Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1334 84. Frostmourne. Hungry

"I'm dying."

Desperate thoughts rose in Maris Demonscourge's heart.

The demon hunter tried hard to wave his war blade to fight his way through the sea of ​​undead, but there were too many undead, and unlike demons, they would not lose their power just because they were hit in the vital parts.

The ferocious demons will not get up again once they are knocked down, but the undead will only "sit up" in place, which is annoying.

Even cutting off the head will not stop them from continuing to attack, but will make things worse.

Originally there was only one corpse chasing you, but now after "split up", there will be a "headless horseman" chasing you along with its head.

Only by burning their complete corpses with flames and turning them into a pile of ashes can the matter be settled. However, if you encounter those particularly powerful undead, burning the body will also turn their souls into more troublesome wraiths on the spot.

To sum up, the undead are quite difficult opponents for demon hunters and all other professions except priests and paladins.

As for how Marius Demon Calamity fell into the undead, this is a tragic story.

Demon Hunters sabotage a demon warship's weapons system.

They were supposed to join up with the Watchers and continue to attack the remaining two battleships, but during the flight transfer process, the unlucky Maris was knocked down from the sky by a large magic bat in a desperate gesture.

The demon hunter had wings so that he wouldn't fall to his death, but Maris landed in an awkward place, right in the sea of ​​undead outside Gul'dan's Hand, and he was also the center of the group of undead.

This made it too late for anyone else on the ground to save him.

However, the veteran Demon Hunter is by no means incompetent. Even if he was surrounded by the undead, he still did not give up resistance. He relied on the moon blade in his hand to continuously slash and use the exquisite high-speed movement of the Demon Hunter to escape the pursuit of the undead.

He once had great hope of escaping, until one time when he landed, he was injured in the leg with a throwing rope by the centaur undead hunter who had just "climbed up".

Maris fell to the dirty ground filled with mutilated demon corpses in embarrassment. Through the cold atmosphere that kept gathering around him, he knew that he was finished.

Under such circumstances, it is impossible for him to leave alive. He will also be swarmed and killed by the undead, and then become one of them.

Although he didn't have a pair of eyes to see, Maris could rely on his breath to feel that some of the undead gathering towards him exuded the stench of orcs, as well as the special smell of holy light on the draenei. .

Even humans

Those heavy-armored, shambling paladins.

Oh my god.

Can't even the Holy Light protect these poor people from death?

After being surrounded by a large number of undead, Maris Demon Calamity, who was in a desperate situation, was still in the mood to consider this issue.

He felt an undead stick out its claws towards him. Under the pressure, the demon hunter waved and threw his moon blade.

He impaled the cheap guy on the ground, but the next moment the demon hunter lost his weapon and was swarmed by a group of blood-stained undead.

The smell of death made Maris's hair stand on end.

"I'm afraid I will become the first demon hunter death knight in history. This is a first."

After his life entered the countdown, Maris was still in the mood to tease himself.

He gave up the struggle and allowed those sharp claws to tear apart his armor. He could even feel some rickety ghoul claws scratching his evil-strengthened skin.

Maris had also thought about who he would think of at the last moment of his life. He had always thought that as a member of the Illidari, he would only be loyal to Lord Illidan from birth to death.

But it turns out that when death comes, Illidan, a stinky man, cannot occupy the first place in the mind of Maris, a stinky man.

What he thought of was the woman with whom he had made a future in the night at Black Crow Castle.

The beloved daughter of Lord Ravencrest, Elisana Ravencrest.

He also promised her to explain this relationship to Lord Ravencrest after the battle, even though he was just a poor boy from Suramar and was not worthy of the crown jewel of the Ravencrest family in all aspects.

But considering that the Elf Empire is dead, so to hell with any status.

But in fact, the current result is not much different from Maris's expected ending.

After all, the worst outcome he wanted was to explain his relationship with his daughter to Lord Ravencrest, and then be hacked to death by the angry Lord Death.

That one was also killed by the undead, and the current one was also killed by the undead. They were all killed by the undead. They were almost the same.

"well"

Marius is clawed at by a group of undead.

He knew he was going to die.

He also knew that he was "delicious" in the eyes of these undead.

"Farewell, my love. This sudden farewell, this is the life of a demon hunter. Sure enough, Lord Illidan is right, happiness and beauty will never belong to us."

The demon hunter mentioned Illidan's name at the last moment.

These guys are really hopeless.

He felt a large mouth filled with the smell of blood bite his neck. It should be a centaur centurion, and only these guys had such a bloody mouth.

But just when Maris was about to suddenly burst out with evil energy, use his demon form to twist the bastard's neck to death, and then use the evil energy to self-destruct and kill the surrounding undead with him, the bloody mouth biting him suddenly stopped. go back.

Not only that, the undead people gathered around him also dispersed all of a sudden, and their original limbs were retracted, slamming him to the ground.

No one was interested in him anymore.

It was as if Marius Demonscourge had transformed from a delicious steak that smelled of fel energy into a smelly mess.

Before the demon hunter who hit the ground could react, he felt that the surrounding undead who were originally immersed in hunting flesh and blood seemed to have received an invisible order and began to roar and run in the same direction.

It was as if a piece of scattered sand suddenly had unified command and began to truly march towards the battlefield.

"These damn crazy undead, what happened to them?"

Maris got up from the ground in embarrassment. His body was covered with blood marks scratched by the undead, but he didn't care about it at the moment. He just shook his head from side to side like a blind man, trying to figure out what happened. .

As a demon hunter, he couldn't see the changes in the undead, nor could he see the crazy blood-red light in their eyes turn into cold blue in an instant.

The changes in the soul fire represent that these undead souls born from Frostmourne finally heard the voice of the sword holder.

"Frostmourne. I'm hungry."

A hoarse and dry voice sounded behind Maris, and the demon hunter turned back suddenly. He felt his moon blade inserted into the opponent's head.

This should be an undead quilboar?

"What? Who is hungry? Go eat when you are hungry. Why are you looking for me?"

Maris asked in confusion.

The latter did not answer the question at all, but grabbed the moon blade embedded in his skull.

With a harsh and creepy sound, he pulled the thing out of his head, politely held the moon blade with his own brain in his hands, and gave it back to Maris in front of him.

This terrifying action seems to represent that the "master" behind these undead is inviting him to hunt demons together.

As we all know, demon hunters are a group of lunatics who can cooperate with everyone in order to hunt demons. Facing the invitation of the undead in front of him, Maris showed a ferocious smile on his face with a black cloth strip.

He took his moon blade with his backhand and limped along with the nearly endless undead around him to rush toward the demon's position. He even turned over and jumped onto the back of an undead centaur.

The latter also ignored him.

Carrying him, he ferociously knocked over a group of hell hounds and rushed towards the nearest demon guard.

The demons, who are known for their ferocity, will certainly not let the undead bully them.

Facing the undead that rushed over, the demons quickly started a cruel and efficient counterattack. They relied on their good physical fitness and used various weapons to chop down the undead that rushed to the ground.

But after these undead souls who remained silent even when they were struck fell to the ground, they just gathered their broken bodies and got up again and pounced again.

When the demons chop down one undead, ten more undead will pounce on them.

Their cruelty cannot bring fear to the undead at all, let alone destroy the morale of the undead with fear.

The undead have no such thing at all!

They will march silently until they crush all enemies.

The demons who were attacked from both sides could not react at all. They were attacking Gul'dan's anti-demon coalition head-on. As a result, a large hole was torn open on their flanks by the terrifying sea of ​​undead.

In addition, the insect swarms that circled back from the sky on the other side also began to charge in groups. Under attack from both sides, the originally invincible demon suddenly fell into a dilemma of being surrounded.

The battlefield at Hand of Gul'dan is only so wide. No matter how many demons there are, they can't all push their own people up. The attack from both wings came suddenly, which immediately greatly reduced the pressure on the anti-demon coalition forces on the frontal battlefield.

"Undead! It's undead!"

Draenei Archbishop Nellie, who was riding a spiritual dragon and responsible for fire suppression at high altitude, waved her hands toward the ground like crazy and shouted:

"Those undead that rushed out of the Temple of Karabor have turned against us! Now they are helping us! Oh my god, holy light, there are endless numbers of them!

The ground is cracked!

How many people were buried here as the dead climbed up from the ground! "

The commanders on the ground were all stunned. The changes in the battlefield were so fast that people were caught off guard. At this critical moment, the old sword was still reliable.

"Kor'kron! Charge with me!"

Brox Saurfang, who was covered in blood after being killed, turned over, grabbed a war wolf and mounted it, then raised the clan flag high behind him. Kor'kron's elite wolf cavalry responded to the warlord's call everywhere. At the call, the ferocious greenskins quickly formed a charging stream.

Varok Saurfang also rode a wolf and rushed to support.

When passing by the human camp, the old orc warned the paladins in front of him in a low tone:

"The Hand of Gul'dan is close to the cemetery where the Shadowmoon clan buries their clan members. The number of undead that can be awakened here is unimaginable. Most of the bravest warriors in the history of the orcs are buried here. Rush out!

Otherwise, when the undead underground breaks out of the ground, you will be doomed. "

The great knight Turalyon was shocked when he heard this. He didn't care to give orders slowly anymore. He took out the horn from his waist and blew it. Soon, the paladins everywhere moved to the front of the position.

But they didn't need to follow the Mudlegs orcs and run head-on into the panicked demons.

They had the support of the Archmages, and Dalaran's ancestral group teleportation moved the Paladins and Iron Horse Brotherhood warriors at the front of the position to the flanks of the battlefield three times.

The road to Gul'dan's Hand opened instantly, and the raging demons, who were attacked from both sides by the undead and the insect swarm, began to charge forward.

But there is no way out ahead.

Ahead is the elemental hell where three elemental demigods are fighting. The first batch of demons rushed in and were overwhelmed by the magma, swept by the storm, and defeated by lightning.

There is an "elemental meat grinder"!

But the demons had nowhere to go. There were enemies on both sides and demons behind them. They couldn't even turn back and could only rush towards the valley.

"ten minutes!"

The stinky pirate who rode into the sky on the flaming phoenix and rushed into the battlefield shouted to the djinn in the valley who was assisting the Wind Chaser in attacking the flaming king Lukenson:

"The encirclement I have tried my best to gain for this world only lasts ten minutes. Work harder, elements! Work harder, shamans!

I'm going to see a massacre in ten minutes!

I want these demons to bleed like rivers of blood!

I want to make the Legion fear me! "

"Soon!"

The djinn turned into a strong wind and rushed into the sky. It shouted to Blake:

"That guy can't hold on any longer. It can't be the opponent of the noble Prince of Storms. The energy in its body has begun to agitate, and it's about to explode.

Its power is conservatively estimated to level two-thirds of the mountainous area of ​​Shadowmoon Valley, as well as all the creatures in it! Forget about the undead, won't your bugs retreat? "

"To die here is to sacrifice one's life for the ancient lord. No noble Qiraji would refuse such an honor."

Blake said coldly:

"Moreover, even if they are withdrawn, they will not survive for more than a month."

The stinky pirate riding on the sky looked at the undead charging all over the mountains and plains below. From a high altitude, it seemed that a blue "ocean" appeared on the land polluted by evil energy throughout Shadowmoon Valley.

Each point of light represents the burning soul flame of an undead. How many lights are there?

no one knows.

No one can count the number of people.

"That sword you got is terrible."

The genie of the genie also saw the terrifying sea of ​​undead that drowned everything on the ground. It whispered:

"Even an element like me feels terrified."

"This has nothing to do with that sword! You stupid guy who only knows business."

Blake shrugged, holding his pipe in his mouth and said:

"It's just that this broken world needs these dead people to perform one last service for it! So they were called to kill the demons here.

That's all. "

The smelly pirate blew out a smoke ring and looked back at the Karabo Temple. He could vaguely see a petite figure standing on the highest spire of the temple.

The guy held a long sword that looked like a blue torch.

Every time she swings the blade, the undead throughout Shadowmoon Valley will launch a violent attack!

Every time she raised the magic sword, more undead would rush out from the underground tombs.

Blake blinked and looked at the bewildered little blue people of Kyrian that he could only see on this earth. These messengers who sent souls to the world of the dead took the initiative to return empty-handed today.

because

Frostmourne, hungry.