Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The two demons were fighting each other on the edge of the Burning Plains.

The taller demon guard was fully armored, holding a black giant sword, roaring and striking hard. The shorter one is Black. Although he also looks like a demon, his appearance is not as exaggerated and domineering as this orthodox demon.

His body was more symmetrical and slender, and every inch of his skin was covered in thick evil energy and shadow. Circles of burning sacrificial halo burned the surroundings mercilessly.

Holding a scythe and sword in hand, with evil fire burning on the weapon, it was like experiencing the feeling of a magic warrior and confronting the demon guard in front of him.

The most outrageous thing is that with the blessing of weapons in his hands, his blade dance skills, and the agility unique to the assassin profession, he actually gained the upper hand in the tough fight.

The rough demon guard who was beaten screamed and kept retreating.

What's even worse is that this guy Black, while fighting, also used Devil's language to taunt and draw hatred, so that the Devil Guard could enter a state of irrational rage.

"Is this your power? You don't even have the ability to fight, right? I'm starting to feel bored. Kneel down! Don't waste my time, you lowly creature!"

"Ahh! I want you to hear the sounds of hell!"

The demon's eyes turned red when he was stimulated by Black, and more violent forces were awakened from his body, as if his whole body was colliding with anger.

The sword he swung was fiercer and more powerful, and the whirlwind he struck was more crazy and ruthless.

But the more so, the better.

The angrier you are, the greater the chance of a flaw in your attack.

And even the devil can't stay angry forever. When its power is exhausted, the pirates will launch a counterattack and beat it down completely.

In the demonized form, the pirate's personal attributes are infinitely pushed to the critical point between mundane and legendary. In addition, he has various demonized skills for his use, as well as two legendary weapons and a piece of equipment with attribute blessings.

It's not surprising to crush the Felguard numerically.

After all, demons like the Demon Guard, although they look arrogant and powerful, are actually the leading soldiers in the Burning Legion, and their power rarely exceeds the legendary level.

Nathanos, who came with him, didn't waste his time watching the two demons wrestling passionately.

He quickly rushed to his captured dog, and quickly rescued Huang Wu from his trapped state.

The loyal dog was knocked unconscious.

Fortunately, the Royal Hound of Gilneas has a strong vitality, and this demon probably likes to grill live animals. While eating barbecue, he also plans to accompany the meal with the screams of dogs.

This bad habit of "eating wild game raw" cost Huang Wu his life.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The rescued dog was probably a little scared, shivering against Nathanos' legs, while the ranger kept smoothing his dog's fur to help it calm down.

I really don’t blame the dog for not working hard, it’s just that it’s just too unlucky.

Following Nathanos' orders, he ran out to find reinforcements, but as he was running, he was punched and knocked unconscious by a high-level demon who didn't know where he came from.

Desolation is a good dog, it can kill orcs without fear.

But the devil.

This thing is beyond the limit that a dog can handle.

"Dude, wake up, don't sleep!"

When Nathanos was saving his dog, he did not forget the seven or eight soldiers lying beside the campfire. He tried to wake them up, but no matter how hard he pushed, he tried to wake them up.

Not even a slap in the face could wake up these warriors.

Their bodies are still intact, without any obvious trauma, and they maintain a sleeping posture.

But just can't wake up.

"boom"

The demonized pirate flapped its wings and used evil energy to trample the big demon guard to the ground. Without the use of weapons, he clasped the demon's head with his claws and opened his mouth to spit out flames made of shadows.

It was like spitting out lava, causing the demon guard to roar in pain.

After realizing that the demon was weak, the pirate stepped on its chest, clasped a ball of magic power intertwined with evil energy and shadow with both hands, and fired a final shot at the demon under his feet to kill it.

The green magic arrow was like a strange snake with its mouth open. It bombarded the demon guard's chest, blowing its flesh and blood. The pirate also ended the demonization with a handsome backflip and returned to his human form.

"Ahem"

Blake coughed a few times, and black smoke blew out from his mouth. It was as uncomfortable as swallowing a piece of carbon in his throat, and he also felt a little weak.

But it's still holding up.

He took out the blood contract scroll that he had prepared long ago from his bag, bit off his thumb, pressed his bloody fingerprint on the scroll, and then strode to the demon guard who was struggling hard on the spot, with most of his chest blown open. .

He placed the scroll in front of its eyes and shook it.

explain:

"I win, fulfill the contract, crazy Clinflan."

"How do you know my name?"

The demon guard, who was left with only his last breath, had no intention of denying it.

Their race is like this, they love fighting, they are single-minded, they fanatically pursue power, and they are not averse to serving the strong one who defeats them.

But when it heard Blake speaking its true name in demonic language, the demon guard was very surprised. It took the scroll and honestly attached a ray of its soul to the blood contract scroll.

Under Black's character card, the Warlock skill column, in the summon column, in addition to the imp Daglop, there is finally a second summon.

The blood contract scroll was also ignited by evil energy in the hands of the devil and disappeared.

"Not only do I know your name, I also know that you have been hiding in Azeroth for ten thousand years."

The pirate snorted, made a handprint to dispel the summons, and said to the seriously injured demon guard in front of him:

"I know that you are one of the few demons still left in Azeroth after the War of the Ancients, and have escaped the continuous hunting of the Night Elf Watchers for ten thousand years.

At least in this aspect of cunning, you are far superior to your compatriots.

I will release you to another of my demon servants. You go and contact Daglop, follow its instructions, and help me hunt down a weak high-level Eredar in the demon world of Niskala.

I'm waiting for your good news. "

Facing the call and release of the warlock's magic, a door to the twisted void was opened with difficulty. The seriously injured demon guard propped up his body with his sword and made a submissive gesture to the pirates.

But the mouth is still very tough.

When he entered the evil gate, he even said harsh words to Blake:

"My failure is only temporary, don't try to control me forever!"

"Really? I don't think so."

How could a sharp-toothed pirate lose in a quarrel? He glanced at his demon guard and said:

"You can always try to rebel, but for me, it would be a good opportunity to relieve my boredom."

Seeing that they could no longer fight, the demon guard covered his wound and stepped into the evil door, but before it left completely, the pirate glanced in the direction of Nathanos.

He said to his demon:

"Did you forget something?"

"whispering sound"

The seriously injured demon guard was also very discerning. He threw out a few soul stones and was caught by the pirate. As the evil energy collapsed in front of him, the tall demon also disappeared into the material world.

Blake also vaguely heard an excited roar coming from the other side of the twisted void.

This unlucky demon guard has been trapped in Azeroth for ten thousand years, hiding from XZ all day long, and now he has finally been sent back to his hometown by the warlock. If you think about it with your heels, you will know how happy that guy is.

It must have had a bad time in Azeroth.

He is obviously a muscular man who is not good at magic, but he was forced by the cruel reality to learn a powerful disguise technique.

In its human form, it doesn't emit any evil energy at all.

If the pirates didn't know its details, they would probably be deceived by it without the need for investigation.

"This shows how powerful the night elves' watchers are."

The pirate played with the soul stone and walked towards Nathanos, thinking in his mind:

"Before the Guardians of Tirisfal appeared, it was those owl ladies who were responsible for hunting down demons throughout the world. As soon as these demons left over from ancient times showed their heads, they would bite them to death.

Unfortunately, after the high elves migrated to the eastern continent, they stopped coming here. "

With this thought, Blake threw the soul stone in his hand to Maris and said to him:

"The souls of these soldiers have been taken away by demons. If they break these soul stones, they will wake up. But a serious illness is unavoidable, and they will probably not be able to fight in the future."

"How come demons appear in the Burning Plains?"

Maris picked up the soul stone, pulled out the dagger, and smashed the thing into pieces with a bang. Immediately, two soldiers beside him screamed in nightmares.

As the ranger woke them up, he turned to Black and asked:

"You seem to recognize that demon? Have you seen it before?"

"I think I've seen it before."

The pirate whistled and summoned his hell horse to the material world. He turned on his horse and said to Maris:

"In many corners of this world, there are demons left in Azeroth from the ancient war. These guys can survive the brutal night chase. They may not necessarily be powerful, but they are definitely cunning people.

But you can rest assured, because of the existence of the Guardians of Tirisfal and Quel'Thalas, northern Xinjiang is absolutely safe.

Most of the demons hiding there were killed, and a small number were thrown into the Violet Prison.

You send these soldiers back, and go to the camp to receive your commendation. I have to do some personal business. I will wait for you at Lakeside Town in Redridge Mountain in a few days. "

After saying that, the pirate turned his horse and was about to leave, but after taking a few steps, he turned back to Maris and said:

"Bring me a message to Shaw. If he can meet Duke Alexandros Mograine, remember to ask him for me if he can sell the black crystal trophy he just got?

If your lordship is willing to give up your love, I will pay any price to obtain it.

If he doesn't want to, forget it, don't force it.

Anyway, there will be opportunities to steal them in the future. "

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"Chief, those Dark Iron Dwarves are arrogantly asking us to give up the lower level of Blackstone Tower. They are extremely rude. They are taking advantage of the situation! We should retaliate!"

"Yes, Chief! Our soldiers have just experienced a defeat. They are very depressed now. We should fight those black iron dwarves to let the soldiers regain their confidence."

"Chief, the orcs of the Bloodring Clan are unwilling to join us. They claim that we are a group of cowards, and they also say that they want to leave Blackrock Tower and fight with the Alliance."

"Chief, those rude bone-chewing orcs deliberately destroyed the water channels. They also threw excrement everywhere and the toilets were blocked! Some of the food we snatched back was also contaminated."

"Chief."

"boom"

"That's enough! Let me be quiet for a while, okay?"

On the upper floor of Blackrock Tower, in the hall where Orgrim Doomhammer once stayed, Red Blackhand punched the table angrily and roared at the subordinates who kept reporting bad news to him:

"Can't you handle these things? Come and ask me for help, you losers! Get out and let me be quiet for a while. I'm very tired, come back to me later."

Seeing the chief's anger, the orc warlords of the Black-Toothed Grinning Clan looked at me and I looked at you, and then quietly exited the room.

In the dark room, the brazier set up was burning, and the flames made a crackling sound. The irritable Red sat on the seat of the great chief of Orgrim.

This was a position he had always dreamed of.

But now, he felt that this seat was too uncomfortable.

It's uncomfortable no matter how you sit.

It had only been less than a day since he took over the escaped orcs, and his brain was about to explode.

"Your behavior just now is not like that of a qualified warchief. You have also seen how Orgrim handles these things. Why can't you learn from him?"

A familiar voice sounded in the dark corner of the room. Reid looked up suddenly and saw a warg, somewhere between reality and reality, quietly stepping out of the shadows.

Behind the wolf was Blake with his hands behind his back as if inspecting work.

"captain!"

Red shouted reflexively, but saw Blake make a silence gesture and pointed to the door.

The next moment, the pirate extended his left hand gracefully.

As if he were meeting a king, he saluted Red in front of him and said:

"Long time no see. Congratulations on getting what you wanted, noble Chief Red, but maybe it will be time for you to shovel shit and repair the sewers in a while."

"Tsk, tsk, look at what you did as a great chief, it's really terrible."