Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 519 72. If you lose, you go to the hospital, if you win, you go to prison.

At the same time that Bu Laike tricked the most difficult guard of Prince Kael'thas, Salorian Dawn Seeker, with the strategy of "turning the tiger away from the mountain", so as to complete the transaction with the handsome and unparalleled prince.

In various parts of Dalaran, the four assassin factions have also come to an end to clear the traitorous assassins.

Relying on SI:7 and the Uncrowned, things will not go so smoothly.

Although these guys are all elites, and they are all capable of fighting, but they are inferior in number. Even if they can be driven away, they cannot wipe out all the rebel assassins.

However, the sudden addition of the elf faction brought the night's battle to a happy ending.

The fighting skills of the Dreadmen and Phoenix Assassins are more subtle than their human counterparts, and the naturally flexible bodies of the elves also give them a higher starting point for the shadow path than humans.

Relatively speaking, elves are indeed very suitable for agile occupations such as assassins or rangers, and they also have a higher energy perception than humans.

These are all natural advantages, not to be envied.

But on the other hand, humans also have their own advantages. Humans' learning ability is much better than elves who are immortal species, and they also have advantages over elves in the use of various weapons.

The most peculiar thing is that after a long period of training, some talented human assassins can also acquire the ability to "detect stealth" like the Sangugal family.

This trained skill has no aftereffects.

"You and Vereesa Windrunner stalked a master assassin? Who gave you the courage to do so?"

In a vaulted hall in the elf living area, the current Patriarch of the Sangunar family, the "Baron of Fear", sat on a chair expressionlessly, looking at Valeera who was being treated by a doctor in front of him.

He said in a bad tone:

"When you embarked on the path of an assassin, I taught you to be in awe of the shadows. And you two ignorant children first challenged the master of the 'Uncrowned', and you are responsible for this shameful end!

He killed the beheader tonight, and another master of Ravenholdt fell. You can come back alive because of his mercy. "

"Uncle, I don't care about my failure. As you said, I will swallow the consequences of my reckless actions without hesitation."

Valeera lying there raised her head and said to her Uncle:

"But that person, he told me that the blood of shadow passed down by the family has a fatal flaw, and he also showed me that flaw. Magic addiction, why us."

"Because there is always a price for being strong."

The Baron of Fear said calmly:

"The blood of the shadows allows the Sangunals to master the power of 'fear'. Among all the legendary powers of the way of assassins, our power of fear is an excellent inheritance.

I didn't tell you about this defect, because I didn't want you to have psychological pressure, but now that you know it, you have to better protect your defect in future training and battles.

I know what you're worried about.

I will discuss this matter with him personally, and judging from the unique mode of action of his faction, a proper result should be obtained.

As for you, Valeera.

Your untimely arrogance and recklessness disappoint me very much.

I think it is necessary for you to leave the shelter of your family and travel alone for a while. "

"Ok."

Valeera's face darkened.

Although what Uncle said is an understatement, the so-called "travel" is basically equivalent to "exile". She is not the only descendant of the Sangunar family, and the internal competition is very cruel and fierce.

She made herself an embarrassing failure, which meant that she was getting farther and farther away from the position of the next Patriarch.

However, there is still a chance.

On the other hand, little sister Vereesa didn't have this kind of "elder comforting" treatment, she was lying alone in her room, her heart was filled with the annoyance of failure and the shame of what she had encountered tonight.

Can't be calm for a long time.

But besides the assassins, there is actually another place in the fierce battlefield tonight.

At the same time as the assassins drew their knives and slashed at each other, under the ground city of Dalaran, in the complex maze-like giant sewer, another "unique" fight was going on.

Dalaran's low-level mages have always had a tradition of "fighting".

This sport was recorded in Magna Aegwynn's private diary, and the young mages who were always restless would often have quarrels and conflicts due to strange reasons.

In most cases, there will be a tutor to mediate, but if the tutor has no time or is too lazy to take care of it, then this conflict will be resolved in another way.

There are battle mages patrolling the city, and private fighting is prohibited, but no one cares about the sewers.

Although there are also outposts set up by battle mages here, as long as they pay some "site usage fee" to the battle mages in charge of this place, a wide area in the sewer dubbed "arena" can be used by them .

Little mages usually gather here to settle grievances with self-made "weapons" or fists.

It doesn't sound magical at all, but it's really "cheap".

When Ms. Aegwynn was young and frivolous, she had the nickname of "King of Smash Bros." Just by hearing her name, she knew how she got this nickname.

Moreover, there is an exit of the sewer "arena" just outside the Dalaran doctor's first-aid department. After each fight, the business of the first-aid department will be much better.

However, there are also rules for fighting in the sewers. To sum it up, there is only one rule, no lives are allowed!

"Come on, you soft bastards who play arcane arts! Weren't you very powerful when you provoked me just now? Everyone uttered harsh words to make it impossible for me to leave Dalaran alive.

How can this be cowardly?

come! "

In the sewer arena, above the sewage pipes surrounded by everyone, the iron fence was covered with shocking blood, and seven or eight little Dalaran mages who had been knocked down were lying around in a haphazard manner.

In the middle of them was the sorcerer Xieyan, whose clothes were torn into rags and who had been beaten up by the gang.

But this guy is worthy of being an orc, and his fights are really fierce. These little mages who are usually neglected in training are really no match. He beat seven or eight of them with his bare hands.

A group of mages from Dalaran were chattering endlessly, rolling up their sleeves and going to continue playing.

Xieyan didn't hesitate at all.

Spit a mouthful of blood with broken teeth towards the side, grinning grinningly grabbed the head of a dwarf mage whose face was covered in blood, and the latter was still holding a wooden stick studded with nails.

This cunning orc has been ridiculed by mages since he entered Dalaran, and this meeting finally found a chance to teach these talkative things a lesson.

He smashed the unconscious dwarf at the feet of the crowd in front of him like a cannonball, and hooked his fingers towards them.

The meaning of provocation is beyond words.

"Arugal! Come on, beat him!"

Amidst the noise of a group of young mages, a mage wearing a black coat, arms folded, and a proud face strode out. Judging from the calls of the mages next to him, this guy should be a scumbag.

This can be seen from his obviously stronger body than other mages, and the cloth strips wrapped around his hands.

Well, this guy is the legendary Arugal.

A Gilnean with very weak spellcasting ability, but still entered the Kirin Tor. Because of his weak spellcasting ability, Arugal seems to have learned to "make up" for his disadvantages in other ways.

"It's not fair!"

On the side of Narsalas College, Anaris Yuejun, a sorcerer apprentice who grabbed a bottle of wine and drank drunkenly, cursed:

"You are playing wheel battles, Xieyan has only one eye, and now you are almost blinded by you, we have to change people here!"

"When did the noble masters treat us lowly warlocks fairly?"

The troll said sarcastically:

"Look at their appearance, they are eager to rush up and kill Xieyan. Look at the nails on those sticks, they are really terrible. We 'savage' trolls are not so ruthless when we fight among themselves."

"No substitutions!"

A human mage standing on a wooden box shouted:

"It was agreed before that one person was replaced by the other, and this shameful and despicable green skin promised himself! He won't even think about getting out alive today!"

"boom"

The Yuejun chick is a pirate captain, when has she ever been wronged like this?

She smashed the wine bottle in her hand, jumped into the battle circle with the freshly baked "bar weapon", and shouted to the excited mages in front of her:

"That's good, don't change people, can you add people? It's just about killing people, why are you playing one-on-one? It's good for everyone to have a big fight?"

"That's it!"

The skinny boy also held his own Jordan staff and jumped over like swinging a war hammer. He shouted:

"Don't talk about the ridiculous rules that don't allow the use of weapons. Everyone is a spellcaster. Come on, use magic whatever you want. We are here today, and we will accompany you to the end!"

"Wait, everyone! I'll roll the dice first!"

The giant magician yelled suddenly, startling the people around him. Under the stunned gaze of the mages, this guy took out a dice from his arms, held it with both hands and blew on it.

Then flip the dice up.

In the next moment, more than a dozen rays of light shone on the dice.

That is to say, Zarak didn't have a character card, so he couldn't clearly capture the attitude of the Loa, but this time he was empowered by more than a dozen divine powers, and his whole body swelled up like a balloon.

Including but not limited to Rezan, Paku, Tolica, Gibble, Old Ghani, Akali, Motos, Lennok, Harkoa, and even the old Bwonsamdi who likes to watch Many loa gods seemed to be attracted by this chaos.

"Ah, the loa are looking forward to a wonderful brawl, they have given me strength, they are urging me to win with blood!

come! "

Zalak, who had swelled into a giant troll, felt the inexhaustible power in his body.

Laughing wildly, he rushed to the nearest little mage of Dalaran, and was grabbed by the latter as a "warhammer" while screaming, and began to attack indiscriminately around.

It's like a signal to charge.

In the next moment, the warlocks and the little mages who were at least five times their number started a chaotic battle.

Now there are no rules anymore. Arcane Shock, Frostbolt and other magics are used, and the warlocks also summon demons to make up for the disadvantage in numbers.

Zarak's younger brother Dakuru saw that the situation was not good, so he simply turned into a wind snake and swept across the battlefield, "bombing" this small area with lightning breath and venom balls.

The entire sewer arena became a mess.

The Huohua couple turned pale with fright. The two cowardly dwarves did not want to join the battle, so they supported each other and moved out on the ground.

Fortunately, they are short in stature, so they will not be accidentally injured in such a chaotic scene.

As a result, while running, Wendell Sparks suddenly found a familiar figure. He rushed over and dragged back a little dwarf who was waving a wooden stick and shouting loudly with tied hair, and cursed:

"Jin Di! Why do you come here to join in the fun? Are you trying to piss off your parents? We worked so hard to make money to send you to school, so you came here to fight with weapons?"

"Oh, Dad, and Mom?"

Dalaran little mage Jindi Sparks was stunned when he saw the two in front of him. He quickly threw the blood-stained stick aside, and threw himself into his mother's arms with open arms.

She wept and said:

"Where did you two go?

The mages say you're missing in Northrend, and I'm scared to death. Why are you two still wearing Narsalas College clothes? Huh? How did you go to become a warlock? "

"Well, it's too much to say, so I'll talk about it later."

Wendell Sparks looked back at the scene of the chaos that had already hit the head, and seeing the blood flying, his heart trembled, and he dragged his daughter and wife and ran out of the sewer.

It couldn't be better today.

Once there are casualties, things will only get more troublesome.

There was a dwarf mage with red eyes in front of his head. Seeing the Nazaras robe on Wendell, he screamed and threw a frost arrow at the Spark couple.

Old Wendell gritted his teeth, raised his hand and threw a fear spell, interrupting the dwarf's spellcasting.

In order to protect his daughter, his wife, Jessie, didn't care about this meeting any more. She pinched the magic seal and summoned two hellhounds, biting them indiscriminately in front of her eyes. Finally, she found a way for Huo Hua's family to leave.

"Dad, Mom, you are amazing."

After running out of the sewer in disgrace, the little dwarf Jindi looked at his parents adoringly. They were so handsome when they cast spells just now.

"What's so great, go home quickly."

Old Wendell felt restless and did not dare to stay, and was about to go home with his family.

As a result, before they walked out of the corner, they saw the cold-faced Archmage Anslem leading a group of battle mages to the sewers. The sharp-eyed Jesse Sparks also saw the equally ugly-faced Mentor Deliana in the crowd.

"It's over."

The three little dwarves shook their bodies at the same time.

But no one cared about the Sparks' family, the battle mages blocked the exit of the nearby sewers, and Ansrem personally led a surprise attack on the sewers of the chaos.

"Bastards! What a disgrace! This is how you spellcasters solve conflicts? Why don't you wear tin can armor like rude warriors and take your warhammers and smash each other?

Is there a bit of caster decency in that?

asshole!

You are a disgrace to Dalaran!

Anyone who can still move, get rolled into Violet Prison!

Confinement for three months! "

(end of this chapter)