Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 853 183. Oh, they are all old acquaintances - extra update for Huo Zheng, a good brother [1320]

"Switch defense!"

A low voice sounded behind the Nightborne Arcanist, like a ghost, but it did not scare the spellcaster who was fishing on the floating ship.

The latter turned his head and glanced at the thin elf behind him who was wearing a cloak and an eyepatch, and frowned involuntarily.

Even though they have been working with these dark walkers for several months, it is still difficult for the arrogant arcanists to accept these elusive and taciturn guys.

Not only because of their boring lifestyle like ascetic monks, but also because these guys always seem to have their own "villain filter", which makes people feel uncomfortable when they see them.

This is actually quite normal.

Put a demon inside anyone and they will end up looking like this.

However, after witnessing the restraint and terrifying lethality of these demon hunters against spellcasters, any mage who still has some brains would stay as far away from these crazy hunters as possible.

We are not in the same boat, so why should we insist on being friends?

Thinking of this, the Nightborne Arcanist felt a little relieved. He pulled his lips and showed a stiff smile to the demon hunter behind him, but soon thought that these guys were all blind.

Are you laughing in front of ghosts?

The arcanist who made a small mistake was a little annoyed. He snorted and walked to the back of the deck with his staff.

Maris Demonic Disaster could actually sense the emotional fluctuations of the Arcanist, the Son of the Night, and he could even detect the awkward smile this guy showed.

But he didn't care.

Ever since he joined Lord Illidan ten thousand years ago and started chasing demons all over the world, all the happy or perfunctory emotions had left him.

He doesn't care what others think of him. For those who humiliate him, he will only call them stupid in his heart, but never say it out loud.

Because silence is the hunter's disguise, indifference is the hunter's armor, and reason is the hunter's sword. If it depends too much on other people's thoughts, it will only affect the speed of his drawing the sword.

But when Marius Demonic Disaster shifted to the sentry post of the Nightborne magic battleship, he suddenly smelled a strange smell, sour, like a raspberry flavor.

This small discovery made the demon hunter curl his lips, and a fleeting hint of disdain appeared on his always gloomy and indifferent cheeks.

He smelled it, it was the smell of magic wine.

It means that the solemn-looking Master of the Night just drank secretly while on duty. He had obviously done bad things, but he still had to pretend to be a gentleman.

These vain and boring Shaldorei elves are hopeless.

They have completely given up on fighting against magic addiction, and the whole family is immersed in the carnival of magic wine, allowing desires to flow through their bodies, and allowing their souls to be covered in self-will and depravity.

Even if such a civilization has an ambitious and enterprising leader, how can it have a future?

No wonder the first batch of Nightborne demon hunters recruited nearly 50,000 people, but not even 50 formal hunters were trained. This kind of success rate would make Lord Illidan despair if he came in person.

Mud can't hold up the wall!

Demon hunter Maris thought this at the sentry post, but soon he gave up his disdain for the Nightborne in his heart because it was completely useless.

These guys are as thick-skinned as their magical talents.

Perhaps His Majesty Elune is blind, how could he give these addicts such good magical talents?

Maris, who had just become an Illidari veteran last month, slandered a little in his heart, but he could not tell what he was thinking on the outside.

Still maintaining the cold and ice-like attitude of the demon hunter.

In the evening when he was sailing in the endless sea, standing on the deck of the magic battleship, he quickly began to mobilize his energy to start an endless battle with the inner demons in his heart.

Probably because he killed too many demons in Elre'Thalas, Maris has been "choking" recently. The demons in his heart are constantly challenging his sanity while bringing him more power.

This is not a good sign.

It is precisely because of this that Marius Demonic Scourge was assigned to this ship by the "Sufferer" Altruis, and returned to Suramar with the ship to rest for a while.

They followed Lord Illidan in the War of the Ancients, and now only a few of them are left.

Every soldier is a very precious brother.

Marius still remembers what he was told by the sufferer before he boarded the ship: In all things, self-preservation comes first, and we must be ready to respond to Lord Illidan's call at any time.

This sentence is absolutely correct.

At least for demon hunters.

The Nightborne who now provide them with food, accommodation, weapons, and equipment can be considered as "hiring" them at best. There is only one true master of the Illidari.

As long as Lord Illidan calls, the Illidari will not hesitate to drop all the work at hand and rush to the assembly area.

Unfortunately, Lord Illidan last appeared in Azeroth more than two months ago.

According to the news from their sister Elisana Ravencrest, Lord Illidan seems to have traveled to the Twisting Nether through a demonic portal.

As expected of Lord Illidan!

Entering the devil's stronghold alone, this heroic act made many Illidari excited and longing for it. Unfortunately, I don’t know when it will be until you return to the material world again.

As for whether Lord Illidan will die in the Twisting Nether?

Do not make jokes!

How could Lord Illidan die?

He is a legendary hero who has faced the Dark Titan Sargeras! No demon can harm him. Even if the Defiler or the Deceiver comes in person, Lord Illidan will definitely...

what is that?

Because of his confrontation with his inner demons, Illidari veteran Maris Demonbane was suddenly awakened by strange things appearing within his range of perception.

In order to complete the demon hunter's ritual, he blinded his own eyes to better hunt demons, so there is no such thing as "vision", but to compensate, Maris's perception has been greatly enhanced.

He paused the battle with his inner demon, stood up and sent out his perception, and soon captured a strange thing.

A falcon-like bird of prey was flying down from the clouds at an incredible speed, like a black lightning, making it difficult for perception magic to capture its figure.

The falcon quickly circled around the magical battleship heading for Suramar from the continent of Kalimdor for several times, flapped its wings again, and flew away in another direction.

When it left Maris's perception range, the falcon skimmed the undulating water very skillfully, and used its sharp and strong talons to pick up a swordfish that wanted to "fly" from the water.

This made Maris immediately alert.

They were currently sailing in the maelstrom ocean current, and there was an island within a hundred miles of the nearby waters. Where did this falcon, which looked like it was a terrestrial creature, come from?

The speed of its flight was obviously abnormal, indicating that it was not a natural creature.

sentinel? Hunter's Eye?

Could it be

Is this ship being targeted?

A sense of crisis surged into the Demon Hunter's heart, giving him the urge to immediately report the incident to the legendary Demon Swordsman and Captain Nightborne who were on the ship.

But when Maris was about to get up, he suddenly remembered the reminder from the victim commander when he left Elrethalas.

In everything you do, your own safety comes first!

Um.

In this current situation, it is a bit scary to carefully analyze the meaning of this sentence.

Did the victim already know that this magical ship filled with Syndra's elven treasures would be ambushed?

If we think about it further, could this unexpected ambush have something to do with the victim himself? After all, the ship's departure time and sailing route are absolutely confidential.

In this desolate maelstrom of ocean currents, it is basically impossible to track this ship on the vast ocean.

The other party came prepared and must have received the news in advance.

not good!

We have a mole in our midst.

And the most embarrassing thing is that the mole is actually me? How come I didn't know that I had become a mole for no apparent reason? How to explain this?

This thought made Maris's heart beat faster for a moment. All demon hunters who could survive the cruel ancient war were definitely not stupid.

He quickly sorted out the cause and effect, and finally decided to pretend that nothing had happened.

And Marius also roughly guessed who the ambusher was.

After all, after the Illidari were released from the Watcher's cage, there were only a few forces that dealt with the outside world, and there was only one force that secretly maintained contact with them.

"Black Shaw, the Immortal Pirate"

Maris snorted and touched the hunting magic mark on his chest.

This improved magic pattern was re-engraved at Nathalas Academy. It is precisely because of these improved hunting magic patterns that his strength has been able to improve rapidly in the past few months.

In other words, Maris Demonic Disaster, who once served as the demonology and demon defense instructor at Narthalas College, still owed a favor to the undead pirates.

Forget it, let's just return the favor here.

"report!"

The Arcanist of the Nightborn on the deck secretly drank the magic wine and got very happy. Only when he was feeling dizzy did he remember his duty, and he raised his head and shouted to Maris.

The demon hunter closed his eyes again and said coldly:

"everything is normal."

——

"It's currently near ten o'clock on the left wing. It will take about ten minutes to get close at full speed."

On the Nagfar under the deep sea, Blake in the captain's cabin fondled his beloved falcon and said to Sephiel in front of him:

"Order all sailors to prepare for gang warfare. That ship is full of treasures, and I don't want the Nagfar's salty fish thrust to throw them all into the sea.

Order the mechanical gnomes to adjust the flesh-purifying cannon, and use it if the attack fails. "

"receive!"

Sephiel excitedly performed a pirate salute, turned around and flashed out to convey the order. Half a minute later, Fenner, fully armed, rushed into the captain's room and said with joy on her face:

"Have you found the enemy?"

"Well, I found it."

Blake glanced at her and said:

"You will be the vanguard in a while, but the ship is full of arcane masters. Be careful when you rush up. I suspect there may be a legend on that ship. If you can't defeat it, retreat back."

"How is it possible that I can't beat him?"

Fenna felt that her bratty brother was looking down on her. She moved her gauntlets unhappily and shouted to Blake:

"Just watch, I'm going to smash the head of that legendary child of the night!"

"Take it easy."

The smelly pirate reminded:

"The ship is full of treasures. If you damage my trophies, I will cause trouble for you. In addition, there is a demon hunter on the ship, and he is one of our own.

Don't hit the wrong person. "

"Twenty-five boys, I understand."

Fenner made an OK gesture, turned around and went back to her cabin to prepare for the battle. After Fenner left, the fallen watchman Sera Moonguard appeared quietly like a ghost.

This startled Xiao, who had just come out of hiding.

He really didn't feel that such a strange watcher was always following him.

"While Fenna is taking the vanguard to attract their attention, you two will also sneak aboard."

Blake knocked on the table and said:

“According to what my baby ‘Quick Shadow’ saw, there were five magic shield nodes around the deck of the ship, just like a turtle shell.

You go destroy those nodes and protect my loot. If those children of the night plan to teleport away the treasure or destroy it during the chaos, kill them all!

In addition, when you receive a signal to return, do not hesitate to come back immediately. "

The pirate warned:

"I want to test the lethality of the flesh and blood purification cannon against the elves and try its combined tactics. I don't want to harm Chi Yu."

"How to divide the spoils?"

Serra Moonguard made no objection to the order, but Shore said:

"I am not a member of the Nagfar, do I have a share?"

"Of course, my greedy brother."

Blake laughed and said:

"Everyone has a share, and the more you work, the more you get. Go ahead and end the battle as soon as possible. This area is the sphere of influence of the Nagas. The Children of the Night may have friendship with the Nagas, but we do not.

It is very troublesome to be entangled by soft-skinned snakes. There are many of them, and they can cut you until you are weak. "

Ten minutes later, amid the exclamations of the Nightborne Arcanists, the ghost ship quietly surfaced from behind their battleship. The moment it surfaced, Blake, who was holding the steering wheel, launched the Salted Fish Thrust.

Uh, no, sea charge!

The speed of the speeding Nagfar instantly tripled, and bursts of roar erupted from the torn seawater, like the charging cry of a ghost ship.

The Children of the Night quickly threw various magic spells at the Nagfar, but they were unable to stop the charging ghost ship.

With a loud cracking sound, the Nagfar's source matter horn hit the rudder of the Son of Night battleship with great force, like a giant beast tearing flesh and blood, arrogantly The hull behind the stern of the magic battleship was completely torn open.

As the two ships collided and rocked violently, the first round of attacks destroyed the Son of the Night's hope of escaping.

As the two ships passed by each other, Finna Golden Sword, who was wearing light armor and holding a sailor knife in her mouth, grabbed the cable and jumped to help with a cry, taking advantage of her height advantage.

As soon as it hit the ground, there was a powerful and heavy thunder strike, knocking over two Nightborne sailors, and then grabbed the Lord's Battle Ax at his waist and used it as a throwing axe, shattering the arcanist's shield and skull.

Seeing that our vanguard was so violent and powerful, the ghost sailors who joined the group also rushed over screaming.

Everything went well until Blake saw countless elemental demons rushing out of the stern of the opponent's ship. This made the pirate blink his eyes and said:

"Oh, I didn't expect that all the old acquaintances are here. Mr. Demon Swordsman Aluriel, it's been a long time since I last saw you."