Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1877 5. Mr. Sa sharpens his sword and slashes the evil gods, and the pirates sit still on the Diaoyutai

Taking Hela was just a small episode in this raging war, and getting the runes and charts for sailing the Styx was also a preparation for some things to come.

Although Laike did not directly intervene in the last crusade of the Burning Legion, he has actually been paying attention to the changes in the demonic army throughout the world while doing his own business.

He doesn't even need to mobilize himself as an evil god's authority godhead, he can control the whole situation just by seeing with his eyes.

After all, many gods have been left in advance, and they are scattered on the most exciting battlefields around the world, which is enough to bring first-hand real battle reports to their gods.

Not to mention the orcs and elves.

They are under a lot of pressure but they can still hold on. Whether it is Black Rock Mountain or Mount Hyjal, they are all battle-tested and dangerous passes. In the absence of high-level command and unified dispatch, it is not so easy for demons to rely on numbers to pass through of.

Especially when the demigods of the wilderness appeared on Mount Hyjal, and the loa gods of the troll golden empire and the god warriors supported the Burning Plains, these two most intense battlefields have entered into a tug-of-war atmosphere.

The casualties on both sides were so great that when Laike looked up, he could see the grand scene of the demon souls lining up to return to the Twisting Nether, and the little Kyrian angels, who were invisible to mortals, were also working overtime to pull people into the night world crazily.

This work intensity definitely surpassed 007.

The worst thing is that these long-legged angels don't even get overtime pay.

"I don't understand."

Beside the pirate, Da Fulong wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief while fastening the slipped clothes. Having just completed a failed trial of "surrender the evil god", she said in a lazy tone with doubts:

"If the Eternal Arbiter is down, even if those souls are sent to the Shadow Realm, they will fall into the Maw due to no arbitration, so why do these Kyrian guides bring their souls back to the Shadow Realm?

In the past, he was loyal to his duty, but now this action is meaningless. "

"There's nothing they can do without a spirit, my mate."

Lord Cthulhu lay in a very unsightly posture, basking in the sun on a sampan drifting near the Nagfar, leisurely holding a glass of golden rum with ice, while admiring the first mate in front of him. When the coquettish look.

He said softly:

"The four major kingdoms of the dead world have their own responsibilities, and orderly operation is indispensable. This kind of responsibility and work has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The control of each link represents the foundation of the existence of the four major kingdoms.

It's like in the Immortal Fleet, Udora is in charge of making money, Annie is in charge of watching the scene, Meme is in charge of being cruel, and Anaris is in charge of being a vase.

If they can't do their jobs, they will lose the meaning of gaining a foothold in the fleet, and they will be dragged down by the captains below who are eager to get ahead.

It's not that the Kyrians don't know how souls will be treated when they are brought into the Shadow Realm, and they also know that taking them back like this is equivalent to disregarding human lives, but they can't stop working.

Don't wear that one, it's fine as it is.

Come here, let's talk. "

Pirate Scraps patted the reclining chair beside him, and Sefiel glanced at himself who was only wearing a white blouse, and his two bare legs refracted colorful lights under the sunlight.

It would be embarrassing to put it in the past, but now

She tossed her hair, a trace of the mature style that had been trained to perfection released with a smile, and she stretched her legs and lay beside the captain in the appreciation of the pirates, and stretched her hand over Laike's tattooed body skillfully. Annoyed with his shoulders, he picked up his own glass of wine.

He didn't care about the springy appearance of the large blouse blowing in the sea breeze.

After all, we are married.

"Knowing that it is irresponsible to bring the soul back, these guys are still unwilling to stop. No wonder you contemptuously call them decadent and indifferent 'dogmatists'."

Seifel took a sip of wine, stretched out his wonderful figure, and let the warm sunshine "enchant" himself.

While maintaining a dignified posture and looking at the sea, his right hand followed the muscles of Lord Cthulhu intentionally or unintentionally, and finally stopped on the "pendulum" pointing to six o'clock.

He dialed it casually, and it seemed that "Engineering Apprentice" Sefiel was planning to repair the stopped pendulum.

"hiss"

Bo Laike took a breath.

He glanced at Safiel who was looking into the distance, seeing the white hair of the virtuous and virtuous bronze dragon flying in the sea breeze, he whispered:

"You learned from Xalatath?"

"Isn't she teaching Hela? I listened to it."

The first mate dragon swallowed a piece of ice, chewed it into pieces, and then bent down like a good engineer repairing a broken machine, focusing on dealing with the disobedient pendulum.

But this job is difficult and requires a certain amount of energy.

Therefore, Seifel also needs to use ice cubes to calm his mind.

The evil god who was being repaired suddenly felt icy cold, like falling into a cold cave. He saw that his first officer was so attentive, even though he was an engineering idiot, he also reached out to help join the repair work.

Ten seconds later, under the amazed gaze of the two, the suspended pendulum finally started to operate again, spinning quickly from the lifeless six o'clock to the twelve o'clock position.

"Boss, boss! Something happened in Lordaeron, the number of demons suddenly skyrocketed, and we couldn't stand it anymore."

Xieyan's startled and screaming followed by the connection between God's Chosen and the evil god conveyed to the spirit of the pirates, but Laike didn't care about those mundane things at all.

He felt that he had been cursed, and in a trance, he turned into a group of fierce horses galloping on the endless prairie, and an overpowering female knight wanted to tame him.

The swung whip crackled, and the pulled reins were accompanied by a deep neigh.

That's the real big deal.

The evil god does not allow his prodigal son to be tamed casually.

That's embarrassing.

"You can figure it out!"

Bu Laike's scolding sound came down to Xieyan who was eagerly waiting for the boss to make a decision in the weird accompaniment, and by the way, a very unpleasant void impact was added.

The evil eye, which was smashed so hard, fell into the trench dug by the Knights of the Silver Hand with a groan, and the goblin steel helmet on its head also spun out.

It startled the skinny boy with the binoculars next to him.

The troll Zarak even pushed the helmet above his head, trying to pull up the shameful evil eyes, but unexpectedly, two demon assassins rushed out from the side, screaming and pounced on them, but was punched one by one by the troll magician It became a mosaic-like patty.

"Scared me to death."

He kicked the flesh and blood mosaic under his feet, wiped his unbroken fist and screamed.

The muffled roar of cannons and the bursting flames in the distance made the ground tremble. The forests outside Lordaeron had been completely ignited by evil fires, and the silver knights in heavy armor were galloping and killing on the demonic terrain plowed by the artillery fire. The spellcasters of Dalaran drove the unfinished floating island above the battlefield, using it as a platform for casting spells, and threw all kinds of magic to the ground.

This scene has already surpassed the siege of the orc war several years ago. It is exciting and bloody. The demons die one after another, and the defenders send the wounded back one after another.

Even King Terenas' guards were at the forefront.

His most trusted Marshal Garithus has been wounded three times. If this guy wasn't a powerful paladin with self-healing ability, he would have been lying down to report to Marshal Lothar long ago.

"How is it? What did the boss say?"

When Xieyan got up dizzily, he asked the skinny boy who was directing his own "demon army" to launch a suicide attack on the opposite demon army.

The orc blinked his eyes, scratched his head, rubbed his chin and thought for a few seconds, and said in a heavy tone:

'We may have made a terrible mistake'

"Ok?"

The giant magician, who was charging up and throwing a storm of evil fire to stop a group of hell hounds from approaching the dwarf artillery position, said with wide eyes:

"What? What's wrong?"

"Uh."

Xieyan looked around and whispered:

"The captain is having a good time, I seem to have heard the first mate Seifel just now."

"Bah, bah, bah! You don't want to die!"

Hearing that Xieyan was going to say something terrible, the skinny boy and Zarak rushed over from left to right and blocked his unrestrained mouth. Under the glaring eyes of the two, Xieyan smiled dryly, and said :

"The captain says we can figure it out."

"Oh, that means you can use your hole cards?"

The three evil warlocks looked at me, I looked at you, and a few seconds later, they laughed strangely at the same time, which made the human laborers who were carrying the shells tremble with fright.

Sure enough, the rumors are all true, the warlocks are a bunch of lunatics! The more advanced the warlock is, the crazier he is, the three in front of him are so crazy, they must be proper masters.

Ten seconds later, a strange order arrived at the front line of Lordaeron City's defense.

Marshal Garithos, whose head was almost crushed by the claws of the demon, ordered the defenders to retreat without hesitation when he heard the order, and gave the demon the frontal position that he had held for three hours in vain.

The emergence of this breakthrough made the Abyss Lord Commander, who was full of muddleheaded thoughts, overjoyed. He screamed and personally led the charge of the demon guards, and wanted to take the damned city in front of him in the name of Lord Sargeras.

But standing in front of them were three warlocks, big and small. Facing the onslaught of tens of thousands of demons, these three bastards didn't care, and laughed and activated their secret technique at the bottom of the box.

"I'll make up the torso!"

"I'll form the claws!"

"I will make up the head!!!"

Amidst the weird howls like playing a circus, and under the dumbfounded gazes of the soldiers, the three shameless warlocks who were playing Arhats squatted at the same time as if they were going to the toilet.

The terrifying fel energy storm came in full force in this damn painting style, just like a dark green meteorite erupting on the ground, covering most of the battlefield in the raging fel fire storm, which had already been killed by the Burning Legion in the name of battle De-listed Destroyer Malornoth (Shameless Warlock Edition) is here.

The appearance of this demigod and great demon made the defenders in the city panic.

But when they saw that big big-ass demon screaming and carrying a venomous halberd like a charging mammoth into the army of hostile demons, setting off a shocking massacre, the exhausted soldiers cheered again .

what!

It turned out to be our demon here.

My big Azeroth is full of talents, even the big devil came to seek refuge!

Ha, mouth teeth will win this battle!

"Boom"

The battlefield on the ground took a slight turn when the Destroyer commanded the Paladins of the Silver Hand to launch a strange counter-charge, but the demons were unwilling to fail and summoned a demon starship to enter the field amidst the low roar. I plan to use the fel main cannon to wash the ground.

But as soon as this war machine appeared, it was locked by the Zenidar, the flagship of the Legion of the Holy Light, who had been waiting for a long time. When the main cannon of fel energy was charging, it was shot across the sky, shattering the holy light of the clouds. The adjudicator was crushed on the spot.

Then, a group of red dragons flew over, throwing the Iron Vrykul marines on their backs onto the exploding demon starship, completing an unexpected interstellar jump.

There is no suspense here.

The demons could not retreat, the morale of the defenders was high, and even the unfinished Dalaran floating city began to charge forward.

Almost at the same time as First Officer Sefiel's overreaching horse training failed, he was exhausted and fell off the horse convulsively and was gently ridiculed, the third wave of demon invasion in Lordaeron City also came to an end .

Until now, three days into the war, the Burning Legion has only captured a few small cities, and all the big cities and important strongholds of Azeroth have not been lost.

It was nothing short of a miracle.

But behind the miracle is an unfavorable trend. Azeroth has blocked everything for this battle, and the major forces have almost squeezed out all the potential for war.

Demons fail all the time, but they can fail an infinite number of times.

Once such a high-intensity battle is dragged on for a few more days, there will probably be untold casualties in this world.

——

Everything that happened in Azeroth was watched by Lord Sargeras.

This dark titan is still trekking among the stars, taking the same path 10,000 years ago, but this time, he took his time and swept across all passing star fields like an interstellar locust while being followed by a terrifying number of demons.

In three more days, He will reach Azeroth.

The place where all stories begin will also be the place where all stories end.

He knows his demons keep failing, but he doesn't care.

These destroyers born of the Twisting Nether cannot be killed in the physical world, and Azeroth's resistance has not really weakened the strength of the Burning Legion.

As many demons die on the front line, as many demons will be resurrected in the Twisting Nether.

Although such a resurrection would consume fel power, there are no Tricksters, Defilers, or cunning Nathrezim now, nor does He need to grant Fel authority to others.

In a word, Sha can always afford it, but Azeroth can't.

Victory belongs only to the Dark Titans!

However, Mr. Sa has no interest in the upcoming victory. He never takes pride in destruction, nor does he take pleasure in war. All these are just means to realize his wishes.

Compared with this doomed victory, Mr. Sa is more interested in the evil god hiding in Azeroth who fanned the flames and reversed the fate to the current situation.

He walks and ponders among the stars.

Regarding the invitation 10,000 years ago, and regarding what he saw now, He knew that the Silent One was waiting for an answer. This might be cooperation, but the two parties could not have any communication.

You can only fight to the death under the expectant gaze of the conspirators, and use the blood of both of them to present the most exciting gladiatorial performances for those behind the scenes.

I am the most powerful creature in this material group of stars. I have unknowingly fallen into this shameful situation.

Anger is burning.

It was the howling of the dignified man after being toyed with, and it was the fleeing desire for destruction that the God of Darkness had suppressed all along.

They want to see a mad titan that washes the stars

very good.

very good!

They would soon see, and they would feel for themselves what a wrathful titan would bring, for which Sargeras had been preparing for ten thousand years, calling it a "gift."

a surprise!

As for the imbalance of the force, Mr. Sa didn't care.

If it's out of balance, just break it right.

What a big deal?

(end of this chapter)