Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1252 2. The second principle of survival in Draenor: Peaceful coexistence with the female devil - additional updates with monthly tickets [1725]

"I'm going to tell you in advance, I'm going to summon the local demon."

On the desolate land where a massacre had just occurred, Blake used the blood of the evil orcs to draw a very standard demon summoning ritual on the ground with his bare hands.

He then took out the Skull of Gul'dan and held it in his hand, pretending that he was a very powerful demon summoner.

Actually, he is.

But now the stinky pirate looked at the group of blind hunters around him who were sharpening their knives. He felt a little sour in his teeth, and shouted to the leading victim:

"Can you please restrain your undisguised desire to kill, and don't behave like an anti-social lunatic? If you gather in a bunch like this, no matter how bold the devil is, you will not dare to respond to my call.

What I mean is, it’s not that you can’t kill. You can wait until I finish asking, okay? "

"Of course, we are not unreasonable people."

The victim put the dark red slender moon blade in his hand back behind his back and waved to the other demon hunters. A group of murderous guys put away their weapons and tried to look kind.

The reaction pleased Blake.

He turned back to prepare for the summoning ceremony, but he heard Alturis say in a conspiratorial manner:

"Summon a more powerful demon, I mean, one that can chop for a little longer."

"I'm really impressed by you. What about you ordering food here? Are you going to show me a kill-to-order show later?"

The stinky pirate scolded:

"Stay away, hell, my ritual has been activated. There are so many soul stones here and no demon has taken the bait. Your presence must have interfered with my ritual.

Exit, at least three hundred yards. "

At this moment, Blake was as resentful as a fisherman with an empty car.

The demon hunters had no choice but to retreat.

But strangely enough, as soon as these blind hunters retreated, the pirate's summoning ritual immediately responded, and many scorching consciousnesses wrapped in evil energy responded to him.

The pirate snorted, feeling that he had regained his majesty as a warlock, and rubbed the Skull of Gul'dan to pick through these responses in his consciousness.

It's not that he has any unique pursuit of the wild demon he summoned.

The main reason is that these summoned guys are in the world of Draenor, and the pirates summoned them to ask about the current situation of this dying world.

So it must be handled carefully.

If you summon a taciturn fat blue man, or a demon guard whose mind is filled with killing and killing, or a demon hound that can't even speak, wouldn't it be a huge loss?

Finding a prisoner who is willing to cooperate and can answer questions is the first requirement for intelligence interrogation work.

Soon, Blake, the master warlock, selected a "perfect" summon.

He fully activated the summoning ritual, and lured by the aroma of a pile of fresh soul stones placed at his feet, a door of evil energy quickly opened in front of Blake's eyes.

A tall demon witch with six hands, each holding a different weapon, and with obvious female characteristics strode out of the evil door with evil yet elegant steps.

This kind of demon witch is the advanced form of the succubus. They wear a black veil on their charming faces. While maintaining the coquettish posture of the succubus, they also greatly strengthen their melee power.

Just looking at the different weapons on those six hands, you can tell that this guy is a master of close combat.

As advanced demons, they can also use evil magic. Apart from their lack of vitality, such female demons are almost the favorite summons of all high-level warlocks.

It's the same reason why middle and low-level warlocks prefer succubus.

Not only can they charm enemies, but they can also chat with their owners in bed when they are lonely. The most important thing is that in addition to killing people, they are also very "useful" in daily situations.

Hey, isn't it just for this benefit that everyone is risking death and working hard to learn the magic of demon summoning?

Of course, female sorcerers also have a strong preference for succubi.

Because there are also men among succubus, they call themselves "night devils". Like their female compatriots, night devils also know how to please their masters in various situations.

However, it is not easy to tame demon witches, because they are very smart, almost have the highest IQ among all demons, and they also know how to identify traps.

He will even choose his own suitable master.

This makes it very difficult for ordinary warlocks to even summon them, let alone trick them into signing a contract.

"So many twisted souls, this is the most fruitful day since I entered Draenor. Ah, lovely blond warlock, you look like a generous master, and your appearance is also very... Ah! Then! What is it!

Damn it, it's a trap! "

The coquettish demon who appeared in the summoning ceremony was immediately attracted by the mountain of soul stones in front of her. She also tried to tease Blake, who had good looks and a dark aura.

But before she could start chatting about the offensive, she raised her head and saw a group of demon hunters with weapons already drawn out three hundred yards away. The unlucky guy was stared at 360 degrees by a group of blind and tough men. The devil turned pale with fear.

For a moment, her legs in the devil's boots became weak. She let out a scream and rolled around trying to escape back into the evil gate.

But a blood-stained oak battle ax flew over with a roar, and struck the ground at the feet of the demon witch with a bang. The anger attached to it had not dissipated, and the fatal chill made the demon witch immediately stop all her movements. .

In front of her, the orc Varok was sitting on the corpse of a hacked evil orc warlord and smoking a pipe. The gray-haired orc looked at her with a cold gaze.

That look was much scarier than her current situation of being surrounded by a group of demon hunters.

"So, I want to ask you a few questions, little cutie. It seems that you have fully understood your current situation. Very good. I don't need to waste any more words."

Black, who was holding the Skull of Gul'dan, slowly spoke in devilish language:

"You answer whatever I ask. If you don't cooperate with me, I will ask my blind friends to ask. They will definitely help me carefully. If your attitude and the information you provide satisfy me, then I will try my best to fight for you. A quicker way to die.

And these soul stones."

The pirate pointed at the nearly a hundred soul stones piled at his feet. He picked up his pipe, held it in his mouth, and said softly:

"I can consider letting you have a full meal before you go on the road. This way you will get through the period of weakness faster after being reborn in the Twisting Nether, and maybe you can find a chance to advance again."

The paralyzed demon witch nodded quickly.

Without Blake's instructions, she took the initiative and put herself in a kneeling posture.

Looking at this skillful movement, Blake knew that this demon must have followed a warlock who was very good at training him before, otherwise he would not be so smart.

"Tell me about the Legion's defense situation in Draenor and their attack plan."

The pirate blew out a smoke ring and kicked a few soul stones under his feet. The demon grabbed them and crushed them in his hands. He swallowed the souls of the wailing evil orcs into his mouth and nose with a deep breath.

She knew she would never survive today.

Then he told everything he knew in a self-defeating tone:

"The Legion's attack on Draenor went smoothly, but it was not as simple as destroying other worlds. From what I saw, the primary problem was the lack of troops.

Because the center of the star sea, the demon star Marton, was destroyed by a damn demon hunter, causing the Legion to lose the ability to quickly dispatch troops to the surrounding star areas.

We can only use fel battleships to transport the vanguard, and then use portal tactics to summon subsequent legions.

But the natives of Draenor fought back hard.

Our portal positions in Shadowmoon Valley and Goldron have been repeatedly destroyed several times. Frostfire Ridge was completely occupied, but that place was worthless.

I hear that the Deceiver is preparing for a massive invasion and has mobilized the elite legions of Argus to tear the world apart with total destruction. "

"A large part of Hellfire Peninsula has also fallen into your hands."

The sufferer Alturis came over and asked sternly:

"You obviously have the ability to open the Dark Portal, why are you wasting your time in the world of Draenor instead of directly launching an attack on Azeroth?"

"I'm talking to the master! Why are you, a blind man, interrupting? You have no manners at all."

The demon witch snorted disdainfully, and made a flattering look towards the pirate, trying to gain sympathy with this tame gesture.

not bad.

This started trying to sow discord on Blake's side.

"I am not your master."

The pirate shrugged, looked up and down at the demon witch in front of him, and said:

"You're not that good at wanting to be my demon servant. I'm not one of those useless warlocks who want anything. Answer my blind friend's question. Be honest. Then he might be very happy when he hacks you to death. gentle.

Why make yourself suffer?

Right? "

"Oh, what a heartless man."

The female devil complained, and when she saw that the temptation was hopeless, she simply gave up. She sat cross-legged on the ground and reached out to pull the soul stones piled in front of her.

While she was absorbing those living ugly souls like a starving ghost, she said to Alturis:

"I'm just a frontline commander.

A demon of my level has no way of contacting someone as big as the Deceiver. I gather all my information from my demon lovers.

I heard this from a stupid Dreadlord. It was said that the Deceiver had its own "private goals" in Draenor, related to some of the Deceiver's past before his fall.

In short, before it achieves its goal, it will not attack the world of Azeroth rashly. After all, it is not a loser like Archimonde. It always does things with a plan.

In order to achieve its goal, Kil'jaeden even sent his confidant, Doom Overlord Kazzak, to personally supervise the battle in Draenor, and also mobilized many nathrezim to operate in this world. "

Having said this, the female demon shook her body.

She felt that her desire to talk today was unexpectedly high, perhaps because she had eaten too many delicious souls, and the turmoil in her heart made her say things that a devil should not say at all.

She complained softly:

"Not just me, but my more than thirty lovers also feel it. The Deceiver doesn't seem to care at all about how much time the Legion has to waste in the world of Draenor.

It seemed stunned.

It was as if a certain goal had attracted all his attention and energy, even leaving Lord Sargeras's great conquests behind. What a shameful disloyalty.

Of course, it claims to the outside world that it wants to build the world of Draenor into the second demon star Marton, accumulate enough troops, and then defeat the damn Azeroth at once, avenging the Legion's shame.

But everyone knows the real situation. This battle was too frustrating! In what other world had the Legion suffered the infamy of such slow progress, except Azeroth? "

The victim was a little stunned when he heard the complaints from the female demon in front of him. What happened to the demon in front of him?

How dare you say such deadly things?

If this spread to other demons, she would be dead.

The Burning Legion is absolutely totalitarian. Talking about and slandering the fraudster's private affairs in private is a felony that can be sent to the Soul Forge.

The demon hunter immediately turned to look at Blake.

Although he couldn't see the purple light lingering in the pirate's eyes, he was certain that the devil's "unrestrained words" must have something to do with Black.

"Tell us the specific arrangements of the Burning Legion in Draenor."

The victim asked coldly.

The demon witch chewing the soul in front of her said without thinking:

"The King of the Abyss, Agonaar, and the Dread Lord Varimathras sit in Goldron, responsible for clearing out the nasty rebels who appear there.

The doomed overlord Kazzak and the berserker Magtheridon commanded the armies of Shadowmoon Valley to defeat the united orcs and their shameful leader Ner'zhul.

As for the most troublesome Draenei who are stuck in Shattrath City and Auchenai Fortress in Talador, the Dread Lords are entirely responsible.

No one knows how many fear lords came, but my succubus lover secretly told me that when she was serving a fel lord there, she accidentally saw at least seven fear lords meeting.

As for Frostfire Ridge, well, that miserable cold place is the territory of the assigned ones, where the servants of the loser Archimonde were placed.

The Deceiver has no intention of letting them get involved in Draenor's affairs. He just wants them to constantly summon demons and do some chores.

That's all I know.

Even if you beat me to death, I don’t know any more.

Oh, by the way, there are also some legion leaders stationed in the Hellfire Fortress in front of us, which is magically connected to the Karabo Temple.

This is a vicious trap! "

The demon witch grabbed a handful of soul stones and stuffed them into her mouth one after another like chewing candy. She chewed them loudly and said vaguely:

"Every opportunity left here for penetration is a carefully arranged illusion!

It is a bait to lure the rebels to attack. Once you step into it, the trap will be activated immediately, and the berserker Magtheridon will lead an army to teleport over and crush all the unlucky ones.

In the past two months, nearly a thousand miserable orcs and draenei have been buried here.

I'm done.

Come on, kill me.

Long live the Legion! "

She raised her neck, showing a generous gesture. The victim pulled out the moon blade and "looked" at Black. The pirate shrugged and said:

"She has more than thirty lovers, which is also rare among succubi. This is enough to prove that she is extremely talented. If she works harder, she might be able to set up an 'intelligence network behind enemy lines' by herself." I wonder how much useful news her activity can bring to you."

"Can we trust her?"

the sufferer asked.

The pirate rubbed his purple eyes and said:

"As long as I don't die, she will be our most loyal beagle."

"Are you right, Shahras?"