Azeroth’s Death Track

I feel a little uncomfortable...

Standing on the edge of the landing port of the slowly opened spaceship, Kane Sunfury wearing a heavy gas mask felt the violent wind in the sky in front of him. While his long hair was flying, he said to Allari beside him:

It's not like anything we've fought before.

Don't be kidding me!

The soul eater chick twisted fiercely on Kane's arm:

I don't want to stab you to death with my own hands!

Do not talk!

Altruis, the victim who commanded the Illidari commando, turned his head and gave Kane a hard look. The demon hunter who had followed Illidan for the longest time held a sharp warblade in both hands, and he shouted loudly:

Remember your mission! This is a life-threatening battlefield, and your lives are precious, don't waste it here!

Prepare for airborne combat!

crash

As the baffle of the landing port of the spaceship was fully opened, Altruis was the first to run forward, and hundreds of demon hunters followed behind him fearlessly. The moment they rushed to the landing port, they jumped into the In the very different air of Niskara and Azeroth.

According to the posture during training, Kane put his hands on his body, allowing his body to glide forward at a faster speed in the air. In the air in front of the demon hunter, the escaping dark green mist was constantly blown by the wind , at this altitude, these dispersed mist will make his exposed skin feel a faint tingling, but it will not hurt his life strengthened by the evil energy.

A raging voice roared in his mind, thirsting for blood and frantic carnage.

That is the inner demon of a demon hunter, an existence that every demon hunter must adapt to. From the day the demon hunter profession was born, these dark fighters not only have to fight against the enemy, but also fight against themselves. No longer strong, once there is a hole in the heart, they will be quickly defeated by the demons...

Shut up! You bastard!

Kane cursed viciously, and in the fall of the howling wind, he quickly landed to a height of only a few hundred meters from the ground. Kane's hands suddenly opened at this moment, and with the flow of evil energy, a pair of huge His black wings spread out behind him, and the collision between the demon wings and the air made Kane's landing speed suddenly slow down, like a raven flying through the air.

Kane flapped his wings, and in the perception of ghost vision, he followed Altruis in front and quickly fell towards the predetermined battlefield.

The narrow field of view of the gas mask does not affect the battle of the demon hunters. These dark warriors sacrificed their eyes in order to gain power. They have long ceased to rely on their eyesight to fight.

And behind Kane, as the Fel Hammer spacecraft continued to cruise at high speed over Niscala, teams of demon hunters descended from the sky, just like the death demons soaring over this world covered by the plague of death. Angel like.

The demon hunters are carrying out a rear raid. They want to occupy several important facilities in Niscala in the rear. The first thing to bear the brunt is the communication portal between this demon stronghold and other worlds, as well as the communication system. As long as the demons cannot achieve a good relationship Communication, then under the tactical division of the plague cleansing the ground, these demons will lose the possibility of cooperating with each other.

The second task of the demon hunters is to snipe and kill the commanders of the demons at a fixed point, causing Niscala's demon command system to collapse rapidly.

It is impossible for the plague to kill all the demons. The dark coalition's highest assessment of the plague's kill rate is only 40%, that is to say, it can only kill one-third of the demons at most, and even less than this number.

But those dead demon corpses can become the help of the dark alliance.

In front of the stronghold of Niscala's demon stronghold, the death knights and liches who airborne here have already begun to manipulate the demon walking corpses. Under the order of Lord Kurtaz, in just ten minutes, several The wave of demon corpses formed in the four directions of Niscala. The death knights don't need to precisely control the trajectory of these mindless walking corpses. They just need to drive these walking corpses to block the demon reinforcements coming from all directions, and prepare for a frontal raid on the demon base camp. Illidan wins enough time.

The walking corpses formed after the death of demons are also difficult to manipulate for a long time. The power of death and evil energy are repeatedly competing for the control of these corpses. The confrontation and annihilation of the two forces will weaken the integrity of the corpses. According to the previous living experiments See, the demon walking corpse can only exist for 8-12 hours at most, and then the bones will decompose due to the energy conflict inside the body and can no longer move.

But in 8 hours, this has already formed a wave of corpses sweeping across Niscala.

The warlocks of the Dark Harvester were also assigned tasks, just like what the four warlocks in Ubeka did in the Dreadscar Rift. These warlocks were scattered in various directions throughout Niscala. By all means, sowing chaos among the vast demonic horde, Grand Warlock Kel'Thuzad even took part in it himself.

This crazy guy used a super-large-scale catastrophe spell, combined with the destruction scepter that can easily tear open the space, blasted the land of Niscala abruptly, cut off a traffic artery, and drove it from Nissara. Cut off on the Kara continental shelf, throwing a hill-sized land into the dead stars.

The commotion was so loud that most of the demons on this land instinctively headed towards the triple line of defense where the front line was being attacked at the same time when they did not receive orders from the Dao. However, under the endless attacks of the Dark Alliance, Niscala's demons were quickly shunted away, and the terrifying wave of demon corpses quickly overwhelmed the demon's first replay line.

Any fighter who is familiar with the tactics of the Undead Sea knows that once the Undead Sea is formed, the next thing to do is nothing more than a simple snowballing pattern of slaughter-transformation-slaughter-conversion.

And the souls of the demons who died due to the plague will not be thrown back into the twisting void, because Niscala is in the twisting void. Here, when the demons die, they really die, and their souls, It will be collected by warlocks with soul-draining magic and used as spell-casting materials.

After the soulless corpses were awakened, they were filled with the instinctive disgust and greedy appetite for the living by the power of death. The corpses of these demons became ferocious and distorted, not much stronger than zombified mortals, but because These guys have extremely strong physical fitness, and when they were awakened after death, the impact of the tide of corpses, regardless of casualties, was simply irresistible.

After the first round of defense was breached, the fel cannon position set up in the Niscala Fortress area opened fire. Obviously, the demons who clung here also felt the threat, and they began to fire regardless of whether they were enemies or friends. The firepower of the guns is more ferocious than that of the Dark Blade Legion. Under the cover-type attack of these fel cannons' continuous dark green flame bombs, the surging tide of corpses was barely contained.

It's a pity that the demons desperately defended the front, but they could no longer take care of the rear.

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boom

In the deepest part of Niscala's demon camp, in front of a fel stronghold that was bloodbathed by demon hunters, Agatha, the witch of destruction with shackles on both hands, verified her identity, and the tightly closed door of the treasure house opened before her eyes.

To open the door of magic, one must be a high-ranking adjutant or higher in the legion. Together with several internal restrictions, they were completely disintegrated in front of the traitors who defected to the enemy. The treasury of the Deceiver has been opened to the warriors of Azeroth.

A hint of helplessness flashed in the eyes of the Destroyer Witch, who was reduced to a prisoner. She turned sideways, leaned over and made a please gesture to the waiting Demon Hunter behind her. Illidan didn't care about the trace of resentment on the Destroyer's face. Surrounded by hundreds of demon hunters, unless this Wrecking Witch is determined to die, she won't have any wrong thoughts.

The Hand of the Fearless is here.

Just as Illidan stepped up the stairs, the Destroyer Witch suddenly said:

But you have to be careful, demon hunter, there are no enemies in this treasury. Your greatest enemy is the blade itself. I have seen how it can easily tear apart the demons who try to control it. I hope you will not become A new victim.

Shut up!

The victim Altruis yelled, but the next moment, Illidan raised his hand to stop the victim's yelling. Illidan stroked the dark green warblade in his hand. This warblade named Azzinoth came from ancient times. I followed him during the war, and witnessed how he faced Sargeras and walked on the path of fel energy and darkness. This war blade is like another him.

Tough, stubborn, tenacious, unyielding.

It's time to say goodbye, old friend.

Illidan's fingers stroked the sharp blade. He held it up to his forehead, and pressed the cold blade against his skin, as if saying goodbye to an old friend. The cold blade seemed to feel the sword-bearer The inner will, it hummed, as if responding to Illidan's determination.

Whether I come back or not, we have to say goodbye...

bass, bass

This sharp blade turned outward, as if it had taken the initiative to break away from Illidan's hands. It was like a real warrior. After knowing that it could no longer keep up with Illidan's footsteps, it was unwilling to become Illidan's burden. In this way, I bid farewell to my friends and my master.

The power of Azzinoth wrapped around the blade inserted into the ground like a flame, and the noisy fel fire shrouded the blade, and it became silent, as if waiting for the next hunter to pull it out .

Illidan turned around, he looked at Altruis, the demon hunter who had followed him for the longest time, and he said to Altruis:

Don't let it down!

After finishing speaking, Illidan walked into the treasury shrouded in darkness and evil energy without looking back. In the sky domain of Niscala, the plague mist that floated into the sky was blown by the cold wind in the air. After the fusion of molecules, it fell from the sky in the form of highly toxic acid rain, covering the whole of Niscala in the deadly raindrops.

All the demon hunters stood quietly in place, they were waiting for their leader to return, and they were also paying attention to this inheritance.

Belongs to the legacy of the Demon Hunter.

Kane, come here!

In the majestic acid rain, the victim called out in a low voice. The young demon hunter who was called by his name froze for a moment, but was quickly pushed by the soul eater around him. He stepped forward in a daze, Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of companions, Altruis cupped the war blade he had used for 10,000 years in both hands. He stood in front of Kane Sunfury. He was taller than Kane.

I was not optimistic about you. I thought you were just a son who came to the battlefield to be gilded. I thought you could not be a good hunter, but it turns out that I was wrong.

Altruis is not a talkative person, nor is he a person who is good at expressing feelings. He handed out the black war blade that had already drank the blood of countless demons in his hands towards Kane, and he said:

This war blade is not expensive, but it has witnessed my past, as your mentor...I give it to you, and hope it will also witness your rise! You are destined to make a career!

The icy raindrops slapped Kane's body, and the young high elf didn't know what to say.

Just as Altruis doesn't like him, he doesn't like Altruis either. He thinks that this old elf is always targeting him and has an untimely stubbornness. But now, feeling the cold war blade in front of him, Kane didn't know how to respond, so he silently reached out to catch the heavy black war blade.

When Altruis said it wasn't precious, that was self-effacing.

In the War of the Ancients more than 10,000 years ago, there were not many demon hunters following Illidan, and the weapons of each of them were carefully selected by Illidan from the trophies of demons. It's certainly not as rare as the Warglaive of Azzinoth or the Hand of the Dreadnought, but it's definitely not an ordinary item either.

Kane stood in the icy and majestic acid rain holding the warblade, while Altruis, who was empty-handed, took a step forward, holding the Azzinoth warglaives intertwined on the ground with both hands, and when his fingers touched The moment he reached Illidan's warblade, scorching fel flames whizzed around his hands, arms, and even his body.

The scorching and terrifying temperature is like the test of the sword-bearer by the Warblade of Azzinoth. Altruis silently endured the burning of the fel fire, and the thick hunting magic pattern on his body One after another was lit up, and the sharp demonic aura lingered around his body, drying up the falling acid rain, like a smog.

Ten seconds later, with a cry from Altruis, the heavy and huge dark green war blade was lifted high by him, and a pair of huge black wings suddenly opened behind him. This scene shocked all the demons watching The hunters were full of enthusiasm, they shouted the names of the victims, and the sound of the shouts made the demon servants who followed them fearful.

Here, in the land of demons, another legacy of the Illidari's Legion is truly complete!

From now on, no one can obliterate them!