Azeroth’s Death Track

If there is such a thing as fate in the world, then I am afraid there is no more apt example than Shaw and Heishaw.

Two people share the same name, both of them are Mathias Shaw in the true sense, one was born and bred in this world, but encountered a strange disaster, the other lives in a timeline that has collapsed, and the future is bleak .

The story of the rise of the dark blade created the never-ending battle between Shaw and Black Shaw. Their purpose is very simple, to destroy each other and make their own existence more justifiable.

To be honest, the two of them are fighting for themselves in the true sense.

You are no match for him, Shaw!

The voice of the mysterious old Garni echoed in Shaw's heart:

There's something wrong with his body... It's not like the strength and agility that a normal human being should have at all. His stamina is full. This kind of battle is not good for you! Run away, you have shadow affinity, he can't be here caught you in the shadows.

Faced with this suggestion, Xiao Er remained silent. In front of his eyes, Hei Xiaoer's berserk attack was even crazier than before. Hei Xiaoer, who originally only had the body of a ghost, had already possessed a body given by God. It has surpassed the limit that mortals should have.

You feel it too, right? Shor! This body... This is not an evil body made of some weird black magic, life juice, holy light and life fire, the birth of this body is more than Any fairy tale you know is more holy! It gave me another future, a future that you can never reach!

Black Shore's hazy voice echoed in the gale of battle:

My body is pure and powerful, you can't win! Admit defeat, admit defeat...I will give you a happy one! My...brother!

puff

Xiao Er survived the stabbing of the dagger sideways, but failed to avoid the shadow blade rolled up by Hei Xiaoer. A splash of blood jumped out of his arm. In the midst of the severe stabbing pain, Xiao Er suddenly jumped out of the battle circle , looking pantingly at Heishor, who was sure of winning in front of him, the latter didn't immediately rush up to kill them all, he was fully experiencing the fun of a predator.

Xiao Er looked at his mortal enemy, and he looked at the scar on his arm. He knew... In order to win, maybe he should make some sacrifices.

Old Garney!

In his heart, he called for the old friend he had met by accident in the past few years.

Huh? Are you running away? Great, old Garni will guide you...

Old Garni's strange voice sounded, it thought that Xiao Er was going to escape, but this was not Xiao Er's purpose.

No, I mean... did your previous promise count?

What?

Gani, the loa god, seemed a little puzzled, but the next moment, Xiaoer gritted his teeth and said his request.

Be your priest and share your power, like the trolls who worship the other loa.

Oh, Shaw, my dear believer, it's great that you've finally figured it out...then come and share the power of me, Ghani, the god of thieves and scavengers...

Xiao Er shook his head with difficulty. Under Hei Xiaoer's gaze, he stretched his body, allowing the power belonging to Loa to wrap around his body layer by layer like rolling mist, making Xiao Shaw looked like some kind of Second Stage Evolution guy, and at the same time as the black divine pattern appeared on his arm, Shaw whispered:

Please, old Garni, stop saying your name, it's... shameful.

The next moment, Xiaoer looked at the astonished Hei Xiaoer in front of him, layers of strange runes began to flow in his palm, and he waved to Hei Xiaoer:

Come on! Black Shore, show you a...good thing!

hum

The shadows moved and the beasts roared. At this moment, the power belonging to the god of thieves and scavengers, and the loa exploded on the ridge of Red Ridge Mountain. When Heishor turned his head, more than a dozen of them were wearing dark armor. With terrifying bone fingers on sharp claws and a troll-style mask, swift Raptors rushed out of the shadows, their eyes exuded wild madness, and power that did not belong to ordinary creatures.

Between the ugly whistling, these old Ghani's heirs trapped Heshhor in the dark labyrinth of Loa. All local ties were severed.

boom

The sword and the dagger collided again, sparks splashed, and the darkness rolled. Surrounded by groups of armed poaching dragons, Shaw, who had regained his vitality, raised his head. His face was covered with strange patterns belonging to the Loa. Totem, looks very unique, and very... dangerous.

There was a light in Shaw's eyes, and as he passed Hei Shaw, he whispered in a hoarse voice:

Now, our battle is fair... You are right, Black Shore, after tonight, there can only be one Shaw in Azeroth...

that's me!

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On the other side of the Redridge Mountains, outside the Draenei port that has been abandoned for several years, facing the agents of the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency rushing from all directions, Jorach Ravenholdt guarded the The great artisan kept retreating towards the strait. In his arms, the teleportation stone made by all the great mages of the empire was warming slightly, which represented that they were about to leave the confined space.

Go! Go! Don't love to fight!

Qiao Laqi brandished the saber with both hands, blocking the moonblade waved by the blood maid who jumped out of the shadows from behind. This master assassin is proficient in all kinds of weapons and combat skills. He may not be the best at stealth and investigation among the master assassins, but he definitely It is the most capable type of assassin.

During the siege of the three armed maids, the Grand Master Assassin walked steadily, protecting Mekkatorque and retreating all by himself.

But Qiao Laqi can handle these high-level agents of the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency, which does not mean that other people can also handle it freely. But the Valkyries led by Shadow himself are still not so easy to dismiss.

These human and high elf female assassins who have the blood of Salein have hot shots and amazing stealth skills. They have received very professional fighting training, coupled with their terrifying manipulation of blood, it means that anyone who bleeds in front of them Enemies will be wiped out quickly.

Use this! Use this!

The Great Craftsman is an intelligent warrior. He has the rare courage and consistent agility of the dwarfs. However, without a set of armor developed by himself, the Great Craftsman is not suitable for the battlefield. He also knows this, so he did not rashly He rushed out to make trouble for Qiao Lacy, but he also had his own way to help Qiao Lacy.

Mekkatorque threw a pair of special bracelets to Joe Lacy, who was struggling to fasten the bracelet on his wrist while he was under siege. Amidst the high-pitched laughter of the great craftsman, a strong blue current visible to the naked eye came from The bracelet surged out and wrapped around the assassin's saber, causing any agent who touched the saber to fall into temporary paralysis.

Although the paralysis lasted only a few seconds, for a character like Qiao Laqi, a few seconds was enough for him to dismember a cow.

Swish Swish Swish

The sword with a strong electric current caused a brilliant halo in the darkness as it was being swung. The agents who besieged Qiao Laqi were cut down to the ground. Out of the battlefield.

No one turned back to help those warriors trapped in the dark, and everyone knew that those Imperial warriors who had given their all in this rescue were lost.

Boom, boom

Two loud bangs sounded on the battlefield behind them. It was the warriors detonating the explosives they carried with them, using their bodies and lives to buy time for the rescuers.

This kind of sacrifice is great and cruel. Behind Qiao Laqi, the great craftsman tightly covered his ears. He didn't want to hear the horrible sound, but it was not because of fear. In this cold night, his eye sockets were closed. Wet, as a pacifist, if possible, Mekkatorque doesn't want these warriors to die to save him...but he also knows the meaning of rescuing him back after the empire paid such a terrible price ...

Like Lothar, Mekkatorque does not think that Dark Blade can make other civilizations extinct with a great goal as a premise. He does not want to see the whole world fall into war. He must fight for peace. Give your strength.

People like the Great Craftsman know a truth very well: if you have enough power, but don't do anything, don't stop something, then everything that happens after that...is your responsibility! That responsibility, that fear, is something you can never escape.

Go! Don't love to fight!

Qiao Lazi, the master assassin who didn't like imperial bureaucrats, his voice became hoarse at this moment. He tightly clenched the saber in his hand, and his posture became crazier as he slashed all the way. The extreme perception of his mind was vividly reflected in the night. During the charge, Qiao Laqi almost killed one person in one step. He forcibly carried the master craftsman on his back, and broke a bloody path from the siege of the dark blade agents.

However, just in front of the narrow road leading to the strait, a slender figure stood in front of them. The figure with a white mask held a blood-red rose rapier in one hand, and a thorny whip in the other hand hung down on the ground, and the wind blew Her blood-red windbreaker and the coiled hair at the back of her head were also let down at this moment.

While the blood-red long hair fluttered, Shadow held the blood-colored rapier in front of her body, and her voice echoed in the night, like the coldest ice.

It's over here... Put down your weapons and catch them without a fight, or I will hack you to death and go back with the corpse!

Stop talking big! Little girl.

Qiao Laqi put down the master craftsman behind him, and winked at the other master assassins. He moved his neck, and the silver saber spun around his wrist while turning his fingers. Looking at the shadow in front of him, he just As if looking at a challenger, he said softly:

I'm in a bad mood tonight and you look like a tough guy...don't let me down.

The moment the voice fell, the figures of Qiao Laqi and the shadow disappeared in place at the same time. Between the collision of the bloody halo and the shadow power of the assassin, a gust of wind howled and swayed in all directions, cutting the surrounding masonry into pieces. .

While the two groups of guys who couldn't see the figure clearly fought, the other master assassins protected the high craftsman, bypassed the battlefield, and rushed to the bay deep into the sea. Those agents, while the shadows roared, the last fugitives were also surrounded by enemies rushing out of the darkness.

Leave me alone, let's go.

Seeing this situation, the great craftsman gritted his teeth and took a step forward. His short body breathed rapidly, and shouted to the assassins behind him:

Let's go, there's no more...

crash

At the moment when the great craftsman was in despair, a whistling black shadow flew out from the darkness, knocking the dark blade agent in front of the big craftsman to the ground, the blood maid gritted her teeth and got up, looking forward , but found that what knocked her down was just a black shield...

boom

In the next second, a tall figure jumped from the bottom of the strait to the sea reef. He held the heavy black sword upside down without saying a word, and crashed into the barrier like an attacking siege vehicle amidst the collapse of bricks and stones. Among the agents that the master craftsman left, the substantial power of anger entangled his body, and the heavy pressure brought by every move, like an aura, shrouded the agents.

boom

The guy who came out suddenly knocked down a human female assassin. He pulled out the tower shield inserted on the ground with his backhand, and held the shield horizontally in front of him, blocking the bullets sprayed in front of him. Under the black mask of ferocious spikes, , is a pair of bloodshot eyes, and on the right eye, there is a terrifying scar.

Roar!

He uttered an inspiring battle cry, held the shield in his left hand, and with the strength of his legs, he slammed out again. This brutal impact was full of force, and the two agents who could not dodge were forced into the channel. Next, in the shadow behind him, the agents jumped out of the darkness, wanting to make a lore, but the dark figure just turned around, raised his left foot high, and then slammed it down hard.

boom

The slender strait seemed to shake for a moment under the trampling of this war, the cracked and flying masonry interrupted the attack of the assassin in the shadows, and then the roaring tower shield, this kind of defensive fighters on the battlefield The most unpretentious shield strike showed terrifying lethality in this darkness. The slender high elf agents were thrown into the sky like shells being blown away, and the rest were thrown into the sky by the silent warrior. One sword, one fierce owl head.

In just one minute, the agents who besieged the Great Craftsman were completely wiped out by this brutal warrior who suddenly appeared. He looked back at the Great Craftsman who was protected by the assassins, and the meaning expressed in those eyes was very clear.

There's no need to be afraid! Because... I'm coming!