Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1322 72. The demon driving the stupid biped robot is coming!

The death knights, the vanguard of the ground war in Shadowmoon Valley, had just broken into the valley near where Gul'dan's Hand was located, and the battle situation was reversed in an instant.

To sum it up, with a bang, the Legion Demon makes his debut!

This time they did not choose the magic portal tactics they are best at, but moved the black technology of the legion to the table, and the High Lord Ravencrest, who led the death knights to charge, raised his head in the howling wind of fel energy.

The four legion warships that I saw were entering the material world bit by bit from the "cracked" sky.

Each of them is ten kilometers long, and the hull completely forged from magic steel presents a strangely elongated trapezoidal shape. From below, it can be clearly seen that the propellers of this behemoth look like a burning dark green sun.

A total of twelve green suns are shining brightly in the sky, as if announcing that the prey has caught the net in this way, and the hunter is on the scene!

"Damn it, I knew it."

The great lord shook his head, and pushed his black helmet behind him. There was not much complicated expression on his indifferent face, as if he was not the one who stepped into the trap.

The Crow Knights behind him also quickly calmed down after a short shock, and each went about their business step by step.

Legion ships are cool and cool, and their raid appearances are cool and intimidating, but so what?

They had seen a scene that was a hundred times more desperate than the one in front of them ten thousand years ago.

When the Burning Legion attacked Black Rook Castle ten thousand years ago, the landing ship transporting elite demons was destroyed by the moon guards under his command!

Compared with the big scene of the battle of the ancients in the memory of the great lord, there are only four demon spaceships.

Trivial.

"Continue to charge!"

The great lord rode on his heroic hippogryph, skimmed the ground from a low altitude, and shouted to the death knights below:

"Let the cannon fodder troops fill in! Take the Hand of Gul'dan as quickly as possible! If they are frightened, they will be executed on the spot! Sa Rhine prepares for a large-scale death aura transformation!

Before the demons land on the ground, I want to see my legion! "

And so, without wasting even a minute, the death knights began to press on.

They are warriors who have returned from the dead to fight an eternal war against an eternal enemy like the devil. They may have been born surrounded by demons, but so what?

They've already died once, and there's nothing in this world they should fear.

However, after all, there is only one death knight, and not all troops have seen the real big scene like them, so they are safe in danger.

In fact, the moment the demon's four huge warships appeared, the originally smooth progress of the war was completely disrupted.

The centaur, who were fighting high, stopped in fear, and the more stupid wild boars also ran away in fright.

The orc's Kor'kron guards can barely maintain, but the black technology displayed by the demons and the legion warships suspended like a mountain above their heads still make the orc warriors fear.

Even the Quel'dorei spellcasters, commanded by Kael'thas himself, stared at the sky dumbfounded.

As a magical civilization, they have never had a precise concept of the power of the Burning Legion. After coming to Dellano and seeing the spaceship of the Draenei, they already thought it was cool and mysterious.

But now, the interstellar power brought out by the Legion made them feel chills in their hearts.

If it was a demon who used magic, they might not be afraid, but the thing in front of them obviously went beyond the scope of "magic", right?

"Ha ha ha ha"

Low-pitched laughter rang from the command room of the first demon warship that had completely entered the material world. An Eri was wearing a dark green demon chain armor and decorated with magic steel spikes piercing the skulls of several different races on his shoulders. Darhunter watched from the fel projection the panicked gestures of the ignorant mortals below.

Every time he sees the same fear and despair in a different world, it makes him feel extremely satisfied.

As a star stalker, nothing compares to the unholy joy of seeing his prey step into his trap, but soon enough, the fleet commander turned his attention away from the panicked mortal legions.

Its burning eyes saw the Exodar hovering above Shadowmoon Valley, and the naaru spaceship studded with gems, as if made of crystal, was its real target.

Today's big scene is all prepared for an "old friend".

"Immediately start preparing the portal to welcome the arrival of the fraudsters. In addition, prepare for the bombardment!"

The eredar demon hunter grimly raised his clawed hand and said to a group of eredar servants behind him:

"Say hello to our Prophets! They've been on the run for 25,000 years, and I've been dying to see their glass ship crumble.

It will definitely make a pleasant sound. "

"Obey, Lord Targath!"

The Eredars immediately executed the order, and the two main guns of the first demon warship to enter Dellano's world began to recharge, and the dazzling beam of evil energy completely covered the pale sun in the sky for a moment, making everyone's eyes blind Focus on that beam.

Bu Laike, who was standing on the observation deck of the Exodar, was almost directly facing the direction of the demon's main cannon above, but the stinky pirate showed no panic at all. It was just a small scene.

He glanced back at the prophet behind him.

Velen grasped the staff of the Redeemer tightly, leaned his weapon on the ground, and was preparing to release a large-scale defensive spell. The summoned holy light condensed into substance on his body, and the dancing golden light stream was dazzling. Bu Laike wanted to cover his eyes.

this prophet.

Do you want to fight the main gun salvo of the demon battleship with the magic of the holy light?

Tsk tsk, look at his methods, he is indeed the most powerful god of the Holy Light among the stars, and this kind of confidence alone is worth learning from Laike.

"Since you want to defend, why not play bigger?"

Laike took down his pipe, the main guns of the demon battleship behind him were already scorching hot, and the howling wind of fel energy blew the pirate's long golden hair flying around.

He looked at Velen and said:

"Can you use the Exodar as the center to create an area for the coalition forces to hide? According to the landing tactics of the demons, once all four ships come over, there will definitely be a wave of fel energy barrages to wash the ground.

Without protection, at least two-thirds of our painstakingly assembled army would be wiped out in a single encounter. "

"I need Naaru's support!"

Velen didn't say yes or no, but gave a straightforward answer.

It means that he can achieve the scene that Laike wants to see. He can protect an army under the bombardment of demons by himself. Is this the confidence of a top priest?

Love it. Love it.

"A'dal wants to forge the World Ring, and I don't want to stop it."

Bu Laike waved his hand, he said:

"I heard that in addition to the Atama crystal, the world of Argus also has an ancient artifact called the 'Crown of the Rulers', which is a racial artifact created by gathering the power of the world when the Eredar civilization was at its peak.

Not only can it strengthen the power of the caster, but it can also be used as a strategic weapon? But when the world of Argus fell, and the Crown of Regents shattered, you had the Prophet's Eye, right? "

"What are you talking about now?"

Velen was busy casting spells, and the demon's main cannon was about to fire.

Although he has a gentle temper, he really doesn't have time to chat with Braike. He was about to concentrate all his attention on supporting the barrier when he saw the pirate in front of him take something out of his arms and shake it up and down in his hands Britain.

Velen's eyes widened suddenly.

That angular purple crystal, isn't that

"The part of the ruler's crown that belongs to Archimonde, you call it the 'mark of enlightenment'!"

Bo Laike threw the purple crystal in his hand at Velen, and it immediately resonated strangely with a white gemstone jewelry on the prophet as it approached.

Two crystals of different shapes floated beside the prophet, one on the left and one on the right. They blended with Velen's own strong power of holy light, and in an instant, Velen's already exaggerated divine power doubled in an instant.

A few seconds later, with the blast of magic energy shot out by the roar of the two main cannons that seemed to tear apart the world, with the Exodar suspended in the low sky as the center, a super-giant holy light knot covering at least 3,000 yards The world was propped open by Velen with his own strength amidst the reverberation of the hymn.

There was a loud "boom".

The gathered evil energy collided with the blooming holy light, and the turbulent energy flow instantly tore apart the corrupted and unsightly land of Shadowmoon Valley.

Prince Kael'thas, who was protected by the Holy Light, and the two archmages of Dalaran looked around in astonishment. A terrifying rift was formed in an instant, and even shattered the surrounding rolling hills to let them sit. Turn into an "isolated island" beyond the evil energy.

"The draenei owe me another favor, that's great."

Bu Laike admired the masterpiece in front of him with satisfaction.

He seemed to have heard the angry roar of the demon commander, which made the pirate happy. He looked back at the prophet Velen who was standing in the light, as if cast by the holy light. He raised a finger and said:

"Remember to return the favor, Your Excellency the Prophet. Also, I wish you a happy day today."

He left behind an unknown blessing. Under Velen's gaze, Braike reached out and clasped the Luna battle helmet on his head. He moved his arms and summoned his cute sword girls to guard him, and then drew out his own Two useless pirate knives jumped to the ground in a leap of faith from the observation deck of the Exodar in a light run-up against the light of the fel energy rolling sky.

The wind is howling, the anxious war is roaring, and the whole world seems to lose its gentle disguise in an instant and become a raging shrew.

The Pirate loved the feeling, and it gave his troubled mind long-lasting satisfaction.

At a height of tens of meters from the ground, the falling Bu Laike could even clearly see that Kael'thas below was about to release a slow fall technique on him.

Tch, boring handsome elf.

I still need that cowardly thing?

"crash"

In a tangle of flame and shadow, a pair of huge wings belonging to the doomguard overlord spread behind Bo Laike.

The gust of wind brought by the first flapping of the wings hit the ground, but the pirate did not choose to fall slowly, but just like Illidan's cool appearance, folded the wings and hit the ground for a moment, and then spread the wings again.

In the shadow of the demon's wings that had finally sprouted, the pirate stretched his neck and stood up.

It is touching and nostalgic to have the ability to fly again, but the color of the wings is jet black, not his favorite blue, which is somewhat disappointing.

But it's this time now, so I won't complain about this shortcoming.

"wow"

The light wind appeared next to Bu Laike, who appeared domineeringly. After the dance of the wind stripped off the breath, wearing the armor of the Kul Tiras fleet commander, the stupid Fenner who hadn't seen for a long time appeared on the back carrying the Ashbringer.

The red crystal inlaid on her shoulders had already activated its power, and the moment she appeared, the almost collapsed morale of the people around her was refilled again.

"Why are you calling me now? I've polished my weapon three times, and I'm getting impatient!"

The idiot Fenner complained to her stinky brother very upset, she looked at the battlefield in front of her again, and was immediately attracted by the demon battleship and the demons rushing out from the Karabor Temple in the distance.

As a standard brave warrior, Fenna suddenly became full of fighting spirit.

"boom"

She threw the things in her arms at the feet of the stinky brother, and pulled out the shining Ashbringer with her backhand, asking:

"Tell me, where am I going? How much do I want to kill?"

"Go to the orc."

Bu Laike patted the shoulder of the stupid sister and said:

"Use your angry heart to boost their morale, lead them into Gul'dan's hand, and help them complete the unblocking of elements, oh yes, this thing is for you."

The pirate took out a "tuning fork sword" that was very similar to the elemental holy blade held by the lamp god from the luggage, stuffed it into Fina's hand, and said:

"This is your reward for this trip. You will become the first warrior in Azeroth to possess the Holy Elemental Blade. This is your birthday present."

"Wow, you remember my birthday is coming up? I'm so touched."

Fenner laughed, took the strangely shaped weapon and carried it behind her back, without saying anything, turned her head and nodded to Kael'thas, and rushed towards the orcs in a heroic leap.

And the pirate raised his foot and kicked the lock of the box under his feet. The so-called triple mystical lock, which was impossible to open without a key, shattered.

The moment the box was opened, the dark heart of Y'Shaarj hidden inside began to beat.

"Hey, get up and go to work."

The pirate called out.

Colorful smoke burst out from his body, and His Majesty Xalatath, the ancient venerable who was in a bad mood, skillfully placed the beating heart of darkness in his body shaped by the smoke.

She didn't even bother to speak, and opened her hands the moment she regained her heart.

At this moment, all the beings on the entire battlefield felt a pair of rough hands hammering into their hearts with rough methods, removing all the despair, doubt and fear in their hearts in the same way as rough kneading. , and pour anger, hatred and rage into their defenseless souls.

The demons want to use the fear brought by brutal force to defeat the war of mortals, which is their tried and tested line of war.

But unfortunately, in today's Shadowmoon Valley, this strategy has failed.

Because, Boo Laike doesn't allow it!

So the frightened sheep turned back into lions.

The battlefield that was still in chaos just now returned to a state of high fighting spirit.

The stubborn fate who tried to get back on track was severely slapped, and could only cry aggrievedly, and continued to move forward according to the "script" arranged for it by the "prophet in black".

"What are you looking at?"

Laike raised his head and looked at the stunned elves, humans and orcs in front of him.

He said angrily:

"Is there a flower on my beautiful face? Keep fighting, bastards! Seeing your stupid expressions really makes me despair, come here, stick your head over, I will add a status to you."

On the other hand, after seeing the situation on the battlefield completely out of control, the demon commander Talgas was furious. This group of mortals did not collapse, and dared to charge against the invincible legion?

This is no ordinary mortal anymore!

Must punch hard!

"Rakish! Butcher of the Legion, take your troops to escort Frostmourne to the Temple of Karabor!"

Targath roared:

"I've lost my patience, these mortals are all going to die today!"

A few minutes later, in the huge portal projected by the warship in front of the Karabor Temple, a huge crimson magic mecha came to the ground like a titan with a bang.

In its cockpit sat an eredar with a face covered in bruises and fel herpes.

And in the shadow behind the destruction machine built by the demons, a group of demons carefully guarded the huge box and rushed into the temple.

In front of and behind them, hundreds of huge portals of evil energy rotate and open at the same time, and tens of thousands of demons of all colors are driven by the destruction and evil in their hearts to step into the battlefield of mortals.

The legion battleship overhead unleashed an indiscriminate barrage of fel energy on the ground, and in the anxiety of destruction, the chaos from the Twisting Nether couldn't wait to kill.

The main artillery shelling and the holy light shield just now were just "appetizers" for the "mutual salute" between the demigods on both sides.

Until now, the Legion's war has only just begun.

These ignorant "country folks" from Azeroth will have to witness the battle of the demons today. I hope this will allow them to learn some real skills, so that they will not be rubbed on the ground by the demons in the decisive battle in their own world.

Of course, the premise of learning is that they have to survive first

This is quite difficult.

(end of this chapter)