Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Blake said he was sick.

If Illidan believed even one word of this, it meant Brother Dan was a retard, but Little Star's evidence made Illidan a little surprised.

When Brother Dan fell from the sky like a predatory bat, hitting the chaotic demons who were stunned by the magic craze, and casually threw the Supreme Blade to kill more than a dozen demon guards with ease, Brother Dan was still thinking about that. Smelly pirate situation.

Combined with the strangeness he felt when he returned from Mac'Aree, Illidan felt that Black might not be sick, or maybe there was something wrong with his power?

After all, Brother Dan never looks at every life with the naked eye because he is blind. He has a unique hunter's sense that allows him to detect things that cannot be seen with the naked eye.

The old Blake felt to him like a knife-wielding clown in the dark, cold, funny and dangerous.

But that's not the case with today's pirates.

If I have to describe it, he has evolved from a knife-dancing clown to a clown king. Well, that's not quite accurate. He should have been promoted from a conspirator in the shadows to a wild behemoth in the shadows.

He was forcing himself to sleep, and no one could predict what would happen once he woke up.

This is good news and bad news.

The good news is that Illidan can determine that Black has a terrible trump card, and playing this card in a dangerous situation may be able to turn the tide of the battle.

The bad news is that Black in the hidden stage may kill his teammates first while killing the enemy.

Well, this is really a difficult choice.

Although he was playing a little theater about the smelly pirates in his heart, this did not affect Illidan's crazy killing after landing.

The slender Supreme Blade in the hand gathers the war wisdom of the Aldaqi people, and after drinking the demon blood, it becomes sharper and more deadly.

Brother Dan felt that he didn't need to use too much force at all to let the slender, serrated blood-red blade easily cut through the skulls and flesh of the demon warriors.

It's as easy as cutting a hot knife into a cube of butter.

The great demon hunter felt happy about this.

This means that with the same energy consumption, he can kill more demons, so Illidan "dances gracefully" under the roar of the demons in the background of the mountain that was blown up by the Mystery Box and the earth shook. ".

Well, I want to say something extra here.

Although the demon hunters are all a group of owners of dark and deep stories who suffer from great hatred and hatred, but without discussing their origins and backgrounds, if we only look at the techniques and methods of using power, these guys are undoubtedly martial arts masters among the elves.

Their fighting posture is light and deadly, elegant and bloodthirsty, which are the common characteristics of all elven warriors.

The most striking example is the former Phoenix Sword Saint Salorian, who has retired and now works as a concierge for Lady Golden Sword's mage tower. His Phoenix swordsmanship is world-famous for its gorgeousness and lethality.

No matter how other races imitate, it is difficult to imitate the unique sense of killing art of the elven warriors, and Brother Dan is the best among them.

Although he had transformed into a half-demon due to absorbing too much evil energy, even his twisted body shape could not change this guy's elf habits deep in his bones.

He waved his double blades on the spot and set off a killing storm like a whirlwind. The supreme blade in his hand roared with joy, enjoying the killing pleasure brought to him by his "mobile knife rest".

It greedily devoured the essence of the losers. Every time a demon died under the sword, the aura of the fearless war spirit would increase by one point. Illidan could feel the Supreme Blade in his hand beginning to become as hot as two pairs of hands. It's like fighting with two balls of magma.

This weapon is really good!

It is no exaggeration to say that this is definitely the strongest blade Illidan has seen since his birth.

The only problem is that he is too noisy. The Fearless War Spirit is like a psychopath who has lived alone for tens of thousands of years. He keeps roaring and roaring from the beginning of the killing, acting as if he can kill the enemy with his war cry.

"That's it! Kill! Kill as much as you want! Kill everyone you see! Dance and sing in their mountains of corpses and sea of ​​blood! It's not enough! Far from enough! I long for more killings, I long for more blood!"

"Look! That bastard wants to run away, but it's frightened. Hahaha, a sheep enters a tiger's mouth, rush over! Kill it!"

Fearless is like playing a "voice-activated game".

While enjoying the joy of war, he kept giving random orders to Illidan, asking his slaves to kill those ugly demons that he didn't like.

Yes, all demons will be hacked to death!

But the ugly and unpleasant ones have to die first!

"Be quiet, you are affecting my hunting."

After Illidan endured it in silence for ten minutes, he couldn't stand it anymore. He shouted to the humming Supreme Blade in his hand:

"This is my hunt! Unless you can help me kill more demons, shut up and enjoy your twisted joy, and I will kill them all."

"Isn't it power? Take it, take it! If I can command you with the power of killing, then you will definitely become the loyal servant of the Fearless One, stop talking nonsense!

Take my power away and show me more fun. "

Facing Illidan's scolding, the Dauntless War Spirit laughed and generously fed back the power of the Supreme Blade to Illidan. The killing power feedback belonging to the Aldaqi people instantly made Eggman feel like he was struck by lightning.

Too big, too hot, too sharp.

Is this the power of the warrior who once fought Sargeras head-on and slashed the god?

Brother Dan felt like a balloon that was constantly being inflated, inflating to the point of bursting in an instant, and those violent forces were rushing through his body.

He must release these powers before he is burst.

The next moment, Illidan decisively released his inner demons and transformed into a demon on the spot. The power of the Supreme Blade caused Brother Egg's demonic form to undergo great changes.

In addition to the original wings, rolling evil flames and coquettish demonic horns, ferocious bone spurs grew on his back, arms and body.

When the sky roars, flames will set ablaze, like rolling lava, sucking in the demons within dozens of yards around them, and then hacking these brutal things to death in the storm of sharp blades intertwined with flames.

This brutal attack, let alone a demon, even the Illidari were shocked for a moment, and then the demon hunters cheered in unison for their powerful master.

The morale brought by Illidan was so strong that they followed Brother Egg to kill left and right, and even the Uncrowned Ones were mobilized.

Garona glanced at the great demon hunter who was slaughtering in the rolling flames with fear. She felt that Illidan, who was originally a cold and evil male god, was also influenced by Black.

Look at his crazy look, isn't he just a demonized pirate?

Sure enough, the Thousand Tongue Demon is extremely poisonous, so you should stay away from him in the future.

"Ah, I have been imprisoned for too long, and even such sad and boring killings can make me enjoy it."

The fearless war spirit in the Supreme Blade is satisfied with the wonderful feeling of chopping up demons with his own war blade.

This made the fearless man feel sad. The myth of Aldaqi had been silent for too long. He could easily deal with such a garbage demon by sending a small army.

After their deaths, the battles among the stars had become too boring.

The bastard demons who would flee even when they encounter the Aldaki's battle flag now dare to call themselves strong.

Alas, these stars obviously need a more advanced war to teach everyone what true power is. These Illidari are good, crazy enough, determined enough, and cold-blooded enough.

These new recruits can all become Aldaqi's war totem bearers.

"Ho! Bugs! You pissed me off!"

Just when Illidan used the explosion of the Enchanted Box to frantically massacre the demons inside the fortress, a low thunderous sound rang out from the rubble of the collapsed mountain. As the ground shook, a huge object crashed through the mountain and rushed away. come out.

The body of Destroyer Maronos still has scars from being crushed by a boulder. Looking at the pillars of fel fire ejected from the nostrils of its inverted triangular head, you can tell that the brute force overlord of the Burning Legion will be in a bad mood.

This is actually understandable.

Anyone who is swept away by a group of bugs while taking a comfortable bath will feel "wake up". Just now, the king of big ass was lying in his own comfortable evil lava, taking a nap and dreaming of destroying the world. Suddenly, the entire mountain collapsed. .

Half of the mountain was pressing down on it, which not only hurt it but also disturbed its sweet dreams.

Do you really think that the saboteur has no temper?

Maronos, who rushed out of the ruins of the mountain with anger, wanted to give a lesson to the bastard who disturbed his sweet dreams, but he saw Illidan's crazy form at a glance, which made the destroyer's mood suddenly improve again. .

Hmm, that bug is kind of interesting.

It looks like it can be beaten for a long time. I finally had some fun in the boring time when Archimonde called me to calm down the situation.

ha!

A nasty insect!

Die! ——

"It's coming!"

"It's in there!"

At this time, outside the Nasrax Fortress, Grom, who was sitting in a Titan Iron wheelchair, skillfully threw a blood roar to head off an evil flame demon crawling out of the magma pool, and was pulled by the weapon chain. The lieutenant general took back the burning blood roar in his hand.

The old orc, who was in a deadly calm, felt the shaking of the ground. He heard the familiar roar, and the demonic blood in his body expanded even more arrogantly.

This made Grom immediately fasten the wheelchair frame at hand.

He knew that the opportunity he had been waiting for had arrived. The demonic fanatic who had enslaved the orcs until now finally appeared. This was the purpose of coming here.

"Garrosh! Come here! Push me over!"

Old roar shouted.

But his weak son was currently carrying two axes, following Zhu Taran and a group of human paladins and the hunters of Commander Rexxar, fighting against the demons that kept coming.

Young Master Ho heard his father's call, but he was attacked by the three-headed demon and couldn't escape.

There's nothing we can do about it.

Although they had used the Shadow of the World to reach the fortress headquarters without disturbing the demon army, these warriors and paladins had no wings and no grappling hooks, so there was no way they could climb over the hundred-meter-high demon wall in front of them.

They could only stay outside to deal with the demon hunters and assassins who were fighting among them. This job was not difficult at first. The demon army was driven to attack the base camp of the anti-demon coalition, and no one paid attention to the rear.

Until Benbolba dropped the Mystery Box

After seeing that the mountain of Nasrax Fortress was blown up, some demon commanders had already returned for reinforcements, which increased the pressure on the soldiers outside the door.

Fortunately, they still have a teleported Naaru to support them.

The crazy gray-white Naruzlali and Zira are completely opposite to each other. The Mother of Holy Light never acts recklessly with the power of the holy light, but Zlali turns her scorching holy light into a weapon to attack the surroundings. of devil.

She probably got some inspiration from destroying Revendreth. In short, the moment the gray Naaru appeared, he began to rain down extremely positive energy around the fortress and bombarded the earth.

It looks very beautiful and golden.

But if it hits the demons, they will melt instantly. The scene is really terrifying.

However, Laohou has never been able to get assistance from the "wheelchair pusher", and the old orc has also lost his temper.

He curled his lips and glared at his weak son, then shook his head and pushed the wheels of his wheelchair towards the gate of the demon fortress that was blocked by the molten pool of evil energy.

The Mystery Box dropped by Ben Bolba has shattered the solid magic steel door. Judging from Lao Hou's years of professional experience in demolishing the family, he only needs to add an ax to the broken point to break it into pieces. open.

Then a very strange scene appeared on the battlefield.

While the mortal warriors were fighting crazily against the terrifying demons, an old orc with gray hair pinned his battle ax to his wheelchair, pushed the wheel hub with both hands and began to leave the formation and move towards the demon fortress.

Grom pushed quickly.

This caused his wheelchair to start to accelerate. He could actually walk, but he needed to retain as much strength as possible to cope with the upcoming battle of life and death.

His wheelchair accelerated.

He ran over the demon whose head he shot and galloped across the land covered with demon blood and magma.

Sparks jumped out of the wheel hub, and the magma in front of him was also erupting. Molten demons crawled out of the magma. These scorching demons, like skinned monsters, laughed maniacally and stood in front of the miserable orc cripple.

They laughed at Lao Hou's overestimation.

Hello!

The old orc who can't even walk should go back and take care of his children, instead of going to the battlefield like others, okay?

But Laohou didn't care.

Although in the past he would definitely pull out his battle ax and chop off the heads of these bastards when faced with such provocations, but now he only has eyes for the door in front of him.

To be precise, the big demon destroyer appeared behind the door.

That was the enemy he chose for himself.

The final enemy.

Laohou continued to accelerate.

The speed of his wheelchair was now close to that of a warrior's charge, and the molten demons in front of him also drew their weapons and prepared to kill this stupid old orc.

Grom had already grasped the handle of Gorehowl's ax in the speeding wheelchair.

Just when the two sides were about to collide in the background of falling meteorites, a loud noise suddenly appeared behind the molten demons.

Amidst the rolling green magma, a huge fire element giant set off magma meteorites flying all over the sky, and appeared on the devil's battlefield with arrogance.

It has the body of Ragnaros, the Fire Demon King, and has the explosive majesty of the true Lord of Fire, but the burning flames on its face make up a handsome face that is vaguely but very similar to a smelly pirate.

It also has its signature blue eyes.

Frankly speaking, this severely undermines the destructive majesty of the Fire Demon King. After all, it seems incongruous to have an element with a handsome face.

However, this does not affect Blake's state at this time.

For the first time, he entered the form of the Fire Demon King with the help of the heat energy of the evil magma. He laughed wildly and raised his left hand, shaping a huge golden war hammer in the boiling flames, and then violently smashed the war hammer in the shaking of the earth and the mountains. Smashing it down, the stunned molten demons were smashed into pathetic obsidian fragments.

Afterwards, the King of Fire Demon blew a whistle with a temperature of tens of thousands of degrees to Grom. The old orc laughed wildly and urged the wheelchair to fly into the air against the demon's corpse.

The moment he crossed the molten pool, he was held by the Fire Demon King Black with his giant hand, and then he slammed the magic steel door behind him like a ball.

Scarlet red terrifying anger erupted at this moment, and in the loud noise that shook the battlefield, the hundred-meter-high magic steel gate was shattered with one blow.

This scene made the soldiers who were fighting fiercely open their eyes.

The always calm Master Zhu Taran knocked away a demon hound that rushed towards him with a palm, and his angry burst beat the brains out of that bastard. However, the great master monk rubbed his eyes at this moment. It was like seeing something incredible.

Next to him, Master Wan Xueliu, who was wearing a white tiger armor and holding two tiger-head gloves and was killing, even exclaimed:

"Oh my God! Look at that crazy orc!"

"He used a wheelchair to knock open the door of Nasrax Fortress! This incident will definitely become a miracle in the history of Azeroth's war, and the best indictment of the Burning Legion's shoddy engineering!"

Well, this compliment is a bit strange, but considering the critical situation at the moment, no one takes the time to complain.

And in the shattered ruins of the giant magic steel gate, Grom Hellscream staggered up from his broken Titanium iron wheelchair with boiling flames and frightening anger flying.

In the outburst of anger that turned into a roar of ghosts, he crushed the head of an unlucky succubus that was smashed by the burning wheelchair with his foot. Then he raised his head with the roar of burning blood and saw what was going on in front of him. Illidan Stormrage battles Malonoth the Destroyer.

Laohou's weak face showed a smile like meeting an old friend.

He coughed a few times and took hold of the battle ax.

He will die here.

he knows.

But he doesn't care.

So, charge!