Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 572 125. Married? Fuck it!

In the chaotic palace, a group of kings, escorted by their attendants and knights, were quickly evacuating towards a safe zone.

Lothar's departure took away the most difficult orc chiefs. Although the remaining orcs were difficult, they did not exceed the limit that the elite guards could deal with.

This gave the kings a chance to "calmly" leave.

"Look at these greenskins who are so wicked! What Dai Lin said is right, we should have killed them all in the first place!"

King Thoras Trollbane, who held the ceremonial scepter, was guarded by his Arathor Greatsword Knight. He was not afraid of the fighting in front of him and behind him, the blood flowing and the corpses in the blood.

He also fought in war when he was young, and he has seen many such scenes.

However, His Majesty the King of Stormgard was in a bad mood. As he retreated, he said to the cold-faced King Terenas beside him:

"Their goal is Lothar. If Lothar is dead, they may attack and release the orc shelters that are everywhere on the continent.

As soon as those bastards are freed, there's another orc war waiting for us to fight. Today's event is a warning, Menethil, that we must decide early. "

"Jin has long been dissatisfied with spending money to 'build houses' for orc captives, and today's matter will definitely become the best reason for him to mess around."

The expressionless King Terenas held the ceremonial sword at his waist.

His attention was not on the battlefield in front of him, he was thinking about political affairs in his mind, thinking about the consequences of today's orc attack in a short time.

As for the interruption of his daughter's wedding, although the old king was very angry, as a monarch who is good at political calculations, he is used to consolidating power and strengthening Wang Quan of Lordaeron at the top of his mind. bit.

He glanced back at the battlefield in the palace, and said to his current political ally, King Thoras Trollbane:

"Look how happy Dailin will be.

Since we decided to set up an asylum for orc prisoners of war, he must have 'wanted to die' for these greenskins. His life is really simple, so simple that he doesn't seem like one of us. "

"Poor Dailin just lost his son, Menethil, don't be so mean."

His Majesty Thoradin shrugged, and replied as he walked towards the exit of the palace amid the clash of weapons and roars of the knights fighting the orcs:

"I can fully understand his anger and hatred towards the green skins, if the green skins kill my son, I will definitely be as angry as Dai Lin.

These orcs will only cause trouble, trouble without end.

The war they brought was disgusting enough, and what happened after the war nearly tore our alliance apart.

I'm more and more sympathetic with Dailin and Gene's thinking.

They all deserve to be damned. "

"That is the thinking of a warrior, Trollbane."

King Terenas shook his head, stroked the hilt of his sword, sighed and said:

"If only things were that simple, old friend. But speaking of it, things can actually be that simple, as long as we"

"His Royal Highness! Don't go out!"

The old king was discussing politics with his fellow travelers, but his son listened impatiently.

As he crossed a corridor and was about to leave the ugly palace that had been destroyed by giant dragons, Alsace suddenly grabbed the sword from the guard's hand and rushed towards the muddy battlefield where the tide had receded outside the palace.

"Alsace, don't go! Come back!"

The old king, who was calm just now, was a little panicked now, and he shouted:

"Come back to me! You little idiot! Garithos, stop him!"

"My friend is there! Father."

Little Alsace yelled.

His eyes were fixed on the battlefield ahead, where little Jaina was "fighting alone" in the center of the blood-red "smooth" area that was brought into danger by that bastard Laike.

He can't sit idly by, he has to help her.

There was tremor in Alsace's voice, but it wasn't fear. It's a kind of anxiety mixed with the excitement of the first actual battle, and the excitement of saving a girl in distress with a knight's feeling.

Holding the long sword in both hands, he called for the holy light to add to his body, and shouted to his father without looking back:

"I can't give up on them, you retreat first!"

After finishing speaking, the little prince passed the side of an orc with a crisp and sharp sliding shovel.

After getting up, he kicked the orc's ass, kicking the green skin staggeringly, and slashed at the orc's left leg with the sword in his hand. When the orc retreated with a roar, he thrust the sword forward out, stabbing the orc in the neck.

Hot blood was spilled all over the place immediately.

"The combat skills taught by that stinky Bu Laike Shaw are quite useful."

Arthas, who had won the first battle, panted heavily, thinking of this, and dragged his sword towards Jaina, who was familiar with the "biting ice" magic formula.

The blessing of the holy light made him extremely fast, and the five knights sent by the old king behind him couldn't keep up with him.

"what!"

At the same time that little Alsace rushed out, at the back of the palace, Princess Calia, who was waiting in the dressing room for the opening of the grand wedding, was being escorted out by the guards to join the king.

But just as they were leaving, there was a sudden scream of panic from the maids at the entrance of that place.

King Terenas, who was being escorted by Marshal Garithos to retreat to a safe area, looked back, his eyes tightened in shock, and he said to the Marshal beside him:

"My daughter! Go and save her!"

A group of retreating people looked to the back of the palace, where a large amount of rubble fell from the palace shattered by the dragon fire, blocking the princess who was escorted away by the guards against the collapsed wall.

If so, that's all.

The most terrible thing is that there is something that doesn't look like a good thing at first glance, and it is holding a burning magic steel sword and striding towards Princess Jialia.

Every step the guy took would leave scorched black marks on the ground.

He's like an elf with pointed ears.

But his size is two circles larger than that of ordinary elves. He is wearing a set of demon-style dark battle armor. On his bare chest, he can still see interlaced stitching marks, as well as demonic evil energy burning on the surface of his body.

This is a "fel spirit"!

The loyal guards around the princess and the elite guards of the Prestor family rushed towards the uninvited guest bravely, but were cut down one by one by the latter and his amazing sword skills.

It wasn't a simple swing of a sharp blade, there were obviously traces of magic blessing on it, making the sharp blade swung by the fel elf fast and deadly, just like the wind blowing through and the leaves withering.

"Master, save my daughter!"

Seeing that Princess Calia was being approached by that strange fel elf, the archmage Mo Della, who came to watch the ceremony as a guest, took out the fighting staff at the old king's plea.

She was preparing a precise teleportation technique to go to Princess Calia's position, but the golden sword lady who was maintaining the arcane protection next to her observed the attacker and said in a confused tone:

"This is obviously a creation of demons. Why did it appear here? Although Lordaeron's court mages are not top-notch, they can't even do the most basic space confinement.

There is something wrong with this guy, it may have been summoned by someone present. And, looking at the lines on his body, do they look familiar?

It is very similar to the hunting magic patterns on the demon hunters that appeared in the previous Silverpine Forest incident, and seems to come from the same source. "

"Indeed, but such speculation is meaningless."

The Archmage Delandon beside Ms. Golden Sword shook his head, and he also drew out his combat wand, saying:

"Catch that guy, and there will be a way to find out his origin. I will go first, Mo Della will cover, and Ms. Jinjian will continue to protect the important people here."

"Ok."

The three archmages formulated a combat strategy within a few words.

Archmage Delandon threw the teleportation technique on himself, and with his superb teleportation skills, he and a group of royal guards around him were sent into the direction where Princess Calia's team retreated.

The orcs were right behind them, and they were coming fiercely. It is better to rescue the princess of Lordaeron and retreat before talking about counterattack.

But just as the teleportation technique took effect, a portal opened on the fel elf's side, and a weird pirate with a hood walked out of it.

He raised his finger, clasped the invisible magic power, and flicked it lightly like plucking a string.

As the hood flew, an extremely precise magic power "bumped" into Delandon's teleportation magic power node.

It felt very subtle.

If the teleportation technique of the great mage is a chord played in a classic, then this sudden vibration is a ray of out-of-tune chaos in the movement.

It just happened to be stuck at the node where the magic power of the teleportation technique converged and the portal was about to open, disrupting the most critical node of the magic operation, causing the entire teleportation technique to collapse in an instant.

The teleportation spell that had just started was forcibly terminated, like a magic bomb being detonated, allowing the energy that was operating according to the guidance of the archmage to flow back and explode on the spot.

However, the energy containing terrifying and destructive power was guided to the ground with superb spellcasting skills, and the ground around it shook with a bang, completely shattering the passage leading to the princess.

The destructive power of that mass of magic power was firmly restrained within five meters, and even one meter away from this "invisible line" was safe and sound.

However, a group of Lordaeron royal guards who approached the portal with the archmage were torn apart by the sudden loss of arcane magic power.

It stands to reason that this magical power poured back along the teleportation beacon could have caused more terrible damage, but the mysterious figure who destroyed the archmage's teleportation deliberately restrained the destructive power.

Doesn't seem to want to hurt too many people.

However, this cold and precise "spell interruption" frightened the Archmage Delandon himself, who escaped with the flash technique.

For a time, he suspected that he had stepped into a magical trap prepared in advance that was effective against teleportation.

When his pale face flashed back to Archmage Mo Della and Ms. Golden Sword, the expressions of the two ladies were already extremely solemn.

"There is a teleportation master who has mastered space magic on the opposite side. Using teleportation magic in front of him or her is tantamount to suicide!"

Jin Jian yelled at the casters behind him who were eager to try:

"Teleportation and flashing are prohibited here, and no space magic is allowed!"

"Look there!"

She pointed to Princess Calia, who was completely isolated on the other side by the second explosion. Delandon looked up, and saw that all the servants around the princess had been killed by the fel elf holding the flaming magic blade.

Beside him, there quietly appeared two elves dressed as pirates, a male and a female.

They were all dressed in clean pirate outfits, with hoods, swords and muskets, and their skin was a strange black-gray color.

The man's face was covered with mysterious runes.

And the woman holds a staff made of crystal and entwined with magic power.

Her Royal Highness the eldest princess Jia Liya, who was knocked out, was being carried on the shoulders of the tall and savage fel elf like a trophy, with her hands hanging behind the elf.

The well-groomed long hair was also scattered, hanging in the air, life and death unknown.

"Stop!"

Seeing his daughter being "kidnapped" by those three people, King Terenas shouted angrily, waved his scepter and shouted:

"Put down my daughter, we can talk. Whatever you want, I will."

"You can't give us what we want! Poor human king."

Talisa, the first mate of the Pride of the Moonshire, the chief arcanist of Captain Anaris, raised her head.

"Save some energy to deal with the upcoming disaster in your royal city, be patient, Her Royal Highness will come home."

The expressionless Talisa reached out and pushed her pirate hat, interrupted King Terenas' call loudly, then raised her finger and waved it back.

The teleportation master Oculus behind him threw a teleportation marker stone, opening a portal to an unknown place.

The fel elf swordsman Max Duran, who carried Princess Calia on his back, strode into it, leaving scorched black footprints, and disappeared in front of his eyes with his "trophies" in this constantly shaking, chaotic palace. middle.

"Catch them!"

The old king swung his scepter forward angrily. The court mages knew that the three in front of them were difficult to deal with, but under the scolding of the old king, they still bite the bullet and attacked the portal, trying to keep Princess Jialia behind. Down.

But as soon as their spells were mobilized, they were abruptly destroyed by Nightborn Arcanist Talisa with an extremely precise magic counter. The magic power condensed in their hands dissipated, causing several court mages to look at each other in dismay.

I can't beat it at all!

This mass counterspell has already proved the opponent's strength. This is a real legendary elf spellcaster. It is impossible for them to be the opponent of this weird pirate.

"boom"

The teleportation master of the Undead Fleet threw out the second teleportation stone, and as it spun and landed, a large group of hissing snake-man pious pirates rushed out brandishing their weapons.

These bastards held their insane snake-man blowing arrows in their hands, which made countless desert creatures frightened, and knocked down a whole row of humans and orcs in front of them with one encounter.

Those unlucky ones twitched all over and fell to the ground foaming at the mouth, which meant that the blow dart was equally deadly to creatures outside the desert.

"Damn it!"

Under the interference of the snake people, the nightborn elf trio easily retreated into the portal with the "trophy" of Calia Menethil.

And a group of human beings basically can't do anything other than scolding.

okay.

The bride was robbed, the groom disappeared, and the wedding scene was messed up by a group of orcs. What a fucking marriage.

Today's wedding is really a mess.

Sure enough, it was hit by the stinky pirates. The way this beautiful place collapsed and burned is very beautiful.

(end of this chapter)