Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"This is impossible!"

The lava lake of Saffron Fortress is surging, and the ancient Lord of Fire is roaring. Its huge body is made of fire, and every inch of its body is covered with flames that can burn all things.

It can cause earth-shaking destruction by swinging its war hammer.

When it exerts its power, it can make the flames roar and everything tremble.

It only needs to move a finger to make the inner fire of life spontaneously ignite and burn the mind.

Its roar caused the magma from the ground to rise up, covering the body of the ignorant intruder in a manner that submerged everything.

Such terrifying power is enough to destroy cities and countries. The ridiculous civilization of mortals is like a toy in front of the ancient elemental monarch. However, today's destruction seems to be mixed with water.

No matter it was the impact of the flames, the waves of destruction, or the burning of the flames, they could not harm those insects in the slightest.

They stood tall in the lava wash, hurling their ridiculous cantrips at the great Ragnaros.

Something's wrong!

The angry Fire Lord immediately realized something was wrong.

It roared and swung the huge warhammer wrapped in golden flames, and slammed it down at the elves and orcs in front of it. Brox grabbed Fenner's phase barrier and protected him and the elf warriors with a perfect block.

Then, with the backlash of the shield, he pushed the flaming warhammer, which was bigger than the city gate, and retreated to a safe area by relying on the reverse thrust.

This terrifying blow caused Fenna's poor legendary shield to crack several more scars, which made the stupid warrior feel distressed, but the Saffron flames attached to the Fire King's hammer slipped from her body like running water.

Nothing could ignite her.

Not even burning triggered.

The Fire Lord is very powerful. Even if the element is cloned here, it is definitely one of the most powerful elements in the material world of Azeroth.

But it cannot use its own power against itself.

The power from the Fire Realm blesses these invaders so that they will not be harmed by the power of the flames. If they are in the realm of the Fire Realm, the Fire Demon King can easily dispel this blessing of flames. .

But in the material world, especially in the elemental clone that is cut off from the realm of fire, it is difficult for it to dispel the original power from the intruder.

"traitor!"

Ragnaros isn't exactly smart, but he's definitely not stupid either.

The situation before us is extremely clear. Among the lords of the Molten Core, only Baron Geddon and the administrators have such profound knowledge of flames, and only they know how to correctly use the forbidden power of flames.

Baron Geddon could not betray it.

Then it is extremely clear who the traitor is.

"Exotus! I will extinguish your flames!"

The elemental clone of the Lord of Fire roared angrily, but the manager who was hiding outside Saffron Fortress and controlling the three Eternal Burning Seals pretended not to hear it.

Instead, he shouted at the intruders:

"Hurry! Hurry, don't let the tyrant's clone return to the realm of fire! We must defeat it here. The death of this power clone will seriously weaken its vitality."

"I'm coming!"

In the incompetent rage of the Fire Lord who was backstabbed by his close subordinate, Black, who had been looking for an opportunity, suddenly appeared from the shadows under the flames.

His body was wrapped with the blessings of the Fire Realm, and he crashed straight into Ragnaros' "marshmallow" body like a flying insect.

After the entire hole was penetrated, it rolled lightly like a flying bird and landed beside the old lich. The latter cooperated very well and threw a slow falling spell to Black.

The Flame Strike in the hands of the pirates has disappeared.

"Ah! My power!"

Ragnaros let out an earth-shattering roar. In addition to anger, there was also a hint of panic. It felt that there was a "thorn" left in its elemental core.

That thing is greedily draining its Savras fire.

That is the original power of the Lord of Flames, and it is the most precious treasure of the Elemental Lord.

"Ah! Greedy bugs, my power only belongs to me, you can't even think of taking it away!"

The giant Ragnaros swung his war hammer frantically, setting off burning tides of flying magma, but he couldn't even stop the little star from standing proudly in the sea of ​​flames and spitting ice at it with his mighty pose.

How has the majestic King of Flame ever felt so aggrieved?

But I can’t do anything to you, so why not run away?

So with a roar, Ragnaros was as cool as he appeared on the scene, and with a swish, he dived back into the sea of ​​magma that was rolling around, and was defeated by a group of intruder bugs who were happily chopping away.

"Did it run away?"

The idiot warrior carried the hot silver giant blade and stared at the King of Fire disappearing in front of her in stunned silence. She turned back to look at the others. Black carried Salamani forward and said seriously:

"No, it's just the second stage. It's increased and weakened, but it actually went to the ground. It seems that some of us are paddling."

"Go down! Quick!"

Erwuzi's voice sounded again in this scorching place, and with a sense of anxiety, Exotus shouted:

"The tyrant is decomposing his power clone under the magma lake, trying to send himself back to the realm of fire. Quick! Jump down, the power of the flames will protect you, and the magma will not hurt you.

Kill it!

Otherwise I will be doomed! quick! "

"Jump!"

Black gestured to the old lich.

Merry immediately left this place with a flash and went to Exotus to prevent the fire demon from playing the trick of a mantis catching a cicada.

The others, led by the pirates, plunged into the lava lake like swimming. This is an experience they have never had before. After all, human beings are too weak to enjoy swimming in magma.

Opportunities like this come only once in a lifetime.

Ragnaros, who was decomposing his elemental body under the center of the magma lake, saw the bugs and dared to chase them. With great aggrievedness and anger in his heart, he roared and stepped forward to challenge.

But in front of them, there were two or five young men who rebelled on the battlefield, and in the back, there was a little guy called Flame Strike who was constantly extracting core power. There was also a group of bold bugs sharpening their knives in front of them.

One can imagine the fate of a clone that cannot be supplemented by the power of the Fire Realm.

After a few minutes, the bubbling magma lake finally quieted down with a low whimper and curse, and the Flame King's giant hammer floated up silently, like a low-quality inflatable toy.

In fact, this is because the elemental clones have dissipated, causing the warhammer projection of the Burning Hand to dissipate.

A group of people climbed up from the magma lake, while Little Star and Seianigosa struggled to lift a piece of the remaining cast of the elemental clone with their claws and flew out of the magma.

Like a lost treasure chest, it hit the island in the center of the magma lake with a bang.

It wasn't until this moment that everyone realized that they had truly accomplished the great task of expelling the Flame King.

But this is different from the desperate fight they imagined!

How can there be no scenes of fighting back with remaining blood, or heroic sacrifice?

At this time, shouldn't we sacrifice an old orc, shout "Lok'tar ogar!" and then sacrifice himself, splitting the elemental body of the Fire King with an axe, and establish a bloody scene for others to win?

Why is it so easy?

There is no sense of ceremony at all.

"Spoils are divided, spoils are divided, cheer up, guys."

Blake didn't care what they were thinking.

You must not have this kind of idea of ​​personal heroism. Why do you have to make so many fearless sacrifices when you can win the battle easily?

Besides, it's just a power clone of an elemental monarch, how can it be so difficult? This is not like rushing into the realm of fire and facing the complete Fire Demon King, the elemental demigod Ragnaros.

Hey, whoever wants to die like that can do it, but pirates don't do it anyway.

He is now thinking about his harvest.

They will just want to send others away quickly and then enjoy the delicious taste of victory themselves.

"boom"

The Elf Divine Sword Salameni swung forward, splitting the burning molten thing with one sword, and the tinkling light spread everywhere. The pirate quickly grasped an eyeball-shaped object and stuffed it into his arms.

He picked up the cooled core of Ragnaros again, coughed and said to the others:

"I want this as a gift to His Majesty the Tide Hunter. I am such a selfless person and will never covet these precious things. You can choose the rest for yourselves."

Prince Kael'thas clearly saw the small movements of the pirates taking things before, but he rationally pretended not to see anything. At this time, he still maintained the elegance of the royal family, and on the projection of the burning hand that was about to dissipate, he would shine brightly. The radiant Flamestrike sword was retrieved.

This crystal-like magic sword seemed to have melted at this moment, but the knowledge of supreme flames contained in it made His Highness the Prince's eyes intoxicated.

At this moment, he was still handsome, but like a handsome idiot, he also showed a weird and deep smile.

What he held in his hand was not a sword.

This is the future!

A bright future for Quel'Thalas.

After getting the Flame Strike, the prince put it properly into the treasure box that had been prepared. He used a magic chain to carry the treasure box behind him without caring about the image.

Then he turned back to the others and said:

"Quel'Thalas has already received the best reward, and we won't take any of the remaining treasures. If you come to the Elf City one day, you will definitely be treated as honored guests.

The Sunstriders will always remember today's great victory, but it's time for us to go.

Everyone, see you later. "

After saying that, Prince Kael'thas hurriedly left the Heart of Flame with his attendants.

They must return the flames melted by the fire of Savras to the Sunwell as quickly as possible, and use the supreme magic power of the Sunwell to help the Elven Sword complete the final completion.

This is the real deal!

All treasures have to give way in front of it, as for the Black Iron Legion who are blocking the outside of the Molten Core.

A mage like Kael'thas has ten thousand ways to avoid them. The Flame King has been promoted, are you still afraid of you bunch of Balrog bastards?

The elves' departure was expected by everyone, no one stopped them, everyone was waiting to share the spoils.

"Well, the Fire Demon King's jewelry and pendants, as well as this crown of destruction, are enough for me to summon my own flame essence from the realm of fire, and no longer be controlled by the tyrant.

I want these! "

The biggest contributor to this battle, the second and fifth son, Exotus, knew all about the Fire King's secret treasures, and he took away three of them without hesitation.

But Little Star suddenly reached out and grabbed the Balrog jewelry in Exotus's hand.

She said with bright eyes;

"I want this! This is so beautiful, let go! Or I'll bite you!"

"Back off! Ignorant dragon."

The manager turned to look at Blake and yelled angrily:

"Take care of your greedy dragon servant, human, this is the promised reward!"

"You just need them to summon back your flame essence. After you regain your freedom, this jewelry will be useless."

Blake pouted and said:

"It's an honor for you that my school girl likes this thing, my dear manager.

You can't offend her. She is the favorite disciple of Dean Blue Moon of Narthalas College. You have to coax her into saying a nice word for you so as not to anger the terrifying lich. "

These words made the black fire demon silent for a while. It hesitated and said:

"Okay, after I am free, I will give this jewelry to her, but I want to get an extra trophy."

After saying that, the fire demon stretched out his hand again and held a golden flame fragment in his talons.

It says to others:

"This is the ever-burning fragment of the Fire Realm. Only elemental creatures can absorb its power. You can't use it even if you take it. And that thing is the essence of the power of the Fire Tyrant. I suggest you use it quickly.

Look, it's going out. "

Under the guidance of Exottus, Blake held a burning golden flame in his hand, and the character card immediately gave the entry:

Name: Pure Flame Essence

Quality: Legend

Item effects:

Enchant an item with pure fire to make it strengthened with [Pure Flame], causing continuous flame damage to surrounding enemies, and adding the armor-piercing effect of [Flame Pierce].

This effect has the most advanced ignition properties and cannot be exempted from most protective effects.

Item Description:

This is a remnant of the Fire Lord's core power, but it still has the effect of turning decay into magic.

"Snapped"

Black slapped the flame on his Salamani Divine Sword without hesitation. The Elf Divine Sword seemed to be ignited for a moment, and then quickly cooled down.

The elven runes on the sword seemed to be lit up, making the silver-gray sword float like a layer of vague fire.

"Essence of the Fire Lord"

The old lich was also a wise man. He picked up an eternal burning core from the pile of light, handed it to Khadgar beside him, and said:

"Although the key to the Supreme Temple of Fire Magic is not as rare as the Fire of Savras taken away by the elves, we do not have a divine object like the Flame Strike in our hands.

This solidified essence is the most suitable medium for our learning.

Khadgar, take it with you.

It will make you stronger, but return it to Dalaran when the time is right. The Magic City doesn't have the power to protect such a thing right now. "

"Um."

Khadgar took out a strange spherical magic weapon and put the essence of the Flame King into it.

The caster is very restrained, taking only one thing and then not taking it again.

The orcs were very greedy, and kept them away regardless of whether they were useful or not. Even the remaining forged items of the Lord of Fire were taken away. This thing was the avatar of the Elemental Lord who smelted strange metals composed of various ores.

Although the effect is unknown, it is definitely much easier to use for forging weapons than ordinary ores.

"After dividing the spoils, it's time for you to leave, everyone."

Blake said to the others a little unkindly:

"Next, I have to do something in the Heart of Flame, which is not suitable for you to watch, so can you please go and investigate the situation of those Dark Iron Dwarves?

I'll come later. "