Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1637 5. Ha! Be silly, Bo Laike Shaw! As cunning as you are, you will die here today!

"What the hell did you do? Make those Krocculs so angry?"

On the way to the molten pool of Annihelan, old Fordring riding a fel talbuk curiously said to Bu Laike beside him:

"Seeing how they roared, I wish I could hack you to death on the spot. I thought something was wrong. If Akama hadn't stopped them, we would have been expelled from their camp."

"No, I have a measure."

Bu Laike pouted and said:

"The Krokul Breakers in the Krokuun area fought with Illidan into the Burning Throne before, and that was the most magnificent victory they had achieved in 25,000 years, which made them send a lot of old and weak to Della Nuo live.

Therefore, they worshiped Illidan and joined the Illidari with the Ashtongue clan as servants.

Even for my brother Dan's sake, they won't do anything to us.

What's more, Kroku are not stupid.

Especially Chief Hatton, who was as old as Velen and was cunning.

Its people have gained a new life in Dellano, and it knows that it is tied to us. Although it still doubts our fighting power and our will to fight, Kroku will never find a better partner than us. up.

So even if I break their holy objects, they will not give up cooperation. "

"In just such a short time, you broke someone's sacred object?"

Uther on the other side shook his head and said:

"Why didn't you get beaten to death? If they want to beat you, we will definitely not stop you, you are too bad."

"How do you talk?"

The pirate said angrily:

"I broke the rocks for their own good.

Although the stone can still protect them now, once the thing on the opposite side of the stone "breaks out of its shell", these already miserable Krokul may be buried with the world's final depravity overnight.

If they have a conscience, they should thank me. "

"Well, I'm familiar with this plot."

Old Fording stuffed the jerky in his hand into his mouth, looked at the uncomfortable fel energy wilderness around him, and said suddenly:

"Just like you tricked us into going to the Great Desert of Silithus to work hard for you before, and we have to thank you afterwards, you are always so cunning, and you can wrap your own private interests in a bright and upright banner Under the circumstances, people can’t even complain.”

"Very good, it seems that you are already familiar with my style of doing things, you have a bright future, old Fording."

Bu Laike is not ashamed to praise:

"You will definitely become the pillar of the Church of the Holy Light in the future. I have already seen that bright future. Maybe the Human Empire will erect a statue of a great man for you in the future."

"The Illidari are in place!"

Just as Laike was bickering with the two great knights, General Maraad skillfully rode a Talbuk and rushed over from the chasm ahead. The serious draenei garrison said to the paladins and pirates in front of him:

"Illidan personally led them to ambush around the molten pool of Annihilan, ready to launch an attack at any time, and the Krokul mountain hunters and assassins are also in position.

But the demons in that place have set up three lines of defense, so it is difficult for us to rush in quickly, and the bad news is that in addition to patrolling by the Dread Demon King, there are also several brutal abyss lords sitting there.

That's a tough nut to crack. "

"Nonsense, that place is called Annihilan Molten Pond. You can tell from the name that it is the place where the big-ass abyss lords bathe in magma. Isn't it normal for a few abyss lords to sit in the town?

how?

As the garrison commander, haven't you killed the abyss lord solo before? "

Boo Laike rolled his eyes, then took another look at Grom Hellscream, who was following behind him, riding a talbuk, coughing but holding back the pain.

He said:

"That's why I have to bring Chief Grom here. I hope he can take the time to practice with ordinary abyss lords, find out how to handle the titan killer, and review Gorehowl's headshot skills by the way.

Maybe it will be useful in the future. "

"I don't mind chopping off two big ass demons to find a feeling, ahem, I just wonder if you can keep up with my ahem killing. Ahem."

Grom is still as bad-tempered as ever.

But now he is so skinny that he can't even utter a complete ridicule.

If it hadn't been for seeing how powerful Grom's elimination blade was before, even old Fording and Uther, who had fought against the green skins for many years, would feel that this guy was not far from death.

He was like a torch that was about to burn out.

Even if there is not enough fuel, he is still doing his best to burn himself, and at the same time severely scald others.

"It's better for you to say a few words less and save some strength."

Bu Laike made a sad expression, covered his face and said:

"I'm really afraid that you'd be too excited and accidentally cough up your lungs. You should know that in this situation, you can actually recover to your strongest state immediately by drinking a sip of the devil's blood, right?"

"swish"

The blood-red skeleton battle ax swung like a whirlwind, and arrived in front of the pirates. The burst of murderous aura made the irascible Tarbuk, which was infected by evil energy, so frightened that its hooves weakened.

Bu Laike's words seemed to touch Grom's taboo, the orc chief stared at him under his messy hair, and said viciously:

"I'm not going to drink that stuff again and don't bring it up in front of me!"

"I hope so."

The pirate blinked his eyes and stopped irritating Grom. Then, he glanced at the Anihelan molten pool not far ahead, gestured to everyone, and said:

"Okay, put away your weapons, and I'll take you in."

After speaking, Bu Laike opened his mouth and shouted towards the surrounding area.

There was clearly a movement to speak, but no sound came out. Only the sin tablets carried by several people shone a little, which meant that the power of the void had impacted them just now.

Under the pirate's call, a group of lower-level demons who had been controlled by him before quickly gathered from hiding places around them, and each of them maintained a fierce posture but stayed very docile by the pirate's side.

Bu Laike took out a chain and clasped it on his wrist, then threw the chain to the demon beside him, then picked up the dirt on the ground and wiped it on his face and body, making a miserable gesture of a prisoner in distress.

His action made everyone else understand what he was thinking.

So everyone followed suit.

Soon, a group of low-level demons showing off their might pushed a group of captured intruder prisoners into the outermost position of the molten pool of Annihelan.

A few demons wanted to take over the group of prisoners, but were beaten up by the arrogant angry guards who commanded the demon guards beside them.

The lucky bastard yelled under the envious eyes of other demons that he wanted to send these spies of the Holy Light Legion to the abyss lord as food and receive a reward by the way.

The demons in this damn place of Krokuun are always dealing with the weak Krokuun, and they rarely stand a chance of real combat.

These bastards have captured these genuine paladins from nowhere. With this feat, they may be transferred to the Antoran wasteland to participate in the real war of destruction.

For the brutal and chaotic demons by nature, only participating in wars can satisfy their frantic desire for destruction, and only plundering souls in wars can make them grow faster.

Therefore, in the Burning Legion, the demons who were dispatched to the fringes for leisure were the unlucky ones who offended their superiors, and those cannon fodder who could be sent to the cruel frontline were the ghosts favored by their superiors.

These brutal things are exactly the opposite of the war mode in the mortal world. It can only be said to be a terrible cultural difference.

"Front."

Uther, who was being escorted to walk towards the inside of the position under the greedy gaze of a group of demons who deliberately made various strange sounds to scare people, raised his head. The big knight whose face was covered with black ash and mud and whose hair was deliberately messed up quickly It was discovered that there were several lower-level fear demon kings patrolling in the second position ahead.

He whispered a warning to Bo Laike, the pirate winked his eyes, signaled not to be afraid, and moved on.

When approaching several lower-level dreadlords who came forward to check, Bu Laike raised his head, and looked at the few dreadlords with eyes that were shining with purple light, and easily pulled them into the lure of the void phantom sound.

Nathrezim are indeed nearly immune to spiritual magic, but there is a limit to the resistance of the lower dreadlords after all.

Facing an Old God who wants to play Metal Gear Solid when they can fight their way in, it's going to be hard for them to spot Braike's disguise.

This is tantamount to racing a wheelchair against a Ferrari, regardless of whether you will win or not. Do you think this level of confrontation is appropriate?

"We're taking prisoners!"

Several Nathrezim shook their heads on the spot, then decisively took over the control of several prisoners with harsh voices, and even clashed with the demon guards who were unwilling to be robbed of credit.

Amidst the howling of a group of chaotic demons looking for fun, the two sides fought in situ.

This little chaos spread rapidly, until nearly a hundred nearby demons of all kinds were swept in to form a large-scale chaos, and Braike and his party took advantage of the chaos and were almost unimpeded by the lower-level fear demon king. The deepest part of the Anishran Molten Pool.

After avoiding the magma pool where several abyss lords were bathing, the pirates and paladins walked into the fortress deep in the demon defense line. When they approached here, even without the perception of the death knight, they could clearly feel something. A cold breath of death was impacting their sanity.

The Helm of Dominion is over this fortress!

"Isn't this too easy?"

After entering this demon fortress, Old Fording already felt that something was wrong. He easily broke free from the chain in his hand, and said to the other paladins very depressed:

"It seems that we were really unlucky and jumped into the trap."

"No, we jumped into the trap on our own initiative. It has nothing to do with bad luck."

Uther pulled out the Silver Hand hammer with his backhand, Maraad also silently put on his immovable seal ring, and the other paladins pulled out their weapons one after another.

They are ready for battle.

Bu Laike made a gesture and asked several junior dreadlords to guard the door. They walked up the empty stairs and soon came to the second floor of this quiet fortress.

There are black demon cages all over here, and a Krokul Breaker is imprisoned in each cage, and several strange-looking draenei are lying in several cages.

When he saw them, Maraad's eyes widened immediately, and he exclaimed:

"Pure eredar. Each of them has been light-forged. These are the legendary soldiers of the Holy Light Legion! They are really imprisoned here!"

But the eyes of Old Fording and Uther and Bo Laike have been attracted by something else.

A battle helmet.

A full-face battle helmet made of peculiar gray-black steel, with seven spikes on the top, symmetrically shaped like a crown of thorns, and surrounded by strange horns of demons.

On the front of the top of the helmet, a demon spike carving with sharp double horns is artistically shaped.

The front part of this battle helmet is shaped into a weird skull shape, and there is an inscription of the commanding rune and a drop-shaped gemstone inlaid on the forehead.

That thing shone with alternating blue and green light. Although it was not worn, it was just placed on a cold platform, but when looking directly at the dark eye sockets of this battle helmet, you would feel like Looking straight into the abyss of death.

It's chilling.

"Helm of Domination!"

Uther uttered a cry, grasped the holy hammer and was about to step forward, but was grabbed by Bu Laike, and the pirate drew out the Saramani battle sword, saying:

"Not just that. Hey! I see you, get out!"

The pirate's scolding sound carried a strong impact from the void. In the collision of invisible forces, the aftermath that corrupted the mind "blew up" the three Nathrezim fear lords hidden around the helmet of domination.

These three guys are all "old acquaintances" of Bo Laike.

At the forefront is Balnazar with his arms folded and a gloomy expression on his face.

On the left is Tichondrius stroking the Helm of Dominion and laughing eerily, and on the right is Mal'Ganis staring at Bu Laike with fire-breathing eyes.

The Big Three of the Dreadlords of the Burning Legion who can be invited to appear together as a "gift" to Bu Laike, especially the "noble status" of the stinky pirates in the eyes of the Nathrezim group.

"I knew that you group of rotten fish and rotten shrimps would not be willing to fail."

Bu Laike leaned on Salamani, and said in a very bored tone as if he was hating nougat:

"What? Are you ready to fight me in Argus? Are you sure you have this strength? Maybe I should remind you that the last fiasco made you lose your queen to me!"

The pirate made a provocative gesture, rubbed his fingers, and said in a strange tone:

"Hehe, I have to say, Jin Taisha is really moist."

"Just blow it."

Balnazar will disdainfully say:

"If you had really slept with that crazy woman, you wouldn't have made such a childish provocation. From what I know about Jin Tessa, she can eat you up in bed.

The woman had teeth in every mouth. "

"hehehe"

The dirty Nathrezim joke had Tichondrius bouncing back with laughter, and the cunning thing shot sparks in the air as it rubbed its claws.

It looked at Bo Laike with its pale cheeks, and said with a grin:

"Stop talking nonsense with him, Balnazar, this bastard doesn't know what he's going to face, he foolishly stepped into our ridiculous trap, I thought he was always rational.

In the end, he was nothing but an idiot.

Come on, summon the Garotsi Legion of Kingaros and destroy these ridiculous alien warriors. You are too far from home, little ones, you will die here, and your identities and names.

You're welcome!

Hahaha, don't worry.

We will take good care of your family. "

"Bo Laike, we also know you're sued for being a bad bastard!"

Mal'Ganis yelled:

"As long as you can get out of here alive, then we will admit defeat! We will send the Helm of Domination as promised."

"hum"

Amidst the sinister laughter of the three fear demon kings, their figures turned into bats flying all over the sky and disappeared in place together with the helmet of dominance.

The pirate raised his head and saw that the dome of the demon fortress was quickly burned by the flames from the sky, and then a terrifying red enhanced version of the magic mech descended from the sky, and smashed his fists on the fortress, destroying the demon fortress with one blow. Most of them collapsed.

This is just the beginning.

When the paladins rushed out of the collapsed fortress with the weak prisoners of the Holy Light Legion and Kroku prisoners in disgrace, there were already twelve magic mechas and Seven abyss lords and thousands of demons are besieging them.

In terms of numbers alone, people like Bu Laike have to kill more than a thousand demons on average to escape.

Or they could just do nothing and pray to the Light amidst a horde of demons trying to eat them, hoping for a miracle.

"What exactly is your plan?"

Seeing the demons swarming up, Uther grabbed the hammer and said to Bu Laike beside him:

"It's this time, don't hide any means. Didn't you say that stepping into the trap is a respect for the trap? We have enough respect for it now, what's next?"

"Pray to the Holy Light that we escape today."

Bo Laike rolled his eyes and said something.

The bastard even put away his weapon, as if he had no intention of fighting the demons at all.

"You are kidding?"

Old Fording shouted and roared.

Then he saw Bo Laike knelt down on one knee and prayed like the paladins. The bastard didn't even know where to find a string of holy light beads.

"Codes!"

The paladin was forced to swear, he felt dizzy putting all his hopes on a crazy pirate, and Bo Laike couldn't die, but they couldn't.

So several paladins immediately made preparations for a desperate battle. Before the fight, Old Fording routinely prayed to the Holy Light for victory in his heart and complained about Bu Laike's unreliability.

It's just a process.

The paladins did not expect a real response from the Holy Light, but today was different.

At the moment when Old Fording finished praying, he clearly heard a voice that seemed to sound from the light, a very familiar voice.

"Back!"

"Ok?"

Old Fording looked at the sky in surprise, he saw a little golden light shining in the dark sky, he exclaimed:

"Mograine?"

"Do not!"

Bo Laike grinned, put aside the disguise props in his hand, and said:

"I think at this time, you should respectfully call him 'archbishop'."

(end of this chapter)