Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 671 2. Your uncle is still your uncle

"Weak flesh bug, did you summon me to this world to dedicate your miserable world to the Burning Legion?"

As the third lord of Nathrezim, Meng Faithtos was very well-known when he appeared on the stage, and even the first line when he came to Azeroth seemed so "kingly".

It was larger than the frail Kathanatyr, but not bloated.

The Nathrezim armor it wears is also more gorgeous and complete than Laike's previous demon.

Looking closer, you can still see the fallen patterns on the Men Faith armor. Its waist and abdomen are dotted with a very beautiful large gemstone, which is also sea blue.

It seems that the third lord has exactly the same excellent aesthetics as Bu Laike in terms of color.

And the most distinctive part of its body, besides the beautiful sea-blue wings, are its devilish horns, twisted into an elegant arc towards the sky, and the front half has been completely crystallized.

Shining with a faint blue light.

Like its demonic hooves, it has a striking blue illusion in the black.

Jean Bou Laike fell in love with it at first sight.

The stinky pirate couldn't help but start to imagine that after he put on this demon, he would transform a little bit during the battle. Oh, that handsome! That chic!

It can definitely attract the attention of everyone on the battlefield and become the most beautiful boy in the crowd.

"Little master! Calm down, the fight hasn't started yet, why are you being disturbed by its mental chaos aura?"

Xalatath's reminder with a weird laugh echoed in Laike's heart, and the pirate's slightly blurred eyes suddenly recovered. He patted his forehead and said in a low voice:

"These guys are really hard to guard against, the more powerful they are, the more sinister they are."

"That's right, Nathrezim will never fight the enemy head-on. When you face them and feel that you are sure of victory, then you have already been tricked."

Xalatas sighed:

"Hey, look, you can't do without me by your side, right?"

"Do it!"

Bu Laike didn't respond to the void essence's words, but shouted around.

The three legendary mages activate at the same time.

A circle of toolman warlocks also howled and poured their own magic power into the ceremony. Coupled with Bu Laike's hosting, a heavy force flowed out along with the ceremony in an instant.

Those magical powers turned into three chains, trapping Men Faith in place like a rattling sound.

The third lord, who was greedily reaching out to grab the head of Gul'dan on the altar, let out a roar, and was about to turn into a bat and dissipate immediately, but before the special skill of the Nathrezim clan was released, he was caught by Braike. Shadow Fury smashed past.

This large-scale compulsory stun magic is becoming more and more convenient in the hands of pirates, and it is already instant.

He laughed and grabbed Gul'dan's head, and disappeared in front of the demon in a flicker.

Falling behind the third lord, he waved and threw two spinning shadow moonblades, using the technique of shadow surprise attack ignoring defense. The left and right swirls left vicious scars with bone deep visible on the root of the demon lord's wings.

The moon blade was also smeared with a poison specifically for fel creatures, and the formula naturally came from the "omniscient" Miss Xalatas.

The effect is outstanding!

The third lord who was in pain, who was being suppressed by the dark cycle ritual, screamed. It counterattacked quickly and fiercely. With its claws raised, it sent a chaotic wave towards the weakest Archmage Ellan in the triangle of the magic circle.

The extracted evil energy and shadows intertwined to form the impact of the energy storm, swarming towards Elan, but the latter didn't care, raised his staff and added a miraculous flame spark to himself.

Nor does it excite.

It's outrageous to use this harmful spell as a defensive spell!

The chaotic wave and the ring of flames collided and canceled out, and the aftermath of the magic collision knocked the disgraced warlock apprentices away from their tool man positions, putting more pressure on the three archmages and Bu Laike.

"I still have physical suppression, Mon Faith Lord."

Laike took two steps back, grasped the Skull of Gul'dan in his hand, and whistled upwards, and the expressionless Mother Windrunner appeared on the top of the higher tower holding the spiritstring longbow.

She grabbed two void spikes, aimed her bow down, and warned:

"Next time you whistle to summon me, be careful that I will beat you, my lord. I am your retainer, not your summoned beast!"

Five seconds later, two meteor-like sniper arrows shot down from the top one after the other. Meng Faith, who was restrained by the ritual suppression, could not dodge at all. He could only raise his wings on his back and resist in front of him like a shield.

It doesn't know the weird two-hit special effect of the spiritstring longbow that is like a work of art.

Nathrezim was relieved that the first void spike pierced its beautiful wings and spared the Third Lord.

Then the next void spike with 50% more destructive power pierced from the same position, tearing apart its wing bones and nailing it to its fear armor.

The mournful darkness lingering on the arrow erupted like a deep pain, tearing open a bloody wound that rotated and exploded in the heart of the Dreadlord, and a toxin-like liquid flowed into the body, causing Meng Faith tormented.

"Die, idiot!"

The third lord roared angrily and waved his claws downward, and the three burning hellfire structures were attracted and smashed towards the warlock tower in the howling.

Prince Farondis of "Meteorite Magic Specialization" became interested as soon as he saw the meteorite.

He raised his head energetically, and threw a flame towards the sky. The extremely good Meteorite Tianjiang came uninvited, and slid down from the sky, killing the three hellfires summoned by the third lord in mid-air. It crashed abruptly.

It turned into a cloud of fel energy meteors entwined with faint green light spots across the sky, and fell profusely in the open sea of ​​Tol Barad.

What a beautiful meteor shower of fel energy.

"This elf's meteorite technique is so powerful!"

The dreadlord Men Faithtos, who was determined to teach these bastards a lesson, was taken aback by Prince Farondis' move.

It grinned, a little afraid to imagine the feeling of this series of meteorites hitting itself.

To die, but not to die.

But when such a large flaming stone falls down, it must be very painful, right?

With such nonsensical thoughts that should not have appeared during the battle, the third lord Jie Jie sneered and dissipated in a flowing fog of shadow.

Like a demon assassin.

Sure enough, what Bu Laike said was right, this guy is a rare "shadow specialist" among Nathrezim demons!

Its stealth skills are no worse than those of the Watchers.

Well, although dreadlords are generally good at hiding, Meng Faithtos's escape into the shadows is not the same as other dreadlords' simple disappearance and concealment.

Its stealth is a unique attack skill!

"Dark and lonely, shadows crawling haha, die, idiots!"

In the gloomy laughter of the third lord, as it escaped into the shadow and dissipated, large swathes of shadow magic power began to form a chaotic impact, like a cluster bombardment at the level of magic power.

It was also like Men Faith rolled up a big tide in the shadows, surging and smashing around.

But all the lives around the magic circle ceremony were confused by this round of frenzied magic impact.

There are also two dark shadows of demons that were molded on both sides of the ceremony. They vividly let out the third lord's iconic sneer, and charged around with evil energy wrapped around their bodies.

The good scene suddenly became chaotic, and the weak and incompetent warlock apprentices were already covering their heads with blood on their faces, and could only crouch down with their heads in their hands.

If there wasn't a Holy Light priest here to disperse all the shadows around him, as long as the third lord was still hiding in the shadows, the chaotic impact would not stop.

Of course, there is a way to end this vicious chaos other than priests.

"I've been waiting for you!"

Bu Laike, who had already hid in the shadows earlier, curled his lips. He extracted the magic power from Gul'dan's skull and entered the unique "shadow" form.

Well, this form is actually no different from the "magicization" skill possessed by the Skull of Gul'dan before. The only difference is that this transformation does not involve the slightest bit of evil energy.

It is completely pure shadow magic that wraps the pirates to complete the strengthening of the spellcasting form.

In the posture of a black faceless shadow demon wrapped in magic power, he flapped the wings gathering magic power behind him, a complex shadow symbol appeared on his forehead, and landed on the mark marked by Sarasta with void power in a flickering Behind the third lord.

With his superb stealth skills, he kicked the third lord's neck.

The impact force was not strong, and it didn't hurt Men Faith at all, but relying on the shadow and the impact of the shadow, it forcibly knocked the third lord back to the material world from the state of the shadow dissipating.

It's not over yet.

The shadow demonized Bu Laike tilted his head and stopped behind the angry screaming Meng Faithtoss, raised his claws, and swung six shadow sickles forward. The dipper was opened at the back of the neck.

This skill was originally called Fel Scythe, a warlock magic used by Gul'dan in melee combat.

Bu Laike took it and changed it, using shadow magic to drive it, reducing its destructive power, but greatly improving its concealment.

He waved his hands forward to mark the demon as a catastrophe, and threw out a ball of soul fire condensed in the form of a shadow demon. The purple fireball with the size of a head hit the third lord's back with a bang.

It shattered its magnificent Nathrezim armor, leaving an unsightly corrosive scar on the dreadlord.

The third lord, who has returned to the physical world, already senses that something is not right.

It is increasingly pessimistic about the situation today.

I really underestimated these bugs, and this time it also realized something belatedly.

Ever since I entered this world, my mind has always been unable to concentrate. Even in the battle just now, it seemed that there was a stick stirring in my mind.

Damn it!

They are more than that!

There is also an invisible guy who affects me at the level of spiritual tactics that I am best at. No wonder I have such a hard head today! Head-on combat has never been the tradition of Nathrezim!

If the suppression and attack by the four legends just made the third lord feel pressured and unhappy, then now, after realizing that a spiritual master is interfering with the battlefield, the third lord wants to run away.

no!

Today's condition is too bad, I didn't look at the calendar when I went out, and I'm not suitable for fighting, so let's put oil on the soles of my feet.

I want to declare here, it's not that I can't beat it!

Instead, I want to leave my useful body and every strength to serve Lord Sargeras and Emperor Denathrius devoutly. What is it to die here for no reason?

Meng Faith stepped into the trap with one foot, and it may be a bit difficult to fight.

But if it wants to run, these people at the scene really can't stop it.

The Nathrezim's frontal combat effectiveness among the high-level demons of the Burning Legion is indeed almost meaningless. Their real advantage is their brains and endless means.

"Go! I order you, eat them!"

Meng Faith, who was extremely reckless and embarrassed, threw a strange thing forward, and at the same time gave an order in demonic language.

That thing is like a "drone" that automatically searches for enemies. The moment it was thrown out by the third lord, it used a precise teleportation to arrive in front of Dean Lanyue.

It startled the dean who was concentrating on suppressing the dreaded demon king.

The main reason is that the shape of this thing is too strange!

That's a skull!

A weird, weird, pale white mixed with charred black, resembling a weathered skull that has been dead for a long time, but it is embellished with gems and precious metals, and there are a pair of small black horns, and the upper and lower jaws that are constantly opening and closing, making a clicking sound bone.

It seems to have a consciousness of its own.

After teleporting over, the dark purple eye sockets on the skull gathered light, and shot two magic rays towards the dean, which were blocked by the dean's magic shield.

Then, it grinned.

"Danger!"

The Scepter of Aluneth in Dean Lanyue's hand screamed, actively activating the Arcane Barrage, hitting the weird Gollum like a war hammer, and whipping the latter out like a baseball.

The thing rolled in the air, lost its balance, and let out a panic coughing and screaming like an old man, as well as a series of unintelligible alien "hometown words".

It seems to be insulting the local spellcasters. How rude! It actually sneaked up on a weak old warlock tens of thousands of years old.

"Oh! You actually carry such a good thing with you!"

Seeing the skull being blown away, the eyes of the stinky pirates who were planning to sneak attack on Men Faith brightened.

It disappeared in place with a whoosh, and when it reappeared, it jumped into the air, and precisely grasped the tumbling black-purple skull in its hand. A watchman somersaulted and landed gracefully, and he was not in a hurry when he saw that the chaos caused by the skull caused the third leader to run.

Instead, he lowered his head, looked at the skull in his hand, coughed a few times, and cleared his throat.

Say to the skull in your hand in weird Eredan:

"Master Saqier, do you still remember the apprentice Archimonde who betrayed you back then? The knife he cut off your head with his hand was very wonderful.

But I avenged you.

I don't know if you have received the news. Some time ago, the polluters came to destroy our world, but as soon as they got caught, they were sent back to the Twisting Void in embarrassment.

This is a big sigh of relief for you old man, don't you express it? "

"Oh, I don't believe it!"

The eredar skull, held in Bu Laike's hand, moved its jaw up and down, and let out a sharp old sarcasm, saying:

"My apprentice Archimonde is very ambitious, and his strength is worthy of his ambition. For a bug like you, Archimonde can kill you with a fart."

"Hey, here's the evidence!"

Bu Laike didn't refute. He took out the big purple Enlightenment Mark from his luggage and tossed it in his hand. Seeing this thing, the flying skull in his hand suddenly became excited.

"Give it to me! With it, I can remember the sealed knowledge! Quick! Give me the Enlightenment Seal! That's what belongs to me!

Archimonde is just a pathetic usurper! "

"Want this? All right."

Bo Laike grinned, stood up, moved his hands and feet on the spot, and he shouted:

"Leave it, and I will embed the imprint on your forehead. I will do what I say! Master Sakir, I will give you a chance. Can this wave avenge the Legion?

It depends on your performance. "

The stinky pirate made a kick-off motion of a football player, dropped the skull in his hand, and kicked the third lord Meng Faith, who was fleeing towards the portal.

"Master, let's go!"

(end of this chapter)