The Death Knell

Yrel was hiding in the swamp. She gritted her teeth, covered her belly with her palms, and trudged silently through the forest of giant mushrooms.

Her assassination plan failed before it even started.

The original plan was to ride the Void Ray and fly to the Shadowmoon Cemetery, where Ner'zhul was supposed to have a meeting with his demon master. Then he would descend from the sky and trade his life with him with a Holy Light Leap Slash.

However, not long after taking off, as she passed over the occupied town of Elodor in the northeast of Shadowmoon Valley, she was discovered by the huge four-legged magic bat and was chased in the air.

Those ferocious and twisted creatures don't even use sight to track their targets, but use sound waves. They can spit out fel fireballs even when flying at high speeds. The most important thing is that there are too many of them.

Blocked by the opponent's fire network, Yrel's mount was blown up in the air, and she fell into the swamp.

Fortunately, those big mushrooms had good elasticity, so they didn't fall to death, and the giant umbrellas could also block the sight of the magic bats wandering back and forth in the sky.

She was splashed on her belly by a fel fireball while she was in the air. She tried to heal herself, but her holy light couldn't do anything for the special injury that glowed with green light for a short time. She could only barely cover her waist-deep turbidity. Moving slowly in the muddy water.

This place is not too far from that town. Orcs and demons may come to search at any time, so we must leave as soon as possible.

However, this spore forest is located in a canyon-like ditch, and the other end leads to the sea. There are spore giants and bloodthirsty sharks in the sea. I am injured and obviously cannot go north, so I can only go south to see if there is any chance. Escape the orc patrols.

She never thought about giving up, revenge was the belief that drove her forward.

I don't know if it was sweat or sewage flowing down her forehead. She blinked her glowing eyes. There were blood-sucking giant mosquitoes hanging in many places under the huge mushrooms. They were bigger than her head, so they couldn't make too much noise.

However, her enemies did not think so. After a short horn sound, she saw the orc search team from a distance in the spore forest. They paddled rafts and shuttled through the forest, carrying with them the evil energy. The warg behind her was barking in her direction.

Her heart tightened, and she immediately started looking for a place to hide. She was going to assassinate Ner'zhul, so she couldn't die here.

But apart from shrinking into the mud next to the mushrooms, there was no place to hide here, and the mosquitoes were awakened by the orcs in a big way and flew towards her smelling the smell of blood.

The enemy obviously noticed this and started rowing faster in the direction where the mosquitoes were active.

Yrel's heart couldn't help but sink, but she still raised the small wooden buckler, gripped the mace, and prepared to fight the opponent to the death.

But her heart is full of regret, her revenge has not been avenged yet.

The huge fel warg was taller than a human, and the beast could even swim. It jumped into the water before the orcs' ship could approach, and swam excitedly towards the draenei. It loved to taste the delicate flesh and blood. .

Yrel released the punishment spell, but the burning evil on the big wolf made the magic lose its effect. She did not have time to cast the second spell because the monster had already swam in front of her. He suddenly jumped up from the muddy water and took a bite.

The young Draenei girl followed the example of the garrison officers and raised her shield to resist the wolf's kiss. However, with just one bite of the green-lit bloody mouth, the shield was bitten into pieces of wood, and the huge impact shattered the wolf's body. She also flew out.

Her light body bounced a few times on the surface of the water as if it were drifting, and stopped after hitting another mushroom tree in the distance. Then, she found that the pain had caused her to lose control of her body.

"Ouch!" The giant wolf with green saliva was once again flopping in the water, leaping towards it. It was so demonized that it even had a ferocious smile on its face.

"Holy Light..." Yirel opened his eyes wide and tried his best to move himself, but he could only face a tragic fate.

"boom!!!"

With a strange muffled sound, the evil warg that had jumped up and opened its mouth flew sideways. The headless body fell into the water, kicked its legs, and soon became motionless.

The green evil flame was extinguished by the muddy water, and then a stench like burnt fur arose.

"Click."

The friction sound of the metal structure brought Yirel back to her senses. She gasped violently and looked at her savior floating down from the mushroom forest behind her.

It was a strange creature wearing a white robe and white skin. The loud noise just now was made by the weapon in her hand, and along with the mechanical sound, a small red cylinder popped out from the weapon, with a There is a faint green smoke.

"The Holy Light is not as omnipotent as you think. At least it cannot save everyone, young Draenei girl."

The strange creature stepped on a floating blanket. Behind her, there was a strange man wearing black and yellow armor, with one eye glowing red.

This is what he said, very standard Draenei, but his tone sounded as sinister as a demon.

"Who are you?" Yrel splashed twice in the mud next to the mushroom roots, then reluctantly leaned against the tree: "Are you an enemy of the orcs?"

"Oh? You are quite smart. It seems that the injury has not affected your thinking ability." Su Ming removed his mask, revealed his face, and jumped off the flying carpet: "Jaina, leave those orcs to you. Come on, Hermione, keep an eye on her."

Wearing square sunglasses and holding a shotgun, Hermione nodded, squatted down and patted the magic floating cloak, causing it to charge towards the orc raft team.

Jaina had no objection, because no matter how you looked at it, the draenei girl, who was frail and clean in appearance, was a victim no matter how you looked at it compared to those crazy orcs who were crooked and drooling.

Next, the spore forest echoed with the special charging sound of energy weapons firing, and occasionally the crackling sound of frost spells taking effect.

But that had nothing to do with Deathstroke. He floated on the water, sat cross-legged in the air, so that he was at eye level with the wounded Delaney, and reached out to check the wound on the other person's waist.

Hooves resisted a little, but she had no strength at all, and Deathstroke's hand was easily taken away.

The green evil energy lingered on the wound, eroding her flesh and blood like maggots attached to the bone. The golden energy of the holy light also gathered around the wound, as if fighting against the evil destroyer.

"I am a human, coming from Azeroth across from the Dark Portal. You can call me Deathstroke or Supreme Mage." Su Ming's hand glowed with colorful light, and he pressed to the wound: "What's your name? From Where did it come from? There are orc armies all around."

Su Ming only knows some simple battlefield first aid. After all, as a symbiote host and a person with self-healing ability, he doesn't need any medical skills. He only needs to know anatomy.

However, this Delaney looks like she is dressed as a priest, so she only needs to use cosmic energy to offset the evil energy in the wound, and she should be able to heal herself with magic.

"Humans...opposite the Dark Portal? So you are also the enemy of the orcs?" Yrel said halfway, and the severe pain made her clenched her teeth.

The neutralization of the energy was extremely painful, and she trembled violently.

"You can put it this way, okay, what healing magic do you know? Treat yourself. I have dispelled the evil energy from your wound." Deathstroke withdrew the palm that was pressed on the opponent's belly, and at this time, the blood flowed out from the wound. The blood is red.

Yirel lowered her head and saw that the injury was greatly reduced. She cast a few healing spells on herself, then stood up and shook her tail tentatively. Sure enough, it didn't hurt much anymore.

"Thank you, human." She bent down to pick up her mace from the muddy water, shook off the mud on it, then looked at the three humans over there who were slaughtering the orcs like an acrobatic performance, and shook her head enviously: "I My name is Yrel, priest of the Temple of Karabor, and I will remember your kindness. But now that I am going to assassinate Ner'zhul, I may not have the chance to repay you in the future."

"Oh? Yrel? Your teacher is Prophet Velen?"

A faint smile appeared on Su Ming's face, showing an expression of interest. As he spoke, he held his arms and raised his hand to pinch his chin.

"How do you know?" The girl who was about to continue on her way stopped, stretched out her hand to scratch the corner of her head, her big eyes filled with confusion: "Have you been to Draenor before? Or have you been to Argus?"

"None of that, just because...I am Deathstroke!"