Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1335 85. Some farewells do not require words - added update for "Moyu Luoxiu" brothers [15]

"Charge, kill!"

Maris Demon Scourge, who was riding an undead centaur on the ground, had already killed him.

He was slashing various demons among a group of undead who were not afraid of sacrifice. As the undead were tirelessly and fearlessly trampling and charging, he felt that the demons were actively retreating.

For a demon hunter who is most familiar with the demonic fighting style, this is a very rare thing.

Of course, it feels so good to be able to defeat the devil with your own hands, so great!

Just now, Maris hunted the first Fel Lord in his career as a hunter with the help of a group of Silent Undead.

Although he defeated the high-level demon with the "backstab of justice", the feeling of hunting a powerful enemy is really immersive.

But just when Maris was about to rush into Gul'dan's hands with great courage, following the undead that remained silent even when fighting, he was thrown out of the hook by an undead hippogryph that passed by from low altitude, killing him completely. The man was pulled into the air from behind the undead centaur.

Lord Ravencrest, who was driving the hippogryph, glanced at the very familiar demon hunter. He always felt like he had seen him somewhere.

"That's right, boy. Illidan would be proud of you, but it's time to retreat now."

The high lord noticed the Fel Lord's war helmet hanging on this guy's waist as a trophy, and seeing Maris's bravery in battle, he encouraged him in a deadly tone.

When Maris felt Lord Ravencrest, the anger in his heart instantly dissipated a lot, and he asked:

"Why retreat? Now we have the help of the undead, we should pursue the victory!"

"Didn't Illidan teach you that there is power in retreat?"

Ravencase said coldly:

"The devil here is just running towards death, be patient."

"All right."

The demon hunter didn't understand, but that didn't stop him from obeying the order.

A few seconds later, as the great lord continued to rescue people and evacuate people from the sea of ​​the undead, Maris suddenly plucked up the courage and said coyly:

"Um. Great Lord, I have something to tell you. About your daughter, Miss Elisana, um. Her and I. Well, we are together.

She and I both hope to receive your blessing. "

"bless?"

Lord Death waved his hand expressionlessly and said:

"Of course I will give you my blessing"

"Ah, I knew you were the most generous. She and I would definitely be upset? Why are you holding my hand? Do you want it? Ah, no!"

Amidst Maris's screams, he was thrown off the hippogryph by Lord Ravencrest.

Watching the Demon Hunter fall in the air, the frosty Lord Kutalos Ravencrest finished the second half of his sentence:

"The premise is that if you can miraculously survive the coming elemental explosion, Illidan will lose a brave warrior today, and my precious daughter will also be sad for a few days because of your unexpected death.

But it doesn't matter, a wonderful girl like her can always find a better spouse, and I think Blake Shaw is good. "

"Ahhhhh"

Maris, who offended the moody undead and was abandoned, made a howling sound in the air. His legs were injured but his wings were intact, and he finally landed on the ground by gliding.

But looking at the great lord and his hippogryph who were coldly walking away, Maris felt the weight of his heart.

Wow, he is indeed a heartless undead. Can he do such a thing?

Maris also heard the second half of Lord Ravencrest's words. It was self-evident how powerful a "big explosion" that caused all the death knights to retreat would be.

He was now several miles away from Gul'dan's hand, but it was not safe.

Just when Maris was hurriedly preparing to find a way out, he suddenly felt a flash of fire above his head and that very familiar aura.

In desperation, the demon hunter did not care about his face and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Hey! The handsome and powerful pirate leader above, give me a ride!"

"Um?"

Blake, who was riding behind the sky and roaring across the sky, suddenly pulled the reins, causing the sky to stop suddenly from supersonic speed. He rubbed his chin and looked at the ground, saying:

"I thought I heard someone say I'm handsome just now? Do you want to go down and have a look?"

Cang Qiong howled twice and expressed his opinion.

Blake nodded with deep understanding and said:

"What does a blind man know about beauty and ugliness? When you look at him, he just talks casually and is not sincere at all. Forget it, leave him to die and let's go."

But a few seconds after the sky flew out, Blake pulled the reins again and said:

"But if even a blind man can see how powerful and handsome I am, it means that this guy does have a heart that can discover beauty. How about going back and saving me?"

——

On the other side, in front of the elemental altar in the deepest part of the Hand of Gul'dan, seeing a large number of demons rushing into the battle between demigods, the shamans guarding here also began to retreat.

Draenor's Fire Lord Lukenson is at the end of his game.

Its huge body filled with evil energy has been full of cracks hacked by the Wind Chaser with the elemental holy blade. The terrifying body can no longer maintain stability, and even evil energy magma gushes out of the broken body.

Facing Sunderland, the Windseeker who became more and more courageous with each battle, Elemental Wrath, which was formed by the elemental spirits of Draenor, finally fell into a disadvantage.

It's not that it's not strong enough.

It's just because the guy opposite was born in a magical world where the elemental power is ten times stronger than Draenor. Just like a rich boy who has been hungry for a day can still defeat the poor boy next door who has been malnourished since he was a child.

What's more, Wind Chaser also has a group of helpers from the Sky Wall.

"Lukenson's elemental imprisonment is breaking, and I feel that the elemental spirits belonging to Draenor are becoming active again, now, now!"

During the elemental ascension ceremony, Ner'zhul waved his hands excitedly. The old shaman's body was now covered with ritual materials symbolizing the four elements, and his turbid eyes were shining brightly.

He stared hard at Lukenson, the Elemental Fury, who was being beaten by Wind Chaser Sunderland.

As the most powerful shaman in Draenor, he could even hear the wails of the elemental spirits imprisoned in this "low-end version" of the Fire Lord's body.

"Quick! Advance the ceremony."

Ner'zhul shouted to the three great shamans beside him:

"It is necessary to provide strength to the elements trapped in Lukenson's body before it explodes, otherwise it will be difficult for them to survive the final explosion of the evil element.

The evil energy has tainted the vengeance of this element, turning it into a tyrant that must be destroyed. We must save them in exchange for their forgiveness and renewed blessings to this world.

I have to do it! "

The old orc tore open his close-fitting robe, revealing his body that was different from flesh and blood. His body was like a gray-white cast of stone, without a trace of blood vessels growing under the skin.

Such a weird form means that Ner'zhul has endured great pain and transformed himself into a semi-elemental creature, but he did not do this for the pursuit of power.

Just for this moment.

"bring it on."

Drek'Thar, who had a black strip of cloth on his face, stepped forward first. Nobundo, the Great Shaman of the Broken, hesitated and looked at Akama, whose expression was extremely cold.

The latter pulled his black hood amidst the increasingly intense elemental power.

He said hoarsely:

"On the day when the Karabor Temple was attacked and fell by you shameless orcs, I swore that I would never let you go in this life! I will make you pay with your blood.

But at this time.

This may be your atonement for this world, or maybe because Ner'zhul's sacrifice can make the world and the elemental spirits forgive you. But don’t forget, orcs, you still owe us an explanation! "

"No one will forget what happened over the past decade or so."

Drek'Thar said in a deep voice:

"We are back, we are brave enough to face what we have done in the past, and we are seeking forgiveness from the world, and I think that has proven our attitude.

We will make the draenei forgive us, no matter the cost.

bring it on.

Help us, help the world!

Archbishop Akama, please. "

"If I didn't want to help, I wouldn't be here, but I still feel that there are some things that need to be made clear in advance."

Akama snorted, touched the golden scythe on his waist, and finally raised his hands to call out the power of the elements with his shaman companions.

The joint calls of the three legendary shamans allowed the rich elemental power in the valley to be quickly absorbed, and through the positions of the three of them, it was continuously sent to the core of the ascending ceremony in front of them.

As the bearer of power, the old orc Ner'zhul cried out in pain.

This process made Thrall, the young orc who was working next to him, feel extremely cruel. As a shaman, he knew very well what the "Ascension Ceremony" was.

This thing was originally an evil way invented by some "dark shamans".

It is through the infusion of a large amount of elemental power that forcibly changes the form of flesh and blood, transforming a living life into a twisted elemental creature, which they call an "ascended one".

But such a ritual has almost never been successful before.

Any shaman who dares to try will eventually become a powerful but brainless monster.

An orthodox shaman like Ner'zhul wants to try this ritual not because he is crazy, but because it is the only way to transform him into a form that can truly communicate with the elemental spirits face to face.

"ah!"

The hoarse roar of the old shaman spread throughout the entire altar. As the elemental power transformed through the entire ceremony like boiling water, the last flesh and blood of the old orc was also transformed into elements bit by bit.

While this process was progressing, in the center of the elemental battle ahead, the Wind Chaser Sunderland, who was very similar to Al'Akir, floated into the thunder-splashed sky, raised his left paw high to call for lightning, and turned into a thunder spear but did not immediately Throw.

Beneath it, the idiot Finna, whose hair was standing on end with electricity, activated the god descending to earth.

Roaring in the tidal wave of anger, he raised the small elemental blade in his hand high and pierced the chest of the already weak Flame King Lukenson.

The shining beam of evil energy exploded in front of Fenner's eyes, causing the stupid warrior to wail and be rushed away like a ball.

But the wound leading to the core of the evil elemental abnormality has been opened. Sunderland, the wind chaser in the sky, is indeed the most talented elemental lord born from the sky wall.

It seized the opportunity created by the fool Fenner and gave it the thunder spear in its hand. A dazzling lightning pierced the sky and the earth, like a heart-piercing sword, piercing the ugly and crazy low-end version of the Flame in front of it. king.

Lukenson was wailing.

It knew it was doomed.

The dark thoughts caused by being contaminated by evil energy made it unwilling to admit defeat, so it roared and tore at its collapsing chest, trying to completely explode its final strength and drag all the creatures on this land to be buried with it!

It was born out of the vengeance of the world's anger.

There is no such emotion as pity.

"Buzz"

Ner'zhul's Ascension Ceremony will also be completed at this moment.

The old orc, whose flesh and blood had been completely shed, was suspended in the air in the form of an energy body. His body, filled with surging elemental power, tried hard to make a "farewell" gesture to everyone.

Before flying towards the elemental anomaly that was about to explode, Ner'zhul's chaotic element-filled cheeks twisted towards the young orc Thrall.

He seemed to be trying hard to smile encouragingly.

But as an Ascendant, he could no longer make any expressions and could only throw to Thrall the elemental holy symbol he had been wearing since the day he became a shaman and the chief's staff of the Shadowmoon clan.

This means that Ner'zhul, the last "Great Prophet" in the traditional era of the orcs, chose his successor before leaving.

This also means that the young orc Thrall has become the first "great prophet" recognized through orthodox inheritance in the new era of orcs.

"Go and kiss the new world for me. My journey as a remnant of the old age has come to an end. Bless me."

Ner'zhul's last voice came from the turbulent wind. As an ascendant of elements, he just raised his hand, and several shining star gates opened and stood in front of the shamans behind him.

They can't participate in what happens next.

It's like a road to redemption that reaches its end, and others can only get here.

The last step can only be completed by this old orc who has completely witnessed the end of the traditional era of orcs, personally started the violent era of the old tribe, and has a complicated life.

Thrall accompanied Elder Drek'Thar into the Star Boundary Gate. At the last moment before disappearing here, he looked back with a complicated expression.

He could see the invisible Ascended pouring into the curtain of fel energy that erupted from the Fire Lord's remains, and Ner'zhul opened his arms to embrace them.

It seems like he is finally over his rough life and is relieved to the end.

"boom"

The second after Thrall was swallowed by the Star Gate, a terrifying elemental explosion centered on Gul'dan's hand and rushed out in all directions.

The scene was spectacular.

First, the ground of the valley collapsed in an instant, and then it was pushed to the outside like an undulating "wave". Everything died wherever it went, whether it was demons, undead, or insects.

Nothing can escape this horrific natural disaster.

At this moment, there was only the continuous resounding sound of explosions echoing between the sky and the earth. On the demon battleship high in the sky, the demon commander stared dumbfounded at what was happening below.

All the elite demons in Draenor were destroyed in less than ten seconds. Is this really something a mortal can do?

Is this the limit of what this small world can do?

Is this what mortals call a "miracle"?

——

The explosion caused by the elements cannot harm the elemental life itself. The idiot Finna was protected by His Highness Sunderland in his arms. She was the only flesh-and-blood life in the center of the big explosion that completely watched this scene.

Under the dumbfounded gaze of the stupid warrior, she saw the whole process of how the earth collapsed and destroyed. Frankly speaking, she was a little frightened by the ruthless act performed by her bratty brother this time.

But soon, Fenner quickly took out the dwarf camera and took pictures. The stupid little star will definitely pay a lot of money for these exciting photos.

"Hey, who is that!"

Fenna soon discovered that in the sky where the elements were rioting, a strange figure rushed into the newly released Draenor elemental spirits.

Inexplicably, she felt that the ugly guy was very familiar.

It should be someone you know.

On Ner'zhul's side, when he transformed into an Ascendant, he saw the four elemental spirits of Draenor. They were already extremely weak. Faced with the rebellion of this orc who transformed into an Ascended One, the four elemental spirits were unceremonious. Scolding him to stay away.

The most furious flame asked him why he came.

Ner'zhul opened his arms, and four cores from the four unlucky elemental lords of Azeroth that he bought from the Djinn at a huge price were given to the four elemental spirits as gifts.

This is enough to give them some strength back immediately.

But this alone is not enough.

Ner'zhul collapsed his body and gave all the power of the ascendant to the spirits of the four elements. In the blending of elements where all things were silent, he whispered:

"I will atone for my sins."