Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 101 11. Devil Warriors

"Just a little bit!"

On the orc ship, Reid Blackhand, who was slashing half-titan undead with a burning saber, heard a violent cannon sound from the poop, and turned his head to look into the mist.

A ball of flames flashed, tearing through the gloomy fog, as if the curtain had been pulled back, allowing Black Hand to see the sinister keel battleship hundreds of meters away.

It's not huge.

It was ten meters longer than my own ship, and it gave off a weird flat feeling overall.

It is not the traditional shape of a human warship.

The momentum is more exaggerated and darker, especially the hull deck wrapped with giant dragon bones, and under the dark sky, the bow of the ship protruding from the mist with its mouth fixed and the dragon head skeleton is full of oppressive force.

Like a gloomy bone dragon crawling from the dark abyss.

Large expanses of gloomy and cold mist, with the keel battleship as the source, continuously surged to the surrounding rough sea, like the breath of a gloomy bone dragon spraying poisonous smoke into the sea.

It moved towards the center of the battlefield with a dark shadow, and the sound of the spine-like sides of the keel warship parting the sea was also like the whimper of a giant beast before predation.

It swallows hope, it spits out despair.

The cannonball fired by Bu Laike rubbed against the bow bones of the keel warship, and blasted into the deck of the Naglfar like a monster of the deep sea.

A hole had been blasted through the rotting deck, but it failed to inflict further damage or halt its progress on the surface.

Surrounded by the vrykul dragon-headed boats constantly rushing out of the mist, the keel warship is like a beast king commanding a herd of predators.

Carrying the majesty of death is full.

This also quickly dimmed the hope in Reid's eyes.

It's over.

There is no hope.

The chief of the Black Tooth Grinning Clan turned his head and glanced at the deck in front of him.

The second wave of half-titan undead pirates' attack has just begun, and more than half of the orc warriors under his command have been damaged.

No matter how brave the orcs are, they can't stop those three-meter-tall, horned helmet-wearing, half-titan undead with brute force and madness. They charge up the deck in groups, rampaging like mammoths.

Like an unparalleled sharp knife, it easily cut the battle line of the black-toothed orcs. Amid the frantic war cries of the Vrykul Undead, orcs were knocked down and slashed everywhere.

The place where the eye can see is full of blood and flesh, smeared all over the deck. Before the scary looking Naglfar is even close to the fight, the orcs of the Black Tooth Grinning Clan are already dead.

despair!

At this moment in the hell of war, Red Blackhand, who thought he was never cowardly orthodox orc, truly realized what despair is.

"puff"

A young orc warrior swung a flaming sword, trying to slay the vrykul undead in front of him, but was smashed by the latter with a warhammer, like trampling an ant to death.

With just a swing of the hammer, the orc warrior flew off the deck like a sack of flour, and slammed into the chief's eyes twisted while vomiting blood.

He lost his life before he hit the ground.

That blood-stained face happened to meet Reid's eyes, and in the eyes that had lost the luster of life, there seemed to be unwillingness and burning anger remaining.

"what!"

The bloodshot eyes of Red, who was stimulated by this scene, jumped violently when he picked up the saber.

Holding the weapon tightly with both hands in the air, with the power of a headshot, under the restraint of two orcs, he chopped off half of the head of the raging half-titan undead in front of him.

The bastard's body turned into mist and collapsed, and as soon as Reid landed, another half-titan took the opportunity to rush up, and hit Reid with his huge body without using a weapon.

Knocking the Blackhand chief into the air, he rolled several times on the blood-stained deck before he could barely stand still.

Another two or three half-titans covered in misty seaweed sneered and approached Red who was alone. They recognized this powerful orc as the leader.

They're going to chop off this guy's head and bring it back to their own pillager captain!

"Rush over!"

At the moment Red gritted his teeth and got up, there was a shout from under the cabin, followed by the sound of the tomahawk flying, and the roaring tomahawk knocked the half titan back a few steps.

Red Blackhand, who was ready to fight to the death, froze for a moment.

Looking back, he saw his younger brother, Maim Blackhand, who was weak and still recovering from his injuries, also carrying two oddly shaped one-handed swords, rushing out of the cabin with the orc warriors who were guarding him.

"Mame! Go back!"

He yelled for Maim to go back to the cabin.

With his younger brother's current weak state, he might be easily killed by those half-titans with a single blow.

"You need help, big brother."

Meme didn't back down. The young orc with burn marks on his face strode up to Red. He said to his big brother:

"You always try to protect me like this, but don't forget, I am also the son of Black Hand, and I will not abandon my clan to live on. If our clan is doomed today

I will fight with you to the end! "

Maim's voice was not concealed. This smart orc obviously saw the depressed and desperate atmosphere of the orc warriors on the deck, so he came to give his big brother a boost.

His shouts spread across the decks, mortifying some of the orcs who retreated in fear of the vrykul necromant's tyrannical battle cries.

They are a group of destroyers who have long lost the glory of the orcs, but as violent warriors who drank the blood of demons, it is absolutely unforgivable to flee in such a death battle.

"Okay! Then fight to the end!"

Red glanced at the half-titan undead rushing over in the mist around him, he stretched out his hand, and patted his younger brother's shoulder. The next moment, he held up the burning saber in his hand.

With all his strength, he held his saber and charged at the half-titan undead jumping onto the deck.

He yelled:

"Soldiers of the Blacktooth Grinning Clan! This will be our last battle! I, Red Blackhand, the eldest son of the Blackhand Great Chief! The heir of the orthodox tribe!

Also your chief!

Here today, fight with you! Win or die! Lok'tar ogar! ! ! "

Such bloody howls and the charge of the first soldiers almost immediately plunged the irritable orc warriors into a state of bloody rage.

This group of reckless men in the true sense howled regardless, and prepared to charge with the chief.

But right now.

"Mate!"

Boo Laike's voice sounded from the poop.

Reid, who was about to charge with his knife, looked back and saw Bu Laike, covered in debris and smoke, walking out of the shadows while the ship was swaying, holding the legendary black warblade.

He disappeared in place with a shadow step, and when he reappeared, the legendary warblade Sanksu in his hand swung it with a master-level Kul Tiras military sword technique, and slashed violently across a wide range of his body.

Relying on the extraordinary demon-breaking attribute of the legendary war blade, cutting those misty undead is as easy and simple as cutting butter.

Seeing Bu Laike launch an assault, Garona and the orcs of the Raiding Clan also rushed from all directions, followed behind Bu Laike, and began to clear the half-titan undead on the deck at an extremely fast speed.

On the poop behind him, the orc warlock Diga Xieyan held the Skull of Gul'dan that Laike gave him, and summoned a huge amount of fel magic power from it, and the whole person seemed to be demonized for a moment.

The scorching fire of fel energy wrapped around his body, and then activated the enhanced version of the demonic ritual, infused with almost endless fel energy, summoning more than a dozen strong and winged fear demons.

Forcibly order them to fly to the rear of the battleship, and use the demon's brute force as a "booster".

In the roar of the demons, they waved their wings and pushed the poop and hull of the battleship, causing it to rush forward amid violent turbulence.

Bu Laike chopped down two Mist Necrons with his legendary sword, and shouted loudly:

"I'm going to clear the deck! You guys! Feed the sails immediately! Prepare to break out!"

"?"

After receiving this order, Reid was stunned. He looked around the battlefield and found that the ship on his side had been surrounded by dragon-headed boats of half-titan pirates, surrounded by the fog of hell.

The sea surface is undulating again, breaking out of the encirclement in such a situation that it is impossible to break through?

Did the human being have too much pressure and let his brain break down?

"boom"

Just as Reid was surprised, a loud noise sounded from the sea of ​​mist behind him.

The orc chief looked back and saw two meteorites wrapped in liquid green energy being summoned and falling from the sky above the deck of the keel battleship that was heading towards them.

Amidst the angry roar of the half-titan undead warrior, a big high-level demon with a figure of more than six meters and wrapped in dark green thick flames stood up from the hole made by the shells on the deck with a roar. .

This guy has humanoid limbs, dark red skin, wearing simple fel magic armor, his lower body is like a short battle skirt, and his legs have recurved hooves that are very similar to demons.

There is also a red snake-like tail.

The hands have been alienated into the shape of devil's claws, and the eyes are burning with terrifying fire of fel energy, like two green lamps standing on each other.

It is furious.

The moment he was reversely summoned to the Naglfar, he used fel magic to pull down two balls of hellfire from the sky, and when he stood up, he flicked his fingers to send out a rain of violent shadow arrows.

It was an eredar demon.

The high-level combat power in the Burning Legion, judging from this exaggerated performance and strength, is obviously still a high-level demon.

It may even be a low-level demon lord.

"Humble traitor! How dare you summon me!"

The moment it appeared, amidst the roaring sound, it unhesitatingly swayed its tyrannical power in the material world.

That wave of shadow arrow rain hit the keel battleship full of death breath, annihilating seven or eight half-titan undead spirits who couldn't dodge on the spot, and burning evil energy entangled the deck of the keel battleship.

In just a few seconds, a sea of ​​fel energy like a magma pool was created.

During the flying of the fel energy, three or four small portals were condensed, and a steady stream of fel energy imps and demon hounds rushed out of them, howling and destroying everywhere.

And the two balls of liquid hellfire pulled by it from the sky to the sea surface, once they hit down, relying on the impact and destructive power of the hellfire, it is enough to cause more serious damage to the hull of the Nagfar in a short time.

"Whizzing"

Amidst the piercing sound of cutting, the gloomy soul-inducing man Hablon swung the soul-destroying scythe in his hand, and slashed towards the sky. Two purple-red light blades flew out, staggeringly cutting the liquid hellfire that fell from the top of his head into four.

And the predators on the ghost battleship were facing the pirate swords, covered in cold wind, roaring without fear, and rushed towards the ignorant demons who dared to destroy their beloved battleships.

"Hahaha! Stupid Sarah Zane!"

Seeing his "old master", the high-level eredar demon Sharazane, the moment he appeared in the material world, he was besieged by a legend with the power of death and a group of semi-titan undead who would never die.

Hiding in the gloomy mist of the Nagfar, the disgraced demon imp Daglop who directly caused all this suddenly elongated his voice and shouted proudly:

"I'm not afraid of you anymore! Ignorant idiot! I now have the protection of Queen Hela, bathed in supreme glory! You idiot who broke the contract! Don't even think about going anywhere!

Azeroth, the abyss of Hell, is your final destination of death!

Hahaha!

Daglop the Most Evil! Evil me! Finally revenge! Ha ha ha ha! "

(end of this chapter)