Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Archimonde is not going to show up. The Defiler is quite pompous. Maybe it thinks it can kill us all by relying on these demons."

Watching Illidari rush into the battlefield from the flank, it only took a few minutes to shake the speed of the demon's advance. The pirate who was standing on the Thunder God's Throne "supervising the battle" suddenly curled his lips.

He didn't see the Defiler immediately appear in the attacking demonic camp. That guy actually only sent a legion warrior to attack the anti-demon coalition's front line established on the Annihlan molten pool.

I don’t know if it’s arrogance or temptation?

But Garrod chose his headquarters very well. His location was easy to defend and difficult to attack. Even the demons with a numerical advantage could not fully deploy their troops and had to charge upward against the firepower of the coalition forces.

As a result, as soon as the lower-level demons rushed through the position where a large number of dwarf mines were planted, they were hit head-on by the mage troops commanded by the Archmage Rommath.

The mages lined up along the fel ridge. There was no need to describe anything like ice storm or arcane tearing. Just throw them in places with many people.

The demons' attacking method of crowding people around didn't worry about hitting anyone.

Among them, the white-bearded old man Khadgar was the most enthusiastic. This guy didn't know what he was doing. He was showing his old age, and he actually started to grow a beard like Antonidas.

At first glance, he looks like a purple Gandalf.

Although it is more difficult to directly extract the original magic power in the twisted void in Argus than to control arcane magic, the original magic power is more violent and difficult to operate. For low-level mages, controlling such magic power is no different from committing suicide, but they can be transferred to Argus Advance Spellcasters in the military are the best among the best.

Once you are familiar with it, playing with this kind of violent magic is easy, and this kind of primitive magic is not without its benefits. The magic they create is more destructive and even beyond the control of the caster himself.

If an ordinary arcane missile is thrown out, it will turn into a terrifying thing like an "arcane battering ram".

Under the attack of the magic craze, the first wave of cannon fodder of the demons quickly dispersed, and a group of warriors of all races also took the opportunity to rush out of the battle line and reap the heads.

But the demons lost in this wave were not even a drop in the bucket for the army under Archimonde, and the big demon still did not appear.

"The evil heart is still there."

Little Xingxing, who likes to fight with the wind, just took the time to throw a few lightning whips at the demons' heads. She ran back happily with a mage hat on, and said to Blake with a worried look on her face:

“How many we kill, how many demons will be born over there.

If I were Archimonde, I wouldn't be in a hurry. I would just consume our energy with cannon fodder until we are exhausted and swarm us out. "

"So even you see this is a trap?"

Blake glanced at Little Star in surprise and wondered why this idiot was so smart today. He held his pipe in his mouth and said:

"Yes, Jarod knows that the decisive point is not in the frontal battlefield, and Archimonde also knows that if we want to win, we have to sneak into Nasrax Fortress and destroy the Fel Heart there.

The polluters are out there waiting for us.

Its ruthless commander doesn't care about the lives of lower-level demons at all. As you said, no matter how hard we kill, it's just a useless effort.

This wave of attacks is not even a test, it is a kind of 'urge'.

The polluter is inviting us into its territory. To be precise, it is inviting me. That bastard is definitely waiting to meet me and you again. "

"Me? Why does this have to do with me?"

The stupid blue dragon widened his eyes and said:

"I didn't mess with Archimonde! I haven't even met it."

"Who slapped the face of a polluter in public in Dalaran?"

The pirate glanced at the little star and said:

"Don't think you can escape. If you don't deal with Archimonde here, with the Defiler's spellcasting level, once it blocks our retreat, you will suffer.

He'll rip your skin off and bone you, and then drink your head with it, and trust me, that bastard can do that. "

"Okay! So this is your purpose!"

Little Xingxing realized that she had been tricked. She screamed and threw away the pen and paper in her hand, rushed over and pinched Blake's neck and shouted:

"You just want to force me to go to the battlefield, have you considered this kind of thing? I said why you didn't object to me running here, but why am I bothering you by being a salty fish?

You have to be happy to see me and the devil fight to the death, right?

Hate you! "

"Be normal."

Blake slapped away the crazy little star's hand, pointed to Nasrax Fortress in front of her and said:

"Let's go there! Don't worry about it here. Jarod can take care of the front line. Anyway, no matter how big the disadvantage is, it's a sure-win battle. Hey, little idiot, can you untie it?

Give me an accurate answer! "

He lowered his head and glanced at the little fish-man who was sitting at his feet, holding the box of enchantment and spinning it. Benbolba raised his head and croaked twice to Blake, and showed the twisted fish in his hand. The Mystery Box is 70% complete.

The little fishman is in good condition today, and he thinks he can untie this thing in a while.

"Very good, you will be the vanguard later!"

Black said to the little fishman with satisfaction:

"It's up to you to give Archimonde a surprise first, so that the blind demon can see how powerful the murloc is!"

"Quack!"

Ben Bolba thought this idea was a great one.

It lowered its head again and started to spin the puzzle box. Anyway, it didn't rely on technical skills to play this thing, but relied on luck. As long as you were lucky, you could crack it open by twisting it casually.

Little Xingxing reluctantly drove the Thor Throne filled with dwarf cameras towards the Nasrax Fortress. Halfway through the journey, the pirate activated the Crown of Governor suspended behind his head, and the second The shadow of the film world is fixed on itself.

He asked the little star to lower its altitude and cover the group of people speeding below into the mobile barrier, completely disappearing from the demons' perception and heading towards the Nasrax Fortress like non-existent guests.

"Garrosh! Push your father and run faster!"

Blake shouted downwards in mid-air:

"I won't care about you if you're falling behind. You're so young. Are you so slow to push a wheelchair? Are you using too much force on Agna?"

"Shut up! You stinky pirate!"

Shao Shaoxia, who was running below and pushing Grom Hellscream's wheelchair to almost a hundred miles, cursed angrily at the sky.

Damn it, Krokuun's road is so difficult. The wheels of his father's Titan Iron wheelchair are rubbing with sparks, but the speed just can't come up. Damn it.

The others were galloping on Tabu sheep, and the group of demon hunters were even more outrageous. They were flying.

The fact that Young Hero Ho can run so fast while pushing a wheelchair proves the strength of the orc warriors. It seems that he has been training himself a lot during this period. Of course, Grom is still not satisfied with his "propulsion speed".

The orc eldest father, who had been violent all his life, wanted to use his blood roar to "accelerate" his weak son, but sitting in a wheelchair, he could already feel the long-dried demonic blood in his body reviving.

Those poisonous things seemed to sense their villainous master, and they began to flow through Grom's body again.

This made the orc chief's eyes turn red, and his breathing became heavy. The growth of the demon blood did not bring much power, but it was like the power that had been exerted on the "Throne of the Benefactor" that had been opened by suffering. The familiar feeling when he was bewitched and drank the demon blood.

A violent desire for destruction is impacting Grom Hellscream's mind, and the greatest malice from the Twisting Nether is urging Grom to return to the chaotic camp of destruction.

This is a spiritual confrontation.

Compared to his once young and stupid self, after so many years of experience, Grom is no longer what he used to be. He used his burning will to build a mental armor for himself to protect himself from becoming that person again. A violent maniac who is hated by everyone.

But he didn't do it to please others.

Under the surprised gaze of the pirates on the high-altitude platform, Hellscream, who was clearly summoned by the demonic blood, closed his eyes and suppressed his frantic aura bit by bit.

It's hard to imagine how this old orc, whose fire of life has faded like a candle in the wind, managed to do this.

But there is no doubt that when Grom opened his eyes again, there was only a daunting coldness and deathly silence in those bloodshot eyes.

It was absolute peace!

It was the most lethal state of a warrior before a desperate fight, maintaining endless anger while also maintaining extremely rational thoughts.

Harnessing anger with will and controlling power with mind makes them enough to become killing machines that make all enemies feel fear.

Seeing the embarrassed look of Young Master Ho who was pushing the wheelchair while he was humming, Black curled his lips again. He calculated the distance he needed to cross the battlefield and approach the Nasrax Fortress under the shadow of the world. He raised his left hand from the throne, snapping his fingers like a wind-swept finger in a coquettish gesture like a purple sweet potato spirit claiming destiny.

The anima of the Wind Controlling God on the combat boots is activated, and the status of the four winds begins to superimpose.

As the first round of extremely cold north wind blew, an invisible thrust was exerted on everyone around them, super doubling their speed.

Especially the demon hunters with wings. Under the superposition of layers of cold air, the speed of these guys surpassed the speed of sound almost instantly, roaring across large tracts of evil magma pools, and they were like meteorites at the moment when the shadow of the world was shattered. It roared like a crash and crashed into the elite demons lined up in the inner area of ​​Nasrax Fortress.

When they landed, the cold north wind suddenly changed, and the grinding east wind rose again. Under the precise control of the pirates, the roaring east wind hit the attacked demons like a heavy hammer. The demons slowed, and the east wind's breath quenched the fel fire that burned within them.

Its attached "cutting wind" enchantment effect wraps around the weapons of every demon hunter and the Uncrowded Assassin who appears in the shadows, making those already sharp Aldrazi War Blades and Titan Light Blades even sharper. In addition, there is a fatal magic cutting.

In this wave, under the operation of the "assistant master" Stinky Pirates, all the demons who were attacked were cut down one level in one encounter.

Of course, such a fatal attack is still a drop in the bucket for the total number of demons, but it is at least impressive!

Moreover, the demon hunters' attacks are more about creating chaos and attracting attention, because the real killing move is not theirs.

"Quack quack quack!"

Above the Thunder God's Throne suspended in the sky, the little fishman used his pitiful lung capacity to let out the sharpest war cry since his birth.

At the moment when the shadow of the world removed its cover, under the gaze of tens of thousands of ferocious demons, Benbolba raised the Mystery Box in his hand high, and pushed himself one block to the starting position while moving his claws.

With a soft "click" sound, a creepy chaotic magic began to erupt over the Nasrax Fortress.

"That thing is going to explode! Stop doing that ugly pose, hurry up!"

Black kicked the triumphant little murloc, who threw the soon-to-be-activated Mystery Box into the air.

Black, who controlled the four winds, rose into the air, flashed in the air and made a classic posture of hanging a golden hook upside down, and accurately kicked the Mystery Box flying in the air with twenty years of national football skills.

With a whoosh, the black mystery box that was peeling off the stairs roared like a tiger-like football cannon and flew into the densest concentration of demons in the front hall of Nasrax Fortress.

Then there were seven-colored streams of light blooming there.

Good guy, it started with a legendary rainbow jet, which instantly melted the unlucky demons around it. Then, just like a star magic exhibition, the damn Pandora's Box was finally opened by the stupid and lucky fishman. And bloomed its own void charm in this devil's land.

From the lowest level fireball spell, Flame Hand, to the sheep transformation spell and group teleportation that require a certain amount of spellcasting ability to master, as well as the legendary meteorite spell and the shamanic earthquake spell that suddenly appeared in the frenzy of various magics. combination.

The sharp-eyed little Xingxing even saw that the Mystery Box had used the legendary creature summoning technique, summoning several confused Krasis thugs from the sunless sea.

It wasn't until this moment that the dumbfounded little Xingxing finally understood what the ugly black box that the little fish man had been playing with represented.

She was trembling all over as she stared at the little fishman Benbolba, who was proudly akimbo, standing in the background of the demonic camp where millions of magic crazes were raging, and holding a dwarf selfie stick to take handsome photos of himself.

She screamed:

"You little bastard! In the past few days, you have been dangling this dangerous thing in front of my eyes every day! Damn it! Have I been walking on the edge of hell these days?

No wonder I always feel like there is a sinister wind, it turns out it is my death star that is shining.

Kill you! "

The stupid blue dragon chased the little fish man and screamed and beat him on the Thunder God's throne.

But Blake ignored these two living treasures. He recorded the magic that was constantly spraying in front of him. When he counted to 666, the magic in the box weakened significantly, which made the pirate very regretful.

It seems that the demons were lucky and did not win the ultimate prize of 999, but this is not bad, after all, the solid fortress built on the mountain in front of them has been almost half blown down.

Archimonde, who was hiding inside and pretending to be a master, and Maronos, who was comfortably soaking in the magma bath, were both buried in the collapse of the mountain. This was enough.

"Hey, if you don't draw your sword now, don't you plan on playing?"

Illidan, who had already grasped the Supreme Blade and was about to jump into the chaotic battlefield, glanced at Black, who was holding a pipe in his mouth, and said:

"Or in your words, are you holding back your ultimate move?"

"Uh, no, cough."

The pirate pretended to touch his heart, blew out a smoke ring and said:

"I haven't been in good health these days. I always feel uncomfortable somewhere. Although I can't put it into words, I just feel uncomfortable. In short, I can't fight with all my strength, which will bring terrible trouble to you.

But don't worry. "

Black moved for a moment, and made a coquettish gesture preparing to dive to the left edge. He winked at Illidan and said:

"I will use another form to help you isolate the demonic connection inside and outside Nasrax Fortress. I will help you block the door and fight to your heart's content.

Don't forget to pick out some unique skulls as gifts for me. "

After saying that, the pirate jumped down from the sky, sat down and fell freely. Under the stunned gazes of the little star and the little fish man, he plunged into the molten pool of evil energy created by the abyss lords outside the fortress.

He quickly disappeared into the high-temperature green magma, as if he had been completely melted.

But no one would think that a bastard like Black would be scalded to death by lava, so he must be preparing some weird tricks. The second before Illidan rushed down the battlefield, he "looked" at the little star and said:

"Is he not in good health? Is he sick?"

Faced with this question, Little Xingxing suddenly thought of the terrifying thing he saw in Macaire, and nodded crazily like pounding garlic, and said with confidence:

"He is very ill. Don't let him go to the battlefield. Something will happen!"