Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1673 41. Illidan the Bloody Hand Demon Slayer, Grom, the Wheelchair God of War

Bo Laike said he was sick.

If Illidan believes a word of this, it means that Brother Dan is mentally handicapped, but the proof of the little star makes Illidan a little surprised.

At the same time that Brother Dan fell from the sky like a predatory bat, smashed into the chaotic demons stunned by the magic tide, and threw the supreme blade to harvest the lives of more than a dozen demon guards with ease, Brother Dan was still thinking about that The case of stinky pirates.

Combined with the strange feeling he felt when he returned from Mac'Aree, Illidan thinks that Bo Laike should not be sick, maybe there is something wrong with his strength?

After all, Brother Dan never sees every life with the naked eye because he is blind. He has a unique hunter perception that allows him to perceive things that the naked eye cannot see.

The previous Bu Laike made him feel like a clown with swords in the dark, cold, funny and dangerous.

But today's pirates are not.

If I had to describe it, it would super-evolve from a knife-wielding clown to a clown king. Uh, that's not quite accurate. It should be promoted from a schemer in the shadows to a savage behemoth in the shadows.

He is forcing himself to sleep, and no one can predict what will happen once he wakes up.

This is both good news and bad news.

The good news is that Illidan can be sure that Bo Laike has a terrible hole in his hand, which could turn the tide of the battle in a dangerous situation.

The bad news is that Bo Laike in the hidden phase may kill his teammates first before killing the enemy.

Well, this is really a difficult choice.

Although he was playing a small theater about stinky pirates in his heart, this did not affect Illidan's crazy slaughter after landing.

The more slender supreme blade in the hand gathers the war wisdom of the Aldrachi people, and it becomes sharper and deadlier after drinking the blood of demons.

Brother Dan felt that he didn't need to use too much force at all, and the slender blood-red sharp blade with serrated teeth could easily cut through the skulls and flesh of the demon warriors.

It's as easy and simple as a hot knife cutting into a block of butter.

The great demon hunter feels joy in this.

This means that with the same energy consumption, he can hack and kill more demons, so Illidan "danced lightly" under the roar of the demons in the background of the mountain being shaken by the explosion of the box of mystery. ".

Uh, here's an extra word.

Although the demon hunters are a group of dark and cruel story owners with bitter hatred and deep hatred, if we don't discuss the background and only look at the skills and methods of using power, these guys are undoubtedly masters of martial arts among the elves.

Their fighting posture is light and deadly, elegant and bloodthirsty, which is also the common characteristic of all elf warriors.

The most striking example is the former Phoenix sword master Salorian, who has retired and went to work as the concierge of Lady Golden Sword's Mage Tower. His Phoenix swordsmanship is world-renowned for its gorgeous and deadly skills.

No matter how other races imitate, it is difficult to imitate the unique sense of killing art of elf warriors, and Brother Dan is one of the best.

Even though he had absorbed too much evil energy and had already turned into a half-demon, even that distorted body shape couldn't change the guy's elven habits deep in his bones.

He waved his double blades on the spot like a whirlwind to set off a killing storm, and the supreme blade in his hand roared ecstatically, enjoying the joy of killing brought by his "mobile knife holder".

It greedily devours the essence of those losers. Every demon killed by the knife will increase the aura of the fearless war spirit. Illidan can feel the supreme blade in his hand start to become hot, like two hands It's the same as fighting with two groups of magma.

This weapon is really good!

It is no exaggeration to say that this is definitely the strongest blade Illidan has seen since its birth.

The only problem is that he is too noisy. The Fearless War Spirit is like a mental patient who has lived alone for tens of thousands of years. He has been screaming and roaring since the beginning of the killing, acting as if he can kill the enemy with a battle cry.

"That's it! Kill! Kill as much as you want! Kill everyone you see! Dancing and singing in the sea of ​​​​their corpses! Not enough! Not enough! I desire more killing, I desire more blood!"

"Look! That bastard wanted to run away, it was frightened, hahaha, the sheep is in the mouth of the tiger, rush over! Kill it!"

Dauntless is like playing a "voice control game".

While enjoying the pleasure of war, he kept giving Illidan random orders, asking his servants to kill those ugly demons that he didn't like.

That's right, all demons will be hacked to death!

But the ugly ugly guy has to die first!

"Be quiet, it will affect my hunting."

After ten minutes of silence, Illidan couldn't take it anymore, and he yelled at the humming Supreme Blade in his hand:

"This is my hunt! Unless you can help me kill more demons, then shut up and enjoy your twisted pleasures, and I'll kill them all."

"Isn't it power? Take it away! If you can command you with the power of killing, then you will definitely become a loyal servant of the fearless, stop talking nonsense!

Take my power and show me more fun. "

Faced with Illidan's scolding, the Fearless War Spirit laughed and generously fed back the power of the Supreme Blade to Illidan, and the feedback of the killing power belonging to the Aldrachi made Brother Dan feel struck by lightning in an instant.

Too big, too hot, too sharp.

Is this the power of the warrior who fought Sargeras head-on and slashed the god?

Brother Dan felt like a balloon that was constantly inflated, and it was about to explode in an instant, and those violent forces were rampant in his body.

He must release these forces before he is exploded.

In the next moment, Illidan decisively released the inner demon and turned into a demon on the spot. The power of the supreme blade greatly changed Dange's demon form.

In addition to the original wings, tumbling evil flames and coquettish demon horns, hideous bone spurs grew on his back, arms and body.

Roaring in the sky, a blazing prairie fire engulfed the demons within tens of yards around him like magma rolling, and smashed these brutal things to death in the storm of sharp blades intertwined with flames.

This brutal offensive, let alone a demon, even the Illidari were shocked for a moment, and then the demon hunters cheered for their powerful master in unison.

The morale brought up by Illidan was so strong that they followed Brother Dan to fight left and right, and even the uncrowned were mobilized.

Garona glanced apprehensively at the big demon hunter who was slaughtering in the billowing flames. She felt that Illidan, who was originally a cruel and evil male god, was also influenced by Bu Laike.

Look at his crazy appearance, isn't this just a demonized stinky pirate?

Sure enough, the Demon of Thousand Tongues is extremely poisonous, so we should stay away from him in the future.

"Ah, I've been imprisoned for so long that I can relish even such a pathetic and uninteresting killing."

The fearless war spirit in the supreme blade is satisfied with the wonderful touch of his war blade cutting up the demon.

This made the Dauntless feel sad again, the myth of the aldrachi has been silent for too long, and such a garbage demon he once sent a small army can easily clean up.

After their death, the battle in this space has become too boring.

The scumbag demons who would scatter even when encountering the battle banners of the aldrachis now dare to call themselves strong

Alas, this group of stars obviously needs more advanced warfare to teach everyone what true power is. This group of Illidari is good enough, crazy enough, determined enough, and cold-blooded enough.

These new recruits can become aldrachi war totem bearers.

"Roar! Bugs! You have angered me!"

Just when Illidan was madly slaughtering the demons inside the fortress with the eruption of the Box of Enchantment, a loud, thunderous sound resounded from the crushed rocks of the collapsed mountain. come out.

Maronos the Destroyer still bears the scars of being crushed by huge boulders. Judging by the pillars of fel energy it spewed from the nostrils of its inverted triangular head, it can be seen that the brute force overlord of the Burning Legion will be in a bad mood.

This is actually understandable.

Anyone who is cleaned by a group of bugs while taking a comfortable bath will feel "wake up". Just now, the king of big ass was lying in his comfortable fel magma, dreaming of destroying the world, and suddenly the whole mountain collapsed up.

Half of the mountain is pressing on it, which not only makes it hurt but also disturbs its sweet dreams.

Do you really think that saboteurs have no temper?

Maronos, who rushed out of the ruins of the mountain with anger, wanted to give a severe lesson to the miscellaneous things that disturbed his dream, but he saw Illidan's crazy form at a glance, which made the destroyer feel better all of a sudden. up.

Well, that bug is kind of interesting.

It looks like it can be beaten for a long time. Finally, there was some fun in the boring time when Archimonde called him to town.

what!

Tough bugs!

Die! ——

"It's coming!"

"It's inside!"

At this time, outside the Nathrax Fortress, Grom, who was sitting on a Titan Iron wheelchair, deftly threw Gorecry and headshot an Evil Flame Demon crawling out of the lava pool. The lieutenant took back the scorching Gorehowl in his hand.

The old orc in the deadly calm felt the shaking of the ground, he heard the familiar roar, and the blood in his body swelled even more arrogantly.

This made Grom fasten the wheelchair frame at hand.

He knew that the opportunity he had been waiting for had arrived. The demon fanatic who had enslaved the orcs until now had finally appeared, and this was the purpose of coming here.

"Garrosh! Come here! Push me!"

The old man yelled.

But his weak son is holding two axes and following Zhu Taran, a group of human paladins and the hunters of Commander Rexxar, fighting against the demons that keep coming.

Hou Shaoxia heard his father's call, but he was really inseparable from the three-headed demon attack.

There is no other way.

Although they used the Shadow of the World all the way to reach the main fortress without disturbing the demon army, these warriors and paladins had no wings or grappling hooks, so they couldn't climb over the 100-meter-high demon city wall in front of them.

They could only stay outside to meet the demon hunters and assassins who were fighting among them. This job was not difficult at first. The demon army was driven to attack the base camp of the Anti-Demon Alliance Army, and no one paid attention to the rear.

Until Benboerba dropped the box of mysteries

After seeing the Nathrax Fortress being blown up, some demon commanders had already returned to help, which increased the pressure on the soldiers outside the door.

Fortunately, they also have a teleported naaru to support them.

The crazy gray and white Naruzlali and Zela are totally two extreme styles. The Mother of the Holy Light never uses the power of the Holy Light to do anything wrong, but Zlali uses her scorching holy light as a weapon to attack the surroundings. of demons.

Probably because dismantling Revenders gave her some kind of inspiration. In short, the moment the gray-white naaru appeared on the stage, it began to rain down extremely positive energy around the fortress to bombard the ground.

It looks very beautiful and shiny.

But hitting the demons will melt them instantly, and that scene is really scary.

As for Lao Hou, he never got help from the "wheelchair pusher", and the old orc also lost his temper.

He curled his lips, glared at his weak son, shook his head and pushed the wheel of the wheelchair and began to move towards the gate of the demon fortress blocked by the molten pool of fel energy.

The Box of Mysteries dropped by Benbo Erba has already shattered the solid magic steel gate. Judging from the years of professional experience of Lao Hou's demolition house, it only needs to be repaired at the broken point with an ax to smash it into pieces. open.

Then a very strange scene appeared on the battlefield.

While the mortal warriors were fighting frantically with the terrifying demons, a gray-haired orc old man pinned his battle ax to his wheelchair, pushed the hub with both hands and started to leave the main formation and head towards the demon fortress.

Grom pushed quickly.

This made his wheelchair start to accelerate. He can actually walk, but he needs to preserve his strength as much as possible to deal with the next battle of life and death.

His wheelchair was accelerating.

Run over the demons whose headshots he shot, and gallop across the land covered with blood and magma.

There were sparks jumping out from the hub, and the magma in front of him was also erupting, and molten monsters crawled out of the magma. These scorching demons like skinned monsters laughed wildly and blocked the pathetic crippled orc.

They laughed heartily at Lao Hou's overreaching.

Hello!

The old orc who can't even walk should go back and take the children, don't go to the battlefield like others, okay?

But Lao Hou didn't care.

Although in the past, facing such a provocation, he would definitely pull out his tomahawk and chop off the heads of these bastards fiercely, but now he only has the door in front of him in his eyes.

To be precise, the great demon destroyer who appeared behind the door.

That was the enemy he had chosen for himself.

The final enemy.

Lao Hou continued to accelerate.

The speed of his wheelchair was already close to the warrior's charge, and the melters in front of him also drew their weapons and prepared to overthrow this stupid old orc.

Grom had already grasped the handle of Gorehowl's ax in the speeding wheelchair.

Just as the two sides were about to collide in the background of the falling meteorite, a loud noise suddenly appeared behind the molten demons.

Amidst the green magma tumbling, a huge fire elemental titan set off magma meteorites flying all over the sky, appearing arrogantly on the battlefield of this devil.

It has the body of Ragnaros, the Lord of Fire, and the explosive majesty of the real Lord of Fire, but the burning flames on his face form a vaguely handsome face that is very similar to that of a stinky pirate.

It also has signature blue eyes.

Frankly speaking, this seriously undermined the destructive majesty that the Fire Demon King should have. After all, an elemental with a handsome face is so incongruous.

But this does not affect the state of Laike at this time.

It was the first time he entered the form of the Fire Demon King with the help of the heat of the fel magma, he laughed wildly and raised his left hand, shaping a huge golden war hammer in the boiling flames, and slammed the war hammer viciously in the shaking of the earth and mountains. Smash it down, smashing those stunned melters into pathetic obsidian shards.

Afterwards, the Fire Demon Dynasty blew a whistle of tens of thousands of degrees of heat to Grom, and the old orc laughed wildly and urged the wheelchair to wipe the demon's corpse and fly into the air.

At the moment of crossing the molten pool, it was held by the giant hand of Bu Laike, the king of fire demon, and then slammed into the magic steel gate behind him like a throwing ball.

The crimson terrifying anger erupted at this moment, and amidst the loud noise that shook the battlefield, the 100-meter-high magic steel giant door was smashed to pieces.

This scene made the soldiers who were fighting fiercely stare wide-eyed.

The always calm master Zhu Taran knocked away a demon hound that was pounced on him with a slap, and the outburst of true anger beat the bastard's brains evenly, but the master monk rubbed his eyes now, It was like seeing something incredible.

Beside him, wearing the white tiger battle armor and holding two tiger-headed fists, Master Wan Xueliu, who was doing a big kill, exclaimed even more:

"My God! Look at that orc maniac!"

"He broke down the gate of Nathrax Fortress with a wheelchair! This incident will definitely become a miracle in the history of Azeroth's wars, and the best indictment against the Burning Legion's bean curd project!"

Uh, this compliment is somewhat strange, but considering the critical situation right now, no one took the time to complain.

And in the shattered ruins of the Fel Steel Gate, Grom Hellscream staggered to his feet from his shattered Titansteel wheelchair in a frightening rage that boiled like flames.

In the outburst of anger that turned into a ghost head and roared, he crushed the head of a hapless succubus that was smashed by a burning wheelchair, and raised his head dragging a burning roar of blood, and saw the people who were fighting with him in front of him. Illidan Stormrage's Destroyer Malonos.

On Lao Hou's weak face, there was a smile of meeting old friends.

He coughed a few times and took hold of the tomahawk.

He will die here.

he knows.

But he doesn't care.

So, charge!

(end of this chapter)