Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Under Blake's heartbroken gaze, another Devil's Strike, picked up from the battlefield by the little fish-man, carried the anger of the fish-man, like a toothpick that pierced an apple. At the moment of impact, it pierced into the Domination Orb. .

"wrlgmmglglgm!!!"

Ben Bolba's small figure looked so tall in the burst of purple light.

As if it was also a hero among the fishmen, its howl became louder and louder.

But the thing in front of it is an evil magic weapon!

It is used to imprison a ray of Garona's soul. Its essence is not much different from the soul stone. How can it withstand the piercing of a high-level magic weapon with the effect of destroying demons?

The moment it was pierced, it exploded.

The terrifying shadow power was released like a storm, and the exploded little murloc spun around in circles, howling and flying into the sky. Amid Sephiel's chuckle, he was held in the arms of Blake, who was shadow walking past.

The pirate threw out the hook lock and hooked it on the cliff on the other side. He was pushed by the magic power that exploded behind him and fell behind dancing. In front of him, the broken bridge leading to the Tomb of the Gods was destroyed by the explosion of the Lord Orb. Blow up.

"I raised you in vain!"

Black hit the frightened little murloc hard on the head, took the Devil's Strike from its claws in distress, glanced at the character card, and his face suddenly fell.

Devil's Strike (Magic Damage)

Excellent quality

Strengthen sharpness. Weak combos. Weak demon-breaking

This stupid little fishman suddenly turned an excellent weapon into a toy-like decoration.

"Now, if you want it, I'll give it to you. For the next three months, don't even think about eating meat!"

He stood up and threw the second destroyed Devil's Strike to the little fish man. Sephiel's faint voice sounded in Blake's heart.

she says:

"You didn't plan to destroy the Dominion Orb at all, did you? Do you plan to use it to continue to control Garona? You are really a true pirate villain!"

"It doesn't matter what I think anymore."

Blake looked distressedly at the broken bridge in front of him that was completely shattered by the shadow magic. He stretched out his hand and clasped it on his face, with a look of helplessness on his face, and said to Sephiel in a bad tone:

"Now that it's like this, no matter what the outcome is, Garona still owes me a favor. Although it's not a loss, it's not a loss. What's more, great things are yet to come."

The pirate quickly calmed down and held the Thrash Blade in his left hand and the newly acquired Demon Strike in his right hand. He glanced forward and then back.

explain:

"It'll probably take a while before they come out. I'll go back and collect a few heads first. Those who followed Gul'dan here must be rare monsters at least.

I wish they could give me more experience. "

"I have to warn you, if you kill Cho'gall here, it will have a terrible impact on the world line, which will not only directly attract the attention of the Quicksand Scale.

It will also attract the attention of those old gods. You know how troublesome and terrifying those guys are, right? "

When Black was traveling through the shadows, intending to harvest heads and experience, Sephiel was also reminding him about Cho'gall's fate. The pirate replied with disdain:

"You stupid young dragon, you are so stupid even to give a reminder.

Not to mention whether I will take the initiative to provoke Cho'gall's fate as you said. Even if I really want to do this, do you think I am a match for Cho'gall now without Garona's help?

The guy who escaped Draenor's ogre empire, Highmaul, wasn't just a warlock

I know how dangerous it is.

So regarding it, let’s leave it to Garona to deal with the headache later. "

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"Shua"

While Blake rushed into the battlefield, happily enjoying the fun of the human-headed dog.

In the Tomb of the Gods on the other side of the beach, Garona was hiding in the shadows, hanging far behind Gul'dan and his party, and was covering her mouth as she headed toward the deepest part of the cemetery.

The expression of the legendary half-orc assassin was quite subtle at this moment.

She seemed to be in that indescribable state unique to women.

Her face was flushed, her breathing was heavy, and her big eyes were full of uncontrollable emotions. And if you look carefully, in her eyes, which were curled up in the shadows, the bloody lines that brought chaos were quickly fading away.

Her soul is coming back whole.

This moment came without any warning, almost making Garona shout out from the shadows.

But this also means that the dominating orb that bound her destiny has been destroyed!

Unbelievable, Blake actually succeeded!

To be honest, putting aside all other factors and objectively evaluating Black Shaw's adventure, Garona really didn't think he could win.

She knew the strength of the old orc assassin.

But the fact is that, in front of her eyes, the legendary assassin can't help but have any doubts, and for her, this is definitely a good thing.

After a few minutes, Garona stood up again from the shadows.

She looked down from the cracks between the collapsed stone pillars and ruins higher up in this weird ancient temple. She saw that Gul'dan, the bastard, was leading his remaining followers down into a mysterious hall. walk.

No one has entered this tomb for many years.

Everywhere is filled with dampness and coldness, and sea water is constantly flowing out from the cracks everywhere.

And just as Black reminded him, following Gul'dan all the way deep into the tomb, the legendary assassin keenly felt that many powerful beings remained in the ruins that had collapsed for thousands of years.

The shadows are constantly warning her to leave this dangerous place. Each of the lives sealed here has the power to kill her.

To make matters worse, Garona also sensed the existence of other beings.

Lurking in the surrounding water was a creature she had seen before on the coast of southern Azeroth.

Naga, those vicious deep-sea moccasins.

They were huge in number, and seemed to regard this temple as their stronghold. When Gul'dan summoned the Tomb of the Gods from the sea, many Nagas did not have time to leave.

Just now, Gul'dan and his gang were ambushed by a large group of Nagas from underwater.

But the great warlock's strength was astonishing. He waved his hand to summon a rain of evil energy, igniting the cold sea water and burning dozens of deep-sea Nagas alive.

Garona looked at Gul'dan's limping back. A flash of deep-seated hatred flashed through her eyes, which finally became pure. Her fingers were placed on the double blades of the Kingslayer at her waist.

She is free.

Gul'dan had no control over her.

If you show up now to attack and kill, the success rate should be.

"We found it!"

The surprise calls of the great warlocks below interrupted Garona's thoughts and shocked the legendary assassin. She threw out a hook lock and fell silently in the shadows.

Garona had never used this kind of thing before.

But it wasn't just Blake who learned from her, she also picked up some tricks from Blake's.

This kind of hook lock, which is often used by pirates in Azeroth to fight gang fights, can be used even more powerfully in the hands of assassins.

The legendary assassin landed silently.

She ran quickly in the shadows and quickly approached the edge of the gloomy hall below. She hid in the darkness and looked inside. The group of warlocks were less than a hundred meters away from her.

And they are ecstatic now.

They gathered around a stone platform and discussed loudly. On the stone platform in front of them, there was a gorgeous purple-black staff floating in the air. The thing had a weird shape.

The staff is very short, only as long as an adult human arm.

But the head of the staff is very long and wide. Those purple-black things of unknown material are shaped into the strange wings of some kind of creature and serve as decorations for the staff.

Just looking at the gorgeous appearance of the staff head, there is a kind of degenerate majesty, and there is also a kind of corruption, evil, and dark temperament, and wrapped in the wings, there is a suspended purple spar.

It looks like an eye looking into the abyss and darkness!

This is certainly a legendary weapon.

And it can be seen from the fanatical eyes of the warlocks of the Shadow Council that this is a weapon that is extremely suitable for spreading evil energy and destruction.

They desperately want it.

"Back off!"

Gul'dan shouted:

"Idiots! Don't touch it! It is the weapon of the dark god. If you touch it, be careful of your soul being ignited. There is also a seal left by the human guardian on it.

You can't handle it!

Step aside! I come!

We will also use it to open the door to the deepest part of the tomb of the dark god."

Under the scolding of the orc warlock, the members of the Shadow Council retreated submissively, but the dissatisfaction on their lowered heads and faces could be seen.

After being brought to this place by Gul'dan and seeing such a powerful artifact with their own eyes, they were convinced of the divine power Gul'dan promised.

Such a powerful artifact is actually just the key to unlocking power.

So, how amazing is the power hidden in front of our eyes?

Most importantly, Gul'dan had completed his mission and had brought them into this land of gods. Since that power can make people become gods, why must Gul'dan get it?

Why can't it be them?

The warlocks who retreated after being scolded secretly exchanged glances with each other.

Behind Gul'dan, the warlocks dispersed in a tacit understanding, completely blocking Gul'dan's way out.

Some impatient ones have already grabbed their weapons or the soul stones in their hands.

They are all sorcerers.

They know the warlock's fighting style very well, and they know how to deal with their peers.

Gul'dan did not notice the change in the mentality of his subordinates.

The great warlock had already devoted himself wholeheartedly to unsealing the sealed artifact in front of him. To be honest, even if he noticed it, he wouldn't care.

These idiots have no idea why Gul'dan brought them here.

That is the power of the gods!

How can we get it smoothly without paying some "sacrifice"?

Gul'dan's eyes were fixed on the fallen artifact in front of him. His hands were filled with evil power, flowing like fire, corroding the seal placed on this scepter by the human guardians.

This is a key.

Gul'dan even knew what it was called.

When Medivh, the last guardian of mankind, died, Gul'dan was a blessing in disguise. He accidentally learned all this from the memory of that guardian's death.

All of this should be a secret that human guardians are responsible for guarding.

"The Scepter of Sargeras, an artifact that can open the door to ten thousand worlds."

Gul'dan carefully corroded the seal. He looked at the scepter in front of him, his red eyes full of unbearable desire and joy. Really, it was really the last step left.

As long as he gets this scepter that can ignore space, tear apart the stars, and open up all realms, he can step into the deepest part of this dark tomb and touch the power of the gods.

Today, he is going to turn what only exists in legend into reality!

"boom"

Dark green light suddenly exploded in front of Gul'dan's eyes, interrupting all the great warlock's imagination.

He took a few steps back in shock, and the warlocks behind him also looked confused.

"Gul'dan! What did you do!"

A female high-level warlock shouted, and the desire in Gul'dan's heart quickly turned into a bone-chilling chill.

He seemed to have guessed what was happening.

He said tremblingly:

"I, I didn't do anything, I didn't activate it. Someone else is controlling it! This is a trap!"

"No!"

"No!!! I know it's only one step away!"