Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Melandus prayed in his heart that the grudge Nagas would move quickly enough to take away or kill the leader of the Demon Hunters before the Demon Hunters rushed into the lowest cave to rescue Illidan.

But unfortunately, he is not the son of the world.

The world doesn't revolve around him.

Just when he returned to the third floor of the cave, he was faced with a sharp gray war blade pressed against his throat.

This thing is a special weapon for demon hunters. Like the moon blade, it is a weird weapon that only elves can use. To use the war blade well requires long-term training.

But in the hands of those who are good at this weapon, when the war blade is swung as artistically as a war dance, it can often burst out with terrible destructive power.

"Did you lure Naga here? You actually cooperated with a lunatic like Azshara?!"

The green magic patterns on Demon Hunter Commander, "The Victim" Alturis's body were constantly beating with a violent aura. His blind eyes were filled with dark green evil fire, staring at the Demon Swordsman of the Night in front of him. .

He scolded in a cold voice:

"You want to give Lord Illidan to Azshara as a 'gift'? Sure enough, Lord Illidan is right, Elisande of Suramar is a two-faced bastard!

She is simply not believable. "

The demon hunters around him, both male and female, all exuded an aura of indifference that shared the same hatred. Each one of them had a knife in their hand. The demon swordsmen nearby were disarmed by them, knocked unconscious and thrown aside.

Melandus instantly became isolated and helpless.

During the tense situation, the female demon hunter Elisana Ravencrest, who was brought by Max Duran, hesitated for a moment. She looked at the commander and said:

"Commander Alturis, this may be a bit of a misunderstanding. After all, the Nightborne of Suramar risked offending the Moon Temple to save us, and it is impossible for them to cooperate with Naga."

"That's right! Why do you think so?"

Melandus's heart skipped a beat, but he reacted very quickly. When Elisana spoke for him, he asked expressionlessly:

"Are you demon hunters so suspicious of people who are kind to you? Do you think everyone in the world is your enemy?

Are you crazy?

After Grand Magister Elisande broke with Azshara ten thousand years ago, we Nightborne are the elves least likely to associate with Naga! Those deep-sea soft-skinned snakes hate us as much as you do!

The Nagas took advantage of the chaos and ran in.

Instead of questioning me here, it is better to go and see the situation of Lord Illidan. If he has been imprisoned for ten thousand years, he must be as weak as you.

He might be despicably assassinated by the vicious Naga Matron! "

"Haha, even the Burning Legion couldn't kill Lord Illidan. How dare a bunch of Azshara's lackeys be so arrogant?"

A demon hunter wearing blood-red armor and a red blindfold next to Alturis sneered. He waved his blood-red war blade and said coldly:

"I just went to the dark cage at the bottom of the third floor and found traces of the Nagas. I interrogated them 'a little', and those cowards told me everything.

They intercepted the news from the messenger in Suramar City that you are going to raid the Warder's Crypt.

Although it looks like an accident.

But do you think we would believe such a coincidence?

You have bad intentions! Children of the night.

You want to use the help of Naga to get rid of Lord Illidan so that you can control us. You want to turn us into the lackeys of Suramar and Elisande!

Pooh!

You are as disgusting as the nobles ten thousand years ago. "

"Okay, Loramus, don't be so excited. We are very weak, and our mood swings are too severe, which will allow the inner demons to find opportunities to fight back."

The "sufferer" Alturis, who held the war blade against Melandus' neck, waved his hands indifferently to calm down his brothers and sisters.

He "looked" at the child of the night in front of him and said coldly:

"I told you before, if you want to prove your sincerity, there is only one way now. Take your magic swordsmen and spell casters and raid to the bottom with us.

Help us rescue Lord Illidan, and we will trust you.

Otherwise, we would rather die here than go to Suramar. Elisana, my sister, where are you? "

Alturis asked.

Elisana Ravencrest, who was beside Melandus, took the blade thrown by her companion without hesitation, raised her wrist, and pressed the blade against the magic swordsman's back.

She said hoarsely:

"Ten thousand years ago, when my father was assassinated by assassins sent by the despicable Azshara, I swore an oath that I would always follow Lord Illidan.

As long as the adults give the order.

Both Suramar and Elisande will be my enemies! We are the Illidari, and we are Lord Illidan's servants! "

This firm answer caused sweat to break out on the Demon Swordsman's forehead.

He is very capable of fighting. In a one-on-one situation, he is not afraid of any demon hunter, and these guys are very weak, but the problem now is that the dozen elite demon hunters in front of him share the same enemy.

Once there was a conflict, he would kill at most one or two, and then be chopped into pieces by the hunters' war blades.

Those Kaldorei wild elves who live in the woods have a good point.

These demon hunters are a bunch of hopeless lunatics!

"Of course I will help you, and I will prove Suramar's sincerity."

Melandus gritted his teeth, took out a magic stone, threw it to Oturis on the opposite side, and said:

"If you crush it, you can send a message and summon two legendary arcanists who are presiding over the battle outside to come to support. Is this sincerity enough?"

"Heh, let's look at it later."

A smile finally appeared on the victim's cold face, and he crushed the magic stone in his hand without hesitation.

This scene of conflict and compromise fell completely not far away. Under the gaze of Black, who was hiding in the shadow of the corner, the pirate frowned.

He was clearly not happy with how things turned out.

"How on earth did Illidan train these die-hard loyalists? It's really enviable that they are still so loyal to him after ten thousand years. There must be a trick to this kind of thing, right?

Although the Illidari will split in the future, that is something a large organization cannot do.

I wonder if when I chat with Brother Dan later, he can teach me how to become a successful leader like him. "

Wearing a watchman's cloak that can enhance concealment and weaken the sense of presence, Blake hid in the shadow of the corner and whispered a few words under the cover of the shadow.

He certainly wasn't talking to himself.

There is a bitchy and mean-spirited young lady who lives in his heart chatting with him.

It's free.

"That's because Illidan Stormrage set an example and set a goal that is far enough and ambitious enough for this group of poor people who lost everything because of the demonic invasion.

Illidan Stormrage is good at this just like you do when you're trying to make a fool of your incompetent minions.

The only difference is.

He really believed in the future he said and devoted himself to it wholeheartedly.

And you, my little master.

You are simply lying. "

Xal'atath whispered in Black's ear:

"Don't learn from him. I don't want my little master who is cunning, vicious, and cold-blooded to turn into an idealist who is willing to sacrifice his life for his goals.

That would be so boring.

There is only one fate for an idealist like Illidan, and that is to be attacked from both sides and die alone in a pool of his own blood.

His ideals are too arrogant and lofty.

He is so sublime that no one can understand him. Even these followers who claim to be servants only worship him and imitate him, but cannot truly understand him.

Haha, he must be lonely. "

"yes."

The pirate flicked his finger, and an illusory cold soul coin fell into his hand. He looked at the demon hunters waiting for reinforcements in front of him and said:

"Admiration, that is the emotion farthest from understanding. But unfortunately, today this group of diehards are destined to not be able to see their great leader.

I don't want them to disturb my chat with Brother Dan. I've been waiting for a day for a long time. God, what is going on in this world?

Isn’t it possible to satisfy the star-chasing fanaticism of a little fan? "

"Saphire!"

Blake held the soul coin belonging to Sephiel in his hand and said softly:

"Go and tell Dean Lan Yue and Mr. Elan, use 'that'! Eliminate the Nagas on Watch Island immediately, release the Watchers, and let them return to the cave to aid!

The party is over.

It's time to invite these prisoners to leave the prison. "

"ha?"

Sephiel's voice sounded faintly from the soul coin, and the pirate dragon said doubtfully:

"Which one?"

"Don't ask, go tell Mr. Elan, he knows."

The pirate replied.

"oh."

Sephiel was obedient and did not ask any more questions, and there was no sound from the soul coin.

Black was hiding in the shadows, waiting silently with an expectant expression, still counting down the time, as he counted down from one hundred to sixty-seven.

"boom"

A terrifying loud noise echoed above the cave, like the lightning storm thrown down by the roar of the God of Thunder, sweeping across the entire Watch Island in a sweeping manner.

Black, who was hiding underground, watched this scene completely through the Eye of Kilrogg he left on the island.

The terrifying thunder took the Nagfar as its source and roared into the sky like a thunder dragon.

It rolled and fell in the sky again, and in just a moment, it weaved a large net of death with blue-purple arcs, covering the entire Watch Island.

The lightning arc was given life.

They howl and devour, in the name of the gods who shape the sea and sky, like a galloping herd of beasts, leaping from one unlucky creature to another.

Turn flesh and blood into charcoal, and sacrifice life and soul to the sea and sky.

The watchers surrounded by Nagas stared dumbfounded at the sudden lightning storm in front of them. The experienced watchmen and veterans quickly hid in the nearby grotto with the new recruits.

With eyes in awe of nature, they watched the dazzling thunder sweep past the surrounding Nagas and the Children of the Night who had no time to evacuate.

This is a lightning storm of legendary proportions.

Even in the eyes of the druids of the ancient Cenarion Order, this is considered a strategic magic with huge destructive power.

It often requires multiple levels of legendary spellcasters to cast spells together to create such a magnificent thunder of destruction.

But for the undead fleet.

They can easily summon such a magic to destroy their enemies, and when necessary, they can also complete a shocking five-shot lightning burst.

Of course, the current hull strength of the Nagfar cannot support such a continuous release of magic.

But it doesn't matter, one day, it can be done.

"Buzz"

On the third underground floor of the Watcher's Cave, amidst the roar of the earth shaking, a magic portal opened with difficulty. Chief Arcanist Thalyssra and her rival Phandos jumped into the dark underground space in embarrassment. .

The two legendary spellcasters were embarrassed by the lightning storm without warning, especially Thalyssra, whose long white hair obeyed under the influence of static electricity.

Like a weird haircut with an afro.

"Let's go!"

The equally embarrassed consultant Fandosi shouted angrily:

"The Nagas are almost all killed. Our troops have suffered heavy losses. We can no longer trap the watchers. Those terrifying shadow warriors will return to the defense caves soon!

If you don’t leave, you won’t be able to leave! "

"no!"

Alturis the Sufferer cried:

"Lord Illidan must be rescued! Let's go to the upper level to block the Watchers, you guys! Go rescue him quickly!"

"Are you all a bunch of lunatics? Illidan will not die here, and the Watchers will not execute him!"

First Arcanist Thalyssra screamed:

"Let's go now. When you gather your energy and regain your strength, we may do it again! We will try our best to help you. You are called a war hero from thousands of years ago, but you can't even understand this?"

"It's you who are stupid!"

Elisana Ravencrest raised her war blade and pointed it at Thalyssra beside her. She shouted sharply:

"As soon as we leave here, the Watchers will move Lord Illidan to other cages. They fear him, and Maiev, that bitch, hates him because of her brother's personal vendetta.

Lord Illidan might even be sent directly to Mount Hyjal.

Once he's there, under the watch of the demigods, what are we going to do to save him?

What do you do to fulfill your promise?

today!

Today is your only chance! "

"I'm so annoyed! Mother-in-law and mother-in-law are bastards! Your life is almost gone, why don't you run away quickly?"

In the midst of their disgusting argument, the pirate hiding in the corner finally couldn't stand it anymore.

He jumped out of the shadows and dropped three special smoke bombs, filling the place with smoke. Then a killing feast swept over him. He did not hold a sharp blade in his hand, but a blunt stick.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

Knocking out the stubborn demon hunters who were still weak one by one, a few elites barely managed to escape, but were trapped by the magic of the legendary mage of the Son of the Night beside him with quick eyes and hands.

"Take them away quickly! Don't disturb me."

Blake dropped the blunt weapon in his hand and kicked the unconscious demon hunters next to him. He scolded the three children of the night:

"If Elisande's men were all indecisive losers like you, Suramar would be a fool! Go back as soon as possible and continue to drink, and live a drunken life."

"You! Who are you!"

Advisor Fandosi saw the man in front of him being so rude, and the elf's bad temper surfaced, and he asked loudly. Blake grabbed the Death Hand Scythe with a loud sound, turned around and glanced coldly at the three children of the night behind him.

He said:

“My name is Dai Lin, the big pirate who plundered Suramar, the screaming devil who appears in your dreams, and the big bad guy who makes you cry and look for your mother.

There will still be a long time for us to deal with each other in the future.

Get out now!

You useless sissy elves, if you delay my important event.

I'll bury you all! "