Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Seeing Mimiron wearing a weird smile and beginning to dismantle the head parts of the Galosi Destroyer in a weird and energetic manner that he had never seen before, the pirate curled his lips and stepped on the hot demonic wind in front of him. He flew towards the opposite battlefield.

He thought to himself that Mimiron looked crazy, but he didn't expect that he was actually an NTR lover inside.

He said no, and talked about his excellent guardian character, but looking at his passionate movements and the lightning-like symbols that appeared from time to time in his weird electronic eyes, it didn't mean that this guy had actually been convinced by Black. Yet?

Gee, these mechanical creations are really fun to play with.

However, even though he was contemptuous, Pirate Tranquility did not utter any words of ridicule.

This Mimiron is a real psychopath, and he has never concealed this fact himself. A pirate can mock a normal person crazily because he can guess a normal person's reaction, but he will not provoke a psychopath.

Even the ancient gods couldn't predict what miraculous ideas a lunatic's mind would come up with in the next second, especially in the face of a lunatic with magical skills that could blow up the continental shelf.

Now the anti-demon coalition is advancing in great strides. With both the Eredar Council and the Deceiver running away, and the Dreadlord's justifiable internal rebellion, Black needs Mimiron to contain the last force in Antorus and the Burning Throne. The mechanical legions and their masters with the ability to make a comeback.

As long as Mimiron can hold back Jingaros, the engineer of the Apocalypse who possesses dangerous power, until the coalition forces break through the soul cell used to pollute the Titan Soul, at least two-thirds of the expedition to Argus will be won. .

Then the mortals exit, and the remaining third is Black's "trouble."

"Forward! Seize the passage!"

On the outer cliff leading to the inner palace of the Burning Throne, Varok Saurfang had tried his best to slash and kill. This brave orc warlord was holding the axe-slayer left by his brother, and another type of sword in his hand. With a gleaming golden ax of holy light, every time he set off a whirlwind of flesh and blood, several demons would fall around him.

He was almost stepping on the burning corpse of the devil, and while charging forward, he was still shouting loudly:

"Drive the demons off! Wait until that ship attacks a second time to open the passage! This is the last battle, a heroic end beckons, don't give up!"

"stand up!"

Beside Saurfang, Varian, who had activated the divine power, was also killing.

He rushed to a tauren warrior who was chopped down by a demon, pulled him up from the ground, waved and threw a Holy Light Cure, and at the same time let the blazing holy flames pour into the ground under his feet, burning the demons who were approaching.

Everywhere you look, everyone is working hard.

There are too many demons, and the villains stationed at the Burning Throne are the absolute elite of the Legion, which gives them an advantage in both quantity and quality.

Even with the bombing support of the Evil Horn of the World and the thunderous breath of the little stars blowing back and forth to clear the ground, the Ashes Expeditionary Army suffered heavy losses in less than ten minutes.

But their efforts are rewarded.

They finally lasted until the second charge of the Zenidar's Holy Light Judger's main gun ended.

"Get away! Get away quickly!"

General Maraad, who was single-handedly carrying three demon lords on the ground and slashing and killing them, saw the calibrated golden beam in the sky pass through the crowd and freeze on the magic steel wall of the main fortress of the Burning Throne in front. He immediately turned around and shouted a warning to the soldiers fighting fiercely in the bombing area.

But it is not so easy for the warriors on the chaotic battlefield to evacuate. The demons who have already attacked them will not allow these guys to flee the battlefield weakly.

The crazy people born from the evil energy field laughed wildly and held the warriors in place. The ferocious burning demons were not afraid of their impending death.

Anyway, their lives are not valuable, and they can be reborn in the twisted void after death, but these delicious souls in front of them are great, and they can still make money even if they die together.

"Mage! Where is the mage? Help! Quick!"

Seeing that the main cannon of the Holy Light Judge was about to be fired, Muradin, the dwarf warrior who was wielding the Divine Hammer, roared and broke the hooves of the Doom Guard lord who was blocking the way in front of him, and then pounced on him when the latter fell to the ground. There was a skull-crushing blow, and the dwarf shouted with a broken gong on the bloody corpse.

But mages are also busy.

On this chaotic battlefield where the formation has been broken up, they have to face the dilemma of being besieged in close combat and still find time to throw accurate teleportation, which is undoubtedly embarrassing.

But in the end, it is a group of high-level spellcasters, and it is really unambiguous at the critical moment.

Kael'thas held the Flame Strike and threw Phoenix Fire in all directions to melt and burn the approaching demons, giving other spellcasters a few seconds to cast their spells.

Dean Lanyue and Merry, who maintained an elegant demeanor even in the fierce battle, teamed up to throw a large-scale teleportation shot at the light cannon's impact point, sending the nearby warriors and demons to the other side of the cliff.

Khadgar was also furious.

As a cosplayer, he endured the pain of being stabbed by a demon assassin and completed the final replacement. Together with Drek'Thar, who threw the astral teleportation beside him, he sent a group of injured people who fell to the ground back to the place above his head. The evil name of this world.

The next moment, the scorching golden light cannon roared again.

For example, the dazzling sword of holy light pierced the towering city wall of Antorus and blasted a crack. No matter how ferocious the demons were, the light cannons were turned into ashes. Although a few friendly troops were accidentally injured, this kind of situation.

In short, this blow represented the Holy Light Legion's venting of anger against the devil. The end of the golden stream of light opened a crack in the thick magic steel wall that was enough to accommodate a dozen people to pass side by side, and was still exuding high temperature and scorching atmosphere.

The road to the inside of the Demon Fortress has been opened, but the commanders were not happy because they could clearly see that when the light cannon fell, the strongest group of Demon Hunters who occupied the position did not escape.

Those fearless demon hunters may have turned into ashes

"Ha! What are you still doing? Go ahead!"

The pirate's voice sounded above the battlefield at this moment. He waved his hand as he came on the wind, and the demon hunters who were brought out from under the light cannon were thrown to the ground by the strong wind.

It was obvious that the pirates who arrived at that moment completed the final rescue, and finally did not let these blind hunters die under the bombardment of their own people.

It would be a joke from hell if he couldn't dodge the bombardment because he has no eyes.

This scene made the warriors below cheer. Saurfang also grinned, lowered his head and charged towards the crack opened by the Holy Light main cannon.

In the scorched land where the holy aura remained, he pushed away the incoming demons and rushed into the inner layer of the Antorus Fortress.

The others also fought and retreated, advancing towards the interior of the fortress while demons were still swarming around them.

As for how they should get out after entering, this is indeed a big problem, but after seeing the triangular beacons carried by several archmages of the Holy Light Legion, this doubt was lifted.

Obviously, they want to use the teleportation tactic that the Holy Light Legion is best at.

"Keep someone out there!"

After Varian and the Paladins rushed into the cave, Archbishop Mograine touched the blood on his face and shouted to the others:

"We must block the way for external demons to pursue us. There are too many of them. If this continues, we will be dragged to death here! You go! I stay here with the warriors of the Holy Light Legion.

Don't let our sacrifices go to waste. "

Under the current circumstances, although those who rush into the throne will also face terrible dangers, those who stay in this gap to intercept the pursuers will definitely end up in death.

Seeing Mograine take the initiative to take on this important task, the two brothers Malfurion and Illidan who wanted to speak fell silent.

Even the benevolent Archdruid didn't say much. He just made an elven farewell ceremony to the paladins and led his troops into the depths of the throne.

There was no time to grieve. The Cenarion Order had suffered heavy losses in the previous battles, and those who survived were filled with energy.

They are already here, and no one wants to fall before the last hurdle. That would be too embarrassing.

But before the warriors had time to confirm their next route, a group of "uninvited guests" that no one expected suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Delanor is on top! Kargath!"

Saurfang exclaimed. In front of his eyes, a group of orcs with a ferocious aura suddenly rushed out from the passages inside the Burning Throne.

The leader was surprisingly the former Shattered Hand chief Kargath Bladefist who "disappeared" after secretly taking a boat to the Antolan Wasteland.

Logically speaking, it should be a good thing for "old friends" to meet each other, but facing these orcs who suddenly appeared, the Ash Warriors raised their weapons one by one and looked at them with disgust.

"Did you drink demon blood?"

Black at the front of the crowd frowned and looked at the group of Shattered Hand orcs in front of him. After Grom Hellscream opened Mannoroth's skull with an axe, the orcs' demonic blood was cured from the source.

Although it will take some time for the entire race to recover, the energy of the orcs who were not tortured by demonic blood has finally returned. This can be seen from the violent fighting posture of the orc sergeants commanded by Saurfang.

But these guys in front of me are different.

Their muscles were stretched abnormally, and their skin was red like a skinned monster. Their eyes were as red as burning flames, and there were even demon-like bone spurs on their backs, arms, and necks.

Each one of them has a violent and frenzied aura, making no secret of their inner desire for destruction and destruction.

The orcs who drank the demon's blood for the first time were polluted green, and the second time they drank the demon's blood, they would show the blood-red color in front of them. Kargath Bladefist, who led these Shattered Hand orcs, was one of them. "The best".

This orc "handsome man" who once had flowing black hair has now turned into an out-and-out "savage orc" monster. His flowing black hair has long since fallen off and been replaced by a scalp full of ravines. His body is so strong that Incredible, full of a sense of depraved power.

Facing the disgust and hostility of everyone in front of him, as well as Black's inquiry, Kargas moved his neck and walked towards the coalition. This action made Tyrande immediately raise the Moon War Bow in his hand.

But the next moment, Black waved his hand to signal Tyrande not to be impulsive.

He looked at Kargas as if waiting for an explanation.

"Of course I drank demon blood, idiot."

Facing Saurfang's rebuke, Kargath didn't care.

The Shattered Hand Orc Chief with burning eyes grinned evilly, and the fangs that grew like animal teeth due to the demonic blood stuck out of his lips, making this guy look even more terrifying and savage.

His vocal cords seemed to have been damaged by the second drink of demon blood, making his voice hoarse.

He said:

"Only by drinking the demon blood can we make the demons believe that we sincerely 'submit', but these fools didn't realize that after the death of Maronos, as long as we can control ourselves, the out-of-control demon blood will no longer Will lead us into the abyss of madness again.

Of course, I know that in the eyes of heroes like you, we are still hopeless bastards. It doesn't matter, I never care about the opinions of idiots.

Blake!

Master Uncrowned, do you also think I am a degenerate? "

"No, no, no, I'm just like you, Kargas. I won't be fooled by the crazy words of idiots. I always see the world differently from others."

Blake shook his head, walked towards Kargas and said:

"But I also know that the results that can be achieved by making such a sacrifice for a master assassin must be quite amazing. So, tell me, Kargas.

What kind of good news have you brought to us in the past few days at the cost of the filth of your soul? "

"Shua"

A rolled-up ball of hide was thrown at Black.

The latter took it in his hand, opened it, took a look, then laughed and threw the thing to Maiev behind him.

Ms. Warden and Tyrande looked at the hide at the same time. On it, the entire internal structure of the Burning Throne was drawn with quite professional techniques, and detailed roads leading to different areas were also marked.

This thing made Tyrande look at Kargas strangely.

This orc

He actually used this method to complete the impossible "reconnaissance" of the Holy Land of the Burning Legion.

"What you are looking for is on the third floor of the throne."

Kargath moved his terrifying fist blade while breathing heavily. He stared at Saurfang and the orc warriors in the crowd. He said:

"Those destructive witches and elders are there to pollute the Titan's soul. I was not able to go in there, but I am sure that you must set off immediately.

Those Titan Souls were already screaming like sissies.

They may be very powerful, but they obviously cannot survive without being able to enjoy pain.

Before I left there, I saw that the star on the highest level of the throne was turned on. That thing was the signal used to guide Aggramar back to Argus.

Time is running out for you, heroes. "

After saying that, Chief Shattered Hand waved his hand, and a group of evil beasts behind him roared wildly and followed their chief toward the crack in the city wall where the fierce battle was taking place.

Under the silent and weird gazes of the coalition warriors, these "fallen" who had drunk the demon blood for the second time swaggered past them. Some of the orcs who understood had raised their fists and hammered their breastplates with solemn faces. .

This represents their farewell and respect to the Broken Hand clan.

Kargath Bladefist, who has always been regarded as a madman and disappeared in recent years, used this unique method that others could not even think of to clear his name.

"Hey, you have something that has been stored with me for too long. Considering that you may die soon, I think it's better to give it back to you."

Black called out to Kargas and flicked something to Chief Shatterhand like a coin. The latter raised his hand to grab it without looking back, and the thing felt cold in his hand.

Kargas held it in front of his eyes and looked at it.

It was the badge of the Master of the Uncrowned, and possessing it meant that Black recognized Kargas as a member of the Uncrowned.

It means that Blake recognizes that Kargas is already an assassin with a creed, and is no longer the gladiator who is so confused that he has no goals and no beliefs.

"You, a lunatic who wants to drink demon blood after the orcs are freed from the curse of demon blood, will certainly not be able to do something as great as Grom."

Blake picked up his pipe and said to Kargas, who had his back turned to him:

“But you gave up the freedom of your soul to win the possibility of freedom and victory for your people, your world, and our world.

You, the orc gladiator who was once regarded as a symbol of freedom, finally understand the true meaning of freedom. Congratulations, Kargath Blade Fist, the shackles in your heart have been released by yourself.

I knew you could do it.

There will be a place for you in the temple of the Uncrowned, but only if you survive, otherwise we can only build a statue for you, but don't expect us to say anything nice about it. "

"What are you talking about?"

Chief Shattered Hand grinned an extremely evil smile and said disdainfully:

"I drank the demon blood just to have some fun in fighting. Don't think of me as a tormentor as being too noble, go away, you golden cans of holy light."

Kargath angrily scolded Mograine who was guarding the gap:

"Don't steal my fun! This is the arena guarded by me! Each of you must kill at least 100 demons before you are qualified to leave my place!

Blake, thanks to your taking care of me for so long, I allow you to owe me one.

get out!

In order to please me, fight hard. "