Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 915 12. Blake, this is my last help! -Additional update of last month’s monthly ticket [2525]

The last time Black saw such powerful data was when he was fighting against the fallen Ursoc in Northrend. The investigative information of the wilderness demigod was as shocking as the Gaum in front of him.

However, in terms of overall strength, Ursok is still superior.

The mythical career level of the wilderness demigod is level three, while the Gaum in front of him is only level one. This means that if "good dog" Gaum and Ursok fight, there is a high probability that they will not win.

But knowing this is useless.

Because Gaum may not be able to defeat Ursock, but the result if the pirate dares to challenge him will definitely be disastrous.

If Hela arranges a legend here, Black will definitely not be afraid. Even an old legend like Brox is not invincible.

But demigod.

This is another concept.

"I'm curious what mode of wilderness trial you chose?"

When Blake squatted depressedly in the shadow of the "lively" Hades, smoking a pipe, Narmus Gaoling beside him whispered:

"Although my strength is average, I am still a member of the Secret Path, and I have a little more knowledge. I have never heard that the final enemy of a hunter in the wilderness trial will be a demigod.

Are you sure you're not looking for the wrong target?

Maybe this is not the subject of your trial? "

"I also hope now that I have found the wrong person, my dear bullshit minotaur."

Blake blew out a smoke ring and rubbed his face vigorously. Looking at the good dog Gaum sleeping soundly even when the enemy invaded Hades, he said:

"But it should be right. After all, this kind of thing requires a dynamic balance. With my current ability, arranging a legendary beast or something for me is just bullying it.

Alas, it turns out that being too strong is also a burden. "

The smelly pirate said melancholy and very Versailles:

"I know it's not that easy to accumulate a lot."

The tauren soul wanted to complain about Black's shameless statement, but after thinking about it carefully, he realized that this stinky pirate was right. Balance is the core of nature, and an unfair wilderness trial is meaningless.

However, if this theory is followed, does this stinky pirate really have the ability to rival a demigod?

No way?

"In this situation, it's impossible not to cheat."

Blake blew out a few puffs of smoke rings and poured a mouthful of South Sea golden rum into his mouth. He fiercely placed his owl helmet on his head, moved his neck and said:

"I'm going to lead it to the Nether Sea. My war beasts and I will attract its attention. Gaum's biggest weakness is that its brain is not very easy to use. This problem often occurs with creatures with three heads.

After we attracted its attention, you took the opportunity to remove the Eagle Spear. "

"And escape?"

Narmus blinked and asked:

"As long as you get the Eagle Spear, your trial will be complete, right?"

"How can it be?"

Blake said angrily:

"If we don't beat Gaom to the ground today, this will never end! Just recall the wilderness trials of the hunters of the Secret Passage. Everyone's ultimate goal is related to a beast.

So my trial target is Gaum, not Eagle Spear.

However, that battle spear is the only possibility for me to win, and it is equivalent to a key mission prop. "

"No way."

Narmus said seriously:

"As the holder of the Eagle Spear, I can responsibly tell you that either everyone who holds it is my ancestor Huon Gaoling. Although the war spear is powerful, its destructive power still depends on user.

And you also said that you are not good at fighting with war spears. "

"Don't be stupid, I mean, that war spear contains the blessing of the seven-headed Loa, doesn't it?"

Blake took out Salameni, held it in his hand and said to Narmus:

"I want to extract their blessing power and temporarily strengthen it on me."

"I won't allow it!"

Narmus burst into tears when he heard this. The tauren soul grabbed Black's wrist and said angrily:

"The Eagle Spear that has lost its power is no longer a sacred hunting object. You will destroy the eternal glory of the High Mountains, and I will not allow it!"

"I want to remind you that your glory has been destroyed long ago, and it was destroyed in your hands!"

The pirate said coldly:

"The moment you lose the war spear, it is no longer the invincible hunting artifact. Narmus, can you wake up?

If Huon Gaoling were here, he would definitely slap you and give you, this ignorant junior, a lesson! When will the glory of a race or a civilization be pinned on a weapon?

Is your glory so cheap?

The heavy weight carried by the Eagle Spear has already crushed you. Even if I don't draw out the power today, miraculously defeat Gaum and then send it back to the Thunder Totem and hand it over to your descendants, do you think this will be the end of the world? a good thing?

No.

It will only crush your descendants again and create tragedies like yours!

Wake up.

When you take that war spear, you should give up its past story and write a new legend instead of lying in the shadow of your ancestors and shivering!

I am not destroying your sacred objects.

On the contrary, I am giving the Gaoling clan a chance to start over

The story of that war spear has been written all over its body, and it can no longer accommodate new stories.

You have to pour them out before you can put in the new legend. What your ancestors longed to see was that your descendants would still tell his stories 10,000 years later, but couldn't come up with an epic of your own?

You can remember the great deeds of your ancestors, always remind yourself not to forget the glory of the past, and use those stories to inspire you to give birth to strength.

Instead of clinging to their old ways and unwilling to move forward.

If I were Huon Gaoling, I would definitely break it off on the spot when I saw this scene, and give you incompetent descendants a hard slap in the face.

That's the legend of Hoon!

It's not yours!

Not yours!

Do you want me to continue?

Do you still want to stop me? "

The pirate's words had turned into a roar by the end.

On the one hand, he really didn't have time to slowly change Narmus's mind. On the other hand, the pedantry of these minotaurs really made the pirates angry.

He is a prophet and he knows what will happen in Highmountain in the future.

The glorious race that once won the ancient war and expelled Deathwing was unexpectedly snatched away by a group of Drogbar who worshiped Deathwing and nearly wiped out the race.

Ten thousand years have not made them stronger, but have made them weaker.

If Huon Gaoling from the Shadow Realm knew about this, he would definitely cry out in pain.

How could a great generation of myths produce such unsatisfactory things?

Narmus was at a loss by the pirate's scolding. He instinctively felt that Black was using these principles to force him to help.

But the good thing about truth is that it is always correct and you cannot refute it with words.

Besides, the pirates weren't just talking nonsense.

After being scolded a lot, Narmus Gaoling still felt that what Black said was somewhat reasonable.

"I'll get it back to Highmountain, but you have to help, you hear me?"

The pirate blew his magic whistle to gather his war beasts. While summoning his demon servants from the twisted void, he said to Narmus without looking:

"If I fail today, this war spear will remain in Hades forever. Unless the great chief Ulan Gaoling takes the Holy Hammer of Khaz'goros and mobilizes the whole family to launch an expedition, otherwise you will never Losing the possibility of recapturing it.

I won't force you either.

If you don't want to help, get out, but your day of atonement is probably far away. how do you say? "

"Why go to all this trouble, my evil apprentice."

Blake's move woke up the sleeping old man Sachiel, and it levitated. Quack sneered and said:

"This is a nasty undead. If I teach you a magic, you can easily control it and make it your dog!"

"I have certain standards when choosing a dog."

The pirate snorted, grabbed the head of Sakir, aimed at the sleeping Gaum in front of him, and said:

"Come forward and shoot, the life force consumed will be shared between me, my war beast and my servants. Use the maximum power to cripple it with one shot! Don't hit the head in the middle crookedly.

Please help me stop paddling for a while.

My servant has brought back a draenei. You have done a good job. I will change your body when you get back. I will never break my promise this time. "

"Just watch it, quack quack"

Thaqir let out a harsh evil laugh, and the eyes of this head with crackling upper and lower jaw bones were filled with light. After receiving Black's assurance, the crazy old man was in a good mood.

It moved its teeth and took a deep breath, and the flow of life force began to be distributed on Black and his minions. Because it wanted the maximum power, the stroke was particularly hard this time.

"Easy, damn it!"

Blake endured the uncomfortable feeling and cursed:

"You still have enough physical strength to fight for a while, can't you be generous and contribute a little of your private magic power? Don't think I don't know, you have been secretly recovering."

"sure."

The old man bargained and said:

"Of course I can contribute my magic power, but I can't do it in vain, right? So, if you promise to help me collect the skulls of those fallen Eredar people, I won't ask for more.

The perfect Fallen Skull only needs twelve. Don't ask why, you promise me, and I will contribute my magic power. "

"make a deal!"

The pirate agreed immediately, and the strength of the life force extraction was instantly reduced by half. The old man was really not hiding his secrets this time. He filled the shadow magic power in his skull into the magic energy impact that was about to be launched.

As the demigod of death, Gaom immediately sensed the dangerous aura approaching.

The sleeping good dog howled and got up, jumping around in a rage as if he was getting out of bed.

But it couldn't see through Blake's disguise of shadow escape, and could only inflict incompetent fury on the surrounding Hylagar warriors who kept rushing out of the eternal battlefield to fight the shield girls.

For a while, people were upset.

"It's not enough. The maximum power is still a little short of it. Bear with it!"

The old man howled, and the pirate gritted his teeth and prepared to have his life force drained out again, but the next second, Thaqir let out a confused snort.

it says:

"Hey, the strange life force has increased. A powerful guy took the initiative to send some life essence. Is there anyone else here?"

"Stop talking nonsense, it could be those warlike shield maidens."

The pirates raised the Skull of Thal'kiel, took aim, and even used sniper skills.

This thing can be fired, can be used for long-range combat, and has ballistic aiming. It is a gun for sure. Since it is a gun, the sniper effect must be effective.

The next moment, as Tha'kiel's eyes lit up, his mouth opened wide, and an extremely hot magic energy shock beam spurted out from the pirate's hand.

This scene is very much like the legendary finger-wagging, such as some domineering moves such as the Demon Penetrating Light Killing Cannon.

In short, the dark Hell sky was illuminated by this blow, and the green arc light splashed like meteors, making the chaotic battlefield behind it quiet for a second.

The Supreme Shieldmaiden stabbed a Shadow Val'kyr veteran to death with a spear. She turned to look behind her war bear, and the semi-divine power contained in that stream of light made her whole body tremble.

strength

She can despise men, but she must respect strength.

"Ouch!!!"

The screams of "Good Dog" Gaum, who was hit hard by the light, resounded throughout Hades.

In one shot of the maximum power of Saqil's Skull, the sharp beam of magic energy was like a cutting knife, accurately slicing through Gaom's neck.

In order to ensure the lethality against the demigod of death, this blow was concentrated on one point. It would be better to cut off one of his fingers than to hurt him. The pirate was just running for his life.

The results are gratifying.

The huge head in the middle of Gaom exploded, and like a headless snake, it was shaking the burned flesh and blood wildly, and the smelly and boiling blood was scattered everywhere.

Once the attack was successful, the pirate did not hesitate, waved his hand and threw the materials for the divine power extraction ritual on the ground. The soul of Narmus Highmountain rushed over, grabbed the fallen Eagle Spear from the disgusting meal of rotten meat, and threw it on the ground. Rush towards the pirates.

"You guys, lead it to the beach!"

Blake waved his hand, and his raging wolves, beloved baby birds, and his demon cannon fodders roared and pounced on Gaom under his command.

They were to lure the good dogs away and give Black time to complete the extraction ritual.

According to the pirate's past experience, this will take at least five minutes, and his beasts and servants must also hold on for five minutes. This is difficult, but there is no better way now.

"Wait until I get there!"

Under the complicated gaze of Narmus, the pirate cut his palm open and let the blood drip. He shouted to the servants who rushed out:

"I'll be there right away, don't die, you bastards!"

At this moment, the stinky pirate showed his rare true feelings.

Even for those demon servants that he usually regarded as cannon fodder, seeing them running towards the back of the terrifying death beast due to his orders, even though Black had a heart of stone, he clenched his fingers at this moment.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

He even vaguely heard Frostpaw and Bighorn's words of comfort.

It's not the roar of a beast, it's the kind of soothing feeling for the soul.

Tell him not to worry.

For just a moment, Blake couldn't be sure of the authenticity, and in the next moment, his blood-stained hand clasped the dim Eagle Spear, and light flew out.

On the other side, in the chaotic battlefield, Maiev Shadowsong waved her sword wheel and easily cut off the wings of a Shadow Val'kyr. She looked in the direction of Blake, feeling a little weak as the life force was drained from her body.

Under the warden's helmet, a sassy and beautiful smile appeared.

Blake Shaw, I don't owe you anything anymore.

Chase and hold on to victory with your burning hands, Hela will reap a defeat before your eyes, everything is doomed. Then we had a good discussion before we parted ways.

Show me the power you've been seeking.