Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 909 6. As a Templar Assassin, it is normal for me to carry a Holy Blade of Light with me, right? 【1925】

The cold night at Eagle Claw Peak was quiet. It was supposed to be a time when everything was sleeping, but someone wanted to disturb this tranquility.

The roars of more than a dozen storm dragons echoed in the sky. These sub-dragons native to the Broken Islands were surrounded by thunder, lightning and storms, and they looked extremely majestic. Although smaller than the giant dragon, the storm dragon is no less powerful than its compatriots.

When Black rode the Hippogryph into the sky to meet the enemy, he faced the menacing Storm Dragon Knight.

A whole formation.

And they are not ordinary Vrykul raiders. Just by looking at the cold mist remaining on the flight paths of those bastards, you can tell that these are the elite Hell Knights under Hela.

Especially the one at the head, even though it was far away, Blake spotted the two giant swords it held tightly in its hands.

The left blade dances with scorching heat, while the right blade is filled with coldness.

The two divine powers are very violent, but they suppress each other, and the user himself acts as a balance to keep these two conflicting and opposing energies in a stable state.

The stinky pirates don't even need to throw out the investigation to know the origin of those two knives.

This kind of confrontation between two weapons is rare. After searching all over Azeroth, there is only one artifact.

It was one of the three artifacts of the Way of the Warrior. It was a double gift from Odin and Hela. It represented the shame of the Hall of Valor that lasted for hundreds of thousands of years and the glory of Hades that lasted for the same amount of time.

That represented the last of three most humiliating defeats in Odin's long life as Lord of War.

Valarjar Sky War Sword.

That is the supreme holy blade that has been lost in history. Now it is held by an unknown cruel person in the mortal world. Well, this in itself is a shame.

"It's really hard for my Queen Hela. Every time we meet, she has to give me something in a different way. Sometimes I really wonder if it is possible that Queen Hela is actually a traitor and a loyal person. She is actually with me. Are they in a group?"

Blake made a joke that wasn't funny.

The current situation is that he has to deal with the powerful and menacing Hailagar Dragoons in front of him alone, and he also has to "fight bayonet" in the air with a Hailagar warrior who is at least a legend.

If he was unlucky, he might be drowned by the thunder and lightning spewed out by the storm dragons in the first moment of the battle.

"Are you afraid?"

The pirate patted the hippogryph on the neck.

The feathers in the sky were all standing up, and they kept making neighing sounds similar to those of a raven and a war horse in the air. Obviously, it was a little scared, but not completely scared.

I'm afraid it's because of biological instinct.

Not afraid because its invincible master fights with it.

"Haha, I'm scared to death anyway."

Blake grabbed a pair of crossbows. The light chaser in his left hand injected magic power into a sniper stance, and the dark chaser in his right hand maintained continuous fire suppression. He whistled and shouted to the sky:

"Charge! Baby, let the proud dragons see your speed! Swift Shadow, charge forward and take off their eyes!"

As the pirates yelled like crazy, the war eagle hovering in the sky accelerated instantly. Loa's divine power allowed her speed to exceed several times the speed of sound in an instant, as fast as a black line stretching across the sky.

When the two sides were three hundred meters apart, the Vrykul Dragon Knights on the opposite side grabbed their brutal throwing spears, intending to give the betrayer who overestimated his capabilities a treatment that would be pierced by thousands of arrows.

But before the first spear was thrown, the knight of Helagal on the edge let out a painful cry, and the big face plate of his misty body was almost scratched to pieces by Miss Black Crow's claws.

With the blessing of Loa's divine power, every blow of the war eagle is accompanied by divine damage. Even though they are elites blessed by Hela, such damage is still unbearable for them.

The unlucky guy howled and covered his face. The storm dragon under its crotch tried to fight back, but the black crow made a deft spin and hit the unlucky guy's waist at a roaring speed.

It was like a heavy hammer blow, knocking it off the dragon's saddle.

The elites of Helagar danced and fell downwards. From such a high height, even the Mist Warriors would be shattered into pieces if they fell.

The storm dragon that lost its master soon suffered the same treatment. Its left eye was cruelly pulled out of its socket by the black crow, and the storm thunder it sprayed could not hurt the black crow at all.

Do you really think that Akilsund’s magical power is vegetarian?

The Falcon God's priesthood includes "Storm". Although it is very awkward, attacks of the same type without divinity can be easily exempted by the storm shield around Black Crow. .

The Black Crow's attack successfully disrupted the formation of Helagar's dragon knights, and then the wind moved forward. Qianqiong, who had dodged three spears in a row, also bravely carried Black to the fighting position.

The ferocious Helagar general shouted provocatively, asking Black to fight him one-on-one.

The pirate only replied with "Silly X", flashed past him without any sense of honor, and then flashed out the moment he left the saddle of the sky.

He stepped on the flying spear and used it in the air, and once again flashed in front of a dragon knight. The owl mask painted black could not see the pirate's face, which made the smile on Black's face somewhat missing. A bit of deterrence.

But it doesn't matter.

He quickly expressed his "welcome" to this group of pursuers with practical actions.

The light-chasing war crossbow like a crow's wings poked in front of the elite Helagar who stared wide-eyed like a drowned ghost, and a demon-breaking crossbow arrow plundered from the marksman camp was fired at almost zero distance.

It has the effect of a bullet headshot.

The headless corpse exploded into a spray of mist, and around the neck of the roaring storm dragon, the pirate crouched, hands spread outward.

With two consecutive sniper shots from his right hand, the second sniper crossbow flew out silently and pierced into the eye socket of the storm dragon rushing from the side. The sudden loss of vision and severe pain caused the dragon's attack to lose direction in an instant and hit him head on. On the companion.

The two dragons and their knights fell to the ground of Eagle Claw Peak.

The trigger of the crossbow in his right hand was pressed to the end, and the six demon-breaking arrows fired at the rate of an automatic rifle, slicing the roaring knight who was rushing towards him into a sieve.

The poor guy's body exploded in the air.

The cold mist blew away, slapping everywhere.

In the cold sky, Blake stood up and looked back. The black Luna armor reflected the cold light in the moonlight, and the night sky dotted with dim stars behind him also contained the screams of black-feathered falcons.

It can be said that except for the fact that Proudmoore's bloodline has not been activated, the pirates tonight are almost at full strength.

The dark green cloak behind him rustled in the cold wind, and the sound effect as low as the evil one echoed in the threat of killing four people in a row.

"I really don't know how much money Hela paid you to send you to die? But I think it should be very cheap. After all, for a killer of this level, one gold coin from us is the limit."

The standard Vrykul language, with roar-like syllables, should be inherently heroic and courageous, but when Black spoke it at this moment, it brought with it a trace of sarcasm that could be felt even if he didn't understand it.

And the Vrykul people are the worst offenders.

"Betrayer! Bear the wrath of Hela!"

This taunt from the top had an extremely good effect, making the leader of the Helagar warlord furious.

This tall warrior wearing a full set of Hades armor jumped up from the saddle of his dragon, and the weird giant blades in his hands roared repeatedly.

It seemed that they were urging the knife-wielders to quickly chop off the enemy's head. They couldn't wait to drink the blood.

The moment they saw the general take action, the dragon knights who gathered nearby to besiege the pirates immediately dispersed. Obviously, they were all aware of the terrifying power of those two knives, and were afraid of being harmed.

But Blake just scoffed at this.

Throwing the double crossbows back into the bag, the unarmed pirate took a few steps on the neck of the storm dragon, and jumped towards the advancing General Helagar.

Faced with the two flaming swords that struck his head, Blake pulled out his own sword from his bag in a flash and faced it. As an assassin, he completely gave up on dodge and defense, and faced the enemy tit for tat like a warrior.

As for the sword in his hand, well, it is not Salamani.

Rather

"boom"

The moment the silver giant blade was revealed, a scorching stream of light as bright as the sun burst out.

The giant blade named Ashbringer was held by the pirate's hands. At the moment when the two men, one large and one small, passed each other, Black used a standard cleave and shadow strike technique to hit him.

As a combination of an assassin and a warlock, he is of course unable to activate the Ashbringer's power of light that makes all darkness fearful.

But he didn't need to wake up the holy blade at this time.

Helagar was born from Hades. They are originally a group of resentful spirits that are not accepted by the light. Such miserable lives are the existence that the Ashbringer hates the most.

No matter who is holding it, when faced with such existence, the Ashbringer will do its best to give them the "warmest" rest.

Under the holy blade, everything turns to ashes!

"Snapped"

The pirate landed on the storm dragon of Warlord Hylagar. He rolled to relieve his strength and glanced at his Luna armor again. There was a scratch that was still burning on it, but it was quickly stopped by Elune. The power is extinguished.

Opposite him, Helagal, who was holding the two sacred swords, also fell on the storm dragon where Black was before.

But it's much more embarrassing than Black.

With a frontal blow, it scratched the Stinky Pirate's armor, and it was slashed by the Ashbringer, and the Hades armor from the shoulders to the waist and abdomen melted away.

Its body of mist seemed to be set on fire, with only half of it burned in just a few seconds.

This Hela's love eyes are full of fear.

It looked at the smelly pirate who was posing as a Jedi knight holding a sword behind the dragon, and the giant sword in Blake's hand that was wrapped with endless holy light.

That thing is still waking up!

The failure of the sword to bury the miserable resentful spirit seemed to make the Ashbringer very dissatisfied. The power of light originating from the Brilliant Star was continuously filling the sword body.

Against the backdrop of the dark night, what Blake was holding was not a knife at all, but more like a lightsaber with endless power.

The most terrible thing is that this thing is the undead special attack blade.

This is different from what was promised!

The originally confident General Helagar was about to collapse. The information that damn Sartre shared with the Queen was completely wrong!

This pirate has armor that is invulnerable and cannot be broken by the sword of Helagar, and a holy blade of light that can kill all the undead in Hell without even taking a breath.

This is a fatal mistake that was not mentioned at all in the information it received!

Damn it!

All the traps laid by the queen will fail. It's all because of the incompetent and evil-minded Sartre!

"Come here."

On the howling dragon, Blake hooked his fingers at the embarrassed Helagal war general in front of him. He waved the ignited "light saber" and performed a set of Jedi swordsmanship that had zero practicality and ridiculed Durala.

He spread his arms again, assumed a defenseless posture, and shouted:

"The warrior of Hela, the thugs of Hades, and the notorious plunderer of the Sea of ​​Hell, Vigfus Daowind. You were the most legendary pirate king of the Dragon Raider clan during your lifetime. What's wrong?

Facing a junior like me, do you not even have the courage to fight?

If that's the case, I won't hesitate to let you go and let you go back to Hela's arms to cry and nurse. As long as you kowtow to me on the spot, I can pretend that what happened tonight never happened.

Come on, get down on your knees.

There's no shame in that.

How many people want to kneel but never get the chance. "

"kill him!"

The warrior of Hela could no longer stand the miraculous ridicule of this stinking pirate. While it absorbed Hela's blessing from the right-hand blade to restore itself, it issued a kill order to other subordinates.

To say that these Vrykul people are really stupid.

If this were a pirate under Black's command, seeing how powerful the enemy was, the pirates would have greased their feet to preserve their strength without further explanation. But I don’t know if these Helagal are stupid or are being forcibly controlled.

In short, under the roar of General Naviku, the remaining dragon knights roared around and rode the dragon to spray a storm of thunder and lightning at Black.

Those lightning lights gathered together and created a dazzling wave in the night sky, which could almost melt steel.

But in the waves, a scorching bright light flashed out of the shadow. Jumping to the nearest dragon, the pirate raised his sword and chopped the undead body into pieces with one sword.

The miserable Helagal was still turned into mist, and there was no chance to return to Hades before it was completely ignited by the angry Ashbringer, turning into sparks and billowing smoke.

Among the bright sparks flying that were not completely burned, the pirate holding the giant blade sneered and stood up, the watcher's cloak fluttering behind him, and the moon wings given by the Moon God bloomed brightly.

The next moment, the pirate's figure disappeared on the spot, and the assassin's strongest combat skill, the Killing Feast, was launched, blooming like a cruel killing flower in the intertwining of holy light and moonlight.

The sword light pulled out by the holy blade during the high-speed displacement did not even have time to disappear before it was entangled by the next stream of light. In the flying gap, the interlaced criss-crossing light rays formed an irregular bright grid.

At the last moment, Blake reappeared, with his cloak hanging low, and quietly disappeared while walking forward.

The Ashbringer in his hand dimmed little by little, which meant that the holy blade had completed its mission tonight, and its sacred mission of freeing the resentful spirits had been fulfilled.

Behind the pirates, the figures of a dozen Helagar Dragoons had turned into bright sparks and ashes dancing in the dark night.

In front of him, the cowardly knife wielder had already escaped to the edge of the night sky. There was no more roar of war, no more screams of sharp blades. All that was left here was the sad whine of the storm dragons.

There is also loneliness scattered all over the ground.

"After I was killed in Habulon and I changed jobs and left, the quality of Hell's employees really declined rapidly."

Black stroked the cold Ashbringer's blade, which no longer responded to him, and said:

"Hela looks down on me too much."

"At least send one of the Nine Martial Gods over to test the sword for me. You're really stingy."