Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 854 184. Aluriel·The Malice of Destiny--Additional update for good brother Huo Zhengting [1420]

Demon Swordsman Aluriel, the first swordsman of Suramar, Elisande's favorite general, and the leader of the Demon Swordsmen of the Night Fortress.

This is a very powerful legendary swordsman. She is the true genius of the Children of the Night. Her legendary power of annihilating all living beings is still deeply remembered by Blake.

When they first plundered Suramar, Black had a duel with this magic swordsman.

Although she was killed by a pirate who cheated her, there is no doubt about her strength.

This magic swordsman is the master of the most traditional Suramar swordsmanship school. She perfectly integrates magic and swordsmanship.

Every time she swings her sword, she will place an elemental mark on the enemy, and every time she blocks, she will summon an elemental demon spirit. It can be said that Aluriel's swordsmanship is a super powerful combat skill that perfectly combines single-target and group attacks.

She is one of the legends in Azeroth who is not afraid of siege tactics. No matter how many people come to her, it will end up with Aluriel leading a group of exploding elemental demons to attack the enemy.

This is the true sense of "one man becomes an army"!

No wonder this ship full of elven treasures has only one legend, Aluriel, sitting on it. It's not that the Children of the Night don't care, and it's not that they care about it, but it's just that having such a person is enough.

"boom"

The troll sword in Fenner's hand collided with the burning magic blade of the Demon Swordsman of the Night. The Elf Demon Swordsman who rushed out of the cabin to fight was knocked back several steps by this powerful and heavy sword.

The force was finally dissipated after the rear deck was crushed with one foot.

The dark-skinned legendary elf looked at the white-skinned half-elf warrior in front of him in astonishment, and his eyes fell on Fenner's waist, which was even slender than hers.

Oruriel suddenly felt the malice of the world.

Hell, this guy has a better figure than her, has fairer skin, and is prettier than her. Why is he so strong? Is this confirmed to be an elf who is not good at strength, rather than a female orc wearing elf skin?

"Hey, are you the legendary swordsman of the Night Child?"

Finna slammed her heavy sword on the deck with a bang. In the chaotic background of the ghost sailors beating the Nightborne Arcanist in the background, she raised her fingers towards Aluriel in front of her and said:

"Come on, let's have a fight. I've been in a bad mood lately, and I decided to smash your head in!"

Faced with this very warrior and straightforward invitation, Oruriel shook his head, gripped the magic blade again, and gestured to the guard arcanist behind him.

Soon, five large crystal clear magic crystals on the battleship deck levitated, and a thick magic shield enveloped the Son of the Night's battleship.

This was a shield against shelling, but it posed zero threat to the Nagfar.

Because there are no cannons on the ghost ship at all!

Stupid.

I don't even need to use artillery fire. Just be careful.

With this happy thought, under the command of Blake, the ghost ship turned a corner on the sea with a swift and agile attitude, forming a "T" confrontation with the magic battleship in front of him.

He almost completely exposed himself to the side string cannon of the magic battleship, but the deck of the magic battleship that was attacked by the ghost sailors was in chaos. Even if the gun window had been opened, Shore and Sera Moon Guard were still wreaking havoc in the lower cabin. .

The artillery advantage of the Suramar elves cannot be used at all.

"That's wrong. We're going the wrong way. A group of magic elves are learning superior firepower from the Kul Tiran fleet. Wouldn't it be nice if you throw in a few more magics when you have time to fire?"

While commenting on Suramar's unlikeable warship, the stinky pirate gestured to the mechanical dwarf sailor in front of his deck, and the flesh-purifying cannon entered preheating mode.

On the deck of the Suramar battleship, the sword fight between Finna and Aluriel quickly came to an end.

"Hey, we agreed to fight one on one, why are you fighting in a group? You black-skinned elf doesn't have martial ethics!"

Fenna was surrounded by a group of elemental demons of various colors and fought in the center. She was hurriedly dealing with a steady stream of ice attacks, burning flames and arcane explosions.

It was like being overwhelmed by the magic of a group of low-level spellcasters, and having to concentrate on fighting against the deadly sword that was swept by Aluriel in front of him like a strong wind.

She also started off with a strong voice.

Less than ten seconds after the actual battle, he fell into the embarrassing situation of being completely suppressed by Aluriel. Obviously, Fenna was no match for this genius magic swordsman.

At the beginning, everyone was not at a disadvantage when facing Dai Lin, and Fenner's anger was the same as Dai Lin's. Oluriel had also seen it and knew how to deal with it.

Guys like Aluriel who are "double magic and martial arts" are too buggy. They are naturally restrained and can only fight with brute force and anger.

Of course, this also proves that Finna does not have the strength to crush. If it were Varok Saurfang here, then the continuous suppression and killing would be enough to make the magic swordsman unable to parry.

The main reason is that although the Son of the Night is enjoying himself, drinking and degenerating, he is still a creature of order and has nothing to do with the evil power of the ancient gods. The stupid warrior's "plug-in" Tyr's divine power cannot be activated in this situation.

This is actually a good thing.

Fenna has been a little wandering since the battle in the Crucible of Storms, so I would just like to take this opportunity to give her a beating and let her know how much she weighs.

After all, for a warrior, recklessness is not an obstacle to survival, arrogance is.

"Don't follow martial ethics?"

Oruriel was amused by Fenna's statement.

After a duel with Fenner, she used the kinetic energy to jump back and landed on the rear deck like an eagle. She killed three ghost sailors with her sword, then raised the blade and said:

"The next move is called not practicing martial ethics, my pathetic compatriot Ma Gan."

"boom"

More than a dozen elemental demon spirits surrounding Fenna detonated at the same time. The violent impact made Fenna unable to stabilize her body, and the flying magic exerted several negative states on her in an instant.

Ice slowdown, arcane armor piercing, flame sting, elemental impact.

It was difficult for Fenna to stand firm in the storm composed of demon spirits, and as a result, everyone was wiped out with a blow from the demon swordsman.

Or call it a thousand blows in an instant.

"哐"

With the loud noise, Fenna was knocked directly off the deck, and the troll sword in her hand was split from the center by Aluriel's nearly a hundred stabs in an instant.

But Fenna, whose face was covered in blood, did not admit defeat. The moment she landed, she performed a stunt of shattering throwing, and threw the broken sword in her hand, hitting the pursuing demon swordsman's breastplate.

With a click, the magic armor molded from the Night Well on Aluriel was pierced and torn. The magic swordsman was shocked and retreated instantly.

"Come again!"

Fenna grabbed the two axes at her waist and roared with fighting spirit.

As a result, Xiaoer appeared beside her, blinded the eyes of a magic swordsman who was trying to sneak attack with one blow, grabbed Fenner's hand and said:

"Blake has given the signal to retreat, leave immediately!"

"I want."

Fenna's eyes were filled with bursting bloodshot eyes, and she was obviously a little over the top.

But the shattering sound of the surrounding magic shield made the stupid warrior shake his head, glared at Aluriel fiercely, turned around, grabbed Shore's hand, and jumped from the Nightborne battleship into the sea below with a heroic leap.

The ghost sailors who disrupted the entire ship's defense also quickly evacuated.

This scene made the magic swordsman feel that the crisis was coming. These guys clearly had the advantage, why did they suddenly retreat?

It was certainly not because they felt threatened by their own counterattack.

She held the magic sword and looked out. On the strange and mighty bow of the Nagfar, which was decorated with a dragon skull, there was a strange light beating and shining.

It was not magic light, but it still made the magic swordsman feel a chill from the bottom of his heart.

"Whoosh"

A crimson thing fell from the sky and hit the deck of the Suramar battleship. It bounced twice before shooting out streams of light in all directions.

It doesn't do any harm, just like a scan to detect magic.

"Incompatibility with flesh and blood detected. Purification process initiated!"

The harsh warning echoed, and Aluriel's hair stood up for a moment.

With a whoosh, she jumped towards the sea on the other side of the deck, but while she was still in the air, she felt a scorching beam of light slamming down behind her.

The ship's deck was not damaged at all, but the Elf Arcanists shrouded in light were "dissolved" one by one in the sweeping beam of light.

Their magic shield has no protective effect, as if the light is directly effective in the deepest part of the flesh and blood body, like a flame igniting from the plane of existence.

Well, the brilliant fire will burn my remaining body. That’s pretty much what it means.

"ah!"

Aluriel's self-rescue and her already strong body gave her a chance to escape, but she still fell into the cold sea covered with flying smoke.

She felt a fire burning her life from within, and no power could stop the flames from burning.

But soon, the heat of the flames weakened.

She was unable to resist and could only sink slowly in the water. Her eyes were burned and blinded, and she could no longer see anything. She could only feel the water pouring into her mouth and nose, causing her to suffocate painfully.

She is going to die.

He defeated the reckless white-skinned elf and escaped the burning of the weird beam, but he was about to die under the most ordinary suffocation.

The tide was squeezing her last breath, the water was stripping her of her will to live, and the current was like a tentacle pulling her straight to hell.

He did not die in the chaos of the Battle of Dalaran, but his bones were buried in this unknown place. For an elven swordsman genius, this was a sad way to die.

“Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”

A strange noise poured into Aluriel's ears when she was dying, causing the dying elf to try hard to hold on to her magic blade.

Fishman!

He's a dirty and despicable fish-man!

She originally thought that drowning in the nameless sea was the most profound malice that fate had given her. However, fate quickly slapped her in the face and said, "Hey, don't underestimate me so much."

It turns out there really is a sadder end than drowning.

Eaten by a group of fishmen.

Damn it.

This was Aluriel's last thought before his head was hit beyond recognition and he was knocked unconscious.

She couldn't even swing her sword to protect herself.

"Quack"

Benbolba, who was carrying a big wooden stick, looked at the miserable elf unconscious in the water. The little fishman had been practicing hard on his sap skills ever since he knocked Maiev Shadowsong unconscious with a stick.

The stick in the water hits accurately and gracefully, and it also comes with the tidal power of the Tide Fish Knight.

It feels powerful now.

After knocking out Maiev Shadowsong, he knocked out a legendary elf again!

So he waved his paws triumphantly, and Mogul, the Tidemaker, who followed behind him, immediately put a breathing bubble on Aluriel's head to prevent this important prisoner from drowning.

"Quack"

Benbolba summoned his own deep-sea beast, the Ghost Leg Crab, sat on it and waved his claws, and a group of murlocs carried the unconscious Aluriel and the burning magic sword that fell from her hand and swam towards the ghost ship.

At this moment, the Nag'far had slowly approached the Suramar magic ship that was like a corpse floating in the water.

Blake stood on the side of the ship and looked at the Suramar battleship that fell silent for a moment. He was very satisfied with the power of the flesh purification cannon.

"Sure enough, the purification energy is very lethal to elves that are not part of the Titan creation system. Although it is much less powerful than when it acts on void creatures, it has exceeded the normal value."

Black said to Sephiel beside him:

"This is valuable research data. Record it quickly. Next time we try it with a group of human pirates, I estimate that the effect will be much lower. There is no way to achieve the kind of 'death upon contact' damage we see in front of us."

"Actually, if the energy output is enhanced, it can be burned as well."

Mechagnome Trixie suggested, waving a wrench:

"It's just that the power of the high-energy charging pile has been unable to increase. Pascal is already working on upgrading and transforming it. After a while, the flesh-purifying cannon will be effective on Titan-series creations.

After all, you have all been downgraded from the curse of flesh and blood. In theory, the effect of the purification cannon on you will not be weakened. "

"But there is no exemption for 'teammate damage'."

The pirate said greedily:

"When using it, you have to remove your own people first. It is useful for ambushes or breakouts, but not for gang fights."

"Quack gua gua"

The shouts of the fishmen came from behind, and the magic eyeball on Black's shoulder turned to look at the miserable Aluriel being carried onto the deck.

Black shook his head again and said to Sephiel, who was recording the killing effect:

"Remember, the flesh-purifying cannon's lethality against legendary creatures will be weakened. It can seriously injure creatures such as elven legends but not kill them. There is still a lot of room for improvement."

"Blake! Come on!"

Fenner's shouts rang out from inside the Nightborne battleship in front of her. With a sense of joy, she shouted:

"There are good things here. I found the treasure. If you don't want it, I'll take it."