Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1330 80. The stinking elemental prince of Azeroth is coming to Draenor to beg for food? Happy Labor Day【23】

"Hahahahaha"

Blake, who was fighting demons and mad undead in the hands of Gul'dan, completely saw the scene of Nuri Velen's resurrection, and the "live broadcast" of this cute little Xal'atath, which made Blake watch with joy. How did the "perfect plan" of the Dread Lords go bankrupt at the last step?

Although that is only a subtle footnote on the entire battlefield, it cannot even have any positive impact on the current terrible frontal battlefield.

But Blake was just happy.

While holding two waste robbery knives, he chopped down a ferocious evil lord, while standing on the victim's ordinary head, he sighed in the fierce and cruel battlefield as if he was crazy:

"The devil's abilities really have limits.

I have learned in my short life that the more a man or a demon plays tricks, the more likely he is to stumble on unexpected events, like now.

I only need to arrange a bottle of the fountain of youth in advance that will not be noticed by anyone, and I can easily destroy the plot of the Dread Lords to mobilize the resources of the entire legion to advance to this point.

If you want to take a step further in the way of deception, it seems that you have to become a being that transcends humans and demons. "

"Little master, what are you talking about?"

Xalatath's voice rang in Blake's ears, and she whispered:

"Look, the four fronts have collapsed. Except for your crazy sister who is still happily enjoying the fun of killing demons, everyone else is almost unable to hold on.

Should we retreat?

My loyal mantids and zerg swarms are ready to go. As long as you give the order, they can rush into the battlefield at any time and rescue your coalition forces who are about to lose. "

"retreat?"

Blake's eyes widened and he looked around at the battlefield that really looked like it was about to be completely defeated. He said:

"No, no, no, where are we now?

The real big scene hasn't started yet. Now that you have bought a ticket, you have to watch the whole show. Please help me find Kim Tessa, the Queen of the Dread Lords.

Just say that I am waiting for her to take the initiative to become my contracted devil.

Remember to remind her to choose a nicer and more comfortable dog leash for herself. This is what she said herself. Look, the letter I signed with her just now is still there, lest anyone say that I don't respect women again. "

"I don't think she will be so obedient in fulfilling the agreement, but you always have a way to get what you want, so I won't participate."

Xal'atath snorted and ignored Black's crazy words.

She'll be very busy.

Drawing on the power of the Heart of Darkness brought into Shadowmoon Valley by Fenner, the Ancient Ones are busy harnessing all the emotions on this angry battlefield and turning them into substantial destruction.

This dark master of the mantid is like an eighth-grade pianist, playing frantically on the keyboard of invisible emotions, a piece of heroic or desperate movement.

She was having a great time, and was about to use her evil thoughts to manipulate this party to kill everyone on the earth.

Except for those undead souls who are moody and annoying.

"I can't hold it anymore."

In the outermost position of the Hand of Gul'dan, Lord Ravencrest no longer knew how many demons and uncontrolled undead he had chopped down.

As a dead person his body does not feel tired.

But the mental burden became heavier and heavier as the battle progressed.

After Frostmourne was released by the demons, the impact of the cursed magic blade on all souls became more and more intense. The impact of such an impact on the living was still bearable, but for the dead like them, it was like a shackle. torture.

That magic sword is affecting the souls and wills of the undead. It is like an uncontrolled "bait", luring all the dead to be controlled by it.

The undead army summoned by the Black Crow Knights was taken away from control almost instantly, and even if the death knights no longer actively summoned the dead warriors to resurrect, the corpses on the battlefield were still being resurrected continuously.

Frostmourne spreads its dark majesty across the earth without reservation, and the undead Draenei who died in the orc massacre in Karabor Temple were just the first batch.

The war dead who died under the bombardment of the demon warships were the second batch, while the warriors who were attacked to death and resurrected by these uncontrolled undead were the third batch.

In a short period of time, the aura of death that became very active due to the existence of the cursed magic sword spread all over the valley around the Karabor Temple, and they even repel evil energy.

The worst thing is that because the weapon Frostmourne now has no sword holder, it is difficult for it to issue an accurate order. Therefore, the awakened dead will follow their own instincts to attack all creatures around them.

Even demons.

This is actually a good thing.

At least the violent undead actually helped Gul'dan's Draenor anti-magic coalition gain time to unblock the elements.

Coupled with the activity of the Demon Hunters and Watchers, the weapon systems of the two Demon Battleships were destroyed, making the intensity of the bombings that continued to fall in the sky much smaller.

But this is not a good thing for the Black Crow Chapter who is stuck on the periphery.

The death knights of the Black Crow Chapter would be embarrassed to endure the terror they always brought to their enemies in the past. Facing endless enemies who were hacked to death and stood up again, the death knights were really hacking. My hands are sore.

"I can not stand it any more."

Next to Lord Ravencrest, an elf female warrior wailed and dropped her weapon.

She covered her head and screamed in great pain. After a few seconds of twitching, her body calmed down. As if she had lost all consciousness, she ran towards the Karabo Temple.

"Stop her!"

The high lord scolded, and immediately several Black Crow Knights who were still fighting rushed forward, pressed the comrade who had been seduced by Frostmourne to the ground, and tied them up with chains.

Behind the Black Crow Legion's position, there are already dozens of death knights who have lost themselves.

It's all because of that damn magic sword!

It is simply the nemesis of all undead creatures, but the High Lord is unaffected.

Not because of how strong his will is, but because he holds another magic blade, Apocalypse.

This cruel magic sword seemed to have a hard time dealing with Frostmourne. When Frostmourne's breath came out, Apocalypse became extremely irritable, and even took the initiative to protect his user from being tempted by the magic sword.

But Apocalypse's protection doesn't come without a price.

It is urging Ravencrest to go to the location of Frostmourne. It wants Lord Ravencrest to personally hold it and cut off the damn sword of ice.

"It can't be delayed any longer."

The high lord looked around.

His knights have been surrounded by undead and demons that are thousands times their number. They have been cut off from the anti-demon coalition forces of Gul'dan. If this continues, they may be completely annihilated.

Although the undead are unafraid of death, the Highlord did not come to Draenor to reap a humiliating defeat.

"My dear, you take over my command!"

Kurtalos Ravencrest gritted his teeth and gave an order to Mrs. Ravencrest behind him. He summoned the ghost night saber himself, rode up and tightened the reins.

"Where are you going?"

Lady Ravencase called:

"do not go!"

"I'm going to destroy that magic sword. It's a disaster!"

Without looking back, the great lord rushed into the surging sea of ​​undead in front of him with Apocalypse in hand, and ran towards the Karabor Temple.

At the same time, deep in the valley of the Hand of Gul'dan, on a broken altar filled with surging evil magma, the old orc Ner'zhul's spellcasting had reached the final moment.

Beside him were six warlocks, three of whom were former members of the Shadow Council who had served Gul'dan and now had returned.

The remaining three are Dalaran's warlock leader Blackclaw Garald, Prince Kael'thas's personal advisor the great astromancer Soranlian, and the Argus enlightener Old Man Tha'kiel with the burning skull. .

There are also warlocks such as the Warlock Trio and Yolin Deadeye who are around to help stabilize the evil energy.

Gul'dan once used evil energy to seal the elemental wrath in the world of Draenor. Now, to break the seal, these warlocks must help. This ritual has reached the final step.

Everyone was very nervous, even the three warlocks who usually had a playful smile began to work hard now.

It's not that they don't know how fierce the battle outside the valley is. After the Burning Legion used the damn weapon Frostmourne, the cannon fodder tactics of the anti-demon coalition have become ineffective.

Those warriors from the two worlds almost gave up their lives to help the orcs save their elemental spirits.

Once this ritual fails, everyone present will really have no other option but to commit suicide and apologize.

"I feel the echoes of the elemental wrath, and they are responding to me."

Ner'zhul, with the white ghost mask painted on his face, raised his hands and called out to the wind, fire, water and earth. The power of these elements, which were weak in Draenor, was increasing.

This means that their ritual steps are correct.

"Hey, why haven't you finished it yet?"

At this critical moment, Black, who was flying over on the sky, turned over and landed on the ritual altar. He frowned and said to Ner'zhul:

"It should have been unblocked five minutes ago! Is there something wrong?"

"The elements are resisting us."

The old shaman said in a low tone:

"Because of the things we did in the past, the elements no longer want to believe in us. I am doing my best to persuade them."

"How long has this been going on? Are you still in the mood to chat with elements with psychological problems?"

His whole body was covered with the smell of blood. At first glance, he looked like a pirate who was swimming in a sea of ​​blood in a mountain of corpses. He knocked on his helmet and said helplessly:

"Are you shamans sick? Do you want me to teach you this? In addition to orthodox shamans praying for elements, don't a great shaman like you know how to force them to help?"

"You are talking about the way of the dark shaman. Do you think I haven't tried it?"

Ner'zhul also replied irritably:

"The elemental fury of Draenor gathered into elemental echoes when it resisted evil in the past, and was tainted by evil into twisted abnormalities, and then sealed.

Over the years, it has been absorbing the evil energy pollution of Shadowmoon Valley, and has become a big 'elemental tyrant'. The dark shaman's tricks are useless to it.

I must weaken it before summoning it, otherwise it will attack all of us indiscriminately. We are here to save the world, not accelerate its destruction! "

"Summon it!"

Black shook his head and said to Ner'zhul:

"I have already said that I have found an opponent for it, and I know what you are worried about. Don't worry, I will ensure that the elements of this world return to normal.

Believe me, I have dealt with all the four elemental monarchs of Azeroth.

not to mention.

Aren’t you also ready to ‘apologise’? "

The old shaman was stunned for a moment.

He touched his arm. It seemed that his secret preparation could not be hidden from Black. Seeing the pirates starting to summon the djinn to prepare for action, Ner'zhul no longer hesitated.

He signaled all the warlocks around him to leave, and he began to completely unblock Draenor's evil elemental tyrant by himself. As soon as Blake summoned him, the djinn responded quickly.

This elemental demigod did not come alone, he also brought with him the "loyal ministers" he had recruited in the chaotic sky wall during this period.

The appearance of a large group of high-level wind elements from Azeroth caused the entire Hand of Gul'dan to instantly blow winds that etched the earth and hills.

"let's start!"

Blake took the strange-looking elemental blade from the hand of the djinn. He held the weapon high and announced:

"Let us welcome the arrival of His Highness the Wind Chaser."

A group of wind elements cheered instantly.

They surrounded the loyal Al Abbas and lifted up the cold wind heart of Nihil, the Lord of the North Wind, who had accidentally died in a "border conflict" with the water elements not long ago, and integrated it into the Elemental Saint in Blake's hand. In the blade.

The Djinn picked up the bottle of resurrection that was already filled with the essence of wind, and poured all the essence of wind in the bottle onto the holy blade like pouring water.

The last step was completed by Blake himself. He picked up the two halves of the Imprisoned Skull of the Sun Chaser, placed them on the altar in front of him, and then raised the elemental blade that had been contaminated by the essence of wind to the point that it was almost separated from the material world. , after a precise chop, the prison cage was completely torn apart.

At this moment, the wind in the entire Draenor world roared.

The local elementals who were unwilling to help Ner'zhul watched in astonishment as an elemental force far older and more powerful than themselves erupted in the direction of Shadowmoon Valley.

Then, thunder and lightning flying all over the sky took over the airspace filled with evil energy, as if the elemental apocalypse was coming to tear open the heart of the world crazily.

This caused the local weak chicken elements to tremble and hide in their lairs.

And just as the Wind Chaser's body, which was very similar to Al'Akir, held his own elemental blade and stood in Gul'dan's hand, Ner'zhul's elemental unsealing was finally completed.

Under the earth-shaking loud noise, the entire land of Gul'dan's Hand was reshaped and torn apart. The original valley was reversely shaped into a huge fel volcano in the elemental riot.

The hot magma erupted, evoking scorching smoke. In the dark green scorching smoke, a terrifying elemental giant contaminated by evil energy roared and stood up from the magma.

Its body is more than thirty meters high, resembling a moving earth giant, but evil fire fills every crack in its body, and the liquid magma that is a blend of water and fire is also controlled by it.

Its first roar interrupted His Highness the Wind Chaser's strong appearance.

It roughly competed with Wind Chaser Sunderland for the violent wind field of this land, letting the wind, rain and thunder full of evil energy crash into His Highness the Wind Chaser, who had just recovered and was still in a dazed state.

The disobedience of this ugly and polluted elemental tyrant immediately triggered a strong counterattack from His Highness Sunderland, who was not very clear-minded.

Under the gaze of a group of warlocks and shamans, the elemental prince from Azeroth wielded the Holy Sword of Wind Chaser and struck the stone head of the elemental tyrant with one sword.

Amidst the roar of thunder, the battle between the two demigod elements instantly became intense.

"Go away, everyone!"

On the cracked land of the Hand of Gul'dan, where the terrain had been completely reshaped, the djinn Al Abbas drew back the holy blade created by his desert scimitar.

It roughly drove away the mortals around it and scolded:

"This is a 'private feud' between the noble Skywall and the disrespectful rural elements of Draenor. Don't join in the fun! Go play with the demons.

It's up to us here. "