Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"What on earth did you do? Make those Croku so angry?"

On the way to the Annihran melting pool, Old Fording, who was riding a Fel Talbu sheep, curiously said to Black beside him:

"I saw how they were roaring and wanted to chop you to death on the spot. I thought something had happened. If Akama hadn't stopped them, we would have been expelled from their camp."

"No, I have discretion."

Blake pouted and said:

"The Kroku Breakers in the Krokuun region followed Illidan into the Burning Throne. It was their most magnificent victory in twenty-five thousand years, which allowed them to send many old and weak people to Germany. Llano resides.

Therefore, they worshiped Illidan and joined the Illidari as a servant army together with the Graytongue clan.

Even for my brother Dan's sake, they won't do anything to us.

What's more, Crokus are not stupid either.

Especially Chief Hatton, that old boy who is as old as Velen is cunning.

Its people have made a new life in Draenor, and it knows that it is tied to us. Although it still doubts our combat effectiveness and our will to fight, Croku will never find a better partner than us. or.

So even if I break their sacred objects, they will not give up cooperation. "

"In just such a short time, you broke someone else's sacred object?"

Uther on the other side shook his head and said:

"How come you weren't beaten to death? If they want to beat you, we will never stop them. You are too bad."

"How to speak?"

The pirate said unhappily:

"I broke the rocks for their own good.

Although the stone can still protect them now, once the thing on the opposite side of the stone 'breaks out of its shell', these already miserable Croku may be buried overnight for the final corruption of this world.

If they have a conscience, they should thank me. "

"Well, I'm familiar with this plot."

Old Fording stuffed the dried meat in his hand into his mouth, looked at the uncomfortable evil wilderness around him, and suddenly said:

"Just like you tricked us into going to the Desert of Silithus to fight for you, and we have to thank you afterwards. You are always so cunning and can wrap your private interests under a glorious banner. Under such conditions, people can’t even complain.”

"Very good. It seems that you are already familiar with my style of doing things. You have a bright future, old Fording."

Blake was not ashamed to praise and said:

"You will definitely become the pillar of the Holy Light Church in the future. I have already seen that bright future. Maybe the Human Empire will erect a statue of a great man for you in the future."

"The Illidari are in position!"

Just as Blake was bickering with the two great knights, General Maraad expertly rode a Tabu sheep and rushed over from the rift in front. The serious Draenei garrison said to the paladins and pirates in front of him:

"Illidan personally led them to ambush around the Annihran molten pool, ready to launch an attack at any time, and the Croku mountain hunters and assassins were already in place.

But the demons in that place have set up three lines of defense. It is difficult for a small number of us to rush in quickly. And the bad news is that in addition to the Dreadlords patrolling there, there are also several brutal abyss lords sitting there.

That's a tough nut to crack. "

"Nonsense, that place is called Annihran Lava Pool. Just by the name, you can tell that it is the place where the big-ass abyss lords take a magma bath. Isn't it normal for a few abyss lords to sit here?

how?

As the commander of the garrison, have you never killed an abyss lord alone before? "

Black rolled his eyes and glanced again at Grom Hellscream, who was following behind him, riding on the Tabu sheep and coughing constantly but holding back the pain.

He said:

"This is why I must bring Chief Grom here. I hope he can seize the time to practice with the ordinary Abyss Lord, find the feel of the Giant Slayer, and review the headshot skills of Blood Roar.

Maybe you'll need it later. "

"I don't mind killing two big-assed demons for a taste, ahem, I just doubt whether you can keep up with my ahem killings. Ahem."

Grom is still as bad-tempered as ever.

However, he has become so thin that he has lost his appearance and now it is difficult for him to even utter a complete sarcastic sentence.

If they hadn't seen how powerful Grom's Elimination Blade was before, even old Fording and Uther, who had been fighting with the greenskins for many years, would have felt that this guy was not far from death.

He is like a torch that is about to burn out.

Even if there is not enough fuel, he is still trying his best to burn himself while severely scalding others.

"You'd better say a few words less and save some energy."

Blake made a sad expression, covered his face and said:

"I'm really afraid that you'll be too excited and accidentally cough up your lungs. You should know that in your situation, a sip of devil's blood can actually restore you to your strongest state immediately, right?"

"Shua"

The blood-red skull battle ax was swung like a whirlwind, and it was in front of the pirates. The burst of murderous aura made the tabu sheep, who were very angry and infected by the evil energy, so scared that their hooves weakened.

Black's words seemed to have touched Grom's taboo. The orc chief stared at him under his messy hair and said viciously:

"I won't drink that stuff again. Don't mention it in front of me!"

"I hope so."

The pirate winked and stopped irritating Grom. Then, he glanced at the Annihlan molten pool not far ahead, gestured to everyone, and said:

"Okay, put your weapons away and I'll take you in."

After saying that, Blake opened his mouth and shouted towards the nearby area.

There were obviously movements of speaking but no sound came out. Only the sin monuments carried by a few people shone a little, which meant that the void force had just impacted them.

At the pirate's summons, a group of lower-level demons whose minds he had previously controlled quickly gathered from hiding places around them. Each one of them maintained a fierce attitude but was very docile by the pirate's side.

Blake took out a chain and clicked it on his wrist, then threw the chain to the demon beside him, then picked up the dirt from the ground and wiped it on his face and body, making a miserable and embarrassed prisoner's posture.

His action made everyone else understand what he was thinking.

So everyone followed suit.

Soon, a group of arrogant lower-level demons pushed a group of captured intruder prisoners into the outermost position of the Annihran molten pool.

Several demons wanted to take over the prisoners, but they were severely beaten by the arrogant and angry guards commanding the demon guards beside them.

The lucky bastard shouted in the envious eyes of other demons that he wanted to send these spies of the Holy Light Legion to the Lord of the Abyss as food and receive the reward.

The demons in this hellish place of Krokuun always deal with the weak Krokuun, and they rarely have the opportunity to make real military exploits.

These bastards didn't know where they caught these real paladins. Depending on their merits, they might be transferred to the Antolan Wasteland to participate in the real war of destruction.

For the cruel and chaotic demons by nature, only participating in war can satisfy their frenzied desire for destruction, and only by plundering souls in war can they grow in power faster.

Therefore, in the Burning Legion, the demons who are sent to the fringes to idle are all unlucky ones who have offended their superiors. Those cannon fodder who can be sent to the cruel front lines are the ones who are favored by their superiors and are willing to die.

These cruel things are exactly the opposite of the war model in the mortal world. It can only be said that there are quite terrible cultural differences.

"Front."

Being escorted under the greedy gaze of a group of demons who deliberately made all kinds of weird noises to scare people, Uther, who was walking inside the position, raised his head. The knight, whose face was stained with black ash and mud and whose hair was deliberately messed up, quickly I discovered several lower-level Dreadlords patrolling the second line of defense ahead.

He whispered a warning to Blake, and the pirate winked, not to be afraid, and continued forward.

When approaching several lower-level fear demons who stepped forward to check, Blake raised his head and looked at the fear demons with his eyes that were filled with purple light. He easily pulled them into the temptation of the phantom sound in the void.

Nathrezim is indeed nearly immune to mental magic, but the resistance of the lower-level Dread Lords has its limits.

Faced with an ancient god who could obviously fight his way in but insisted on playing a nasty game of Metal Gear Solid, it was really difficult for them to discover Blake's disguise.

This is equivalent to racing a wheelchair with a Ferrari. Let’s not talk about whether we win or not. Do you think this intensity of the match is appropriate?

"We take over the prisoners!"

Several Nasrezim shook their heads on the spot, and then decisively took over the control of several prisoners with harsh voices, and even clashed with the demon guards who were unwilling to be robbed of their credit.

Amid the howls of a group of chaotic demons for fun, the two sides fought on the spot.

This small chaos spread quickly, until nearly a hundred nearby demons of all kinds were swept in to form a sizable chaos. Black and his party took advantage of the chaos and were led into An by the lower-level fear devil almost without hindrance. The deepest part of the Nehland molten pool.

After avoiding the lava pool where several abyss lords bathed, the pirates and paladins walked into the fortress deep in the demonic defense line. When they approached here, even without the death knight's perception, they clearly felt something. A cold breath of death was impacting their sanity.

The Helm of Dominance is above this fortress!

"Isn't this too easy?"

After entering this demon fortress, Old Fording already felt that something was wrong. He easily broke away from the chains in his hands and said to several other paladins in a depressed tone:

"It seems we were really unlucky and jumped into a trap."

"No, we jumped into the trap on our own initiative. This has nothing to do with being unlucky."

Uther pulled out the Silver Hand hammer with his backhand, Maraad also silently put on his Immovable Mark ring, and other paladins drew their weapons one after another.

They were ready for battle.

Black made a gesture and asked several lower-level Dreadlords to guard the door. They went up the empty stairs and soon reached the second floor of this quiet fortress.

There are black demon cages all over here, each cage contains a Kroku Breaker, and there are several strange-looking Draenei lying in several cages.

When he saw them, Maraad's eyes suddenly widened and he exclaimed:

"Pure Eredar. Each one has been cast by light. These are the legendary warriors of the Holy Light Legion! They are really imprisoned here!"

But the eyes of old Fording, Uther and Black have been attracted by something else.

A war helmet.

A full-face war helmet forged from strange gray-black steel, with seven spikes on the top, symmetrically shaped into a crown of thorns and surrounded by strange devil horns.

On the front of the top of the helmet is an artistically carved devil spike carving with sharp horns.

The front part of this war helmet is shaped into a weird skull shape, and there is an inscription of the command rune on the forehead and a drop-shaped gemstone inlaid on it.

That thing shines with alternating blue and green light. Although it is not worn and is just placed on a platform that exudes cold air, when you look directly into the black eyes of the helmet, you will feel like Staring directly into the reflection of the abyss of death.

It's chilling.

"Helm of Dominance!"

Uther shouted, gripped the hammer tightly and was about to step forward, but was grabbed by Black. The pirate drew out the Salamani sword and said:

"It's not just that thing. Hey! I saw you, get out!"

The pirates' scoldings carried a strong void impact. In the collision of invisible forces, the mind-corrosive aftermath "exploded" the three Nasrezim fear lords hidden around the Helm of Command.

These three guys are obviously Blake's "old acquaintances".

The one at the front was Balnazzar with his arms folded and a cold expression on his face.

The one on the left is Tichondrius, who is stroking the Helm of Command and making a weird laugh, and the one on the right is Mal'Ganis, whose eyes are breathing fire as he stares at Black.

The three Dread Lords of the Burning Legion who could be invited appeared together to "dedicate" Black, which especially shows the "noble status" of the foul pirate in the hearts of the Nasrezim group.

"I know you guys are unwilling to fail."

Blake leaned on Salamani and said in a bored tone, as if he had encountered a disgusting brown candy:

"What? Are you ready to fight me in Argus? Are you sure you have the strength? Maybe I should remind you that you lost your queen to me in the last disastrous defeat!"

The pirate made a provocative gesture, rubbed his fingers, and said in a strange tone:

"Haha, I have to say, Jin Taisha is really smooth."

"Just blow it."

Balnazzar would respond disdainfully:

"If you had really slept with that crazy woman, you wouldn't have made such a childish provocation. From what I know about Jin Tessa, she could eat you up bite by bite on the bed.

The woman had teeth in every mouth. "

"Hehehe"

This obscene nathrezim joke made Tichondrius laugh so hard that the cunning thing rubbed its paws and shot sparks in the air.

It looked at Blake with its pale cheeks and said with a ferocious smile:

"Stop talking nonsense to him, Balnazar, this bastard doesn't know what he's going to face yet. He foolishly stepped into our ridiculous trap. I thought he was always very sensible.

In the end, he's just a fool.

Come, summon the Garothian legions of Kingaroth and destroy these ridiculous alien warriors. You are too far from home, little ones, and you will die here without your identity or name.

We're not welcome!

Hahaha, don't worry.

We will take good care of your family. "

"Blake, we also know that you, the incompetent bastard, filed a complaint!"

Mal'Ganis shouted:

"As long as you can leave here alive, then we will admit defeat! We will deliver the Helm of Command as promised."

"Buzz"

In the evil laughter of the three fear devils, their figures turned into bats flying in the sky and disappeared together with the helmets of command.

The pirate raised his head and saw that the dome of the devil's fortress was quickly burned by flames falling from the sky. Then a terrifying red enhanced version of the magic mecha fell from the sky. He raised his fists and smashed on the fortress, destroying the devil's fortress with one blow. Most of it collapsed.

This is just the beginning.

When the paladins rushed out of the collapsed fortress with the weak prisoners of the Holy Light Legion and Croku prisoners in disgrace, there were already twelve magic mechas and Seven abyss lords and thousands of demons are surrounding them.

Calculating purely in terms of numbers, people like Blake would have to kill more than a thousand demons on average before they could escape.

Or they could do nothing and pray to the Light in the midst of a horde of demons that want to eat them, hoping for a miracle.

"What exactly is your plan?"

Seeing the demons crowding around him, Uther grabbed his war hammer and said to Black beside him:

"It's time, don't hide it by any means. Didn't you say that stepping into a trap is a sign of respect for the trap? We respect it enough now, what's next?"

"Pray to the Light that we can escape today."

Blake rolled her eyes and said.

This bastard even put away his weapon, apparently not planning to fight the demons at all.

"You are kidding?"

Old Fording scolded and roared.

Then he saw Blake kneeling down to pray like the Paladins did. The bastard didn't even know where to find a string of holy light rosary beads.

"Codes!"

The paladin was forced to swear. He felt that he was really dizzy putting all his hopes on a crazy pirate. Black would not die, but they were not sure.

So several paladins immediately prepared for a decisive battle. Before the fight, Old Fording prayed to the Holy Light for victory and complained bitterly about Black's unreliability.

This is just a process.

The Paladins didn't expect to really get a response from the Holy Light, but today was different.

The moment Old Fording finished praying, he clearly heard a voice that seemed to come from the light, a very familiar voice.

"Back off!"

"Um?"

Old Fording looked at the sky in surprise. He saw a little golden light shining in the dark sky. He exclaimed:

"Mograine?"

"No!"

Blake grinned, threw aside the disguise props in his hand, and said:

"I think at this time, you should call him 'Archbishop' with full respect."