Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 693 24. Surprise, Mazefak

"Aww"

The body was covered with scars from the magic impact, and the red dragon baby with two arrows in its eyes fell down wailing, like the collapse of a hill.

Its dragon claws have been cut to pieces by the sharp blade.

At the dragon scales on the neck, there is also a Gron beast bone spear inserted two thirds in.

This birth is sad, and death is also sad, but the life that could have been noble uttered its final wail. Its head hit the ground, and the last scene seen amidst the dragon's blood was a young man with a heavy blade in his hand and wrapped in anger. Jumping over from the front, he pierced the wound between its eyes fiercely with the long sword in his hand that was screaming through the wind.

The Lionheart Holy Sword is roaring.

The weapon made by the mountain king of the dwarves pierced through the dragon's scales, and was thrust into the keel by Alsace amidst hot blood splashing everywhere.

Like a toothpick inserted into the brain, it took the last breath of the red dragonling.

"plop"

When he saw the shattered light in the big eyes of the red young dragon in front of him, Alsace, panting, sat down on the young dragon's head.

Regardless of the dragon blood flowing around him, he reached out to take off his helmet and wiped the sweat from his head.

Not just because of nervousness.

Instead, he just squatted behind Farik's heavy shield and ate a dragon's breath, which made him scald, as embarrassing as pulling him out of the water.

But the joy in my heart cannot be concealed.

Today, he killed a dragon and accomplished something that 99% of the warriors in the world couldn't do! Even if it was just a wounded baby dragon, it was enough for the young prince to be proud of it.

This victory also fully proved the power of the "Deathwing's Dragon Slaying Compendium", and the forbidden knowledge described in it is really very useful.

"The head of this red dragon will be brought back as a proof of His Royal Highness's bravery, which will make His Highness more prestigious among the people."

The royal attendant Marwyn strode forward, took out his battle sword and wanted to cut off the dragon's head, but was stopped by Maris. He took out a pocket watch to check the time, and said:

"We don't have that much time to pack up the spoils, the orc warlords are still waiting for us to hunt, rest for a few minutes, and then we set off immediately."

"Aww"

As soon as General Ranger finished speaking, he heard a fierce and noisy dragon roar from the dragon nest in the cave below the city. The movement seemed to be that many young dragons were stimulated to roar.

There were even one or two deep and violent roars of adult dragons mixed in.

Something must have happened below!

——

Something really happened down there.

In the tunnels below the city leading to the Dragon's Lair, the Stinky Pirates have now taken the form of the Dreadlord.

He was pulling his razor-sharp claws out of the heart of an unlucky hatchling, along with shattered scales and a jumbled heart.

There were still a few young dragons howling and rushing around, but the Dreadlord fled into the shadows with a sinister Spine scythe in his hands.

Meng Faith's favorite move "Shadow Creep" is activated.

The two big bat phantoms rushed frantically from left to right, causing fierce shadow explosions wherever they went. This corrosive and powerful vicious magic turned those young dragon bombers upside down.

The point is that they can't even fight back.

There is no way to force Bo Laike out of the shadows, and the magic bombardment of this shadow crawl will not stop. They are red dragons, and they do not have the super resistance to shadow magic like black dragons.

Each of these repeated bursts of Shadow Blast weakens their bodies, making the next explosion even more destructive.

But they can't retreat either.

Because Duke Jorachi is holding the dragon soul and ordering them to kill Bu Laike.

They cannot disobey the orders of the evil artifact, whether the artifact is in the hands of orcs or humans.

"Don't try to run, you poor wretch!"

The released Sacir's Skull was circling around the beating Duke Jorachi, using his vicious torment spells to attack the Duke who wanted to escape.

The vicious old man screamed in Eredan, which the duke could not understand:

"Sad bug, you must think of a way out before you do anything. This is my painful lesson, but you are destined to never learn this lesson. Die! Die!"

The dark flying skulls roared and used the most vicious curses to take turns. In just one minute, the Duke was covered with seven curse spells with different effects, which caused the legendary master assassin a headache.

hell!

Not to mention fighting Boo Laike, he can't even deal with Boo Laike's evil and crazy dark magic weapon!

This is a sad and sad truth.

But despite the embarrassment, the Duke didn't think he would lose.

Although he was not a spellcaster, in the rough connection with the dragon soul, he still felt a huge will responding to him.

It's not the Red Dragon Queen A Laike Straza, but the powerful consort of the Red Dragon Queen who is also imprisoned in the Dragon Lair.

"Mortal, I am Taranistrasz, the queen's guardian and lover, and I feel the change of hands of the dragon soul. You may not be like those fallen orcs

Release us, and you will be thanked by the Red Dragonflight. "

An old and deep voice echoed in the Duke's spirit. This must be a powerful Red Dragon Prince. This made the Duke's eyes light up, and he immediately responded:

"Of course, great red dragons, I am here to save you. I have reached an agreement with Lord Krasus. I will take the dragon soul away from Grim Batol, and I will set your queen free. .

But now I am being attacked by an evil one.

He is an accomplice of the orcs, he is preventing me from taking this evil artifact, come help me! Mighty dragon, kill him for me, and I will fulfill my oath immediately! "

There was a silence in response to the Duke.

But then there was a deeper and more majestic dragon roar sounding from the dragon's lair.

A huge behemoth flapped its wings and took off, so powerful that Bo Laike in dreadlord form also jumped out of hiding and began to attack the Duke.

"Ha, you're scared!"

The Duke didn't choose to go into close combat with Bo Laike. The pirate in Dreadlord form was not easy to mess with at first glance. The Duke was wise enough to discern what would be the most beneficial for him at the moment.

He opted for a cunning delaying tactic.

As long as the Red Dragon Prince below rushes into the tunnel, no matter how powerful Bu Laike is, he will return with hatred.

Holding the dragon soul in hand, he commanded the red young dragons in the tunnel to come to him, almost using his own body as a human shield to protect the Duke.

While the young dragons were forced to spit desperately with their dragon's breath, Grandpa Sakir was temporarily repelled.

This made the vicious skull very dissatisfied, it was ready to absorb the life force around it, and completely crushed the cockroach-like bug with a shot of Sakir's devour.

But this dangerous move was stopped by Bu Laike.

He flicked out the group's dormant spiritual magic, restraining the young dragons in place, and flashed to the Duke's side in another ultra-long-distance flickering jump, and swung his paws to hit the legendary master assassin.

Seeing the hit, Duke Cholazy dodged it with a weird way of dodging.

The Duke laughed and jumped into the shadows, reappearing at the exit of the tunnel, greeted by a series of shadow throwing knives thrown by Bu Laike and two swirling moonblades.

But these deadly attacks were narrowly dodged by the Duke with superb skills.

And behind him, a huge old Red Dragon Prince had already flapped its wings and hovered there.

It stood behind the duke like a shadow of terror.

Two groups of flaming eyes stared at the fearful demon king in front of them, and the terrifying power of the dragon spread out, pressing heavily on the entire tunnel, escorting the Duke's victory.

"You lost, greedy bastard."

Duke Chorazi let out a long, stylish laugh without much sarcasm. He looked at Laike Shaw, who was in the state of demon transformation, with trepidation, and said:

"But I also have to admit that you have enough power to usher in a dark new age, and I have no intention of opposing you, Bu Laike. That's all for this debate.

I'm leaving, don't chase me! "

"Well, the old man is really powerful."

Bu Laike coughed, and broke from the demon form to the human form. He rubbed his head in disappointment, and said to Duke Choraz:

"Then you're going to take the dragon soul away so that the red dragons can get rid of their weakness, right? Don't you think of destroying it right here?"

"Of course we discussed it, but even existences like the Archmage Krasus and the Spellweaver cannot destroy an artifact like the Dragon Soul.

It was cast ten thousand years ago and has the power to control dragons. I heard that the failure of the Burning Legion was because the power of the dragon soul smashed the demon's portal. "

The duke has already won the game.

On the surface, he generously let Boo Laike go, but in his heart he had already issued an order to the red dragon prince Taranistrasz who was floating behind him, asking him to use a deep breath of dragon fire to completely bury Boo Laike here.

In order to paralyze the stinky pirate, he answered Laike's question in a gentle tone, chuckled again, and said:

"It saved the world, how could such an artifact be destroyed by me, a humble mortal?"

"Really? Do you think this artifact cannot be destroyed?"

The pirate shook his head, coughed and said:

"Then can you explain to me, what is the thing that is stuck on the surface of the Dragon Soul in your hand?"

"Huh? How could this be!"

The Duke lowered his head when he heard the words, and looked at the artifact that looked like a golden plate in his hand. It should have been an extremely smooth and sturdy artifact surface, but there was a black thing like a dagger stuck in the center of it.

It looked like a broken dragon scale.

It is inserted on the surface of the dragon soul, like the only flaw on a perfect treasure.

But what made the Duke feel horrified was that around the dragon scale inserted into the surface of the artifact, there were already fragmented spider web cracks extending and beating.

"Let me tell you a secret."

Bu Laike's sinister voice sounded in front of the Duke's eyes with the ups and downs of his mood, and the business carried a kind of pleasure of seeing someone's impending doom.

He said:

"Dragon Soul is very strong, even the explosion of the Well of Eternity cannot destroy it. But it is also very fragile, you only need to find a suitable 'weapon', and you can destroy it with just one swipe.

Fortunately, I have collected enough of these 'weapons' from the Destroyer of the World Destroyer in the Destruction of Dalaran. "

The stinky pirate raised his left hand abruptly, and flicked it lightly as if by magic.

The five broken dragon scales polished into the shape of flying knives were caught between his fingers like a fan opened, and were gathered and disappeared the next moment.

"You use the dragon soul to order the red dragon to deal with me?"

Bo Laike covered his stomach and laughed.

The evil joy that has been simmering in my heart flows wantonly in the tunnel of this moment.

He pointed at the dumbfounded Duke in front of him, and he laughed backwards and forwards, as if he had seen the funniest performance in the world. He said:

"You claim that you are here to save the Red Dragon, but what is the difference between what you did and Nekros Skullcrusher? You made a terrible mistake, my dear Lord Duke.

And this mistake will ruin you completely.

I don't even need to move my hands.

I just need to stand here to appreciate that you were pushed into hell by my own hands. "

"Do not!"

The Duke suddenly turned around.

Looking at the aged red dragon prince behind him who had started to accumulate dragon fire in his huge mouth, he just thought that the anger in the red dragon's eyes was aimed at Bu Laike.

But at this moment, he realized that the anger was born of him.

The dragon fire that made his hair stand on end compressed and rolled in the mouth of the old red dragon.

The damage of the dragon soul made it impossible to control these noble, powerful and indifferent legendary creatures with countless pain and anger in their hearts.

The red dragons are out for revenge!

"Do not!"

The Duke raised the shattering dragon soul in his hand, and he shouted:

"I am here to help you! I have an agreement with Krasus! I am your friend, I am not a dragonmaw orc who enslaves you!"

"In our eyes, you who are trying to manipulate us are no different from a fallen orc!"

This was Taranistrasz, the Red Dragon Prince, responding to the duke's defense.

Along with the response, there was also an extremely hot dragon's breath, all the humiliation and pain suffered by the Red Dragon Legion in the past few years, all of which were imposed on this hateful human being in front of him.

"boom"

The soul of the dragon, which had already begun to shatter, made a crisp sound of glass shattering under the attack of the dragon fire, and it was also so pleasant in the duke's wail and the roar of the red dragon.

Bu Laike raised his hand to cover the scorching fire billowing in front of his eyes.

His ethereal lord rushed out of the shadows, using a dark sacrifice magic to transform himself into a thick shadow shield, covering the pirate around him, so that he would not be hurt by the aftermath of the dragon fire.

Through Bo Laike's fingers, he saw the Duke's final struggle as he was drowned in the dragon fire, like a burning stake, subjecting the bastard to tortures he had never imagined.

"hehe."

The pirate made a pleasant nasal sound, admiring the "cremation" in front of him, and said:

"This is the end of provoking the dark wisdom, my dear Lord Duke. I forgive you for using my plan to benefit you, just as Anduin Lothar forgives your infidelity and double-faced swords.

You don't have to bear my wrath for this anymore.

Be careful in your next life.

You're old and decayed, a wretch who hides in the dark and poses. "

(end of this chapter)