Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Hoo, hoo"

In the windy dark night, Nathanos Maris shook his body and sat down on the ground. He no longer had the elegance of an elf apprentice.

Xiao Er grinned and rubbed the wound on his shoulder.

"Let me say it again, your grandmother's evaluation of our strength is really accurate."

With regret, Black looked at the half of Wirt's leg left. He stretched out his hand to pull the Blade Fist off the Juggernaut's head, and weakly said to the two people in front of him:

"If we hadn't prepared in advance, facing four sword masters, the three of us would have been chopped into pieces the moment we engaged. These sword masters are really powerful."

"But we won!"

Xiao looked at the three corpses at the foot of the hillside with bright eyes.

Needless to say, he passed his shadow trial with excellent results, provided he could live to tell his stern grandmother the good news.

Seeing that the pirate had lost his weapon, he threw his dagger to Blake, took out a spare weapon from his bag and put it on his waist.

"Yes, we won."

Maris also said something in a great mood.

With a distressed look on his face, he put the hound Desolate, who was lying next to him, whimpering in pain, back into the magic reins. After a big battle, the relationship between the three people obviously took a further step.

Blake was playing with the dagger thrown by Shore. As expected, he is a descendant of the legendary assassin. His family is rich, and if he throws it away, it will be a sophisticated weapon:

Thrashing Blade

Excellent quality

Strengthen precision. Strengthen bleeding. Weak combos.

The three entries of this thing made the stinky pirate who had changed his mind quickly forget the sadness of Werther's leg. He put his old friend who had broken two parts into his bag and took the new weapon in his hand.

"Okay, brothers, let's enjoy the victory and wait until we truly win."

Black brandished a new weapon. Even though he had just obtained it, his posture when wielding the weapon was already familiar. The talent of this weapon master was really impressive.

"Deploy the battlefield."

He stood up, raised the sword master's head, grabbed the broken battle flag, and said to his two companions;

"Although it is not good to desecrate the souls of the dead, now we are in a war. How to anger your opponent, you don't need me to teach you more, right?"

"Next, it's time for us to escape."

The three of them were in poor condition at this time, but there was obviously not much time left for them.

No one knows how many sword masters of the Burning Blade clan are hidden in the dark night, but it is certain that the battle here must have attracted attention.

They hastily tidied up the battlefield, and Black threw the three Sword Master swords into his bag. They were all excellent quality swords. They were rare and of great significance and would be excellent collections.

He grabbed Maris's arm and led the injured ranger into the shadows. The moment he put on the shadow suit, he heard Maris' familiar exclamation again:

"You, can you lead people in sneaking?"

"Yes, I can. You are a genius ranger who has a crush on your mentor, and I am a genius assassin who is a wanderer from the end of the world, so stop making a fuss."

"You! You're talking nonsense! The relationship between my mentor and me is innocent!"

"I understand, Ms. Sylvanas is like the sun in the sky. Just being close to her will make you feel ashamed."

"Huh? How do you know what's in your mind? Can you read minds?"

"You two, be quiet! Someone is chasing you! Bastards!"

——

"ah!"

Angry roars sounded on the messy battlefield a few minutes later.

An old sword master slashed his sword on the wooden frame in front of him. The towering wood was instantly chopped into six pieces, and the heads that were pierced by the sword on the wooden frame also fell to the ground. .

In the pool of blood, the four flaming blade war flags were also torn to pieces and poured with suspicious liquid. This was a provocation!

Definitely provocative!

The old orc looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes widened, and his breathing became heavy. Wisps of blood popped up in his eyes, representing his violent mood at this time.

Although there have been casualties among Juggernauts intermittently since entering Azeroth, there has never been a single loss. Just like before, four Juggernauts were reimbursed at once!

It was a humiliating defeat.

But the sword masters are all a group of experienced warriors with extremely high physical and mental training. Although the failure is humiliating and the enemy is provocative, it does not disrupt the old sword master's thinking.

Although the demon blood flowing in his body was howling to spur his anger, forcing him to seek revenge, but as a veteran, he suppressed this urge to destroy.

Being able to kill four sword masters in one battle has proved that his opponent is difficult to deal with. He squatted down and carefully checked the traces around him, and soon discovered the spread of blood.

"They went in that direction, their steps were still messy, and the number of people was unpredictable, but there should not be more than five of them. Four sword masters died in the battle, but not a single body was left behind.

So, it’s humanity’s elite assassin team? There may be a master to help out, so don’t underestimate it! "

The old orc took a small bone horn from his waist, put it to his mouth and blew it. The sound was strange, low and sinister, and it felt like a war drum.

This is a summons signal.

Soon, nearly twenty sword masters scattered in the surrounding area were summoned. They all saw the desecrated battle flag and the corpses of their compatriots in front of them. Some young sword masters could not bear the anger in their hearts and raised their heads and roared.

"Go north!"

The old sword master waved his finger and shouted to his companions behind him in orc language:

"The enemy is tricky. There may be a human assassin master. Don't scatter rashly. Use a team of five to chase alternately! Be sure to kill the provocateur!

I am going to lead a team to support the chief. It is up to you to repay the shame and blood hatred of these four compatriots with your own hands! "

"As you command! Master."

All the Fire Blade Sword Masters accepted the order and quickly escaped into the hiding place of the Wind Step, but the old orc did not leave immediately. He stood there and gathered the corpses of his companions together as if in mourning.

When he got up, he said to behind him:

"Lantreso, why don't you go hunting?"

"Because they hate me."

A low voice sounded ten steps behind the old sword master. It was a fire blade sword master who was taller than other sword masters and had weird black-purple hair.

His skin is also not as green as other Juggernauts.

It's brown with light blue.

His face is more distinctive, softer than the green-faced fangs of ordinary orcs, his eyes are larger, and the fangs at the corners of his mouth are smaller. He should be a mixed race.

He is not a pure orc.

He was carrying a two-handed sword that was slightly different from other sword masters. It had patterns like flames and magma. It was the Master's Blade.

An elemental sword that only master swordsmen are qualified to wear.

"Even if I am more powerful than them, even if I follow you into the new world, even if I give up my conscience and join you in killing the old and the weak, even if I fight braver than any Burning Blade Orc

But you still hate me! "

He crossed his arms and said in a low voice:

"Then why should I help them? Why should I help you?"

"You're a member of the Burning Blade!"

The old sword master frowned and said:

"You were once the most promising warrior in the next generation of the Burning Blade Clan, just like Samuro who left us. The chief values ​​you very much, and you should know this."

"Yes, he valued me, so he was willing to accept me, Harfoulson ('bastard' in the orc language), into the tribe, but he never really valued me.

He just used me as a weapon.

I'm tired of it. "

The half-blood orc swordmaster spat aside and said:

"Old Dar is old. He is delirious. He jumped into a trap even though he knew it was a trap. I won't let him be buried with him! I'm leaving, Master Jubel.

It was you who trained me in the first place. I know that you, like everyone else, despise me as a bastard in your heart, but it is you who gave me strength. After tonight, I will no longer be a member of the Burning Blade Clan.

After tonight, whether the Burning Blade Clan will be around or not is another matter.

I'm going back to Draenor. "

After saying that, the tall orc turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by the old sword master.

"Lantrisso. Fireblade! If you really regard me as your mentor, then fight for the Fireblade clan one last time! The chief needs support.

I know you won't help him, so I ask you to follow our companions and hunt down the elite assassins who have desecrated the Burning Blade War Standard.

They trampled on our honor, that's..."

"You have no honor at all!"

The half-blood sword master said something contemptuously.

But after hesitating for a few seconds, he still chased in the direction of the group of sword masters. When he left, he emphasized his tone and said as if saying goodbye:

"Just like me, there is no honor left. When the Fire Blade's sword struck the first human woman who was not a warrior, we lost all honor.

This new world is great, but we, the honorless butchers, have tarnished it.

We don't deserve it!

I will respond to your request, but not for the honor of the Fire Blade, just because when you first picked me up, you didn't cut me with a knife and taught me to hold the sword.

That's all. "

Watching the half-orc sword master disappear into the wind step, the old sword master Jubel clenched his fists.

It was difficult for him to persuade his disciples to stay. In fact, when another genius swordmaster Samuro left them, the old swordmaster had already guessed Lantrexo's farewell.

Perhaps the departure of these two geniuses who should have supported the future of the Burning Blade Clan indicates that tonight is ominous, just like Lantrexo's "parting words".

After tonight, the existence of the Burning Blade Clan is still a question.

but.

"bass"

The Master Blade was unsheathed, and Jubeir held it tightly as he had done countless times in the past. The weapon that had accompanied him throughout his life seemed particularly heavy tonight.

He had heard the loud noise as the storm of blades rolled up.

That's in the other direction.

That was the sound of the chief fighting a powerful enemy.

Just like the war drums when the war started, calling him to join the battlefield, he also wanted to compete with his companions in combat skills on the endless Nagrand grassland as he did when he was young.

Instead of entering another world as an invader after death in your own world, fighting for new land.

He also wants to stay in his hometown in his memory forever.

Even if he died in battle, he still wanted his soul to return to Havalor, the hometown of the Fire Blade, which was almost destroyed.

Unfortunately, he may never have this opportunity again.

"Shua"

After the old sword master took three steps, he turned around and struck out with his sword. The lightning-like sword light easily chopped up a strange thing that appeared behind him.

That thing should be a succubus.

It has a charming face, devil's horns, sheep-like recurved hooves and two wings. It is a very cunning type of devil, with barely any fighting ability.

But when the old sword master drew his sword and slashed it, it was sent back into the twisted void without even a chance to speak.

"Come out! Stinky dog!"

Jubel scolded:

"Didn't your master Gul'dan warn you? Don't get close to the warriors of the Burning Blade clan!"

"Master, calm down."

A strange eyeball shook, emerging from the fel stream of the warlock's magic. It approached the old orc, and a cunning voice came from it.

explain:

"I'm not here for provocation, Master Jubel. You must have discovered that the cunning humans have laid a trap for Chief Dar ahead.

There are several legends fighting there.

I know you are very powerful, but in the past you just wanted to die. Once Chief Dar dies here, the split of the Burning Blade clan will be close at hand due to his two unfulfilled sons.

So, I just have one question.

Are you willing to see the decline of the Burning Blade clan?

Do you want to save your chief? "

The war blade in the old sword master's hand was already buzzing, and he could easily chop the demon summoned by the warlock's magic at any time, but he did not do that after all.

After a few seconds, he said:

"Say it."

"Hahaha, very good, we like a wise and powerful warrior like you."

That voice had a cunning tone and said artificially:

"The Shadow Council will fight for the Fire Blade tonight. Of course, after rescuing Chief Dar, we need the powerful Fire Blade Sword Masters to do some trivial work for us."