Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1331 81. Retire! Devil, I am the Warchief! I am the king of the clan! -Happy Labor Day【33】

As the windchaser, who devoured the elemental core of the Lord of the North Wind and was resurrected in the essence of the wind, held his tuning fork-like elemental holy blade and Dellano's elemental fury to fight together, the entire sky of Shadowmoon Valley was shaken. Started flooding with thunderstorms.

His Royal Highness Sunderland the Wind Chaser is obviously very "woke up". After all, he was forced to sleep for millions of years, and the clay figurine also has anger in his heart.

And when he was most angry, Dellano's rural elements attacked him with two evil powers, and the anger was self-evident.

The elemental holy blade mixed with thunder and anger was clasped by the cloud-shrouded claws, and in the roar of the storm, it slashed several times at the fel stone man in front of him.

Let's not say much about the power, let's just say that the power exerted by the elements flows.

A thunder storm gathered around the entire Hand of Gul'dan and swept in all directions, dragging all the demons who rushed in into the storm and hanged them alive.

That is the true sense of "death execution".

When the gust dissipated, only pieces of twisted skeletons were left in place. This terrifying scene shocked Dellano's own members of the anti-magic alliance.

Obviously, the power of the elemental demigods born in the primordial wind of Azeroth is somewhat beyond everyone's imagination.

"Exit all irrelevant people except the shaman!"

Standing on a remodeled hill, Bo Laike yelled at the retreating guys around him:

"Go outside the valley, block the demon leaders and don't let them in, don't blame the remaining weak chicken demons, they will die as many as they come! His Highness Sunderland will not allow any demon to go back to twisting the void alive, humble mortals, Hail the rise of the Elemental Prince!"

Crazy pirates stood laughing against the backdrop of a thundering sky.

He didn't need to leave here, the "King of the Gods" anima inlaid on the breastplate made him immune to natural magic below legend.

As long as there is no frontal attack by the wind chasers, this valley filled with thunderstorms is as safe as walking in their own back garden for the smelly pirates.

Under his orders, a large number of orc warriors withdrew from the valley of Gul'dan's hand to defend outside, and the remaining shaman priests stayed here to help Prince Sunderland fight Dellano's elemental fury monstrosity.

That guy's appearance is not normal at first glance.

The dark green fel stone man controls the four forces of wind, fire, water, and earth at the same time, and its essence should be the "rising body" where elemental creatures gather together.

It was a form of transformation of elemental beings into higher forms, and Laike had seen such knowledge in the shamanic texts of the Narthalas Academy.

"Lord of Fire Lukensen"

Beside the pirates, the old shaman Ner'zhul, who was exhausted from releasing the elemental seal, was weakly leaning on his Shadowmoon bone staff. Perhaps because the plan that had been advancing and preparing had finally come to the last moment, Ner'zhul's muddy Both eyes became brighter.

As the fel energy and the storm blew around, the old orc's little white hair was blown and danced around.

He hunched his body and looked at the big fel stone man who was in close combat with Sunderland, the windchaser who was driving thunder and lightning. The old shaman said to Bu Laike in a tone of guilt and nostalgia:

"That is the vengeance element formed after the four elemental lords of Dellano gathered and ascended. They knew that none of them could fight against the Shadow Council of Commander Gul'dan back then. In order to bring the world back from chaos to order, They are fighting to the death here.

The hateful warlock defeated them with the power of the demon.

Gul'dan clearly resented that the elementals hadn't responded to his twisted thirst for power.

He didn't destroy it, but chose to seal it. He knew what kind of monster the elemental wrath infected by evil energy would degenerate into. He knew that this corrupted element would suffer the pain of corrosion.

He wants the elementals to suffer, and the noble elemental spirits are tormented by fel energy. "

Ner'zhul looked at the Fel Flame King who summoned the Fel Volcano in the distance and gathered magma to attack Sunderland the Windchaser with a heartbroken look. He said through gritted teeth:

"But all suffering will end today! The elemental spirits will be free, and they will re-nourished our world! They will bring us vitality and hope."

"It's not that easy, my dear old shaman."

Bu Laike shook his head, smoking his pipe, watching the glorious scene of the elemental battle in front of him.

Not to mention, although the elements have always been weak and changeable, they are still very "spectacular" when they really get angry.

This method of directly mobilizing the world's original power to fight without relying on its own spellcasting ability, regardless of the strength, this kind of fancy visual impact is not comparable to the fireball and ice thrown by weak mages.

But as a seer, Bo Laike clearly sees more.

He whispered to Ner'zhul, who was weak beside him:

"It is true that Gul'dan's evil promotion of Lukensen, the Lord of Fire in Dellano, turned into fel elementals, but the elementals themselves have a lot of reasons for their disappointment and distrust of orcs.

Even if Sunderland and Al Abbas crush Lukensen's fel body here, after those weak elemental spirits are released, it is not certain whether they are willing to help you.

The elemental spirits are notoriously moody. After you have failed them and the world, asking for their forgiveness is not something you can do casually.

The most troublesome thing is that the Dellano world itself, which has been weakened to this point, does not have so much time left for you to coordinate with the elemental spirits. You have to solve it quickly. "

"I know."

Ner'zhul nodded, touched the white ghost emblem on his cheek, and whispered:

"I'm so ready for this, thank you, Laike, for helping us get this project to the point where we couldn't have done it on our own without your help.

You are the true savior of this world, and I would like to thank you on behalf of all Dellano's beings. "

"Wow, I'm starting to talk big."

The pirate pursed his lips, patted Ner'zhul's hunched shoulder and said:

"Can you represent the world?"

"Not yet."

The old orc laughed, as if the suffering and all the haze of the past were swept away in this instant, he leaned on his bone staff and said in a deep voice:

"But soon I will. Go about your business, Bo Laike, I know you have other purposes in this battle that belong to you. Goodbye.

Do not.

farewell. "

"Ok."

The pirate took a step back, and said to Ner'zhul seriously:

"Farewell, Great Prophet."

This very commemorative title in the orc civilization made Ner'zhul stunned for a moment, and then he waved goodbye to the pirates with a smile, watching Bu Laike disappear into the shadows.

Ner'zhul turned his head again, looking at the fierce and fiery elemental demigod battle in front of him.

The tyranny and threats of the evil flame king Lukensen put the windchaser Sunderland under tremendous pressure. This wind elemental prince who just woke up from a deep sleep and returned from death soon woke up from the daze of resurrection come over.

It began to call out to its subordinates.

After seeing His Royal Highness sober, the loyal lamp god Al Abbas immediately raised his elemental saber and led a group of loyal wind elements who were loyal to Prince Sunderland into the battlefield.

They are like a conquest of elemental legions, under the command of Sunderland, they began to besiege the weak Dellano elemental anomaly.

More to fight less, two to one.

It is only a matter of time before the defeat of the Flame King, which represents evil energy, is so unscrupulous in martial arts offensive.

However, with the control and destruction of the power of the elements by both sides, after they finished this battle, the terrain of the entire Shadowmoon Valley will probably be completely reshaped.

"Drek'Thar, come help me."

Counting the time, Ner'zhul called out to old, broken friends.

A blind shaman from the Frostwolf clan came over with two battle axes. He "looked" at Ner'zhul who had taken off his tattered robe, and looked at the various spell-casting materials Ner'zhul took out.

A look of grief bloomed on Drek'Thar's face, but he did not stop Ner'zhul.

"I can't do it alone."

The Frostwolf Prophet whispered:

"To complete the ascension ceremony of a shaman like you, two more legendary shamans must come."

"I have been preparing for this day for a long time, my old friend."

Ner'zhul grabbed a handful of soil soaked in the power of water dug from the Throne of the Elements and smeared it on his face. He whispered:

"It's not just the redemption of the orcs, it's also a day for the draenei to contribute to the world. Look, here they come!"

Drek'Thar turned his head, although his eyes had long been blind, he still felt the opening of two astral gates from the chaotic waves of the surrounding elements.

Nobundo, the great shaman of the Broken, and Akama, the leader of the Ashtongue Deathsworn and the former archbishop who is also a legendary shaman, walked out of the gate of elements.

Their arrival completes the final link in Ner'zhul's ascension ritual.

"let's start!"

The old orc lit fire on both sides of his body, and he called out:

"The world has waited too long for this day, let us regain the ancient ways of the elements, and let us begin to heal the world and our hearts."

——

Bo Laike finds Fenner the Idiot cheering and slashing demons on the chaotic battlefield outside the Hand of Gul'dan.

This guy is armed with a large shiny Ashbringer blade, turning everything into ashes wherever he goes.

No one knows how many demons Fenner has hacked to death since the start of the war, but the sword in her hand is filled with the power of light and has a special attack effect on demons, which is the most popular "devil killer" in this war.

In Fenner's powerful swing, no matter how violent the demons are, they will be hacked to death by this sword and then their bodies will be set on fire. Fenner's armor is covered with all kinds of shiny "devil ashes".

Looking disgraced.

But absolutely no one will underestimate this hemp elf because of this, she alone is worth an army of hundreds of people, and alone, with a knife, she can guard a ridge against the charge of demons and undead.

The best thing is that Fenna, who is always full of energy, enjoys the fun of this kind of fighting, and she doesn't feel boring or hard just because she swung her sword and slashed.

"Hey, don't cut it off, did it cut off the head?"

The pirate appeared behind Fenna, grabbed her slashing wrist, and shouted at the stupid warrior whose body was full of anger:

"Go inside, use the elemental holy blade I just gave you to help Sunderland kill Lukensen, you go and split the body and head of that big fel titan, so that Sunderland can use the element The power to blast away its twisted core and release those gathered and imprisoned elemental spirits."

"Aww!"

Fenna nodded, she has always obeyed the command of the stinky brother.

Although this meeting was a bit passionate, it was already instinctive to get used to obeying. He left his opponent and jumped towards Gul'dan's hand. But before leaving, the bold warrior shouted to the little prince Alsace who was fighting hard not far away:

"Hey! Weak chicken! Take this! This one is strong!"

Alsace, who was surrounded by a large number of demons, turned his head and saw a handful of golden Ashbringers thrown towards him.

The little prince's eyes lit up, he carried the Lionheart Slayer behind his back, jumped up with the agility of a sword master, grabbed the holy sword in the air, rolled when it landed, and fought in all directions at night with one move, counting all the demons around him beheaded.

Hot ashes were rising, illuminating the little prince's blood-red eyes.

He could feel the holy blade of light in his hand calling him to return to the path of holy light, but unfortunately, his body and heart already belonged to the path of anger.

He can't go back to that bright world.

All that is left to it is a walking figure.

But this doesn't affect him from continuing to hold the power of light in his hand to bring destruction to the damned evil in front of him.

"Well, is your name Ashbringer?"

Arthas Menethil, who stood up in the ashes, stroked the shining blade in his hand in the posture of a swordsman. As a swordsman, he could naturally talk to the blade in his hand.

Amidst the loud laughter, the little prince raised the holy sword and made a starting gesture of a sword saint.

He whispered:

"What a good name! Come on, Ashbringer, let's chop some demons and stretch our muscles."

In the next moment, Alsace's body wrapped in scorching light trembled and scattered three mirror images, roaring and rushing towards the brutal demon in front of him. The destructive storm of the blade of light lit up on this damned desperate battlefield, like a hero debuting.

However, compared to Alsace's enthusiasm for enjoying the battle, Red Chief Blackhand, who was on the same battlefield with him, seemed very stretched.

His fat body and lack of training in combat skills all year round made him look so bloated and weak every time he swung the hammer of the Dark Hand. Although he tried his best to kill a few demon guards, the results of such battles were really good compared to others. A little too thin.

"Hey! Don't you have a ring on your finger?"

The moment Braike appeared, he slashed at the enemy, knocking down the demons and undead around the panting chief. He squinted his eyes and looked at the shameful Red in front of him, pointing to the blood on Red's finger. The red jeweled ring says:

"It's such a waste of money to give you."

"I can't help it, Captain."

Red complained:

"That Khadgar jumped over and threw the ring at me, and he didn't tell me how to use it. Teach me, Captain, I know it's powerful."

"Feel it with your anger."

Bu Laike curled his lips and said:

"That's the power of a warrior, the power of anger. You can't activate it without anger in your heart."

"But I can't get angry."

The weak chief said with a headache:

"I know that a battle with you is bound to be won, and a battle that is destined to be won makes me really hard to be angry. I haven't fought in a long time."

"You trash!"

Bu Laike was so angry that he flickered to Red's side, put his hand on Red's forehead, and said:

"I'll add a status to you! Don't resist!"

In the next moment, the emotional control from the anima of the seven giant beasts successfully seized the manipulation of Red's mind, and Braike poured the Sha energy of the Sha of Wrath into Red's heart.

The great chief felt that the anger that he had almost forgotten surged out uncontrollably in an instant.

His eyes were instantly bloodshot, and terrifying anger surged from the fat chief's body.

He felt that he had returned to the war career of that hot-blooded boy, and he also felt the call and response of the world ring on his finger.

"kuang"

The ferocious hand of darkness was thrown out, and the war hammer easily smashed the head of the demon guard who rushed in front of him.

Wrapped in blood-red rage like a wild beast, Reid dressed roughly, roared and grabbed his blood-stained warhammer, the world in front of him was completely blood-colored.

"Come on! Devil!"

The ferocious Reid smashed the rocks at his feet with a hammer, and roared violently at the demons in front of him as the rocks flew across the sky:

"Come challenge the great chief of the tribe! Come challenge the clan king! Come challenge Dellano's orc king!"

"I'm going to crush you all to death with my own hands!"

"I will use your skulls as bowls! Ahhhh! Witness my invincible power!"

(end of this chapter)