Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 38 37. Dark Promise

"Hoo, hoo"

In the windy night, Nathanos Marris swayed his body and sat down on the ground, no longer the elegance of an elf apprentice.

And Xiao Er even grinned and rubbed the healed wound on his shoulder.

"I'll say it again, your grandmother's evaluation of our strength is really accurate."

With regret, Bu Laike looked at Werther's leg, which was only half left. He reached out and pulled the Blade Fist from the head of the Juggernaut, and said weakly to the two people in front of him:

"If we hadn't prepared in advance, facing the four Juggernauts, the three of us would have been chopped into minced meat the moment we fought. These Juggernauts are really powerful."

"But we won!"

Xiao Er stared at the three corpses down the hillside with bright eyes.

Needless to say, such an astonishing record, he passed his shadow trial with excellent results, provided that he could live to tell his strict grandmother the good news.

Seeing that the pirate had lost his weapon, he tossed his short sword to Bo Laike, and took a spare weapon from his bag, which he wore at his waist.

"Yes, we won."

Maris also said something in a good mood.

With a distressed look on his face again, he took the hound Lu Lu, who was lying beside him, whimpering in pain, back into the magic rein. After a big battle, the relationship between the three obviously went further.

Bu Laike played with the dagger thrown by Shaw. As expected of a descendant of a legendary assassin, his family background is rich, and if he throws it away, it is an excellent weapon:

Thrashing Blade

Excellent quality

Enhanced Precision. Enhanced Bleeding. Weak Combo

The three entries of this thing made the stinky pirate, who was eager to change, quickly forget the sadness of Werther's leg. He put the old partner who had lost two pieces in his bag, and took the new weapon in his hand.

"Okay, brothers, enjoy the victory and wait until the real victory."

Bu Laike is brandishing a new weapon. Even though he just got it, his posture when waving the weapon is already quite impressive. The talent of this weapon master is really impressive.

"Set up the battlefield."

He stood up, lifted the head of the Juggernaut, grabbed the broken battle flag, and said to his two companions;

"Although it's bad to blaspheme undead souls, it's a war now, so I don't need to teach you how to irritate your opponent?"

"Next, we should run away."

The three people are not in good condition at this time, but there is obviously not much time left for them.

No one knows how many Blademasters of the Burning Blade clan are hiding in the night, but one thing is certain, the fighting here must have drawn attention.

They tidied up the battlefield hastily, and Laike threw the three Juggernaut knives into his bag. They were all excellent quality knives, and even rarer and more meaningful, they would be excellent collections.

He grabbed Maris's arm and led the injured ranger into the shadows. The moment he put on the shadow suit, he heard Maris' familiar exclamation:

"You, can you take people sneaking?"

"Yes, I can. You are a genius ranger and have a crush on your mentor, while I am a genius assassin and a prodigal Tianya, so don't make any fuss anymore."

"You! You are talking nonsense! There is nothing between me and my mentor!"

"Understood, Ms. Cirvanas is like the sun in the sky, just getting close to her will make you feel ashamed."

"Huh? How do you know what's going on in your mind? Can you read minds?"

"You two, be quiet! Someone is chasing you! Bastard!"

——

"what!"

An angry roar resounded in a messy battlefield a few minutes later.

An old sword master slashed his sword fiercely on the wooden frame in front of him. The standing wood seemed to be chopped into six pieces by a flash of light, and the heads of the sword bodies that were pierced on the wooden frame also slid to the ground. .

And in the pool of blood, the four Fire Blade battle flags were also torn to pieces and doused with a suspicious liquid. This is a provocation!

Provocative without a doubt!

The old orc looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes were wide open, and even his breathing became heavy. Wisps of blood burst into his eyes, representing his irritable mood at this time.

Although there have been casualties of Juggernaut intermittently since entering Azeroth, but there has not been any loss, as before, four Juggernauts were reimbursed at once!

It was a humiliating failure.

But the Juggernauts are a group of experienced warriors with extremely high physical and spiritual cultivation. Although the failure is humiliating and the enemy is provocative, it does not disturb the thinking of this old Juggernaut.

Although the blood of the devil flowing in his body was howling and propelling his anger, forcing him to seek revenge, but as a veteran, he forcibly suppressed this urge to destroy.

Being able to kill four Juggernauts in one battle has already proved that the opponent is difficult to deal with. He squatted down and carefully examined the traces around him, and soon found that the blood was spreading.

"They went in that direction, their footsteps were still messy, and the number of people was unpredictable, but there should be no more than five people. Four Juggernauts died in battle, but no body was left behind.

So, is humanity's elite assassin squad? Maybe there are masters to help out, don't underestimate it! "

The old orc took out a small bone horn from his waist, put it near his mouth, and blew it. The sound was weird, low and gloomy, and it felt like the sound of a war drum.

This is the calling signal.

Soon, nearly twenty sword masters scattered in the surrounding area were summoned. They all saw the desecrated battle flag and the corpses of their compatriots. Some young sword masters couldn't bear the anger in their hearts, so they raised their heads and roared.

"Go north!"

The old sword master waved his finger and shouted to his companions behind him in the orc language:

"The enemy is tricky, there may be human master assassins appearing, don't rush to disperse, and follow up alternately with a team of five! Be sure to kill the provocateur!

I want to lead the team to support the chief. The shame and blood hatred of these four compatriots will be repaid by your own hands! "

"Yes! Master."

All the fire blade sword masters accepted the order in unison, and quickly escaped into the concealment of the windwalk, but the old orc didn't leave immediately, he stood where he was, closing his companion's corpse together as if mourning.

When he got up again, he said to his back:

"Lantresor, why don't you go hunting?"

"Because they hate me."

A deep voice sounded ten steps behind the old sword master. It was a burning blade sword master who was taller than the other sword masters and had strange black-purple hair.

His skin is also green like other Juggernauts.

It's brown, with a hint of bluish.

His face is more distinctive, the blue-faced fangs of ordinary orcs are softer, the eyes are larger, and the fangs at the corners of the mouth are smaller. This should be a mixed race.

He's not pure orc.

He is carrying a two-handed sword that is slightly different from other sword masters, with lines like flames and magma on it, it is the master's blade.

An elemental saber that only Juggernaut masters are qualified to wear.

"Even if I am stronger than them, even if I follow you into the new world, even if I give up my conscience and slaughter the old and the weak with you, even if I am braver than any Burning Blade orcs in battle

But you still hate me! "

He folded his arms and said in a low voice:

"Then why should I help them? Why should I help you?"

"You are a member of the Burning Blade!"

The old sword master frowned and said:

"Just like Samuro who left us, you were the most promising fighter in the next generation of the Burning Blade clan. The chief values ​​you very much, and you should know this."

"Yeah, he valued me, so he was willing to accept me, Harf Olsen ('hybrid' in the orc language), into the group, but he never really valued me.

He just used me as a weapon.

I'm tired of it. "

The mixed-race orc sword master spat aside, and said:

"Old Dahl is old, he's lost his mind, and he jumped into it even though he knew it was a trap, so I won't bury him with him! I'm leaving, Master Jubel.

It was you who trained me. I know you, like everyone else, despised me as a bastard in your heart, but you did give me strength. After tonight, I will no longer be a member of the Burning Blade clan.

Whether or not the Burning Blade clan will be around after tonight is another matter.

I'm going back to Dellano. "

After finishing speaking, the tall orc turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by the old sword master.

"Lantresor Burning Blade! If you really regard me as a mentor, then fight one last time for the Burning Blade Clan! The chief needs strength support.

I know you won't help him, so I ask you to follow our companions and hunt down the elite assassins who have desecrated the Burning Blade banner.

They trampled on our honor, which is."

"You have no honor at all!"

The mixed-blood sword master said something contemptuously.

But after hesitating for a few seconds, he chased after the group of sword masters. When he left, he emphasized his tone and said as if saying goodbye:

"Just like me, there is no more honor to speak of, and we lost all honor when the sword of the Burning Blade fell on the first human woman who was not a warrior.

The new world is fine, but we shameless butchers have tarnished it.

We don't deserve it!

I will respond to your request, but not for the honor of the fire blade, just because you didn't cut me with a knife when you picked me up, and taught me to hold a sword.

That's all. "

Watching the half-orc sword master disappear in the wind walk, the old sword master Jubel clenched his fists.

It was difficult for him to say goodbye to his disciples. In fact, when another genius sword master Samuro left them, the old sword master had already guessed Lantreso's farewell.

Perhaps the departure of these two geniuses who were supposed to support the future of the Burning Blade Clan indicates the ominousness of tonight, just like Lantresor's "farewell message".

After tonight, it is still a question of whether the Burning Blade Clan will exist or not.

but.

"bass"

The Master Blade was unsheathed, and Jubel clenched it as he had done countless times in the past. This weapon that had accompanied him in his entire life seemed to be extraordinarily heavy tonight.

He could already hear the bang as the bladestorm rolled up.

That's in the other direction.

It was the sound of a chief fighting a powerful enemy.

Just like the drums at the beginning of the war, calling him to join the battlefield, he also wanted to compete with his companions on the endless Nagrand grasslands like he did when he was young.

Instead of dying in your own world, enter another world as an invader, vying for new lands.

He also wants to stay in his hometown in memory forever.

Even if he died in battle, he still wanted to return his soul to Havalor, the hometown of Burning Blade, which was about to be destroyed.

Unfortunately, he may never have this chance again.

"swish"

After the old sword master took three steps, he turned around and slashed out with a knife. The lightning-like light of the knife easily chopped up a strange thing that appeared behind him.

That thing should be a succubus.

With a charming face, demonic horns, sheep-like recurved hooves and two wings, it is quite cunning among demons, barely capable of fighting.

But when the old sword master drew his sword, it didn't even have a chance to speak, so it was sent back to the twisting void.

"Come out! Smelly dog!"

Jubel scolded:

"Didn't your master, Gul'dan, warn you? Don't get close to the warriors of the Burning Blade Clan!"

"Master calm down."

A strange eyeball wobbled from the stream of fel energy of the warlock's magic. It approached the old orc, and a sly voice came from it.

Say:

"I didn't come here for provocation, Master Jubeir, you must have discovered that the cunning humans have laid a trap for Chief Dar in front.

Several legends fought there.

I know you are very powerful, but you were just dying in the past. Once Chief Dar dies here, relying on his two unsatisfactory sons, the split of the Burning Blade clan is imminent.

So, I just have one question.

Are you willing to see the decline of the Burning Blade Clan?

Do you want to save your own chief? "

The battle blade in the old sword master's hand was already buzzing, and he could easily smash the demon summoned by the magician in front of him at any time, but he didn't do that after all.

After a few seconds, he said:

"Say it."

"Hahaha, very good, we like a wise and powerful warrior like you."

The voice was treacherous, and said artificially:

"The Shadow Council will fight for Fire Blade tonight. Of course, after saving Chief Dar, we need powerful Fire Blade Sword Masters to do some trivial work for us."

(end of this chapter)