Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"hot!"

This was Blake Shaw's only feeling at this moment.

The blood spurted from Old Dahl's heart stained his neck and cheeks, like hot lava, giving Blake the feeling of touching a soldering iron at this moment.

The blade fist in his hand followed the wound left by Pasonia's dagger and penetrated into the heart of the old sword master.

If he didn't do this, his weapons wouldn't be able to penetrate the body of a legend.

The wound is small.

Only as long as your little finger.

However, under the double action correction brought by the title of Orc Killer and the talent of Weapon Master, the ferocious blade of Blade Fist finally completed the assassination perfectly.

The light in Old Dahl's eyes was fading.

Like a burned out candle, it shattered into ashes in an instant.

The terrifying heat extending from his arms made Blake's body tremble. Nearly a month after entering Azeroth, he personally completed something that 99% of all life forms in the world could not accomplish.

He assassinated a legend!

"Buzz"

The huge amount of fragments produced when that tough soul breaks.

That thing that Blake deliberately called "experience" was like a roaring tide, turning into an invisible surge of force and slamming hard on Blake's body.

Slap on his soul.

He vaguely heard the desolate war song of the orcs, and time seemed to have stopped at this moment. Those fleeting pictures, the life scenes belonging to Dar's triple blood blade, kept rolling in front of the pirate's eyes.

He seemed to feel it clearly.

The last prayer in the old sword master's heart was fulfilled. His soul, which had become weaker due to the torment of the legendary poison, was blown away like quicksand in front of Black's eyes.

Hot power merged into the assassin's body.

In front of him, the translucent character cards seemed to have received an impact, and the numbers on the two ranks were constantly changing, like garbled codes that had collapsed.

The next moment, everything returned to normal.

The night was still that desolate darkness, and his senses recovered in an instant. He saw the death knight Talon Blood who was riding a skeleton war horse, carrying a scepter, entangled with shadow wings with murderous intent, and charging towards him. magic.

I also saw Shaw jumping into the middle of the charging death knights as if he didn't care about his life.

He opened his arms in front of him.

It seemed that he was going to use his own body to prevent the death knight from interfering with the final assassination.

He is so brave.

Blake's gaze retracted, and on the character card in front of him, the changing information finally settled:

Character Card: "Soul Hunter" Derek Proudmoore (Black Shaw)

Status: Mortal body. Messenger of Hades. Far traveler - herd of beasts

Class: Level 30 Pirate/Level 15 Ranger/Aerial

New talents: Notoriety, Hunting Excitement

New skills: Shadow Step (+1 for beginners), Sniper (beginner)

"Thanks."

Blake whispered.

The newly acquired Shadow Step was activated, and his whole body suddenly disappeared on the blood-spattered body of Old Dar.

The shadow suit gathered and broke apart, turning into black smoke. He stepped in the shadow, as if he had stepped into a wormhole, crossed several meters, and appeared behind Shaw.

He grabbed Xiaoer with his left hand and rolled down to the ground with the impact, letting the blood demon's steel scepter wrapped with scorching evil energy brush against Xiaoer's head and swing it down.

The two of them rolled around on the ground twice. The moment Blake stood up, he had already drawn the dwarf musket with a sawn barrel in his arms.

Half-kneeling on the ground, he faced the blood demon who turned the horse's head in front of him.

Movement slightly corrected.

Then, pull the trigger.

"boom"

At close range, two projectiles flew out of the muzzle with sparks, only taking out the Blood Demon's head.

Ranger skills. Sniper.

"boom"

Two projectiles hit the Gorefiend's hood, and his head was raised upwards. The Death Knight's rotten jaw was also cracked open, and pus and blood spurted out with a disgusting stench.

But it didn't affect the death knight's status at all.

He pulled the reins of the horse and slowly lowered his head. His dry eyes exuded extremely cold murderous intent, and he looked coldly at the two little rookies in front of him who were struggling to fight against the beasts.

It was like, looking at two dead people.

"Ignorant mortals, how dare you!"

The hoarse voice was squeezed out bit by bit from the decayed vocal cords.

Everything going wrong tonight has made Talon Bloodfiend lose all his patience.

When he was awakened from death by his mentor Gul'dan, Gul'dan told him to serve Orgrim's tribe loyally, but he was actually given a secret mission.

A mission that is incompatible with the war chief and the entire tribe's goal of striving for hegemony.

Just as the tribe and the alliance are about to face a decisive battle, these "secret weapons" of the tribe appear to obey the warchief, but secretly they also have their own evil deeds.

This kind of behavior is generally called "two or five boys".

But for the warlocks who study dark magic, this behavior is not a shame, let alone a betrayal. They are the best among scum, the king of rats in the sewer.

They never yearn for the world under the sun, they are happy to hide in the darkness, and they regard despicability as their own glory.

Therefore, betrayal was shamelessly beautified by them as "their own interests."

And the chaos tonight is a very important part of this secret mission.

Their great cause requires warriors like Old Dahl!

Unfortunately, Talon Gorefiend first allowed the Burning Blade clan to step into the trap, then secretly reached an agreement with Jubel, and finally risked being discovered by Warchief Orgrim's spies and sneaked into the hinterland of the hills.

He has prepared so much!

It's like spreading the bait, and when the fish finally bites the hook and is about to harvest the trophy, the duck that has already been obtained actually just... flies away?

Or in front of him!

Still flew twice!

This is simply

Intolerable!

Even for the shameless warlocks, it is intolerable!

Only warlocks have ever stolen other people's victory! Where can others snatch meat from the sorcerers' plates?

kill!

Kill them!

"Hand over Old Dar's soul!"

As a former great warlock, Talon Gorefiend didn't need to look at it to know that there was no precious legendary soul in the old sword master's breathless body.

"Hand it over!"

The death knight roared angrily, and the skeletal horse under his crotch raised its hooves.

At an impossible distance, he took one step forward and entered a charging state. Carrying the master full of murderous intentions, he rushed towards the two humans who didn't know whether to live or die in front of him.

The steel scepter in the blood demon's hand is wrapped with green light, which is the shadow magic of the warlock. Its existence makes this weapon that can easily smash the skull more deadly.

While the warhammer brings death, the evil energy also draws out the soul!

As for the soul, it is the treasure and currency of the warlocks.

Facing Talon Blood Demon who came with death in front of him, Blake's reaction was quite simple. He raised his head and threw a reconnaissance.

As a "polite" response.

Tarongor "The Blood Demon"

Mortal body (rotting). Dark contract. Magic armor. Siphon of life. Soul extraction. Embrace of shadow. Demon skin. Demonic brute strength. Demonic power.

Level 60 Warlock/Level 50 Death Knight (pseudo)/Level 5 Dark Reaper

This feedback information allowed Blake to whistle in the mood when facing the death charge.

The Talon Blood Demon in front of him is probably the strongest person with the most buffs that he has seen since he obtained the reconnaissance skill. This shows how cautious and life-saving this guy is.

He has almost superimposed all the buff states that a warlock can have on himself. The death knight should also have several states, but the first generation death knight in front of him is just a semi-finished product.

Look at him, he is still using evil magic power instead of death energy. At first glance, he is a fake with no rank, and as expected.

Talon Bloodline also has a legendary class "Dark Reaper".

As you can tell from the name, it is an advancement to the Warlock class.

Blake wasn't afraid at all now.

Xiao Er behind him was not afraid either.

Although the Blood Demon was less than two meters away from them, and the Warlock's magic was ready to go, there was no need to be afraid, because support was coming!

"哐"

Amidst the low thunderous shouts, a dwarf wrapped in thunder light fell from the sky, and smashed down towards the Blood Demon like a shooting star with a arrogant war cry.

As the shadows scattered, Granny Pasonia Xiaoer, holding a pair of daggers and with flying silver hair, made an even more stunning appearance.

She emerges from the shadows.

He kicked the Blood Demon on the head, knocking the charging Death Knight off his horse, and he spun around in the air lightly due to the force of the shock.

Then it landed firmly in front of Blake and Shore.

When the legendary assassin landed, he reached out and slapped his lower back in a dramatic manner, and then...

"boom"

The legendary warrior made a stunning appearance amidst thunder and lightning.

Smoke and dust flew into the sky, and with the collision of the war hammer and battle ax wrapped in thunder and lightning, the very embarrassed Prince Bronzebeard jumped out of the impact pit on the ground.

The blood demon's skeletal horse, decorated with a jeweled saddle, had been crushed into pieces by his heroic leap.

As for the Blood Demon himself, the moment the two legends appeared, he turned around and ran away without the dignity of a strong man, not forgetting to take Old Dahl's body with him and escape into the crumbling Shadow Gate.

"Two human brats! Wait for me! The Shadow Council will not let you go!"

In the reverberation of the cruel words he threw down, the shadow door where the evil energy surged turned into a stream of light and shattered open.

The moment the light spot dissipated, Muradin Bronzebeard, who was holding his breath and pretending to be fierce, suddenly fell face, threw the weapon in his hand aside, and sat down on the ground.

Regardless of his identity, he began to breathe heavily.

Granny Xiao, who is a shadow warrior, also shook her body, and was supported by her grandson with quick eyes and hands, so that she would not fall.

Legends will also be tired.

What's more, he just had a fierce fight with the determined old Dar, and without even a moment of rest, he was bombarded by four hellfires and crushed another high-level demon.

The two legends were just showing off, but fortunately they frightened off the blood demon who was afraid of his life.

However, the Blood Demon's judgment cannot be wrong. If he insists on not leaving, the two legends will attack him fiercely and try their best to bury him here, but it will be easy.

After all, he was just a poor soul whose soul was put into a body that didn't fit at all.

Whether it was the power of a warlock or a death knight, he could only exert half of it.

While taking advantage of the confrontation just now, Black secretly threw a recon on Muradin Bronzebeard, and the information fed back was exactly as he guessed:

"King of the Hill" Muradin Bronzebeard

Legendary body (injured).? ? ?

I can only see a title and name, and then a series of question marks. I can't even see clearly what the rank is.

"Hey! Boy, why were you looking at me so rudely just now?"

Muradin sat there with his short legs spread out, panting, turning his head to hold his helmet with the left corner broken, and staring at Black fiercely.

He shouted in his characteristic loud dwarf voice:

"Do you dislike me? Do you want to fight with me?"

"no."

The pirate acted extremely well-behaved at this moment, and quickly took out the beer and tobacco that Captain Tieshan gave him when he left Dangarok Castle.

He handed it to Prince Bronzebeard with great respect.

"That's pretty much it."

Muradin blew his beard and glanced at Black, took the beer and unscrewed the cork, then stood up and drank three bottles of wine in a row before letting out a sigh of relief.

Then he took the pirate's lit pipe, took a nice puff, and blew out a wisp of smoke.

"Well, good dwarf beer and tobacco, I'm starting to like you, boy."

Prince Bronzebeard looked at his beautiful beard that had just been cut off by the old sword master with some distress. While patting his beloved beard, he turned to look at Black.

He said:

"Did you assassinate Old Dar just now? Are you sure you killed him?"

"Um!"

Blake nodded, and under the equally serious gaze of Ms. Pasonia, who was supported by Shore, he lifted the blood-stained blade fist and showed the two legends the hot blood remaining on it.

The blood had a strong smell of evil energy.

"I stabbed this blade fist into his heart."

Blake stroked the weapon and whispered:

"he died."

"I'm sure of it!"