Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Serra Moonguard ran away.

Perhaps it was because they were defeated by Blake and Nasa's joint efforts, or perhaps they sensed the other party's determination not to give up until they achieved their goals.

In short, in the chaotic battlefield, the Fallen Watcher Moon Guard abandoned his "compatriots", escaped into the shadow of the void, and quickly disappeared into the furnace of storm.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't stop her. You real watchers are too powerful. It's really not something that my crooked monkey version of the watcher can handle."

Blake clutched his stomach in a playful manner, and said to Nasa, who was dressed roughly behind him, with a painful look on his face:

"I really want to risk my life to keep her. But you know me, I'm not that great yet."

"It's not your fault."

Nasa held her moon blade and breathed heavily on the spot. She looked at the shattered Void Soul in front of her and said in a tired tone:

"The fallen Sera is too strong. The void has strengthened her destructive power. I can't do better if I do it. You are powerful enough to survive under her sharp blade."

"Well, that's true."

The pirate glanced at the newly regenerated magic shield in front of him, rubbed his chin and recalled the deadly sharpness of Sera Moon Guard that broke through the two layers of shield just now, and nodded with deep approval.

With the toughness of the magic shield derived from his current outrageous health bar, which is on the order of one-third, it is definitely not something that anyone can break through with one blow.

Except for the unscientific guy like old Hemet who specializes in sniping, there is almost no shortcut to breaking this magic shield other than crushing it with strength.

From this point of view, Serra Moon Guard has indeed been strengthened to the extreme by the power of the void in terms of destructive power. She has broken away from the power framework of the Watcher and walked on another road untraveled.

"Think on the bright side, everyone else except her has been found by you."

Blake even comforted him hypocritically:

"Perhaps you should quickly drag your compatriots out of the Void Egg. Remember my instructions. After taking them back, you must not let them run around.

Put them in the Watcher's Cage, and it will take at least a hundred years to free them from the influence of the ancient gods. "

The tired Nasa nodded silently.

She turned around and glanced behind her. The fallen watchmen had all been subdued. With three secretly-passed marksmen and an archdruid blocking the way back, they couldn't even run away.

"puff"

Windrunner's mother drew her war bow and shot an arrow at the void eggs at the edge of the surrounding walls where flesh and blood gathered. The arrows whirled and broke through three evil objects.

Amidst the splashing of the smelly and disgusting liquid, three Watchers, covered in void mucus all over their bodies, fell out.

Nasa and other watchers immediately stepped forward to help them up, and then pulled out the little octopus monsters lying on their faces, those heartless ones that would corrode the mind and brain.

The Arch Druid used natural magic to examine the bodies of these poor people. After the preliminary inspection, the Arch Druid of the Moon Claw breathed a sigh of relief and said to the others:

"Fortunately, they were captured for a short time and their will was strong enough. Although there are signs of void corrosion, their souls still belong to Elune.

As long as he brings Val'sharah back to them and slowly heals them in the dream, they will be able to recover in a few years. "

This news boosted the morale of the watchers who had just fought with their fallen compatriots and were feeling sad. Under Nasa's command, they quickly destroyed all the other void eggs and identified each one.

After the last Watcher veteran was rescued, Nasa became even more impatient.

"The lady is not here."

The loyal adjutant clenched the moon blade in her hand and said:

"Could it be that she was taken deeper into this nightmare place?"

"Well, it's very possible."

The stinky pirate was fanning the flames nearby, and said with a malicious tone:

"A character like a stinky woman might even be 'trained' by Nzos himself."

After saying these words, all the Watchers immediately glared at him.

But Blake whistled indifferently and said:

"Why are you looking at me? This kind of thing is entirely possible, okay?"

"Stop exaggerating idle fears, my disciple."

Windrunner’s mother couldn’t stand it anymore. She grabbed the dark war bow and said in a deep voice:

"I have fought against Ms. Maiev on Watch Island. Based on my understanding of her strength, it is very likely that she was not caught by the Void Creation at all.

She might even be lurking here early in the morning.

Trying to save her subordinates like us, or looking for an opportunity to destroy this hellish place in one fell swoop. "

"I'm going to continue my search for the lady here."

Nasa breathed a sigh of relief and said to the other watchers:

"You send our compatriots back to the surface and wait patiently there. If I don't come back in the end, you take them back to Watch Island."

"You can't do it alone."

The other watchers were obviously unwilling to leave Nasa here alone.

This ghost place is so infiltrated with people, and Nasa has just experienced a hard battle, so leaving her here is tantamount to letting her commit suicide.

But just when Nasa was about to speak, the Arch Druid who was treating the unconscious watchmen suddenly stood up. He was vigilantly sensing his surroundings, and the flowers on the wild staff in his hand were also quickly withering.

"Quickly! This furnace of flesh and blood is changing. I feel the rift in the dream is opening here. A new evil person has entered here, it's Sartre!

The destination of the satyrs who escaped from the cage of the Holy Tree in Val'sharah is indeed here! "

Moon Claw turned around and warned:

"There are so many of them that the dreamland is trembling. N'Zoth summoned his evil servants to surround us. Quick! Leave before they surround us!"

Following Shaun Moonclaw's warning, Blake also felt the changes in the environment in the Storm Crucible, and a strange feeling enveloped the pirate.

His body is still in the material world, but his soul is drawn into another dimension.

He even yawned.

Everything in front of him became unreal, the voice of the Great Druid of Moonclaw seemed to fade away, and a drowsy feeling arose in the pirate's mind.

But it dispersed after a few seconds.

"Wake up, little master, nightmares are invading your mind."

Xal'atath, who woke him from his slumber, warned:

"The Sleeping City is getting closer and closer to the material plane. The power of N'Zoth begins to manifest here. The nightmare of illusions is one of its domains.

The druid was right, there were large groups of satyrs who were dreamwalking into the Crucible of Storms. They may have been summoned by their evil masters to defend the forge.

But I guess they might also be coming for you, and you have their sacred objects in your hand. "

"this?"

Blake grabbed the magic pendant hanging around his neck, curled his lips and said:

"Isn't it just a legendary pendant? These satyrs are really stingy. They suffered a loss once in Dalaran. These bastards still can't learn their lesson.

It seems they need to be taught another lesson.

But what I am concerned about is whether the ancestor Satsavis has come? N'Zoth's loyal servant is a troublesome opponent. "

"Wait, let me feel it."

Xal'atath said something, and a few seconds later, she replied:

"No, those satyrs don't have power fluctuations close to the demigod level, but they are led by several legendary satyrs. They look very aggressive and difficult to deal with.

And they are coming your way, they are coming for you! "

"Um."

Blake nodded.

He jumped to the edge of the stomach-like flesh cave with a whoosh, and raised his hand to feel the disgusting wall.

Relying on the perception of sea water by Baron Riptide and Proudmoore's bloodline, he roughly calculated the distance between the cave wall and the outer sea water.

It wasn't as thick as he thought.

It seems that when N'Zoth's servants dug into the island's mountain to build the Storm Furnace, they basically hollowed out the main body of the island connected to the continental shelf.

"You all go!"

The pirate turned around and shouted to the group of people behind him:

"Everyone, leave, don't leave anyone behind. I'm going to fight the satyrs here to buy time for you to find Maiev Shadowsong. Everyone below legend, get out!"

I'll just tell the truth.

N'Zoth's fallen kingdom is approaching the material plane. When the gate opens, any being with less than legendary strength will go crazy just looking at it. Staying here is just a burden.

The people you want to save have been saved. You watchers have owed me a huge favor. It's not yet time for you to repay the favor, so just wait patiently.

I will go to you to collect payment.

Mentor, please take them away and move to the outer layer to assist the Paladins in stationing to stabilize my retreat. "

"Um."

Windrunner's mother nodded, grabbed the two unconscious Watchers and strode toward the outer level, walking neatly and neatly, as if she didn't care whether Black would survive.

Such an indifferent attitude made Emeril Shadowguard and Lion Wolfwalker stunned.

Ms. Shadow Guard also carried a watcher on her back and chased after her. She asked in a low voice:

"Aren't you worried about your disciples?"

"He won't actively seek death. He never does anything he's not sure about. Just because I know him well enough, I won't stay."

Windrunner’s mother said coldly:

"You heard it just now, he doesn't need to be a burden."

"Am I a burden?"

Miss Shadow Guard widened her eyes and said:

"I am also a legendary ranger after all! Your disciple can't look down on others like this!"

"He uses me as a mentor as a tool."

Lilesa said expressionlessly:

"Believe me, he doesn't treat you as bait and cannon fodder that can be thrown away casually. It has already shown that he values ​​you very much."

"Isn't your master-disciple relationship too twisted?"

The legendary ranger whispered:

"You don't beat such an arrogant disciple?"

"Then I have to be able to beat him. Although he has always respected me, I know very well that after the Battle of Dalaran, I am no longer his opponent.

I can seriously hurt him, but he is absolutely sure to send me to eternal death.

You have also been deceived by his improper disguise.

You're looking down on him, but that's exactly what he wants you to do. "

Windrunner’s mother sighed and said:

"He is not a legend yet. Beating up a legend is just like playing. I can no longer imagine the power of a monster disciple like me after he breaks through to the extraordinary realm.

Stop talking nonsense, take someone with you and let’s go! "

Miss Emeril wanted to rebut again.

But Lion Wolfwalker behind her pulled her sleeve. As a legendary ranger who was shamefully captured alive by pirates, Lord Wolfwalker felt that Lord Windrunner was absolutely right.

That stinking pirate is a freak.

Now with Windrunner's mother taking the lead, the remaining watchers, under the command of Nasa, quickly took the newly rescued compatriots out of danger.

But Nasa herself did not leave, nor did Archdruid Shaun Moonclaw.

The pirate was tapping on the wall as if to make a mark. He turned back to look at Nasa and Moonclaw behind him, and said with a look of disgust:

"I said, don't stay as a burden! Which word in this sentence don't you understand?"

"I will continue to stay here to search for traces of the lady."

Nasa had heard the noisy roar not far away. She made a fighting stance and said calmly:

"I have a feeling that if I follow you, I will definitely find the lady."

"Looking after those Satyrs is the thousand-year mission given to me by the Cenarion Order. I have looked after them for more than nine thousand years! Because of my mistake, these half-demons escaped from the cage of the Holy Tree.

It's my job to track them down, kill them, or recapture them. "

The archdruid said with a serious face:

"This is not just helping you, Lord Black, I am just fulfilling my mission. Moreover, you said before that we wanted to have a chat, but our conversation has not started yet, so how can I leave alone?"

"Okay, one or two people are not very capable, but there are many reasons."

Blake curled his lips and paid no attention to them.

He seemed to have no sense of Sartre's approaching threat. He still raised his hand and touched the flesh-stained wall. He didn't know what he was touching.

Could it be that he is fishing for money?

A minute later, a large rift in the dreamland opened in front of the three people's eyes, and the Satyrs who had appeared in Dalaran also jumped out of the dream vortex one by one.

The satyrs who appeared this time were much stronger than those weaklings in Dalaran.

At a glance, all he saw was a high-level half-demon.

All of them have ferocious postures, covered in shadows, holding bone knives and bows, and some have large demon dogs as pets.

These ram-horned demons, which best fit the image of devils in folklore, are divided into several well-organized queues, and the leader of each queue is a legendary satyr.

They stared at the three people in front of them with their cold and evil eyes. As the nightmare continued to spread, their number soon expanded to hundreds.

In the largest dream vortex, a mighty satyr lord with weird blue-gray skin and mane, wearing eyeball armor that was a mix of elves and ancient gods, was walking step by step from the dream into the material world.

Its size is two times larger than an ordinary satyr, and one step larger than the legendary satyrs.

Its half-demon body also had some physical changes. Wherever it went, the green fire of chaos followed it like a shadow, stretching and twisting its evil shadow on the ground.

A satyr lord!

The adjutant of the ancestor Satsavis cannot be called a "weak" existence on any level.

His evil power makes him look like a big shot.

The Archdruid and the Lieutenant of the Warden have raised their vigilance to the extreme.

With so many elite half-demons gathering in front of them, or in this evil place located in their home field, their abilities have been greatly enhanced by the void.

And because the Sleeping City is close to the material world, where these satyrs are located, the power of nightmares is constantly interfering with the thinking of normal life.

Slow down their reactions and cloud their thinking. Under the circumstances, even the Archdruid himself, who was well-informed and had experienced many wars, already felt a trace of despair in his heart.

But Blake behind him kept hitting the wall with his fist, as if measuring the echo.

This guy.

Surrounded by so many elite half-demon, is he not afraid at all? Is it true, as Ms. Windrunner said in a joke, that he enjoys this feeling of being in a desperate situation and being hunted?

"Blake Shaw."

The green satyr lord didn't even look at the two elves in front of him. He was full of anger and thought that he would finally taste the blood of thieves today. He just started speaking in Saras language, but was interrupted by Black with a wave of his hand:

"Wait a minute, didn't you see that I was busy? You uninvited bastards have no way of understanding what I'm doing. So, shush! Be quiet.

Be good, and you will die soon. "