Shadow Trails in Azeroth

While Black used the strategy of "driving the tiger away from the mountain" to deceive Prince Kael'thas' most difficult guard, Salorian Morningseeker, so that he could complete the deal with the unparalleled and handsome prince.

Across Dalaran, the four Assassin factions are also coming to an end in clearing up the traitorous Assassins.

Originally relying on MI7 and the Uncrowned One, things would not go so smoothly.

Although these guys are elite and capable of fighting, they are at a disadvantage in terms of numbers. Even if they can be driven away, they cannot annihilate all the rebellious assassins.

However, the sudden addition of the elf faction brought the night's battle to a happy ending.

The combat skills of the Terrors and Phoenix Assassins are more sophisticated than that of their human counterparts, and the elves' naturally flexible bodies also give them a higher starting point on the path of shadow than humans.

Relatively speaking, elves are indeed very suitable for agile professions such as assassins or rangers. They also have superior energy perception than humans.

These are all natural advantages, and I cannot envy them.

But on the other hand, humans also have their own advantages. Humans' learning ability is much better than that of elves who are immortal species, and they also have more advantages than elves in using a variety of weapons.

The most peculiar thing is that after long-term training, some talented human assassins can also acquire the ability to "detect stealth" like the Sangujar family.

This skill gained through training has no sequelae.

"You and Vereesa Windrunner stalked a Master Assassin? Who gave you the courage to do so?"

In a dome hall in the elven residential area, the current head of the Sangunar family, "Baron Fear", sat on a chair with an expressionless face, looking at Valeera who was being treated by a doctor in front of her.

He said in a bad tone:

"When you embarked on the road of assassination, I taught you to be in awe of the shadows. But you two ignorant children first provoked the master of the 'Uncrowned One', and you deserved this shameful end!"

He killed the Beheader tonight. Another master of Ravenholdt has fallen. You can still come back alive because of his mercy. "

"Uncle, I don't care about my failure. As you said, I will swallow the consequences of my reckless actions without hesitation."

Valeera, who was lying there, raised her head and said to her uncle:

"But that man, he told me that the shadow blood inherited by the family has a fatal flaw, and he also showed me that flaw. Magic addiction, why do we..."

"Because being strong always comes with a price."

The Dread Baron said calmly:

"The Blood of Shadow allows the Sangunars to master the power of 'fear'. Among all the legendary powers of the Assassin's Way, our power of fear is an extremely outstanding inheritance.

I didn't tell you this flaw because I didn't want to put you under psychological pressure, but now that you know it, you should better protect your shortcomings in future training and battles.

I know what you're worried about.

I will discuss this matter with him personally. Judging from the unique action pattern of his faction, we should get a proper result.

As for you, Valeera.

Your untimely arrogance and recklessness make me very disappointed.

I think it is necessary for you to leave the protection of your family and travel alone for a while. "

"Um."

Valeera's face darkened.

Although my uncle said it lightly, the so-called "travel" is basically equivalent to "exile". She is not the only descendant in the Sangunar family, and the internal competition is cruel and fierce.

She caused herself an embarrassing failure, which meant that she was getting further and further away from the position of the next head of the family.

However, there is still a chance.

On the other side, little sister Vereesa did not have this kind of "elder comfort" treatment. She lay alone in her room, her heart filled with the annoyance of failure and the shame of what happened tonight.

I couldn't calm down for a long time.

But there is actually another place besides the assassins in the fierce battlefield tonight.

While the assassins were drawing swords and slashing at each other, another "unique" fight was going on under the surface city of Dalaran, in the giant sewer that was as complicated as a maze.

The low-level mages of Dalaran have always had a tradition of "making fights".

This sport was recorded in Magna Aegwynn's private diary. The always restless young mages often had quarrels and conflicts due to strange reasons.

In most cases, the tutor will mediate, but if the tutor has no time or is too lazy to take care of it, the conflict will be resolved in another way.

There are battle mages patrolling the city, and private fighting is prohibited, but no one controls the sewers.

Although there are outposts set up by battle mages here, as long as they pay some "site usage fees" to the battle mages who guard this place, a wide area in the sewer, nicknamed the "arena", can be used by them. .

Young mages usually gather here to settle grievances with homemade "weapons" or fists.

It doesn't sound magical at all, but it sure feels "refreshing."

When Ms. Aegwynn was young and frivolous, she had the nickname "The King of Brawl". Just by listening to her name, you can tell where she got this nickname.

Moreover, the sewer "arena" has an exit just outside the Dalaran doctor's first aid office. After every fight, the first aid office's business will be much better.

However, there are rules for fighting in the sewers. To sum up, there is only one rule: no life is allowed!

"Come on, you weaklings who play arcane magic! Weren't you very powerful when you provoked me just now? They all said harsh words to make it impossible for me to leave Dalaran alive.

Why is this so cowardly?

come! "

In the sewer arena, above the sewage pipe where everyone was gathered in a circle, the iron fence was covered with shocking bloodstains, and seven or eight defeated Dalaran young mages were lying around.

In the middle of them was the warlock Evil Eye, whose clothes were torn into pieces and his face was bruised and swollen after being beaten by a group of people.

But this guy is worthy of being an orc, and he is really fierce in fights. These little mages who usually neglect training are no match for him. He defeated seven or eight of them with his bare hands.

A group of Dalaran mages were chattering around, rolling up their sleeves and about to leave the game and continue fighting.

The evil eye is not timid at all.

He spat out a mouthful of blood with broken teeth to the side, and grabbed the head of a dwarf mage with blood on his face from the side with a grin. The latter was also holding a wooden stick studded with nails.

This cunning orc has been ridiculed by the mages ever since he entered Dalaran. Now he finally found an opportunity to teach these just-talking things a lesson.

He smashed the unconscious dwarf at the feet of the crowd in front of him like a cannonball, and then raised his fingers towards them.

The provocation is palpable.

"Arugao! Come on, kill him!"

Amidst the noise of a group of young mages, a mage wearing a black coat, arms folded, and a proud face strode out. Judging from the calls of the mages next to him, this guy should be a tough guy.

This can be seen from his obviously stronger body than other mages and the cloth wrapped around his hands.

Well, this guy is the legendary Arugao.

A Gilnean who had very weak spellcasting abilities but still made it into the Kirin Tor. Precisely because his spellcasting ability is weak, Arugal seems to have learned to "compensate" for his disadvantages in other ways.

"That's not fair!"

On the side of Narthalas Academy, the warlock apprentice Anarris Yuejun, who was grabbing a bottle of wine and drinking heavily, cursed drunkenly:

"You guys are playing cartwheel. The evil eye only has one eye. Now it's almost blinded by you. We also need to replace it!"

"When did the noble mages treat us lowly warlocks fairly?"

The troll said in a sarcastic tone:

"Look at their appearance. They are eager to rush up and kill the evil eye. Look at the nails on those sticks. They are really deadly. We 'savage' trolls are not so ruthless when fighting among themselves."

"No substitutions allowed!"

A human mage standing on a wooden box shouted:

"It was agreed before that one person would be replaced by the other. This shameful and despicable greenskin agreed to it himself! He has no chance of getting out alive today!"

"boom"

The girl from Yue County is a pirate captain. When has she ever been wronged like this?

She smashed the wine bottle in her hand, jumped into the battle circle with the freshly baked "bar weapon", and shouted to the excited mages in front of her:

"Okay then, instead of changing people, can we add more people? We're just here to kill people, why do we play one-on-one? How about a big brawl for everyone?"

"That's right!"

The skinny boy also held his Jordan staff and jumped over like a war hammer. He shouted:

"Don't talk about ridiculous rules about not using weapons. We are all spellcasters. Come on, use magic or whatever. We are here today and will stay with you until the end!"

"Everyone, wait a minute! I'll roll the dice first!"

The giant magician suddenly shouted, startling the people around him. Under the stunned gazes of all the mages, this guy took out a dice from his arms, held it with both hands and blew into it.

Then throw the dice upward.

The next moment, more than a dozen rays of light shone on the dice.

That is to say, Zarak did not have a character card and could not clearly capture the attitudes of the Loas, but this time he was empowered by more than a dozen divine powers, and his whole person inflated like a balloon.

Including but not limited to Raizan, Pa'ku, Tolica, Gible, Old Garni, Akali, Gutos, Lennok, Hakoa, and even old Bwonsamdi who likes to watch the fun. Many Loa gods seemed to have been attracted by this chaos.

"Ah, the Loa are looking forward to a wonderful battle, they have given me power, and they are urging me to win with blood!

come! "

Zarak, who had swelled into a giant giant, felt the inexhaustible power in his body.

He laughed wildly and rushed towards the nearest Dalaran mage. As the latter screamed, he was grabbed as a "warhammer" and started attacking indiscriminately in all directions.

It was like a charge signal.

The next moment, the warlocks and the little mages who were at least five times their number started a chaotic battle.

There were no rules anymore. Magic such as arcane impact and ice arrows began to be used. The warlocks also summoned demons to make up for the numerical disadvantage.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Zarak's younger brother Dakuru quickly transformed into a gale snake, swept across the battlefield, and "bombed" this small area with lightning breath and venom balls.

The entire sewer arena was in chaos.

The Sparks couple were so frightened that their faces turned pale. The two timid dwarfs did not want to join the battle, so they supported each other and lay on the ground and moved outwards.

Fortunately, they were short, so they would not be accidentally injured in such a chaotic scene.

As a result, while running, Wendell Sparks suddenly spotted a familiar figure. He rushed over and dragged back a little dwarf who was waving a wooden stick, had his hair tied and shouted loudly, and cursed:

"Jin Di! Why do you come here to join in this fun? Do you want to make your parents angry? We have worked so hard to make money to send you to school, so you come here to fight with us?"

"Ah, dad, and mom?"

When Dalaran's young mage Jindi Sparks saw the two people in front of him, he was stunned. He quickly threw away the bloody stick in his hand, then opened his hands and threw himself into his mother's arms.

She cried and said:

"Where have you two gone?

The mages said you were missing in Northrend, and I was scared to death. Why are you two still wearing Nathalas Academy clothes? Huh? Why did you become sorcerers? "

"Oh, it's hard to explain in one sentence, so I'll talk about it later."

Wendell Sparks looked back at the big fight scene that had already begun. Seeing the blood flying, his heart trembled, and he dragged his daughter and wife and ran out of the sewer.

There's nothing we can do about it today.

Once there are casualties, things will only become more troublesome.

There was a hooded dwarf mage in front of him with red eyes. When he saw the Narthalas robe on Wendell, he screamed and threw ice arrows at the Sparks couple.

Old Wendell gritted his teeth, raised his hand and threw a fear spell, interrupting the dwarf's spellcasting.

In order to protect their daughter, his wife Jesse didn't care anymore. She held the magic seal and summoned two hell hounds, biting them indiscriminately in front of them. Finally, they found a way for Huo Huo's family to leave.

"Dad, Mom, you are so awesome."

After running out of the sewer in disgrace, the little dwarf Jindi looked at his parents with admiration. The way they cast spells just now was so cool.

"What a great thing, go home quickly."

Old Wendel felt uneasy and did not dare to stay. He took his family back home.

As a result, before they even walked out of the corner, they saw the cold-faced Archmage Ansrem heading toward the sewers with a large group of battle mages. The sharp-eyed Jesse Sparks also saw the equally ugly-faced Mentor Deliana in the crowd.

"It's over."

The three dwarfs shook their bodies at the same time.

But no one cared about the Sparks family. The battle mages blocked the nearby sewer exit, and Ansrem personally led a raid into the sewers of the chaos.

"Asshole! What a disgrace! This is how you spellcasters resolve conflicts? Why don't you put on tin can armor like the rude warriors and pick up war hammers to smash each other with?"

Does this have any decency as a spellcaster?

asshole!

You are all a disgrace to Dalaran!

Anyone who can still move, get out of here and into the Violet Prison!

Three months of confinement! "