Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Just a little bit!"

On the orc ship, Red Blackhand, who was slashing the half-giant undead with a flaming sword, heard a violent gunshot from the stern of the ship and suddenly turned his head to look into the mist.

A ball of fire flashed through, tearing through the gloomy fog, like opening a curtain, allowing Black Hand to see the sinister-looking keel battleship hundreds of meters away.

It's not huge.

It was only ten meters longer than my own ship, and the whole thing gave it a weird, flat feel.

It is not the traditional shape of human warships.

The momentum is even more exaggerated and darker, especially the hull deck wrapped with dragon bones. Under the dim sky, the dragon head skeleton with its big mouth fixed on the bow of the ship protruding from the fog is full of full oppressive force.

Like a gloomy bone dragon crawling from the dark abyss.

Large tracts of gloomy and icy mist, with the keel battleship as the source, constantly surged onto the surrounding rough sea, like a gloomy bone dragon spraying poisonous smoke into the sea.

It moved towards the center of the battlefield with a dark shadow, and the sound of the keel-like ship's sides parting from the sea was like the cry of a giant beast before it plundered.

It swallows hope, it spits out despair.

The cannonball fired by Blake scraped against the bow bones of the keel battleship and blasted into the deck of the Nagfar, which looked like a beast of the deep sea. It was like a giant's fist, causing the soul-inducing ship to shake violently.

A large hole was blasted out of the rotting deck, but it failed to cause more serious damage and failed to stop its progress on the sea.

Guarded by the Vrykul dragon-headed boats that kept rushing out of the mist, this keel battleship was like a beast king commanding a herd of predators.

Carrying the full majesty of death.

This also quickly dimmed the hope in Reid's eyes.

It's over.

There is no hope.

The chief of the Black-Toothed Smiling Clan turned back and glanced at the deck in front of him.

The second wave of attacks by the half-giant undead pirates had just begun, and more than half of the orc warriors under his command had been damaged.

No matter how brave the orcs are, they can't stop those three-meter-tall, horned helmet-wearing, half-giant undead souls with crazy brute strength. They rush onto the deck in groups and rampage like mammoths.

Like an incomparably sharp knife, it easily cuts through the battle lines of the Black-Toothed Orcs. Amidst the frenzied war cries of the Vrykul Undead, orcs were everywhere being knocked down and hacked.

Everywhere you could see was blood and flesh flying everywhere, covering the deck. Before the terrifying-looking Nagfar could even get close to start a gang fight, the orcs of the Black-Toothed Smiling Clan were already littered with corpses.

despair!

At this moment in the hell of war, Red Blackhand, who thought he was an orthodox orc who would never be timid, truly realized what despair meant.

"puff"

A young orc warrior wielded a flaming sword, trying to kill the vrykul undead in front of him, but was smashed by the latter with a war hammer, like trampling to death an ant.

With just one swing of the hammer, the orc warrior flew off the deck like a broken flour bag, and then smashed into the chief in front of the chief while vomiting blood and twisting his body.

He was dead before he hit the ground.

The blood-stained face looked right into Reid's eyes, and there seemed to still be unwillingness and burning anger in his eyes that had lost their luster of life.

"ah!"

This exciting scene made Red's eyes bloodshot. He picked up the sword and jumped hard.

Holding the weapon tightly with both hands in the air, with the power of a headshot, and under the control of two orcs, he chopped off half of the head of the undead half-giant raging in front of him.

The bastard's body turned into mist and collapsed, and as soon as Red landed, another half-giant took the opportunity to rush up and hit Red with his huge body without using a weapon.

The Blackhand Chief was knocked out completely and rolled several times on the bloody deck before he could stand still.

Two or three more half-giants covered in misty seaweed sneered and came over to the lonely Red. They recognized this powerful orc as their leader.

They want to chop off this guy's head and take it back to their predator captain!

"Rush over!"

The moment Red gritted his teeth and stood up, a shout came from under the cabin, followed by the sound of a tomahawk flying up. The roaring tomahawk knocked the half-giant back a few steps.

Red Blackhand, who was ready for a fight to the death, was stunned for a moment.

When he turned around, he saw his younger brother, Maimu Blackhand, who was weak and still recovering from his injuries. He also carried two weird-looking one-handed swords and rushed out of the cabin with the orc warriors who were guarding him.

"Maim! Go back!"

He yelled for Maim to go back to the cabin.

With his brother's current weak state, he might be easily killed by one of those half-giants.

"You need help, brother."

Maim did not retreat, however. The young orc, with burn marks on his face and body, strode up to Red. He said to his brother:

"You always try to protect me like this, but don't forget that I am also the son of Black Hand. I will not abandon my people and live in vain. If our clan is destined to perish today

I will fight with you to the end! "

Maimu's voice was unconcealed. This smart orc had obviously seen the low and desperate atmosphere of the orc warriors on the deck, and came to strengthen his brother's support.

His shouts spread across the deck, making some orcs feel ashamed as they retreated in fear from the brutal war cries of the vrykul undead.

They are a group of destroyers who have long lost the glory of the orcs, but as violent warriors who have drunk the blood of demons, it is absolutely unforgivable to escape in such a deadly battle.

"Okay! Then fight to the end!"

Red glanced at the half-giant undead charging towards him in the mist around him. He stretched out his hand and patted his brother on the shoulder. The next moment, he raised the burning sword in his hand.

Using all his strength, he held his sword and charged at the half-giant undead that jumped onto the deck.

He yelled:

"Warriors of the Black-Toothed Smiling Clan! This will be our last battle! I, Red Blackhand, the eldest son of Chief Blackhand! The heir to the orthodox tribe!

He is also your chief!

I am here today to fight with you! If you don't win, you will die! Lok'tar ogar! ! ! "

Such blood-brave howls and leading charge almost immediately plunged the violent orc warriors into a state of bloody rage.

This group of truly reckless men howled regardless, preparing to charge with the chief.

But just then.

"First mate!"

Blake's voice sounded from the stern of the ship.

Red, who was about to charge with his sword, looked back and saw Blake, covered in debris and smoke, walking out of the shadows as the ship swayed, holding the legendary black blade.

He disappeared from the spot using Shadow Step, and when he reappeared, he wielded the legendary sword Sankesu with the master-level Kul Tiran military swordsmanship in his hand, and struck a large-scale violent cleave around his body.

Relying on the extraordinary demon-breaking properties of the legendary war blade, cutting those misty undead is as easy as cutting through butter.

Seeing Black's attack, Garona and the orcs of the Ravager clan rushed over from all directions, followed Black, and began to clear the half-giant undead on the deck at an extremely fast speed.

On the stern of the ship behind him, the orc warlock Tiga Evil Eye held the Skull of Gul'dan that Blake gave him, summoning huge amounts of evil magic from it, and his whole person seemed to be demonized for an instant.

The scorching evil fire wrapped around him, and then he started an enhanced version of the demonic ritual, infusing nearly endless evil energy to summon a dozen strong and winged fear demons.

Forcibly order them to fly behind the battleship, and use the demon's brute force as a "booster."

Amid the roars of the demons, they flapped their wings and pushed the stern and hull of the battleship, causing it to rush forward amid violent jolts.

Blake chopped down two misty undead with the legendary sword and shouted loudly:

"I'll clear the deck! You! Retract the sails immediately! Prepare to break out!"

"?"

Reid was shocked after receiving this order. He looked around the battlefield. At this moment, his ship was surrounded by the dragon-headed boats of the half-giant pirates, and the mist of Hades was surrounding it.

The sea surface is undulating again. Breaking through in this situation is impossible?

Is the human being so stressed that his brain is damaged?

"boom"

Just as Reid was surprised, a loud noise sounded from the sea of ​​mist behind him.

The orc chief looked back and saw two meteorites wrapped in liquid green energy being summoned and falling from the sky above the deck of the keel battleship heading towards them.

Amidst the angry roars of the half-giant undead warriors, a large high-level demon with a height of more than six meters and covered in dark green thick flames stood up from the hole made by the previous shell on the deck with an angry roar. .

This guy had humanoid limbs, dark red skin, and wore simple evil magic armor. His lower body was like a short battle skirt, and his legs were recurved hooves very similar to those of a demon.

There is also a red snake-like tail.

His hands have transformed into devil's claw-like postures, and his eyes are burning with terrifying evil fire, like two green lamps.

It is furious.

The moment he was reverse-summoned to the Nagfar, he used evil magic with his backhand to pull down two balls of hellfire from the sky. When he stood up, he flicked his fingers to send out a violent rain of shadow arrows.

This is an eredar demon.

The high-level combat force in the Burning Legion, judging from his exaggerated performance and power, is obviously a high-level demon.

Maybe even a low-level demon lord.

"Humble traitor! How dare you summon me!"

The moment it appeared, with its roaring roar, it showed its violent power in the material world without hesitation.

The wave of shadow arrows hit the keel battleship filled with the aura of death, annihilating seven or eight half-giant undead souls that could not dodge on the spot, and burning evil energy entangled the deck of the keel battleship.

It only took a few seconds to create a sea of ​​evil energy fire like a magma pool.

Three or four small portals were condensed in the flying evil energy, and a steady stream of evil imps and demon hounds rushed out of them, howling and destroying everywhere.

Once the two liquid hellfires pulled from the sky to the sea surface were smashed down, the impact and destructive power of the hellfires would be enough to cause more serious damage to the hull of the Nagfar in a short period of time.

"Whizzing"

Amidst the harsh cutting sounds, the gloomy soul-drawing man Habulon swung the soul-stealing war scythe in his hand and slashed towards the sky. Two purple-red light blades flew out, staggering and cutting the liquid hellfire that fell above his head into four halves.

The marauders on the ghost battleship roared fearlessly towards the pirate swords, wrapped in the cold wind, and pounced on the ignorant demon who dared to destroy their beloved battleship.

"Hahaha! Stupid Sharazane!"

Seeing his "old master", the high-level eredar demon Sarazan, appearing in the material world, he was besieged by a legend with the power of death and a group of half-giant undead who would never die.

Hiding in the gloomy fog of the Nagfar, the disgraced demon kid Daglop, who had directly caused all of this, suddenly stretched out his voice and shouted proudly:

"I'm not afraid of you anymore! Ignorant idiot! Now I have the protection of Queen Hela, who is bathing in supreme glory! You idiot who broke the contract! You don't want to go anywhere!

Azeroth, the Abyss of Hell, is your final destination of death!

Hahaha!

The most evil Daglop! Extremely evil me! Revenge at last! Ha ha ha ha! "