Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1273 23. Congratulations to everyone who passed the weekly exam, but don't relax, start preparing for the monthly exam

"boom"

The throwing ax engraved with hunting runes was spinning and flying, but it lost its direction when it was about to hit the target. It was like hitting a ghost like a shadow. It passed through the changing shape in the air, and finally cut into the in a solid wall.

But the missed Rexxar did not hesitate. He pulled out Mo Kenaza's throwing spear behind his backhand, and threw it forward after taking a step forward. A life-threatening streamer bloomed in front of the Dread Demon King's eyes.

"crash"

In the sound of flapping wings, Varimathras turned into flying bats and dissipated, avoiding the second fatal blow.

"Not bad, orc."

The ghostly voice of the Dread Demon King sounded in the shadows behind Rexxar. The guy folded his wings and stared at Rexxar who drew his battle ax from the wall with a cold gaze.

He said:

"You really are a dangerous guy, I almost got hurt. You seem to be in a good mood, I can hear your heart singing, is it because you just found your long-lost brother?

That Beastmaster Magda who betrayed his people and joined us, and now chooses to betray the legion to serve you, does that bastard make you happy because of his submission?

Shall I send his head back so you can have fun? "

"You can try."

Rexxar, who was wearing a cool black bat suit, moved his shoulders.

He looked around at the Mo Kenasa hunters who had broken through the demon defense line with the support of the swarm. Magda's performance was very impressive.

The Fel Beastmaster, who has returned to Rexxar, uses his power bestowed by demons to slaughter demons. He is like the most powerful slaughter warrior under the new chieftain of Mo Kenasa. No demon can stop his violent attack cut.

"Are you going to stay here?"

Rexxar whispered:

"If you continue to fight, I won't be able to hold back. If you accidentally kill you, it will be difficult for Bu Laike to explain."

"Tch, it seems that what you learned in Azeroth is not only hunting skills, but also your ability to speak big."

Varimathras sneered a few times.

The fearful demon king swept around the scene of overwhelming defeat. The fortress was stationed by elite demons with strong combat power. Even if the command of the defense line was extremely chaotic due to its temporary mobilization, it was unreasonable to be harassed by a group of orcs like this.

The main reason for the demons' lack of fighting spirit should be that they sensed the weakness of Aggona, the king of the abyss as the commander.

After Varimathras sold the dumb Lord of the Pit to Boo Laike, the countdown to his death was already on the cards, and now a perfect conspiracy of internal and external collusion was finally coming to an end.

This made Varimathras somewhat upset.

When he promised Braike to cooperate with him to kill Aggonar before, the Dreadlord wanted to dig holes for both sides at the same time. He also hoped that Aggonar would be stronger, and killing or wounding Braike would make that guy restrain his arrogance. a little.

After all, Aggona is also a powerful demon lord, and it has the possibility of winning.

But now that Bo Laike didn't show up, the king of the abyss was about to be killed by a group of demon hunters under the condition of being suppressed and weakened.

This is really disappointing.

Sure enough, Emperor Denathrius did not favor the stinky pirates from Azeroth casually. This guy does have the capital of arrogance.

Not bad for Varimathras, though.

While the loss of Gorgrond's great situation will make it lose face in the Burning Legion and possibly be punished by the Trickster, this defeat will only intensify Dellano's war, like adding fuel to the fire Let the Legion put more power here, and create more death.

Its real master, Denathius the Great, will definitely reward it generously for this!

Hehe, it's really cool to be a double agent.

The sense of accomplishment is simply overwhelming.

"Treasure your life, Rexxar Rema."

Varimathras retreated arrogantly into the shadows gathered behind him in a gesture of complete defeat, and cut Rexxar's throat maliciously, saying:

"Don't forget to thank Bo Laike Shaw for his 'ende', you are alive today because of him, please continue to serve him, and continue to serve our cause.

Hehe, now that you have participated in this great plan, you can be regarded as one of your own. "

"what!"

While the Dread Demon King left with his loyal servants, on the fel energy platform at the highest point of the Demon Fortress, the King of the Abyss, Aggona, also swallowed his last painful breath.

Its unwilling wailing spread across the entire battlefield under the cold gaze of death, panicking the demons who were still fighting in the fortress, and instantly losing the motivation to fight for those demons who were still trying to support in the outer demon pit.

They start fighting on their own.

Some people with good brains have already started to "reverse charge" and escape.

As for the commanders, they began to retreat to the Twisting Nether under the orders of Varimathras.

Of course, it will only take away the demons who obey him, and those loyal servants of the abyss lords will stay here and dedicate themselves to the glory of the legion.

Anyway, the demon hunters would never dislike the local demons, they only hoped that there would be as many demon commanders as possible.

"How did you let it go?"

When Rexxar returned to the position empty-handed, he was resting on the corpse of a hacked doom guard, and the beast king Magda, who was bandaging his broken arm by the way, raised his head, his young face corrupted by fel energy revealed Sarcastically laughing.

He said to Rexxar provocatively:

"The warrior hunter who is well-known in Azeroth, can't even kill a dreadlord? We have an incompetent leader like you, and Mo Kenasa's decline is hopeless."

"Maybe it's because I'm so tired."

Rexxar shrugged, a helpless smile appeared under the wolf helmet, and he said:

"After all, I just had a fight with Dellano's best hunter, and that bastard tried his best to kill me. It was also very difficult for me to defeat him, and I wasted too much power, which led to this failure. hunting."

"Just pretend!"

Magda snorted unhappily and said:

"It's easy for you to suppress me. You didn't even use your animal power, and you didn't use it when you hunted down the dreadlord just now."

The evil beast king looked around, lowered his voice and said:

"You let it escape on purpose. Is this also your plan? Just like we do traditional hunting, first release a meat bait to attract prey that is more worth hunting?"

"You think too much."

Rexxar shook his head and said seriously:

"It's just a miss, don't think about it for no reason.

You should pay more attention to you. When the druids of Azeroth come to Gorgrond, I will ask them to help you wash away the evil energy in your body.

It's not a good thing, it will corrupt you. "

"Do not!"

Magda shook his head. He glanced at the demon corpses lying all around him, and put his ferocious magic steel battle helmet on his head, revealing only a pair of burning eyes.

He said in a low voice:

"I want to keep this filthy curse power, and I want the pain it brings me when it corrodes my body to remind me of the price of doing wrong things.

I also need this power, only in this way can I better help you control your herd.

I will learn from your mighty blind friends. "

Magda pointed to the top of her head and said:

"If they can turn the power of the demons into their own, so can I. Don't talk about it again, chieftain, it's time for you to take your people to celebrate your victory.

Those clansmen who have been infused with demons will be led by me. If they can't resist the temptation in their hearts and want to rebel again, I will help you out.

You don't need blood on your hands.

You just need to fulfill your oath and duty and rise up with Mo Kenasa, that is something only you can do. "

"Ok."

Rexxar nodded, he said to Magda:

"But before celebrating the victory, there is one more thing to do. Come with me, and I will take you to meet someone. Keep your temper in check and don't provoke him.

this point is very important. "

——

On the other side, on the hillside outside the demon fortress, Bu Laike looked at the rapidly chaotic demon tide around him with some disinterest.

Agonar died, the demons lost their target, and they began to fight on their own.

There are also a lot fewer bastards actively attacking the demon dispersing magic circle, which reduces the pressure on the apprentices of the warlock school. They no longer have to desperately drive the enchantment to resist the demon. Some bold guys even formed a small team to go Spy on the retreating demons, and search for some rare "breeds" among them.

Rare and potential demons are very important combat resources for warlocks.

Especially for warlocks who want to walk the branch profession of "devil tyrant", which commands the army of demons to fight, it is their basic skill to focus on cultivating their own powerful demons.

And compared to relying on soul stone summoning in the laboratory to "grab a prize", it is obviously more cost-effective to choose a good demon to make a contract with such a vast tide of demons in front of you.

And the school of Nazaras warlocks has such a tradition!

Their principals and mentors contracted very elite demons, which caused the apprentices they taught to be very eager for excellent demon servants.

Of course this is also very dangerous.

The demons were retreating, not routing.

They still maintain their basic military momentum and retreat towards the fel energy portal that has been opened. The warlocks can only search on the edge of the flanks, and they can't be too far away from the dispelling ceremony.

If it is too blatant to attract the attention of the demon commander, it only takes a few demon guards to encircle and charge, and it is enough to take the lives of these weak apprentices.

But it's still the same sentence, in the profession of warlock, seeking wealth and wealth is a must.

"The apprentices performed well this time. Although there was a little panic and timidity in the process, the result was very good, better than I imagined."

On the hillside where the dispersal ceremony was held, Bu Laike was smoking a pipe, and said in a drawn-out voice to the trio of warlocks who came back from the demon fortress:

"I originally estimated that such a big operation would at least injure a few and kill a few, but it turns out that you taught them well.

Except for a few bastards who sucked too much evil energy and became mentally confused, the others were just exhausted for a long time after being repeatedly drained of their magic power.

Yes, the quality of teaching this week was very good, and I should probably give you some rewards. "

"See what you say, Captain, and you're treating us like strangers."

Xieyan bowed obsequiously and said:

"We are also tutors now. We should teach students with our heart, and we must not embarrass you."

"Yeah yeah."

Zarak also spoke beside him and said:

"Getting your recognition and appreciation proves that our work is meaningful, and this is the best reward we can get."

"We will teach them more carefully, and your request will definitely be met, captain."

Kanrethad also said with a righteous face:

"You won't be disappointed the next time you see them."

"Yo, did you change your temper today?"

Bu Laike said in a surprised tone:

"You don't want rewards anymore? It seems that you have made a lot of money from Agona, and even the greed in your heart has been temporarily satisfied, but think about it, a demon and a demigod are all treasures.

It's an excellent treasure if you just take some back and go back to the alchemist to make it, but you can't just take your own. "

The pirate held out his hand and said:

"What about my share?"

"It's all ready for you, Captain."

Xieyan smiled and put a warlock's bag specially made of evilweave cloth in Laike's hand, and he said:

"Agona's left eyeball, the heart of the King of the Abyss, and its spinal fluid, all of which we peeled from it with our own hands. They are very fresh and hot."

"That's right."

Bu Laike laughed, his face was full of satisfaction and appreciation.

He summoned his angry guards and imps, and casually took out the heart of the abyss lord and the steaming spinal fluid that were still stained with devil blood from his luggage and threw them at them.

Crazy Clin Fran was rewarded, wishing he could kneel down to his evil and generous master on the spot.

As long as it eats and digests this heart, it may soon be able to advance to the final form of the demon guard, becoming a powerful and violent fel lord.

And the little ghost Daglop is even more exaggerated, it is shameless, it jumps around when it gets good things, and uses all kinds of rainbow farts of demons to flatter its master in different ways.

"This is not for free."

Bu Laike waved his hands and said to his two demons:

"Go back to Hellfire Peninsula and do good work, and find a way to sneak into Hellfire Citadel. I will go back there soon, and I will need you at that time."

"Don't worry, master, I will kill all enemies for you!"

Clinfran clumsily expressed his loyalty, and returned to the portal with the thankful kid.

"You can take the apprentices back."

Bu Laike turned back and exhaled the smoke ring, glanced at the exhausted and paralyzed apprentices around him, and said to the warlock trio:

"Go back and let them have a good rest, and then seize the time to continue teaching them. When the monthly exam comes, you will have to give Dellano again.

I have already thought about the topic of the monthly exam, um, it will definitely be more exciting than this time, and it will be able to test the minds of the apprentices and their learning achievements. "

The smelly pirate snorted and said to the three guys in front of him:

"Actual combat is the most test of teaching quality. If they are unfortunately wiped out at that time, it will be because you have not taught well! You must think about their lives and your lives, and you cannot relax the learning process.

The worst possible outcome for apprentices who fail their exams is a change of body, or a taste of what it's like to be in a spirit body.

But the punishment for your teaching failure is not so simple.

Do you know what I mean? "

Of course the warlock trio got it.

This made them shudder, and one by one began to express their determination again.

But Laike was impatient to listen to the flattery of these three guys, he waved his hand and told them to take the people back quickly, don't waste time here.

He is still busy.

After driving away the trio, Bu Laike sauntered down the hillside and piled up all kinds of rubbish he picked up, and put the statue of Old Garni on it.

After several times of chanting, the familiar smoke expanded and enveloped him again.

"Yo, isn't this the great Lord Bou Laike? This is in trouble, and finally remembering the old friend who was down and out?"

Old Garney's very unscrupulous voice came from it.

The smelly pirate pouted and said:

"I've been thinking about you, bastard, don't say such uncomfortable sarcastic remarks, come here, do me a favor and send me some letters."

"To whom?"

Old Garney asked a question, and Bo Laike snapped his fingers and said:

"Who else can it be? Of course it is our beloved Lord Velen. I dare not meet my outstanding colleagues unless I do something in this world.

Now, after barely proving myself, I can finally meet him with confidence.

But what do you mean by this dress?

Is this going to be a non-mainstream debut? "

(end of this chapter)