Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1087 183. Strong Wind! Follow my orders!

Bo Laike is experimenting with his new magic.

He has also been studying from the Enlightener's mark for a long time. Although he still hasn't mastered the obscure and complicated finger of death, he has already understood the principle of the other magic of the polluter.

For example, the "Grip of Legion" in front of him is one of Archimonde's most proud shadow magics. It is a super group attack magic that combines control, killing and curse.

Its spellcasting effect is also very handsome.

The three shadow walls of flames lingering on the ground move back and forth under the command of the pirates. As long as they are swept by the flames, they will be forced to stay in place and accept the burning of the shadow flames.

Because of Laike's void energy and his gauntlet's anima effects, this Grasp of the Legion is still a "Void-enhanced version".

The wind element and air element swept by the flames not only have to bear the shadow burn, but also bear the mental impact and body corruption of the void. But if the effect of Archimonde's proud magic is just like this, then it would be a bit too small to underestimate the polluter's spellcasting attainments.

Grip of the Legion and other magics of Archimonde have "follow-up moves".

The core of the polluter's spell-casting system is a strange strengthening spell called "soul charge". Every soul killed by it will give the polluter a huge boost in short-term spellcasting ability according to its power attribute.

The most powerful part of this system is that as long as Archimonde keeps casting spells, killing enemies, and harvesting souls, the polluter can be regarded as an unstoppable "magic perpetual motion machine".

Nothing can stop the Polluter's carnage until the last soul is harvested.

But now, this mature and deadly spellcasting system has been figured out by the smelly pirates.

He just needs a little more time to comprehend and practice the "soul charging" magic, so that he can imitate the polluter's spellcasting system and become the "monkey version" or "youth version of the polluter".

This will also be a re-upgrade of the stinky pirate's own warlock magic system. Once he completes this enhancement, his spell-casting ability and magic destructive power will reach new heights.

Considering Braike's status as "Hand of the Void", although his extreme destructive power when operating this spellcasting system is not as devastating as Archimonde's, his corrosive and spiritual pollution The ability is definitely higher.

To sum up, this bright world is in trouble.

There is a stinky pirate living happily here, the world of Azeroth is really too difficult.

"Woohoo, fallen souls are always within reach."

Bu Laike stood on the gorgeous platform of the wind elementals. He maintained his cool spell-casting movements, making the blue-purple Legion's Grip continue to burn, and no wind elemental could rush out of this burning area.

Yes, they do fly.

But there are more vicious and deadly Salamaini sisters watching in the sky.

After devouring Cho'gall's delicious anima, the lethality of the pair of swords has been honed and improved, and they are now eager to compete for "who is the master's favorite sword girl".

The wind elements that dare to take off will be instantly pierced by black and white swords, and their elemental souls will also be captured by Laike, and crushed on the spot to strengthen the lethality of the continuously burning flames.

"I think he can sweep this place alone."

The little panda Lili, who was leaning on a monk's stick, stared dumbfounded at Bu Laike fighting against the wind elemental army alone and gaining the upper hand. This scene brought a terrible psychological impact to the young little panda.

Always fearless, she shivered and hid behind Uncle Chen. She poked her head out to look at the burning temple and the burned wind elements. She whispered:

"This pirate is so scary. Compared with him, these wind elementals are like righteous fighters defending their homeland. Gaboa, who always wants to make us mummies, is a saint compared to him."

"Of course he is terrifying, he is the evil legend of the endless sea."

Old Chen didn't care about the exaggerated battle scene in front of him.

The furry face under the legendary monk's hat is full of peace. He possesses power but neither pursues it nor fears it. This is the "state of mind" that Pandaren monks emphasize.

The landslide was in front of him without changing his face.

Old Chen patted his niece on the head and said to her:

"He is your best teaching material! The meaning of his existence is to remind you not to be like him. But there is no need to reject his kindness, just like the principles you learned in Wuchen Temple.

The boundaries between black and white are not so obvious. They blend with each other to form this complex world. We must draw the strength of both sides from the blend of black and white. "

Lili nodded half understanding.

She looked to the side, and the old dwarf Brian Bronzebeard ignored the battle in front of him.

He is lying on the side of the pillar of this wind element platform, his eyes are shining, and he is holding the archaeologist's rubbing paper and rubbing the mysterious wind element symbol on it.

Worthy of being a professional!

This society is racing against time to obtain the historical story of the wind element.

On the higher platform, Little Xingxing and Sienni failed to persuade the storm dragon Alterus, and now they have entered the second stage of "physical persuasion".

The scene was intense.

Cianne used the body of a dragon to fight the storm dragon, while the injured little star used dragon language magic to prevent Alterus from changing the air flow to strengthen himself, and cheered Cianne by the way.

Without the enhancement of air current power, the storm dragon is obviously at a disadvantage in hand-to-hand combat.

But that's not to blame for its weakness.

It can only be said that Sienigosa is too strong.

In the previous battle of Qiraji, this blue dragon girl was a powerful existence that single-handedly wiped out a team of Anubisath obsidian dog head titans.

In terms of melee combat, apart from General Sapphiron, among the current Blue Dragons, it is estimated that no one is her opponent.

Moreover, this peculiar blue dragon girl has mastered the wild tactics of throwing magic and close combat, and is used to bloodshed and pain. From the scars on her body, it can be seen that she doesn't actually regard the blue dragon's elegance as her own. thing.

She prefers to fight violently like a black dragon.

This kind of fighting posture that is extremely inconsistent with the style of the blue dragon is likely to be related to the experience of Sienigosa being stolen from the dragon's nest by the evil black dragon when she was a young dragon, and she was a "experiment" for a period of time.

To use Bu Laike's words to evaluate Sienni's fighting posture, it is the "mad dog style" combat method.

But this is not a bad thing, it just matches the little star of the weak chicken.

"Hey, are you done?"

After burning all the wind elementals on the platform, Bu Laike stood among the scorched elemental wreckage and yelled to the Fang Ping platform. He levitated his magic eyeballs up, and prepared to use the dead light to help.

The magic bestowed by this heart is good for everything, it is quick to use, and has great destructive power. It is especially good at clearing the line of troops, but its biggest problem is that it has a huge load on the eyeball when it is released.

Every time Bu Laike's magic eyeball shoots out the ray of death light, it will become very hot, and it needs to cool down before using it again.

Of course, he can also release the eye ribs with his own eyes.

But pirates are not willing to risk becoming blind to use it, although Azeroth's famous "Blind Mutual Aid Society" Illidari would certainly welcome Bu Laike to join.

Just when the pirate's eyeballs hovered above the platform, Sianni, who was seeing the huge and handsome storm dragon turned into a dead dog and was roaring furiously, smashed her head violently on the pillar with her armed dragon claws.

It smashed the pillars of the platform in two or three hits, and also broke several dragon teeth of the storm dragon.

"Aw!"

Si'anni roared furiously, and the storm dragons around the shaking platform who came to rescue the leader did not dare to approach, while Little Xingxing raised her broken wings and roared decently.

It's like serving as a backdrop for the victor, but there's a lot of glee in her rant.

He also threatened the surrounding storm dragons in dragon language, saying that if they did not follow her, they would ask their guards to crush the defeated Altarus to death on the spot.

Little Xingxing understood the truth of this wave of tricks.

This also made the pirate feel relieved. He retracted his eyes and looked at another Fang Ping platform deep in the clouds. He could see a thunderstorm shining faintly, and a large area of ​​wind elements was heading there to support him.

It should be that Gaboya is about to defeat the prime minister of the wind element stationed on the other side.

"Stay here and don't move!"

The pirate turned his head and said to the crowd behind him:

"Especially when the seal of the sky wall is broken for a while, don't make extra moves to attract attention, just be a spectator for the rest of the time.

I'm going outside. "

"???"

Old Chen looked at Bu Laike in surprise, and he asked:

"Where are you going? This is the territory of the elements. The material world will not extend here. Once you get lost here, no one can find you back."

"Let me tell the truth."

The pirate shrugged and said casually:

"Although the Wind Rider and I haven't met, there is already a little conflict between us. If it finds out that I'm here, then you will die today.

I have to hide until it breaks the seal.

This is for your own good.

As for getting lost, I think instead of worrying about this, you should worry about whether I will die from drinking too much. I come to the Sky Wall and go home.

I know how to walk with my eyes closed. "

After speaking, the pirate walked to the edge of the cloud platform, opened his arms and glanced down, then jumped up and fell into the thick clouds like suicide.

The blue bat wings opened after a few seconds, and the pirates flew towards the deepest platform of the Whirling Cloud Peak with them.

In the moonlit place, his figure disappeared into the moonlight like "melting", and now even Lao Chen couldn't catch the pirate's breath.

This also gave the legendary monk a more intuitive understanding of Bu Laike's concealment ability.

He made up his mind.

If it is possible to be hostile to Bu Laike in the future, you must not choose a battlefield where the moon shines in the dark. Fighting pirates in that environment is simply courting death.

Ten minutes later, the cursed pirate king Gaboa rushed to the last platform where the sky altar was located with a group of powerful thugs cheering.

They are ready to deal with the high-ranking wind lords stationed here,

But after struggling through the elemental defense line that was full of stars falling from the sky, only the remains of the wind lord remained in sight.

The armor of the wind lord with an anthropomorphic body still shone with thunder and entangled the breeze, but its terrifying body had dissipated.

On top of that broken body sat the stinky pirate Bu Laike.

The latter was smoking a pipe with his legs crossed, the black owl helmet was at hand, and on the elemental body under the buttocks was the wolf's edge battle spear shining with thunder.

After seeing Gaboa and his party appear, Bo Laike spread his arms in a gesture of welcome. In his clasped left hand, there is also a ball of lavender anima that only he can see.

"I think if I take the initiative, the resentment in your heart will dissipate when you pay the reward. Considering that it is still a bit difficult for you third-rate pirates to challenge this 'Caliph of the Breeze', so I helped a little bit.

You shouldn't scold me for stealing your opponent, right? "

Bu Laike asked cheerfully.

Gaboya's troll had a huge smile on his face.

He didn't answer, but gave the pirate a thumbs up, thinking that it was great to have this crazy and smelly pirate here. He rubbed his hands and took off the crown of the stormcaller on his head, and approached the sky altar.

The old troll is about to break the seal on the sky wall.

The stinky pirate stood up and stretched, then took a few steps back and disappeared into the moonlight.

"crash"

The moment the evil crown in Gaboa's hand approached the sky altar forged by the storm, gloomy lightning swayed high above the palace above the clouds.

The core power belonging to the wind rider was forcibly taken away by the ancient gods, and it poured continuously from the crown of the storm caller into the sky altar.

While the seal was still in effect, Al'Akir, the wind rider in the wall of the sky, was successfully awakened at the edge of the material world, and he felt the vibration of the no longer stable elemental territory seal.

The Stormcaller's Crown, the Sky Altar, and the Wind Rider formed a strange connection, like a wedge driven hard into an invisible elemental seal.

The more violent thunder and wind rolled, announcing that a king was about to return to this world.

They are roaring!

The winds of the whole world respond to the majesty of the monarch at this moment.

They became wild and unrestrained, they swept across Mount Hyjal, swept across the city of Lordaeron, cracked the barrier of Quel'Thalas, and set off blizzards in the snow-capped mountains of Dun Morogh.

The ruthless thunderstorm then fell, destroying the spire of the newly built Stormwind Cathedral and leaving an ugly scar on the Black Dragon Throne on Blackstone Mountain, reflecting Nefarian's astonished face.

The endless sea reflected the earth-shattering sky. Under the deep water of Vashj'ir, the tide hunter Neptulon, who was still purifying the abyss trident, suddenly looked up.

That blurred face was full of indifference and disgust.

After it, the second elemental monarch is about to break out, but why Al'Akir?

Why is it!

It's much better to replace it with a stone mother

Uh, but thinking about it the other way around, it is a lucky thing that it was Al'Akir who broke the seal instead of Ragnaros.

"I summon you! The great wind rider, the great heart of the sky!"

In the lingering light of thunder and lightning, the old troll Gaboa pulled out the overly gorgeous troll sailor knife from his waist, and he shouted to the increasingly gray light at the end of the sky like crazy:

"With my humble dedication, the Sky Wall will return to the world today, to show your strength, let me share your majesty!"

"boom"

Gaboa's sailor knife slashed hard, hitting the crown of the stormcaller.

The evil thing whose power was drawn was no longer as strong as it used to be. As the blade was cut down, the beautiful crown shattered.

The Blast Essence imprisoned within roared into the sky, and Al'Akir regained the power it had taken away, and the return of this power hit the already overwhelmed seal.

There was a light click, drowned in the sound of the surging thunderstorm.

The entire sky illuminated by the storm and thunder cracked like shattered glass, and surrounded by the storm in the next moment, formed a huge and incomparable figure.

The moment it swung the elemental holy blade in its hand, the whole world roared and surrendered.

Ah, prisoner of countless hours, after long and tedious confinement, Rider of the Wind, returns.

The wind!

Follow my orders!

(end of this chapter)