Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 323 32. It's a good habit to dig a hole casually---【3740】

(Add more [12/15] for the prisoner brothers on the throne)

"This is an illusion! What are you covering up!"

Behind the pirate who surreptitiously climbed over the courtyard wall, a Nightborn Elven Swordsman wearing gorgeous armor, carrying a wide wing blade and a leaf-shaped magic shield shouted loudly.

Along with the scolding came, there was also a precise impact of arcane magic power, causing the magic disguise on Bu Laike's body to be driven away in an instant, revealing the body wearing the Night Slayer suit.

Bu Laike slid into the shadow skillfully, causing the aura locked by the magic swordsman behind him to dissipate in an instant.

It also caused the latter's already charged sharp blade to lose the direction of the slashing, and slashed forward with the cold light of the knife, tearing down a wall of the gorgeous house of the Strys family.

Amidst the loud noise, smoke and dust flew, and a series of screams immediately rang out from the manor in the rich area.

The well-to-do rich people were terrified. They shouted for guards in elegant Salas language, and arcanists were gathered urgently to turn on the enchanted lampposts in this area for detection and warning.

Suramar City can also be regarded as a city of magic. Although there is no mage tower dedicated to detecting stealth, after the activation of these magical creations thousands of years ago, it still created a "no-go zone for assassins" in front of Laike.

The surrounding shadows were quickly dispelled by the magic power.

But the pirate had already retreated quickly to a safe distance. He stood on a branch covered by a tree crown, and casually took out a high-quality snakeman war bow from his magic bag.

I completely ignored the female elf magic swordsman who was looking for and investigating around. The latter looked very strong at first glance. Maybe it was an elf legend in the city, but the pirate's stealth proficiency had already been brushed above the legend.

If he didn't take the initiative to attack, even if Legend of the Elf was cruising at a distance of less than fifteen meters, he would never be able to spot him.

"Yeah, I missed it, I was almost hacked to death, these sucking old women are really scary."

Bu Laike blinked and raised the war bow in his hand.

Putting on a very standard shooting stance on the branch, the fighting posture corrected by the intensive training of Windrunner's mother made him look very much like a well-trained elf ranger.

The pirate looked at the senior members of the Strys family who were escorted out of the courtyard by a group of guards in the distant manor.

Those guys are so recognizable.

The gorgeous robes, exquisite pendants and exaggerated style made them look like old stage generals full of chess pieces in this hunting moment.

In the bounty offered by Laike, there are also three senior members of the Strys family. It is said that this family is a famous gangster family in Suramar City. As long as it is a personnel matter, they will not do anything.

The same is true in the game.

Liars, thieves and robbers have such a good reputation that everyone in the city hates them.

"Three goals. There is no time to distinguish them carefully."

Bu Laike glanced at the magic swordsmen parading below, and he pulled out a special magic arrow. The arrow was not polished with blue crystal, but fixed a shuttle-shaped green soul stone.

This magical creation would shatter when hit hard, so it was not suitable for use as an arrow, but the pirate still asked Xieyan to make several for him.

Now it comes in handy.

Nocking the arrow on the bowstring, the next moment Laike pulled the war bow away, and a group of hunter marks in the distance pointed the way, facing the most gorgeously dressed guy in the crowd.

"Aren't you going to kill yourself?"

The magic swordsman who spotted Bu Laike just now heard the noise in the manor, she rushed over quickly and took a look, and saw the idiots of the Strys family moving to other places under their guard.

This made the magic swordsman feel shocked by the stupidity and arrogance of these rich elves. They have been peaceful for ten thousand years, and even lost the most basic sense of self-protection.

They are fully aware of the dangerous situation they face.

The magic swordsman shouted loudly:

"Withdraw! That assassin is still here!"

"It's late."

Boo Laike on the tree grinned a determined smile in the shadows, and said in his heart:

"Assassin's hypocritical assassination has failed, and now it's time for a real master-style assassination. Let me demonstrate to you magic-addicted elves what it means to change the times."

Shadow Dance, activate.

"whoosh"

The fully charged sniper arrow flew out of the bowstring, and began to spin at a high speed the moment the bow shattered. The proficiency of the legendary sniper arrow made a tooth-piercing whistling sound in the chaotic night.

It was almost too late for the magic swordsman to throw the wing blade, and the head of the most gorgeous bastard in the crowd seemed to be smashed open by a heavy hammer, and it shattered like a watermelon.

The soul stone arrow shattered in the first second of impact.

What crushed the elf's head was actually a wooden stick without an arrowhead.

When he attacked, the guy's body flashed with colorful lights, obviously a magic item was activated, but unfortunately, in the face of this legendary proficiency sniper arrow, one or two magic accessories are really not enough to see.

In the state of Shadow Dance, the sniper arrows kept the pirate from stealth, but the broken bow in his hand revealed his position. The magic swordsman roared and killed, smashing the thousand-year-old tree with one blow.

But still failed to find the location of the pirates.

Bu Laike, who was shuttled by the shadows, was incredibly fast. He jumped three times along the treetops with light steps, and then crossed to another manor dome with the help of the hook lock.

With shadow magic in his hand, the demon summoning ceremony started.

At the place where the arrow of the soul stone was broken just now, in the pool of blood next to the headless elf's corpse, two demon doors, one large and one small, were forcibly torn open by the magic power filled by Bu Laike.

"Don't you even have the ability to fight yourself?"

In a low, raspy, demonic tongue that sounded like tape rewinding, Bu Laike's contracted demon guard Clin Fran strode out of the Twisting Nether.

The ferocious armor covered the huge three-meter-high body, holding a black magic steel ax the same size as the bodies of these sissy elves, burning with fel flames, filling the air in the entire manor with the smell of sulfur.

"Ah, what else can I ask this little man to do?"

Daglop, the bouncing, foul-bellied demon imp, also somersaulted, jumped out of the demon ritual, and he looked familiar with Clin Fran.

He quickly jumped onto the armor spikes on the back of the demon guard that stabbed towards the sky, and lay on the shoulder of the demon guard.

"In this manor, kill all the Night Children with the surname 'Stress'!"

The order from the demon warlock Bu Laike was given in an instant.

This cruel order obviously suits the appetite of the two demons. The moment the order was issued, the demon guard laughed wildly and swung the axe, swirling the whirlwind three times on the spot.

Four or five night children who couldn't dodge around were swept into the steel whirlwind, and they didn't even make a scream.

"That's Stryce! That! The one that ran away!"

On Clinfran's shoulder, Daglop, the clever imp, commanded his companions in a piercing voice:

"She has Strys embroidery on her clothes, and I know Salas, yes! Listen to me, that one! Hack her!"

"Don't order me!"

The berserk demon guard cursed, but still raised the magic steel ax in his hand, and threw the heavy thing violently like a fatal throw.

Under the action of brute force, the tomahawk spun a few times, and smashed into the back of the fleeing rich female elf from behind, easily splitting her in two.

The massacre here quickly attracted the attention of the city guards.

But how dare the city guards, who can't even deal with the withered, dare to deal with demons?

However, Suramar City is worthy of being the jewel of the Elven Empire. Facing the "demon invasion", they quickly activated their "killer".

Amidst the heavy footsteps, a three-meter-high, centaur-like arcane colossus, whose whole body is made of silver metal armor and with violet streamers flashing on its body, slammed into it violently under the command of the arcanists. Breaking through the wall, he rushed into the Strys family manor, which had become a place of massacre.

But what to say.

This support came a little late.

The bounty placed by the "rebels" of the Crescent Moon Tavern on Master Laike Shaw has been completed in a way that is not as low-key as the assassins.

The gangster family suffered heavy losses, and it wasn't just the three high-level people who died tonight. Because of the stupid transfer and disposal, the high-level members of this family were almost wiped out in one pot.

The warning from Lord Fansel is 500% complete!

——

"boom"

The magic power of the exile technique was broken by the magic wing blade, and the magic swordsman captain Aluriel, who was temporarily exiled to another dimension, landed on the dome of a temple in a embarrassed posture.

Just now, when she was chasing the assassin, she was accidentally hit by that guy with magic.

He wasted nearly ten seconds in vain, and could only watch helplessly as the guy fled in the direction of Astava Port along the rope connecting the houses.

That assassin doesn't look like an elf.

Stockier than the usual stature of the Nightborne, but more nimble than the swiftest of elven jugglers.

His running above the city was like a black panther hunting in the dark, no matter it was the suspended stairs or the towering dome, nothing could stop his footsteps.

He walked on the ground in this row upon row of cities.

This is a tough opponent!

Since the distant battle of the ancients, it has been difficult to find such an enemy in Suramar City, which also made the captain of the magic swordsman eager to fight.

She stood up, looked in the direction of Astava Port, held her magic wing blade, and raised her hand to throw a teleportation spell on herself when the armor collided.

When the War of the Ancients happened, she was just an ordinary girl in Suramar City, and she could only hide at home with her parents, praying to Queen Azshara for the disaster to pass.

She grew up under the shroud of magic in Suramar City, and she was praised by Lady Elisande as the most talented swordsman ever in Suramar City.

She defeated all the magic swordsmen in the city along the way, won the trust and favor of the great magister, and gave her the power to command the magic swordsmen.

But Aluriel himself knew it well.

She has never experienced a real life-and-death battle, even if she has become an elf legend not inferior to the sages by virtue of her talent, she has never achieved meritorious service on the real battlefield.

But today, the opportunity has come!

"You're so slow."

The streamer of the teleportation technique lit up on the pier of the dead Astava port, and the captain of the magic swordsman sent over smelled a strong smell of blood.

It has been attacked by the violent withered, the incompetent city guards have left a shameful defeat and a large number of corpses here, and the magic swordsman came from the nighthold to suppress it.

But that's not the point.

On a small boat in the seawater of Astava Port, Bu Laike, holding the flaming blade Sankesu in both hands, is turning his back to the legendary magic swordsman who was teleported in a lonely posture of a master.

He looked at the blocked sea in the distance.

The magic power of the Nightwell surrounding the entire city is thick enough to penetrate, and it protects this ancient city with a strong posture like a city wall.

"Such a great power, which could have conquered the world, you old bastards, but you used it to make a turtle shell stupid! Sad!"

That being said, it seems that he has a great advantage.

But the pirate glanced at the character card, and there were four negative states in the status bar, all of which were left over from the brief fight with the magic swordsman just now.

Ice Brand, Fire Brand, Arcane Brand: Armor is weakened by 100%, magic damage received from three lines is increased by 75%, and stealth is not possible.

Legendary Power: Annihilation: When fighting with the magic swordsman Aluriel, one layer of "Annihilation" effect will be superimposed every minute, and each layer will increase the damage received by 50%, with no upper limit for superposition.

"Sure enough, every legend in Azeroth is not simple, these monsters!"

The pirate complained in his heart.

But he still maintains the attitude of a master. After all, he is in the sea and on his home court. He is not afraid of Elisande coming.

At least one knife can be cut before being killed

The magic swordsman Aluriel attacked without saying a word. She is a magic swordsman, which is a special profession inherited from the ancient elf empire.

As the name suggests, they can manipulate magic while possessing sword skills. It sounds very powerful, but in fact most magic swordsmen are actually very mediocre.

They don't have the talent for both magic and martial arts.

Aluriel is a genius. The momentum of her attack at this time is astonishing. With the swing of the wing blade, various monster elements surged from the sea, and they attacked in unison.

A man is like an army.

To this, the pirates responded by

Turn around, slash angrily.

Eat my demigod level big shadow attack!

"boom"

A small half of Astava Port was cut to pieces.

Then there was another knife shadow flashing, and the city of Suramar felt like thunder reverberated. The sea water in the bay was split in half by these two consecutive knives, and then closed again amidst the loud noise.

A few seconds later, Laike held the knife and walked to the ruins of the collapsed and ruptured pier platform in front of him, stretched out his hand, and lifted out the magic swordsman with a dull face and blood all over his body.

Throw it under your feet.

Holding a saber against her neck, he looked down at her.

Say:

"Remember the name of the person who defeated you today, and take this as your shame. I am waiting for your challenge on the sea, a little girl with strength but no experience."

"Remember, my name is."

"Dailen!"

(end of this chapter)