Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Arthas looked at Frostmourne crumbling before his eyes.

The delicate runic ice fragments on the demon blade sword flew in all directions like a goddess scattering flowers under the powerful chopping, and the demon sword that was broken from the center also seemed to be completely destroyed, and it flew quickly in Yrel's hands. Crash.

In just a few seconds, all that was left was a rapidly "melting" sword hilt.

This scene made everyone around them wide-eyed, including Uther and Dathrohan, who were carrying the Sin Monument and charged towards them with a death wish, as well as the brave paladins who followed them.

This scene also caused countless myths to echo in Alsace's mind at this moment.

Are you so powerful?

Can he actually cut through the terrifying magic blades forged by demons in the world of death with one sword?

Am I the kind of powerful and powerful chosen one in third-rate knight novels?

No way?

Is this victory a little too easy?

Yrel, the hoof girl who was riding on the death horse, looked at the melted sword hilt in her hand and her mouth twitched.

According to the original plan, she should have persisted for at least another half hour. Unexpectedly, these two boys and girls, who cooperated perfectly, exposed this trick so quickly.

"Oh, the fake that the stinky pirate hired someone to make in three days is indeed unreliable, and I am not a good actor. Samaroo is right, I have no talent for acting."

Yirel shrugged and complained softly.

She casually threw away the "Devil Sword Hilt" in her hand, and took out the rune gem war hammer from her bag with her backhand, which was easier to use.

Death Hooves stretched her body and waved her hand casually. In the collision of weapons, the sluggish Arthas was thrown away by the cold wind impact and the powerful annihilation blow.

With the low roar of the death horse, Yrel, who finally got rid of his "actor" identity, no longer needed to pretend to be a commander who commanded the army from behind.

She started to charge.

A gloomy storm of the death aura of the harsh winter wrapped around her frost-covered armor. The hoof girl, who had been strengthened by death, did not pick an opponent and pounced towards the two great knights in front of her.

The war restarts the next moment.

It seemed like nothing happened, but it seemed like something terrible had happened.

Little Jaina squatted down among a group of ice sculptures, picked up the "hilt of the magic sword" that Yrel had thrown away from the ground, put it in front of her eyes and took a look, and then she found a line on the back of the hilt that made her eyes twitch. illustrate":

"This model was designed by Tanred Proudmoore and made by the world's number one, His Highness Little Star. The product code is 00001.

This model is well-made and uses exquisite materials. It is truly a fine product for collection and play.

This model does not have any magical abilities and cannot be used in any war scenes. It is only used for daily display and collection. The two producers are not responsible for any serious consequences caused by incorrect use! "

Below that description is the autograph of His Highness Little Star.

At first glance, it looks like a limited edition "Blue Dragon Figure". With the craftsmanship and the materials used to make the model, it would be worth nearly 10,000 gold coins if left on the market.

"Tanred! You idiot brother! Beat you to death!"

Little Gianna was so excited that she crushed the melting hilt of the magic sword in her hand on the spot.

She glanced at Alsace, who was limping up, and without saying much, grabbed his wrist and jumped back into the portal she opened.

This deceitful style must be the work of the idiot brother.

Nasty Black must have slipped into Northshire Abbey by now, and he's got everyone to his advantage, damn it! The stinky brother is the most annoying thing!

I skipped school and asked for leave and came here to stop him from doing something wrong!

Damn it!

No wonder Dean Lanyue was so quick to approve the leave this time. The cunning dean must have guessed the outcome of this battle. No wonder she so generously assured others that Nassalas College would never get involved in this dispute.

She was sure that the bad brother would win.

I just don’t know if it’s too late to teleport back now? ——

"Shua"

Black spread his wings while hiding in mid-air, allowing himself to make a circle and pause in the air from the super-fast fall caused by jumping off the cliff of the Burning Plains.

He glanced at the sky, and the sky that had carried him over was quickly escaping from this airspace.

The brief stay just now has already attracted the attention of several golden Valkyries.

The stinky pirate is not worried about the sky being unable to escape. No one can catch his bird as fast as it flies. The most troublesome thing is below.

In his pre-selected fall zone, by the large waterfall on the edge of the valley in North County Monastery, there was a group of heavily armed Stormcast Heroes stationed there.

The tallest one among them can clearly see his face from a long distance.

In fact, you can tell his identity just by looking at the storm sword with flying rainbows in his hand. He is the gatekeeper of Valargar Fortress and Odin's war pioneer Heimdall.

Not only were heroic warriors patrolling around this guy, there were also several storm dragons flying around carrying heroic dragon knights.

Obviously, the "back door" of the valley where the North County Monastery is located has also been heavily fortified by the righteous people gathered here today.

The pirate grinned, and even took the initiative to remove his shadow disguise, flapping his wings and gliding to the ground in front of a group of vigilant heroes.

The heroic warriors on the ground quickly discovered the stinky pirates in the sky. Several archers grabbed the thunder-cast battle bows in their hands and set up the iron arrows shining with the light of the runes.

The arrowhead alone is about the size of a human head.

There was also a group of heroic berserkers who drew out their throwing spears and flying axes. With just one command, they could chop Blake into pieces as he was gliding down in the sky with nowhere to hide.

But before they shot, Heimdall, who was wearing a heavy helmet of heroic spirits, raised his hand and pressed it on the bow raised by the heroic warrior beside him. The meaning of this action was obvious.

So the next moment, all the heroic spirits put down their weapons.

They watched with flashing thunder eyes as Blake landed leisurely, right in front of their line.

"Get out of the way!"

The smelly pirate held his pipe in his mouth and moved his shoulders and said:

"Do you still want me to say any secret words? Didn't His Majesty Odin tell you to 'do things well' before you came?"

"The Lord of War personally told me to satisfy all your reasonable and unreasonable demands."

Heimdall's deep voice came from under the helmet.

He stood in front of Blake with his storm sword and did not give in. The huge heroic giant said in a deep voice:

"But the Lord of War also told me that I must bring a definite message back to the Hall of Valor. The broken sword stained with the aura of Lord Aggramar brought back by the warrior Finna alone is not enough to win the trust of the Titan Guardians.

This is not only what Lord Odin means, but also what Lord Leiden means. "

"You stone and steel heads are so annoying!"

Blake blew out a smoke ring, waved his hands and said:

"Argus is suspended in the sky of Draenor. My brothers and I personally brought that demon world here. You can send your Valkyries and Tol'vir across the Dark Portal to see it with your own eyes.

As for the assurance Odin and Raiden need

Just go back and tell him. "

The smelly pirate pulled the wooden box on his back and walked forward, whispering:

"There is more than just a fallen titan in that world and that throne. Although Lord Sargeras is still fighting against the void at the end of the physical universe, he hides something quite terrifying in the burning throne of Argus.

Odin and Raiden will get their wish!

After I finish handling a few trivial matters in Azeroth, I will return to Argus with them, you and the draenei, and we can even find a way to fight the demons there.

Of course, I think that situation is basically impossible to happen.

Demons are not that stupid.

How long will it take for you to gather all your strength and step into the stars to rescue your Shaper? "

the pirate asked.

Heimdall didn't answer immediately, the giant just stepped aside to get out of the way.

This action made all the Thundercast Heroes behind him look at each other. They had all heard the story of Anduin Lothar, and they all believed that this soul deserved a place in the Hall of Valor.

This is also the main purpose of their arrival in the human world today. They want to protect the soul of this great man from the temptation of darkness.

but now.

What's happening here?

Why did Lord Heimdall let this guy carrying the Dark Thing on his back cross the defense line so easily?

"You must be wondering if Odin is crazy."

Black felt the suspicion of the heroic spirits, and he shouted loudly before disappearing into the shadows:

"This concession does not mean that the Lord of War has given up on Anduin Lothar. In fact, His Majesty Odin just saw clearly the path that soul must walk.

His fate is closely related to this world.

As for you

Heroic Spirits, instead of wasting time doubting me here, I think you should seize the time to sharpen your swords and guns and train your combat skills, because the Legion of Heroic Spirits prepared by Odin for Ragnarok will soon welcome your birth. mission to carry.

Heroic spirits."

The stinky pirate laughed and said;

"You must follow your leader and join me in going to the stars to save a group of gods! Who would refuse such glory? Will you?"

His voice disappeared as his body disappeared into the shadows. At this moment, all the heroic warriors were immersed in the prophecy of glory brought by the stinky pirates.

Each of them was so excited that their bodies were shaking, and they looked at their leader Heimdall.

The gatekeeper of the Hall of Valor sensed those longing glances.

He didn't say yes or no, he just ordered as usual:

"Open the Rainbow Bridge! Legion of Heroes, we withdraw to Valajar. There are many things to do next, but the supreme glory is calling!"

"Hmm! Long live!"

Heimdall's response was equivalent to confirming that Black's prophecy was true, which instantly made all the heroic warriors who were still lost just now feel morale high.

They cheered and roared as they stepped into the rainbow bridge that opened in front of them.

Although a bit cold-blooded.

But at this moment, no one really cared about Anduin Lothar's fate anymore.

The pirate made a deal with Odin, and the trade item was Lothar's soul.

Apparently, Blake's generous offer easily convinced the Lord of War to give up the great man's soul.

The stinky pirate who easily passed through the heroic defense line hummed a song and walked leisurely in the shadow of the tight position. He even had time to touch a few bulging wallets.

The sudden retreat of the Heroic Spirit Legion instantly alarmed the frontline battlefield of North County Monastery. The shining Rainbow Bridge no longer brought hope this time, but instead cast a terrible shadow on the hearts of the leaders.

The paladins on the front line were frantically returning to defend, but the undead would not give them this chance.

At this moment, even the weak Black Knights saw that Black's secret operation was getting better, and the seemingly invincible Alliance of Order panicked!

Hahaha, this impossible evil adventure actually has any hope of success?

"Come on!"

Eredin, Lord of the Black Knights, leaps from hiding.

His ornate and dark war helmet was still stained with grass clippings from hiding, but at this moment Eredin, as a businessman, keenly grasped the opportunity to "make a name for himself".

He roared and led the black knights to charge with an unprecedented heroic attitude. Although two or three knights holding sacred objects were knocked down on the spot as soon as he rushed out, what does it matter?

The reputation of the Black Spirit Pirates will soon spread throughout the world with today's drastic changes.

Hahaha, they are going to be awesome too.

Sure enough, it’s great to have a big character and earn reputation achievements!

The frontline battlefield was already in chaos. Under the relentless stalking of the undead, the Paladins and Iron Horse Knights could not retreat at all. The Uncrowned Ones who had been hiding also began to take action.

Under the command of red-haired Jack, with Valeela and Tao Ya as the vanguard, they emerged from the shadows and messed up the mage position in North County in a short time, making large-scale teleportation impossible. implement.

Everything comes down to the last minute.

The key to victory lies in the chapel where Lothar's coffin is placed.

Although Black was the only one there, no one could doubt that their master and their captain would cede victory at this last moment.

"puff"

Amidst the splatter of blood, Archmage Antonidas tried his best to hold up the shield of arcane magic and time, and then at the last moment he teleported himself out from the pull of the void rift.

But before he could stand firm, a cold dog fang pierced the archmage's waist and abdomen from behind like a ghost in the form of a "poisonous flying knife of justice".

Not fatal.

But the pirate who then appeared grabbed the handle of the dog tooth and stabbed it in again with a powerful and heavy kidney blow, almost crushing the old mage's left kidney.

However, considering Master Antonidas's age, he probably won't be able to use this thing anymore.

Just break it, it's not a big problem.

"Old man, don't get excited, don't move around, my poison-filled knife is pressed against your internal organs. If there is any scratch or anything, I will be charged with assassinating the ruler of Dalaran. .”

The smelly pirate supported the pale archmage with a gentle gesture. It took him a while to subdue the strong old man.

He is here today to celebrate the Lich King's ascension to the throne. This is probably a delicacy, and he is not here specifically to kill people, so it is best if there are no casualties.

For such a grand coronation, there must be enough spectators.

"Come, sit here and cover this place! Yes, press hard and don't let go, otherwise you will bleed profusely."

Black respectfully helped the staggering archmage to the bench of the monastery and asked him to sit there. The moment he pulled away the blade, Antonidas's face turned pale.

"This is the best viewing seat. Don't say I don't take care of you in the future."

Black grinned and patted the Archmage on the shoulder, while wiping the blood on the blade on the luxurious robe. He turned around with the Devourer's Fang.

He knew that Lothar was in the hall less than fifty yards away in front of him.

But it was not easy to walk those fifty yards.

On the left in front of him was the sullen Chi-Ji Celestial, and on his right was Tyrande Windspeaker holding the Moon God War Bow.

The good news is that the High Priest of the Moon came alone. Except for the moon owl Lord Dolisul who accompanied her, she did not bring the baby Great Druid that she had tamed ten thousand years ago.

The bad news is that, judging from the level of the Moon God's light shrouded in Tyrande's body, it is obvious that the High Priest of the Moon has no intention of letting go in the subsequent obstruction.

Blake glanced at the useless knife in his other hand that felt that the strong enemy had become weak. He shrugged and inserted the sharp blade back into the weapon buckle on his waist.

He has arrived at the land of prophecy at the time of prophecy, and the fate programmed by him has come to be revealed.

No weapons will be needed for what happens next.

He just raised his hands and said to the two demigods in front of him:

"We don't have much time, so let me use my best prediction to convince you. Give me two minutes, you two, and I will make you give way obediently."

Tyrande reached out and touched his forehead, and the more majestic moonlight swayed out, dispersing all the shadows that were enough to hide. The Chi-Ji God flapped his wings, and the blazing fire of hope surrounded his eyes, blocking all the ways for Black to escape.

"You can try, pirate."

So said the high priest.