Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 614 167. Worshiping ghost——adding more for the birth of the baby [2230]

Got a warning from Xal'atath, but the pirates didn't panic.

He reached out and touched the legendary jewelry on his neck. He almost forgot the negative effect of this thing.

Ysera opened the dream gate in Dalaran before to protect life, which means that Laike is indeed close to the node between the dream and the present world. It is not surprising that the group of satyrs with the ability to step on dreams are attracted.

But nothing more than Sartre.

The pirates just had a fight with Deathwing. Although they are weak now, are they still afraid of these bastards who are commanded by a "three-surname house slave"?

Hey, with Sartre's general strength, it's just a matter of how many people come and how many people die.

With this in mind, the stinky pirate got up from the gravel under his buttocks, patted his tattered death shadow battle suit, and glanced forward.

Varian and a group of mages who came were "collecting" Lothar there.

Anduin Lothar's state was miserable.

Almost his whole body was scorched, but he didn't die. Circles of runes wrapped around Lothar's scorched body, maintaining his half-life state at this time.

It's like the time belonging to Lothar has been frozen.

That is the power from Odin.

The Lord of War couldn't save him, because of the strange power of Deathwing, Lothar's soul was polluted, and he couldn't be promoted to the Hall of Valor.

He can only use this method to prevent Lothar from falling into the Shadow Realm, or from falling into Hela's hands.

Obviously, Odin also knew that it was not a good place.

Beside Varian and the mages, stood two small Val'kyr with golden wings wearing heroic battle armor, lightning wing helmets, ritual spears with golden red ribbons, and large shields. Valkyrie.

That's Odin's war maid.

It looks like it should be a low-level Val'kyr, and he can't be dubbed the title of "Valkyrie".

This is the representative sent by Odin to guard Anduin Lothar. Their fighting power is only close to legends, and they may not be opponents of mortal warriors in real fights.

But their appearance represented Odin's attitude.

Dare to assassinate Lothar, who has only one breath left, in front of their eyes, it is tantamount to slapping Odin in the face, daring to slap a titan guardian in the face, it means that a group of heroic men will jump off the Rainbow Bridge immediately , Accurate door-to-door "send warmth".

This is Odin's compliment to Lothar.

After all, the bald old man had just completed the test of courage under the watchful eyes of Odin. He theoretically said that he was already a member of the Hall of Valor.

Although I can't go to Warrior's Paradise because of my personal circumstances, I can't miss the courtesy that I should have.

"This is really short of a 'golden toilet'."

The pirate murmured in a low voice.

He glanced at the character card, his serious injury had turned into a minor injury after resting, and the chaotic magic power in his body showed signs of recovery.

"You keep busy here."

Bu Laike turned around and told the little murloc:

"Pause Zul'jin's divine power draw, gather my incompetent subordinates, send Zul'jin's body out, and look around again.

Put away everything of value, and retreat to the Silverpine Forest.

I'll be there in a minute.

As for you, little star, you can wait a little longer in Dalaran, maybe you will be 'busy' later. "

"But I don't want to stay here any longer."

Little Xingxing held two troll heads in his hand and complained:

"I feel very insecure here, and I think I should retreat too. With my 'achievement' today, it is impossible for grandpa to force me to go back no matter what.

I've earned enough today, and now I just want to find a place to relax.

Today is really exciting. "

"Let you stay here, you stay!"

Bu Laike gave her a "stare" and said:

"I didn't even complain that I was tired, so you have to hold on for me. If something goes wrong later, I still count on you to help."

After speaking, the pirate turned around and jumped into the shadows, and quickly moved towards another part of the city.

On the way, he could see the fighting postures of the heroic warriors who jumped out of the Hall of Valor and fell into the broken Dalaran to expel the demons under Odin's order.

Each of these guys has a body made of iron and steel, and they hold exaggeratedly huge weapons. There are not many of them, only ten people in a combat team.

But their unparalleled appearance in the crowd of demons really made the pirates speechless.

In less than five minutes after the ten people landed, they had already wiped out two demon strongholds and destroyed the portal leading to the demon star Marton. All the demons were killed by them crying for their fathers and mothers.

But Laike also noticed that the number of legendary demons in the city was a bit off.

Logically speaking, the demon portal has been open for nearly an hour now, and the number of legendary demons coming from Marton shouldn't be so small.

Either the Polluters have suspended their invasion plans, or there is some powerful guy who has been persistently hunting down those demon lords while Dalaran is suffering from various disasters.

Who else could it be?

"Brother Dan is really fierce."

Bu Laike sighed sincerely:

"As long as it's something related to demons, please ask him that it's absolutely fine. He stopped a large-scale demon invasion with his own power. He's really a reassuring man.

Why was Tyrande blind and not choose him?

Is it really because taming a druid is the ultimate dream of all hunters?

No way? "

The stinky pirate's broken thoughts, listening to the trade wind crow flying next to him was frightening, Miss Hisalie Black Crow really wondered if she had been seen through by this mysterious stinky pirate.

When he said something about taming the druid, that guy's fingers were trembling with excitement.

"Probably not?"

Miss Black Crow thought in her heart:

"I pretended so well, he shouldn't be aware of the problem, right? How about eating a few more bugs tomorrow? However, his slander against the Priest of the Moon is really hateful!

I want to write down his blasphemous words and use them as evidence of his 'crime' in the future!

Although Lady Tyrande and Lord Malfurion have good tempers, they will definitely not let him go when they hear such blasphemy. "

"coming!"

Bu Laike, who was sneaking and advancing in the shadows, stopped suddenly, and stopped firmly on the top of a collapsed house. He flicked his left hand lightly, and the chain of the sea of ​​darkness wrapped around his wrist flew forward whistling.

The barbed short spear that was as sharp as a small harpoon flew forward, and just pierced the neck of a satyr demon that rushed out of the dream vortex. The unlucky strange demon was pulled by the stinky pirate without even howling. My side.

The legendary long sword in his hand was held backwards, raised and lowered.

With a puff, a demon head with wide eyes, black horns and strange mane flew out.

"Sutter!"

Flying high in the sky, Thisalie Crow immediately recognized the kind of weird demon that was hacked to death by pirates. She was startled, and screamed and flapped her wings to fly high, lest she fall into the notorious depravity of the satyr demon spell.

And out of the eerie vortex of dreams that kept appearing before Laike's eyes, a large army of satyr-stalkers and wizards rushed out.

Each of these guys is nearly two or three meters tall, with a human-shaped torso. From the waist up, you can still see an elf-like figure, but below the waist, there are demon-like recurved hooves and long wagging tails.

They have manes all over their bodies, like beards and fur, sharp and evil claws, goat-like black horns on their heads, and viciousness in their eyes.

Compared with other weird demons, these satyrs belong to the kind of "acceptable" degenerate appearance, after all, they still have personal appearance.

But they are as dangerous as the demons of the Burning Legion.

Looking at the flexible and vicious eyes of these guys, you can tell that they have the "excellent quality" that the demons of the Burning Legion seldom have, that is, they have enough vicious wisdom to complete even more terrifying corruption and destruction.

Satyrs generally do not have the powerful bodies of demons, and their height is no different from ordinary elves, but they are good at all kinds of fallen magic, and they also have the weird ability to walk in dreams.

Most importantly, satyrs live in Azeroth, compared to demons living in the Twisting Nether!

Their base camp is here. In the past ten thousand years, the satyrs have been the main opponents of the priests and sentinels of the kingdom of Kaldorei Luna.

A thousand years after the end of the War of the Ancients, the undead satyrs even started a protracted war on Mount Hyjal and other elves gathering places.

Countless elves were killed in that war, which dealt a heavy blow to the Kaldorei, and even caused the Cenarion Order to suffer the most terrible loss since the War of the Ancients.

The war nine thousand years ago is called the "Battle of the Satyrs", and it is a tragic event that cannot be erased from the history of the Kaldorei night elves.

But that battle did not completely wipe out Sartre.

As far as Laike knows, in the Kalimdor continent, wherever there are night elves, satyrs always follow them, and they have endless anger against the Kaldorei elves in their hearts.

They would rather give everything than subvert the Moon God Kingdom, and the reason for this deep hatred is actually understandable.

Because every satyr demon is transformed by elves, the first batch of satyrs is the product of the upper elves who lost everything and fell into evil actively.

They hate the Kaldorei for ruining their glorious era, and this hatred even transcends time, and has formed an undying tradition until today.

Kaldorei and Sartre are destined to exist only one.

"Hand it over!"

The leader of the satyrs, a big satyr with a pair of claws burning with purple flames and wearing a corrupt and weird elven armor, shouted in a piercing voice:

"Hand over the treasure of the leader of Savaryk, pirate, and we will mercifully keep your whole body!"

"You want this, don't you?"

The pirate emerged from the shadows, grabbing the legendary necklace around his neck.

To the satyrs who surrounded him, scolded him in devil language and Salas language, aimed at him with all kinds of devil weapons, and prepared to set off a massacre, said:

"Why are you so unstyled? When this thing fell into the hands of the devil, I didn't see your leader leading you to take the initiative to twist the void to snatch it back.

Why is it now that it falls into my hands, and your courage suddenly grows stronger?

Do you bastards think I'm weaker than the devil? Do you think that your ridiculous power of depravity and the ridiculous evil you claim can frighten me? "

"We are not ignorant humans who claim to be evil!"

The satyr specters blocked the surrounding shadows, making it impossible for Laike to escape. They were numerous, and the satyr, who kept appearing from the dream vortex, quickly blocked a street.

They felt that I had the advantage, so the phantom man laughed, moved his terrifying claws, and covered his body with clusters of purple arc light.

It folded its arms, flicked its tail triumphantly and said:

"We are evil!

We desecrate the Kaldorei's temples, we take their children, we terrorize their souls in nightmares, we make the elves scream every night.

You human beings cannot understand the evil represented by Sartre, just as you can only dwell in your little kingdom like a frog watching the sky from a well.

We don't even bother to cast an eye on your dreams, your imaginations and your fears are too weak.

You pathetic low creatures! "

"Your horns are beautiful, are they waxed to make them look shiny?"

While the satyrs were brazenly declaring their 'evil', Bu Laike's focus was rather strange. He looked at the head and horns of the satyr phantom in front of him.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed his chin, and said seriously:

"I love your horns, friend, and I've decided to keep your skull for my battle flag. Your gracefully angled horns are sure to add a touch of dark elegance to my Jolly Roger.

Hello!

Did you hear it?

When killing it later, be careful not to break the horns, I want that thing. "

"Ok?"

Bu Laike's reaction made the satyr shaman very suspicious.

It looked towards the sky following the pirate's eyes, and took a step back in panic the next moment, pushing away the satyr companions around it, trying to escape into the dream vortex behind it.

but.

"hum"

The whirling and burning moon blade fell from the sky whistling, and after cutting off the heads of four or five satyrs all the way, it precisely got stuck on the escape path of the phantom man.

In front of the wide moon blade, which flows like a mirror, the terrified face of the spectator and the sneering pirate appearing from behind it are even reflected.

The latter held a long sword that shone with magic power, and with the seal-bearing left hand, he grasped the horn of the Satyr Shaman, and with his right hand, he slashed fiercely on its mane-covered neck.

In the next moment, the headless corpse slammed into the dream vortex with a bang.

Braike lifted the head of the satyr and placed it in front of his eyes, looking at the eyes of the demon frozen in fear. Behind him, Illidan Stormrage descended in the form of a demon in the background of a chaotic group of satyrs. whispered:

"Are you miscellaneous soldiers here to grab the treasure? Or are you here to make me laugh? What do you ignorant satyrs think of me? I think if the 'ancestor satyr' Xavius ​​came in person, I might still sigh Once it becomes the 'evil wisdom' of a house slave of the three surnames, it might turn around and run away in fright.

After all, not just any guy can have the experience of continuously serving such great figures as Queen Azshara, Lord Sargeras, and N'Zoth the Demon of Thousand Beards.

From this point of view, His Excellency Xavius ​​is also quite a 'legend'.

But you descendants are a disappointment.

Your proclaimed 'evil' must be very popular with children.

But don't worry, I'll be visiting you in Felwood in a while, and I'll tell you a story about evil by the way, remember to prepare the course money. "

(end of this chapter)