Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 613 166. You don’t understand, this is an elegant hobby—adding more for the birth of the baby [2130]

Deathwing ran away.

If it is said that the headshot by the orcs before the second consecutive headshot, and the headshot by Lothar in the end was only a minor injury that damaged the majesty, then it angered Odin and was pierced through the body by the lightning spear thrown from the Hall of Valor. Not buckled seriously injured.

Thinking about it, the shot of the Lord of War must have been full of killing intent.

Reluctantly, Odin has been blocked by the traitors in the Valagar Sky Fortress for hundreds of thousands of years. It is already the limit for him to throw a weak shot in his rage.

Nor can the hapless guardian be asked to do more.

But this still forced Deathwing back, let it prop up its pierced body, and flew away from this tough continent that it wanted to destroy but could not.

Its figure covered the sky and covered the sun, flying all the way to the maelstrom at super fast speed.

From there, it will fly back to the Deep Rock Continent, the elemental realm where it hides, where it will lick its wounds and plot its shady plots again. Oh, by the way, when Deathwing fled in embarrassment, he still had the Human Emperor's Sword stuck in his head.

Stromkar presumably has some kind of "character".

It always likes to stick on the heads of some weird and powerful creatures.

It seems to enjoy making the heads of these mighty creatures its "home".

And because of Stromkar's strong suppression of the power of the void, before he drew this sword, Deathwing, who was covered in the power of the void all over his body, could have suffered.

"Are you sure the Spellweaver is ready?"

In the impact pit of Dalaran, the weary Bo Laike picked up the incomparably black Odin Shield burned by the shadow flames, and he looked back at the shameful little star who was still trembling beside him.

The latter stammered:

"I told the Spellweaver what you mean, maybe it's ready. But who knows? I can't control its business. And it's too far from Northrend to the Maelstrom. The Focusing Iris is ready It's useless."

"So you, little star, are stupid!"

Bu Laike poked his finger on Little Star's head, he moved his sore neck and said:

"Who told you that it must be launched from the Eye of Eternity? An artifact like the Focusing Rainbow can be used wherever the magic power is strong."

The pirate raised his head and looked at the sky where Deathwing had disappeared. He grinned and said:

"It thinks that its suffering today is over, but I will tell it with practical actions that it is destined to be heartbroken today!"

——

Meanwhile, on the distant Broken Isles.

The city of Suramar was already in chaos, because two huge dragons forcibly broke into the city of the Nightborne, and the great magister Elisande was alarmed.

At this time, she and her close comrade-in-arms, the great astrologer Etraeus, are at the top of the Dark Night Fortress, welcoming the arrival of the King of Magic.

This visit was too sudden.

There is no intersection between Nightborne and Blue Dragon at all.

"I want to borrow your Nightwell!"

There were still ugly scars on his body, and the spellweaver whose dragon's horn was broken was flying above the dome of the Night Fortress. The old blue dragon could speak very rudely.

Although it says "borrow".

But looking at the murderous appearance of it and the rare ancient blue dragon Senegos who left the lair beside it, as long as the great magister dares to say "no", Suramar will immediately face the wrath of the spell weaver.

And the great magister also noticed the madness and stubbornness in the eyes of Malygos dragon. That kind of eyes made the great magister tremble a little. This lonely old blue dragon was really going crazy like in the legend.

She's not afraid of the Spellweavers, though with the Nightwell mobilized.

But it's one thing she's not afraid.

Whether her city can withstand the raging of two ancient blue dragons is another matter.

"of course can."

The great magister rolled her eyes, she covered her mouth with a light smile and said:

"It is an honor for Shaldorei to serve the Blue Dragon Army. I will open the magic power valve of the Nightwell right now, and the spellweavers can use our precious magic power at will.

But since it is 'borrowing', the issue of remuneration has to be discussed. I don't think the great law weaver should be so careless, right? "

"What do you want? Greedy elf."

The spell weaver was in a hurry, so he asked directly. The great magister and the great astrologer behind them looked at each other, she turned her head and said in a humble tone:

"We Shaldorei elves have been self-enclosed for 10,000 years, and now we have to integrate into this complex and changeable world, but we are afraid of those changes, perhaps because we lack confidence.

After all, we are just a weak branch of the collapsed elf empire.

I've always envied my savage distant relatives who lived in the trees and picked fruit to eat, and the kaldorei night elves' close connection with the Emerald Legion made me long for it.

If we, the Shal'dorei, are also lucky enough to become the family members and collaborators of the Blue Dragon Legion, then you see, wouldn't the Nightwell also become the property of the Magic Legion?

Do you need other people's consent to use your own property?

We want to serve the Magic Legion, we are eager to obtain advanced authority to use the magic net, and we also need the inexhaustible magic power from the Blue Dragon Legion to satisfy the people's hunger for magic power. "

"There is no cure for your addiction! As a ruler, you should know this best."

Senegos, the ancient blue dragon beside Malygos, said in a deep voice:

"Draining magic without restraint will only push you children of the night into the abyss, no, you are already in the abyss, poor elves."

"That's what I, the ruler, need to consider, my lord Senegos."

The great magister said without giving an inch:

"Our humble desire is only this, that the Spellweavers may"

"I promise you!"

Malygos, full of vengeance, agreed without hesitation.

It threw out two blue dragon arcane imprints, suspended in front of the great magister and the great astrologer. But it didn't lose its mind, and looked at the great magister with its eyes shining with arcane light, adding a restriction to this contract.

it says:

"The blue dragon strongholds other than Coldarra are open to you, and you can also try to conclude an arcane contract with young dragons and dragon people, but if I find that you use fraudulent means to achieve your goal, this contract will be invalidated immediately .

Now!

Open the Nightwell and infuse it with superior mana! immediately! "

"Obey, my great lawweaver."

The great magister chuckled and held the arcane imprint shining with blue luster in his hand, and transferred it to his forehead. With the imprint shining, the invisible magic net of the entire Azeroth opened up high-level authority to her .

Like the blue dragons, she can ignore the shackles of the magic net and use all kinds of magic anywhere.

Elisande made a courtesy of a humble servant, and she nodded to the great astrologer behind him who also obtained the authority of the magic net, and the latter exited the dome hall.

Ten seconds later, all the magic valves in the Nightwell were opened, and the terrifying arcane magic power gushed out continuously.

The Spellweaver released the Focusing Iris, the blue dragon artifact he had brought, and this arcane gem as pure as a dragon's eye began to absorb the magic power of the Nightwell, and soon set off a wave of attacks throughout Suramar. Waves of magic tides.

Malygos, with the assistance of Senegos, raised the Focusing Iris in front of him.

It personally aimed the artifact given by the titan in the direction of the maelstrom, and the blue dragon king was full of excitement and joy of vengeance. He knew that the fatal blow he had prepared with all his strength could not kill Deathwing.

As long as the power of the earth is still on the evil dragon, it will not die.

But that's okay.

It's better alive!

This means that after today's supreme suffering, it will have to endure more pain before it dies wailing. This is the revenge Malygos wants!

This is the best sacrifice for those who died thousands of years ago.

"Nesarion"

The Spellweaver wields the Focusing Iris, which has begun to siphon the magic of the subterranean Weave across the Broken Isles, its eyes ablaze with maddened light.

it sees.

It saw the miserable Deathwing running desperately towards the maelstrom.

It saw the discomfiture of the Destroyer and the madness of being driven into a desperate situation, and it felt relieved and happy about it.

"Nesharion, my brother."

Malygos's crystallized dragon claws were clasped on the surface of the Focusing Iris, and it gritted its teeth and said:

"Come on, feel my ten thousand years of pain, this is just revenge to say hello to you! Senegos, let's come together, this revenge also has your share."

The Primordial Blue Dragon readily agreed, and also stretched out its claws to catch the other end of the Focusing Rainbow.

"boom"

In the hearty laughter of the two primordial blue dragons, the magic power accumulated in the Nightwell for thousands of years was almost exhausted, and transformed into an arc of extreme arcane impact under the magic power of the Focusing Rainbow.

Under the simultaneous control of the Spellweaver and Senegos, it turned into a blue light spear that tore through the sea, crossed half of the endless sea in an instant, and precisely blasted on the back of Deathwing who was caught off guard.

The most frightening thing was that, in order to increase the pain it endured, Malygos's light spear shot was not instantaneous, but continuous.

As the focusing rainbow rotates, the arcane light is like the sharpest blade, sweeping across Deathwing's back, like the sharpest razor knife, along the back of the Fallen Dragon King, cutting it to death. A quarter of the back half of the body crushed by Odin was completely cut off.

"Malygos! Vicious dragon! When I come back, I'll eat you myself! I swear!"

Deathwing's frenzied roar echoed above the Maelstrom.

Like a plane crashing, it obliquely fell towards the super giant vortex that was constantly rotating below.

He smashed his head into the torrent of water, splashed the sparkling water, and was pulled by the vortex back to the elemental border, Deep Rock Continent.

However, two consecutive fatal surprise attacks caused Deathwing's power to go out of control. When it collided with the connection between the elemental territory and the material world, the out-of-control power of the earth collided with the connection point between the two planes.

In an instant, the entire continental shelf of Azeroth began to shake. Although the duration was very short, this earthquake that spread all over the world still changed the face of the Spellweaver who had completed the first stage of revenge.

It didn't even have time to enjoy the joy in its heart, so it took the Focusing Rainbow back to the Eye of Eternity through a transcontinental portal.

This one seems to be playing a little too big.

As the dragon king of the guardian dragon, it has a very close connection with Azeroth, and the collision just now is likely to bring new waves to this world.

It has to confirm this.

And at the same time that Deathwing fell into Deepholm, a quarter of his severed body also fell into the cold endless sea.

The flesh and blood that had escaped from the Fallen Dragon King continued to twist and proliferate in the water, and its flesh and blood filled with void seemed to have begun some kind of weird change.

This quickly attracted the attention of the "natives" near the maelstrom.

Groups of disturbed Naga rushed to this water area quickly, and the Naga of this small clan began to search this sea area at the request of their mistress.

A few minutes later, a naga sea witch presented something to the Matron.

"What is this? A sword?"

Mistress Naga held the barbarian-style steel sword in front of her six hands curiously, which was still stained with fallen flesh and blood. When she touched it with her fingers, she felt the flow of power.

"Ha, Queen Azshara will definitely reward us for this miraculous discovery."

The cunning and vicious Mistress Naga waved her arms excitedly, she screamed:

"Protect that weird World Destroyer's flesh and blood! Immediately send someone to send this sword to Nazjatar to dedicate it to the queen. Our clan will rise today!

Praise the queen, praise Azshara! "

——

"puff"

In the finally quiet Dalaran, in the ruins of the impact pit, Braike grabbed the Trollbane battle ax, raised the knife in his hand, and chopped off the head of the magic lord Malacath dragged out of the ruins. down.

Beside him, Little Xingxing was using a troll's voodoo magic to extract the "magic essence" from Zul'jin's dying head very skillfully.

Farther away, the little murloc brought back by the asteroid is also skillfully arranging the divine power extraction ceremony.

There are four residual divine powers of loa in Zul'jin's body. Except for the agreement with the falcon god Ekilson to supplement its divine power, the divine powers of the other three loa can be used by Laike at will.

"Huh~ It's a dirty thing."

Little Xingxing pinched her nose and said, seeing that Bo Laike also threw the head of the sorcerer over to let her extract the magic essence:

"Captain, your fun is getting weirder and weirder. Are you going to collect the heads of the enemies as collectibles? This is a custom of barbarians."

"You know shit."

Bu Laike will be very weak, and his tone is naturally rude. He glanced at the battle ax in his hand, threw it into his luggage, and replied with a dwarf pipe in his mouth:

"Both of these heads are encased and strengthened with divine power, and they can be made into wonderful magical ornaments. I've already given them good names.

Zul'jin's is called 'The Berserker's Call', and the sorcerer's is called 'The Skull of Hell'.

I don't need it, but my incompetent subordinates all contributed to this great looting. As a leader who clearly distinguishes rewards and punishments, I naturally have to reward them. "

"Quack!"

The little murloc agrees with what Bo Laike said.

It will be like offering a treasure, holding the arm blade of Zul'jin's God's Fist with difficulty, and raising this simple and brutal weapon to its owner.

Bo Laike picked up the thing, tried it in his hands, and shook his head in disappointment.

This thing is very lethal, but unfortunately it is still not a weapon for assassins. Not to mention it is too heavy, and it is not friendly to shadows. This is a melee weapon for warriors.

To be precise, it's for trolls.

Its handle position perfectly fits the troll's arm length, and warriors of other races always feel a bit "top-heavy" when using it.

He glanced out, and was about to get up to look elsewhere, but he heard Xalatas' lazy warning:

"Be careful, there are a large group of demons approaching you, little master. Although the perception of them is not very strong, but the number is quite considerable, it will still be very troublesome if you don't deal with it properly."

"Where is it?"

Bu Laike sensed the surrounding suspiciously, but there was nothing!

"Not in this world, they shuttle in dreams!

The dream gate opened by the foolish Ysera gave them the opportunity to travel through the world. There is something in you that strongly attracts them, they sense your weakness, and they rush to kill you.

Get ready!

Alas, the loyal me is not by your side, what will you do in the future? "

(end of this chapter)