Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1612 245. The cannon fodder who brings happiness to people comes uninvited! --Additional update【1025】

Blake is gathering an army. In order to smash the most powerful fire source in the elemental realm in the shortest possible time, the stinky pirate will undoubtedly use his terrifying connections this time.

Perhaps it was due to the boring competitiveness of men, but in any case, he was particularly concerned about the cruel words he threw at the Fire Demon King last time.

He gathered guardians, dwarf gods, flame druids, earth walkers, dragons and otherworldly demigods, and relied on selling faces and bewitching to arrange three elemental legions as reinforcements.

It can be said that although the number of people in this battle is far inferior to that of the previous Battle of Dominators, the quality is not inferior at all.

The best thing is that these guys summoned by Black have some "personal grudges" with the Fire Demon King.

This means that the pirates do not need to pay even a single copper for these guys' help to ensure that they will do their best in the next battle.

"Hey, the old man lent you all these things?"

While waiting for Little Star to send someone over, Blake glanced at the large shield Muradin Bronzebeard placed beside the wine barrel. Looking at the blue light shining with the strange shape of separation and suspension, he knew that this was the Titan artifact held by Dai Lin. The Shield of Aggramar.

The pirate calmly drank a glass of wine from his personal wine barrel in front of the dwarf, leaned against the barrel again, stretched out his hand to flick the Titan's shield, and the collision of the power from the void and the power of the Titan caused a jumping ball in place. Energy waves.

He winked at Muradin and said:

"I found that your relationship with the old man is abnormally good. Speaking of which, during the last battle for the Supreme Warrior, it was you who teamed up with him.

Except for those fierce female elves, I have rarely seen an old man trust any foreigner so much. You know, that guy is actually a deeply hidden racist.

He hates all races except humans. "

"That is."

Muradin snorted proudly.

The combative dwarf prince took a swig of the wine in his hand, touched his short beard that had not grown back after being burned by the fire of creation last time, put on an "elder" air to Blake, and boasted:

"When your father still wore crotchless pants, I was his swordsmanship instructor.

During that time, I also longed for the sea. I lived in Kul Tiras for a few years. Later, after I was almost drowned by the tide, I realized that dwarves and the sea had never had a close relationship, so I bid farewell to that welcoming island country and returned. Arrive at Ironforge.

But your dad and I have indeed been friends for many years. You know, I hugged you when you were born.

Dai Lin and little Catherine asked me to be your swordsmanship instructor. This seems to be the tradition of your human kingdom, but I was following my brother around at that time and had no time to shirk it.

To be honest, this makes me regret it. "

Muradin glanced at Black and said slowly:

"If I had promised them at that time to cultivate your justice and courage by example since you were a child, you would not be like this evil person now.

This is all my fault. "

"No, no, you misunderstood me, my dear Muradin."

Blake took a sip of wine and said slowly and maliciously:

"What I mean by your relationship with the old man is that if you were a female dwarf, then I think my mother and Mrs. Jin Jian would have been hopeless for a long time. Are you right?"

"You bastard!"

Muradin angrily swung his glass to hit Black, but the pirate laughed and got out of the way.

This nasty pirate joke also made the Wildhammer and Bronzebeard dwarves gathered around Muradin burst into laughter. Being the rude dwarves they were, they decided to record this bad but funny and dirty pirate joke and pass it back to Ironforge and Eyrie Mountain.

However, although they were drinking, these brave dwarves who were determined to rush into the land of fire and fight the Lord of Fire did not take it lightly. These guys all wore the black iron dwarves' Thorium Brotherhood specially made for them in this battle. "Fire resistance equipment" created.

The strange armor forged from the heart of fire, the blood of mountains and the purest black iron ore is full of the fierce style of iron and fire of the Dark Iron Dwarves.

These armors, which are extremely resistant to fire magic due to their raw materials, also have various runes carefully engraved by Wildhammer shamans, which ensures that wearing them can fight the terrifying fire element head-on without being burned. .

The Dark Iron dwarves have been working almost non-stop in the past few days in order to forge these armors. They all know the significance of this battle to Dark Iron.

They even gave Blake a fitted suit of fire-resistant armor.

But the pirate waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need it.

If the majestic Thousand Tongue Demon is even afraid of the flames of the Fire Demon King, that would be a shame. But even though it wasn't needed, Blake still accepted the armor.

He planned to auction this thing on the pirate black market. With the craftsmanship of the master craftsmen of the Thorium Brotherhood and the Wildhammer shaman, this thing would not be worth a hundred thousand gold coins even if it was sold for its forging skills.

Then take it around the land of fire, and then give it a title of "personally participated in the epic battle to slay the Fire Demon King", and get a few scratches and burns, maybe those money are more Collectors who have nothing to spend will be willing to pay a very high price for it.

In short, mosquito legs are still meat no matter how small they are.

"I don't want these things! They'll slow me down."

In the final preparations, some Dark Iron dwarves also improvised some fire armor pieces to put on the gloomy alien demigod Ansu, but they were unable to wait for the old man to wander around in this lava land impatiently. Anzu refused.

This damn big crow is restless.

Its eyes were full of anticipation and anxiety, but there was no fear.

To be honest, every time he saw Ansu, the stinky pirate would lament in his heart how great and unreasonable love was.

Ansu, a hidden sociopath, a lonely patient who doesn't want to stay with demigods but leads a group of gangsters, a conspiracy god who is so bad that he has sores on his head and pus on his feet, can actually be so desperate for love. .

It was the right choice to use it as cannon fodder.

"Here we come!"

After waiting for more than ten minutes, with a familiar shout full of vitality, a precise portal opened on the magma floating island in the deepest part of the Molten Core.

Little Star, who was gorgeously dressed as a spell caster and put on a wizard's pointed hat, held his head high and walked out of the portal triumphantly.

Behind her is the flame druid leader Hisari Black Crow wearing a flame robe and several of her loyal followers, all of whom are covered in flames and have heavy breaths.

The bulky Cairn Bloodhoof and his good friend and think tank Hamuul Runetotem followed at the end, and the melancholy "poet" Blackhorn also brought his iconic Khaz'goroth. The hammer comes uninvited.

It seems that after getting the news, Kane took some time to contact Highmountain and asked the Antlers to send envoys.

After all, Kane has always wanted to reintegrate the tauren civilization that has been separated for many years. Without killing the Fire Lord, there is no way to drag Pandaria's huge and powerful buffalo people back from the evil belief in the flames.

This is a major event related to the reconstruction of civilization, and a character as cunning as Ulan Gaoling will not miss this opportunity.

"Ah, this scorching wind"

Under Blake's desperate gaze, Noire was really nervous after arriving at the Molten Core. He stretched out his hand to feel the scorching heat rolling around him, and then covered his heart and said:

“Reminds me of the tenderness of passion in those nights”

"Hey, who's going to take this bad-brained guy out! We're preparing for a war, and we're not going to present a theatrical performance to Ragnaros!

Isn't it enough if the holy hammer comes? Why do you want to find him?

Are we looking for a bard to add status to us?

Then why not find Halduron Brightwing, who has a more normal mind and is more handsome, to come over? "

Blake shouted, expressing his disdain and impatience towards the innocent boys who fell into madness due to lovelorn love.

But the little star next to him thinks Noire is great.

She tilted her head and looked at the melancholic Antler Niu who was very poetic. She was thinking about whether to ask Black Horn to help her write some poems for her next autobiography after the fight was over.

"Are you all ready? We are about to begin summoning the power of the Fire of Savras."

Seeing that there were so many people around, Xisali Black Crow didn't even think about whispering to Blake. She asked the others in a business-like manner.

With Blake's nod, several Flame Druids took over the duties of the Black Iron Shamans and began to summon the power of the original fire in place.

In this "broken seal" where Ragnaros' power projection had stayed and where the elemental power broke through the barrier of the material world, the flame druids had just begun to summon, and the surrounding magma lake boiled.

This is the natural connection between the followers of the Original Fire and the birthplace of the Original Fire. The resonance between the flames represents that the Original Fire used by Miss Black Crow is longing to return to the place of birth.

This resonance actively tears open a rift in the material world leading to the world of flames, and the opening of such a rift cannot even be interfered or interrupted by the Fire Demon King.

After all, the Lord of Fire is just an elemental life born from the fire of Savras. It has the power of the original fire, but it cannot represent the first flame of the world.

The smooth progress of this scene made the dwarves cheer. They all raised their weapons under Muradin's roar, and Anzu flapped his wings and was ready to rush into the realm of fire at any time.

In order to defeat the flaming tyrant faster and complete the resurrection of his lover, Ansu, who has always been proud, even allowed Little Star, Kane and others to ride on his back.

It wants to send these warriors into the world of flames as quickly as possible.

Of course, it has nothing to do with him whether they die or not.

Just when the door to the world of flames was about to open, Blake suddenly turned around and looked behind him. He felt a strange vibration of flowing water in the land of flames.

What are the tide hunters doing?

Didn't we agree to prepare the elements to directly invade the Fire Realm from the elemental plane? Why send people here at this time?

As the pirates watched, large swaths of water vapor escaped in the scorching place, like a specialized revolving door, sending a group of very familiar bastards into Black's army.

"Eh? Are you addicted to being cannon fodder?"

Blake asked in surprise:

"I didn't hire you for this battle, why did you come here on your own initiative?"

Faced with the pirate's inquiry, the Black Knight King Eredin shook his head with a dull face and a heavy heart as if he were visiting a grave. He was wearing expensive and gorgeous armor, and the weapon in his hand was also replaced by a weapon with a water element style. Hunting Tide Trident.

Under the black horn helmet, he sighed and said:

"The good news is that with your recommendation, the Lord of the Throat of the Abyss accepted our allegiance."

"The bad news is that the cunning Tidehunter thinks we should take on more responsibilities for the Hydrasian Legion to show that its 'love' for us is not groundless."

The second Black Knight curled his lips and said:

"The Tidehunters want us to join your death squads to pave the way for the entry of the Maw of the Abyss."

"It wants us to die! It also said that its last human favorite, you, could easily accomplish these things."

Black knight Lao Ba held his skeletal falcon on his arm and said something unhappy, while Lao Liu beside him was more direct and cursed in a low voice:

"Bastard Neptulon really found our 'correct usage'. Damn it, I don't know where he will be buried this time."

"Ah, this is right, my dear cannon fodder men."

The pirate blinked.

He opened his arms very enthusiastically, whistled, and said to the uninvited top cannon fodder men in Azeroth:

"Don't be so sullen, my sturdy and useful Black Knight brothers, look at your crotch-stretching strength and it can't be improved again until it reaches legend.

I don't think this is the limit of the terrifying curse that Lord Sargeras has unleashed on you. Obviously, you are too neglected to exercise, which has resulted in you not being able to realize the potential given by the Dark Titan's Gift of Death.

What I mean is that you should start some new scenarios to die, find new ways to play in new environments, and continue to die to unlock more powerful and generous powers.

My caring best friend Blake has got you covered.

In the past countless years, you have been hacked to death by knives, blasted to death by magic, drowned in water, and burned by fire, but this should be your first experience of being burned to death by the fire of Savras.

Believe me!

What doesn't kill you will only make you stronger!

Come, accept the trial of the Fire of Savras, and seek the true meaning of strength in painful death. "

After saying that, Blake shrugged, enthusiastically held the shoulders of Eredin, who was looking like water, and said to him:

"I lied to you all of the above, but you won't die anyway, why don't you try? Maybe what I said is true. If you die in the hands of a real strong person, maybe you will really die. It becomes stronger because of it.”

"Go away, bastard!"

The King of Black Knights pushed Black away, and he cursed fiercely:

"You just want to use our immortality for nothing. Now I very much suspect that the reason why the secret of our power was discovered by the tide hunters so quickly is because you were secretly passing on the information.

You bastard is the worst.

You can't see other people being nice. "

"What you said is heartless!"

Blake scolded righteously:

"I introduced you to the Tide Hunters. You were able to establish yourself in the Hydraxia Legion so quickly because of my help. You are still picky about this. You are really hateful bastards.

Gaboya, who has no bottom line, has more conscience than you. "

Amid the noisy quarrel between the two groups of pirates, the door to the Land of Fire suddenly opened at this moment. As Hisari Black Crow waved her hand forward, the door of flames quickly rotated open.

The violent fire elements poured out of the door, but before they could make their first roar of flames in the material world, they were killed by a row of flying axes thrown by the dwarves.

Then, under the roaring charge of Muradin holding the holy shield, the dwarves rushed into the land of flames with two short legs and howling as the strong wind set off by Anzu accelerated.

Black snorted, put on the arrogant attitude of a big boss, and pouted at the black knights.

The Black Spirit pirates who came here with the mood of visiting their own graves sighed. Under the command of Eredin, their knights' ghost war horses also rushed into the high-temperature flame entrance in a formation of horseshoes.

As always.

They always rush to one battlefield after another that has nothing to do with them, always rush to death for one reason after another that they don't care about at all, and always resurrect from loss in one strange place after another.

The war continues and the deaths continue.

Perhaps this is the fate of being an immortal cannon fodder.

We have obviously gained the ability to die, and we have endless life to enjoy. Why do these two happy things seem so sad when they are superimposed?

Ah, shameful death, we are visiting again.