Shadow Trails in Azeroth

After hearing that Grom almost died of a heart attack, Jarod Shadowsong immediately sent several of the best doctors in the coalition to treat the orc chief.

It's not that the elves like the orcs very much, but the main reason is that Grom Hellscream has a high reputation in the orc army. Once something happens to him before the war, it will definitely be a terrible blow to the morale of the orc warriors.

And Grom's body is indeed too weak.

Among the older generation of orcs, he is one of the older ones. Drek'Thar, who is more than ten years older than him, is said to need a wheelchair to walk.

It's easy to get weak like this when you get older, not to mention that Grom was the first guy to drink demon blood. As we all know, the first sip of any drink is the richest in the essence of the soup.

The pure demonic blood he drank gave him great strength, but also hid terrible hidden dangers. To be honest, with his physical condition, he could survive so many battles and still not die. It's a "medical miracle".

"How on earth did you make him so excited? Do you know that he is an old man? If he hadn't been unwilling, I would have brought him a wheelchair this time."

After hearing that his father almost died, Shao Shaoxia, who was supervising the battle on the front line, "borrowed" a gryphon and ran back.

When this orc boy saw his old man lying on the bed being treated by several elf priests and troll witch doctors in turn, with a dwarf breathing mask that filtered evil energy on his face, he wanted to kill the culprit Black with his own hands.

Facing Young Master Ho's red eyes, Black shrugged his shoulders, holding his pipe in his mouth and said:

"Is this how you talk to your fleet commander? Let Maim whip you when you get back! You lawless bastard. Besides, your dad is not in pain, he is just too excited.

He learned from me that the last enemy in his life was about to arrive at Krokuun, and he was so excited that he wanted to run out and blast the heads of several abyss lords to get a feel for it.

But it’s my fault that his health isn’t good? "

Blake put his hands on his hips and said to Shao Shaoxia:

"You also know that no one can stop this bastard's heart of war. Isn't it just for this moment that he secretly prayed to Odin for the berserker's immortal blessing?

Don't worry, little boy.

Your father will not die until he kills the saboteur with his own hands.

However, I think you should find him a sturdy and durable wheelchair. With his current condition, you will probably have to push him to the battlefield. "

"Destroyer? Maronos?"

Shao Shao shouted in surprise with his eyes widened, but the name he shouted made the unconscious Grom shake violently, causing the elf priest and troll witch doctor to glare at Shao Xia at the same time.

What are you doing?

Didn't you see that we were rescuing the wounded?

Everyone who has nothing to do with it, get out!

Under the stern gaze of the doctors, Black and Shao Shaoxia left Grom's room in despair.

After learning that his father was about to get what he wanted, Shao Shao was half excited and half worried. Under the urging of the pirates, he went to find the dwarfs in charge of logistics to build a sturdy wheelchair for his father that could go on the battlefield.

"Hey, what did you just say to that Dread Lord?"

The pirates watched Shaoxia Hou leave with his axe. He was about to join his assassins when a deep, hoarse voice suddenly appeared behind him.

This made Blake's face fall quickly.

He said:

"There's no need for you to be so mysterious in front of me, my dear Brother Egg. Besides, you know that there are Dreadlords lurking in the camp, why don't you kill them?

Have you changed your temper? "

"I let them roam the camp after I realized that you and the Dreadlord had probably made some nasty pact."

Illidan Stormrage, who had just returned from hunting, shook the demon blood from his demonic claws. He showed a deep and weird smile and said:

"If you don't plan to sell us all to the devil, then I can basically confirm that the Dread Lord at this point in time is not our enemy.

Tell me, what did the Dread Lord tell you? "

"Ha, you guessed it right."

Blake turned around and showed a vicious villain attitude. He geared up and said:

"In fact, I have secretly surrendered to Lord Sargeras. The Dark Titan gave me an order to gather all the rebels in Azeroth to Argus, and then I will personally summon him and let him kill you with one sword. All were hacked to death.

Feel honored, bastards.

The Dark Titan himself will come here to reap your foolish little lives. "

"Um, is that so?"

Illidan nodded seriously, moved the alienated demon wings on his back, and said:

"So, this is the strategy of the Burning Legion? To lure the enemy deeper? Then this battle will be a sure win no matter how it is fought?"

"Winning is just a result, the important thing is the process. We win by defeating the demons, and the demons kill everyone and then take the initiative to retreat, which is also a win. But can this be the same?"

Blake snorted, picked up his pipe and said:

"Archimund is here. I'm sure that bastard is coming for me. He also summoned Maronos, who is also your 'old acquaintance'.

But with Grom Hellscream, the old slasher king, we don’t need to worry about the abyss overlord.

I also found top cannon fodder from the Legion of Light!

She can help us hold off Archimonde, and there is also an old madman on Mac'Aree's side who volunteers to help us stop the ravages of the Defiler, so there is only one task left for us, my dear Brother Egg.

We have to find a way to get rid of that Fel Heart and get your Illidari ready. This is going to be a real tough battle, and maybe everyone will die there. "

"We investigated."

When it came to business, Illidan was very serious. He said to Black:

"The heart spring of the Evil Heart is deep in the fortress. It is impossible to sneak in under normal circumstances. We must find a way to get close to it after the frontal battlefield begins.

Leave it to me and my hunters, and no matter what the sacrifice, we will do it.

But before the battle begins, I need to change weapons. "

The great demon hunter finally told the reason why he came to look for Black. He said softly with some embarrassment:

"It's not that the Warglaive of Azzinoth I'm using now is not good, it's just that it can't continue to help me defeat those powerful enemies in the next battle.

My glaives come from a demon. When I first obtained this pair of glaives from the Doom Lord Azzinoth, I also heard a legend from the demon.

A legend about the Demon Hunter's Holy Blade.

It is said that the Burning Legion has many powerful war blades in its collection. Those war blades have strange powers, but they are not cast by demons but come from a destroyed civilization.

The Warglaives of Azzinoth were simply daemon imitations of those powerful warglaives.

Now that we are in the land of demons, we still have some time before the war begins. Maybe you and I can find a way to complete an arms upgrade for the Illidari? "

"Ha, I knew that you, a heartless bastard, would never take the initiative to chat with me. It turns out you want to use my treasure-hunting power for free."

The pirate said sarcastically. He rummaged through his luggage and finally found a magic crystal that recorded a secret location. He tossed it up and down in his hand, blew out a smoke ring and said:

"You're lucky. I happen to have the location where the Aldrazi Warglaives are hidden. This is the big secret that the weak bounty hunter on the Draenor battlefield told me just to beg for a living.

But I can't give them to you for free, right? "

"I'm a notorious pauper."

Illidan said calmly:

"As demon hunters, we adhere to the principles of honesty and poverty. All external enjoyment is harmful to hunters. I can't give you anything good in return, Black.

Our base camp, the Dark Temple, was given to us by you.

How about we help you kill a few people? "

"Not only do you not pay, but you also want to steal the work of my assassins? You are really bad."

Blake curled his lips and complained, then casually crushed the magic crystal to obtain the secret location, and said:

"Let's go, the devil's treasure house where those weapons are hidden is deep inside the Nasrax Fortress. Let's go there, just think of it as a final reconnaissance before the war."

After saying that, the pirate took off on the spot on the devil's wind, and Illidan spread his wings and jumped into the sky with the ferocious attitude of a demon hunter.

The two flew towards the demon fortress at the forefront of the war at extremely fast speeds, without any language exchange along the way, until they saw the permanent fortress that had been defended by demons in layers.

Jarod Shadowsong's simultaneous attacks in two directions have captured the Angle of Destiny and the Edge of Despair. The anti-demon coalition has captured the demon's position here, and several light-forged mechas from the Holy Light Legion have provided fire support to suppress them. Demonic invasion.

These shining golden armors, which were transformed from Draenei guard structures mixed with Naaru black technology, are powerful in firepower. Their right arms are miniature versions of the main cannon of the Holy Light Judger, and they can carry up to Rain of Holy Light.

The only regret is that this Holy Light war machine is cumbersome to make, and driving it requires extremely high engineering skills, and the Holy Light Legion doesn't have many left in its hands.

"Archimund hasn't come yet, but the Lord of the Abyss is coming."

Blake in the air summoned shadows to cover his body. He looked down at the demon fortress. After seeing that the evil magma under the ground was constantly being summoned to form a molten pool to block the advance of the anti-demon coalition, he tore it apart in the air. A weak crack in the void said to Illidan beside him:

"Control your uncontrollable murderous intent, my dear demon hunter, we are here to steal things, not to drive Wushuang, you follow me.

There is no need to draw the knife during the whole process. "

"Um."

Illidan nodded and followed Black into the dangerous rift.

After more than ten seconds of extremely uncomfortable walking in the void, they quietly crossed the demon front line and slipped into the Nasrax Fortress under the eyes of a group of big ass people who were bathing comfortably in the magma. fringe areas.

This place is still some distance away from the fortress where the Fel Heart is stored. As described in the information given by Soul Hunter Imenar, this place appears to be very remote. People who don't know the inside story will definitely ignore this place after entering the fortress.

It seems that the demons are also very knowledgeable.

They know how to hide things without being noticed.

"It's right here."

The pirate looked around and released his psychic perception to ensure that anyone approaching would be sensed by him immediately. He took out the lockpicking tool and walked towards the closed door surrounded by demonic runes that led to the underground.

While performing the basic operations of the thieves, he said to Illidan who was standing nearby on lookout:

"I thought about it on the way. Although you are very poor, the rules are the rules. If I help, I will get paid. You have to change your weapons anyway, right?

Give me your pair of war blades. "

The pirates didn’t pretend either, and said frankly:

"You know, as the Moon Night War God, I also need to use some handy weapons when I transform into a Black Moon Warrior. Although Ms. Elune gave me the ability to turn the war bow into a moon war blade, that gorgeous-looking thing It's really uncomfortable to use.

Maybe your glaive is suitable for me to use when I transform. "

"What do you want this for?"

Illidan said in surprise:

"Do you have enough weapons on you?

I heard that you gave your pirate holy blade to your demon servants. You also have hunting relics like the Spear of the Wild and divine swords like Salamani.

My war blade is far inferior to the weapon in your hand in terms of grade and lethality.

If you are just looking for a handy weapon, then after you open this door, you can also pick out the Aldaci Warblade stored inside.

I heard that those strange war blades have the powerful ability to grow by devouring the essence of their enemies in battle. "

"I don't want them!"

Blake was like a stubborn child. He opened the lock and rolled his eyes and said:

"I want those two handfuls in your hand!

I know they are indeed a bit too heavy for me now, but they are a collection! understand? The power of a weapon does not come from itself, but also from its user.

The legend of the weapon's user is superimposed on the weapon, eventually becoming a part of that weapon, like the shattered Ashbringer in the hands of my idiot sister.

After Brox slashed Aggramar with it, the weapon became an eternal legend in Draenor.

When the orcs sung the myth of that weapon, they would always say that Ashbringer never referred to a weapon, or a specific person, or a specific story, it had become a glorious title.

That is a kind of inheritance of power.

You

Although you are not as legendary as Brox Saurfang, your experience is barely enough to join the ‘Legendary List’.

Collecting your weapons makes my collection more topical. "

At this point, the pirate whispered:

“I wasted years collecting them, and coming into this world as an incomplete man is the most difficult of all my regrets.

Give it to me, Illidan.

You know, I could actually grab it openly, but I still discussed it with you, right? "

"Click"

At this moment, the closed Devil's Door was easily opened by the pirates with their superb lock-picking skills. Blake stood up, moved his shoulders, and made a "please" gesture to Illidan.

The great demon hunter walked into the gloomy passage in front of him. He hesitated for a moment, waved his hand and took out his double blades. He caressed them affectionately for a few seconds, then put it to his mouth and kissed it, where it connected with the weapon. He said goodbye before handing it to Blake.

The pirate whistled, raised his two blades on the spot, and performed a standard Elf Whirlwind Slash.

In response to Illidan's astonishing perception, he jumped up on the spot and did a backflip, spreading his demon guard wings, and sprayed out purple-black void eye rims from his eyes.

The posture was exactly like that of a standard demon hunter.

Of course, ordinary hunters are far less powerful than him.

"I will take some time to remove the evil energy from the war blade, and re-infuse it with the power of the moon god so that it can become the moon war blade of the Moon Night War God. I will make it beautiful again."

Black, who was holding the Warblade of Azzinoth in both hands, waved his hands with satisfaction and said to Illidan:

"Go down and find your own pair of war blades. Don't worry, there's no one down there. This treasure house doesn't need other guards. The demons don't even dare to approach it.

But be careful yourself.

The Aldaki, who had defeated the Burning Legion head-on, poured their war will into their war blades, so that although they died, they still existed in their war blades as war spirits.

If you are not strong enough you will be killed by them.

Especially the most powerful one, which contains a fearless man who slashed Lord Sargeras."

"Huh? You said there is a weapon hidden here that has drunk the blood of the Dark Titan?"

Illidan immediately perked up.

The great demon hunter walked quickly into the darkness and said impatiently:

"Good, good, this is what I want, this is it!"