Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"boom"

The flying ax engraved with hunting runes spun around, but lost its direction when it was about to hit the target. It was as if it had hit a shadowy ghost, passing through the changing shapes in the air, and finally slashed into the target. into a solid wall.

But Rexxar, who missed, did not hesitate. He pulled out Mok'Nasa's throwing spear from behind with his backhand, took a step forward and threw it forward. The flying spear made a sharp neigh the moment it left his hand, and the flying spear reappeared. A deadly stream of light bloomed in front of the Dread Lord's eyes.

"Wow!"

Amidst the sounds of many flapping wings, Varimathras turned into bats flying in the sky and disappeared, dodging the second fatal blow.

"Not bad, orc."

The strange voice of the Dread Lord sounded in the shadow behind Rexxa. The guy folded his wings and stared at Rexxa who drew the battle ax from the wall with a cold gaze.

He said:

"You are indeed a dangerous guy. I almost got hurt. You seem to be in a good mood. I can hear your heart singing. Is it because you just found your long-lost brother?

That beast king Magda, who betrayed his people and joined us, and now has chosen to betray the legion and serve you, is that bastard because of his surrender that makes you feel happy?

Do you want me to send his head back so you can have fun? "

"You can try."

Lexa, who was wearing a cool black bat suit, moved his shoulders.

He looked around at the Moknasa hunters who, with the support of the insect swarm, had broken up the demonic defense line. Magda's performance was very impressive.

The Fel Beast King, who has returned to Rexxar's command, uses the power he was given by demons to slaughter demons. He is like the most powerful killing warrior under the new chief of Mok'Nathal. No demon can stop his violent attacks. cut.

"Are you going to stay here?"

Lexa whispered:

"If I keep hitting you, I won't be able to hold back. If I accidentally chop you to death, it will be difficult for Black to explain."

"Hey, it seems that what you learned in Azeroth is not only the hunting skills, but also the ability to tell lies."

Varimathras sneered.

The Dread Demon King glanced at the scenes of overwhelming defeat. The fortress was stationed with elite demons with powerful fighting capabilities. Even if the defense line command was extremely chaotic due to its temporary deployment, there was no reason for it to be harassed like this by a group of orcs.

The main reason for the demons' declining fighting spirit should be that they sensed the weakness of Agona, the King of the Abyss as their commander.

After Varimathras sold the stupid King of the Abyss to Black, the countdown to its death was already beginning, and now, a perfect conspiracy of internal and external collusion is finally coming to an end.

This made Varimathras feel somewhat unhappy.

When he promised Black to cooperate with him in killing Agona, the Dread Lord wanted to dig holes for both sides at the same time. He also hoped that Agona would be more powerful and kill or injure Black to make that guy's arrogance less arrogant.

After all, Agona is also a powerful demon lord, and it is possible for it to win.

But now that Black has not come forward, the King of the Abyss will be killed by a group of demon hunters while being suppressed and weakened.

This is really disappointing.

As expected, Emperor Denathrius's favor for the stinky pirate from Azeroth was not random. This guy did have the capital to be arrogant.

But Varimathras is not at a loss either.

Although the loss of Gorgrond would bring disgrace to the Burning Legion and the possibility of being punished by the Deceiver, this defeat would only make the war in Draenor more intense, like adding fuel to the fire. Let the Legion invest more power here and create more deaths.

Its real owner, Emperor Denathrius, will definitely reward it generously for this!

Haha, being a double agent is really fun to do.

The sense of accomplishment is overwhelming.

"Cherish your life, Lexa Rema."

Varimathras retreated arrogantly into the shadows gathering behind him with an attitude that showed no sign of a loser's embarrassment. It slit Rexxar's throat with malice and said:

"Don't forget to be grateful for Blake Shaw's kindness. You are alive today because of him. Continue to be loyal to him and continue to be loyal to our cause.

Haha, now that you have participated in this great plan, you can be considered one of our own. "

"ah!"

While the Dread Lord left with his loyal servants, on the evil platform at the highest point of the Demon Fortress, Agona, the King of the Abyss, also breathed his last painfully.

Its unwilling wailing spread across the entire battlefield under the cold gaze of death, panicking the demons still fighting in the fortress, and causing those demons still trying to support in the external demon mines to instantly lose the motivation to fight.

They began to fight independently.

Some smart people have already begun to "charge in reverse" and escape.

As for the commanders, they began to retreat towards the Twisting Nether under the orders of Varimathras.

Of course, it will only take away the demons who obey it. Those die-hard servants of the Abyss Lord can continue to stay here and devote themselves to the glory of the Legion.

Anyway, demon hunters will never dislike the large number of local demons. They will only hope that there are as many demon commanders as possible who are struggling to fight against the beasts.

"How did you let it escape?"

When Rexxar returned to the position empty-handed, Beast King Magda, who was resting on the body of a hacked Doom Guard and bandaging his broken arm, raised his head, and his young face corroded by evil energy showed A sarcastic smile.

He said to Lexa provocatively:

"The renowned warrior hunter in Azeroth cannot even kill a mere Dreadlord? With an incompetent leader like you, Mok'Nathal's decline is irreversible."

"Maybe it's because I'm too tired."

Lexa shrugged, a helpless smile appeared under the wolf helmet, and he said:

"After all, I just fought with the best hunter in Draenor before, and that bastard tried his best to kill me. It was very difficult for me to defeat him, and I wasted too much power, which led to this defeat. of hunting.”

"Just pretend!"

Magda snorted in displeasure and said:

"You obviously suppressed me very easily. You didn't even use your animal power, and you didn't use it when you were hunting the Dread Lord just now."

The evil beast king looked around and lowered his voice and said:

"You let it run away on purpose. Is this also your plan? Just like how we do traditional hunting, releasing a meat bait first to attract more worthy prey?"

"You think too much."

Lexa shook his head and said seriously:

"It's just a miss, nothing to think about.

You should pay more attention to you. When the druids of Azeroth come to Gorgrond, I will ask them to help you wash away the evil energy in your body.

This is not a good thing and it will corrupt you. "

"No!"

Magda shook his head. He glanced at the corpses of demons lying around him, and then put his ferocious magic steel helmet on his head, revealing only a pair of burning eyes.

He said angrily:

“I want to keep the power of this dirty curse, and I want the pain it brings me when it corrodes my body to remind me of the price of doing the wrong thing.

I also need this power, only in this way can I better help you control your herd.

I will learn from your powerful blind friends. "

Magda pointed to the top of her head and said:

"If they can convert the demon's power into their own, then so can I. Don't talk about this anymore, Chief, it's time for you to take your tribe to celebrate your victory.

Those tribesmen who have been infused with demons will be led by me. If they cannot resist the temptation in their hearts and want to rebel again, I will help you get rid of this.

You don’t need blood on your hands.

You just need to fulfill your oaths and duties and rise with Mok'Natha. That is something only you can do. "

"Um."

Lexa nodded and said to Magda:

"But before celebrating the victory, there is still something to do. Come with me, and I will take you to meet someone. Control your temper and don't anger him.

this point is very important. "

——

On the other side, on the hillside outside the Demon Fortress, Blake looked at the rapidly chaotic tide of demons around him with some disinterest.

With Agona dead, the demons lost their target and began to fight on their own.

There are also a lot fewer bastards taking the initiative to attack the demon dispelling circle. This reduces the pressure on the apprentices of the Warlock School in vain. They no longer have to desperately drive the barrier to resist the demons. Some brave guys even formed a small team and went there. Spy on the retreating demons and search for some rare "breeds" along the way.

Rare and potential demons are very important combat resources for warlocks.

Especially for warlocks who want to be "Demon Tyrants", a branch of the profession that leads demon armies in battle, focusing on cultivating their own powerful demons is their basic skill.

Compared with "drawing prizes" by summoning soul stones in the laboratory, it is obviously more cost-effective to choose good demons to make contracts among the vast tide of demons in front of you.

And the Narthalas Warlock School has such a tradition!

Their deans and mentors contracted very elite demons, which resulted in the apprentices they taught being very eager for excellent demon servants.

Of course this is also very dangerous.

The demons are retreating, but they are not fleeing.

They still maintained their basic military momentum and retreated towards the opened evil energy portal. The warlocks could only search on the edge of the flanks and could not get too far away from the dispersal ceremony.

If you do it too blatantly and attract the attention of the demon commander, it only takes a few demon guards to encircle and charge, and it will be enough to take away the lives of this group of weak apprentices.

But again, in the warlock profession, it is necessary to seek wealth and wealth through danger.

"The apprentices performed well this time. Although they were a little flustered and timid during the process, the result was quite good, better than I expected."

On the hillside where the dispersion ceremony took place, Black held his pipe in his mouth and said in a long voice to the trio of warlocks who came back from the Demon Fortress:

"I originally estimated that such a big operation would result in at least a few injuries and a few deaths. It turns out that you taught them well.

Except for a few bastards who sucked in too much evil energy and became confused, the others were just tired for a long time after repeatedly draining their magic power.

Yes, the teaching quality this week is very good, I should probably give you some rewards. "

"Look at what you said, Captain, you are treating us as outsiders."

Xieyan bent down flatteringly and said:

"We are also tutors now. We should teach our students carefully and we must not embarrass you."

"Yeah yeah."

Zarak also spoke next to him:

"Getting your recognition and appreciation proves that our work is meaningful. This is the best reward we can get."

"We will teach them more carefully, and your requirements will definitely be met, Captain."

Kanrisade also said with a righteous face:

“You won’t be disappointed next time you see them.”

"Hey, did you change your temper today?"

Blake said in a surprised tone:

"You don't want rewards? It seems that you have made a lot from Agona. Even the greed in your heart has been temporarily satisfied. But think about it, a demon demigod is full of treasures.

Just take some and go back to the alchemist to make it, it will be an excellent treasure, but you can't just take your own. "

The pirate held out his hand and said:

"Where's my share?"

"It's all ready for you, Captain."

Evil Eye smiled and put a warlock bag specially made of evil pattern cloth into Blake's hand, and he said:

"Agonna's left eyeball, the heart of the King of the Abyss, and its spinal fluid were all peeled off from its body by our own hands. They are very fresh and still hot."

"That's right."

Blake laughed, his face full of relief and appreciation.

He summoned his angry guards and imps, and casually took out the heart of the abyss lord and the steaming spinal fluid that were still stained with demon blood from his luggage and threw them to them.

Crazy Clintland received the reward and wished he could kneel down to his evil and generous master on the spot.

As long as it eats and digests this heart, it may soon advance to the final form of the Demon Guard and become a powerful and violent Fel Lord.

The little devil Daglop is even more exaggerated. It is shameless. When it gets a good thing, it jumps around in place, and uses various rainbow farts from demons to flatter its master in a new way.

"This is not for free."

Blake waved his hand and said to his two demons:

"Go back to Hellfire Peninsula and work hard, and find a way to sneak into Hellfire Fortress. I will be going back there soon, and I will need you then."

"Don't worry, Master, I will kill all enemies for you!"

Clifland showed his loyalty clumsily and returned to the portal with the grateful kid.

"You can take the apprentices back."

Blake turned around and blew out a smoke ring, glanced at the exhausted apprentices around him, and said to the three warlocks:

"Go back and let them have a good rest, and then seize the time to continue teaching them. When the monthly exam comes, you will have to come to Draenor again.

I have already thought about the questions for the monthly exam. Well, it will definitely be more exciting than this time, and it will better test the apprentices' character and their learning achievements. "

The smelly pirate snorted and said to the three guys in front of him:

"Actual combat is the biggest test of the quality of teaching. If they are unfortunately destroyed by the time, it will be because you did not teach well! For the sake of their lives and yours, you cannot relax the learning process.

The worst outcome for apprentices who fail the exam is to change their body or experience the feeling of a spiritual body.

But the punishment for your teaching failure is not that simple.

Do you know what I mean? "

Of course the trio of warlocks understood.

This shocked them, and each of them began to express their determination again.

However, Blake was impatient to listen to the flattery of these three guys. He waved his hand and asked them to take the people back quickly and not waste time here.

He is still busy.

After driving away the trio, Blake strolled down the hillside and piled up various garbage he picked up, and then placed the statue of Old Garni on top.

After reciting several times, the familiar smoke expanded and enveloped him again.

"Hey, isn't this the great Lord Black? Is he in trouble and finally remembering his fallen old friend?"

Old Gani's very ungrateful voice came from among them.

The smelly pirate curled his lips and said:

"I've been thinking about you, bastard. Don't say such uncomfortable sarcastic words. Come on, do me a favor and send me some letters."

"To whom?"

Old Garni asked, and Blake flicked his fingers and said:

"Who else could it be? Of course it's our beloved Lord Velen. I don't dare to meet my outstanding colleague unless he does something in this world.

Now, after barely proving myself, I can finally meet him with confidence.

But what do you mean by dressing like this?

Is this going to be a non-mainstream debut? "