Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1332 82. The Disease of the Legend of the Demon Sword

The Hand of Gul'dan has become the absolute center of the Shadowmoon Valley battlefield.

Seeing that the orcs broke Dellano's elemental seal with great casualties, and found an elemental prince from Azeroth to help out, the demons' attack suddenly became more violent.

They also seem to know that once the anti-magic alliance is allowed to reactivate the elements of this world, the legion will lose all its advantages in this world.

Victory will be farther and farther away from them.

This is unbearable for the demons. The Burning Legion has been in the stars for so long. When did they suffer such grievances except for Azeroth?

Under the yelling of the commanders of the demons everywhere, more portals were erected, and demons from all over the world of Dellano were summoned into Shadowmoon Valley.

They want to use the quantity warfare they are best at to completely crush the battlefield that is already in jeopardy for the anti-magic coalition forces.

But the actions of the demons were not smooth, because outside of Shadowmoon Valley, those black dragons who always hide their heads and show their tails actually made a big move and began to block the transmission of the demons.

Are these black dragons crazy?

Why do they destroyers shed their blood for this damned world?

I really saw a ghost today!

"It's not an option to go on like this."

Prince Kael'thas held the Strike of Flame and threw scorching magic, like setting off a big firework, knocking down the mephits flying around in the sky.

The Quel'dorei spellcasters under his command formed a position to ensure the safety of the battlefield airspace, and at the same time constantly guide a wide range of meteorites to fall to fight against the invisible sea of ​​demons around them.

With the increase of the aura of wisdom on Kael'thas who held the Ring of the All-Seeing One, the magic power of the Quel'dorei spellcasters was greatly enhanced, allowing them to create extremely exaggerated results with a very small number of people.

But for a wise man like Kael'thas, he could clearly see that these small victories could not shake the overall situation of the battlefield at all.

The numerical advantage of the demons is too terrifying!

If this drags on, the anti-magic coalition will undoubtedly lose, even if the orcs successfully release the world elements. As a highly accomplished spellcaster, Kael'thas also has research in the field of elements.

He knew very well that with the power of the elemental spirit that had just been released from the long-term seal, there was no way to help the anti-magic alliance fight against the demons of the whole world.

"The way to break the game."

The elf prince scanned the battlefield left and right.

His brain was running with all its strength, looking for the slight possibility of defeating the demon.

He quickly noticed a "strangeness" in the all-round offensive of the demons. It was near the Karabor Temple on the battlefield, and the number of demons there was particularly small.

But it wasn't because the demons didn't want to attack from that direction, but because the undead already ruled there.

The number of local undead continuously awakened by the magic sword Frostmourne placed in the Karabor Temple has reached an astonishing level.

Two-thirds of the centaur and quilboar warriors hired by Chief Red for this battle had been damaged, and the corpses of all their dead were awakened by the magic sword.

There are more than 30,000 people in these alone.

Those awakened undead seem to have no unified command, they are just wandering on the battlefield relying on the instinct of loathing the living, fighting against all the forces that stop them.

Those undead were so violent that the brutal demons took the initiative to stay away from there.

"That's the key to victory!"

Kael'thas's eyes lit up, and the elf prince grasped the only possibility for the anti-magic coalition to win, which was the magic sword! If only one strong-willed man could sacrifice himself to wield that sword

One's own will always counts.

"You're thinking something terrible, Kael'thas Sunstrider!"

Just when Kael'thas had a terrible thought, Xal'atath's cold voice suddenly hit the elf prince's mind like a hammer, causing him to wake up instantly.

The ancient venerable who controlled the overall situation with spiritual power warned:

"In the past ten minutes, including you, seventeen commanders of the Anti-Magical Alliance have had the same idea as you, even including a guy like Turalyon who was brainwashed by the Holy Light.

Frostmourne is really powerful, and it is worthy of being regarded as a "decisive weapon" by the Burning Legion.

Its temptation to the living is as powerful as its manipulation to the dead, be careful, don't think about those dangerous things, I can tell you plainly, you can't resist its temptation!

There are too many considerations in your mind and too many burdens on your shoulders. Once you hold the magic sword that can help you level Azeroth, you will instantly become its captive.

No, to be precise, you will become a captive of the forces of death.

Stay here and continue your battle and your mission! The little master has already personally dealt with that magic sword, it is not a treasure that you can covet.

You should never touch it either. "

"Bo Laike himself?"

Kael Thass breathed a sigh of relief, obviously he also thought that the magical stinky pirate must have a way to properly handle such a dangerous magic sword.

But the next moment, the prince frowned.

He said to Xal'atath in spirit:

"But he has to be quick, the demons are increasing their troops, and their numerical advantage is terrible."

"Number advantage?"

Xal'atath let out a series of mocking long laughs, and she said proudly to Kael'thas:

"No, sad little white-faced elf prince, you don't know anything about 'quantity'! No wonder you are always such a motherfucker, look up."

"Ok?"

His Royal Highness raised his head, and looked towards the northwest skyline of Shadowmoon Valley as directed by Xalatas. At first, he was a little puzzled because there was nothing there.

But soon, large black dots appeared in Kael'thas' gaze.

The elf prince cast an eagle eye spell on himself, allowing him to see more clearly the "monsters" that appeared above the scorching sky full of fel energy and thunder.

The moment he saw those guys clearly, Kael'thas's back was covered with goosebumps.

insect!

Full of bugs!

All kinds of bugs!

They fly in the sky, they climb over the hills bordering Shadowmoon Valley and Talador, they tunnel through the ground and rush into this fel battlefield.

Led by the mantid hero and Rexxar Rema riding on the back of the flying insect lord, they are rushing into the battlefield bravely and brutally under the call of their dark gods.

Kael'thas didn't even dare to guess how many of them there were.

But it must be several times more than the local demons plus undead!

"The entire wilderness of Gorgrond is regarded as nourishment by my swarm. That barren land has been devoured cleanly. Old Garni will cry when he enters."

The ancient venerable sneered, with a sense of pride and complacency.

At the moment when the swarm came into contact with the demon, Xal'atath spread his dark glory to the barren and sad hearts of the swarm, causing them to instantly enter the most violent state of destruction.

Like a scythe.

Gently sweeping across the corner of the battlefield, the demons there instantly turned into bones.

"No matter how this world changes, there will always be a part of it that belongs to the ancient venerables. The Yongmao Forest will become the heart of the new empire of the swarm, and I will have a magnificent temple there."

Xal'atath proclaimed as prophesied:

"The eternal reincarnation will restart in Dellano, which will become the mother planet of the swarm! And I, I am the heart of the swarm! I am the Dark Lord!

In the words of the little master, I am the Queen of Blades!

Although I don't know what the special meaning of this name is, but because it sounds quite majestic, so this will be my honorary name from now on. "

Kael'thas was trembling all over.

He couldn't imagine the devastation that such a swarm would bring to Quel'Thalas, and for a moment he thanked Bu Laike for bringing the swarm into Dellano.

It's like adding a lock to the world

So this is the purpose of that stinky pirate?

The swarm has already taken root here. As the master of the swarm master, he will naturally become the "King of Dellano". Everything in this world must be controlled and arranged by him.

And the self who accepted the ring of the world will also be ordered by him in this world.

"Then, I salute you, Her Majesty."

Kael'thas let out a long sigh. He tried his best to maintain elegance and said to Xal'atath:

"When your temple is finished, I will go personally to offer you the tribute."

But there was no more voice to respond to him. The arrogant and evil Xalatas seemed to have noticed something troublesome, and had already gone to the other side to "work".

——

"swish"

Bu Laike landed in the dark hall. The moment he arrived, he saw the Frostmourne magic sword suspended on the dark altar, and several people standing beside the altar.

Prophet Velen, who was hurrying to recover his strength, and the demon son bound by the chains of the Holy Light beside him, and Hisaly Crow, who was standing in front of the altar, were walking towards the altar, covered in blood and flesh Highlord Ravencrest of the Residue.

The atmosphere between them does not seem to be good.

"Get out of the way! Elf! I must destroy it!"

The great lord will completely lose his usual indifference and rationality. He is like a crazy beast, with a violent and destructive aura exuding from his whole body.

This aura comes from the demonic sword Apocalypse neighing in his hand.

This brutal Demon Blade is full of jealousy and hatred for Frostmourne in front of him, and it is calling its own sword-bearer to destroy this damned sword.

Yes, it came from the same forge as Frostmourne.

But it is just a "trial work" of Frostmourne before production, and it was born to make the "sister" in front of me appear in a more perfect posture.

This is an unfair fate.

Apocalypse refuses to admit that Frostmourne is the perfect work of the eternal forger, it is the most perfect!

Frostmourne is just a sword that cannot be used in battle!

Look at it, the ice that shaped its body couldn't withstand even a single powerful slash.

My own sister is a waste!

This shameful weapon must be destroyed by oneself.

"Back! High Lord!"

Thisalie Crow wouldn't budge.

The Flame Archdruid was burning with the fire of Savras, and she felt that she must be crazy to prevent a hero from destroying a magic sword that would bring disaster to all living beings and set off a terrifying massacre.

But in the visible facts and future prophecies, Miss Black Crow still unswervingly chooses to believe in Bu Laike's prophecy.

This dark magic sword will surely bring hope to the cause of fighting against demons!

"The undead it awakens are slaughtering our soldiers! Its evil will is bewitching our soldiers! It is pushing our war to the brink of despair!

Are you blind? "

Ravencrest took off his battle helmet and threw it on the ground, revealing his blood-stained face all the way to kill, that handsome face was no longer handsome.

Some just look hideous.

"Get out of the way, living elf, I say one last time!"

The great lord raised the magic blade Apocalypse, which hummed to the extreme, and looked at him, if Hisaly didn't get out of the way, he would kill the elf in front of him together.

"You're right. The troubles caused by Frostmourne must be cleaned up immediately."

The pirate's black gauntlet emerged from the shadows and rested on Ravencrest's shoulder.

The psychic power belonging to the ancient venerable poured into Ravencrest's boiling emotions following Bu Laike's contact, and quickly dispelled the abnormal mood swings of the great lord.

Bu Laike glared at the irascible Apocalypse, and he snapped:

"Be quiet! Otherwise, I'll throw you into the Maw! You know what kind of place that is, right?"

"hum"

Apocalypse neighed unhappily, but the threat of the pirates was obviously very effective. The magic sword quickly quieted down, and the excited Lord Ravencrest quickly calmed down.

He looked around in a daze, then looked at Bu Laike again, and said:

"I am"

"Didn't Mother Windrunner warn you when she handed this sword to you? Lord, the apocalypse also has the power to deceive people!"

The pirate looked at Frostmourne floating in front of his eyes, and seemed to be trembling in the face of the crazy "big brother". He whispered:

"Apocalypse is a prototype of Frostmourne, it has all the characteristics of this magic sword, and compared to Frostmourne, which is like a 'magic sword', Apocalypse is more like a weapon for warriors.

It doesn't have the exaggerated ability to control the undead and control the soul like Frostmourne, but what it replaces is a more violent and crazy melee destructive power.

In my opinion, Apocalypse is a better weapon than Frostmourne.

The premise is that it can restrain its vicious and crazy character. "

"hum"

The magic sword in the great lord's hand buzzed again.

This time there was a hint of admiration, it felt that although this annoying stinky pirate made people want to kill him with a sword, his vision was absolutely vicious and precise.

At a glance, he could see that he was better than Frostmourne.

No wonder the beautiful and noble Salamaini sisters followed him so wholeheartedly. Well, speaking of which, the two incomplete sisters, Sword Spirit, were much better than their "weak" stinky sister.

In short, Tianqi's favorability is up!

This scene was witnessed by Frostmourne hovering over the altar.

Although it is not confirmed whether this magic sword really has its own will, Frostmourne still hums in disdain in the face of the idiot Big Brother Apocalypse who was easily dismissed by Bu Laike.

Such a stupid big brother with strong limbs and a simple mind is really enough.

I really don't know why the military master wanted to shape Tianqi into such a character and strength?

Isn't it too embarrassing to have such an idiot big brother spread the word?

However, this smelly pirate seems to be very powerful.

If he held it, he would be able to fulfill his mission perfectly, right? He seems to be a more suitable "Lich King" than that weak prophet.

A few seconds later, a faint temptation surged into Bo Laike's mind, but before Frostmourne could creep up on the dark side of the stinky pirate's soul, he was knocked back by an indifferent will.

"Go away! I don't know where the little wild cat came from! You dare to hand your paw to my little master, you should cut off your paw! You are so black-bellied and so indifferent, you will cry for a long time if you get punched, right? "

Xalatas scolded coldly:

"Bu Laike Shaw's love life is bad enough, don't put more 'burdens' on him! Hey Shartor, Eremeni!

Your dear master is going to be 'stolen' by a foreign sword girl!

Hurry up and come to the rescue! "

(end of this chapter)