Azeroth Trail of Light

Bloodhowl is not a simple warrior weapon. In fact, in the orc world view, there is no such clear distinction between warriors, hunters, and shamans. This weapon is a symbol of the inheritance of the Warsong clan and a civilization that has been passed down for thousands of years. symbol.

Countless chiefs of the Warsong clan have fought with Gorehowl in their hands. Among them are shamans, warriors, and hunters. Therefore, this battle ax can actually be regarded as a magical weapon. At least Dick will use the power of the Holy Light When injected into it, its amazing conductivity of energy left Dick speechless.

To be honest, Dick couldn't imagine how those nomadic orcs made weapons like the Bloody Roar. You must know that in the world of Azeroth, those metals with excellent energy conductivity are rare. Can't be asked for.

However, this kind of thinking about weapons did not affect Dick's current state. When the heavy ax with the whole body turned into gold fell, he felt the feeling that was completely different from that of the warhammer, feeling the sharpness and scorching blade of the axe. After splitting open the body of the demon in front of him, Dick suddenly felt heroic.

"Who dares to stop me!"

The paladin let out a roar, and smashed the flail of holy light in his hand forward, knocking the two satyrs who couldn't dodge to the ground. It was two evil lives that died.

The Jade Fire Trail in the game is a gathering place for satyrs, and it is the same in the real world. When Dick turned over from the ridge, he saw a group of satyrs rushing towards him brandishing weapons, but the lowest level of the Burning Legion Demons are no longer in Dick's eyes.

Sartres are mentioned in various myths. Their greatest ability is to kill in dreams. If you are invaded by a Sartre in your dreams, it will be difficult to escape the slaughter of these guys in your dreams. But compared to this They have illusory dreaming skills, but their actual combat effectiveness is very poor!

After all, the demons transformed by night elves or even half-demons, whether it is strength or agility, have not surpassed the template of ordinary creatures, and many of them are good at shadow magic, but the Flame of Justice is temporary because of Anveena. It cannot be used, but the strong elemental resistance it comes with still blesses Dick. The paladins can almost completely ignore these shadow magics, rushing into this group of satyrs like an unstoppable monster. in the cluster.

"Where I stand is a place of justice!"

The battle ax in Dick's hand was cut forward, and the holy energy in his body poured into the ground under his feet. Soon, the scorching power of the holy light spewed out from below the ground. The blazing temperature made these satyrs scream and want to escape. , but they couldn't dodge it, the thin black roots sprang out from the ground and pierced into the soles of their feet.

Under Dick's complicated gaze, the sound of gurgling drinking water sounded again, and the satyrs felt their own power being drawn out in horror, and their bodies lying on the ground were burned by the holy light, and soon turned into dry bones on the ground.

On the battlefield against Maronus, the bloody oak saved Dick's life, but it also brought a lot of pressure on Dick. He was completely unable to control the oak that had taken root in his body. When the time comes, these oaks will actively activate, absorbing the life of all surrounding creatures.

This feeling sucks! Paladin feels that he already has the potential to become a great villain!

Although the bloody oak will transform a large part of life into Dick, the paladin can feel that the strange tree in his body is growing every day, and it may not be long before Dick will suffer and The sad fate like Harveys, completely turned into a blood-sucking oak.

The worst thing is that the instigator of all this, the deer helmet, seems to have disappeared. Whether it is asking Garrod or the syndicate assassins he sent, it seems that the deer helm has disappeared! Leaving Dick an unmanageable mess!

Besides, Dick couldn't trust Malfurion, that archdruid and Tyrande were of one mind, who knew what method he would use to deal with him?

A dagger hidden in the dark is always more threatening than a knife and gun appearing in the front!

"Go away!"

Coupled with Liadrin's life and death, all of this made Dick feel very bad. When he dispersed these satyrs, he became extremely aggressive. When he raised his hand, a golden giant sword fell from the palm of his hand. Jumping out, piercing through the bodies of two satyrs, Dick rushed forward, and at the moment he stopped, his body spun, and he slashed down horizontally with the golden battle axe.

This blow completely split Sartre who was blocking the way in front of him. These bullying half-demons, after their line was pierced by force, saw Dick so brave, and then saw the evil star turned his head. Shouting and rushing away.

The paladin snorted coldly, put the battle ax on his shoulders, and strode towards the deepest part of the Jade Fire Path.

The magic of demons is too rough, and the control ability of most demons is also terrible. They can't be expected to do some delicate work at all, so the work of controlling magic items and corrupting this land is naturally left to those demons Believers do it.

That is, those warlocks!

The profession of warlock, as I said before, except for the extremely rare secret family in Azeroth, most of the warlocks appeared after the orcs crossed the portal of darkness and invaded Azeroth. It can be said that the old The demise of the tribe actually promoted the rise of the dark profession of Warlock.

You can't expect a group of guys who deal with demons all day long to be sane, so most warlocks are characters who are both righteous and evil. Those who use the power of demons even become chaotic in their behavior style. The reason for not being seen by the orthodox society.

In fact, even after more than ten years, the status of warlocks has not changed much. Only those warlocks who have truly made contributions and sacrifices to the human world and can control their minds will be accepted by mainstream society.

So when Dick strode into the empty Sartre camp, a cloud of shadow arrows full of corrosive magic flew in front of him, and the vicious guy in the green robe let out a rattling laugh, leaning on a wooden staff , With a wave of his hand, a large piece of brimstone and fire flew out of his palm, filling the space where Dick was dodging profusely.

The paladin couldn't even dodge, and was swallowed by the shadow arrows and brimstone fire. The warlock who succeeded in the sneak attack tilted his head to look, waved his hand and threw another ball of purple flames, and then walked away with a stick In front of the burning figure,

"Hey, you idiot who dared to challenge the master's power! You are nothing, let the great one now."

"Crack!"

A metal arm wrapped in golden luster protruded from the flames of the shadows, like iron tongs, grabbed the neck of the warlock who was caught off guard, and lifted him into the air like a chicken. Dick strode out from the shadow flames, and the holy light wrapped his body surface. The corrosive power and sulfurous flames did not harm Dick's body at all.

"Great... what?"

Frankly speaking, this warlock's strength is very good, he has already reached the level of a rare elite, given him enough time, it is not difficult for him to break through to another level, but his combat experience is too little.

"I don't have time to hear your disgusting name, scum, tell me, where is the head of Gul'dan?"

Dick was about to be caught in the air by him, and the struggling warlock was still on the ground, Bloodhowl's scorching ax blade stuck to his neck, looking indifferently at this human being who had thrown himself into the darkness.

Because of the long-term contact with the strange evil energy, the surface of his body is covered with purple scales, coupled with the skinny face and cunning eyes, making this guy look like a monster in a fairy tale. Warlock rolled his eyes at Dick's substantive threat. Just as he was about to speak, Dick frowned, raised his left hand, and slashed down!

The holy light came out of its sheath, and the golden long sword crashed into the simple house in front like a cannonball, piercing through the two walls and the attacker's body, and then turned into a golden flame rising up, the wail of the companion before death It made the warlock lying on the ground shudder, and he could even imagine the extreme pain of his companion being burned by the holy flame.

After finishing the raider, Dick set his sights on the warlock in front of him again.

"Let me ask one last time, where is the head of Gul'dan?"

Warlock was silent, and it could be seen that he was hesitating whether to tell Dick the truth, but Dick's troubles were obviously not over yet. The moment Warlock opened his mouth, a purple-black spatial rift appeared behind him, A pair of blue claws protruded from it.

Horror! A monster that Dick had seen once!

The ugly demon head, huge bat wings, and the devil's mouth on the abdomen made this monster disgusting to the extreme. Dick could feel that it was a lord-level fear demon. He looked at the warlock's serious hope and Struggling, he sneered.

Turn around, holy avenger, turn on!

Judgment of order! Holy light unsheathed! The power of the dragon!

Lord Power 60 points, Dragon Power 30 points, Holy Avenger 60 points! Adding Dick's own 150 points of strength, at this moment, but from the perspective of strength and agility attributes, Dick has already stood at the peak of the lord rank, plus the 30% damage bonus of the Holy Avenger.

In the first strike of Judgment of Order, the huge flail of holy light stunned the fear demon who had just stepped out of the portal. The sharp edge of the ax was drawn, and after the extremely sharp ax blade slashed across the body of the fearful demon who was caught off guard, that milky white blade of holy light also slashed across the body of the fearful demon.

The ax blade, which was magnified nearly ten times, went far away, cutting a conspicuous knife mark on the mountain wall of the Jade Fire Path, and countless flying stones fell from the sky, hitting the ground tick-tock .

"Fu"

Dick took a breath, retracted the battle axe, and stretched his sore arms. Under the control of his will, the wings of the holy light turned into light feathers and spread out. The paladin turned his head and looked at the ground that had been crushed Scared by the warlock, he took a step forward.

The body of the terror demon behind him was like tofu cut by a sharp blade, staggered up and down, and the body that had been cut in two had not yet landed on the ground. The sacred power contained in it exploded at this moment, and two balls of golden The flames set off Dick's figure even taller.

A lord-level fearsome demon, one-hit instant kill!

"I ask one last time, Skull of Gul'dan."

"It's...in that house, please, let me go"

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Compared with Dick's freehand style, the battle on Illidan's side was somewhat anxious.

The demon hunter's group combat ability is quite powerful, especially the blade dance and eye edge. Every time these two super skills are used by Illidan, they will set off a bloodbath among the demons around him.

But this can't change the embarrassing situation Illidan is facing.

After the wounded Tichondisor joined the battlefield, Illidan had no choice but to change his style from frontal confrontation to guerrilla warfare in the face of swarming fear demons and elite demon guards!

The strength of the dreadlord lord is absolutely strong, and Illidan is not sure of winning one-on-one, let alone these elite demons who are responsible for guarding Tichondisor.

Under the order of Tichondiso, the crazy demons used their bodies to forcibly surround Illidan in a narrow range. The demon hunters fought very hard. If there were no magic lines that can absorb magic energy during the battle, Illidan probably already knelt down!

But this tough elf guy who has been imprisoned since the War of the Ancients also has his own persistence. If he says ten minutes, he must persist until ten minutes.

Illidan is a lone ranger, and at this moment, he has not yet recruited the first batch of elf warriors who are willing to join the darkness, so the Illidari team that will cause the Burning Legion pain in the future has not yet been formed, and he can only incarnate one person The battle line was firmly blocked under the ridge.

Every time I danced the moonblade in my hand, I could harvest new souls. These souls were quickly absorbed by Illidan to replenish his rapidly lost power. He counted the time silently in his heart.

"548, 549, 550, Dick. Last minute!"

Forward! Turn back! Under the blade dance, everything will be cut! The eye ridges swept across, and the group of demons retreated!

At the moment when Tichondisor, whose body was filled with blood-red light, rushed into the battlefield, Illidan suddenly turned his head.

Although the dark eyes couldn't see the light, he knew that on the ridge, a dazzling figure appeared there.

"Illidan! Go on!"

Oh~ I haven't spoken for a long time! Here are two additional explanations. First, the bloody oak that the staghelmet gave to Dick is just a small detail, and we will get rid of it later, so don't worry about it. Second, this thing draws life, not blood in the usual sense, so the abyss lord will be drawn into bones. In addition, it is not invincible, and it is not controlled by Dick, so theoretically speaking, this thing Not a good thing.

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