Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 607 160. That's it, can you perform it again? - Added updates for the Mengzu Lingxue brothers [1530]

The five spellcasters on the broken mage tower were already in despair. The magic hands they released with all their strength failed to lift Deathwing's back armor.

Obviously, the cunning and powerful Fallen Dragon King realized the tactics of the stinky pirates. After the first piece of back armor was blown off, it strengthened the fixation of the back armor with empty, fallen flesh and blood.

Obviously, the same combat method cannot cause secondary damage to a terrifying creature like Deathwing, and Ysera's assistance also failed to tear the fallen dragon's back.

This turned things around in an instant.

They only had one chance and now they failed.

As long as the crazy Deathwing rushes over and breathes out the shadow flames, he can kill all the innocent people below this dilapidated mage tower and those who are sheltered by the mages of Nazaras!

Don't doubt it, it has this devastating strength.

But after the big surprise, Daxi came on the scene. A colorful and feeble young dragon was flying over the burning Dalaran. Both injured Red Blackhand and Warlock Xieyan were struggling to control the colorful young dragon that was about to be scared to pee. Stay away from this bad area.

And Bu Rocks Saurfang, who evacuated with them, was keenly aware of the battle below.

After thinking for a while, the old orc understood the current situation.

He didn't even discuss with Reddo, turned around and jumped down from the back of the young dragon, pulled out the orc battle ax behind his back in the air, and made a precise and powerful heroic jump in the fall, allowing himself to complete a turn in the air, like Like a meteorite wrapped in flames, it was hitting Deathwing's exposed back below.

While launching the charge, the old orc activated his own legendary power, wrapping the flaming blade on the battle ax in the extreme compression of anger.

After charging and jumping, the battle ax swung, and a full-fledged cleaving slashed at the connection between Deathwing's carapace and flesh and blood.

Hands up and down!

The corrupted tentacles were like a felled tree, split in two amidst the blood splattering, Ysera stuck the back armor with two dragon claws, and the old man who was continuously manipulating the magic hand The Lich understood at the same time.

With the concerted efforts of the three parties, Deathwing's second thick carapace was thrown away with a scalp-numbing sound of tearing.

The heavy black carapace spun and fell to the cracked ground below, blasting a huge impact crater when it landed, fully proving the terrible weight of this thing.

"Aw!"

The sudden blow shocked Deathwing, who was full of murderous intentions. The moment the second back armor was lifted off, its huge body began to squirm strangely.

More and more corrosive tentacles grew out of the wound of corrupted flesh and blood that flowed like volcanic lava on the back, which was the instinct of the empty flesh and blood to pursue continuous strengthening.

The divine power flowing in the fallen dragon's body is urging it to enter a more terrifying form, and this forced "evolution" is not even under the control of the fallen dragon king himself.

But that's not what Deathwing wanted!

Its strength is already strong enough, and it is now the ultimate in its ability to manipulate. This cool and domineering source quality dragon armor is not for defending against enemies, but for "suppressing oneself".

If the armor used to restrain the body fails, if the void strengthening continues, it will get out of control!

Its body then becomes the perfect vessel for the power of the Void, transforming itself into a super Void Aberration full of eyeballs and tentacles.

Deathwing in that form can take root in the core of Azeroth's earth, thereby triggering a "catastrophe" that shatters the overall framework of the world. While smashing the world, it opens the rift leading to the void realm.

That would mean the coming of the Twilight Judgment.

but not now!

The various servants of the void are not ready yet, the three ancient gods are still in the cage, the void has just begun to erode the heart of the world, and it is far from the promised day of the twilight hour.

The end result of completing the distortion here is to completely lose the ability to fly. After destroying the northern border, he was attacked by the powerful creatures of order in turns and died together.

"You shameful bugs!"

Deathwing knew he had to go, he had to return to Deepholm immediately, and summon his servants to reforge stronger elementium armor for him.

But it can't swallow this breath!

"Die, die!"

The Fallen Dragon King raised his head, turned around and spewed a mouthful of shadow flames towards the ever-growing fallen tentacles behind him, burning those tentacles, and letting the creation of the void fall like rain on the ground below that was not broken due to its anger.

It roared, it had lost all patience.

These bugs are so cunning.

It wants to use a small-scale cataclysm to completely bury them and their sad kingdom!

"Earth! Listen to my orders!"

Deathwing gave up the direct attack, and flapped its wings back to Lordamere Lake, its burning eyes filled with destructive madness.

It began to urge it with all its strength to use its power in the world given by the titans as the guardian dragon. Amidst the terrifying bang, the land around Lake Lordamere split apart inch by inch.

Looking down from a high altitude, it looks like a "flower" in full bloom.

A flower of destruction.

The ground sank, the mantle cracked, the magma surged, and the continental shelf groaned unbearably, and the entire Tirisfal region was pulled into a horrible and unwarranted disaster.

Dalaran, which was burning and extinguished, was divided into two after three seconds, and turned into seven or eight "isolated islands" that no longer bordered each other after six seconds.

The walls of the city of Lordaeron, which was built on the cliffs by the lake, also began to collapse. With the screams of countless people, in the afterglow of the destruction, large boulders were peeled off and fell from a high place.

The ground of the Silver Pine Forest began to "undulate" like waves, and wherever the seismic waves touched, whether it was human towns or forests gifted by nature, they were wiped away like ruthless hands.

The Destroyer began to show his power.

The stinky pirate was stumbling around on the dilapidated mage tower. He grabbed Finner's hand and rushed to the side of the tower. The little star in the distance was screaming and flying towards them in the shape of a dragon.

The little blue dragon was terrified by the force of destruction, her wings were trembling at the root.

"What are you still doing in a daze! Ysera!"

Bu Laike and Fenner jumped into the air, were caught by the little star, and flew into the sky with a roar. He shouted at the Emerald Queen flying in the sky:

"Quick! Pull us into a dreamland! If you touch fish again, everyone will die!"

"Shut up! Ignorant humans, don't disturb my spellcasting!"

Queen Ysera is also in a hurry to get angry.

She was really not fishing for fish. In fact, she had already started preparing dragon language magic the moment Deathwing opened the cataclysm, but such a large-scale dreamland walking spell required chanting.

"Emerald Legion, listen to my order and open the gate of dreams!"

The call of the Awakened spread throughout Dalaran and the surrounding airspace in an instant.

The green dragons immediately cast spells with the queen, incorporating themselves into the dragon language magic of the awakened ones, and becoming nodes where dreams and the present world border each other.

A large-scale dragon language magic was released by Ysera, with her as the center, the emerald dream mist shone like an arc, quickly covering the entire Tirisfal region.

All creatures illuminated by the arc are instantly stripped from this world and thrown into the Emerald Dream temporarily, so that they can avoid being wiped out by Deathwing's destructive power.

That is the plane associated with the material world of Azeroth, and it is full of strange power of life. It stands to reason that ordinary mortals are neither qualified nor able to touch the real dream world.

But right now the entire Northern Xinjiang is about to be destroyed, and it's not the time to enforce the rules.

"The dream is repelling the living. Your people cannot hide in it forever. You must stop Deathwing from raging!"

Ysera, who presides over the dream ceremony, seems to be in two dimensions at the same time. Her huge and beautiful body has become unreal, and in the blurred light of flapping wings, she shouted to the legends who are still in this world. arrive:

"Quick! Before the catastrophe is completed, no matter what method is used, stop it!"

"Kael'thas!"

Bu Laike grabbed Little Star's dragon horn and commanded her to fly into the air. At this critical moment, he moved towards Kaelsa who was summoning a beautiful elemental phoenix as a mount and carrying five legendary spellcasters into the sky. Prince Si shouted:

"Give me your collection! I want that ax, quick!"

"What time is this, Captain!"

The terrified little Xingxing cried out in a crying voice:

"Let's stop robbing, let's save the world, shall we? I beg you."

"Shut up, you stupid little dragon."

The pirate who looked like a qualified scavenger cursed in tatters:

"Don't bother me to save the world. Don't listen to her nonsense, Kael'thas, this is the best contribution you can make to save the world. Give me your ax!"

"give him!"

Dean Lanyue standing behind the elemental phoenix said loudly:

"If he runs away with your things, Nazaras College will pay you!"

"That was not what I meant."

An embarrassed Kael'thas Sunstrider murmured under his breath as he summoned his collection:

"I'm not such a stingy person. I just doubt how a legendary battle ax can save the world. This thing probably can't even break the skin of Deathwing."

Saying so, the handsome prince waved his hand, and the legendary double-edged ax blazing with magical flames roared and spun around, and was caught by the pirate again.

This thing is called "destruction", and its entry attribute is

Uh, it's about this time, Northern Xinjiang is going to be ruined, so don't waste time looking at the attributes, anyway, it's not for the pirates themselves.

"Go down! See that orc running? Go to him!"

The pirate gave orders to Little Star.

The blue dragon gathered its wings and fell down like a meteor. On the ground close to the constantly shaking and tearing ground, it spread its wings again. With a beautiful gliding rotation, it used its dragon claws to catch the old orc who was bouncing back and forth on the shaking ground below. Throw him on the back of the dragon.

Before Bo Rocks Saurfang could react, Bo Laike stuffed a flaming legendary battle ax in his hand.

The stinky pirate pointed to Deathwing, who laughed wildly in the sky and unleashed the power of destruction. The latter unleashed the power of the earth, causing the nearby gravity to become chaotic.

Those broken stones formed a "star ring" flying around it, making Deathwing, who was burning all over his body at this time, full of the majesty of the World Destroyer.

"See it?"

The pirate said to the bewildered old orc:

"Cut it!

I know you have some sort of terrible technique that can kill these giant creatures. I don't know if it's a one-time kill.

But right now, the only one who can interrupt its spellcasting here is you. "

"I don't even know you! You crazy."

Bu Rocks looked at the exquisite and powerful battle ax in his hand, he glanced at Bo Laike, and said with a strange expression:

"Why should I help you?"

"If you don't help me, just wait for the Frostwolf Clan to collect the corpse."

The pirate sneered and said:

"I'm a big man with great energy. Whether the Frostwolf Clan can escape from the Alterac Mountains depends entirely on my mood. And the orphan of the Frostwolf you're looking for, Goel.

Who do you think sent this message to you?

And who do you think arranged for Orgrim Doomhammer's death and sent him on his last journey? "

"It's you!"

Bu Rocks' eyes sharpened immediately, and the old orc gasped heavily, with bloodshot eyes, and he said to Bo Laike:

"Maybe I should hack you to death before chopping that dragon!"

"Come on."

The stinky pirate didn't hesitate at all, he patted Boo Rocks on the shoulder and said:

"I've always believed that everyone has a price, and I'm also very good at negotiating. This time, let me hire you to kill Deathwing. In addition to the fleeing of the Frostwolf clan, I will give you some 'personal compensation'.

I will also give you the Doomhammer and black plate armor left by Orgrim!

In addition, I assure you that the Gorefiend who traveled across the sea will never return, and the new tribe led by Red will never have the shadow council's aftermath. "

"Deal! But I want Reid, who is controlled by you, to hand over the command of the tribe to Goyle at the right time."

The old orc snorted and made his request.

Bu Laike shrugged and said:

"That's your own business, I won't interfere."

"it is good!"

Boo Rocks simply agreed to come down.

He moved his shoulders, grabbed the double-edged battle axe, and looked at Deathwing who was getting closer and closer in front of him. He could feel the trembling of the blue dragon under his feet.

She must be terrified.

After all, this is carrying a group of lunatics to their death.

"Look well! Study hard! There are not many opportunities like this."

Bu Laike said something to Fenner who was also trembling beside him, but the trembling of the stupid warrior was not just because of fear, she felt the way the anger formed in the old orc in front of her.

It was a gesture unlike any other fighter she'd seen provoked anger.

"Out of curiosity, let me ask."

Bu Laike whispered:

"What is your legendary power called?"

Rocks took a few deep breaths, the flames of anger around him had solidified, and the burning made the blue dragon scream, like an orc warrior shaped by flames.

The legendary battle ax in his hand couldn't even withstand the burning of this anger, and made an overwhelmed peeling sound.

The old orc's eyes were red, like light bulbs emitting electricity.

He stared at the head of Deathwing in front of him. Before preparing to pounce, he spoke his strength in a hoarse voice:

"Death wish.

Either he dies, or I die!

This dragon is too scary, I may not be able to do it alone, go to the forest and find Grom! The 'Titan Killer' inherited from the Warsong Clan is prepared for this situation.

let him come over!

This is for the future of the orcs, for the future of the tribe. Tell him, it's okay if he doesn't come, but as long as I survive, I will definitely kill him! "

"Lok'tar ogar!!! Dragon, eat me with an axe!"

(end of this chapter)