Azeroth Trail of Light

There is still some time before the war begins, but the war has actually begun.

However, like the wars of other civilizations, at the very beginning, it was always fought in another form.

The node prince Haramad has been very busy recently. The Star Consortium is allowed to join in the transaction with Sharkan. Although it must follow the trading rules of Azeroth-Sharkan, for the consortium itself, any civilized planet Business will get its due value. Yes, the value of any item produced by intelligent life will not return to zero. This is what a real business tycoon in a distant star field said.

Haramad thinks it makes perfect sense.

But if you get something, you have to pay something. Halamed is also very clear about this truth, but this time he needs to pay some contraband, which is powerful and extremely deadly. Fortunately, he does not need to operate these things himself .

And they have already been sent out, it is said that they were sent to the world called Argus. Void Spirit knows that Azeroth is about to start an expedition, but as a businessman who has already bet on his treasure, he naturally hopes that Azeroth will Adams won, of course, they lost, and he didn't have much to lose.

"Hope those guys make good use of them. Oh, war, I hate war."

Prince Node sighed, and then set off for the next star field. He was very busy, and the fun of making money was the only thing he could enjoy after he turned into an energy creature, not much fun.

In the world of Argus, in the wasteland of Antoran, Duke Jorazzi walked slowly in the shadows, surrounded by elite troops of the Burning Legion. As long as he made a mistake, he would be pulled out of the shadows. He has no chance of escape from the demons.

As the boss of the dark world, Duke Chorazi didn't need to participate in this desperate infiltration operation. His life is very valuable, and in the world of Azeroth, he has become a symbol. He has the status that countless assassins dream of. And power, but he still came, and came to this world who knows how far away from Azeroth like crazy, to conduct a long investigation that could kill him at any time.

As for the reason why he came here, apart from being personally invited by the big man in Ulduar, it was more likely to be the fear of some kind of more terrifying creature. Yes, Jorazzi had participated in the demon war, and he knew it very well. Once the Burning Legion attacks, the current Azeroth is absolutely irresistible.

As the top assassin, Qiao Laqi no longer has the concept of justice in his heart, but he knows one thing, the world is destroyed, he can't survive, and he knows very well that a real assassin can't have fear in his heart, then It would destroy him completely, so here he is, here to overcome himself and, if necessary, to give the world a hand.

It was his hometown after all.

But until the infiltration really started, Qiao Laqi didn't know how dangerous it was. They had been active here for 2 months, and one-third of the 232 people who came together had already been killed or injured. Demons are hard to deal with, even Aize The most powerful assassins of Lars will be buried in this evil land if they are not careful.

This reminded Qiao Laqi of the time when he first entered this industry. At that time, he was very weak and needed to be vigilant 24 hours a day to barely survive. Adapted, but after truly adapting to the feeling that life and death are in an instant, the silent assassin's blood in Qiao Laqi's body was awakened.

He even felt young again. During the assassination of those demon warlords again and again, when the dagger and short sword in his hand cut through the veins of those powerful demons, watching them struggle and howl in the traps he carefully arranged, The stinging pain of slightly corrosive blood splashing on the body.

Yes, he likes this feeling, this is the real life an assassin should live, instead of staying like a dog in Ravenholdt Manor, enjoying the worship from those weak, an assassin should live in the shadows , Harvest life, brandish death to pursue inner peace!

"That's not so bad."

Jorazi grunted, and walked into the central room of the large demon camp in front of him against the wall. A powerful doomsday lord was patrolling his camp. The Assassin Duke smiled and took out a crystal from his storage ring The bomb, some clumsily scratched a few strokes on the crystal surface, and then stuck it in the corner of the room.

Set a good time, and when the idiot whose whereabouts have been traced returns, this little thing from the Star Consortium will send it to the sky together with a quarter of the camp.

It's not the first time he's done this kind of thing, but every time he sees the huge flame storm rising in the camp and feels the end of those ugly lives, he will have a kind of satisfaction from the bottom of his heart, this fucking is an assassin What to do!

Five minutes later, Qiao Laqi stood on a hidden hillside outside the camp, counting the passage of time silently in his heart, holding a telescope in his hand, carefully observing the distant camp, muttering Soliloquy.

"Swords in the dark, destruction in the slumber Salute to the great Jorach, fools!"

"boom!"

As soon as the Assassin Duke's words fell, a crimson flame storm erupted from the very center of the camp. The soaring pillar of fire and flames almost tore apart half of the sky, and the ground shook like a real earthquake. , even the hidden places of Qiao Laqi were torn apart, the land of Argus is not harder than Draeno, and the instruction manual of that kind of crystal also clearly stated.

That thing is an explosive device for starships. Unless there are special circumstances, it cannot be used inside the ecological planet. It has a high chance of causing a stratum rupture and vibration that goes directly to the ground.

But... who cares?

"This is Argus. The territory of the enemy country, who cares."

Qiao Laqi put away the binoculars in satisfaction, and when the steady stream of vibrations eased a bit, he re-entered the shadows, intending to leave quietly, but at this moment!

"boom"

A ball of sparks exploded from the Duke Assassin's abdomen, and his entire body, which had escaped into the shadow, was smashed out of the shadow, as if being blown away by an invisible fist, if it wasn't for Odu Allotted by Er, mixed with the blocking of starship armor, this blow is enough to completely tear his body apart!

But it's not going anywhere right now.

Qiao Laqi rolled on the ground several times in a state of embarrassment, and then he stood up covering his abdomen, which was almost open. The power of the shadow covered his body. He held a golden The dagger, ferocious and thick, doesn't look like something that assassins would use.

This dragon-shaped one-handed sword is named "Ravencrest's Legacy". It is said to be the hand-held weapon of Ravencrest, the first elf lord who stood up against the demons during the War of the Ancients. It is a real treasure. It is only one step away from the legendary weapon, and it is completely worthy of Qiao Laqi's identity.

Even the skin of the most powerful demon can't stop the slash of this sharp blade.

But now, Duke Assassin has obviously met his opponent. His figure is quickly wrapped by the active shadow energy, which looks like a shaky shadow, and 200 meters in front of him, a brown, 4 meters high As if by magic, the guy slowly walked out of the empty air.

Not stealth!

Qiao Laqi reacted immediately, without the fluctuation of shadow energy, the guy in front of him must have used some special method to block his breath.

This guy looked like a human, but his brown skin and hoof-like feet gave him away. He wears a brown belt around his waist, which is full of big shiny bullets, each of which is as thick as a baby's arm. Outside the belt, there are three oval-shaped gadgets wrapped with ropes. It was like a stone, but Jorazzi felt a strong threat from it.

He was wearing a crimson battle robe and a one-piece hood. Under the hood, only a pair of eyes were exposed, shining brightly. He was obviously wearing some kind of special equipment, similar to glasses. The most striking thing was that his chest was slanted A wrapped brown belt, on which are fixed three void bombs full of dark green spikes.

In his strong and powerful left hand, he held a strange-looking firearm, a huge, technologically-sounding, gray firearm. It was this murderous weapon that attacked Qiao Laqi just now, and three guns were tied behind him. The gray throwing gun, at the tip of the gun, was constantly beating tiny sparks and shaking lightning.

He walked to a position 100 meters in front of Qiao Laqi, raised his free arm, and there seemed to be some data jumping on it, he glanced at it, then looked at Qiao Laqi, and then said in a low demonic language ,

"The 27th mouse, you are really difficult to deal with, weird shadow stealth, superb killing skills, but this is more interesting, isn't it? This is more interesting than the soft eggs I hunted before."

Qiao Laqi can only understand simple demon language, but this does not prevent him from understanding the meaning of the guy in front of him who exuded a dangerous aura all over his body.

"Who are you! You killed all the people we lost before?"

A shrewd hunter shouldn't reveal too much information to his prey, but the guy in front of him seemed to be sure that Qiao Laqi would not escape his grasp. He chuckled, and a trace of cruel pride appeared on his ugly face.

"Of course it's me! Besides me, who else can pull you out of the shadows? You are good hunters, but I am stronger!"

"My name is Imonar, a bounty hunter. They hired me to get rid of those difficult guys in the expedition. They also gave me another name. Soul hunter, you will be a good hunt, I I smell blood and death from you, are you the strongest among you?"

At this moment, Qiao Laqi's body drifted outwards quickly. Almost at the same time, a sharp spear pierced out of the air where he was standing just now, and the body of the talking Imonar in front of him was in the air. This moment disappears in place in the form of distorted data.

This cruel and shrewd guy, what he talked to Qiao Laqi before was just a projection, and the real him has been hiding in the air.

"swish"

"boom"

Qiao Laqi swung the one-handed sword with one hand and collided with the spear for a moment, and then he was staggered by the strong vibration attached to the spear, and then another spear stabbed his body, hurting his body. The Assassin Duke couldn't dodge this blow, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, his figure completely merged with the shadow, and then fourteen figures sprang out quickly, using different postures and different directions to attack the Soul Hunter who jumped out of the air. Fourteen attacks were completed at the same time. , theoretically, this trick can kill 14 opponents at the same time, the supreme stunt of an assassin - killing feast.

but.

"Dang Dang Dang Dang"

The sound of weapons colliding like rain hitting plantains sounded on this hidden hillside, representing the failure of this fatal attack. Imonar waved two magnitude guns with both hands, just like waving two pulsating storms, The shadows of most of the attacks were scattered, but 3 attacks still fell on him.

The soul hunter looked down at the deep bony wounds pierced on his arms. The wounds were dark green, obviously smeared with deadly poison. A crystal, broke off, and then pierced the stubble into his chest.

This strange way of treatment allows the toxin to be quickly removed. The soul hunter turned the magnitude gun behind his back, holding the heavy gun full of technological sense in both hands, and looked at Jorah who had already escaped far away in the shadows. Qi, his deeply forked, snake-like tongue, licked his lips.

In the special field of vision, the blood shed by Jorachi in the shadows is so conspicuous.

"Hehe, run away, run away, the tougher the guy, the more excited I am to hunt. Run away! I will find you one by one."

The soul hunter's cold laughter accompanied his body to re-enter that special concealment state. A string of bone rosary beads was wrapped around his wrist, which was a cruel ornament strung together with heads treated by secret methods. No more, no less, exactly 27.

Joe Lacy. He'll be the 28th!