Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 44

"hot!"

This is the only feeling that Bo Laike. Shaw can feel at this moment.

The blood spurted from Old Dahl's heart stained his neck and cheeks, like hot magma, making Bo Laike feel like touching a soldering iron for a moment.

The blade fist in his hand pierced the old Sword Master's heart along the wound left by Pasonia's dagger.

If he didn't do this, his weapon wouldn't be able to pierce through a legendary body at all.

The wound is very small.

Only as long as my little finger.

However, under the double action correction brought by the title of orc killer and the weapon master talent, Blade Fist's ferocious sharp blade finally completed the assassination perfectly.

The light in Old Dahl's eyes was fading.

Like a burnt candle, it shattered into ashes in an instant.

The terrifying heat extending from his arms made Laike's body tremble. After entering Azeroth for nearly a month, he personally accomplished something that 99% of the lives in this world could not accomplish.

He assassinated a legend!

"hum"

The huge amount of fragments produced when the tough soul was broken.

The thing that Bu Laike deliberately called "experience", like a raging tide, turned into an invisible surging force, and slammed on Bu Laike's body.

Pat on his soul.

He heard the orc's desolate battle song in a trance, and time seemed to stop at this moment. The pictures of the life that belonged to Dahl's triple blood blade kept rolling in front of the pirate's eyes.

He seemed to be able to feel it clearly.

The last prayer in the old sword master's heart was fulfilled, and his soul, which had been weakened by the torment of the legendary poison, was blown away like quicksand before Bu Laike's eyes.

Hot power melted into the assassin's body.

In front of his eyes, the translucent character cards seemed to have received a shock, and the numbers on the two ranks were constantly changing, as if they had broken garbled characters.

The next moment, everything returned to normal.

The night was still the bleak darkness, and his senses were restored in an instant. He saw the death knight Talon Blood charging towards him, riding a skeleton warhorse, holding a scepter, and entangled with shadow wings full of murderous aura. magic.

I also saw that Xiao Er jumped into the middle of the charging death knights as if he was desperate for his life.

He spread his arms out in front of him.

It seemed that he wanted to use his own body to prevent the death knight from interfering with this final assassination.

He is so brave.

Bu Laike retracted his eyes, and on the character card in front of him, the changing information was finally frozen:

Character Card: "Spirit Hunter" Drake Proudmoore (Laike Shaw)

Status: Mortal Body. Hellbringer. Farstrider - Herd

Class: Level 30 Pirate/Level 15 Ranger/Empty

New Talents: Notoriety, Thrill of the Hunt

New skills: Shadow Step (beginner +1), sniper (beginner)

"Thanks."

Bo Laike said something in a low voice.

The newly acquired Shadow Step was activated, and his whole body suddenly disappeared on the blood-splattered corpse of Old Dahl.

The shadow suit broke apart and turned into black smoke. He stepped in the shadows, stepped into a wormhole in an instant, and appeared behind Xiao Er after crossing several meters.

Grasping Xiao Er with his left hand, he rolled down to the ground with the force of impact, causing the Gorefiend's steel scepter entwined with scorching evil energy to swung down against Xiao Er's head.

The two rolled twice on the ground, and the moment Laike stood up, the dwarf musket with a sawed-off barrel in his arms was already drawn.

Half kneeling on the ground, facing the blood demon who turned his horse's head in front of him.

Movement slightly corrected.

Then, pull the trigger.

"boom"

At close range, two projectiles flew out of the gun with sparks, only taking the head of the blood demon.

Ranger skills. Sniping.

"boom"

Two bullets hit the Gorefiend's hood, his head was thrown upwards, and the death knight's rotten jaw was also split open, and pus and blood with a disgusting smell spurted out.

But it didn't affect the state of the death knight at all.

He pulled the rein of the horse, lowered his head slowly, his shriveled eyes exuded an extremely cold killing intent, and just looked at the two little rookies in front of him coldly.

Like, looking at two dead people.

"Ignorant mortals, how dare you!"

A hoarse voice squeezed out bit by bit from the decayed vocal cords.

Things didn't go well tonight, and Talon Gorefiend lost all patience.

When he was awakened from death by his mentor Gul'dan, Gul'dan told him to serve Orgrim's tribe loyally, but he was actually given a secret mission.

A task that is incompatible with the hegemony goal of the great chief and the entire tribe.

Just as the Horde and the Alliance are about to face a decisive battle, the "secret weapons" of this group of tribes obey the chief on the surface, but they also have their own evil deeds secretly.

Generally, this kind of behavior is called "two or five boys".

But for the warlocks who study dark magic, this kind of behavior is not a shame, let alone a betrayal. They are all the best of the scum, the king of rats in the sewer.

They never yearn for a world under the sun, they are happy to hide in the dark, and they regard meanness as their glory.

Therefore, betrayal is beautified by them as "self-interest" without any shame.

And the chaos tonight is an important part of this secret mission.

Their great cause requires fighters like Old Dahl!

It's a pity that Talon Gorefiend first let the Burning Blade Clan step into the trap, then secretly reached an agreement with Jubel, and finally ran to the hinterland of the hills secretly at the risk of being discovered by Orgrim's eyeliner.

He has prepared so much!

It's like casting bait, and finally waited until the fish bit the bait and was about to reap the spoils, and the duck that had already got it just flew away?

Still in front of him!

Still flew twice!

this is simply

unbearable!

Even for shameless warlocks, it is unbearable!

Warlocks have never been the only ones who steal other people's victories! Where can others get meat off the plates of warlocks?

kill!

kill them all!

"Hand over Old Dahl's soul!"

As a former great warlock, Talon Gorefiend didn't even need to look at it to know that there was no precious legendary soul in the body of the old sword master who had lost his breath.

"Hand it over!"

The death knight roared, and the skeleton horse under his crotch raised its hooves.

In the impossible distance, he entered the charging state after taking a step forward, carrying the master full of killing intent, and rushed towards the two lifeless humans in front of him.

The steel scepter in Gorefiend's hand was entwined with green light. It was the shadow magic of the warlock. Its existence made this weapon that could easily smash the skull even more deadly.

As the warhammer brings death, so does fel draw souls!

And the soul, that is the treasure and currency of the warlocks.

Facing Talon Gorefiend who came with death in front of him, Bo Laike's reaction was quite simple. He raised his head and threw a scout on it.

As a "polite" response.

"Bloodfiend" Teron'gor

Mortal Body (Rotten). Dark Pact. Magic Armor. Siphon Life. Soul Extraction. Shadow Embrace. Demon Skin. Demon Brute. Demon Power

Level 60 Warlock/Level 50 Death Knight (False)/Level 5 Dark Reaper

This feedback made Bo Laike feel the mood to blow the whistle when facing the death charge.

The Talon Gorefiend in front of him is probably the strongest man who has seen the most buffs since he got the detection skill. This shows how cautious and life-saving this guy is.

He almost superimposed all the buff states that warlocks can have, and the death knight should have several states, but the first-generation death knight in front of him is just a semi-finished product.

Look at him, still using fel magic instead of death energy, looks like a fake with an empty class, and as expected.

Talon Bloodline also has a legendary class "Dark Harvester".

You can tell by the name that it is an advanced Warlock class.

Bu Laike is not afraid of this at all.

Xiao Er behind him was not afraid either.

Although the Gorefiend was less than two meters away from them, and the Warlock's magic was ready to go, there was no need to be afraid, because support was here!

"kuang"

Amidst the thunderous shouts, a thunder-wrapped dwarf descended from the sky, and smashed down towards the Gorefiend like a shooting star with a tyrannical battle roar.

While the shadows were scattered, Granny Pasonia Shaw, who was holding a pair of daggers and fluttering around her head with silver hair, made an even more impressive appearance.

She emerges from the shadows.

With one kick on the Gorefiend's head, he kicked the charging death knight off his horse, and under the counter-shock force, he turned around lightly in the air.

Then it landed firmly in front of Bu Laike and Shaw.

When the legendary assassin landed on the ground, he reached out and beat his lower back in a playful manner, and then...

"boom"

Legendary warriors make their debut amidst thunder and lightning.

Smoke and dust billowed, and with the sound of the thunder-wrapped war hammer and battle ax colliding, the very embarrassed Prince Bronzebeard jumped out of the impact hole on the ground.

Gorefiend's skeletal steed, decorated with jeweled saddles, had been crushed to pieces by his heroic leap.

As for the Gorefiend himself, the moment the two legends appeared on the stage, he turned his head and ran away without the dignity of a strong man, and he did not forget to take Lao Da'er's body with him and fled into the collapsing Shadow Gate.

"Two human brats! Wait for me! The Shadow Council will not let you go!"

In the reverberation of the ruthless words he dropped, the shadow gate that surged with evil energy also turned into a stream of light and shattered open.

The moment the light spots dissipated, Muradin Bronzebeard, who was holding his breath and pretending to be fierce, suddenly collapsed, threw the weapon in his hand aside, and sat down on the ground himself.

Regardless of his identity, he began to pant heavily.

Granny Xiao Er, who is a shadow fighter, also shook her body, and was supported by her grandson with sharp eyesight and quick hands, so that she would not fall down.

Legendary will also be tired.

What's more, just now he fought fiercely with the determined old Dahl. He didn't even have time to rest, but he was bombarded by four hellfires and crushed another high-level demon.

The two legends were putting on airs, but fortunately they frightened away the life-threatening blood demon.

However, the Gorefiend's judgment could not be wrong. If he insisted on not leaving, the two legends would fight hard and try their best to bury him here, but it would be easy.

He was, after all, just a poor wretch with a soul in a body that didn't quite fit.

Whether it's the power of a warlock or a death knight, he can only give full play to it.

While taking advantage of the confrontation just now, Bu Laike secretly threw a scout on Muradin Bronzebeard, and the information returned was exactly the same as he guessed:

"King of the Hill" Muradin Bronzebeard

Legendary body (injured).? ? ?

All he could see was a title and name, followed by a series of question marks, and he couldn't even tell what his rank was.

"Hey! Boy, why were you looking at me so rudely just now?"

Muradin sat there with his short legs spread out, gasping for breath, turning his head against his helmet with the broken left horn, staring at Bu Laike viciously.

He shouted in his dwarven voice:

"Do you think I don't like it? Want to fight with me?"

"no."

The pirate behaved extremely well at this moment, and hurriedly took out of his luggage the beer and the tobacco that Captain Iron Mountain had brought along when he left Danga Locke Castle.

He handed it over to Prince Bronzebeard very respectfully.

"That's about the same."

Muradin stared at Bo Laike with his beard blown, took the beer and unscrewed the cork, then got up suddenly, drank three bottles of wine in a row, and then let out a comfortable groan.

He took the lit pipe from the pirate again, took a puff beautifully, and exhaled a wisp of smoke.

"Well, good dwarven beer and tobacco, I'm starting to like you, boy."

The Bronze Beard Prince looked at his beautiful beard cut off by the old sword master with some distress. He patted his beloved beard while turning his head to look at Bu Laike.

He said:

"You assassinated Old Dahl just now? Are you sure you killed him?"

"Ok!"

Bu Laike nodded, and under the equally serious gaze of Ms. Passonia who was supported by Shaw, he raised his blood-stained blade fist and showed the two legends the scorching blood left on it.

There was a strong smell of evil energy on the blood.

"I stabbed this blade fist into his heart."

Bu Laike stroked the weapon and said softly:

"he died."

"I can be sure!"

(end of this chapter)