Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 367 76. Let me explain to you, what is a demon hunter!

The Vault of the Wardens, this is a place that Laike is very familiar with.

Just like the reason why he was familiar with Darkforge City, Blackrock Mountain, and Atal'Hakkar Temple, he often visited here in a certain period of time in the past.

In the version that was so much fun to play, each class had a certain step in an artifact quest chain to be completed in the Vault of the Wardens.

Not to mention those greedy adventurers who only pursue damn equipment, who are dominated by a thing called a keystone.

That's right, it's you, Bo Laike Shaw.

In short, coming here is as familiar as coming home, and he knows how to get there even with his eyes closed. But before Bu Laike's search started, he encountered some small "trouble".

The speed at which Naga and the Nightborne rushed into the burrow was so fast that people were caught off guard.

When the elite wardens were all taken away from the crypt by Ms. Maiev, and went to the surface to support the besieged Watcher sisters, the defense of the crypt entered the weakest stage.

Maiev took away almost all the wardens in the entire crypt, causing the entire crypt of the Wardens to be completely undefended.

Under the leadership of the grudge mistress Axisa, the Naga destroyed everything along the way, and they were looking for the mechanism leading to the bottom of the cave.

The goals of the Nightborne are clearer.

The commander Melandus, who entered here through the portal, led a team of elite magic swordsmen, ignored the accompanying Naga, and walked all the way to the center of the cave with an evil energy detection device in hand.

But the watchmen sealed the most difficult enemies captured in the 10,000-year hunt in the crypt, and they still lived here, which proved that the area of ​​the crypt was beyond imagination.

It's almost like a dungeon full of rooms.

In the absence of a map, if you rushed here rashly, you would only get lost in the maze-like design. Obviously, when the watchmen built the crypt, they had already considered the scene of being invaded by foreign enemies.

"You dare to come to this place without a guide, how should I evaluate you?"

The pirate hiding in the shadows watched Naga and the Nightborne scurrying around like headless chickens, and shook his head helplessly. He threw out the hook and landed precisely next to an inconspicuous owl statue.

Stretch out your hand and gently twist on the statue.

"click"

With the activation of the magic below the hall, amidst the exclamation of all the Naga and Nightborne, the large circle in the center of the hall of the Watcher's Catacombs began to move rapidly downward like an elevator started.

A group of Naga and elves staying on top were caught off guard and fell from the fast-moving platform, screaming and falling into the abyss nearly 100 meters high.

"This is the legendary 'killer elevator', you idiot NPCs, learn it."

The pirate hiding in the shadows made a complaint. He looked at the overwhelmed intruders of the burrow, curled his lips and said with disdain:

"I'm here to search for treasures and meet the 'Idol' by the way. What are you guys doing here? Are you here to die? Get lost, don't bother me looking for good things."

In his broken thoughts, the Naga and the Nightborn elves, who discovered the way to the underground construction, ignored those unlucky ones who were thrown to death.

They even exchanged briefly for a while, as if they had reached an agreement. Mother Asisa's target is only Illidan Stormrage, while the Nightborne's targets are all imprisoned demon hunters.

The goals of the two sides do not conflict, and now it is time to race against time. Once the watchman wardens come back, they will all be finished, so the arrogant Naga generously allowed the elves to walk with them.

During the second dive on the magic circle platform, it was covered with night children and naga. As the platform slowly sank to the second floor, the evil detector in the hand of magic swordsman Melandus suddenly lit up. shine.

He glanced around for a week, and soon found a group of weird elves imprisoned in the binding barrier in the hall on the second floor.

"Right here!"

Commander Nightborne waved his hand, and the magic swordsmen and arcanists who followed him immediately dispersed into the hall on the second floor. The layout and structure here were exactly the same as the hall on the first floor.

There are four doors around the central hall, leading to the four seal halls respectively.

It houses the most dangerous creatures ever caught by the Watchers.

And around the pillars around the hall, like embellished jewels, large pieces of dark green magic stones are inlaid in the walls.

Melandus lifted his wing blade and walked to an uneven Sorcerer's Stone.

The light of the evil energy detector in his hand has already shone to the extreme, representing that the magic stone in front of him is an entity condensed by the purest evil energy magic power.

Like a very translucent low-quality gem, in the shadows, one can vaguely see that there is an elf sealed in the Philosopher's Stone, just like Amber sealed a mosquito.

He still kept roaring, but it seemed like time stood still, sealed in the magic power of fel energy.

"Ten thousand years."

The magic swordsman raised his magic wing blade, looked at the figure sealed in the fel energy stone in front of him, and said softly:

"It's been ten thousand years, brave demon walkers.

See how Tyrande Whisperwind treats the heroes of the War of the Ancients. The great magister was right, the priest of the month didn't know how to lead the elves at all!

Today, in the name of Suramar and the Nightborne, I will set you free! "

"boom"

The winged blade in the hand of the magic swordsman slashed forward a few times while the wrist was rotating, and the crystal blade with the magic-breaking attribute slashed across the surface of the fel energy stone. After Melandus retracted the winged blade, four staggered sword marks Floats on the Fel Stone.

Just like the cracks on the egg shell, there is no need for the magic swordsman to urge the destruction, a force generated from the inside will shatter the completely destroyed Fel Energy Stone bit by bit.

A few seconds later, the sound of broken glass resounded in the hall, and under the watchful eyes of all the nightborn magic swordsmen and arcanists, the demon hunter who was sealed in the fel stone broke the seal by himself.

In a very weak posture, he fell out of the cage that imprisoned him, and was supported by Melandus.

"Hoo, hoo"

The latter was panting violently, as if he had just learned to breathe.

He was like a drowning man, struggling to raise his head while breathing. There were terrifying claw marks on the cheeks of the high elf, but there were cloth strips like blindfolds where his eyes were.

Under the cloth strips, faint green light spots emerged.

This is Demon Hunter.

They were the most valiant and craziest warriors in the Elf Empire against the demons of the Burning Legion 10,000 years ago. Everyone's heart is as firm as steel, and everyone's fighting posture is like a beast.

To better track down the demons in hiding, they blinded themselves in grisly rituals and replaced them with demonic powers.

They lost their mortal vision as a result, but gained sharper ghostly vision as a result.

They use the power of demons to fight against demons, so they are called dark walkers.

When he was stared directly at by the blind eyes, Melandus subconsciously placed his fingers on the handle of the magic wing blade at his waist, not out of fear.

The bare-chested demon hunter in front of him is very weak and does not pose a threat to the magic swordsman, but it is a more indescribable feeling.

It was as if what was in front of my eyes was a real demon.

Not a blind elf.

The aura on them is really indescribable, and it's really dark, which makes people feel uncomfortable at first glance, and makes people instinctively want to stay away from them.

"Now. What time is it now?"

After the weak demon hunter got out of trouble, those weird green tattoos on his body were shimmering, as if he was sensing his surroundings.

He asked again in the ancient Salas language:

"How long have we... been trapped? The devil! Has the devil returned? Where is Lord Illidan?"

"It's been ten thousand years, fellow man."

Melandus made a gesture to ask the magic swordsmen and arcanists behind him to release more demon hunters. More than 30 demon hunters were imprisoned in the hall on the second floor, and there must be more demon hunters in the hall on the third floor below. many.

He himself supported the weak elf in front of him, and said:

"The demon has not returned to this world, fellow man.

We are here under the orders of Lady Elisande, the Grand Magister of Suramar, to welcome you war heroes who have been ignored and rejected by the night elves back to your hometown in Suramar.

The Kaldorei are wrong to see you as a threat.

We, the Shaldorei, will hand over the 10,000-year-delayed honor to your hands. From now on, Suramar will be your home, and you don't have to endure the stupid hostility from the Kaldorei anymore, and you don't have to wander around anymore. "

The eloquence of the leader of the magic swordsman is not bad.

What he said was very emotional, obviously rehearsed in advance.

But his kindness made the weak demon hunter snort. The tall blind elf sneered and replied bluntly:

"We resist demons, not to win admiration, let alone to be called 'heroes'. As for the Kaldorei, they are indeed a group of idiots who shut their eyes and listen, but at least they have fought demons head-on.

You elves of Suramar chose neutrality early in the war!

I have never seen you, or Elisande, on the battlefield of the War of the Ancients. Lord Illidan said that Elisande was a speculator.

She is not to be trusted! "

The demon hunter pushed away the hand that was supporting Melandus. Less than a minute after he was released, he seemed to have regained his strength and stood up bit by bit.

He looked around, sensing his companions being released from the fel stone one by one.

He said quietly to the embarrassed Melandus next to him:

"Although we are blind, we are not stupid. Elisande just wanted to use us, but that's okay. We have long been used to being sent to perform missions to send us to death.

This was the case ten thousand years ago, and it would be nice to relive the feeling of being cheated ten thousand years later.

But, we only have one request! "

The demon hunter turned his head and said to the leader of the magic swordsmen:

"We must take Lord Illidan with us! No one is qualified to lead us except him!"

He didn't give Melandus a chance to refuse at all, he turned his head after speaking, although he was blind, he accurately "looked" at the released companions in front of him.

He gave the order in a sonorous tone:

"Kovas! Take your team to open the sealed hall here. I feel that many powerful demons are here. We are all weak. We must replenish our strength before performing the mission."

"Siana, take your team to the lower floor, release all the recruits, let them gather, and go find the Warden's armory. Our war blades and armor should be nearby."

"Loramus, you are the best at tracking among us. You go to the lowest floor and look for Lord Illidan's location. After our companions have replenished their strength, we will go to meet you."

"Obey, Commander Altruis!"

A group of demon hunters who have been imprisoned for ten thousand years have just been released. Under the extreme weakness, they should have recuperated immediately. Tired.

They didn't hesitate when receiving the order, and after a few words from the demon hunter commander named "Altruis", they immediately divided into three parts, silently carrying out their tasks.

They move freely in their cages, as if they are the masters here, ignoring the risk that the watchmen may attack at any time.

On the contrary, the children of the night who came to rescue them were left aside. This group of arrogant soldiers from 10,000 years ago didn't even say a word of thanks, which made all the children of the night very embarrassed.

"Commander! Vandel can't hold on anymore."

As soon as a female demon hunter broke a fel stone with her fist, she saw that her companion curled up in it was trembling with difficulty, as if she had contracted a disease, trembling and speechless.

This caused the female demon hunter to have a sad expression on her face. She turned around and yelled at Commander Altruis, which also attracted the attention of other demon hunters.

Those hunters who had no tasks at hand gathered over one after another.

They "watched" as Commander Altruis stretched out his hand to lift his companion out of the cage, and put him on the ground again. The trembling demon hunter tightly held onto Alturis' hand.

He said in a difficult tone:

"I'm sorry. I didn't. Hold it in my heart. Roaring, it's going to. Control me, I'm sorry, I'm. So weak. Let everyone. Shame."

"This is our inevitable fate, brother, and no one will blame you for it."

Altruis half-knelt on the spot.

The demon hunter, who was very rude to Melandus, showed a rare tenderness at this moment. He held his companion's veined hand, and seemed to share his companion's pain.

He said softly:

"You proved yourself ten thousand years ago, Vandel, and no one will think you a coward. You are just one step ahead of us, brother, and you will meet the victims in Elune's glory.

Remember to tell our former comrades-in-arms that we are still there, we are fine, and we will continue to fulfill our oath until the day when the Burning Legion is completely defeated. "

"Well, I will definitely... pass it on."

A difficult smile appeared on the painful demon hunter's face, he trembled more and more, and said:

"For me. Tell Lord Illidan, I can't continue to follow him, but I will never regret me. Remember me."

"Everyone will remember your exploits, remember your name, we will tell your story to those recruits, and you will become an eternal part of the Illidari."

Altruis' tone became softer, he said:

"We will rescue Lord Illidan immediately, and I will tell him exactly what you said."

"Then, free me."

The painful hunter let out a sigh of relief, and tried hard to maintain his dignity for the last time. The female demon hunter beside Altruis snatched the sharp blade of the magic swordsman beside him.

The latter is also elite.

But he couldn't even resist and was taken away from the weapon.

The huntress handed the sharp blade to Altruis, who took it in his hand, stroked it like a lover, and quickly and accurately pierced the sharp blade into his brother's heart.

"Today we lost a brother. He survived the desperate years of war and fell in the night before the dawn. Such is our destiny."

Altruis stood up, and briefly said to the silent people around him:

"We have to remember him."

"Like we remember other people, like other people remember us!"

(end of this chapter)