Azeroth’s Death Track

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The war of scar marks and fissures proceeded smoothly. Although the Hammer of the Fel had a little accident when it landed, it did not affect the efficiency of the demon hunters in slaughtering the demon.

Especially after these quick hunters and warlocks are paired, through the demon gates built by the warlocks, the demon hunters can go back and forth around the battlefield at super fast speed, which allows their war of division and slaughter to proceed Is more enjoyable.

In just 3 hours, the demons of the main battlefield of Fear Scars were defeated, and they fled in all directions, while the demon hunters and the dark reaper pursued them.

According to the reports of the captains under the leadership of Illidan, this pursuit will end in a few hours. It is worth mentioning that the agent of the scarred fissure designated by Eredar personally destroys the witch Agatha. The situation is not good, especially after the abyss lord Jagnos was cruelly killed by Illidan, the cunning demon lady has almost no time to waste, and sent a messenger to express her willingness to submit to the Illidari Legion.

Of course, even if Illidan thinks with his heels, he knows that this destructor must be a surrender, and he will definitely rebel in the future, but he does not care.

The time for the demon hunters to deal with the devil is not short. The Illidari Legion has a complete set of means to govern these demon traitors. Not to mention, Illidan does not need to destroy the loyalty of the demon Agatha, he only needs the destructive demon. The knowledge and intelligence in the witch's mind is sufficient.

But before receiving the sincere destroyer witch, Illidan and Kel'Thuzad greeted a special guest first.

"That's it, boss."

With a new hat and a new belt, two more rings on his fingers, and a weird shackled necromancer Ubeka hanging in front of his waist, standing in front of Kel'Thuzad and Illidan, pointing to a fearful face in front of him Insect whisperer Carridos introduced the two bigwigs to:

"This is Carridos. Without it, our actions to destroy the scarred fissure communication device will not be so smooth, and Karidus has also found a treasure house for the Abyss Lord Jagnos for us, which has been used by us. The people are guarding and are waiting to be received. Karidus was a servant of the abyss lord Jagnos here, and he knows a lot of secrets about the abyss lord."

"A worm whisperer..."

Illidan was sitting on the rock. He was wiping his war blade. He was naked on the upper body. The dark green hunted demon pattern on his body lingered in a strong breath. This demon slayer was like a humanoid. The sword of the war, the lethal breath, makes the feet of the timid **** tremble. It dare not raise his head to look at Illidan, as if he was afraid of natural enemies.

"The little demons are not very loyal, but they do possess a lot of useful knowledge and are valuable prisoners."

Illidan said calmly:

"Can I trust you? Bugspeaker?"

This question shocked Carridos. The Bugstalker instinctively wanted to turn around and run away, but he was pressed by Ubeka in place. Seeing that he could not hide, Carridus could only stiffen the point. Nodded, and said in a somewhat false voice:

"Yes, powerful adult, you can trust me..."

"well!"

Illidan nodded. He didn't blame him, but asked directly:

"I heard that there are many loot belonging to the demons in the scar of scars... One of them is the Blade of the Intrepid, which is a Uldraci Blade, where is it?"

"Uh."

Illidan's question made the Whisper-Talker hesitate. It didn't seem to know whether to answer the question, while Kel'Thuzad, the Warlock sitting beside Illidan, said slowly:

"Your name is Carridos, right? This is really a good name for demons...but you see, Calidus, we are here to kill demons, we all hate demons, press In truth, you should also be killed, but because of your contribution, you have proved yourself, so we treat you as a real person."

"But you have to know that there are many ways to get some information from the soul of a life. You are a demon and I am a warlock. We all know how painful those methods are, so I hope you don’t have any worries. , Honestly tell us what we want to know, if you don’t cooperate, then the problem...may become more difficult."

The Warlock stretched out his fingers and shook in front of Karidus's eyes. The black eyes shining with the evil energy were like two deep vortices, absorbing all the light, so that the soul of the worm whisperer was shaking.

In the face of the hidden threat of the Warlock, the Whisperer swallowed, and glanced at Illidan, whispering:

"The Hand of the Fearless has indeed been stored here for a while, that is one of the most treasured things of the great demon Kil'jaeden, personally supervised by its most trusted Eredar twins, but after the twins leave... The War Blade was also sent away, and I only know this."

Seeing Illidan's murderousness getting stronger and stronger, Karidus hurriedly shouted:

"But I know that someone must know the whereabouts of that war blade!"

"Agatha! That witch-destructing witch is Gemini's most trusted cronies, and that war blade is also her personal **** to leave... her departure only gave the chance of the Jagnos rebellion...I knew that Much! I only know so much!"

"Ok."

This news made Illidan's anger slightly reduced. Agatha had already surrendered to Illidari. If the witch who destroyed the witch really knew the whereabouts of the fearless hand, then her life would be worth a little.

Seeing Illidan's problem was resolved, the Warlock put his gaze on Karidus again, and Kel'Thuzad glanced at the dazzling "new equipment" on the Necromancer Ubeka. He coughed lightly. There was a slight melancholy wipe of the warlock robe on his body. He whispered:

"Ah... my dress is a bit old..."

As soon as the words fell, the expressionless Ubeka kicked Kalidus fiercely, and the worm whispered a pair of boots with a beating magic light and a pair of slightly weird cloth linings. On the shoulder, he handed it respectfully to the Warlock, and the Talker said in a flattering voice:

"This is the treasure I found in the treasure house of Jagnos, lord, just use this as my "ticket" to join the Black Scythe Council."

"Please accept it."

"Ok..."

The warlock reached out his finger and touched it over the mantle. After a few seconds, he patted the wormtalker's shoulder with great satisfaction. He said:

"Yes, yes, you are very sensible... Ubeka, you go first, I want to talk to Carridos about some of the scars of the scars, and help me bring a few words to other people by the way, card Ridos is already a full member of the Black Scythe Council, and his private property is protected by the Warlock’s Law. I will not allow them to bully it!"

"If they have objections, let them come directly to me!"

"Observe, my lord!"

A few minutes later, the complacent Ubeka was blocked in the corner of the ridge by the gloomy three warlocks. The werewolf warlock Xin Ning looked at Ubeka. He said maliciously:

"Yo, the hat is good."

"The belt is also good."

Kanrisad snorted, and Senior Elf Warlock Simfer didn't even hide his eyes full of jealousy and anger. She reached out and tried to grab the fiery red shackles hanging around Ubeka's waist. She screamed:

"This is a gift from Carridos! You shameless thief, return it!"

"Snapped"

Simfer's hand was snapped away by Ubeka, and the Necromancer looked at the three people around her provocatively. She stretched out her fingers and pointed mercilessly into the air in front of them. She shouted loudly:

"You sent me in to die! This is what I deserve! Bastard!"

"Don't forget, you all owe me once! And now, you owe me the love, and pay off..."

Talking, the Necromancer whistled with pride. She touched the slightly evil and weird Warlock Cone Hat on top of her head, and patted the new belt with the face of three souls wailing and wailing. The non-existent dust, and then with the left hand with two rings, a werewolf Xin Ning pushed away from the road, and looked out without looking back.

"Oh, yes! I forgot to tell you."

"My contract demon Calidus has already paid the "protection fee" to the boss. If you dare to blackmail it, it wouldn't be that I talked to you, huh, wicked people have bad rewards, don't they?"

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"Oh, you said that."

Later in the day, Agatha, the destruction witch who surrendered to Illidari, saw Illidan. The Lord Demon Hunter did not hide his urgent needs, but heard his question about the "hands of the fearless". This figure The tall, slender, and extremely enchanting Witch Destroyer said carelessly:

"I did send it out. It should be in Niskala, another legion stronghold a little away from here. It is also one of the areas where fraudsters store treasures. If you are lucky enough, that thing should still be there now. ."

"Nice Carla?"

Hearing Agatha’s answer, the warlock snapped his fingers, and the dwarf warlock standing behind him immediately spread out the star chart. After a few minutes, Wilfred lowered his voice and said to the warlock:

"We have the coordinates there! But... that place, very close to Xonos, is said to be one of the new home stars of the dreadlords, and the danger is very high."

"Yes! That little man was right."

The six arms of the Witch Destroyer waved in the air, and a weird smile appeared on her veiled face:

"It is because of the proximity to Xonos that the fraudsters attach so much importance to Niskala. The extinguished world is not just a place to store supplies, there is also an outpost for fraudsters to monitor the Nasrezim demons, It’s not the same as the scarred fissure in the backcountry. I admit that your demon hunters and warlocks are powerful, but if that’s the case, you can’t break Niskala’s defensive line of defense.”

"This is something we need to consider, not yours."

Warlock Kel'Thuzad looked at the destruction witch in front of him. This high-level demon is the most advanced form of the succubus's advanced form. The destruction witch has six arms when they charge the enemy. It is almost as dangerous as a moving blade storm, and they also have the magic of concealment and charm of the succubus. The brain is very useful, the combat effectiveness is not bad, and the character is as slutty as the succubus.

Therefore, in the Burning Legion, the destruction of the witch is the perfect "adjutant" candidate in the hearts of those senior demon commanders.

"Tell us about the hand of the fearless and the message of Niskala."

Illidan asked in a whisper that the witch-destroying witch glanced at the demon hunter with some embarrassment. She took a step back a little later, and then said:

"The Hand of the Fearless is a weird weapon. I have heard that Kil'jaeden distributed thousands of war blades from the Ordachi to some high-level demons, all of which were infested by evil energy. But the hands of the fearless cannot be corroded by evil energy. Even if tens of thousands of years have passed, the heavy war blade is as sharp as it was when it was looted."

"There is a crazy soul in the weapon. Every demon who tries to control it will die. Even the fraudster has no way to deal with it. He can only store the war blade in the treasure chest, waiting for a match. The soul of it can appear, but until now, the hand of the fearless still has no second master."

Speaking of which, Agatha glanced at Illidan, and she boldly said:

"You also tried to find it, you also tried to control it, but there are many demons that are more powerful than you have failed, why do you think you can succeed? Have you ever thought that all your efforts, in fact, are likely to be just Push you into a bad end?"

"Stop your little tricks!"

Kel'Thuzad snorted coldly. He looked at the Witch Destroyer in disdain. He said:

"My "friend"'s will is as strong as steel, but your weak language can't be shaken, you just need to tell us, Niskala's defense line, and its relationship with Xonos...I advise You are kind, witch... your life is not yours yet."

After more than ten minutes, Kel'Thuzad looked at the map of Niskala's line of defense drawn by Agatha. He frowned and nodded his finger on the map. Then he turned back and said to Illidan:

"Sure enough, we can't do it."

"More people come from Delaware... this is a tough battle, let those death knights come, they are professional."

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