Azeroth Trail of Light

"The Atalai trolls were collectively exiled by the Gurubashi troll tribe because of the evil crimes of serving the spirit robber, but this did not change the belief of these trolls. Among them, the priest who served the spirit robber Hakar was called For Hakkari, which means servants of Hakkar, these guys use the power of shadow and undead, and occasionally use the evil witchcraft inherited from trolls, in short, they are not easy enemies to deal with."

Holding the torch aloft, Dick walked in the dark and damp corridors of the temple. The green dragon Demeter and the female werewolf Velinde followed behind him. After an underwater journey that people would not like to recall, The three entered the dark temple.

Then Demeter was surprised to find that this paladin who claimed to have never been here knew much more about this dark temple than he did. You know, Demeter has been stationed here since he became an adult. Among the temples, it has been more than 100 years ago.

However, considering the lazy nature of the giant dragons, Demeter has really never wandered in this temple that extends in all directions.

"Come with me, I know a shortcut that can lead to the gathering point of those Atalai trolls at the fastest speed!"

The paladin beckoned back, and Demeter quickly followed. Ms. Velinde looked back at the dark passage behind with some fear. In the darkness, nothing could escape her green eyes, but the more In this way, she became more and more afraid.

Of course, don’t blame poor Ms. Velinde for this. Before she became a werewolf because of Dick, Ms. Velinde was only a priest of the moon god. Although she also participated in military operations, most of the time she stayed in the moon Pray in the temple of the god or heal those wounded warriors.

She had never experienced such an adventure of entering a dangerous place alone.

In addition to being timid, the lady discovered that there is still a trace of joy in freedom in her heart!

"By Luna! I think I must be crazy!"

Velinde muttered to herself, and then quickly followed up with Dick and Demeter, who were already crooked in front of her. Although the Luna Scythe gave her unimaginable power, it was obvious that apart from being When the black knights were cornered, Ms. Velinde still couldn't adapt to the changes in her body apart from the outburst of completely losing her mind.

It has to be said that it is a pity!

At least Dick knew that a real high-level werewolf could still fight with a clear mind while being dominated by wild rage. In that state, the hunting instinct in the blood of the werewolf was raised to the limit, even the body The self-healing power will be extremely improved, and it is said that there is a bonus in fighting under the moonlight. It is simply a bloody battlefield butcher, and even the most violent demons will choose to stay away.

Yes, in the game, Dick has seen the scene of high-level werewolves showing off more than once, and it was like a bloody nightmare.

Dick looked back at Ms. Velinde, who was cowering and flinching, with her tail straight. He had a headache and felt that he seemed to have picked up a fake werewolf.

And the most terrible thing is that the ignorant Ms. Velinde may not know what happened, but Dick knew that the moment he stabbed the Luna Sickle into her heart, the fate of this cowardly werewolf, It's tied to itself.

Moreover, it is estimated that Velinde herself does not know what kind of power is contained in her petite body. In a crazy state, she can even easily repel Dick head-on. Her agility attribute has even reached the peak of a lord. This guy Unlike the original Liadrin, she was transformed and recognized by the artifact, so her natural attributes are much stronger than the high elf lady.

But Dick knew that the current Velinde was no match for Liadrin, who had already broken through the lord. The latter could easily defeat the former with only 3 points of strength. Without him, it was purely due to her mentality.

But soon, Dick didn't have time to worry about Velinde's affairs, because just as the three of them came out of the corridor exuding a rotten smell, a large group of weird Atalai trolls were kneeling respectfully On the dirty ground, a skinny troll in a green robe was holding his staff high, chanting chaotic prayers.

A sturdy dragonman who was still struggling was tied up by tree vines and placed on the bloody altar. In order to lift this huge monster to the altar, the trolls even used more than a dozen people, but the expressions of those trolls were sluggish, and the whole body was shaking. Not a single thread, and even a few people's bodies are mutilated.

"Damn it! That's... that's Hrunis!"

Demeter had a strange expression on his face. He seemed to want to rush out to save his companion, but stopped abruptly. This strange action made Dick frowned.

"What is this Herunes, what is it for? Are you a friend?"

"He's not my friend!"

Demeter's delicate eyes narrowed, and he lowered his voice, "Thirty years ago, I came here from the Emerald Dream with Hrunis, but soon, the irritable Hrunis died because of being with her in seclusion. There was a conflict between the Broken Ones in the northwest of the swamp, and those Broken Ones profiteers deceived him, and as a result, Horunes slaughtered two entire villages! Then he was exiled by Lord Eranikus."

The green dragon looked at the exile who was about to be dedicated to the evil god, and a trace of unbearable and doubt flashed in his narrowed eyes.

"I haven't heard of Herunis in the past thirty years, but I heard from my compatriots that this guy has been active in Stranglethorn Valley and has established his own small power. I don't know why this guy came back, maybe Did he see us in despair and wanted to come back for revenge?"

"Then do you want to save him?"

The paladin asked, the green dragon's ten fingers moved back and forth, obviously thinking, he finally opened his eyes,

"Save! Although this guy has been exiled, I can't just sit and watch my compatriots being killed by lowly trolls!"

"OK!"

Dick stretched out his finger and pressed it against his chest, "Then it's up to me!"

The next moment, under the surprised gazes of Demeter and Velinde, the paladin disappeared into thin air.

It disappeared completely, and he couldn't even feel a trace of breath. Only footprints appeared one after another on the dusty ground, proving that he was quietly walking towards the group of crazy trolls.

The concealment effect of the shadow of the leaves is outstanding! This naaru crystal can even make a city disappear, let alone a person.

After entering the gray space, Dick took Gorehowl from behind his back, and with a light swipe of his finger on the blade of the axe, a golden blazing blade appeared on the blade of the axe. The Hakkari troll priest of the knife, he stood behind him, and put Gorehowl in the easiest slashing posture.

"The Spirit Reaper Supreme! For Hakkar!"

The body of the skinny troll priest exuded a weird smell. He yelled the god name of the Soul Reaper madly, and the sinister sacrificial knife in his hand was about to stab at the most vulnerable abdomen of the emerald dragon. About to offer a powerful dragonman as a sacrifice to his god, the great Hakar will surely be happy, and then he will bestow upon himself unimaginable gifts and powers!

To hell with Gamalan the Prophet! Under his leadership, Hakkari will defeat the group of green dragons that have fallen into chaos, and then, with the faith of the soul snatcher, walk on the ground under the sun again! They will take back their homeland, and with the blessing of the chaotic power of Haka, Atalai will surely rise!

"Whoosh!"

The evil wind from behind interrupted the wild imagination of the troll priest. He only had time to spread his own power to his whole body, and then he felt his perspective jumping rapidly. When the sad head hit the ground , the troll priest suddenly saw his headless body slowly falling down, and the human standing behind his body, with a golden light all over his body, holding a wild battle axe.

Is this what death feels like?

The next moment, before his eyes, there was darkness!

Dick has already experienced the cutting power of the highly compressed holy light blade and the already sharp ax blade of Gorehowl in the battle on Mount Hyjal. The strength of this troll priest is too weak , In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that the huge number of troll zombies infused with dark energy were commanded by this priest to form a whole, why would Dick use this risky tactic.

The paladin finished the assault, put his fingers together on his left hand, compressed holy energy spewed out from the fingertips, and the vines with dark power wrapped around the dragonman's body were like gasoline, and when they met the sparks of holy light, they started to attack. Burning.

Dick stepped forward, slashed horizontally with his battle ax, and swung the flail of holy light, sweeping away the troll zombies rushing chaotically. Demetriel in human form also rushed out from his hiding place, waving two green swords in his hands. Stabbing the sword, as the sword light flew, one troll zombie after another was swept away.

"Hey! Damn stranger, you cut my scales, that's rude! But I still have to thank you, let's get rid of these disgusting bastards first!"

The escaped dragon man moved his arms roughly, and a ferocious smile appeared on the dragon-shaped head of this tall and strong guy. He casually grabbed the arms of the two zombies, using the two unlucky bastards as weapons, Swipe left and right.

It can be seen that the troll should have poured some drugs into this dragon man. His footsteps are a bit vain, but there is no problem with self-protection. The troll zombie who has lost its command has no wisdom and can only attack by instinct. In the arrow-like slashing, they and Demeter quickly rounded up, and then jumped back into the narrow corridor.

Dick chopped down the wall at the exit of the tunnel with an axe. Demeter opened his mouth and sprayed out a green and corrosive dragon's breath. Accompanied by the sound of collapse echoing in the tunnel, the exit was quickly blocked .

The troll zombie is a guy who has died once, so unless his head is cut off, otherwise these rough-skinned, thick-skinned guys who have been strengthened by dark forces can fight Dick and his party forever.

time! What they need most is time!

The paladin took a deep breath, turned his head to look at the werewolf lady Velinde crouching in the corner of the corridor, holding the sharp luna sickle and crouching on her head, and couldn't help shaking her head. Being able to join the battle, the three of us will never be so embarrassed, but, hey

It is worth mentioning that there is a corpse of a troll zombie in front of Velinde. From the appearance, it should be cut into three pieces by the sharp Luna sickle. There is no such magic weapon, but the owner is helpless. Coward, this is very embarrassing!

"Hey, look who this is! Demi, what's the matter? Did you come to see me to make fun of me? Just like when you chose to exile me because of a few lowly broken people?"

After the dragon man Hronis escaped from death, he snorted coldly the moment he saw Demitir. This guy took out a purple crystal ball from nowhere, and rubbed his sharp claws on it. A few times, the purple smoke rose, covering the tall dragon man, and a few seconds later, a hazy young man wearing a dark green cloak, carrying a bone spear, and a dwarf musket pinned to his waist appeared. In front of several people.

He glanced back at Dick, who was relighting the torch, and glanced at Demeter with disdain, and then said to the paladin,

"Hey buddy! Looks like you guys are going to fight those disgusting trolls, how about me?"

The paladin snorted, lit the torch, pulled up his cowardly followers, then looked back at the dragon man named Herunis, tilted his head and asked,

"Give me a reason!"

"Damn Jindu put me together! My brothers are all dead here. To tell you the truth, I have some..."personal conflicts" with this group of trolls who should go to hell!"

Hrunis smiled with his white teeth bared, Dick turned his head to look at the silent Demeter, and finally nodded.

"Then, you are welcome to join "Dick's Death Squad", Mr. Dragon Man!"

"Hey, I like your decisiveness, friend, by the way, call me Darth."

"Velinde - Starsong"

"Moonlight Werewolf Template/Basic Druid"

"Strength 220, Dexterity 240, Energy 1300, Rage: 0"

"Professional Template: The effect of natural spells is increased by 50%, the melee damage is increased by 30%, and there is a chance to have a bleeding effect when attacking."

"Status: follower conversion, remaining time: 71 hours and 34 minutes"

"Explanation: This is a cowardly guy, but she is also a powerful guy, provided she learns to overcome her own fear. Followers can advance."