Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 909 6. As a Templar Assassin, it is normal for me to carry a Holy Blade of Light with me, right? 【1925】

The cold night on Eagle Claw Peak was quiet, and it was supposed to be a time when all things were dormant, but someone wanted to disturb this tranquility.

The roar of more than a dozen storm dragons echoed in the sky. These sub-dragons native to the Broken Isles were wrapped in lightning and storms, looking extremely majestic. Although smaller than the giant dragon, the storm dragon is no less powerful than its compatriots.

When Bo Laike rides the Hippogryph Sky into the air to meet the enemy, he is facing the menacing Storm Dragon Rider.

A whole formation.

And they weren't ordinary Vrykul raiders. Just by looking at the cold mist remaining on the flight paths of those bastards, it was obvious that these were the elite hell knights under Hela's command.

Especially the one at the head, from a long distance, Bu Laike found the two giant swords tightly held in its hands.

The blade in the left hand dances hot, while the blade in the right hand is cold.

The two divine powers are very irritable, but suppress each other, and use the user as a balance to keep the two conflicting opposing energies in a stable state.

The stinky pirate knew the origin of the two knives without even throwing out his investigation.

This kind of dual-weapon confrontation is rare, and there is only one artifact in the entire Azeroth.

It is one of the three artifacts of the warrior's way, which originated from the double gifts of Odin and Hela, and represents the shame of the Hall of Valor for hundreds of thousands of years and the glory of Hell for the same period of time.

That represented the last of three most humiliating defeats in Odin's long life as Lord of War.

Valarjar Sky Warsword.

That is the supreme holy blade that has been annihilated in history, and now it is held by a brutal person who is unknown in the mortal world. Tch, this is a shame in itself.

"It's really embarrassing for my Queen Hela. Every time I meet, she will give me something in a different way. Sometimes I really doubt whether that is possible. Queen Hela is actually a traitor and loyal. Is it a gang?"

Bo Laike made a joke that wasn't funny.

The current situation is that he has to deal with the mighty and aggressive Helagar dragoons in front of him alone, and he has to "fight bayonet" in the air with at least a legendary Helagar general.

If he was unlucky, perhaps the first moment of the battle would be overwhelmed by the thunder and lightning spewed out by the storm dragons.

"Are you afraid?"

The pirate patted the hippogryph on the neck.

The feathers of the sky stood on end, and it continuously neighed like a raven and a war horse in the air. Obviously, it was a little scared, but not completely scared.

I'm afraid it's because of biological instinct.

Not afraid because its invincible master fights with it.

"Haha, I'm scared to death anyway."

Bu Laike grabbed the double crossbows, the light chaser in his left hand injected magic power into a sniper stance, and the dark chaser in his right hand maintained continuous shooting suppression. He whistled and shouted to the sky:

"Come on! Baby, let the proud dragons see your speed! Swift Shadow, go up and snap their eyes!"

While the pirates were yelling crazily, the war eagle hovering high in the sky accelerated instantly. With the blessing of Loa's divine power, her speed broke through several times the speed of sound in an instant, as fast as a black line pulled across the sky.

When the distance between the two sides was three hundred meters, the Vrykul dragon knights on the opposite side grabbed their brutal spears, intending to give the overwhelmed betrayer a heart-piercing treatment.

But before the first spear was thrown, the Hylagar knight on the edge wailed in pain, and the big face plate of his misty body was almost completely smashed by Miss Crow's claws.

With the blessing of Loa's divine power, every blow of the war eagle is accompanied by divine damage. Even though they are also elites blessed by Hella, such damage is still unbearable for them.

The unlucky bastard howled and covered his face, the storm dragon under its crotch tried to fight back, but the black crow spun deftly, howled and accelerated and hit the unlucky bastard's waist.

Like a hammer blow, it was thrown from the wurm's saddle.

Hylagar danced and fell downwards. At such a high height, even the Mist Warrior would be smashed to pieces.

And the storm dragon that lost its owner soon suffered the same treatment. Its left eye was brutally snapped out of the eye socket by the black crow, and the storm and thunder it spewed could not hurt the black crow at all.

Is it true that Ekilson's supernatural power is vegetarian?

The god of falconry has the item of "storm" in his priesthood. Although it is very hip, but the same type of attack can be easily exempted by the storm shield around the black crow without divinity. .

The black crow's attack successfully disrupted the formation of the Helagar dragon knights, and then the wind moved forward, and the sky, which avoided three spears in a row, also rushed to the battle position heroically with Bu Laike.

The raging Hylagal warlord bellowed and challenged Laike to a one-on-one duel.

The pirate only replied "Stupid X", and flashed past without a sense of honor, and then flashed out the moment he got off the saddle of the sky.

He stepped on the flying spear to borrow strength in the air, and once again flashed in front of a dragon knight. The owl mask painted black could not see the pirate's face, which made the smile on Braike's face somewhat lacking. A little deterrent power.

But that's okay.

He quickly expressed his "welcome" to this group of hunters with practical actions.

The light-chasing war crossbow like a crow spread its wings in front of the eyes of the staring Hailagar elite like a drowned ghost, and a demon-breaking crossbow collected from the sharpshooter camp was fired at almost zero distance.

Played the effect of a bullet headshot.

The headless corpse exploded into a mist, and on the roaring storm dragon's neck, the pirate crouched with his arms outstretched.

The right hand sniped twice, and the second sniper crossbow flew out soundlessly, and pierced into the eye socket of the storm dragon rushing nearby. The sudden loss of vision and severe pain caused the sub-dragon's pounce to lose its direction in an instant, and he hit it headlong. on the companion.

The two dragons and their knights entangled and fell to the ground of Eagle Claw Peak.

The right hand battle crossbow trigger was pulled to the end, and the six magic-breaking arrows shot out at the rate of fire of an automatic rifle, piercing the roaring knight who fitted him into a sieve.

The poor creature's body exploded in the air.

The cold mist blows away, flapping everywhere.

In the cold sky, Bu Laike stood up and turned around. The black luna armor reflected the cold light under the moonlight, and the night sky dotted with dim starlight behind him was accompanied by the neighing of black-feathered falcons.

It can be said that apart from the fact that Proudmoore's bloodline was not activated, the pirates tonight were almost at full strength.

The dark green cloak behind him rustled in the cold wind, and the low-pitched sound of a villain echoed in the deterrent of killing four people in a row.

"I really don't know how much Hela gave you to send you to die? But it should be very cheap, after all, for a killer of this level, giving us a gold coin is the limit."

In the standard Vrykul language, the roaring syllables should have been naturally heroic and brave, but when it was spoken by Bu Laike at this moment, it brought a hint of irony even if they couldn't understand it.

And the vrykul people love this one the most.

"Betrayer! Bear Hela's wrath!"

This top-level taunt had an extremely good effect, making the leader of the team, Hylagal, furious.

This tall warrior wearing a full set of hell armor jumped up from the saddle of his own dragon, and the strangely shaped giant blades whizzed again and again in his hands.

It seems to be urging the knife holder to cut off the head of this enemy, they can't wait to drink blood.

The moment they saw the general's attack, the dragon knights who had gathered nearby and wanted to besiege the pirates immediately dispersed. Obviously, they all knew the terrifying power of the two knives, and they were afraid that Chi Yu would be harmed.

But Laike just sneered at that.

Throwing the double battle crossbow back into the bag, the unarmed pirate ran up a few steps on the neck of the storm dragon, and jumped towards the charging Helagar warrior.

Facing the flaming twin swords that were chopped off at the head, Bu Laike pulled out his warblade from the bag in a blink of an eye. As an assassin, he completely gave up dodging and defense at this time, and faced the enemy tit for tat like a warrior. .

As for the sword in his hand, well, it wasn't Salamani.

but

"boom"

The moment the silver giant blade appeared, a scorching stream of light, as bright as the sun, erupted.

The giant blade named Ashbringer was held by the pirates with both hands, and at the moment when two people, one big and one small, passed by, Laike hit it with the standard cleave and shadow strike technique.

As a combination of an assassin and a warlock, of course he couldn't drive the Ashbringer's power of light that makes all darkness fearful.

But he didn't need to awaken the holy blade at all at this time.

Hylagar was born from Hell, they are a group of wraiths who are not accepted by the light, such a sad life is the existence that Ashbringer hates the most.

No matter who holds it, when facing such existences, Ashbringer will do its best to give them the most "warm" rest.

Under the holy blade, everything turns to ashes!

"Snapped"

The pirate landed on the Storm Dragon of Helagar Warlord, rolled over to relieve his strength, and took another look at his Luna armor, leaving a burning scratch on it, but it was quickly destroyed by Elune The power to extinguish.

Opposite him, Hylagar, holding the relic double swords, also landed on the storm dragon that Bu Laike had been on before.

But it is much more embarrassing than Bu Laike.

With a knife in the front, it scratched the armor of the stinky pirate, and it was slashed by the Ashbringer, and the hell armor from the shoulders to the waist and abdomen melted away.

Its misty body seemed to be ignited, and a small half of it was burned in just a few seconds.

This Hela's love will have fear in his eyes.

It looked at the stinky pirate in a Jedi sword-holding stance behind the dragon, and the greatsword in Bo Laike's hand, wrapped in endless light.

That thing is still waking up!

It seemed that the Ashbringer was very dissatisfied that the sword failed to bury the sad wraith just now, and the power of light from the Brilliant Chen was continuously filling the blade.

Against the backdrop of the night, what Bo Laike holds in his hand is not a knife at all, but more like a lightsaber with endless power.

The most terrible thing is that this thing is the blade of the undead special attack.

That's not the same as saying yes!

The originally confident general Hylagar was about to collapse. The information that damn satyr shared with the queen was completely wrong!

This pirate has a divine armor that is invulnerable to swords and guns, and a sword of Hylagar can't break through it, and a holy blade of light that can kill all the undead in hell without breathing.

This is a fatal mistake that was not mentioned in the information it received!

Damn it!

All the traps set by the queen will fail, and it's all due to the incompetent and evil Sartre!

"Come here."

On the howling dragon, Braike hooked his fingers at the embarrassed general Hylagar in front of him. He waved the ignited "light saber" and played a set of Jedi swordsmanship with zero practicality and full mockery. .

He spread his arms again, put on a defenseless posture, and shouted:

"The warrior of Hela, the thug of Hell, the notorious plunderer of the Underworld Vigfus Daofeng, you were the most legendary pirate king of the Dragon Looting Clan, what's the matter?

Facing this junior like me, don't you even have the courage to fight?

If this is the case, I will not hesitate to let you go, and let you go back to Hela's arms and cry and nurse. As long as you kowtow to me on the spot, I can pretend that what happened tonight never happened.

Come on, get down on your knees.

There's no shame in that.

No matter how many people want to kneel, they don't have this chance. "

"kill him!"

Hela's warrior couldn't bear the stinky pirate's miraculous ridicule any longer. While absorbing Hela's blessing from the right hand blade to restore himself, he issued orders to kill other subordinates.

To say that these vrykul are really dead-brained.

If the pirates under Bu Laike's command had seen the enemy so tough, they would have oiled their soles of their feet to preserve their strength without the pirates saying much. But these Hailajiaal don't know whether they are stupid or are being controlled by force.

In short, under the roar of the warlord Navikul, the remaining dragon knights roared and surrounded them, driving the dragon to spray a storm of thunder and lightning towards Bu Laike.

Those thunder lights gathered together and intertwined a dazzling wave in the night sky, which could almost melt steel.

But in the waves, a scorching light flashed out of the shadows, and jumped to the nearest dragon. The pirate raised his knife and fell, smashing the body of the undead with his sword.

The sad Hylagar was still turned into a mist, and he had no chance of returning to Hell, so he was completely ignited by the angry Ashbringer, turning into sparks and rolling smoke.

Among the flying bright sparks that were not completely burned, the pirate holding the giant blade upside down sneered and stood up, the watchman's cloak fluttering behind him, and the moon wings bestowed by the moon god burst into bright streamers.

In the next moment, the pirate's figure disappeared in place, and the assassin's strongest combat skill, the killing feast, was activated, blooming like a cruel killing flower in the interweaving of holy light and moonlight.

The light drawn by the holy blade during its high-speed displacement was entangled by the next stream of light before it even disappeared. In the flying of the gap, the interlaced vertical and horizontal rays of light weaved into an irregular bright grid.

And in the final moments Laike reappeared, his cloak drooping, disappearing in the strides of his forward walk.

The ashes messenger in his hand dimmed little by little, which represented that the holy blade had completed its mission tonight, and the sacred mission of releasing the wraith was fulfilled.

Behind the pirates, the silhouettes of a dozen Hylagar dragoons have turned into bright sparks and ashes dancing in the dark night.

In front of him, the cowardly knife-wielder had already escaped to the edge of the night sky. There was no more roar of battle, no more screaming of sharp blades, and what remained here was only the sad wails of the storm dragons.

There is also the loneliness scattered all over the floor.

"I was beheaded by me in Hablon, and after I quit and left, the quality of Hell's employees really dropped sharply."

Bu Laike stroked the cold blade of the Ashbringer, who no longer responded to him, and said:

"This Hella looks down on me too much."

"At least send a Martial God over to try my knife, it's really stingy."

(end of this chapter)