Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1358 108. Now is the time of prophecy!

Arthas watched Frostmourne crumbling before his eyes.

The exquisite rune shattered ice on the magic blade sword flew in all directions under the vigorous slashing, and the magic sword shattered from the center seemed to be completely destroyed, and it flew quickly in Yrel's hands. Crash.

In just a few seconds, only a rapidly "melting" hilt remained.

This scene made everyone around stare wide-eyed, including Uther and Dathrohan, who rushed forward with the sin monument on their backs, and the brave paladins who followed them.

This scene also caused Alsace to have countless thoughts in his mind at this moment.

Are you so good?

How could he smash the terrifying magic blade forged by the demons in the world of death with one sword?

Could it be that he is the very powerful and powerful chosen one in the novels of third-rate knights?

No way?

This victory came a little too easily, didn't it?

Yrel, the hoof girl who was riding on the death steed, also twitched her mouth as she looked at the melted hilt in her hand.

According to the original plan, she should have persisted for at least another half an hour, but she never expected that these two perfectly coordinated boys and girls would expose this trick so quickly.

"Hey, the fake that the stinky pirate hired someone to make in three days is really unreliable, and I'm really not a good actor. What Samaro said is right, I don't have the talent for acting."

Yrel shrugged and complained in a low voice.

She casually threw away the "Magic Sword Hilt" in her hand, and pulled out the Rune Gem Warhammer that she used more easily from the luggage.

Sister Deathhoof stretched her body and waved her hand casually. When the weapon collided, the sluggish Alsace was thrown away by the impact of the cold cold wind and the heavy blow of annihilation.

With the deep roar of the death horse, Yrel, who finally got rid of the identity of "actor", no longer needed to pretend to be a commander in command of the army behind the guard.

She charged.

The gloomy storm gathered by the death aura of the harsh winter wrapped around her frost-covered battle armor. This death-enhanced hoof girl didn't pick any opponents, and rushed towards the two great knights in front of her.

The war restarted the next moment.

As if nothing happened, but also as if something terrible happened.

Little Jaina squatted down among a group of ice sculptures, picked up the "Magic Sword Hilt" thrown by Yrel on the ground, put it in front of her eyes, and then found a line behind the hilt that made her eyes twitch. illustrate":

"This model was designed by Tandred Proudmoore and personally made by the world's number one Little Star, the product code is 00001.

The model is well-made and the materials used are exquisite, and it is really a boutique for collection and play.

This model does not have any magical ability, nor can it be used in any war scenes. It is only used for daily display and collection, because the two producers are not responsible for any serious consequences caused by wrong use! "

Under the description, there is also the autograph of His Royal Highness Little Xingxing.

At first glance, it is a limited edition "Blue Dragon Figurine". The craftsmanship and the cold ice material used to make the model are worth nearly 10,000 gold coins in the market.

"Tenrad! You stupid brother! Kill you!"

Little Jaina's mentality exploded and crushed the handle of the magic sword that was melting in her hand on the spot.

She glanced at Alsace who was limping up, without saying much, grabbed his wrist and jumped back into the portal she opened.

This deceitful style must be the handiwork of the stupid big brother.

Nasty Bo Laike must have slipped into Northshire Abbey by this time, he's got everyone on the applause, hell! The smelly big brother is the most annoying thing!

I specially skipped class and asked for leave and came here to stop him from doing wrong things!

Damn it!

No wonder Dean Lanyue was so quick to approve the leave this time. The cunning dean must have guessed the outcome of this battle, and it's no wonder she so generously assured others that Nazaras College would never intervene in this dispute.

She is sure that the stinky big brother will win.

I just don't know if it's too late to send it back now? ——

"swish"

Bu Laike spread his wings in mid-air concealment, allowing himself to circle around and suspend the super-fast fall brought about by jumping off the cliff of the Burning Plain in the air.

He glanced at the sky, and the sky that flew over with him was quickly fleeing the airspace.

The short stay just now has already attracted the attention of several golden Valkyries.

The stinky pirate is not worried that the sky will not be able to escape. No one can catch his bird at the fastest flight. The most troublesome thing is the bottom.

In the fall area he pre-selected, by the great waterfall at the edge of the valley at North County Abbey, there is a group of fully armed Thundercast Heroic Spirits stationed there.

The tallest of them all can be seen from far away.

In fact, you can tell his identity just by looking at the rainbow-flying storm sword in his hand. He is the gatekeeper of Valagar Fortress and Odin's war pioneer Heimdall.

Beside this guy, there are not only heroic warriors patrolling back and forth, but also a few storm dragons flying around carrying the heroic dragon knights.

Obviously, the "back door" of the valley where the North County Abbey is located has also been heavily guarded by the righteous men gathered here today.

The pirate grinned, and he even took the initiative to remove the shadow camouflage, flapping his wings and gliding to the ground in front of a group of vigilant heroic spirits.

The heroic warriors on the ground quickly spotted the stinky pirates in the sky, and several archers grabbed the Thundercast War Bow in their hands and mounted the iron arrows shining with rune light.

This thing is the size of a human head just by the arrow.

There are also a group of heroic berserkers who have drawn their spears and throwing axes, and at a single command, they can chop Bo Laike into a pulp as he glides down through the sky with nowhere to hide.

But before they shot, Heimdall, who was wearing the heavy helmet of the Heroic Spirit, raised his hand and pressed it on the bow raised by the Heroic Spirit warrior beside him. The meaning of this action was obvious.

In the next moment, all the Heroic Spirits lowered their weapons.

They watched with thunderous eyes as Bu Laike landed leisurely, right in front of their lines.

"Get out of the way!"

The smelly pirate stretched his shoulders with a pipe in his mouth and said:

"Do you still want me to say a passphrase? Didn't His Majesty Odin tell you to 'do things well' before you came here?"

"The Lord of War told me personally, let me satisfy all your reasonable and unreasonable demands."

Heimdall's deep voice came from under the helmet.

He stood in front of Bu Laike with his storm sword and did not back down. The huge heroic spirit titan said in a deep voice:

"But the Lord of War also told me that I must bring a definite message back to the Hall of Valor. The broken sword brought back by the warrior Fenner that was contaminated with Lord Aggramar's breath is not enough to win the trust of the guardians of the titans.

This is not only the meaning of Lord Odin, but also the meaning of Lord Raiden. "

"You stone and steel heads are so annoying!"

Bu Laike exhaled the smoke ring, waved his hands and said:

"Argus hangs in the sky of Dellano, that demonic world that my brother and I pulled over with our own hands, and you can send your Valkyries and tol'vir across the Dark Portal to see for yourself.

As for the assurances Odin and Raiden need

You just go back and tell him. "

The smelly pirate pulled the wooden box on his back and stepped forward, whispering:

"In that world, there is not just a fallen titan in that throne. Although Lord Sargeras is still fighting the void at the end of the physical universe, he hides quite terrifying things in the Burning Throne of Argus.

Odin and Raiden will get their wish!

After I finish a few trivial matters in Azeroth, I will return to Argus with them, you and the draenei, and we may even find a way to fight the demons there.

Of course, I think that's highly unlikely to happen.

Demons are not that stupid.

How long will it take you to muster all your strength and step into the stars to save your Shaper? "

the pirate asked.

Heimdall didn't answer right away, the titan just sideways out of the way.

This action made the Thundercast heroic spirits look at each other. They all heard the story of Anduin Lothar, and they all believed that this soul deserved a place in the Hall of Valor.

This is also the main purpose of their coming to the human world today. They want to protect the soul of this great man from the temptation of darkness.

but now.

What's happening here?

Why did Lord Heimdall let this guy carrying the dark thing cross the line of defense so easily?

"You must be wondering if Odin is crazy."

Sensing the suspicion of the spirits, Bo Laike yelled before disappearing into the shadows:

"The retreat this time does not mean that the Lord of War has given up on Anduin Lothar. In fact, His Majesty Odin just saw clearly the path that the soul must walk.

His fate is already closely related to this world.

as for you

Heroic spirits, instead of wasting time doubting me here, I think you should hurry up to sharpen your swords and guns and train your combat skills, because the heroic army prepared by Odin for Ragnarok will soon usher in your birth. carry the mission.

Heroic Spirits."

The smelly pirate laughed and said;

"You must follow your leader, together with me, to save a group of gods among the stars! Who would refuse such an honor? Would you?"

His voice dissipated and his body was hidden in the shadows. At this moment, all the heroic warriors were immersed in the glorious prophecy brought by the smelly pirate.

They were all shaking with excitement, and they looked at their leader, Heimdall.

The gatekeeper of the Hall of Valor sensed those eager eyes.

He didn't say yes or no, he just ordered as usual:

"Open the Rainbow Bridge! Legion of Heroic Spirits, let's withdraw to Valagall. There are many, many things to do next, but the supreme glory is calling!"

"Oh! Long live!"

Heimdall's response was equivalent to confirming that Bo Laike's prophecy was true, which instantly boosted the morale of all the lost Heroes.

They cheered and roared and stepped into the Rainbow Bridge opened in front of them.

Although a little cold-blooded.

But at this moment, no one really cared about Anduin Lothar's fate anymore.

The pirate made a deal with Odin, and the trade item was Lothar's soul.

Obviously, Bu Laike offered generously and easily persuaded the Lord of War to give up the soul of this great man.

The stinky pirate who easily passed the line of defense of the heroic spirits was humming, walking leisurely in the shadow of the tight position, and even had the leisure to touch a few bulging wallets.

The sudden retreat of the Heroic Spirit Corps also instantly alarmed the frontline battlefield of the North County Abbey. The shining Rainbow Bridge no longer brought hope this time, but cast a terrible shadow on the hearts of the leaders.

The paladins on the front line are frantically returning to defense, but the undead will not give them this chance.

At this moment, even the weak black knights saw that Bu Laike's secret operation was getting better and better, and the seemingly invincible Allied Forces of Order panicked!

Hahaha, there is any hope of success in this impossible and evil adventure?

"Come on!"

Aredin, Lord of the Black Knights, sprang from hiding.

His ornate and dark battle helmet was still stained with grass clippings from hiding, but at this moment, Aridin, who was a merchant, keenly grasped the opportunity to "make a name for himself".

He yelled and led the black knights to charge in a heroic manner that they had never seen before. Even though they were knocked down two or three times by a few big knights holding holy relics as soon as they rushed out, what did it matter?

The reputation of the Black Spirit Pirates will soon spread throughout the world with today's upheaval.

Hahaha, they are also going to be awesome.

Sure enough, it's cool to have a large size with a prestige achievement!

The frontline battlefield was already a mess. Under the stalking of the undead, the paladins and iron horse knights could not withdraw at all, and the uncrowned ones who had been hiding all along also started to act.

Under the command of the red-haired Jack, with Valeera and Tao Shi as the vanguard, they appeared from the shadows and disrupted the mage positions in Northshire with a very short speed, making large-scale teleportation impossible. implement.

It's all down to the last minute.

The key to victory lies in the chapel where Lothar's coffin is placed.

Although there was only Bo Laike there, no one doubted that their master and their captain would give victory to them at this last moment.

"puff"

Amid the blood splatter, Archmage Antonidas tried his best to prop up the arcane and time-shining shield, and then at the last moment, he teleported himself out of the void rift.

But before he could stand still, a cold dog tooth pierced the archmage's waist and abdomen from behind like a ghost in the posture of "Poisonous Knife of Justice".

Not fatal.

But then the pirate who appeared later grabbed the handle of the dog's tooth and stabbed in again with a powerful kidney shot, almost shattering the old mage's left kidney.

However, considering Master Antonidas' age, he probably won't need this thing anymore.

It's broken, it's not a big problem.

"Old man, don't get excited, don't move around, my poisonous knife is on your internal organs, if there is a scratch or something, I will be charged with assassinating the ruler of Dalaran .”

The stinky pirate supported the pale-faced archmage with a gentle gesture, and it took him a little time to subdue the old man who was growing strong.

He is here today to celebrate the Lich King's ascension to the throne. This may be a delicacy, and he didn't come here to kill people, so it's best if there are no casualties.

For such a grand coronation, there must be enough spectators.

"Come on, sit here and cover here! Yes, press it hard, don't let go, or you will bleed profusely."

Bu Laike respectfully helped the stumbling archmage to a bench in the monastery, and asked him to sit there. The moment he pulled the blade away, Antonidas' face turned pale.

"This is the best auditorium, don't say I don't take care of you in the future."

Bo Laike grinned and patted the Archmage's shoulder while wiping the blood from the blade on the rich robes, turning around with the Fang of the Devourer in his hand.

He knew that Lothar was in the hall less than fifty yards away from his eyes.

But it was not easy to walk the fifty yards.

To his left is the sullen Chi-Ji Tenzin, and to his right is Tyrande Windspeaker, wielding an Elune warbow.

The good news is that the High Priest of the Moon came here alone, except for Her Excellency the Moon God Owl, Dorisul, who accompanied her, she did not bring the baby Archdruid that she tamed ten thousand years ago.

The bad news is that, judging from the level of the light of the moon god that enveloped Tyrande, the High Priest of the Moon obviously did not intend to release water in the next block.

Bu Laike glanced at the waste knife in the other hand, sensing that the strong enemy had become weak, he shrugged, and inserted the sharp blade back into the weapon buckle on his waist.

He has come to the land of prophecy at the time of prophecy, and the fate woven by him has come to be revealed.

The next thing to do is to use no weapons.

He raised his hands like that, and said to the two demigods in front of him:

"We don't have much time, so let me use my best prophecy to convince you, give me two minutes, two, I will let you obediently make way."

Tyrande reached out to touch his forehead, and more majestic moonlight swayed out, dispelling all the shadows that could hide, while Chi-Ji Tianzun flapped his wings, and the blazing fire of hope surrounded his eyes, blocking all the escape routes for Laike.

"You can try, pirate."

So said the High Priest.

(end of this chapter)