Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 42 41. The Strategy of the Shadow Council

"Don't think you're going to get me!"

On the legendary battlefield tightly blocked by the small violet barrier, Pasonia Shaw's sneak attack at the last moment made Old Dahl, covered in blood, half kneel there.

Like a badly wounded beast.

He leaned on the burning flame blade Sankesu with both hands, and pain flowed in his sharp eyes, but he was not defeated by the terrifying toxin that spread rapidly and raging in his body.

The venom had seeped into the blood.

It comes from the legendary green dragons of Azeroth. Those dragons with emerald scales are members of the five-color dragon army. Their emerald breath is the most corrosive liquid in the world.

Now that rare poison in the world has been personally prepared by Ravenholdt's mysterious leader "Duke", turning it into the most terrifying poison that can be found in this world.

Old Dahl's body, which had been tempered to the legendary realm, could not resist the raging toxin.

In less than a minute, dark green veins bulging like spider webs appeared on his green cheeks, and the toxin was spreading rapidly.

As long as his heart is still beating, the toxin will continuously corrode his body, until finally, it completely drains his exuberant vitality.

"puff"

Old Dahl gritted his teeth and stood up, opening his mouth to spurt out the rotten blood of internal organs.

The pain was stimulating emotions and anger, and the blood of the devil flowing in the body, also stimulated by the pain, gave the old sword master more violent power.

"It's not that I haven't encountered an opponent who uses poison!"

He grabbed the dark red elemental rosary around his neck and tore it off completely. The moment the rosary left his body, the shaman spells sealed in it were released.

Waves of pure elemental power surged out and entwined around Old Dahl's body, dimming the purple-black veins protruding all over his body.

Pasonia took a step back, holding the dagger behind her hands and disappearing into the shadows, she said in a hoarse voice:

"Short! Come on!"

"boom"

Although being called a dwarf by Pasonia made Muradin very dissatisfied, Prince Bronzebeard still knew the importance of this meeting, and he had to kill Old Dahl here today.

Otherwise the situation will be very troublesome.

The old sword master guessed the truth.

Marshal Lothar is really in the city of Stein Brian. He didn't come here as a bait. He came here with a real military strategy to complete.

And it's not just Marshal Lothar.

King Aiden Perenolde of Alterac was there. Once this old sword master rushes into the city, as long as one of those important figures is cut down, it will be a disaster for the alliance.

The hammer of the storm surrounded by electric arc and thunder came whistling, the old sword master raised the blade of flame, and moved his feet, trying to dodge the direct attack as before.

But moving a step, the body is a stagger.

The effects of the green dragon's poison were more terrifying than he had imagined.

"boom"

Old Dahl's body was smashed by the war hammer, just like before, it was just an illusion disappearing. As the strongest of the existing sword masters, Old Dahl has turned mirror image combat skills into an art.

He is a true mirror master.

With the help of the sword master, he can move back and forth between his real body and the three mirror images, which is beyond the scope of pure martial arts.

But dodged the reckless and violent attack of the dwarf, but could not avoid the attack of another shadow master.

In the burst of blood, the two remaining mirror images of Old Dahl were destroyed by the flying dagger at the same time, and when Granny Xiao launched this attack, she didn't even break her concealment.

Her body is still jumping rapidly in the shadows.

At the moment when Old Dal repeated his tricks and planned to attack the archmage Mo Della to break the small violet barrier, Pasonia reached the attacking position almost at the same time as him.

As soon as the flame blade was raised, it was stabbed fiercely on the left arm by the staggered daggers, like a pair of scissors, piercing into the flesh and blood, and with the cutting sound that made people's teeth hurt, the muscles and bones of the old sword master's left arm were cut short .

Cruel, precise, deadly!

With one blow, Pasonia was relentless in fighting, and retreated into the shadows, looking for the next opportunity, as cold as an old female leopard.

Perhaps the skill is not as good as it used to be.

But she makes up for it with experience and intelligence, making her a threat even more than she was in her prime.

"what"

Dahl's left arm was crippled, which made him return in vain for this raid, but the Juggernaut was also ruthless, turning around and jumping into the Wind Walk just before Muradin's battle ax flew.

He switched to holding the knife in his right hand, appeared behind the dwarf with a flash, and slashed.

The standard of its movements is fast, not inferior to holding a knife with both hands. For a legendary sword master who has honed his skills to the extreme, it is not to mention breaking an arm.

Even without hands, they can still wield knives!

Still deadly!

"boom"

Muradin trampled with a strike of war, and thunder broke out to interrupt the sword master's slash. The dwarf rushed up howling, and he clenched his fists with empty hands, and punched the old sword master in front of him twice.

Like a shell bombardment at close range, the first punch was blocked by Old Dahl with a saber, but the second punch was right in the middle of the head, causing Dahl to open his mouth to spurt blood, and then retreated.

Feet stuck into the ground, plowing two furrows.

The blade of the sword was inserted into the soil, and even opened a burning path, before he could barely stop. The vision in front of Lao Daer's eyes had already begun to shake.

Toxins are attacking the last vitality.

He couldn't stand it anymore, it's time to retreat, it's time.

"hum"

It's time to kill again, time to attack.

Pasonia appeared from the shadows, the dagger in her left hand pierced Old Dahl's chest, her right hand was raised, the blade was attached to her arm, and she wanted to use a strangulation to completely cut off Old Dahl's neck.

The blow was extremely fast.

The old sword master had just been repulsed, and his reaction was a bit slow in a trance. He was about to die here, but at the same moment, the archmage who was maintaining the enchantment suddenly raised his head.

Through the violet mana barrier, she saw clusters of green streamers shining in the dark night sky.

meteorite!

It was a meteorite summoned by magic!

Do not.

Not just meteorites!

"There is a great warlock here!"

Master Mo Della's complexion changed slightly, and he immediately tightened the range of the enchantment, gathered the magic power, and shouted to his companions at the same time:

"Get ready for impact! It's an infernal! They summoned an infernal!"

"Well, it's not just hellfire"

On another hill hundreds of meters away, among the gloomy shadows floating, the evil spell guided by five hooded orc warlocks at the same time has reached its final step.

In front of their eyes, there was a strange human being dressed in a dark red robe, dressed like a spellcaster, but also wearing a solid plate armor, and holding a steel scepter that was like a staff, but heavier.

Smiling and making a decaying sound.

It's really rotten.

When you get close to him, you can even smell a stench that only belongs to rotting corpses!

The human body has long since decayed.

But now it is the soul that belongs to the Great Warlock that dominates it.

This evil act of combining the soul of an orc warlock with the body of a human knight was invented by the orc warlock Gul'dan.

This kind of sinister creation, which has both the spellcasting ability of a warlock and the melee ability of a knight, is proudly called "Death Knight" by the great warlock.

During the previous hill landing battle, it was these guys who made their debut, using the evil magic to awaken the undead and their "knight charge", they smashed the positions of human mages, and finally let Nanhai Town fall into the hands of orcs.

These guys are the "secret weapons" of the tribe.

"boom"

As the death knight laughed softly, four meteorites of fel energy summoned by him ruthlessly hit the shrunken violet barrier.

The collision of arcane magic and fel magic caused a bright shock wave in the dark night.

Completely level the entire broken mountain col.

But this top-level defensive spell from the magical city of Dalaran is amazingly powerful. It was hard-pressed by the bombardment of four meteorites, but it still didn't shatter.

But as the archmage said, this is no ordinary meteorite.

After they hit the ground, the scorching fel core burst into a more corrosive green halo.

And in that halo flow, four ten-meter-tall fel structures with their teeth and claws open roared and stood up from the crater with billowing heat.

The brainless demon waved its claws, and slammed on the crumbling barrier with power that did not belong to this world. Archmage Mo Della was desperate.

She poured all her magic power into the maintenance of the enchantment.

The bombardment and falling of the four hellfires also separated the three legends who were fighting each other to the death.

Old Dahl's eyes flashed, he didn't know why the shadow council's bastards wanted to help him, but right now, if he didn't seize the opportunity again, he would die in this battle.

Although this one-vs-two battle is considered the glory pursued by fighters, but no one wants to die if they can survive, right?

"swish"

Windwalks are activated in chaotic felfire.

Amidst Muradin's roar, the Hammer of the Storm flew out again, and at the same time as it hit Old Dahl's back, the Blade of Flame also slashed hard on the ice shield of the Archmage.

"puff"

The blood surged up, and Archmage Mo Della fell to the ground as soon as his body softened. The entire barrier that was maintained collapsed, and the old orc was sent flying more than ten meters away by the hammer of the storm.

He is dying.

"die!"

Gritting her teeth, Pasonia jumped out of the shadows, trying to complete her lore, but another sword master Jubel, who had been waiting for a long time, rushed into the battlefield howling.

The starting hand is the housekeeping skill of the Juggernaut.

The flaming warblades danced and spun into the deadliest storm, attacking Pasonia with a desperate attitude, forcefully forcing the legendary assassin into the shadows again.

A howling dread fell from the sky, grabbed Old Dahl and flew into the darkness.

"Ha, I won."

The death knight who was watching all this laughed triumphantly. Behind him, with the scream of a warlock, the vitality of the orc was completely absorbed by the evil ritual.

It's like offering an offering.

In the next moment, a dazzling green light lit up on the mountain depression a hundred meters away.

A doomsday guardian demon as huge as hellfire, with huge wings on its back, holding a flaming fel sword, wearing hot armor, and hooves on its feet, whistling like a meteor smashing into the mountain depression.

Under the triumphant gaze of the death knight.

The vicious and powerful doomsday guard swung his sword, inserted it into the ground like a door panel, splashed evil energy in front of him, and stopped the legendary warrior Muradin.

Just relying on a high-level demon will definitely not be able to stop the legendary warrior.

From the professional point of view of the death knight who was once a great warlock, this handsome doomsday guard who appeared on the stage would be smashed into a meat paste by the furious Muradin Bronzebeard in less than thirty seconds.

But so what?

In order to save his chieftain, the old swordsman Jubel had risked his life to intercept another legendary assassin, and thirty seconds was enough time for old Dahl to be taken away from the battlefield by the fear demon.

What has the Shadow Council lost?

It's nothing more than a few hellfire soul stones, and the life and soul of a hapless warlock.

And what did they get?

A legendary warrior, the kindness and support of a mighty clan.

For their next "big plan", this is very, very important help, and even if Old Dahl dies unfortunately, the Shadow Council will not lose.

"This rotting body makes me sick"

Talon Gorefiend said with a decaying voice, a greedy voice:

"A legendary body is worthy of such a powerful soul as me! Let Orgrim's ban go to hell, the next era belongs to us!

Belongs to the Shadow Council!

We will embark on the road to becoming a god! we will."

"whoosh"

Before the mysterious death knight could finish his triumphant self-examination, he saw a sharp arrow whizzing into the sky, entwined with a streamer of magic power.

Like a finger of a god, it precisely pierced through the head of the blue terror.

The demon's head exploded.

The headless corpse had lost the ability to fly, and its claws were still clinging to the dying Old Dahl, whirling like a falling stone, roaring towards the valley between the two peaks.

This miraculous arrow completely interrupted the death knight's reverie, and completely blocked his next words in his throat like a cock that had its neck cut off.

"Do not!"

The death knight changed his face instantly, turned his head and roared violently:

"Go! Prepare for the Shadow Gate! Take him back! His life, his soul, can only belong to the Shadow Council! His body can only belong to me!"

(end of this chapter)