Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Cold seawater continued to gush out from the breach in the Storm Furnace, quickly filling the flesh and blood cave.

After Baku ate all the unlucky satyrs, it rushed out of the flesh cave under Black's instructions, and rushed towards the depths of the Storm Furnace like a pig.

Black's "strongest foreign aid" was finally in place, and Baku was running rampant in front of him. All flesh-and-blood beasts and faceless men could be dealt with in just one bite.

The world of alien demigods perished at the hands of the void. Although Baku is cunning to the point of being "cowardly", now that it has all the advantages, it does not hesitate to go into battle in person to find this Azeroth. The servants of the ancient gods let go of the evil fire in their hearts.

It was pity for the servants of the void sent here by N'Zoth. Before their great work was completed, they were crazily slaughtered by demigods from other worlds who had no dignity as strong men.

Just forget it if you get killed.

This guy Baku relies on the fact that he has been assimilated into the void. Not only does he want to kill people, he also wants to eat them!

This time, only the creatures of the abyss used their own filthy flesh and blood to pollute others. How could anyone have seen such a fierce demigod swallowing a faceless man alive?

The Paladins, Uncrowned Ones and Royal Knights of Kul Tiras who had assembled to guard the entrance to the Furnace of Storms suddenly understood when they saw Baku's extremely brave attack on those "weak" void creatures.

This was the "general attack signal" that Black told them before.

"In the name of Holy Light, purify the sin here!"

Dathrohan took the lead, charging forward with the Guardian of Truth and the Sun Flail, which shined brightly in the void, and the believers of the Holy Light behind him also moved forward.

Shore, Nathanos and Moros, as well as the elite Uncrowned Ones led by Red Jack, followed closely behind.

The masters of the Uncrowned predicted to their followers that their battle in Kul Tiras was dedicated to an ideal above material things, and that the Creed of the Uncrowned would be used in an act destined to change the world. Get detachment.

Some people may have doubted this statement before.

But after seeing with their own eyes such evil things as the Crucible of Storms that transcended the concept of "evil", all the assassins participating in the exhibition were extremely convinced of their master.

If attacking such evil is not the idealism of "changing the world and shaping destiny", then what kind of behavior is worthy of being called "the justice of the creed"?

They are saving a country, and even the entire world, with their double-edged swords!

Look around you.

Not only were the paladins singing generously, but there were also elves fighting alongside them.

Well, although the ghost sailors who came over from the Nagfar were a bit eye-catching, it did not prevent them from being "evil" from joining this battle of justice.

This will inevitably become another major event in the rise of the Uncrowned One.

It turns out that this is the creed declared by the master.

Sure enough, the standards adhered to by those third-rate killers who sell their skills for a little money are so high that they don't know where they are.

But at this time, instead of rushing behind Baku, who was sweeping all directions like a "sweeping robot", the brave Uncrowned Ones who were infected by the mission of the creed were admired by the master Blake and his two friends in their hearts. But it seems somewhat leisurely.

Especially Blake, who was holding a Sartre skull and admiring it over and over again.

His current state of safety is "fishing".

The stinky pirate's "collecting addiction" seems to have happened again.

It's like an artist looking at the perfect satyr's head in his hands. It has to be said that there is indeed a reason why Savarik became the Satyr Lord.

Look how symmetrical and perfect these devil horns are!

Look again, between its eye sockets and the bones on its forehead, there is a natural sunken mark, which is just right for inlaying a shadow gem.

Finally, looking at it from the perspective of Professor Sakir's Argus phrenology, the size and various parameters of this half-demon skull are very consistent with the conditions for being made into a skull-shaped magic weapon.

Because of the satyr demon's own coordination and affinity for shadow magic, even if this skull is not carved, there is still evil magic reverberating in it.

Black had already imagined the scene when he was holding the Satyr's head.

To say how powerful it is is not an understatement.

He has two treasures, the Skull of Tha'kiel and the Skull of Gul'dan, but the Skull of Satyr is much better than his two skulls in terms of appearance.

Ms. Nasa, who was following him, glanced at a demon-style bone knife stuck on the fleshy ground washed by the sea under her feet.

This thing should belong to a certain satyr demon, but now its owner has long disappeared. Only a claw that was burned and melted by poisonous fire remained on the edge of the knife, hinting at the final destination of the poor satyr.

The Watcher lady shook her head slightly. Under the owl war helmet, she glanced at the Moon Eater Baku who was chasing a group of faceless men in front of her in the hall of the Storm Furnace to eat wildly.

The huge body of the demigod, its use of poisonous fire to burn creatures in the void, and its posture of swallowing the faceless man in its mouth are so shocking no matter when you look at them.

The entire dead Storm Furnace has become lively.

Because of the raging violence in Baku, this supposedly gloomy and evil Void Holy Land became as noisy as a pig-killing farm.

"It's really full of a dark and profound evil beauty, right? If I carry it out at night, it will definitely scare at least twelve unlucky dwarf cowards."

Blake finally had enough of admiring it. He threw his new collection into his bag and sighed again. Stretching his body, the magic eyeball on his shoulder turned to look at Nasa and said:

"Even if you are wearing a helmet, I can feel that you are hesitant to speak. Just ask whatever you want."

"Is that the source of your confidence? A demigod who obeys your command?"

The watchman's adjutant whispered:

"There is also the Hydraxia Water Elemental Legion just now. The Ancestral Turtle said that the Elemental Lord Tidehunter would come here in person. I thought he was intimidating us.

How on earth did you find these strange reinforcements? "

"Maybe it's because I'm sociable and well-connected?"

Blake tilted his head and made a thinking movement. He chuckled and said:

"What you really want to ask is, why can I find such a helper and still have to go to all the trouble to contact the Holy Light Church and you? Don't underestimate yourself so much. Everyone has their own unique uses.

Powerful big names can always shake up the overall situation when they appear, but their 'appearance fees' are usually very expensive. "

The pirate shrugged, pointed to Baku, who was 'cleaning' the entire furnace with the demigod's poisonous fire, and said:

"Like it.

I presented the Stormforge as a 'gift' to it, and it was willing to condescend to come and help me show off its power. Another example is His Majesty the Tide Hunter. You can never imagine the price I paid to ask him to help me as a backup.

But Kojo is indeed lying to you. His Majesty the Tidehunter will not come here today unless I encounter a desperate situation and take the initiative to summon it, but that means that I will owe a terrible debt of gratitude to the Throat of the Abyss.

I have to hide this summons as a trump card. I will never use it if I can.

There are many prices in this world that I cannot afford. From this point of view, I am really a "poor" guy. "

"So you brought us here to be pioneers just because we are 'cheaper'?"

Nasa said in a low tone:

"You're really good at making people hate you."

“Not only are you cheap, you’re also easy to use!

You took the initiative to enter the Furnace of Storms with me for various reasons. I don’t even need to pay you a salary, nor do I need to bear the pension after death in battle.

You are simply the best tool people. "

Blake snapped his fingers and said:

"The best thing is, you owe me a favor when I bring you in to help you achieve your goals. You may make a small profit, but I will definitely not lose.

I think with the style of the watchmen, after they owe a debt of gratitude, they will not yell at me to kill me, right? You are shameless Black Moon Walkers.

I know how to deal with you best. "

“I just saw Ursoc.

Just on the other side of the dream vortex opened by Savarik, in the Emerald Dream, Lord Ursoc, who has been wandering in the dream wilderness for the past few months, is actively waving to you.

Even if it was only for a moment, I swear I saw it right. "

The silent Archdruid Moon Claw suddenly spoke:

"Wild demigods rarely get so close to a mortal. A pirate and a noble demigod. It's hard for me to think of how the relationship between you came about.

Maybe this is related to the ‘Usoc Fall Incident’ that happened in Northrend continent half a year ago?

The official record of the Cenarion Order is that a noble blue dragon helped Lord Ursoc end his pain, but now it seems that there is more to this matter?

Why didn't you tell them the truth when the Rende Society came after you? No matter how stubborn Isolarius is."

"Shhhhhh, keep your voice down. I am a low-key person who is indifferent to fame and wealth. Don't talk about my 'glorious past' casually! I don't need anyone to worship me, and I don't need you druids to be grateful to me."

Blake stretched and said in a longer tone:

"Is benevolence so powerful? Do I need to bow down and explain all this? I am not the kind of pirate you imagine to be called a 'hero'.

Do I still want to talk nonsense to the world about my friendship with Ursoc?

Wouldn’t that make me look very classless?

What I really want is your reaction, Mr. Archdruid.

The kind of shock and disbelief on your face when you rely on your own exploration to uncover the mystery, and find out that I am a 'big shot' far beyond your imagination.

Yes, I just like to see the stunned expressions of you elves. "

"I'm just expressing my kindness, Mr. Black. Maybe you can give me some kindness in return. Alas, it's really hard to make friends with people who are full of conspiracy like you."

The archdruid sighed and said:

"But today is not in vain. Not only did I save the Watchers, I also met a strange demigod like Baku who merged the void and life, and I heard the truth of Ursoc's story from you.

It's not every day that I hear legendary stories like this. "

"That's natural, and I don't say it every day."

Blake curled his lips, pointed forward, and said:

"Look, they are in front, the guys who are looking for Dai Lin. It seems that they are unlucky enough to be besieged. You guys wait here for a while, I will go over and scare them."

——

There was indeed trouble in finding the Dailin Five, but it wasn't a big problem.

They were ambushed in a small passage by a group of cunning faceless men named Jaxir, but four of the five were legendary masters.

Fenna is the shield T, the Golden Sword Lady is the magic output, the Elf Sword Master Morningseeker is the physical output, and there is also a great knight holding an artifact who occasionally makes a guest appearance as a healer.

With this top-level configuration, every encounter with a faceless man will result in him being cut down in one fell swoop.

Even with Jean Greymane "paddling" along the way, their advancement speed was not slow at all.

"boom"

The faceless thug, who was greasy all over his body, roared and struck down Fenner with his suction-cup tentacles like a war hammer, but was blocked by the latter with the most standard shield block.

This powerful and heavy blow with a void impact did not hurt Fenner at all, and it did not even make the half-elf warrior take a step back.

She just swayed and hit the face of the Kesir assassin beside her with a backhand shield, smashing most of the ugly bastard's head into pieces.

Fenner shouldn't be so powerful.

But when fighting the void creatures, the Tyrian power in her body suddenly became violent as if she had seen an old enemy that would never die.

Even Fenna herself is getting bigger and more fierce, with a rather majestic posture like a Titan warrior.

Under her fierce attack, the Elf Sword Master and the Great Knight were also mobilized to attack. The three of them were slashing in front of them in a row. The Lady of the Golden Sword gracefully triggered a small-scale blizzard, inflicting heavy blows on the enemy. Slowing and ice piercing.

It was obvious that Madam was feeling resentful at this moment.

Therefore, the blizzard she unleashed stabbed down a lot of ice picks like short spears, all in an effort to kill the opponent's body.

However, these four people were fighting in a lively manner, but they ignored Gene, who had no sense of presence.

The King of Gilneas did not step forward to show his presence. He held his sword and cautiously followed Fenna, not leaving the area enveloped by the strange silver light on her body.

His unassuming attitude really makes him look like a soy sauce guy.

But it’s really not good to fish.

Soon, trouble came to him.

Seeing that the two Kesir assassins could not break through Fenner's golden sword's nearly perfect defense from the front, and could not sneak past them to attack the caster, they set their target on the middle-aged man who was hiding behind and was easy to bully at first sight. On men.

They relied on the shadow that was more powerful than normal life and quietly approached Jean, who was looking around with a vigilant expression.

Holding the bone sword made of black bones in his hand, which was still twisting strangely, he launched a vicious void backstab at Jean at the same time. The four knives not only stabbed Jean's four fatal places, but this attack also It also has an impact on the human soul.

snort.

If I can't kill the Titan warriors, why can't I kill you, an incompetent mortal?

The cold and ruthless eyes of the two Kesir assassins seemed to have reflected the scene of Jean's tragic death under their sharp blades. In this Holy Land of the Void, the death of the body is not the end.

The soul of this unlucky ghost will also be captured by their supreme dark gods, which will be the best tribute that the humble servants can give to their master.

"Puff, puff"

With this beautiful imagination, the two K'sir made an unpleasant and harsh laugh. After two sounds of flesh and blood tearing, the octopus heads of the two K'sir assassins swirled and flew out.

Huh?

Why is it not as expected?

As a void creature, Ke'sir would not die immediately even if his head was cut off. The two octopus heads rolled on the sticky ground, and then saw the last scene before death.

Jean, who was assassinated by them, still maintained the action of looking left and right just now.

But gray-white manes have begun to grow on the originally human body.

His left paw still held the sword, but a beast-like sharp claw had popped out of his right paw, and filthy blood was dripping from the tip of the claw bit by bit.

Dry!

It's really crazy to see that the weakest one is actually the only hidden monster among the five people.

This is a werewolf!