Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 614 167. The reminder of death--Additional update for the birth of the baby [2230]

Warned by Xal'atath, the pirates did not panic.

He reached out and touched the legendary jewelry around his neck. The negative effects of this thing were almost forgotten by him.

Previously, Ysera opened the Dream Door in Dalaran to protect life, which meant that Blake was indeed close to the node between dreams and the real world. It was not surprising that he attracted the group of Satyr demons with the ability to step into dreams.

But it's just Sartre.

The pirates just had a fight with Deathwing. Although they are in a weak state now, are they still afraid of these bastards who are commanded by a "family slave with three surnames"?

Hey, with Sartre's general strength, it's just a matter of how many people come and die.

With this thought in mind, the stinky pirate stood up from the gravel under his buttocks, patted his tattered Death Shadow suit, and glanced ahead.

Varian and a group of mages who came over were "collecting the body" of Lothar.

Anduin Lothar's state was miserable.

Almost all of his body was burned, but he was not dead. Circles of runes were wrapped around Lothar's burned body, maintaining his semi-immortal state at this time.

It was as if Lothar's time had been frozen.

That's the power from Odin.

The Lord of War could not save him, because the strange power of Deathwing caused Lothar's soul to be contaminated, and he could not be promoted to the Hall of Valor.

He could only use this method to prevent Lothar from falling into the Shadow Realm or into the hands of Hela.

Apparently, Odin also knew it wasn't a good place.

Next to Varian and the mages, stood two small Valkyrs wearing heroic armor, lightning-winged helmets, holding ceremonial spears with golden red ribbons, holding large shields, and with golden wings. Valkyrie.

That's Odin's warmaiden.

It looks like she is a low-level Val'kyr, who cannot be called "Valkyrie" yet.

This is a representative specially sent by Odin to protect Anduin Lothar. Their fighting prowess is only close to legend, and they may not be the opponents of mortal warriors in a real fight.

But their appearance represents Odin's attitude.

Daring to assassinate Lothar, who was still alive, in front of their eyes would be tantamount to slapping Odin in the face. Daring to smack a Titan Guardian in the face would mean that a group of heroic heroes would soon jump off the Rainbow Bridge. , precise door-to-door "send warmth".

This is Odin's praise for Lothar.

After all, the bald old man had just completed the test of courage under Odin's watchful eye. In theory, he was already a member of the Hall of Valor.

Although I am unable to go to Warrior Heaven due to personal circumstances, I cannot lack the courtesy that is due.

“This is really just short of a ‘golden toilet’.”

The pirate grumbled under his breath.

He glanced at the character card and saw that his serious injuries had turned into minor injuries after resting, and the chaotic magic power in his body was also showing signs of recovery.

"You keep busy here."

Blake turned back to the little fish man and warned:

"Pause Zuljin's extraction of divine power, gather my incompetent subordinates, send Zuljin's body out, and then search around.

Collect all valuable items and retreat to Silver Pine Forest.

I'll be there in a minute.

As for you, little Xingxing, you can wait a little longer in Dalaran. Maybe you will be 'busy' later. "

"But I don't want to stay here anymore."

Little Xingxing held two troll heads in her hands and complained:

"I feel very insecure here, and I think I should retreat. Based on my 'achievement' today, there is no way Grandpa can force me to go back.

I made enough money today, and now I just want to find a place to relax.

Today is really exciting. "

"If I ask you to stay here, you will stay!"

Blake "glared" at her and said:

"I'm not even tired, so you have to hold on for me. If something goes wrong, I'll still count on you to take action."

After saying that, the pirate turned around and jumped into the shadows, heading quickly towards another part of the city.

On the way, he could see the fighting postures of the heroic warriors who, under Odin's orders, jumped out of the Hall of Valor and fell into the broken Dalaran to drive out demons.

Each of these guys has a steel body made of thunder and holds an exaggeratedly huge weapon. There are not many of them, only ten people in a combat team.

But their unparalleled performance among the demons really made the pirates speechless.

In less than five minutes after landing, these ten people had already swept away two demon strongholds and destroyed the portal leading to the demon star Marton. The demons from all walks of life were killed by them and cried for their fathers and mothers.

But Blake also noticed something wasn't right about the number of legendary demons in the city.

Logically speaking, the demon portal has been open for nearly an hour now. The number of legendary demons coming from Marton should not be so small.

Either the Defilers have suspended their invasion plans, or there is a powerful guy who has been relentlessly hunting down the demon lords while Dalaran suffered various disasters.

Who else could it be?

"Brother Dan is so fierce."

Blake sighed sincerely:

"As long as it's something related to demons, I'll have no problem asking him to do it. He single-handedly stopped a large-scale demon invasion. He's such a reassuring man.

Why was Tyrande blind enough not to choose him?

Is it really because taming a druid is the ultimate dream of all hunters?

No way? "

The trade wind crow flying next to him was frightened by the stinky pirate's mutterings. Miss Hisali Black Crow really doubted whether she had been seen through by this mysterious stinky pirate.

When he said something about taming the druid, the guy's fingers were trembling with excitement.

"Probably not?"

Miss Black Crow thought in her heart:

"I pretend so well, he shouldn't notice the problem, right? How about eating a few more bugs tomorrow? However, his slander about the Moon Sacrifice is really abominable!

I want to write down his blasphemous words and use them as evidence of his ‘sin’ later!

Although Ms. Tyrande and Lord Malfurion have good tempers, they will definitely not let him go if they hear such blasphemous words. "

"coming!"

Blake, who was sneaking forward in the shadows, suddenly stopped and stopped firmly on the top of a collapsed house. With a slight flick of his left hand, the chain of the underworld around his wrist flew forward with a roar.

The barbed short spear as sharp as a small harpoon flew forward, just in time to pierce the neck of a satyr demon that rushed out of the dream vortex. The unlucky weird demon didn't even howl, and was pulled towards the stinky pirate. On my own side.

The legendary long sword in his hand was held backwards and fell.

With a pop, a demon head with wide eyes, black horns and weird mane flew out.

"Sart!"

Sisali Black Crow, who was flying at high altitude, immediately recognized the type of strange demon that was hacked to death by the pirates. She was shocked and screamed and flapped her wings to fly high to avoid falling into the notorious corruption of the satyr demon. In the spell.

In the weird dream vortex that kept appearing in front of Blake's eyes, a large group of satyr stalkers and wizards rushed out of it.

Each of these guys is nearly two or three meters tall, with a human-shaped torso. From the waist up, you can see a figure similar to that of an elf, but below the waist, they have devil-like recurved hooves and a long swaying tail.

Their bodies are covered with manes, like beards and fur, their claws are sharp and evil, they have goat-like long black horns on their heads, and their eyes are shining with evil.

Compared to other strange-looking demons, these satyrs have an "acceptable" depraved appearance. After all, they still have a human appearance.

But they are even more dangerous than the demons of the Burning Legion.

Looking at the flexible and vicious eyes of these guys, you can tell that they possess the rare "excellent qualities" of the demons of the Burning Legion, that is, they have enough vicious wisdom to complete more terrifying corruption and destruction.

Satyrs generally do not have the powerful bodies of demons. Their height is the same as that of ordinary elves, but they are good at all kinds of corrupted magic, and they also have the strange ability to walk in dreams.

The most important thing is that compared to the demons living in the Twisting Nether, Satyrs live in Azeroth!

Their base camp is here. In the past ten thousand years, the satyr demons have been the main opponents of the priests and sentinels of the Kaldorei Moon Kingdom.

A thousand years after the end of the War of the Ancients, the evil-minded satyrs even started a protracted war on Mount Hyjal and other elven gathering places.

Countless elves were killed in that war, which dealt a heavy blow to the Kaldorei and even caused the Cenarion Order to suffer its most horrific losses since the War of the Ancients.

That war nine thousand years ago was called the "Sart's War" and was a tragic event that cannot be erased in the history of the Kaldorei night elves.

But that battle failed to completely eliminate Sartre.

As far as Black knows, wherever there are night elves in the continent of Kalimdor, satyr demons always follow them, and they have endless anger against the Kaldorei elves in their hearts.

They would rather sacrifice everything to subvert the Moon Goddess Kingdom, and the reason why they have such deep hatred is actually understandable.

Because every satyr demon was transformed from an elf, and the first batch of satyrs were the products of the upper elves who lost everything and fell into evil.

They hate the Kaldorei for ruining their glorious era. This hatred even transcends time and has formed an undying tradition to this day.

The Kaldorei and the Satyr are destined to only have one.

"Hand it over!"

The leader of the satyr demons, a big satyr shadowman with purple fire burning in his claws and wearing corrupt and weird elf armor shouted in a harsh voice:

"Hand over the treasure of Chief Savarik, pirate, and we will graciously leave your body intact!"

"You want this, right?"

The pirate emerged from the shadows and grabbed the legendary necklace around his neck.

They said to the satyrs who surrounded him, scolded him in demonic and Sarasic languages, aimed at him with all kinds of demonic weapons, and prepared to start a massacre:

"Why are you so out of character? When this thing fell into the hands of the devil, you didn't see your leader leading you to take the initiative to snatch it back from the Twisting Void.

Why is it that now that you are in my hands, your courage suddenly becomes stronger?

Do you bastards think I'm weaker than a demon? Do you think your ridiculous power of depravity and the ridiculous evil you claim can scare me? "

"We are not claiming to be evil, ignorant humans!"

The Satyrs blocked the surrounding shadows, making it impossible for Black to escape. They were so numerous that the Satyrs who kept appearing from the dream vortex quickly blocked a street.

They felt that I had the advantage, so the Shadow Man laughed, moved his terrifying claws, and covered himself with purple arcs of light.

It crossed its arms, swung its tail proudly and said:

"We are evil!

We desecrate the temples of the Kaldorei, we capture their children, we terrorize their souls in nightmares, and we make the elves scream every night.

You humans cannot understand the evil that Sartre represents, just as you can only live in your little kingdom, like a frog sitting in a well looking at the sky.

We don't even bother to cast a glance at your dreams, your imagination and your fears are too weak.

You miserable inferior creatures! "

"Your horns are very beautiful. Are they waxed specially to make them look shiny?"

While the Satyrs were brazenly declaring their 'evilness', Blake's focus was rather strange. He looked at the head and horns of the Satyr Shadowman in front of him.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed his chin, and said seriously:

"I like your horns, friend, and I decided to collect your skull to decorate my battle flag. Your elegantly angled horns will definitely add a dark elegance to my pirate flag."

Hello!

Did you hear it?

When you kill it later, be careful not to break the horns. I want those things. "

"Um?"

Blake's reaction made the Satyr Shadowman very suspicious.

It followed the pirate's gaze to the sky, and the next moment it took a step back in panic, pushing aside the satyr companions beside it, trying to escape into the dream vortex behind it.

but.

"Buzz"

The whirling and burning moon blade whizzed down from the sky, cutting off the heads of four or five satyr demons along the way, and then accurately got stuck on the path of the Shadow Man's escape.

The evil fire flowing like a mirror on the wide moon blade in front of him even reflected the frightened face of the Shadow Man, as well as the stinky pirate who appeared from behind it and sneered coldly.

The latter grabbed a long sword with shining magic, grabbed the horn of the Satyr Shadowman with his left hand bearing the seal, and slashed hard on its mane-covered neck with his right hand.

The next moment, the headless corpse hit the dream whirlpool with a thud.

Black lifted the satyr's head and placed it in front of his eyes. He looked at the demon's eyes that were frozen with fear. Behind him, Illidan Stormrage descended in the form of a demon in the background of the chaotic satyr group. He whispered softly. explain:

"Are you soldiers here to steal the treasure? Or are you here to make me laugh? What do you ignorant satyrs think of me? I think if 'the original satyr' Xavius ​​came in person, I might still sigh If it suddenly becomes the 'evil wisdom' of a domestic slave with three surnames, it might be frightened and run away.

After all, not just any guy can have the experience of continuously serving big figures like Queen Azshara, Lord Sargeras, and the Thousand-bearded Demon N'Zoth.

From this point of view, Mr. Xavius ​​is quite a legend.

But you descendants are really disappointing.

Your claims of 'evil' must be very popular with children.

But don't worry, I will visit you in Felwood soon and tell you a story about evil. Remember to prepare the course money. "