Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Tirisfal Glades, in the Secret Land of Tyr's Fall.

The legendary priest Alonsos Faol is following Blake's guidance and doing his best to guide the pure holy light that he has cultivated for many years into the Silver Hand war hammer in the temple.

The golden torrent of light is like a beating torch, ignited on the war hammer, and like a golden waterfall, it is constantly spreading golden and holy light outwards.

But the enlightenment and giving of this power is not unilateral.

Faao's Majesty gave his warm, powerful, rich and compassionate holy light to the ancient artifact war hammer in front of him without reservation.

This god's weapon also sensed the will of salvation in Faao's heart.

It quickly gave back.

As the pirate watched, visions of golden wings like angel wings began to appear around the old priest.

That is a change in form of power.

At the same time that Faao's holy light power intersects with the hammer, this artifact is also imparting to him the advanced knowledge from the God of Courage and the Titans' creations.

These obscure knowledge are being learned and transformed to gather the holy light in His Majesty's body into a more holy form.

"Right, that is it!"

The pirate looked at the flowing light in front of him. He shouted to the old pope who was already wrapped in golden light and could barely see his figure:

"Hold on, Your Majesty! Persistence is victory! Don't begrudge your Holy Light, give it! Give it all! It will give you supreme knowledge in return."

While shouting such insincere slogans.

Blake tore open the Hand of Fate scroll in his hand.

Just like the scene in the cellar of Karazhan reappeared, the moment the scroll of the Hand of Destiny was torn apart, it turned into quicksand with strange divine power and wrapped around Blake's left hand.

Turning his left hand into that blue mummy-like mummy again.

In his right hand, he held Ursales in the form of the Hand of Death.

The moment they rushed into the dark lair, the two troll ghosts who had been following the pirate screamed and fled back into the skull hanging on the pirate's chest with a whoosh.

They were very frightened.

The two cowardly guys, far away from their homeland, once again felt the torture of the void in the Heart of Darkness Odile.

Don't blame them for being timid.

The scene in front of me was really shocking.

The moment he stepped into this lair, Blake's character card had several more negative states, such as Soul Shock, Void Dark Energy, Shadow Demon Lock, etc.

There was also a sneaky voice floating in his mind. It was like a group of rats whispering in the ears, which greatly disturbed the mind and also slowed down the pirates very quickly.

In front of him, a huge figure stood in the rolling darkness.

Emperor Thoradin described it as being as high as a hill.

This is no exaggeration.

This guy is at least forty or fifty meters tall. Any slight movement will cause strong vibrations in the cave.

While it has such a huge size, it also has extremely twisted, arthropod-like physical characteristics. It looks like a large beetle walking upright, and its body is covered with thick, decaying dark purple horn.

Its arms are the giant claws of a lobster, it has a heavy tail covered with scales, and a head that looks like a mix of bee, ant and octopus.

Both eyes shine with chaotic and violent light, and with every attack, a series of weird roars will be shouted out, just like the words of a guy who is not awake while snoring.

Very rhythmic.

But no one understood it.

But it doesn't matter, this guy doesn't speak just to be understood by others. The voice of darkness comes with soul impact, and every time he shouts, he will detonate a vicious plague on the enemy's soul.

It was so ugly that the sky was dark and the earth was dark.

It's just that after the Creator created all the creatures in the world, he randomly kneaded the remaining scraps together to form a monster like it.

It's like a fish, shrimp, octopus, ant and crab, who gave birth to an unloved monster after a crazy drunken mess.

The malice of the world seemed to be concentrated on this guy's body.

Just looking at it is spiritual pollution.

It's powerful.

But its body is covered with scars, especially its back. The fatal wounds suffered by Tyr, the God of Courage, when he died millions of years ago have not healed yet.

But this does not mean that the monster in front of him is more powerful than Tyr.

In fact, two such monsters besieged Tyr, and Tyr was not in full condition at that time. This matter involved betrayal and backstabbing among the Titan creations, which was quite complicated and entangled.

Its excitement is not inferior to the absurd plots of third-rate knight novels handwritten by down-and-out wizards in the city of Dalaran.

"The sword on its head! See it?"

The pirate threw out his hook lock and jumped to the side of Dathrohan, who had just been kicked away by the monster. He lifted the buckler in the knight's hand and protected it in front of the two of them.

In the next moment, spikes composed of terrifying shadow energy roared across and pierced the surface of the buckler, pushing Black back several steps, but failing to hurt him or Dathrohan.

After all, it is a gadget that Odin has used, and the quality is second to none.

Black turned around and shouted to the old lich behind him who was constantly throwing ice storms to clean up the octopus-like shadow demons crawling around the lair:

"Pull out that sword! It has lived with the void for three thousand years. It can protect the mind. Use your invincible magic to trap it, Merry! Aren't you a cruel and ruthless lich?

Let's see how cruel and evil you can be! "

As soon as the pirate shouted to take action, the old lich immediately raised his left hand.

A magical hand that any mage would use was thrown out, and it crossed nearly a hundred meters and was grabbing the hilt of the steel sword inserted in the head of the dark monster.

As Merry injected more magic power, amidst the monster's cries of pain, the steel sword was completely pulled out amid thick, disgusting blood flying and the sound of a skull shattering.

The magic of magic hand is quite strange. It is just a magic trick. It is usually used by mages to serve tea and water, or create a sense of mystery.

But at critical moments, this magic can create quite astonishing scenes.

Such as now.

For example, a few years later, another mage almost killed Deathwing with his magical hands.

"Clang"

The pulled out steel sword with bruises flew over, grazed the knight's armor, and pierced the ground. Dathrohan immediately pulled it out and raised it in his hand.

At this moment, all the dark sounds in his mind were swept away by the power of the steel sword.

He could feel the call of rage echoing in the magical steel sword of the Barbarian King.

But unfortunately, he is no longer a warrior. After converting to the teachings of the Holy Light, he has embarked on another path, and he can no longer respond to this call of anger.

This made him feel disappointed.

"Replace anger with holy light and swing your sword forward! You are a warrior of the holy light. The holy light protects your heart and anger arms your strength. Wield the power of punishment, Saidan!"

The Pope's call sounded in the darkness at this moment.

Let the great knight take a deep breath, wrap his hot holy light around the steel sword, and rush towards the monster in front of him that summoned the Shadow Storm.

The golden light was dazzling, like a blazing knife cutting through the darkness.

The pirate held a buckler in one hand to resist the mental impact from Krasis, and waved the war scythe in one hand to easily chop up the shadow demons coming from all directions.

He can't defeat the dangerous BOSS, so it's not a big problem to deal with the mobs.

Under such protection, the old lich finally completed his long spell casting. As the staff in his hand pointed forward, extremely cold ice flow roared out, and three ice chains rose from the ground.

Pull the giant monster's body in place.

As the staff swung downwards, it gathered into a ball of meteorites made of ice, and hit Krasis head-on. The moment it collided with its tough dark carapace, it turned into millions of broken ice, destroying the dark thing's body. Legs and trunk frozen.

Finally, there is the mysterious and obscure final blow.

A strange and dark light floated in the old lich's eyes, as if he was guiding a force that did not exist in this world.

The moment the staff touched the ground, the blue death runes were used to create a withering magic that continuously devoured life force around the void creation.

This move is called death and withering.

The culmination of the evil magic of the lich.

Under the cold control of the old lich, the huge trunk of the void creation that was included in the death and decay continued to shrink, like a rapidly decaying tree.

Its cursed vitality is constantly being greedily extracted by the energy of death.

Until the end, the flesh and blood turn to ashes!

But such extraordinary attacks still cannot destroy this guy's body. It was forged in the abyss. As long as the soul does not die, the body will never die.

Even if it is struck by the scorching holy light, even if it is destroyed by the withering of death, it can survive until it swallows the flesh and blood and life in front of it, saving it from extreme weakness.

Destroy this tomb again and impose the owner’s dark will on this land under the sun!

Everything!

They will all be thrown into the void.

Distortion and corruption are the only paths to the blessings of darkness.

"Hehehe"

Krasis, whose life force was constantly being drained, was tightly bound in the withering circle by the lich's ice chains. It seemed to have given up its struggle.

But as the cold wind suddenly rose, a dark spiritual body emerged from its decaying body.

It had no shape, a weird shape like an octopus, a soul shape uglier than the shell.

It is very weak and cannot defeat these difficult flesh and blood creatures in the material world.

But it doesn't matter, it still has the battlefield of the soul.

Blessed by their masters, each of them is a master at crushing minds and twisting souls. On the battlefield of the soul, the beliefs of these mortals are worthless, and their armor is meaningless.

"I've been waiting for you. Come on, let's play a game."

The pirate who had been staying by the Lich's side, fishing for the little monsters, saw this fallen thing launching a soul offensive. He immediately threw out his chains, held the aegis in his hand, and landed on the dark alien body between the virtual and the real with a cool gesture. forward.

The latter opened its big mouth full of sharp teeth and bit down on the head of the overestimating pirate.

To devour his soul in one bite.

The pirate's response was quite succinct.

He stretched his left hand toward his head, and when the weird blue mummy's left hand spread out, he shouted:

"I declare that the guessing game of fate begins!"

"Buzz"

The hand of fate exerts its force, enveloping everything around it with the power of strange divinity.

"Scissors, rock, paper!"

Amidst the shouts of a child playing, Blake stretched out his left hand that turned into a scissor, but the dark soul rushing above him didn't pay attention at all.

It's going to serve this weirdly capped pirate as a tasty snack.

The opponent abstains.

Black wins!

"Whoosh"

The divine power of the hand of destiny comes together and cuts forward like an invisible pair of scissors.

Amidst the heartbreaking sound of flesh and blood tearing apart, the big mouth biting his dark soul was cut outward from the upper and lower sides, and its sharp points were closed.

One-tenth of the dark soul's body was cut off in an instant.

It screamed in pain and kept retreating.

The stripped soul fragments were smashed into pieces in the air by the pirates wielding their war scythes.

He did not convert the souls of these abyssal things into experiences.

These things are "coated with poison" at first glance. God knows what will happen to them after taking them. It is better to give them to the Ursalus War Scythe, who can't help but eat meat and vegetables.

"The second game is still a guessing game, let's start!"

Blake grinned, raised his left hand, and swung it forward again.

The rules of the guessing game are damn simple.

Any intelligent creature knows how to play.

Although the Krasis in front of them are creatures of the abyss, it does not mean that they are without wisdom. When the pirates launched the second round of the fate game, it also wanted to respond.

Then, it discovered a terrible problem.

it.

No hands! ! !