Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 601 154. Burning City, Burning Blade - Adding roots to the brothers of Paofan Al-Bing【930】

"That undead troll is not a good partner to work with. Hidden beneath his smooth tone is an ambitious, evil and crazy soul. It is only a matter of time before he will betray your agreement.

His undead form is also very special, the product of some kind of dark curse. "

Watching Gaboa leading a group of Amani thugs to carry away the lynx spirit Harraz who was seriously injured by the old lich on a wooden frame, Merry Dongfeng leaned on his staff and whispered to Blake:

"His immortality is connected to the troll Death God we have seen before. Perhaps old Bwonsamdi has left his own chess piece on the sea besides you.

It doesn't trust you. "

"Old Bwonsamdi doesn't trust anyone. He's just an old troll who became lonely and crazy because of fear of his father."

Blake complained:

“I also have no hope in Gaboa’s loyalty.

That guy persisted in his seven thousand years of imprisonment and launched a rebellion against Zemlan. Betrayal is ingrained in his bones, but that doesn't mean I can't take advantage of him.

It is impossible for Kul Tiras under Dai Lin's leadership to make peace with the pirates. If Gaboa wants to rebuild the glory of the Zandalar pirates in the South China Sea, he must pass Dai Lin's test.

He was right, leaving him alive would be beneficial to my major affairs.

Besides, if I don’t rely on Gaboa, who else can I rely on? "

The smelly pirate shrugged helplessly, and the magic eyes on his shoulders turned for a moment to look at the burning city behind him, and said to the old lich:

"Should we rely on the Black Spirit pirates who only know treasure hunting and comedy? They are too far behind in all aspects. Even with the support of the Burning Legion, they are destined to be unable to accomplish anything big.

However, they are developing in the direction of "Comedian of the Sea", which is very promising.

Okay, let’s not talk about this anymore.

Can you get rid of the dark aura on these two knives? "

The pirate took the Kingslayer's twin blades out of his bag and handed them to the old lich. The latter took them in his hand and examined them carefully, nodded and said:

"As long as there is a sufficiently strong holy object of order, the aura derived from evil energy can be removed, including the ray of consciousness attached to it by the deceiver.

But this depends on whether the Holy Light Church is willing to lend them the Silver Hand. "

"Let me talk to the Pope."

Black said to the old lich:

"Old Fao owes me a lot of favors. It shouldn't be a problem to borrow their sacred objects. After purification, there is no need to return them to me and give them to Khadgar, the infatuated man.

Let him be prepared, and when I am about to venture to the continent of Kalimdor, I will call him with me.

At that time, I will gain an uncrowned master, and he will also receive a wild female orc as a reward. I hope he is diligent in exercising during this period and will not have another thirty seconds, okay? "

The smelly pirate was talking dirty words about Khadgar, but unexpectedly the magic stone in his bag vibrated. He took it out and injected magic power into it, and heard his incompetent subordinate Evil Eye yelling over there:

"Captain! Run! Lord Daval captured Red. All my demons died in the battle before I managed to escape. That terrifying man will soon know that you were the one who planned everything today.

Run! "

"Huh? I thought he was too scared to come today."

Blake was shocked.

But he immediately calmed down, pretending to be nonchalant, and replied to Xie Yan:

"Don't be afraid, just Daval Presto, you quickly take the things you grabbed and evacuate. If you can save Red, save him. If you can't, save yourself first.

Don't come to Dalaran, I'll take care of the rest. "

After saying that, the pirate crushed the magic stone in his hand, waved his hand and took out first mate Sephiel's soul coin, put it in his ear and asked:

"Sefir, my first mate, where is the Nagfar?"

"We will reach the coast of Silverpine Forest in five minutes, Captain! I heard that there are black dragons here. The Nagfar and I are ready to fight to the death!"

The pirate dragon mate still didn't understand the current situation, so she replied excitedly.

Blake nodded and said:

"When you arrive, stop at the coast, place all the Tide Stones, and ask the ship spirit to cooperate with my arrangements. You also wait for my orders. The black dragon is not the only one coming here today.

You'll see our best moments soon. "

After ending the call with Sephiel, the pirate twisted his neck, took a deep breath, and said to the old lich next to him:

"I want to tell you something, Meri, don't be afraid."

"I already knew today's disaster from your advance prophecy. Look at Dalaran now."

The old lich said with a gloomy look:

"My city has been set on fire. Things have gotten so bad, how can it continue to get worse? Just tell me, I'm not afraid."

"good!"

The pirate coughed and said in a stick-reading tone:

"Deathwing is coming to Dalaran!

You'd better follow my instructions and prepare the Eye of Dalaran in advance, otherwise we should consider using a cross-continental portal to quickly teleport my people and yours to the Northrend continent for refuge. "

"Um?"

The old lich's hand clenching the staff instantly tightened. The name "Deathwing" came out of Black's mouth, which stunned Meri Dongfeng for a full five seconds before he could react.

Old Merry angrily picked up his staff and hit Black on the head. The lich, who was always known for his indifference, would now tremble with his hands, like an angry old man, swinging his cane to hit the bad guy.

He said angrily:

"Such a big thing! Why didn't you tell me in advance! You bastard, I'll beat you to death!"

"I said it!"

Blake didn't dare to resist. He held his head to avoid the old lich's staff and ran away, shouting strangely:

"I told you in advance that at least three demigods are coming to Dalaran today. Wouldn't Deathwing be a fallen demigod?"

"fart!"

Old Meili was so angry that he cursed:

"A creature of Deathwing's level, and with the blessing of the authority of the earth, has already surpassed the concept of demigod! You are going to piss me off to death!

Where do you want me to temporarily find some justice demigods to return to help?

The King of Magic can't stop it from going crazy! "

"What are you yelling at me for? Isn't there a Dreamwalker on your council in Tirisfal?"

Blake shouted:

"Hurry up and summon Ysera the Awakener over here. Remember to ask her to wear more clothes when she comes over! This time she is here to fight, not to catwalk on the catwalk.

I can also get a demigod here.

Don't look at me with that look. I'm not crazy. If I say yes, it will definitely happen. Don't worry, Deathwing will never destroy your city today.

Open your eyes and see, the demons will burn it all before Deathwing arrives. "

——

Outside the burning city gate of Dalaran, the battle between a group of spellcasters and the elemental god has come to an end. The constantly discharged elemental god, Galva'zt, has become weaker than when he appeared under the continuous magic bombardment of the mages. More than half.

It could no longer unleash the lightning storm that enveloped the city.

After all, it is just the crystallization of resentment and divine power left by a powerful Loa thousands of years after his death. In Dalaran, a place where elemental power is not prosperous, it has no channel to replenish its own elemental power.

Especially after the Spellweavers relaxed their lock on the magic network in Northern Xinjiang, the archmages who had regained the source of magic were full of firepower, even when Prince Kael'thas had to temporarily return to the city due to internal elven affairs. , relying on the joint efforts of several great mages, the gods were still suppressed.

They might be able to win quickly, and then return to the city and activate the city enchantment to clean up the demons that invaded Dalaran.

At this point in the battle, Dalaran is destined to be lost.

The destructive power of the demons is too strong, and most of the city has been turned into burning ruins. The archmages are no longer anxious now, and the jars have been broken.

Anyway, urban reconstruction is the inevitable result. Since most of the residents in the city are protected by the magic barrier of Nathalas College, it is better to let the demons do more damage.

This will prevent them from having to bulldoze those buildings themselves.

There were also demons wreaking havoc near the city gates.

They blocked the roads out of the city, trying to sacrifice all life in the city to their dark gods.

For those who want to leave the chaotic life of Dalaran, the blockade set by the demons in front of them is an obstacle that must be overcome.

This is very dangerous, but for some powerful people, mere demons are not invincible opponents.

"puff"

The smelly blood spattered everywhere. The moment the first demon guard was attacked, the other demons reacted and moved towards the attackers to kill them.

But the orc swordmaster Lantrisso, who emerged from the Wind Step, had no expression on his face. Facing these swarming demons, he just silently raised the dark flaming blade in his hand.

In Blake's hands, this Juggernaut's Blade has always been used as a sharp enough battlefield killing weapon. The pirate is not a Juggernaut, and he cannot activate the special effects of the Flaming Blade through the Juggernaut's inheritance.

But when this sword falls into the hands of a real sword master, its destructive power doubles almost instantly.

As Lantrexo's fingers brushed against the frosted blade, the elemental imprints on the black blade were activated one after another, and a ball of elemental flames danced and covered the blade.

The tall gray-blue orc didn't look like he was wielding a sharp blade, but more like he was wielding a burning pillar of fire.

The bloody battle flag behind him swayed, and with the unique, concise and deadly attack of the Juggernaut, Lantrexo took the initiative to launch an attack on the demon.

The extremely concise and elegant swordsmanship can often split a demon into two with a single horizontal slash or an invisible vertical slash. Under the rampage of this orc sword master, it was difficult for the demon in front of him to really block his fatal sword.

After the orcs stepped forward seven times and killed thirteen demons, the remaining demon dogs felt the terror. They whined and retreated, not daring to take the initiative to bite again.

Demons are not fearless either.

In the absence of a commander, the demons will also collapse in small groups.

After all, while these destructive creatures who pursue brutal power pursue the fear of others, they are not immune to the real fear that befalls them.

After peeling off that brutal and powerful appearance, they are not much different from other life forms.

"Whoosh"

Lantrisso waved the flaming blade in his hand, and the stinky demon's blood dripped down along the frosted blade. When the elemental flame disappeared from the blade, the sword was not stained with a trace of blood.

But he didn't immediately escape into the Wind Step and leave.

When the grey-blue-skinned orc swordmaster turned around, on the ruined street covered with ashes and smoke behind him, and in the bloody dust blown by a gust of wind, another orc appeared in front of him.

He used exactly the same combat techniques as him.

The use of the Wind Step was even more subtle than his.

That orc is a greenskin.

But it can be seen from his unusually straight and unbowed waist that he did not drink the blood of demons. The green skin is only due to the evil energy pollution of other companions after drinking blood.

He was dressed almost exactly the same as Lantrexo, with his upper body naked and his lower body wearing a battle armor like a war skirt. The stretched muscles were covered with traces of battle. Those scars that looked very scary represented the orc. He is also a warrior who has fought many battles.

The dark red elemental rosary hanging around his neck and the burning blade war flag carried on his back showed his identity.

The last Burning Blade Sword Master, the genius of the Burning Blade clan, and the successor that Old Dahl originally favored, but because he was inconsistent with the old tribe's philosophy, he chose to self-exile the Legend of the Burning Blade, Samuro.

On the sword master's blade in Samuro's hand, the blood of the devil was dripping.

Lantriso looked past Samuro's body and looked back. Not far away, several panicked humans were running out of a ruins with crying children in their arms.

The man in that house was hesitant.

But when escaping, he still made a gesture of thanks to Samuro. Apparently, the Fire Blade Sword Master was doing some "saving things" within his power in the city before meeting his "brother".

"You don't have to atone for our sins."

Lantrexo raised the knife in his hand and said sarcastically:

"You did not join the old tribe. You were separated from us before we crossed the Dark Portal and trampled the world. Your hands are clean, my brother.

Your heart is probably also clean. "

He looked at the two one-handed swords carried by Samuro on his waist and said:

"Have you completed your trial? Can you fight with three weapons at the same time? Are you coming here today to open my eyes?"

"I have no intention of fighting you, Lantrisso."

Samuro felt the resentment in Lantreso's heart. He sheathed his sword and said softly:

"Give Sankesu to me. I will take it back to where it belongs. The Burning Blade clan has been defeated and the chief died in the battle, but his daughter Azuka Bladefury still sticks to Havalo, the Holy Land of the Burning Blade. .

She should inherit this sword. "

"Azuka? That stupid and irritable woman?"

Lantrexo spat on the ground disdainfully and rudely, and said:

"Her stupid insistence on blood theory is that she tried to expel me from the clan several times. All her energy was spent on winning over the clan members. She is not even as good as the ordinary veterans of Azeroth.

She is not qualified to inherit the glorious Sankesu!

If it were you, Samuro, if it was you who asked for this sword, I would gladly give it to you, you deserve it! But I wouldn't give it to anyone but you!

I have been poisoned by stupid blood theories for the first half of my life. I will not allow you to use this Blade of Glory to do ugly things again. When I got this sword, I already swore to it that I would carry forward the legacy of the Sword Master!

I want all warriors who are qualified to embark on this road to no longer have to suffer the humiliation I did.

I want to rebuild the legacy of the Sword Master.

And this time, it's not just the orcs who can occupy this path of power. "

"You'll just kill them."

Samuro said coldly:

"Not everyone can walk the path of the Sword Master! Give me the sword, Lantriso, I know you have some psychological problems, but I don't have time to solve your problem now!

This city is dangerous, and my instinct is warning us that we should not stay here any longer. You can go back to Havalo with me, and we can rebuild the clan together. "

"You're scared, haha."

Lantrisso held the sword in his hands with both hands, and said to Samuro in front of him:

"It seems that many years of self-exile have also infected you with some unhealthy 'mental diseases', and you are not as brave as you were when you were young.

bring it on!

Let me see the results of your practice.

If you want to seize this sword for that stupid woman who is loyal to you, then step over my corpse! "