Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 323 32. Digging holes casually is a good habit-——[3740]

(Additional update for Prisoner Brothers on the Throne [12/15])

"This is an illusion! What are you hiding!"

Behind the pirate who sneaked over the courtyard wall, an elf magic swordsman from the Children of the Night, wearing gorgeous armor and carrying a wide wing blade and a leaf-shaped magic shield, shouted loudly.

Along with the scolding, there was also a precise impact of arcane magic, causing Blake's magical disguise to be driven away in an instant, revealing his true body wearing the Night Slayer suit.

Blake skillfully slid into the shadows, causing the aura locked by the magic swordsman behind him to dissipate in an instant.

It also caused the latter's charged blade to lose its direction of slashing, and the cold sword light slashed forward, tearing down a wall of the Streis family's gorgeous mansion.

Smoke and dust flew into the loud noise, and a series of screams immediately sounded in the manor in the wealthy area.

The pampered rich people were frightened. They shouted for protection in elegant Salas language, and arcanists were urgently gathered to turn on the barrier lampposts used for detection and warning in this area.

Suramar City can also be regarded as a magical city. Although there is no mage tower dedicated to detecting stealth, after these magical creations from thousands of years ago were activated, they still created an "assassin's no-go zone" in front of Black's eyes.

The surrounding shadows were quickly dispersed by magic.

But the pirate had quickly retreated to a safe distance. He stood on a branch covered by a tree canopy and took out a high-quality snake-man war bow from his magic bag.

He ignored the female elf magic swordsman who was looking around. The latter looked very strong. She might be an elf legend in the city, but the pirate's stealth proficiency had already reached the level of legend.

If he didn't take the initiative, even if the Elf Legend was patrolling less than fifteen meters away, he would never be able to find him.

"Yeah, yeah, I missed it, and I almost got chopped to death. These .du-sucking old ladies are really scary."

Blake blinked and raised the bow in his hand.

He assumed a very standard shooting posture on the branch. The fighting posture corrected by Windrunner's mother's intensive training made him look very much like a well-trained elf ranger.

The pirate looked at the senior members of the Stryce family who were being escorted out of the courtyard by a group of guards in the distant manor.

Those guys are so recognisable.

The gorgeous robes, exquisite pendants and exaggerated style made them look like old stage generals with chess pieces on their bodies during this hunting moment.

Black's bounty includes three senior members of the Strys family. It is said that this family is a well-known gangster family in Suramar. As long as it involves personnel matters, they do nothing.

It's the same expression in the game.

Their reputation as liars, thieves, and robbers made them loathed throughout the city.

"Three targets. I don't have time to distinguish them carefully now."

Blake glanced at the magic swordsman cruising below, and he pulled out a special magic arrow. The arrow was not polished with blue crystal, but instead had a shuttle-shaped green soul stone fixed on it.

This magical creation would shatter if hit hard and was not suitable for use as arrowheads, but the pirate still asked Evil Eye to make several for him.

It comes in handy right now.

Nocking an arrow on the bowstring, Blake opened the bow in the next moment. A hunter's mark in the distance guided the direction, facing the most gorgeously dressed guy in the crowd.

"Are you willing to die?"

The magic swordsman who had just discovered Black heard the noise in the manor. She quickly rushed over and took a quick look, and saw the idiots of the Stryce family moving to other places under their protection.

This shocked the magic swordsman at the stupidity and arrogance of these rich elves. They had been at peace for ten thousand years and had lost even the most basic sense of self-preservation.

They were fully aware of the dangerous situation they were facing.

The magic swordsman shouted loudly:

"Get back! The assassin is still here!"

"It's late."

Blake on the tree grinned a determined smile in the shadows and said in his heart:

"The Assassin-style hypocritical assassination failed, and now it's time for the real master-style assassination to appear. Let me show you, the devil-addicted elves, what it means that times have changed."

Shadow Dance, activated.

"Whoosh"

The fully charged sniper arrow flew out from the bow string and began to spin at high speed the moment the bow broke. The legendary sniper arrow with proficiency made a tooth-breaking whistling sound in the chaotic night.

It was so fast that the magic swordsman had no time to stop him from throwing the wing blade. The head of the most gorgeous bastard in the crowd seemed to have been smashed open by a heavy hammer, shattering like a watermelon with a muffled sound.

The soul stone arrow shattered in the first second of impact.

What crushed the elf's head was actually a wooden stick without an arrow.

During the attack, colorful lights flashed on this guy's body, and it was obvious that a magic item was activated. But unfortunately, facing this legendary proficiency of sniper arrows, one or two magic accessories are really not enough.

In the Shadow Dance state, the sniper arrow was fired so that the pirate did not break away from stealth, but the broken bow in his hand revealed his position. The magic swordsman roared over and chopped the thousand-year-old tree into pieces with one blow.

But still couldn't find the location of the pirates.

Blake was moving incredibly fast under the shadows. He jumped along the treetops three times with light steps, and with the help of the hook lock, he reached the dome of another manor.

With the shadow magic in his hand, the demon summoning ritual begins.

Just where the soul stone arrow was broken, in the pool of blood next to the headless elf's body, two demon gates, one large and one small, were forcibly torn open by Black's magic power.

"Don't you even have the ability to fight on your own?"

In the low and piercing demonic language, which was as unpleasant as a tape being played backwards, Blake's contracted demonic guard, Clifran, strode out of the twisted void.

The ferocious armor covered the three-meter-tall huge body, and in his hand was a black magic steel ax as big as the body of these sissy elves. It was burning with fel flames, filling the air in the entire manor with the smell of sulfur.

"Ah, what else can you ask a little man like me to do?"

The bouncing, evil-minded demon devil Daglopp also somersaulted and jumped out of the demonic ritual. It looked very familiar with Clifland.

He quickly jumped onto the armor spikes on the Demon Guard's back that were stabbing into the sky, and lay down on the Demon Guard's shoulders.

“Kill all the children of the night in this manor who have the surname ‘Strese’!”

Demon Warlock Black's order was issued the next moment.

This order, full of cruel meaning, obviously suited the appetite of these two demons. The moment the order was issued, the demon guard laughed wildly, waved his axe, and swung the whirlwind three times on the spot.

The surrounding four or five children of the night who were unable to dodge were swept into the steel whirlwind, and they did not even let out a scream.

"That one's called Stryce! That one! The one who ran away!"

On Clifland's shoulder, the smart kid Daglop commanded his companions in a harsh voice:

"She has Stres embroidery on her clothes. I know Salas, yes! Listen to me, that one! Cut her to death!"

"Don't order me!"

The violent demon guard cursed loudly, but still raised the magic steel ax in his hand and threw the heavy thing like a fatal throw.

The battle ax rotated several times under the influence of brute force, and smashed into the back of the fleeing female elf rich man, easily splitting her in two.

The massacre here quickly attracted the attention of the city guards.

But how can the city guards dare to deal with demons when they can't even deal with the Withered Ones?

However, Suramar City is worthy of being the pearl of the Elf Empire. Facing the "demon invasion", they quickly activated their "killer weapon".

Amidst the heavy footsteps, a three-meter-tall arcane colossus that looked like a centaur but was made up of silver metal armor with violet light flashing on its body violently collided with it under the command of the arcanists. Breaking through the wall, he rushed into the Strice family manor, which had become a place of slaughter.

But how to say it.

This support came a little late.

The bounty that the "resisters" of the Waning Moon Tavern had placed on Master Blackshaw had been fulfilled in a low-key way that was not unlike that of the assassins.

The gangster family suffered heavy losses. It was not just the three top brass who died tonight. Because of the stupid transfer and disposal, the top brass of this family were almost wiped out in one fell swoop.

The warning from Lord Venser, 500% completed!

——

"boom"

The magic of the banishment spell was broken by the magic wing blade, and the magic swordsman captain Aluriel, who was temporarily banished to another dimension, landed on the dome of a temple in an embarrassed posture.

Just now, when she was chasing the assassin, she was unexpectedly hit by that guy's magic.

Nearly ten seconds were wasted, and I could only watch helplessly as the guy followed the rope connecting the houses and fled towards the Astava Port very quickly.

That assassin doesn't look like an elf.

Slightly stockier than the average nightborne, but more agile than the most agile elven juggler.

He was running above the city like a panther hunting in the dark night. No matter whether it was the suspended stairs or the towering dome, he could not stop his steps.

He felt at ease in this crowded city.

This is a tough opponent!

Since the distant ancient war, it has been difficult to find such an enemy in Suramar City. This has also given rise to an eager desire to fight in the heart of the Demon Swordsman Captain.

She stood up, looked in the direction of Astava Port, held up her magic wing blade, and when the armor collided, she raised her hand and threw a teleportation spell on herself.

When the War of the Ancients happened, she was just an ordinary girl in Suramar City. She could only hide at home with her parents and pray to Queen Azshara that the disaster would pass.

She grew up under the magic of Suramar City. She was praised by Ms. Elisande as the most talented swordsman in the history of Suramar City.

She defeated all the magic swordsmen in the city along the way and won the trust and favor of the great mage, giving her the power to command the magic swordsmen.

But Aluriel knew it well.

She has never experienced a real life-and-death battle. Even though she relied on her talent to become an elf legend who is not inferior to the sages, she has never achieved meritorious service on a real battlefield.

But today, the opportunity has come!

"You came so slowly."

The beam of teleportation shone on the dock of the dead Astava Port, and the teleported Demon Swordsman Captain smelled the strong smell of blood.

This place was attacked by violent withers, and the incompetent city guards left a humiliating failure and a large number of corpses here, and the magic swordsmen had to come from the Night Fortress to suppress it.

But that's not the point.

On a small boat in the sea of ​​Astava Port, Black, holding the flaming blade Sankesu in both hands, was facing the legendary magic swordsman who was teleported with a lonely posture of a master.

He looked at the blocked sea in the distance.

The magic power of the Night Well surrounding the entire city is so thick that it penetrates people, protecting this ancient city with a solid posture like a city wall.

"Such a great power that could have conquered the world, but you old bastards used it to create a turtle shell, which is stupid! Sad!"

Having said that, it seems that he has a great advantage.

But the pirate glanced at the character card and saw four negative states in the status bar, all of which were left behind when he briefly fought against the Demon Swordsman just now.

Ice Brand, Fire Brand, Arcane Brand: Armor is weakened by 100%, the three-series magic damage received is increased by 75%, and stealth is impossible.

Legendary power: Destroy all living beings: When fighting against the Demon Swordsman Aluriel, a layer of "annihilation" effect will be superimposed every minute. Each layer will increase the damage received by 50%, with no upper limit.

"Sure enough, every legend in Azeroth is not simple, these monsters!"

The pirate complained in his mind.

But he still maintains the master's attitude on the face. After all, he is in the sea now, on his home court, and he is not afraid of Elisande coming to him.

At least he can make one slash before being beaten to death.

The magic swordsman Aluriel attacked with her sword without saying a word. She is a magic swordsman, which is a special profession inherited from the ancient elven empire.

As the name suggests, while having sword skills, they can also control magic, which sounds very powerful, but in fact, most magic swordsmen are actually mediocre.

They don't have the talent for dual cultivation of magic and martial arts.

Aluriel is a genius. The momentum of her attack at this time is astonishing. As the wing blades wave, various demonic elements surge out of the sea, attacking in unison.

One person is like an army.

In response, the pirates responded

Turn around and slash furiously.

Eat my demigod level shadow attack!

"boom"

A small half of Astava Port was chopped into pieces with one knife.

Then another knife shadow flashed across the city, and the city of Suramar suddenly reverberated with thunder. The water in the bay was split in half by the two consecutive swords, and then closed again with a loud noise.

A few seconds later, Blake took the knife and walked to the ruins of the collapsed pier platform in front of him. He stretched out his hand and lifted out the demon swordsman with a dull face and blood all over his body.

Throw it under your feet.

He held the sword against her neck and looked at her condescendingly.

explain:

"Remember the name of the person who defeated you today, and consider this as your shame. I am waiting for your challenge on the sea, a little girl with no strength but no experience."

"Remember, my name is."

"Dailin!"