Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The race of Dread Lords has a very distinctive feature.

Except for those guys who left special scars on their souls for strange reasons, causing some "characteristics" to appear on their bodies, all Nasrezim almost looked the same.

It was entirely because their creator was "lazy" when making the Dread Lords and used one mold to carve out the original appearance of all the Dread Lords.

This creates a lot of trouble for outsiders to identify the identities of these fear demons.

However, "demon culture researchers" who are familiar with Nasrezim will not confuse the identity of the Dread Lord, because the wings of each Dread Lord are different in color.

They rely on the color of their wings to distinguish different individuals.

For example, the wings of the Dread Lord in front of Blake are purple, and to be honest, they are very beautiful. The premise is to ignore the evil bone wings on the wings and those holes that look very unsophisticated and exude decadent beauty.

The color of Cassanatir's wings was originally dark red, but after being transformed into a shadow creature, it turned into a pure black that lingered in the shadow.

Pirates really like this color scheme.

Black is a classic and versatile color that can never go wrong in any occasion.

"who are you!"

On the burning city streets, Mal'Ganis did not relax his vigilance when he heard Black's taunting words. The fear lord stared at the humans in front of him with cold eyes, and said:

"I don't remember seeing you before, your breath is weird."

"Nonsense, this is the sacrifice I made for the great cause of the emperor. How can a cunning person like you understand this greatness?"

The pirate scoffed at Mal'Ganis' suspicion.

Under the gaze of the Dread Lord, Blake relaxed his hold on the demon in his heart.

The next moment, a pair of huge bat wings spread out in the shadow behind him, flapping twice like a bird flapping its wings when taking off, and then dissipated in black smoke as they closed.

"You transformed yourself into a shadow creature?"

Mal'Ganis saw the wings and confirmed that there was indeed a Dread Lord entrenched in the creature in front of him, but it still showed no kindness and just asked in an indifferent tone:

"Why? All tribesmen avoid this kind of pain of energy transformation. Why do you take the initiative to do this?"

"Of course it's because of me."

Black laughed and replied in human language:

"Of course it's because my evil master asked it to do this. Don't blame poor Cassanatil, it's just bad luck. Okay, I won't joke with you anymore, my dear 'Immortal Two Kings'.

As you can see, I am a warlock, a loyal lackey of the Burning Legion, and a fanatical fan of Lord Sargeras. By chance, I know the true origins of you dreadlords and the master you are truly loyal to. .

I don't want to threaten you with this secret either.

I am lucky to meet you today. I just want you to help me send a letter to the Shadow Realm and deliver it to Emperor Denathrius.

You may not know this, but the Emperor ranks thirteenth among all the men I admire. Considering that there are great men like Lord Sargeras in this list, this ranking is really not low. "

"A mortal who bound Lord Nasrezim? He can also learn the secrets of the Shadow Realm. Tsk tsk, it's so strange and such a shame!"

Mal'Ganis' tone became rude.

Its blade-like claws collided, and it said in a cold tone:

"Maybe I should kill you here before the guy who keeps failing continues to embarrass us."

"Of course, you can try."

Black took out the Skull of Gul'dan, threw it up and down in his hand, and said to the Dread Lord in front of him:

“But it’s your own risk.”

As he spoke, he threw a sealed scroll towards the Dread Lord and said:

“This is the ‘Surrender of Integrity’ I wrote to the Emperor. Remember to send it to the Emperor’s luxurious ‘Naslia Castle’ intact, and remember not to be discovered by other lords.

Especially the Stoneforger, the bearer of the Order of Wrath.

The hatred towards you by that woman with a terrifying origin is very, very terrifying. In addition, it’s time for you to change your spies in the Castle of Sin. "

Every word Black said made Mal'Ganis's eyes jump. After he finished speaking, the Dread Lord stared at the scroll in his hand, feeling an unprecedented vigilance and enthusiasm for the mysterious human in front of him. curious.

It doubted that this pirate had been to the Shadow Realm, to Revendreth, and back to the world of the living.

But this is simply impossible!

The veil of life and death is now so solid that not even a Titan can cross it, let alone a mere mortal.

Where did he know this?

"Well, in addition to being a pirate, a warlock and a hunter, I am actually a prophet."

Black politely answered the doubts in the mind of Demon King Nasrezim. The answer was a bit unexpected, but if it was true, it could indeed explain the question perfectly.

"You, a mortal, have aroused my interest. The Emperor may also be interested in you. But for me to deliver the message, it is a long distance from the twisted void of the material world to Revendreth in the Shadow Realm."

Mal'Ganis raised his claws, grabbed his chin, and said with a sly smile:

"This is very difficult to do."

"Is it difficult to handle? If it's difficult to handle, then don't do it."

When the pirate heard that the Dread Demon King wanted benefits from him, he immediately turned cold and said to the shameless demon in front of him:

"Everyone is serving the great emperor's great cause. You actually only think about your own interests. It is really a shame among Nathrezim! You should really learn from my 'God of Express Delivery'.

It works hard to deliver letters to me all over the world, but only a bag of garbage can make it happy for several days without complaining. "

"I don't even know you, you bastard human being."

The Dread Lord cursed:

"You are just a stranger to us. Pay attention to your identity and the tone of your words, bastard!"

"Ah"

The pirate snorted, thought for a while, and said:

"You want benefits, right? If I give you benefits, how about your life? Is this price appropriate?"

"What did you say?"

The Dread Lord's tone immediately became dangerous.

But Blake didn't care. He pointed to the burning city around him and said:

“Leave quickly, don’t stay in this place of right and wrong for long.

I invited a friend to come here for hunting. Counting the time, he should be arriving soon. A unique and powerful demon like you is very, very 'delicious' in his eyes.

Just run.

I know the devil never dies, but why suffer any more? "

"Hey, the wisdom of mortals."

Mal'Ganis flapped his wings and let himself fly up on the spot, then moved his body and landed on the ground. There was a disdainful smile on the pale and sinister face of this powerful demon.

Obviously, it doesn't think that anyone in this world can regard a demon lord like it as "prey".

The Pirates can't comment on this confidence.

He was too lazy to talk to this ignorant demon. He still had business to do, so after saying goodbye to each other, the pirate changed directions and moved quickly towards his destination.

On Mal'Ganis' side, the small incident of meeting Black and agreeing to deliver a letter did not affect the plans of this evil lord of horrors.

It wanders low-key in the burning city, looking for satisfying souls among those who have taken refuge or are stubbornly resisting. This is a long-lost "hunting".

Not only can you taste the feast of souls, but if you catch a few more interesting souls, you can also absorb special anima to strengthen your strength again.

Yes, as a creature of the Shadow Realm, in addition to absorbing the power of evil energy, the Dreadlord can also use mysterious anima to strengthen himself. Of course, this approach must be done with caution most of the time.

If accidentally discovered by his demon "colleagues", the Dreadlord's latent cause will be horribly affected.

However, rare anima is hard to find. The crystallization of this power will have completely different effects due to different branches of power, racial characteristics, and professional characteristics.

Even a creature like the Dreadlord has a limited amount of anima power it can absorb.

It must be distinguished carefully and considered carefully.

This method of using anima is the "exclusive skill" of creatures in the Shadow Realm. Life in the material world cannot even perceive anima, let alone use them.

But Mal'Ganis' happy hunt didn't last long.

Soon, it sensed the strange riot of elemental power. The demon lord flew high into the sky and looked in the direction of the energy fluctuations. It saw a fierce guy appearing in the burning city wrapped in a strange strong wind. .

The moment he saw that guy, the Dread Lord immediately became frightened.

"Damn it! How could it be him! Wasn't he imprisoned by his own clan?"

Mal'Ganis cursed:

"My Lord Sargeras, the demons in this city are in trouble today. May the Dark Titan protect your miserable souls. May the Maw tear apart that bastard's will forever.

I don't want to follow in the footsteps of poor Azzinoth, who was robbed of his treasures and couldn't even escape his soul back to the Twisting Nether. Not only did he steal things, but he also killed people.

That's a real villain.

I'm going to run away.

However, it's interesting that that pirate actually has such a friend. "

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"I can't stand it anymore, retreat quickly!"

In Dalaran, on top of the tower where Narthalas Academy temporarily resides, the Nightborne magic swordsman Aluriel was summoned and held a flaming magic sword, and killed a low-level demon lord with difficulty.

The army of elemental demon spirits surrounding her is no match for the demons that are constantly pouring in around her. They are far inferior in number, and the demons that can be summoned from Marton to the material world are all true elites of destruction.

They are everywhere in the city.

The legendary magic swordsman turned around and silently waved his sword behind him, and the demon hunter Elisana Ravencrest, who was killing demons, shouted:

"I have taken advantage of the chaos to get back all the tomes of necromancy, and I also brought many grimoires of human spellcasters. We have got what we need, and now it's time to leave."

Elisana didn't answer and just continued to kill the demon.

Judging from her fierce look, it seemed that she was planning to kill all the demons in the city and not let any of them go. But unfortunately, she, a veteran demon hunter, cannot accomplish such a great feat by herself.

"Elizana! Wake up! Put away your hatred of demons first, now it's time to go!"

Aluriel waved the magic blade in his hand and danced forward in an arc. In the explosion of flames and ice demons, the group of demon guards that came over were blown to pieces on the spot.

She shouted loudly:

"If we don't leave, we will be swamped by them. The portal to the demon world has been opened, and this city is hopeless."

"That's what they told my father at the time."

The war blade in Elisana's hand swept across, cutting off the two hellhounds in half. Amid the smelly, corrosive demon blood, this elegant and even overly thin female elf whispered:

"Ten thousand years ago, when the devil attacked, those generals also said the same thing to the lord of Black Crow Castle. But my father did not leave, he did not leave his people behind, he transformed his castle into a fortress , vowing to fight to the death and not retreat.

My father has been dead for ten thousand years, but I found that he is still teaching me.

Let's go, Aluriel.

Thanks for your help during this time, but I.

I can't go back. "

The demon hunter wiped the blood on his face, turned around and took out Suramar's lord's emblem, and threw it to the bewildered legendary magic swordsman without hesitation.

A smile appeared on Elisana's face and she said:

"Consider this my 'resignation letter' and send it to my 'aunt' Alisande, telling her that I was unhappy at her place, but fortunately I have found my new home.

Thank her for taking care of me. "

"You're crazy!"

The legendary magic swordsman shouted:

"Have you forgotten why you came here? Think about your father and your people! Are you going to abandon them?"

"My father is not the kind of cowardly man who needs to be saved. Just death cannot stop his fighting spirit and courage to return to the battlefield.

What my father needed wasn't salvation, he needed a war.

I will be his vanguard.

I will fight alongside him.

This is the dark fate of the Ravencrest family."

Elisana Ravencrest turned around, took a deep breath, transformed into the form of a demon as the evil energy surged around her body, and the magic patterns shone. Her two swords were burning with blazing flames, and she charged towards the distance. Looking at the Eredar Demon Prince striding over here.

Her wings spread out in the air, and while flying away from here, she said to her companions:

"Let's go quickly, Aluriel, you won't be able to get out any later. Don't worry about me, demon hunters will not die in the hands of demons, we will only bring ruthless destruction and endless fear to them!

This is my war!

I'm already in my home, I don't have to move around anymore. "

"Come back! You idiot!"

The Demon Swordsman watched as her companion foolishly charged towards an opponent she couldn't handle at all.

On top of the collapsed tower, she shouted loudly to make Ilisana turn back, but looking at her decisive back, Oruriel knew that she had lost Ilisana.

Suramar lost this glorious bloodline forever.

But the analysis of the legendary magic swordsman is also correct. Facing a high-level demon lord like Prince Maczar, it would be difficult for Elisana Ravencrest to fight against him even in the form of a demon.

In less than a minute, the demonic hunter was punched by the grinning prince, whistling like a broken-winged bird from high altitude, and landed on the burning street.

"Die! Bug!"

The eredar demon lord laughed and raised his feet, trying to crush the little bug into pulp amid the surge of demon guards around him.

But at this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew in the burning flame. Amidst the weird laughter of the djinn, a lonely elf with a bare upper body and a black eye mask was walking out of the wind step by step.

The magic patterns on his body were shining.

When he appeared, two shining weird moon blades were flying to both sides like rotating saw blades. In the blood splashing, they killed the demon guards who were rushing around. Insert in front of Ravencrest.

"Lord Illidan!"

In despair, Elisana Ravencrest let out a scream of surprise.

It seems that as long as this man appears, no amount of demons will be a problem.

"You did well and the Illidari are proud of you."

Illidan Stormrage walked past his followers. After taking two steps, he turned back and said:

"Any invitation to hunt demons, Illidari will not be absent, follow! Veteran, this time, don't fall behind."