Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

Alodi is a half-elf. He doesn't know who his parents are. He was abandoned in Dalaran since he was a child. He was brought up in an orphanage in Dalaran. He has the right to the magical city-state that raised him. A strong sense of belonging.

Perhaps it was because the high elf blood and human blood in his body were working at the same time. Since he was a child, he had shown a talent for arcane magic that far surpassed others.

However, after all, Alodi was born in a peaceful age. After the troll war, the mages of Dalaran grew up in a very comfortable environment, and rarely had the opportunity to engage in real combat.

Alodi, like most contemporary mages, possesses a powerful arcane power, but when used in battle, it seems a bit dogmatic and not flexible enough.

Because the Tirisfal Council needs to hunt demons frequently, it has done a good job of training mages in the organization with actual combat experience, but Alodi has not joined the Tirisfal Council for a long time.

Although he became the first guardian with his amazing talent, his shortcomings of lack of actual combat experience were finally exposed when he couldn't use his strength to form a crush.

Brutalus was at the forefront with his powerful physique, and most of Alodi's spells were swallowed by him with the specially made fel metal armor plate on his chest.

Kaslanatier, on the other hand, hides behind Brutallus's huge body like a thug, and uses quick and small fel spells to interfere with Alodi's spellcasting, making him lose sight of one and lose another in a hurry.

"Hey~"

A soft sigh echoed in the forest, and Alodi, who was struggling left and right, had no time to pay attention, but the treacherous Dreadlord suddenly stopped his pursuit and turned around.

"who?"

A wolf with bright silver fur slowly walked out of the forest, his eyes were shining with wisdom, and he looked at the flustered Alodi with some disappointment.

"It's still too young, with a serious lack of actual combat experience. It has great power but is suppressed by two demons who are not top-notch."

Caslanatier spread his wings vigilantly, aiming at the silver wolf with his flickering hands.

"I'll ask again, who are you? If you're just passing by, you'd better leave this area immediately, this battle doesn't belong to you."

Andrea squinted at the dreadlord, "Are you an idiot? If it has nothing to do with this battle, why should I stand up?"

Caslanatier was not irritated, not because of his cultivation and good temper, but because he felt the deliberately suppressed powerful power from this silver wolf of unknown origin.

Brutalus frantically waved the blades of both hands. Alodi was forced to retreat by the skillful sword combo of the abyss lord. Who am I, where am I, and what am I doing began to form in my mind? of confusion.

"Caslanatier! Get rid of him and come over to help immediately, this kid's situation is completely messed up!"

"Fix me?"

Andrea shook her head and chuckled, and changed back to her human form under Caslanatier's cautious gaze.

"Night Elf!"

The corner of Kaslanatier's mouth twitched. The first failure of the Burning Legion's expedition more than 7,000 years ago has already spread throughout the Twisting Nether. As the main force of mortals fighting against the Burning Legion at that time, the night elves were naturally on the blacklist of the Burning Legion. .

...And it is still at the top of the blacklist.

The Burning Legion of Sargeras did not like to take revenge, as they usually took revenge on the spot.

Before invading Azeroth, the Burning Legion had encountered planets with strong resistance, but as long as Sargeras took action, no planet or civilization could block the terrifying power of the Fallen Titan.

The War of the Ancients was the first defeat of Sargeras and the Burning Legion. Although under the strict control of Sargeras, it did not have much impact, the reputation of the night elves inevitably became the demons who did not participate in the War of the Ancients. talking material.

Coincidentally, Caslanatier and Brutalus happened to be the second demon who did not participate in that war.

Compared with the abyss lord who is extremely confident in his own strength and has always been rebellious, as a dreadlord, Kaslanatier is very cautious when facing Andrea.

"What's wrong, little bat."

Andrea asked with a half-smile while sticking the Garnier staff, "Aren't you going to attack?"

Demons are a chaotic and distorted race. Although Caslanatier was wary of the night elves, he was not too scared to make a move.

Gathering his mind, the Dreadlord raised his hand and released a large cloud of green solid smoke.

"Rotten bug swarm!"

This was the signature spell of the Nathrezim clan, and it was not the first time Andrea had seen it.

At the same time of turning on the shadow form, Andrea lightly lifted the staff of Garnier, and a purple gleam flashed on the surface of Elune's tears.

Formless shadow ripples emanated from the head of the staff, collided with the swarm of putrid bugs released by Kaslanatier, and stood in a stalemate in mid-air for a moment, and began to push the energy of the opposite wave towards the direction of the Dreadlord.

"How can it be!"

Being suppressed by two mortals one after another within a day, Kaslanatier began to doubt his life.

"How can mere mortals surpass demons in strength! Who are you?"

"Hehe, guess what."

After the spell was released, Andrea did not stay in place. He teleported behind Kaslanatier through the shadow shuttle, and the Dark Empire Blade in his left hand cut at the enemy at a tricky angle.

Kaslanatier felt the threat coming from behind him, and at the very moment, he leaned back to avoid the crosscut of the long sword.

But Andrea's sword had not used much force in the first place, and there was a lot of room for turning. The sword suddenly turned 90 degrees in mid-air, and slashed at Caslanatier's abdomen from top to bottom.

"ah!!"

The sword of the Dark Empire itself is not sharp, and its lethality mainly comes from the Xalatas that resides in it.

At the moment of being cut, Kaslanatier had countless chaotic thoughts in his mind, and the amount of negative information that seemed to burst his brain made him cry out in pain.

At this time, Brutalus is happily chasing and killing Alodi, who is in chaos. Although the power of single click is not as powerful as that of Mannoroth who uses heavy weapons, the double-blade combo in his hand can push the enemy to the ground. Breathless, the suppression effect is even more outstanding.

Hearing Kaslanatier's cry of pain, Brutallus subconsciously turned his head and glanced. Alodi seized this opportunity to flash away from his impenetrable combo rhythm.

"Huh~huh~"

With a distance of tens of meters from Brutalus, Alodi gasped for breath in shock.

Andrea ignored the reactions of the other two on the battlefield, and seized the moment when the Dreadlord was mentally traumatized. A light blade flashed from the top of Garnier's staff, and cut Kaslanatier, who was crying with his head in his arms, from the center of his body. into two, green fel blood splattered everywhere.

Alodi's eyes were a little dull, "Is it that simple?"

"if not?"

Using the shadow shuttle to avoid Bu Fat's roaring charge, Andrea reappeared from beside Alodi, and said with a speechless expression on his face, "A weak chicken's Nathrezim is not even a core." Bat, how difficult do you think he can be dealt with?"