Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Not bad. Although the concentration of magic power in the body is very low, the control of magic power is quite good. It seems that you have practiced carefully this week.

Not bad, keep it up. "

Black, wearing the Corruptor's robe, leisurely took his two swords and walked around the supported demon-dispelling barrier, just like an old man walking around, with his hands behind his back, commenting on the places standing around him from time to time. The magic manipulation skills of the sorcerer apprentices who continuously inject magic into the magic circle at the casting nodes.

If you don't take into account the ferocious demons charging all over the mountains and plains around the large barrier surrounding the hillside, this scene is very much like a gentle and peaceful teaching communication between the instructor and the student.

But in fact, tens of thousands of ferocious monsters of various colors are roaring around the dispersing circle currently lying between the Demon Mine and the Demon Fortress.

This exaggerated scene made the apprentices in the barrier tremble.

No matter how talented they are, they are just a group of little warlocks who have only taken classes for a week. Where have they seen such a big scene?

Look at those scenes of the demonic army sweeping through everything and charging madly. Is this really where little warlocks like them should come?

Everyone had this suspicion.

The pressure of death forced the little warlocks to squeeze the magic power in their bodies and continuously inject it into the magic circle at their feet to maintain the operation of this barrier.

However, it turns out that the Warlock School still has two brushes.

The magic circle they designed is like an oversized water pump, constantly absorbing evil energy from the ground, causing the concentration of evil energy in the barrier to rise rapidly, and at the same time creating an evil energy weak zone in a large area around it.

The largest number of low-level demons such as demon hounds and imps will feel pain and discomfort when entering it, which forces them to avoid this area. Coupled with the air blockade with the flaming phoenix above their heads, the number of demons in this large area is higher than that in other places. Much rarer.

This effect that was visible to the naked eye gave the apprentices the confidence to persevere. They divided themselves into six groups and took turns charging the magic circle. The apprentices who were replaced were very tired, as if their bodies had been squeezed dry.

But they must immediately begin to regain their magic, and must overcome the pain of exhaustion.

No one knows when the demon hunters responsible for the main attack will end the battle. If they delay for too long, the little warlocks may not be able to hold on.

Moreover, the way the warlock restores magic power is quite wild compared to the meditation of traditional spellcasters. After discussion, the apprentices planned to release the demon dispelling effect in one direction.

Let the imps and demon hounds rush in, and then be imprisoned in place by their confinement magic.

Immediately afterwards, a group of tired little warlocks rushed forward and began to use magic extraction techniques to extract the magic power with evil energy from these low-level demons.

Evil energy will have a certain impact on their bodies and minds, but this is something that a warlock must do sooner or later.

Under Blake's rather gratified gaze, the little warlocks successfully chose the right method to "repair the magic" and save themselves under the pressure of death.

This proves that the theoretical knowledge they learned during this week is very solid.

Although there are a few unlucky ones who have been able to draw too much evil and have shown signs of madness, twitching in place, but for warlocks, this is also a risk that must be taken to gain power.

"Xieyan class, Zalak class and Kanresade class, all get ten points!"

While the demon exorcism ritual continued, the stinking pirate happily announced:

"The instructors are not lazy, and you are learning very quickly. I am beginning to like you, rookies. Do you want to challenge your limits? Let a team of demon guards come in and let you practice your skills?"

He pointed in a direction and shouted to the apprentices:

"Look, there are a few elite vanguards among the demon guards over there. These are 'rare characters' that you can hardly summon using soul stones in the laboratory.

Their talents and growth potential are stronger than ordinary demon guards, so they can be considered SRs anyway. Moreover, these guys are limited characters in the "Gorgrond Demon Mine Card Pool" and cannot be found elsewhere.

As warlocks, aren’t you excited? "

"But we haven't learned the spell of the Pact Demon Guard yet."

A female orc warlock who served as the temporary squad leader was a little moved and said helplessly.

Blake curled his lips and scolded:

"As a sorcerer, isn't it a good virtue to eagerly learn forbidden knowledge secretly? You are all waiting for the teacher to teach you. When can you become a teacher?

Are there so many libraries in the college just for display?

As spell casters, you are really too tired!

come on.

Let's make an exchange. "

The Great Warlock sneered and spoke to the nearby apprentices at the top of his voice:

"As long as you have the courage to step out of the dispersing ceremony and defeat a demon guard, I will teach you the spell to contract with them on the spot. I happen to have enough ritual materials here.

Now let’s see if you have the courage, rookies.

You must know that any demon that steps within the scope of the dispersing ritual will be weakened. If you are united and brave, defeating the demon guards is not impossible. "

Blake snapped his fingers and said to a group of apprentices:

"Now, I've stated the conditions, now it's up to you."

Faced with the promise given by the dean, a group of warlock apprentices looked at each other. Finally, a few orc warlocks pretended to be brave and grabbed their staffs to touch the edge of the dispersal ceremony.

This sight made Blake nod slightly.

As a warlock, you must understand the principle of seeking wealth at risk.

Of course, if these guys fail unfortunately, he can also use this to tell others that as a warlock, you must learn to assess the situation and not rush to pursue power that you cannot control.

Anyway, no matter whether they succeed or fail, Blake can tell the right truth, and other apprentices can also learn the truth.

This wave is called a win-win situation.

When the warlock apprentices began to take risks under the bewitchment of the mad dean, the pirates looked back at the burning demon fortress behind them.

A huge amount of evil fire was burning on the blasted dome on top of the fortress, and the roar of the abyss lord could still be heard. The blind men had already started the planned "saturation assassination", and they didn't know how long it would take them. Only then can we kill the King of the Abyss.

Black rubbed his chin. He had no doubt that the Demon Hunter's assassination was successful. He was thinking about another thing now.

On Rexxa's side, his battle should also begin, right?

It’s interesting to think about the showdown between a guilty idol and a fan who has gone astray. Oops, it’s all these rookie apprentices who need his care, so he can’t come and watch the show in person. It’s really a pity.

"Dean! We did it!"

Just when Blake felt sad because he couldn't read the gossip, several orc warlocks who ran out before happily ran back holding the head of a demon guard killed by a sneak attack.

They were a little injured, but each of them looked happy, with the pride of a winner.

The pirate frowned and looked at the smashed demon's head, thinking that it was such a waste to have such a good collection damaged by these noobs.

Shouldn't the first trophy in life be properly handled and turned into a beautiful skull to be placed on the bedside as a souvenir?

But he still fulfilled his promise and taught these guys the spell of the Contracted Demon Guard, and this scene also gave courage and inspiration to the other warlock apprentices.

After taking turns to maintain the operation of the barrier, they also began to sneak attack the demon guards in groups in exchange for knowledge.

This scene made the smelly pirate even more happy.

This scene of vitality and everything happening is right in front of you! The enthusiasm of the apprentices has been completely mobilized, and the desire and greed in their hearts have overcome the fear of death.

This is the style that Black hopes to see in the Narthalas Warlock School.

Well, he was so happy, filled with a sense of accomplishment that was completely different from plundering. This is probably the joy that educators feel after seeing their disciples become talented.

Well, of course, it would be better if these guys could complete the challenge without getting hurt.

Alas, even a weakened Demon Guard can be injured by beating it, so these guys have to keep practicing.

——

In the demon fortress where the King of the Abyss Agona is located, a fierce battle is going on on the upper level, and there is also a fierce battle going on in the lower hall.

The hunters of the Mok'Nathal clan roared and drove their herds to attack the traitors, while the orcs who had surrendered to the demons also called on the demon hounds to fight back.

But they were defeated steadily.

Because there are several legendary beast lords on Moknasa's side to help out.

Misha, who was wearing war bear armor, took the lead, slapping the heads of the demon hounds with her palms. Porcupine King Hofer was charging, and Falcon Spire was scratching his eyes everywhere.

The flying insect lord Ayamis commanded the insect swarms to fly across the battlefield, causing brutal massacre every time.

In addition to these guys, there are also the ghost wolf Frostclaw and the ghost bear Bighorn who come to help (watch) (show). They all wear the heroic armor tailor-made for them by the stinky master Black, and they go back and forth in the dark battlefield. , killing the demons until they were defeated.

And in the center of this chaotic battle, in the circle deliberately set aside by everyone, was the place where two Mok'Nassa Beast Kings, who came from the same clan and were considered brothers, had a decisive battle.

"boom"

The whirling battle ax was made of Gronn animal bones in the air, and was blown away by the war spear strengthened by evil energy.

The collision of the weapons caused dazzling sparks in the air, and the tomahawk that was thrown away spun back to the user's hand. He was turned around and swung, slashing downward with a powerful and heavy killing blow, knocking the opponent back. Three steps.

Rexxar, who was wearing a black bat suit, had an expressionless face. He held two rune axes and swept forward like a silent lion, overwhelming the beast king Magda who was wearing demon armor on the opposite side.

The latter is bigger than Rexxar. He was personally strengthened by the King of the Abyss, Agona, with evil energy, causing his eyes to glow with green light. Demonic runes floated on the muscles of his arms, and every attack Comes with chaotic damage.

But this alone is not enough for him to challenge Rexxar, the warrior who dominates Azeroth. The strength and skills of the two are completely different.

As soon as the battle began, Magda was suppressed head-on by Rexxar.

This may not only be because Lexa is skilled and experienced in many battles, but also because Magda felt a sense of shame in her heart after seeing Lexa appear.

He was not afraid of Leorox.

But he couldn't keep calm in front of the man in front of him.

"You shouldn't have come back!"

Magda panted and summoned her legendary beasts. The dire wolves, thunder elephants and wyverns strengthened by evil energy roared into the battlefield, and were quickly beaten back by Rexxar's beasts.

Not only are the beastmasters fighting, but their beasts are also duking it out with each other.

"You should stay in your wonderful world and forget about this hometown that is doomed to die, Lexa! Just like you left us when you left, you are such a heartless person.

Now running back and trying to be a hero? "

The evil beast king roared and attacked forward, and sarcastically said:

"After I followed your example and betrayed the clan, do you, the warrior, want to kill me to complete your inheritance of the clan? What a disgusting guy."

"boom"

The weapons of the two collided again, and the aroused force blew up the dark cloak behind Rexxa. Under the wolf-headed battle helmet, the big orc's brown eyes showed no emotion.

He whispered:

"I have never thought about it this way, Magda. In my eyes, you are still the child who followed me and learned hunting from me. You are still the brother I recognize.

This won't change just because you look ugly now.

You know yourself that you are on the wrong track.

During the period of time when you took refuge with the devil, you never harmed a clan member, which proves that you still have some conscience. Put down your weapons and we can talk. "

"Who wants to talk to you!"

Rexxar's persuasion to surrender instantly angered the Fel Beast King, whose eyes seemed to burst out with flames. He roared and unleashed his own Fel power, waving his halberd to repel Rexxar.

He roared:

"It's because of you. If you were still here, if you were still there when we were surrounded by demons and slaughtered, how could we be reduced to the point where we could only survive by being dogs for the demons?

Leorox is dead!

I saw with my own eyes that he was torn to pieces by demons, only to be reborn in that damn forest. He also tried to turn all his people into ghosts like him!

You two, father and son, are the same thing!

I won’t be deceived by you again.”

"They said that when you left with your tribe, you said you wanted to imitate me. You hoped to sacrifice yourself to find a place for your tribe to live. I don't know if you were lying at that time."

During the fierce battle, Lexa shook his head with ease and said:

"But besides surrendering to the devil, you have other ways to go. Draenor may be hopeless, but there is a new world that can accommodate us.

That's why I'm here, stop it, Magda!

There's a terrible man waiting out there, and if you don't want to talk to me, you're going to be part of his terrible collection. "

Rexxar responded with a flying flaming halberd, hitting Rexxar at his feet.

As the masonry splattered, Magra pulled the chain of the war spear and jumped over. He swung the sharp blade in his hand and stabbed Rexxar in the head, but the latter blocked it with a deft monkey counterattack.

It was difficult to use weapons in this kind of close-range fight, so the two burly guys fought with fists. Compared to Lexa's ease, the younger Magda in front of her looked more like she was relying on her anger to chaos. Pump your fist.

Soon, he was knocked to the ground by Lexa. As the cape of the Bat suit swayed, Lexa held down the struggling brother. He stared at the burning eyes and said:

"That's enough! Let's take it easy! Mok'Nassar can no longer fight among themselves. We only have so many people left. If your beast's heart is still beating,

Stop it! "

"Why did you come to save me?"

Magda, who was being suppressed, seemed to have given up resisting, and he said in a low tone:

"After I committed a heinous betrayal, why should I be spared?"

"Because you look a lot like me."

Lexa was very frank at this moment, he whispered:

"It's similar in every aspect, from talent to will, from struggle to action, we all did something wrong."

"Then why did you abandon me again in the first place?"

Magda asked in a roaring tone:

"Why did you have to leave me behind when I wanted to go with you? You know, I have been loyal to you for a long time. No one is more suitable to lead us than you!"

"Because you are so much like me."

Orc Batman sighed and said:

"My immaturity caused me to lose Ha LS and my soul mate. If you leave with me, you who are younger and more impulsive may become a butcher like those warriors of the old tribe.

I choose to join them, not because I like them.

I don't leave you because I don't care about you.

You've been learning from me, but look at the results of your learning. We have all made mistakes, Magda, my brother, and we must set out again to rebuild the herds of Mok'Nathal.

And I need your help. "

Lexa stood up, let go of Magda, and stretched out his hand towards him:

"Come on, I won't leave you behind this time."

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