Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 577 130. To cut down a tree, you have to cut it from the root

Three roaring hellfire meteorites ruthlessly smashed onto the shadow curtain in the lower city of Lordaeron.

Even though it was broad daylight, the meteorite fire falling from the sky was not as dazzling and bright as it was in the night sky, and it still caused countless panicked civilians who fled outward to scream in fear.

That scene resembled the arrival of the end of the world in a fairy tale.

"Ask! What is the closest occupational feature between a warlock and a hunter?"

The voices of pirates' banter echoed above the shattered curtain of shadows.

Like a brain teaser, he seemed genuinely hungry for an answer. It's a pity that the half-dragon master assassin, who was being surrounded and beaten by three heavily armored hellfire demons, didn't have the time or the will to answer Bu Laike's question.

Unsatisfied with not getting an answer, the stinky pirate slapped the demon wings on his back and jumped from one end of the battlefield to the other.

Seizing the opportunity, he threw a rain of evil fire towards Farad, who was being beaten violently below, so that the scorching evil energy turned into raindrops and rained down from the sky, corroding everything.

When the assassin master wanted to dodge, another precise mind blast hit him.

The will of the half-dragon was hit by the evil magic of the Nathrezim, and the loud bang resounding in his mind instantly disrupted the rhythm of the battle between Farad and the three-headed hellfire structure.

Farad, who was still able to gain the upper hand, was stunned when he was rushed by the hellfire, and was beaten back and forth under the encirclement and blow of the Burning Legion's war machine.

Bo Laike laughed wildly and swung his left paw, the magic power of the shadows gathered into a long whip of pain that whipped the spirit and whipped down regardless of the target.

Hellfire is a structure without pain, and mental whipping is useless to them, but the dragon man is a living flesh and blood life, and the pain that hits the soul makes its huge body tremble.

"The correct answer is that warlocks and hunters never step into battle alone! To take my life, you have to pass my minions first.

And my servants, endless!

You may have expected to fight me to the death, my poor Farad, but you were clearly not ready to fight an army. "

The pirates in the sky watched the Master Assassin's distress with folded arms.

At this moment, he was portrayed as a dread demon king with his arms folded. His pale and thin face with weird double horns on his forehead showed undisguised irony and ridicule.

He flicked his sharp claws like a knife, and two portals of fel energy opened around him. The demon guard Clin Flan and the big-eyed demon Glazer who had just killed the rebel assassin rushed out of them and joined the opponent Among the attacks of the dragon people.

It's not over yet.

With the help of the shadow magic power of the enhanced version of Gul'dan's Skull, the pirate who has completed the transformation of the demon throws a newly completed dominance spell on his demon guard.

"Ah! The power of this burning legion!"

The crazy Clin Fran felt that he had completed the connection with the magic power of Bo Laike, and those shadow magic powers were transformed into pure fel energy in it.

Howling and screaming, the maddened demon shifted in size wrapped in fel energy.

It made its already tall body swell again, and the exaggerated muscles on its body became thicker and mightier. The magic steel blade armor behind it was also melted by the evil energy, and it was shaped into a sharper and more ferocious appearance.

With Clinfran's wild laughter, it transformed into a new brutal form, with a long whip-like tail covered with scales growing from its back, its feet turned into wide toe claws, and two pairs of horns grew out of its head.

There is also a halo of evil energy fear that is looming on his body.

It was forcibly "evolved" by the Stinky Pirate's Domination Charm.

From the leader of the Burning Legion, the Demon Guard, to the elite guard of the Legion Lord, this is the more powerful and destructive Wrath Guard.

One more step up, and you can enter the ranks of the fel lords.

"hum"

The pirate in the sky was very satisfied with the new look of his servant. He threw a huge war hammer from his bag and smashed it to the ground. The laughing Clinfran held the hammer in his right hand.

It held a huge weapon on the left and right, screamed and launched a destructive charge towards the dragon man in front of it.

As soon as he approached, he raised his weapon and danced a chaotic storm of demons in the high-speed whirlwind. The dragonman's scales cracked and blood splattered everywhere.

The seven eyes of the big beholder flying in the sky, after charging for a short time, fired towards Farad like rapid-fire cannons.

Where beams of different attributes go, the ground is torn, houses are destroyed, and acid and fire burn.

Master Assassin feels like he is really at war with an army.

No matter how fast he swung his claws, two fists were no match for four hands.

What made him feel even worse was that the current predicament was caused by the fact that Braike hadn't joined the battle at all. Once that guy also joined the battle in the form of a deadly assassin, he would most likely be killed in an instant. was crushed.

But even if they don't join the battlefield, the stinky pirates still have ways to interfere with the battle.

Flying around in the air, he said to Farad who was struggling below with a harsh voice:

"The black dragons all have wings. You are still adapting to your power. Why don't you create a pair of beautiful and practical dragon wings for yourself, so that you can avoid the attacks of my demon servants?"

Farad turned a deaf ear to this "suggestion".

The bad-hearted pirate was clearly messing with his state of mind.

It is true that manipulating the power of a dragonborn to grow wings can indeed fly into the sky, but he has never experienced flying before, and the result of taking off so rashly can only be torn alive in the sky by Braike, who also has wings up.

But he has realized his terrible mistakes.

The power of the dragonborn obtained through the strengthening of the blood of the black dragon is not used in this way. The unrecognized strengthening of body and strength will not only increase his combat effectiveness, but will seriously affect the assassin skills he relies on for his livelihood.

He walked in the shadows, so he couldn't choose to face the brutal enemy head-on like a warrior.

The Master Assassin quickly began "fine-tuning" his strength.

In the scorching and burning ruins, Farad's tall body shrunk rapidly. He was adjusting the focus of the black dragon's power to bring the fighting rhythm back to his accustomed mode.

He is an assassin, and he must use the power of the dragon to strengthen his assassin skills, otherwise let alone winning, whether he can leave alive is a problem.

Farad, who had found the trick, indeed quickly regained his advantage. When his body returned to normal human size, with the multiple blessings of strength, agility, physique, and perception, he regained the dexterity that he relied on for a living. .

With a killing feast of super high damage, while smashing the core of the flames from the three-headed hellfire structure, it also stabbed the sharp blade of assassination at the angry guardian demon who was still roaring and the big beholder who continued to emit magic beams .

But exactly the same as before, at the moment he was moving, a large-scale Shadow Fury fell from the sky, forcibly imprisoning all creatures including demons in place.

"Super learning ability, calm judgment, and unyielding fighting spirit, you really deserve to be the number one general under the Duke's command. Give you a little more time, and your legendary power will merge with the dragon's power, producing a real qualitative change.

It's a pity, do you think that I, who is so evil, will give you this opportunity to learn and grow? "

A group of small bats flapped their wings and gathered in front of Farad like a gust of wind.

Bu Laike in the form of the Dreadlord stood up from it, and as the black wings spread, a huge wave of shadowy chaotic magic was set off, like countless heavy punches hitting the dragonman assassin.

The horrible corrosion caused terrible wounds, and the magic power of the shadow penetrated into Farad's dragon flesh like a bug, biting and destroying frantically, and finally exploded in the body.

Leave the stinging shadow spikes inside and continue rolling.

Nathrezim Shadow Magic: Rotten Bee Swarm.

Even several demon seeds were detonated by the grinning pirates, and a huge amount of shadow magic gathered in Farad's super-strengthened body. They were entangled, surged, and gathered.

It's like the firewood of magic power has been piled up, and only the last fire is left to completely ignite.

The draconian assassin wants to disappear into the shadows.

But the shadow magic in his body was too concentrated, making him seem to be carrying a mountain on his back, and it was difficult to even move, let alone maintain the fighting rhythm of disappearing and dodging.

"Snapped"

Bo Laike's left paw, dotted with corrupt gems, clasped Farad's forehead. The stinky pirate in Nathrezim form tilted his head and grinned sinisterly. He said:

"A lot of people have given it cool names, but I prefer to call this trick 'head-touching'."

Warlock Execution. Shadow Burn, activate!

"hum"

The shadow magic power poured into Farad's body was instantly ignited, and hot flames spewed out from the flesh and bones of the dragon man, incinerating his flesh and blood into ashes.

Farad's body trembled in an instant, and the pain of his internal organs being scorched made him also open his mouth, spraying forward the shadow flames inherited from the black dragon descendant like a surge of water.

But the Dreadlord turned into a bat and disappeared with a laugh, and appeared behind Farad again. The black chains of dark sea water were swung around, piercing Farad's shoulder collarbone, pulling him unable to fight back.

The demon's left claw was raised, and five rasp and dagger-like claws clawed hard downward with the technique of back stabbing and deboning.

The effect of Underworld Slaughter is activated, coupled with the hunting stimulation and the blessing of the weapon master, this claw can easily hit the crit crushing effect.

Five criss-cross claw marks were left on the back of the dragon man, with hideous flesh and blood, festering and rotting scars.

The right claw clasped the jump cutter, and a shadow attack pierced Farad's dragon scales. The jump cut effect was activated, and the attack speed of the dreadlord nearly doubled in an instant, and the claws and blade swung like afterimages.

The poisoned sword blade flicked outwards lightly, and the chain wrapped around the wrist was pulled back fiercely.

The sound of the sword blade colliding with the bones made one's scalp tingle, and it also made Farad feel as if he had been struck by lightning.

Backstab, Eviscerate, Saber Stab, Claw Damage with Shadow Strike, a set of Assassin's secret skills can be played within a few seconds, if Farad has blood bars, at least two-thirds should be killed in this instant.

What was even more frightening was that the shadow magic power left by the pirates in the Master Assassin's body continued to burn, as if swallowing a few red-hot coals, making Farad miserable.

His absolute strength is clearly above Laike!

He is a senior legend!

Bu Laike Shaw is just a borderline assassin. He hasn't summed up his legendary power yet. His strength shouldn't be so strong.

Why is his connection with the shadow so close? This is definitely not a height that human assassins can reach, and it is impossible for the elf assassins of Quel'Thalas to have such a shadow affinity.

What exactly is Laike's professional legacy?

Why is he compatible with the way of shadow and spellcasting ability?

One question after another came to mind at this fatal moment, causing Farad's mind to be shocked by chaos. He wanted to calm down, and he forced himself to calm down.

But he can't.

It seemed that there was an invisible hand stirring his sanity, just like the waves splashing in the water could not dissipate.

wrong!

This kind of chaotic thoughts, this inability to concentrate, this... this is also part of the attack system of this guy in front of him!

He can affect the opponent's mind!

Hell, there's no chance of winning this way.

It's time to withdraw!

Farad realized this, and he retreated without hesitation.

Suppressing the burning shadow magic in his body and the curse of a whole row of warlock magic on his body, he opened his mouth and sprayed a huge shadow fireball at Bo Laike and his villainous demons in front of him.

When it landed, it exploded, and smoke bombs and flash powder used by assassins were thrown out. Under the cover of the shadow cloak, the seriously injured master assassin turned around and jumped into the shadows, running out of the battlefield at the fastest speed.

And the devil pirate flapping his wings and floating in the air behind grinned, observing the looming hunter's mark in the shadows. This guy was eager to escape, and he couldn't care less about using the shadow power to wash away the hunting mark.

Hehe, like a lost dog!

But it's brave to expose your back to a hunter.

The pirate smiled maliciously, blew a thin whistle, raised his left paw, and swung it down hard.

Wild Wrath activated, Weakness Indicator Locked, Kill Command!

Stupid wolf and big bear, let's go together!

Kill him!

"Aww"

The Soul Bear Dajiao, whose body was filled with wild and angry power, used a savage charge and a death bear hug of the giant bear tactics, and threw Farad, who was exuding a scorching aura all over his body, from stealth.

The cunning big wolf assisted with flanking, raised his head and screamed to bless himself and his big horn with a wild battle cry, and then opened his mouth wide and gnawed on Farad's dragon-blood-enhanced calf.

This mouthful of sharp teeth seemed to have bitten the withered leather, making Frostclaw snort in extreme dissatisfaction.

Then the cunning bastard rolled his eyes and attacked Farad again.

But this time, it used the unique ability of the soul beast, the soul shock, to blast Farad's mind with the power of a heavy hammer, beating the seriously injured master assassin dizzy.

The entanglement of a bear and a wolf greatly delayed his speed, and the beams of the angry guard Clin Fran and the big-eyed Glazer behind him put Farad in the predicament of being besieged again.

In the sky behind, Laike cancels the demon transformation, throws the hook lock in the air, jumps like Tarzan, and sends himself on top of a half-collapsed roof.

He stretched out his hand and pushed his battle helmet, glanced at the damaged scratches on the front of the battle suit, moved his fingers a little distressed, pulled out the longbow from the bag with his backhand, and raised his head to take another sip of the old dwarf. hunting snake oil.

Enter the state of concentrated shooting, and the fatal second burst is ready.

With the blessing of the hunter's mark, the sniper charged for a short period of time, and fell with the pirate's breath. With two swishes, the shadow arcs brought by the two void spikes shot across the ruined area where the shadows collapsed like meteors.

The first arrow pierced Farad's chest, pinning the Master Assassin to the ground, and the burst of magic formed an impact that shattered the ground.

Then the second arrow flew over, piercing through his eye socket like a falling star from the nine heavens.

There was a muffled bang.

The master assassin's body twitched violently.

All resistance ends here.

"The third one, another one, Ravenholdt is really going to be over."

Bu Laike put down the longbow in his hand, stretched his shoulders, and whispered:

"This will be the first faction that I will destroy with my own hands. It's really a sense of accomplishment. Hey, you two, are you done? Why is it so slow to fight one?

Do you need me to reprimand you in the pirate's "local dialect" to give you some motivation? "

"Shut up, Bo Laike!"

(end of this chapter)