Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1672 40. The mighty little murloc, a sick pirate

"Archimonde isn't going to show up. A little polluter is quite ostentatious. Maybe it thinks it can kill us all by relying on these demons."

Watching the Illidari enter the battlefield from the flank, it only took a few minutes to shake the speed of the demon's advance, and the pirate who was "supervising the battle" standing on the throne of Thor immediately pouted.

He didn't see the polluter appearing in the attacking devil's camp for the first time, and that guy actually only sent a legion warrior to attack the anti-magic coalition's line built on the molten pool of Annihelan.

I don't know if it's arrogance or temptation?

But Garald chose the command very well. His position was easy to defend and difficult to attack. Even the demons who had the numerical advantage could not fully deploy their troops, and had to charge upwards against the firepower of the coalition forces.

As a result, the lower-level demons had just rushed through the position where a large number of dwarf mines had been laid, and they were hit head-on by the mage troops commanded by the archmage Rommath.

The mages lined up along the fel ridge. There was no need to describe what kind of ice storm or arcane tear, just pick a place with a lot of people and throw it.

As far as the demons' crowd-crowding attack method is concerned, they don't have to worry about not being able to hit people.

Among them, Khadgar, the old man with white beard, was the most active. This guy didn't know what the fuss was. He was already showing his old age, but he actually followed Antonidas and started to grow a beard.

At first glance, it looks like a purple Gandalf.

Although it is more difficult to directly extract the original magic power in the Twisting Nether in Argus than to control arcane magic, the original magic power is more violent and difficult to operate. For low-level mages, controlling such magic power is no different from suicide, but they can be transferred to Argus advance The spellcasters in the army are all big bosses.

After getting familiar with it, playing with this kind of violent magic power is a matter of grasping, and this kind of primitive magic power is not without benefits. The magic they create is more destructive and even beyond the control of the caster himself.

Ordinary arcane missiles would turn into terrifying gadgets like "arcane battering rams" when thrown.

Under the impact of the magic frenzy, the first wave of cannon fodder of the demons quickly dispersed, and a group of warriors of various races also took the opportunity to rush out of the battle line to harvest heads.

But this wave of lost demons is not even a drop in the bucket for Archimonde's army, and the big demon still hasn't appeared.

"The heart of evil energy is still there."

Little Xingxing, who likes to fight with the wind, also took the time to throw a few lightning whips on the heads of the demons. She ran back excitedly wearing a mage hat, and said to Bu Laike with a worried face:

"How much we kill, how many demons can be born over there.

If I were Archimonde, I wouldn't be in a hurry, just use cannon fodder to consume our energy until we are tired and swarm up to finish us off. "

"So even you see it's a trap?"

Bu Laike glanced at Little Xingxing in surprise, thinking how this idiot is so smart today, he said with a pipe in his mouth:

"That's right, Garald knows that the decisive point is not on the frontal battlefield, and Archimonde also knows that if we want to win, we have to sneak into Nathrax Fortress and destroy the Fel Heart there.

The polluters are waiting for us there.

Its ruthless commander doesn't care about the lives of lower-level demons at all. As you said, no matter how hard we slaughter, it's just useless work.

This wave of attacks is not even a temptation, it is a kind of 'urging'.

The Polluter is inviting us to step into its territory, to be precise, me, that bastard must be waiting to meet me and you again. "

"Me? Why is this still my business?"

The idiot Blue Dragon widened his eyes and said:

"I didn't mess with Archimonde! I haven't seen it many times."

"Who slapped the Defiler's face in Dalaran in full view?"

The pirate glanced at the little star and said:

"Don't think you can run away. If you don't get rid of Archimonde here, with the polluter's spellcasting level, once it blocks our retreat, you will suffer.

It's going to take you to the bone, and it's taking your head for a drink, and trust me, that bastard can do that. "

"Okay! So this is your purpose!"

Little Xingxing realized that she had been fooled, she screamed and threw away the pen and paper in her hand, and rushed to pinch Bo Laike's neck and shouted:

"You just want to force me to go to the battlefield, have you considered all this kind of thing? I said why I ran over and you didn't object at all, but what's wrong with me being a salted fish?

You have to watch me fight to the death with the devil to make you happy, right?

Hate you! "

"Be normal."

Bu Laike patted the crazy little star's hand away, pointed to the Nathrax Fortress in front of her and said:

"Let's go, let's go there! Don't worry about it here, Garrod can take care of the front line, anyway, no matter how big the disadvantage is, it's a sure-win battle. Hey, little idiot, can you untie it?

Give me an accurate word! "

He lowered his head and glanced at the little murloc who was sitting at his feet, holding the box of mysteries and rattling around. Benbo Erba raised his head and croaked twice to Bu Laike, and showed the twisted murloc in his hand. A box of mysteries that has reached 70% completion.

The little murloc is in good condition today, and it feels that it will be able to untie this thing in a while.

"Very good, then you will be the vanguard!"

Bu Laike was satisfied and said to the little murloc:

"It's up to you to give Archimonde a surprise first, and let that blind demon see how powerful the murlocs are!"

"Gah!"

Ben Boerba thought the idea was brilliant.

It lowered its head again and began to spin the Enchanting Box. Anyway, it doesn't rely on its skill level to play this thing, it relies on its luck. As long as it is lucky, it can be cracked violently by twisting it casually.

Little Xingxing reluctantly drove the Throne of Thor full of dwarf cameras towards the Nathrax Fortress. Halfway through the road, the pirate activated the crown of rulers suspended behind his head, and the second The shadow of the world is fixed on himself.

He lowered the height of the little star, and covered the group of people who were speeding below into a mobile barrier, making them completely disappear from the perception of the demons, and headed for the Nathrax Fortress like non-existent guests.

"Garrosh! Push your father and run!"

Bu Laike shouted down from mid-air:

"If you're going to fall behind, I don't care about you. Is it so slow to push a wheelchair at such a young age? Did you put too much effort on Agna?"

"Shut up! Smelly pirate!"

Running below and pushing Grom Hellscream's wheelchair to almost a hundred miles, Shaoxia Hou shouted into the sky angrily.

This damn Krokuhn's road is too difficult to walk, the wheels of his father's Titanium Iron wheelchair are about to rub sparks, but the speed just can't be increased, what the hell.

The others were all galloping on Talbuk sheep, and the group of demon hunters was even more outrageous, they flew away.

Shaoxia Hou's ability to push the wheelchair and run so fast has proved the strength of the orc warrior. It seems that he has not exercised less during this period of time. Of course, Grom is still not satisfied with his "propelling speed".

The orc's big daddy, who had been violent all his life, wanted to use his blood howl to "speed up" his weak son, but sitting in the wheelchair, he could already feel the blood in his body that had dried up already being revived.

Those poisonous things seemed to sense their villainous masters, and they began to flow through Grom's body again.

This made the orc chief's eyes red, and his breathing became heavy. The growth of the magic blood did not bring much power, but it was like the "throne of the benefactor" that was opened by the suffering back then. Bewitched by the familiar feeling when he drank the devil's blood.

A violent desire for destruction was impacting Grom Hellscream's mind, and the greatest malice from the Twisting Nether was urging Grom to return to the chaotic camp of destruction.

This is a spiritual confrontation.

And compared to his young and stupid self, after so many years of experience, Grom is no longer what he used to be. He used his burning will to shape the armor of his heart to protect himself from being that person. A violent man who is hated by everyone.

But he didn't do it to please others.

Under the surprised gaze of the pirates on the high-altitude platform, Hellscream, who was obviously summoned by the devil's blood, closed his eyes and suppressed his frantic aura bit by bit.

It's hard to imagine how this old orc, whose flame of life was dying, managed to do this.

But there is no doubt that when Grom opened his eyes again, there was only a daunting coldness and death in those bloodshot eyes.

It was absolute peace!

That was the deadliest state of a soldier before he was ready for a desperate fight, maintaining an extremely rational mind while maintaining endless anger.

Harnessing anger with will and power with mind make them killing machines that terrorize all enemies.

Seeing the embarrassed look of Shaoxia Hou who was pushing the wheelchair and running, Bu Laike curled his lips again. He calculated the distance to the Naslax Fortress across the battlefield under the shadow of the world, and then Raising his left hand on the throne, he snapped his fingers in a gust of wind like the coquettish gesture of a certain purple sweet potato spirit who snapped his fingers when he proclaimed his destiny.

The Heart Energy of the Wind God on the boots was activated, and the states of the Four Winds began to superimpose.

As the first round of extremely cold north wind blew, an invisible thrust was exerted on everyone around, making their speed super doubled.

Especially the demon hunters with wings. Under the superposition of layers of cold air, the speed of these guys almost surpassed the speed of sound in an instant, roaring across large swaths of fel magma molten pools, and the moment the shadow of the world was shattered, it was like a meteorite It smashed into the elite demons that were lining up in the inner area of ​​Nathrax Fortress with a whistling sound.

And when they landed, the cold north wind changed instantly, and the grinding east wind rose again. Under the precise control of the pirates, the howling east wind hit the attacked demons like a heavy hammer. The daemons slowed, and the breath of the east wind extinguished the fel fire burning within them.

Its attached "Wind of Severing" enchantment wraps around the weapons of every Demon Hunter and Uncrowned Assassin who appears from the shadows, making those Aldrachi Warglaives and Titan Shining Blades sharp enough In addition to the deadly magic cut.

In this wave, under the operation of the "assistant master" stinky pirate, those demons who were raided were chopped off one layer at a time.

Of course, such a deadly attack is still a drop in the bucket for the total number of demons, but at least it has momentum!

Moreover, the attacks of the demon hunters are more to create chaos and attract attention, because the real big killing move is not them.

"Quack quack!"

On the throne of Thunder God suspended in the sky, the little murloc used his pathetic lung capacity to utter the sharpest battle cry since its birth.

At the moment when the shadow of the world was removed, under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of ferocious demons, Benbo Erba raised the box of mystery in his hand, and pushed himself a block to the start position while moving his claws.

With a soft "click", a creepy chaotic magic power began to erupt over the Nathrax Fortress.

"That thing is going to explode! Stop posing ugly, hurry up!"

Bu Laike kicked the triumphant little murloc, who threw the box of puzzles that was about to be activated into the air.

Bu Laike, who is manipulating the four winds, soars into the air, flickering in the air with a classic posture of an upside-down golden hook, and accurately kicks on the box of fans flying in the air with the 20-year-old national football technique.

With a whoosh, the black box of mystery that was constantly peeling off the ladder flew into the most densely populated demons in the front hall of the Nathrax Fortress like a football shell shot by a tiger.

Afterwards, seven-color streamers bloomed there.

Good guy, it started with a legendary rainbow jet, which instantly melted the unlucky demons around it, and then it was like a magic exhibition among the stars, the damn Pandora's box was finally opened by the stupid and lucky murloc, And bloom your own void charm in this demonic land.

From the lowest-level fireball technique, Hand of Fire, to the transformation of sheep and group teleportation, which require a certain amount of spellcasting ability to master, and the double material of legendary meteorite technique and shaman earthquake technique, which appeared in a frenzy of various magics combination.

The sharp-eyed little Xingxing even saw that the Box of Mysteries used the legendary creature summoning technique, and summoned a few bewildered Krasis thugs from the sea of ​​darkness.

It wasn't until this moment that the stunned little Xingxing finally understood what the ugly black box that the little murloc was playing with all the time represented.

She stared tremblingly at the little murloc Benbo Erba who was standing proudly with her hips akimbo, in the background of the tens of thousands of magic waves raging in the demon formation, and holding a dwarf selfie stick to take a handsome photo of herself.

she screamed:

"You little bastard! In the past period of time, you dangled this dangerous thing in front of my eyes every day! Damn! Am I walking on the edge of hell these days?

No wonder I always feel the wind is blowing. It turns out that my death star is shining.

Kill you! "

The stupid blue dragon chased the little murloc screaming and whipping on Thor's throne.

But Laike ignored these two live treasures. He recorded the magic spewing out in front of his eyes. When he counted to 666, the magic in the box weakened obviously, which made the pirate very regretful.

It seems that the demons were lucky and didn't win the ultimate prize of 999, but that's not bad, after all, the strong fortress built on the mountain in front of them was almost destroyed by half.

Archimonde, who was hiding inside as a master, and Maronus, who was comfortably soaking in the magma bath, were buried in the collapse of the mountain, and that was enough.

"Hey, don't draw your sword yet, are you not going to play?"

Illidan, who had already grasped the Supreme Blade and was about to jump into the chaotic battlefield, "glanced" at Bo Laike, who was smoking a pipe, and said:

"Still in your words, holding back the big move?"

"Uh, no, cough cough."

The pirate touched his heart pretendingly, exhaled smoke rings and said:

"I haven't been in good health for the past few days. I always feel uncomfortable. Although I can't say it, I just feel uncomfortable. In short, I can't fight with all my strength. It will bring you terrible trouble.

But don't worry. "

Bo Laike moved a bit, made a coquettish gesture of preparing to dive on the left edge, and winked at Illidan and said:

"I will use another form to help you isolate the connection between the demons inside and outside the Nathrax Fortress. I will help you block the door and fight to your heart's content.

Don't forget to pick some unique skulls as gifts for me. "

After finishing speaking, the pirate jumped down from the sky, sat and landed freely, and plunged into the molten pool of fel energy created by the abyss lords outside the fortress while the little star and the little murloc stared dumbfounded.

He quickly disappeared into the high-temperature green magma, as if he had been completely melted.

But no one would think that a bastard like Bu Laike would be scalded to death by magma, so he must be preparing some weird tricks. Illidan "looked" at the little star a second before rushing off the battlefield, and he said:

"Is he not well? Is he ill?"

Facing this question, Little Xingxing suddenly thought of the terrifying thing he saw in Mac'Aree, nodded his head like a pounding garlic, and said solemnly:

"He's very sick, really don't let him go to the battlefield, something will happen!"

(end of this chapter)