Azeroth’s Death Track

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If there is really a fate in the world, then I am afraid there is no better example than Shore and Black Shore.

Two people share the same name, both of them are the real Mathias Shore, one born in this world, but encountered a strange disaster, the other lives in a timeline that has collapsed, the future is bleak .

The story of the rise of the dark blade has created a never ending battle between Shore and Black Shore. Their purpose is very simple, to eliminate each other and make their existence more justified.

Seriously, the two of them are really "fighting for themselves".

"You are not his opponent, Shore!"

The mysterious old Garni's voice echoed in Shore's heart:

"He has a problem with his body... that is not like the strength and agility that normal humans should have. His endurance is very bad for you! Run away, you have a shadow affinity, he cannot be in I caught you in the shadow."

Faced with this suggestion, Shore was silent. In front of him, Black Shore’s violent offensive was more crazier than before. Originally, only the ghost body of Black Shore had a "God-given" body. Has exceeded the limit of mortals.

"You feel it too, right? Shoal! This body... This is not an evil body made with some strange black magic, life juice, light and fire, this body is born than Any mythology you know must be more "sacred"! It gives me another future, a future you can never reach!"

The sound of Blackshore's haze echoed in the fierce wind of the battle:

"My body is pure and strong, and you can't win! Give up, give up...I will give you a happy heart! My...brother!"

"puff"

Shore passed the dagger stabbing sideways, but failed to escape the shadow blade rolled up by Black Shore. A blood sprang out of his arm. Between the sharp stings, Shore suddenly jumped out of the battle circle. , Breathlessly looking at the Black Shore who was holding the winning ticket in front of him, the latter did not immediately rush to the end, and he was fully experiencing the fun of the predator.

Shore looked at his fatal enemy. He looked at the wound on his arm again. He knew that...in order to win, he might have made some "sacrifice."

"Old Garni!"

He called the "old friend" that he accidentally met in the past few years.

"Huh? Are you going to escape? Great, Old Garni will guide you..."

Old Garni's weird voice sounded, he thought Shore was about to run away, but this was not the purpose of Shore.

"No, I mean... did your promise count?"

"what?"

The Loa deity Garni seemed puzzled, and at the next moment, Shoal gritted his teeth and said his request.

"Become your priest and share your power, just like those trolls who believe in other Loah."

"Oh, Shore, my dear believer, you finally figured it out, that's great... then come and share me, Garni, the power of the **** of thieves and scavengers..."

Shaw shook his head hard. In Black Shore’s gaze, he stretched his body, allowing the power belonging to Loa, like the rolling mist, to wrap around his body layer by layer, let Xiao He looked like a kind of "two-stage evolution" guy. While the black godmark appeared on his arm, Shore whispered:

"Please, old Garni, stop saying your name, it's... shameful."

At the next moment, Shore looked at the surprised Black Shore in front of him, and the strange runes began to flow in his palm. He beckoned to Black Shore:

"Come! Black Shore, show you..."Good stuff!"

"Om"

Shadows are moving, the beasts roar. At this moment, they belong to the gods of thieves and scavengers, and the power of Loa erupts on the ridge of Redridge Mountains. At the moment when Black Shore turned back, a dozen of them were covered with dark armor The sharp claws were covered with scary bone fingers, and the swift poaching dragons with troll-style masks rushed out of the shadows. Their eyes exuded wild madness, as well as the power not belong to the living creatures.

Between an unpleasant roar, these heirs of old Ghani trapped Black Shore in the dark labyrinth of Loa, and Loa’s power flooded the ground under the feet of the two, bringing the outside world and this All connections in the place are cut off.

"boom"

The sword and the dagger collided again, Mars was splashing, and the darkness was rolling. Surrounded by hordes of armed poaching dragons, the revitalized Shore looked up, and his face was covered with the strangeness of Loa Totem, it looks very unique, and...dangerous.

There was light shining in Shore's eyes. He and Black Shore passed by, and he whispered in a hoarse voice:

"Now, our fight is fair... You are right, Black Shore, after tonight, Azeroth can only have one Shore..."

"that's me!"

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On the other side of the Red Ridge Mountains, outside the port of the Draenei, which had been abandoned for several years, faced with the agents of the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency rushing from all sides, Qorazi Ravenhold guarded The master craftsman kept retreating in the direction of the strait. In his arms, the teleportation stone made by all the great mages of the empire was slightly warming, representing that they were about to leave the imprisoned space.

"Go! Go! Don't fight!"

Qiao Lazi waved his sword in his hands, blocking the moon blade of the blood maid who jumped from behind. This master assassin mastered all kinds of weapons and combat skills. He may not be the best at stealth and investigation in the assassin master, but he is absolutely It's the type of assassin most capable of playing.

In the siege of the three armed maids, the assassin guru was not in a sloppy footstep, protecting Mekatok with a single body and constantly retreating.

But Qorazzi’s ability to cope with the high-level agents of the Darkblade Intelligence Bureau does not mean that others can cope with it, although in the diversion of Hemet and Shore, a lot of power has been drawn for this rescue team. But the Valkyries led by Shadow personally are still not so easy to pass.

These human assassins with humans and high elves with Saline blood are very spicy, and their stealth skills are extremely amazing. They have received very professional combat training, and their terrible manipulation of blood means any blood that bleeds in front of them. The enemy will be wiped out quickly.

"Use this! Use this!"

The master craftsman is a smart warrior. He has the rare courage and consistent agility of the gnome, but before there is a set of armor developed by himself, the master craftsman is not suitable for the battlefield. He knows this himself, so he has not been rash. Rushing out chaos for Qurazzi, but he also has his own way to help Qorazzi.

Mekkatorque threw a special bracelet to Qorazzi, who was struggling to buckle the bracelet on his wrist between the siege. In the sharp laughter of the big craftsman, the strong blue current visible from the naked eye The bracelet rushed out and wrapped around the assassin's sword, so that any agent who touched the sword would be temporarily paralyzed.

Although the time for paralysis is only a few seconds, for a character like Qiao Lazi, a few seconds is enough for him to divide a cow into corpses.

"Oh, uh"

The sword that circulated a strong current brought a gorgeous halo in the darkness in the swing. The agents who besieged Qoraki were cut down to the ground. Qoraki and several assassins around him seized the opportunity and walked in shadow. Out of the battlefield.

No one looked back to help the warriors trapped in the dark. Everyone knew that the imperial warriors willing to give everything in this rescue had not been saved.

"Boom, boom"

Two loud noises rang on the battlefield behind, it was the warriors who detonated the explosives they carried, and used their bodies and lives to buy time for the rescuers.

This sacrifice is great and cruel. Behind Qoraki, the master craftsman covered his ears. He didn’t want to hear the horrible sound, but it was not because of fear. In this cold night, his eyes were already Wet, as a pacifist, Mekkatorque didn’t want these warriors to die to save him if he could... But he also knew that the empire had spent such a terrible price and it meant to rescue him back ...

Like Lothar, Mekkatorque did not believe that Dark Blade had a great goal as a prerequisite, and he could ruthlessly kill other civilizations. He didn’t want to see the entire world caught in the flames of war. He had to fight for peace. Give your own strength.

People like master craftsmen are well aware of the truth: if you have enough power, but do nothing, do not stop something, then everything that happens afterwards is your responsibility! That kind of responsibility, that kind of fear, you can never escape.

"Go! Don't fight!"

At the moment, the assassin guru Qiao Lazi, who has never liked the bureaucracy of the empire, also became hoarse at this moment. He clenched the sword in his hand, and the posture between the hacking and killing became more crazy. The top assassins were fighting against The extreme perception of this is reflected in the night, and between the charges, Qorazzi almost killed one person in one step, carrying a big craftsman in abrupt manner, and killed a **** road from the siege of Agent Darkblade.

However, just before the narrow road to the strait, a slender figure was standing in front of them. The shadow with a white mask held a blood-red rose thorn sword in one hand, and a long thorn whip hung down on the ground in one hand, and the wind blew up. Her blood-red trench coat and the hair curled up behind her head were put down at this moment.

Between the flying of the blood-red long hair, the shadow ran across the blood-sword in her hand, her voice echoed in the night, like the coldest hard ice.

"It's so far... put down the weapon, grab the hand and catch, or I hack you to death and take the body back!"

"Stop talking! Little girl."

Qorazi put down the master craftsman behind him and gave a glance at the other masters of the assassin. He moved his neck and turned between his fingers. The silver sword twirled around his wrist for a week. He looked at the shadow in front of him. Like looking at a challenger, he said softly:

"I'm in a bad mood tonight, and you look like a beating guy... don't let me down."

The moment the words fell, Qoraki and the shadows disappeared at the same time. Between the **** halo and the assassin's shadow power collision, a layer of strong wind roared in all directions, cutting the surrounding bricks and stones into pieces. .

And between the two guys who couldn’t see clearly, the other assassin masters guarded the master craftsman, bypassed the battlefield, and rushed to the bay deep into the sea. This action failed to hide the shadow and what she brought Those agents, between the whistling shadows, this last fugitive was also surrounded by enemies rushing out of the darkness.

"Leave me alone, you go."

Seeing this, the master craftsman gritted his teeth and took a step forward. His short body breathed quickly, shouting to the assassins behind him:

"Go away, there is no more..."

"Wow"

At the moment of despair of the master craftsman, a roaring black shadow screamed out of the darkness, smashing the dark blade agent in front of the master craftsman to the ground, the blood maid crawling up with her teeth clenched, looking forward , But found that it was only a black shield that smashed her...

"boom"

The next second, a tall figure jumped from below the strait to the Shanghai Reef. He silently lifted the heavy black war sword. Between the bricks and rocks flying, he fit like an attacking siege car and hit the block. Among the agents left by the master craftsman, the substantive force of anger is wrapped around his body, and the heavy pressure between every action is like an aura, covering those agents.

"boom"

This suddenly killed guy fit and knocked down a human female assassin. He pulled out the tower shield inserted on the ground with his backhand, and held the shield in front of him, blocking the bullets that were sprayed in front of him, under the black savage spiked mask , Is a pair of **** eyes, and on the right eye, there is a scar of scars.

"Roar!"

He let out an energetic battle roar, holding the shield in his left, and between his legs, the whole person slammed out again. This brutal impact was full of force, and two agents who could not dodge were slammed into the strait. Next, in the shadow behind him, the agents jumped out of the darkness and wanted to make a lore, but the dark figure just turned around and raised his left foot high, then smashed it hard.

"boom"

The slender strait seemed to shake for a moment under this war trample. The cracking bricks interrupted the assassin’s attack in the shadow, and then the tower shield came from the roar. This defensive soldier was on the battlefield. The most unpretentious shield strike showed horrible lethality in this darkness. The slender high elf agent was thrown into the sky like a bombshell, and the rest were killed by the silent warrior. One sword, one fierce owl.

In just one minute, the agents who besieged the big craftsmen were completely wiped out by the sudden barbaric warrior. He looked back at the big craftsmen protected by the assassins, and the meaning expressed in those eyes was clear.

"No need to be scared! Because...I'm coming!"

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