targeted.

Blake rolled around on the ground, and as soon as he stood up, he saw a flash of knife light in front of him. At the moment of life and death, he drew out the Thrash Blade and Blade Fist that he could reach, and held them in front of him in a staggered manner.

"boom"

The pirate was hit and rolled and flew out.

And like a magic trick, the figure in front of him turned into broken light and disappeared. When he looked up again, the pirate's hands were shaking, and the attacker was still ten meters away from him.

"Shua"

A detective was thrown over, and the news returned made Blake's eyes widen in an instant.

"Hover Olson" Lantriso Fireblade

Mortal body (critical).Illusionist.Fatal blow

Level 60 Warrior/Level 8 Sword Master

"Level 60!"

Blake suspected that he was dazzled for a moment, but the feedback information was not deceptive. He met a guy who had practiced the way of a warrior to the critical point between the mortal and the extraordinary!

Maybe it's just one step away.

The guy in front of him, who is much taller than other orcs, can step into the realm of legend.

For such a guy to appear on the battlefield between the three of them, this is cheating!

Hello!

Is there any G.M out there to take care of this?

"Orc killer?"

The tall knife wielder moved his neck.

The black and purple beard under his chin shook, and with a touch of contempt and disdain, he waved and pointed the master blade burning with elemental fire forward.

The blade was pointed at Blake who was getting up.

He said:

"What's the point of killing those cowards? Come on! Fight with real warriors."

Blake didn't answer.

He adjusted his breathing, and he could feel that the guy in front of him had his attention locked on him. It was an indescribable feeling, like being locked by a tiger.

As long as he makes the slightest move, he will receive a direct blow, and the damage dealt will definitely be crushing damage.

"They hate you."

Black lowered his body, holding a blade fist in his left hand and holding a dagger in his right hand. He stared closely at the true sword master in front of him.

He said:

"Your companions should have rushed over and hacked me to death, but after you showed up, they didn't seem to see me. I desecrated your Fire Blade's battle flag and killed your compatriots. They wanted to kill me.

So this is the only explanation.

You Harvard Olsen!

Your companions hate you more than I do, even if you fight for them, bastard! I guess your draenei mother didn't marry your orc father voluntarily, right? "

He was provoking the ridiculously strong guy in front of him.

I hope that the guy in front of me has lost his mind and attacks, and Blake, who is locked by him, has already begun to prepare to activate the tidal spell. Fortunately, 15 minutes have passed.

But Blake was really unsure whether the Tide Spell would work on the guy in front of him, and there was no doubt that that was his only chance to escape.

Otherwise, we can only go to Hades to report to Queen Hela.

"A weakling's trick."

The tall orc was not provoked. He held the heavy sword burning with elemental fire in the darkness with both hands and said to Blake:

"But you know a lot. I didn't know that there are people in this world who know the word 'Delaenei'. You have aroused my interest, orc killer."

Blake took a deep breath, and he took the initiative to attack, but suddenly he saw an arc of light flashing behind the orc, dozens of meters away in the dark night.

"ha!"

The pirate yelled and rushed towards the sword master in front of him with his knife, who frowned.

Is the orc killer this good?

It’s just like a desperate little gangster, which is really disappointing!

He raised the war blade, and out of disappointment, swung it towards Black with one execution sword.

"Buzz"

The sword cuts down and the spell is activated.

A sound like a tidal wave rang in Lantreso Fireblade's ears. The sword master was frightened for a moment, his body trembled, and three vivid illusions jumped out to protect him.

But the moment the illusion jumped out, it was destroyed by the heavy blow of the tide, and he was also stunned for a moment.

Black's guess was correct.

The stun effect of the tidal talisman took less than a second to take effect on the orc in front of him, which was not enough for him to stab him. However, after activating the talisman, he did not stop.

He passed the orcs, threw out the hook and bolt, and ran into the darkness behind him.

At the same time, thirty meters away, the expressionless Halduron Mingyi opened his bow and loosened his fingers slightly.

"Whoosh"

The magic arrow carefully crafted by the Quel'Thalas mage turned into a stream of light and swirled, breaking the speed of sound, bringing up a vortex-like wake in the dark night, and stabbing the Fire Blade Sword Master while spinning at high speed.

The latter woke up from the dizziness and turned around to draw his sword, blocking the sword behind him like a shield, but...

"puff"

The moment the magic arrow flew over, it was like a poisonous snake shaking its head. In an inaudible arc, it pierced the sword master's shoulder, and after the magic was activated, it injected poison into the whole body.

"Ah! Despicable!"

The half-orc sword master roared and pulled out the sharp arrow and pinched it in half. In front of him, Halduron Brightwing's long hair was flying forward with a bow in hand.

The figure rushing in the darkness was accompanied by a hail of arrows, driving the orc back.

"What's the point of bullying children? Orcs who think they are powerful! Why don't you come to fight with a real ranger? Also, Harvest Olsen, it should be you orcs who are swearing, right?

You Harvard Olsen! "