Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 43 42. The Human Head and the Dog

"This is the last sniper arrow I can shoot. I was aiming for Old Dahl's head, but if I hit the demon, it's not a miss."

Below the valley.

The pale-faced Halduron Bright Wing stuffed the war bow in Maris's hand.

A little embarrassed, he turned his head and said to the three young men beside him and a timid little dwarf riding on a weird mechanical bird:

"I can only help you get here, and leave the rest to you!"

to be frank.

It is really unreasonable for a high-level ranger to miss at such an important moment.

But considering the half-orc sword master who was being tightly bound and thrown at Halduron's feet at this time, no one can blame Halduron for missing his hand.

Just now, this ranger has fought a real sword master head-on! And Halduron Brightwing's thighs are not even as thick as the arms of this half-orc sword master!

And when he drew his bow and shot, Bo Laike could see clearly.

The ranger's arms were trembling. For a high-level ranger who had been trained for hundreds of years, this trembling was a huge mistake at any time.

Unless, he has really fought to the limit.

The elven chain armor on Ming Yi's body was completely cut open, and there was a knife wound on the ranger's chest, if it deflected a few inches, it would cut open his heart.

And except for the war bow in his hand, all the weapons in his hand were destroyed in the battle with the Fire Blade Saint Lantereso.

No one could ask him to do better.

"Kelxi, protect Bright Wing!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Bo Laike spoke to the little pink-haired gnome riding on the humming mechanical bird that looked like it was going to explode at any moment, with black smoke coming from the exhaust pipe.

He grabbed the orc sword master's master blade on the ground and threw it to Maris, who was limping beside him, who took it in his hands and clenched his hands.

As a ranger, Marius is adept at wielding this two-handed sword, although he doesn't like such a heavy weapon.

Xiaoer beside him took out three bottles of red potion from his luggage, threw them to Bu Laike and Maris, twisted open a bottle, and drank it like drinking.

The smell must be bad, just look at Xiao Er's twitching face.

But this potion must be a good thing.

Bu Laike twisted it away, poured the potion into his mouth and vomited while running towards the direction where Old Dahl fell!

"There is light shining!"

Maris, with the best eyesight, pointed at the land where the old Juggernaut fell, and shouted. The retching Bo Laike and Shaw looked up at the same time, and saw a green light shining in the woods ahead.

It was the light of fel energy, the magic of the sorcerer.

"Prepare sniper arrows!"

Bu Laike tore off the tidal charm on his chest, threw the hook lock without looking back, and grabbed Shaw and ran forward. Under his roar, Maris immediately supported his body.

Lifting the war bow that Ming Yi gave him, he drew the last two arrows from the quiver on his back.

"Shore, we're going to do our best."

The moment he landed, Bu Laike turned his head and said to the serious Mathias Shaw beside him:

"This time we may really die, there may be a great warlock in front."

"Aren't we desperate enough tonight?"

Shaw finally smiled for the first time.

The guy grinned, showing the standard eight teeth. He held the double blades in his backhand and jumped into the shadows. The moment he disappeared, he said:

"It's an honor to fight alongside you, Orc Slayer!"

"I'm not at all honored."

Bo Laike stretched his neck and jumped into the shadows. Holding the tide charm in his hand, he threw out the hook lock again and jumped forward, saying softly:

"I still have too much to do, I won't die here."

In the forest ahead.

The green fire of fel energy is burning, like steel shaped by high temperature. Under the control of the gods, the violent, corrosive magic power is bent into an oval door.

It is also surrounded by evil decorations like sheep bones, which are only magical effects of course.

However, warlocks like to play this kind of tricks to show their "evil" and "not easy to mess with", but the essence of this thing is actually borrowed from the portals of mages.

Because the violent fel energy is far less manipulable than the arcane magic power on the order side, the distance that the Warlock's Shadow Gate teleports back and forth is very short.

A few hundred meters is the limit.

To be honest, apart from consuming less magic power, this is a very tasteless magic.

But now, this tasteless magic has become the best way for the death knight to get back his spoils. He is riding on the saddle of a war horse that has been stripped of flesh and blood by the shadow magic, leaving only the skeleton.

Just like the big villain came out, he walked out of the Shadow Gate with his own steel scepter in his hand.

Followed by his four follower warlocks.

There were originally five, and one unlucky guy was sent away as a sacrifice when he summoned the Doomsday Guard, but the death knight didn't feel bad at all.

Outstanding warlocks are hard to find, but these second-rate scum, there are many in the Shadow Council, are all cannon fodder in his eyes that can be sacrificed at will.

And even though they just witnessed a companion being sacrificed as cannon fodder, the remaining four warlocks still "never leave" their superiors.

They embrace a brutal value.

I think that the weak are not worth caring about, only those who survive are the strong, no matter what reason they died, it doesn't matter, anyway, if they die, they are weak!

And they survived.

So they are strong!

At least until the next time they are sent away for inexplicable bloody reasons, they will be strong!

These are a group of lunatics whose heads were burned out by evil energy!

And the guy who is now bringing these brain-burned warlocks to find the loot is the leader of all the death knights currently owned by the tribe.

His name is Teron'gor, and he is a disciple of the great warlock Gul'dan.

He should have a very bright future, especially in the early days of his invasion of the world of Azeroth, after the Shadow Council emptied the first great chief, the warlocks of the Shadow Council were the real rulers of the entire tribe.

But it's a pity.

This kind of situation that is under control has a little problem in the middle.

Driven by his inner greed, Gul'dan sought some power that he shouldn't seek, causing the great warlock to be in a coma for a period of time, and during this time, the tribe was turned upside down.

The puppet warchief Blackhand was killed one-on-one by Orgrim Doomhammer, the challenger of the Blackrock clan, his former comrade-in-arms and brother, in the duel of ancient glory, Mak'Gora.

It can be regarded as a decent ending for the shameful chieftain who has brute force but no wisdom.

But Orgrim misses his old love for his former brother, but kills the Shadow Council of Commander Gul'dan.

This group of warlocks died without complaint. After all, they were the chief culprits who destroyed the world of Dellano, the homeland of the orcs.

Tarongol died in this internal purge.

He was killed by his own people.

The humiliation of death is incomparable.

But now, he is alive.

Gul'dan, the evil mentor who escaped from Orgrim with his own rhetoric, was awakened from death and got a new name that deceives people, called "Bloodfiend".

"Bring him here!"

The Gorefiend walked out of the shadow gate from the top of the mountain to the valley, and saw the old Darl triple blood blade not far away lying in a pool of blood.

It was rare that the old orc was still awake.

But he no longer has the strength to wield the sword, but he is still holding on to his flaming blade tightly in his hand. The still burning sword seems to be protecting his master.

As the warlocks approached, the elemental flames on it blazed more intensely.

This caused a trace of greed to flash in the withered eyes of the onlookers.

"The legendary weapon of the Burning Blade Clan, the flame blade Sancsu that only the true Supreme Sword Master is qualified to wield, that is Dellano's legend!

Just like the Doomhammer in Orgrim's hand, and the Gorehowl in Grom Hellscream's hand.

Not just Old Dahl's body.

His weapon will also belong to me, and I will transform it into a death blade, a death blade that belongs only to me, and it will be my new source of power.

In the end, even Gul'dan will kneel before me! "

The death knight, who likes to think too much, couldn't bear the joyful imagination in his heart. He watched the four warlocks lift Old Dahl from the headless horror demon's corpse, and walked towards him.

The Gorefiend couldn't help but let out a hoarse and decadent laugh, and the old Dahl. Triple Blood Blade, who was conscious but powerless to fight, now had despair in his eyes.

He is not afraid of death!

But now, after witnessing the appearance of the blood demon with his own eyes, the old soldier realized that he would face torture and humiliation worse than death.

If he had known this earlier, he should have died in the battle with Muradin and Pasonia just now.

At least that way, he would die a warrior.

At least that way, he will die with more glory.

Although, he was no longer worthy of the word glory.

The loyal old swordsman Jubel thought he was saving his chief, but he didn't know that his loyalty would send old Dahl into a situation where life would be worse than death.

His soul will fall into the hands of warlocks who play with souls.

His body will also be desecrated and turned into a weapon by these disgusting dogs, and even the glorious flame blade Sankesu, the sacred relic of the fire blade, will be shamed by it.

"Little thing that hides its head and shows its tail, come out!"

After the blood demon was transformed into a death knight, his strength was not as powerful as before, but he was still a strong man, even when he was proud of himself, he did not lose his perception of his surroundings.

After sensing something in the shadows, he waved his scepter, and a warlock magic blasted behind him, forcing the approaching Shaw back from the shadows, and the young assassin wanted to charge.

But amidst the grinning laughter of the Gorefiend, a green magic hit Shaw's body, causing the assassin to turn around and run away screaming while clutching his head.

Fear.

The masterpiece of warlocks.

But it's not over yet.

"whoosh"

The assassination arrow flew straight towards the blood demon, but the death knight didn't care, he raised his head and "caught" it carelessly, like a random arrow.

The arrow pierced the Gorefiend's head.

However, the Gorefiend's soul was not hurt at all. The latter laughed and raised his scepter, and swung it down fiercely. A green light entwined with death rushed out of the forest and hit Marris, knocking him into the air. go out.

But these two were just targets to distract the Gorefiend.

The real assassin.

"hum"

In the center of the four orc warlocks, the tidal roar erupted like a phantom sound, and the four warlocks were knocked into a stun at the same time, while Bu Laike, holding a blade fist, broke out of the shadows with a cold expression on his face.

It was falling on Old Dahl's body.

He met the old Juggernaut's eyes. As he guessed, the tide spell had no effect on the legendary Juggernaut with an extraordinary body.

But for a split second, Bo Laike could see clearly.

Old Dahl's gaze changed from astonishment to calmness, and at the last moment, there was even a kind of prayer.

kill him!

He's asking Bo Laike, the orc killer, to kill him!

Give him the last decency!

He would rather die in the hands of human beings as enemies, and in the name of dying in battle, his soul returns to his hometown.

I also don't want to fall into the hands of the dogs of the Shadow Council, be played with souls, and humiliate the remains.

"as you wish."

As if responding, amidst the roar of the Gorefiend and the eruption of evil energy, Bo Laike clenched his blade fists with both hands, half-kneeled on Old Dahl's chest, and pierced down fiercely.

"puff"

The blood of the soldiers gushes out.

(end of this chapter)