Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1331 81. Back off! Devil, I am the chief! I am the king of the clan! -Happy Labor Day【33】

As the Wind Chaser, who devoured the elemental core of the Lord of the North Wind and resurrected in the essence of the wind, carried his tuning fork-like elemental blade and fought with Draenor's elemental fury, the entire sky of Shadowmoon Valley Everything began to be filled with thunder and storms.

His Highness Sunderland, the Wind Chaser, was obviously very angry about getting up. After all, he had been forced to sleep for millions of years, and the Clay Man also had anger in his heart.

And when he was at his worst, the rural elements of Draenor attacked two evil demons, and the anger was self-evident.

The elemental holy blade mixed with the fury of thunder was caught by the mist-shrouded claws, and amid the roar of the storm, he slashed at the evil stone man in front of him several times.

Not to mention the power, let’s just say that the power exerted by the elements flows.

A thunder storm gathered around the entire Hand of Gul'dan and swept in all directions, drawing all the demons that rushed in into the storm and hanging them alive.

That was "Lingchi execution" in the true sense.

When the strong wind dissipated, all that was left behind were twisted skeletons with flesh and blood flying everywhere. This horrific scene shocked even the members of the Draenor Anti-Magic Alliance.

Obviously, the power of the elemental demigods born in the original wind of Azeroth is somewhat beyond everyone's imagination.

"All non-residents except shamans get out!"

Blake stood on the top of a reshaped hill and shouted to the retreating guys around him:

"Go outside the valley, block the demon leaders and don't let them in, don't blame the remaining weak demons, they will die as many as they come! His Highness Sunderland will not allow any demon to return to the Twisting Void alive, humble mortals, Cheers to the rise of the Prince of Elements!”

The crazy pirate stood laughing against the background of the thundering sky.

There is no need for him to leave here. The "God-killing Lord" anima ball embedded in the breastplate makes him immune to natural magic below legendary level.

As long as they are not attacked head-on by the Wind Chasers, this valley filled with thunderstorms is as safe for the stinking pirates as walking in their own back garden.

Under his orders, large swaths of orc warriors withdrew from the Valley of Gul'dan's Hand and set up defenses outside, while the remaining shamans stayed here to help Prince Sunderland fight against Draenor's Elemental Wrath Abnormality.

That guy's appearance is abnormal at first glance.

The dark green evil stone man controls the four powers of wind, fire, water and earth at the same time. Its essence should be an "ascending body" where elemental creatures gather together.

It was a form of transformation of elemental creatures into higher forms. Blake had seen such knowledge in the shamanic classics of Nathalas Academy.

"Lord of Fire Lukenson"

Beside the pirates, the old shaman Ner'zhul, who was exhausted from releasing the elemental seal, weakly leaned on his shadow moon bone staff. Perhaps it was because the plan he had been advancing and preparing finally came to the last moment, and Ner'zhul's turbid Both eyes became brighter.

As the mixture of evil energy and storm blew around, the few remaining white hairs of the old orc were blown around.

He hunched over and looked at the big evil stone man in front of him who was fighting in close combat with Sunderland, the Wind Chaser who was riding thunder and lightning. The old shaman said to Black in a guilty and nostalgic tone:

"That is the revenge element formed by the gathering and ascension of our four elemental lords in Draenor. They knew that none of them could compete with the Shadow Council commanded by Gul'dan back then. In order to bring this world back to order from chaos , they fight to the death here.

The hateful sorcerer defeated them with the help of demonic power.

Gul'dan clearly resented the failure of the elementals to respond to his twisted thirst for power.

He did not destroy it, but chose to seal it. He knew what kind of monster the elemental anger infected by evil energy would degenerate into, and he knew that this corrupted element would suffer the pain of corrosion.

He wanted the elements to suffer, and the noble elemental spirits to be driven away by the torment of evil energy. "

Ner'zhul looked sadly at the Fel Flame King who summoned the Fel Volcano in the distance and gathered magma to attack Sunderland the Wind Chaser. He gritted his teeth and said:

"But all suffering will end today! The elemental spirits will regain their freedom, and they will nourish our world again! They will bring us life and hope."

"It won't be that easy, my dear old shaman."

Blake shook his head. He held his pipe in his mouth and watched the glorious scene of the elemental battle in front of him.

Not to mention, although the elements have always been weak and changeable, when they are really angry, it is still very "spectable".

This method of directly mobilizing the original power of the world to fight without relying on one's own spellcasting ability, regardless of the size of the power, this kind of fancy visual impact cannot be compared to the fireballs and ice thrown by weak mages.

But as a prophet, Blake could clearly see more.

He whispered to the weak Ner'zhul beside him:

“The transformation of Lukenson, the Fire Lord of Draenor, into a fel elemental was certainly driven by Gul’dan’s evil, but there was also a big reason why the elements themselves were disappointed and distrustful of the orcs.

Even if Sunderland and Al Abbas crush Lukenson's evil body here, it's not certain whether those weak elemental spirits will be willing to help you after they are released.

The elemental spirits are notoriously moody. After you have failed them and the world, it is not easy to ask for their forgiveness.

The most troublesome thing is that the world of Draenor itself has become so weak that there is not much time left for you to coordinate the relationship with the elemental spirits. You have to do it quickly. "

"I know."

Ner'zhul nodded. He touched the White Ghost emblem on his cheek and whispered:

"I am fully prepared for this. Thank you, Blake, for helping us push this plan to this point. Without your help, we would never have been able to do it on our own.

You are the savior of this world in a true sense, and I want to thank you on behalf of all the creatures in Draenor. "

"Wow, you're starting to talk big."

The pirate curled his lips, patted Ner'zhul's rickety shoulder and said:

“Can you represent the world?”

"Not yet."

The old orc laughed, as if the suffering and all the gloom in the past were swept away at this moment. He leaned on his bone staff and said in a deep voice:

"But I'll be fine soon. Go about your business, Black, I know you have other purposes in this fight. Goodbye.

No.

farewell. "

"Um."

The pirate took a step back and said to Ner'zhul in a serious tone:

"Farewell, Great Prophet."

This title, which is very memorable in the orc civilization, made Ner'zhul stunned for a moment. Then he waved goodbye to the pirates with a smile and watched Black disappear into the shadows.

Ner'zhul turned back again and looked at the fierce and fiery battle between the elemental demigods in front of him.

The tyranny and threat of the evil Flame King Lukenson put the Wind Chaser Sunderland under tremendous pressure. This wind elemental prince who had just woken up from a deep sleep and returned from death quickly woke up from the daze of resurrection. come over.

It started calling out to its subordinates.

After seeing that His Royal Highness the Prince was awake, the loyal djinn god Al Abbas immediately carried his elemental sword and led a group of die-hard wind elements who were loyal to Prince Sunderland into the battlefield.

They were like a marching elemental army. Under the command of Sunderland, they began to besiege the weak Draenor elemental anomalies.

Beat the few with more, beat one with two.

Such an offensive without respect for martial ethics means that it is only a matter of time before the defeat of the Fire King, who represents evil energy.

However, based on the control and destruction of the power of the elements by both sides, after they finish this battle, the entire terrain of Shadowmoon Valley will probably be completely reshaped.

"Drek'Thar, come help me."

Ner'zhul estimated the time, calling out to old, estranged friends.

The blind shaman from the Frostwolf clan came over carrying two battle axes. He "looked" at Ner'zhul who had taken off his tattered robes, and then looked at the various spellcasting materials that Ner'zhul had taken out.

A look of sorrow bloomed on Drek'Thar's face, but he did not stop Ner'zhul.

"I can't do it alone."

The Frostwolf Seer whispered:

"To complete the ascension ceremony of a shaman like you, two more legendary shamans must come."

"I have been preparing for this day for a long, long time, my old friend."

Ner'zhul grabbed a handful of mud dug from the Throne of Elements, soaked in the power of water, and smeared it on his face. He whispered:

"This is not only the redemption of the orcs, but also the day when the draenei people contributed to the world. Look, they are here!"

Drek'Thar turned around, and although his eyes had long been blinded, he still felt the opening of two astral gates from the chaotic waves of elements around him.

Nobundo, the great shaman of the Broken Ones, and Akama, the leader of the Ashtongue Deathsworn and a former archbishop who is also a legendary shaman, walked out of the Gate of Elements.

Their arrival completed the final link in Ner'zhul's Ascension Ceremony.

"let's start!"

The old orc lit flames on his sides and called out:

"The world has waited too long for this day, let us return to the ancient ways of the elements and let us begin to heal the world and our hearts."

——

Black found the idiot Finna cheering and slashing demons on the chaotic battlefield outside Gul'dan's Hand.

This guy wields a shiny Ashbringer blade that turns everything in his path to ash.

No one knows how many demons Fenner has killed since the war began, but the sword in her hand that is filled with the power of light and has a special attack effect on demons is the most popular "demon nemesis" in this war.

In Fenner's infinite swing, no matter how violent the demon is, it will be chopped to death by this sword and then its body will be set on fire. Fenner's armor is covered with all kinds of shiny "demon ashes".

Looks disgraced.

But no one will underestimate this bald elf because of this. She can stand up to an army of hundreds of people. She alone and a knife can guard a ridge to deal with the charges of demons and undead.

The best thing is that Fenner, who is always full of energy, enjoys the fun of this kind of fighting. She does not feel bored or hard just by swinging her sword to kill.

"Hey, don't chop it off. Did you chop off your head?"

The pirate appeared behind Fenner, grabbed her slashing wrist, and shouted to the stupid warrior whose body was full of anger:

"Go inside and use the elemental holy blade I just gave you to help Sunderland kill Lukenson. You go and split the body and head of the big evil giant so that Sunderland can use the elements. The power of it blasts away its twisted core, releasing the gathered and imprisoned elemental spirits."

"Ouch!"

Fenna nodded, she had always been very obedient to her bratty brother's orders.

Although this meeting was a bit overwhelming, the habit of obeying had become his instinct. He left his opponent behind and jumped towards Gul'dan's hand. But before leaving, the bold warrior shouted to the little prince Alsace who was fighting hard not far away:

"Hey! Little weakling! Take this! This one is powerful!"

Arthas, who was surrounded by a large number of demons, turned around and saw a handful of golden Ashbringer thrown towards him.

The little prince's eyes lit up, he carried the Lion-Hearted Slayer behind his back, jumped up with the agility of a sword master, grabbed the holy sword in the air, rolled when he landed, and fought in all directions with one move, killing all the demons around him. Behead.

Hot embers were rising, illuminating the little prince's blood-red eyes.

He could feel the Holy Blade of Light in his hand calling him to return to the path of the Holy Light, but unfortunately, his body and heart already belonged to the path of anger.

He can't go back to that bright world.

All that is left of it is a walking figure.

However, this does not prevent him from continuing to hold the power of light and bring destruction to the damn evil in front of him.

"Um, is your name Ashbringer?"

Arthas Menethil stood up in a land of ashes and stroked the shining blade in his hand as a sword master. As a sword master, he could naturally talk to the blade in his hand.

Amidst the laughter, the little prince raised the holy sword and assumed the starting position of a sword master.

He whispered:

"What a good name! Come on, Ashbringer, let's chop down a few demons to stretch our muscles."

The next moment, Alsace's body wrapped in scorching light shook and dispersed into three mirror images, roaring and charging towards the brutal demon in front of him. The destructive storm of the blade of light lit up on this damn desperate battlefield, making it look like a hero making his debut.

However, compared to Alsace's enthusiasm for enjoying the battle, Warchief Red Blackhand, who was on the same battlefield with him, seemed very crotchless.

His fat body and years of neglected combat skills made him look so bloated and weak every time he swung the Hand of Darkness war hammer. Although he also killed a few demon guards with all his strength, such results were really compared to others. A little too shy.

"Hey! Don't you have a ring on your finger?"

The moment Blake appeared, he slashed the enemy with a flash of light, knocking down the demons and undead beside the panting war chief. He looked at the humiliating Red in front of him with his eyes closed, and pointed at the blood-red diamond on Red's finger. gem embellished ring says:

"It's such a waste to give this to you."

"There's nothing I can do, Captain."

Reid complained:

"That Khadgar jumped up and threw this ring to me. He didn't even tell me how to use it. Teach me, Captain, I know this thing is powerful."

"Feel it with your anger."

Blake curled his lips and said:

"That is the power of the warrior, the power of anger. You cannot activate it without anger in your heart."

"But I can't get angry."

The weak chief said with a headache:

"I know a fight with you is bound to be won, and it's really hard for me to get mad at a fight that's bound to be won, and I haven't fought in a long time."

"You loser!"

Black was so angry that he flashed to Red's side, put his hand on Red's forehead, and said:

"I'll give you a status! Don't resist!"

The next moment, the emotional control from the seven giant beasts' mental energy successfully seized the control of Red's mind, and Black poured the evil energy of the Sha of Wrath into Red's heart.

The great chief felt that the anger that he had almost forgotten surged out uncontrollably in an instant.

His eyes instantly became bloodshot, and terrifying anger surged out of the fat chief.

He felt like he was back in the war career of the passionate boy he once was, and he also felt the call and response of the World Ring on his finger.

"哐"

The ferocious hand of darkness was thrown out, and the war hammer easily smashed the head of the demon guard rushing in front of him.

Red, who was wrapped in blood-red anger like a savage beast, was dressed in rough clothes. He roared and grabbed his blood-stained war hammer. The world in front of him had turned to blood.

"Come on! Devil!"

With an extremely ferocious posture, Reid held up his war hammer and smashed the stones at his feet. As the gravel flew everywhere, he roared extremely violently at the demons in front of him:

"Come to challenge the warchief of the Horde! Come to challenge the king of the clan! Come to challenge the orc king of Draenor!"

"I will crush you all to death with my own hands!"

"I will use your skulls as bowls! Ahhh! Witness my invincible power!"