Shadow Trails in Azeroth

There are many orcs who dare to attack demons, but there are very few orcs who dare to charge in front of demons that are ten times their number.

It is precisely for this reason that the appearance of the Mok'Natha orcs at this time is so shocking.

They were blocked at the other end of the demon-casting camp, and without any communication, they cooperated with the demon hunters and crazy pirates who rushed into the camp and massacred them.

And this would only take less than twenty minutes from the time when the demon hunters started their assault. In other words, the time from when the orcs who were hiding in the demon-occupied land and persisting in fighting discovered the situation to when they all gathered and mobilized. It only took twenty minutes.

This also includes the speed of the journey.

From this point alone, we can see how elite and sophisticated the clan from Rexxar is in terms of combat experience and combat system. However, the Mok'Nassar are fierce enough, but their numbers are indeed a bit underwhelming.

Counting the beasts they summoned, they could barely block the canyon the demons would pass through when they fled. Behind the phoenix in the sky, Blake glanced down and could tell that there were at most seventy strong men and women in this group.

"Something's wrong."

He turned to Lexa and said:

“Didn’t you say that there are nearly five hundred warriors in your clan?

It's unlikely that this all-out strategy involves just this few warriors, unless your people are so arrogant that they think they can defeat the demons here with just a small team.

When we landed, Mok'Natha's sentries were not sure that we would win, so they came here not to pick up the slack, but to assist us.

In this case, it should be overwhelming. "

"It should be seriously damaged."

Lexa's expression was dark and he said in a low tone:

"Based on what I know about the Mok'Nassar people, when the demons landed, they must have fought many tough battles with the demons, and now these people are all injured.

These should be the last hunters of Mok'Nathal.

But fortunately, the vitality of my tribe is as strong as that of the ogres. As long as they are not killed on the spot, there is still hope of recovery."

"It should be more than just damaged."

Blake shook his head, narrowed his eyes and said:

"The Moknasa people are very good at guerrilla warfare, and they are on their own land. If your father was half as wise and powerful as you say, under his command, the tribe should not have suffered such serious damage.

Moknasa are natural hunters. They know very well that when the enemy is strong, they cannot go head-on. Hunting is the best choice, but now the damage is so great.

I doubt.

There may be a traitor in your tribe! "

"Um?"

Hearing the pirate's guess, Rexxa suddenly felt a murderous intent.

Although he was also denounced as a "traitor" by his tribe, Rexxar did not think that he was the same type of person as the bastards who really betrayed his tribe.

If it was really an act of betrayal that caused Mok'Natha to be so seriously injured, then no matter who that guy was or what the price was, he would definitely chop that bastard to death with his own hands.

"Your tribe can't hold on any longer, be ready to go down and help."

Blake pushed Lexa and pointed downward.

Although the Mok'Nassar were fierce and the herd they commanded was unstoppable, their numbers were too small after all, and it was not easy to stop a group of fleeing demons.

The mantid and insect swarms behind were already killing them like crazy, and the entire demon-casting camp was filled with the breath of death.

They are like a dark green chaotic current. In order to escape from this place that suppresses the soul, they will destroy everything in their way. In this case, the demons can be regarded as "unstoppable" in another sense.

The strong demon guards waved their halberds wildly, slashing not only the enemies but also their own people standing in front of them. The Terror Demons and Mephits in the sky poured magic onto the ground indiscriminately.

What's even more terrible is that under Xal'atath's spiritual offensive, an Anihellan abyss lord sitting in the cast demon camp was also defeated and his wild and crazy mind was defeated.

This terrifying creature, like a mammoth magnified several times, roared and waved its double-headed halberd, and also summoned hell fire rain to cover everything in front of it, just to find a way for itself to escape from the "evil hell".

Logically speaking, such a high-level demon shouldn't be so cowardly.

But it is precisely because the Lord of the Abyss has seen higher-level powers that this stupid guy is more aware of the horrific experience after his mind is broken by that weird power.

It may be completely swallowed by the void, which means that it is no longer blessed by fel energy, and also means that it cannot go to the Twisting Nether to be resurrected after death.

If it dies in this void hell, then it is truly dead, a sad death that will never be resurrected.

Under such pressure, even the devil is no longer fearless. The true judgment of death is so threatening that all things must bow before it.

"Get away!"

The chaotic and violent abyss lord crashed into Mok'Natha's beast army with burning evil fire, tearing open a rift almost instantly.

Several Mok'Nathal hunters were distressed and wanted to recall the slaughtered beasts, but their actions exposed their existence. Under the command of the Abyss Lord, a large group of Wrath Guards rushed in that direction.

"Don't go, I'll do it."

Rexxar stopped Black who was about to try. He had red eyes and said with his double rune axe:

"The Moknasa people are very strong in territorial rituals, especially when they are hunting, and these are just the vanguard of the large hunting group, and the real overlords have not yet appeared.

Don't worry, just watch it here to avoid misunderstandings. "

After saying that, Rexxa jumped down from behind the phoenix hovering in the sky. He was clasped by his collar in the air and carried by his falcon Spire for a while, and then rolled out when he was close to the ground.

The battle ax with both hands was thrown out, making a harsh spin in the air. The runes of the battle ax were activated, spinning and accelerating like two war wheels passing over the demon's head. He killed three angry guards in a row before returning to the ground. In Ksar's hands.

At this moment, he had already carried the most seriously injured hunter on his back, and shouted a few words to the people around him in the clan dialect, asking others to move closer to him and prepare to break out.

"Huh? Lexa?"

The rescued hunter thought he was dead. His chest was stabbed with a bloody hole by the demon guard's halberd. If it weren't for the fact that the Mok'Nassar people had half ogre blood, which made them rough-skinned and thick-bodied, this kind of injury would have been very serious. In general, the orcs would have died long ago.

When he was carried on his back, he discovered that the person who saved him was actually the traitor who ran away from the clan. He was immediately furious in his heart. He struggled and shouted:

"You bastard, you still have the nerve to come back! Look at what you have done to the clan!"

Faced with his somewhat angry roar, Rexxa wordlessly raised her fist and hit him on the head, knocking the guy unconscious to prevent him from struggling again and causing the wound to rupture.

At Rexxa's call, the war bear Misha wearing black iron armor and Hofer rushed over, howling and tearing apart the front line. The hunter Ayamis was also worried about his master's situation and came with elite flying insects. assistance.

These cruel gadgets catch those mephits and flying demons in mid-air, and attack with stingers like wasp tail nails. The deadly poison from the Silithus Desert can knock down a demon with every blow.

Those who were stunned by the poison would either be half-dead if they fell from a high altitude, or they would be trampled to death by demons, and some would be eaten by swarms of insects in the air.

It's a pity that such sharp attacks cannot be fired continuously against flying insects. Their deadly tail nails take time to grow back. It is said that the hunters of the Secret Path gave this attack a very domineering name, "Pterodactyl Nails" prick".

"Lexa? How could it be you?"

The Moknasa tribesmen who were called over by Rexxa were shocked, but when they saw the injured person he was carrying on his back, they knew that he was here to help.

Although everyone had different expressions, they did not resist Rexxa's command.

Everyone knows that this guy is not only the son of the clan leader, but also a truly talented hunter in the clan. He is right!

"Follow me!"

Under the protection of Misha, Rexxar advanced towards the weak position on the flank of the devil's position. He carried the wounded on his back, slashed all the way with a battle ax, and roared:

"Let go of the beasts, don't let the noble beasts make unnecessary sacrifices, they don't deserve to die in such a battle!

Send a signal and let the demons enter the canyon. Others will set up traps at the other end of the canyon to block them. My demon hunter and pirate friends will be responsible for chasing them.

I assure you, there is no escape for them today! "

"boom"

A strange gunshot blasted the head of the demon squad leader who was blocking the way in front of Rexxar. This aid made the orcs turn to look and saw a mantid hero holding a sonic gun in mid-air.

It seemed that Xal'atath had been brought in to help.

He glanced up high again. The flaming phoenix that Black was riding was enlarging its body and spraying out unquenchable fire toward the canyon below, but the stinky pirate had disappeared.

Obviously, Blake had no intention of listening to Rexxa's arrangement.

On the battlefield next to the canyon, a huntress who had defeated more than a dozen demons in a row was killed by a succubus from behind. Her herd had been killed in the previous battle, and she was now alone and helpless.

He could only watch helplessly as the succubus grabbed the dagger and stabbed him in the eye.

It was such a humiliating way to die.

The huntress, who was no longer young anymore, closed her eyes in pain. She comforted herself by saying that she died on the battlefield and did not bring shame to the clan.

"puff"

The smelly blood covered the hunter's painted face in the next moment.

The tired hunter opened her eyes and saw that the succubus who had sneaked up on her was attacked from behind by a beautiful and noble ghost wolf, with a claw piercing her waist, and then was slapped away by an equally noble and wild ghost bear. Head.

Her eyes widened.

There are no such beautiful and ferocious soul beasts in Draenor.

"Hey, I heard that you Mok'Nassar people are the best hunters? But I think you are just average."

A frivolous and sarcastic voice quickly brought the huntress who had escaped from death back to reality. The burly hunter stood up and saw a human standing next to him holding a fiery red halberd.

In his hand he also held the heads of several elite demons.

Without exception, they all have very distinctive heads, and the skulls must look great.

"Are you a friend of that traitor Lexa?"

The huntress grabbed the broken war spear and stared at the pirate with a very unfriendly look. She spat out her bloody broken teeth and yelled:

"Get out of here! You are not welcome in the land of Mok'Natha!"

"Hey, I just saved you. It seems that the virtue of the Mok'Nassar people is ingratitude. That's great."

The pirate said rudely:

"You bastards really deserve to die. Oh, wait a minute."

His figure suddenly turned into a flying shadow and disappeared, and returned to the place a few seconds later, dragging a half-dead Mok'Nathal hunter in his hand.

He said:

"You owe me two dogs' lives now. If you have any sense of shame, you should at least treat me to a drink or simply answer a question.

Lexa just left you, why is he called a traitor?

It seems to me that you are not just blaming him for leaving. Could it be that the decline of your clan is also related to him? "

"This has nothing to do with you!"

The huntress carried the seriously injured tribesman on her back. This female orc with ogre blood was stronger and more savage than ordinary female orcs. She wiped the blood on her face and stared at the chaotic battlefield beside her.

It seems that they are eager to continue fighting and have no intention of retreating.

This warlike posture reminded Blake of the shield girls under Fenner's command. Well, it would definitely be fun if the women from these two forces met together.

"Shua"

A golden heroic war spear was inserted at the feet of the huntress. The latter's eyes lit up and she could see the power of this weapon at a glance. She grabbed the golden war spear with both hands and looked back at Blake.

After two seconds of silence, Huntress whispered:

"Lexa's running away was nothing. Although everyone did not dare to plead with the chief at that time, they all understood Rexa's choice. He was also looking for a better place to live for his people.

But his departure gave young people a bad start.

The terrible seeds were planted at that time and took root a few months ago. A traitor imitated Rexxar's move and took away half of the warriors overnight to join the devil.

He still used Rexxar's rhetoric.

Claiming that he wanted to leave seeds for Mok'Natha is so hypocritical and disgusting!

Besides, we called him a traitor to get him out of here.

We learned from the Blackstone Clan’s messenger that he was living a good life in another world and had a great future. There was no need for him to be dragged down by us.

He is the last seed of Mok'Natha.

Take him away, human.

Take him away before the patriarch who has been unable to forgive him comes. There is no hope for Moknasa. We are destined to die here, but this is the destination we are pursuing.

We will die with this land.

But we will never let the devil have an easy time before we die! "

"boom"

As soon as the huntress finished her warning, a loud noise came from the valley behind, causing the hunter's expression to change. However, the Mok'Nathal hunters who were fighting hard around them cheered in unison.

Their difficulties were swept away, and it seemed as if something miraculous was happening.

"No, the clan leader is here! Take Rexxa away quickly!"

The hunter turned back and yelled at Black. The pirate's expression was also very strange. He felt the regular vibrations of the earth. He knew that this was not an earthquake, but a giant beast walking this way.

Ten seconds later, as the pirates watched in astonishment, a Goron beast more than twenty meters tall strode over on the demons with an attitude of a giant crushing everything.

And there is a huge black shadow projected on the ground in the sky, that is a flying black dragon.

However, whether it is the Goron monster or the black dragon, it is not a big problem, and the pirates are not afraid of these legendary creatures. What really makes the pirates feel numb is that there is a person standing on the head of the black dragon!

In the feedback given by the character card in front of him, whether it is the entry of Gronn or Black Dragon, there is a bright "Pet/War Beast" label that almost blinds the pirate's eyes.

At this moment, Blake looked at his two proud soul beasts, and suddenly felt that the big wolf and the big bear were weak. Only the sky after the rebirth of the flames could save him some face.

All right.

As the Mok'Nathan people around him fanatically chanted the name "Leorox", Blake had to admit that his understanding of the way of hunting was too shallow.

Lexa, whom he had previously regarded as a genius, also lost his halo in this moment.

Look at people

Using Goron and Black Dragon as pets is called Pai Nian!

He's convinced.

Take it heartily.

Sure enough, Mok'Nassar is the real "Beast King", and he is still far from a weakling like Rexxar.