Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 38 37. The Promise of Darkness

   "Call, call"

   In the dark night with the wind blowing, Nathanos Maris shook his body and sat down on the ground, no longer having the grace of being an elf apprentice.

   And Shaw grinned and rubbed the wound on his shoulder.

   "I repeat, your grandmother's evaluation of our strength is really accurate."

  Blake looked at Werther's leg with only half of it left, he stretched out his hand and pulled the Blade Fist off the Sword Saint's head, and weakly said to the two in front of him:

   "If it wasn't for the preparations in advance, facing the four Sword Saints, the three of us would be chopped into meat sauce at the moment of engagement. These Sword Saints are really powerful."

   "But we won!"

  Shore looked at the three corpses under the hillside with bright eyes.

   Needless to say such an amazing record, he passed his shadow trials with excellent results, provided he lived to tell his stern grandmother the good news.

   Seeing that the pirate lost his weapon, he threw his dagger to Black, and took out a spare weapon from his luggage and put it on his waist.

   "Yes, we won."

  Maris also said something very emotional.

   Another distressed look, and the hound barren, who was lying beside him, whimpering in pain, was taken back into the magic rein. After a big battle, the relationship between the three obviously improved.

  Black was playing with the short sword thrown by Shaw. He was indeed the descendant of the legendary assassin.

   Thrashing Blade

  Excellent quality

  Enhanced Accuracy.Enhanced Bleeding.Weak Combo

   The three entries of this thing made the stinky pirate who had changed his mind quickly forgot the sadness of Werther's leg. He put the broken old friend in a bag and took the new weapon in his hand.

   "Okay, brothers, enjoy the victory and wait until after the real victory."

  Black wielded a new weapon. Although he just got it, his attitude when wielding the weapon was already the same. The talent of this weapon master is really powerful.

   "Set up the battlefield."

   He stood up, raised the head of the swordsman, grabbed the broken battle flag, and said to his two companions;

   "Although it's not good to blaspheme the souls of the dead, but now it's a war. How to provoke an opponent, I don't need to teach you more, right?"

   "Next, we should run away."

The three    were not in a good state at this time, but there was obviously not much time left for them.

   No one knows how many Swordmasters of the Burning Blade clan are hidden in the dark night, but it is certain that the battle here must have attracted attention.

   They tidy up the battlefield hastily. Blake threw the three juggernaut war knives into the bag. They are all high-quality war knives. It is even rarer and more meaningful. It will be an excellent collection.

   He grabbed Maris's arm and took the injured Ranger into the shadows. The moment he put on the shadow battle suit, he heard Maris's familiar exclamation again:

   "You, can you lead someone to sneak?"

   "Yes, I can, you are a genius ranger, you have a crush on your mentor, and I am a genius assassin, a prodigal son, so don't make a fuss."

   "You! You are talking nonsense! There is no innocence between me and my mentor!"

   "Understand, Lady Sylvanas is like the sun in the sky, just getting close to her will make you feel ashamed."

   "Huh? How do you know what's in your mind? Can you read minds?"

   "Be quiet, you two! Someone's chasing you! You bastards!"

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"what!"

   An angry roar sounded on the chaotic battlefield a few minutes later.

An old swordsman slashed his sword on the wooden frame in front of him, and the standing wood was chopped into six pieces in an instant, and the heads of the swords that were pierced on the wooden frame also fell to the ground. .

   In the pool of blood, the four flame-blade battle flags were also torn and smashed, and they were also doused with suspicious liquid. This is a provocation!

   Undoubtedly provocative!

   The old orc looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes widened, his breathing became heavier, and strands of blood shot up in his eyes, representing his irritable mood at this time.

  Although there have been intermittent casualties of Juggernauts since entering Azeroth, but there has been no single loss, as before, four Juggernauts have been reimbursed at one time!

   This was a shameful failure.

   But the Juggernauts are a group of experienced warriors with extremely high physical and spiritual cultivation. Although the failure is shameful and the enemy is provocative, it does not disturb the old Juggernaut's thinking.

   Although the blood of the demons in his body was howling and driving his anger, forcing him to seek revenge, but as a veteran, he forcibly suppressed the urge to destroy.

   Being able to kill four Juggernauts in one battle has proved the difficulty of his opponents. He crouched down and checked the traces carefully around him, and soon found the bloodstains spreading.

   "They went in that direction, the footsteps were still messy, and the number of people was unpredictable, but there should be no more than five people, four juggernauts died, but not a single body was left.

  So, is it an elite assassin squad of humans? Perhaps there is a master to help out, not to be underestimated! "

  The old orc took off a small bone horn from his waist, put it on his mouth and blew it. The sound was weird, low and gloomy, and it felt like a drum of war.

   This is the summoning signal.

   Soon, nearly twenty Sword Saints scattered in the surrounding area were all summoned. They all saw the desecrated battle flag and the corpses of their compatriots in front of them.

   "Go north!"

   The old swordsman waved his finger and shouted to his companions in the orc language:

   "The enemy is tricky, there may be a human assassin master, don't rush to disperse, and alternately pursue with a five-person team! Be sure to kill the provocateur!

  I will lead the team to support the chief. The shame and blood hatred of these four compatriots will be repaid by you! "

   "Yes! Master."

   A group of Fire-blade Sword Saints accepted the order and quickly escaped into the hiding place of Windstep, but the old orc did not leave immediately. He stood there and closed the corpses of his companions like mourning.

When    got up again, he said to behind him:

   "Lantresor, why don't you go hunting?"

   "Because they hate me."

   A deep voice sounded ten steps behind the old Juggernaut. It was a Fire-blade Juggernaut who was taller than the other Juggernauts and had weird black and purple hair.

   His skin is also not green like other Juggernauts.

   instead of brown, with a light blue.

   His face is more distinctive, softer than the blue-faced fangs of ordinary orcs, his eyes are also larger, and the fangs at the corners of his mouth are smaller. This should be a mixed race.

   He is not a pure orc.

   He was carrying a two-handed sword that was slightly different from the other Juggernauts. It had a pattern like flaming magma on it. It was the blade of the master.

   An elemental sword that only Master Sword Masters are qualified to wear.

   "Even if I am more powerful than them, even if I follow you into the new world, even if I give up my conscience and slaughter the old and the weak with you, even if I fight more bravely than any flaming orcs

   But you still hate me! "

   He crossed his arms and said in a low voice:

   "Then why should I help them? Why should I help you?"

   "You are a member of the Fire Blade!"

   The old swordsman frowned and said:

   "You were once the most potential warrior in the next generation of the Burning Blade Clan, just like Samuro who left us. The chiefs value you very much, you should know this."

   "Yeah, he valued me, so he was willing to admit me, Hav'olsen ('bitch' in the Orcish language), into the Clan, but he never really valued me.

   He just used me as a weapon.

   I'm tired of it. "

   The half-blood orc swordsman spat aside and said:

   "Old Dahl is old, he's lost his mind, he knows it's a trap and jumps into it, so I won't bury him with him! I'm leaving, Master Jubeier.

  It was you who trained me in the first place. I know that you, like everyone else, despised me as a **** in your heart, but you really gave me strength. After tonight, I will no longer be a member of the Burning Blade Clan.

   After tonight, the presence or absence of the Burning Blade is another matter.

   I'm going back to Draenor. "

After   , the tall orc turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by the old swordsman.

   "Lantresor. Fireblade! If you really see me as your mentor, then fight one last time for the Fireblade clan! The Chief needs strength support.

  I know you won't help him, so I ask you to follow our comrades to hunt down the elite assassins who desecrated the Fireblade Banner.

  They trampled on our honor, this is.”

   "You have no honor!"

   The Half-Blood Sword Saint said something contemptuous.

   But after hesitating for a few seconds, he chased in the direction of the group of Sword Saints. When he left, he emphasized his tone and said farewell:

   "Like me, there is no more honor to speak of, and all honor is lost when the fiery blade of the sword slashes at the first human woman who is not a warrior.

   This new world is fine, but it is tarnished by our disgraceful butchers.

   We don't deserve it!

  I will respond to your request, but not for the honor of the flaming blade, just because you didn't cut me with a knife when you picked me up, and you taught me how to hold a sword.

   That's all. "

   Watching the Orc Swordsman disappear into the wind step, the old Swordsman Jubeier clenched his fists.

   It is difficult for him to say retention to his disciples. In fact, when another genius swordsman Samuro left them, the old swordsman had already guessed the farewell of Lantereso.

  Perhaps the departure of these two geniuses who were supposed to support the future of the Burning Blade Clan shows the ominousness of tonight, just like Lantresor's "parting speech".

   After tonight, the existence of the Burning Blade clan is still a question.

but.

   "bass"

The   master's blade was unsheathed, and Jubeier clenched it as he had done countless times in the past. This weapon that accompanied him in his entire life seemed to be extremely heavy tonight.

   He had heard the loud noise of the blade storm as it rolled up.

   That is in the other direction.

   That is the voice of the chief when he is fighting against a strong enemy.

   Just like the war drum when the war started, calling him to join the battlefield, he also wanted to learn combat skills with his companions on the boundless Nagrand grassland just like when he was young.

   Instead of dying in your own world, enter another world as an invader and fight for new lands.

   He also wanted to stay in his hometown in memory forever.

   Even if he died in battle, he still wanted his soul to return to Havalo, the hometown of the Burning Blade, which was about to be destroyed.

  Unfortunately, he may not have this chance again.

  “Shu”

  After the old Juggernaut took three steps, he turned around and slashed out, and the light of the blade like lightning easily smashed a strange thing that appeared behind him.

   That thing should be a succubus.

  Has a charming face, devil's horns, sheep-like recurve hooves and two wings, and is a rather cunning type of devil, barely able to fight.

   But under the sword of the old swordsman, it didn't even have a chance to speak, and was sent back to the twisted void by a knife.

   "Come out! Smelly dog!"

   Jubeier scolded:

   "Didn't your master Gul'dan warn you? Stay away from the warriors of the Burning Blade!"

   "Master, calm down."

   A peculiar eyeball wobbled and emerged from the fel streamer of Warlock magic, approaching the old orc, and a sly voice came from it.

Say:

   "I didn't come here for provocation, Master Jubeier, you must have discovered that the cunning humans laid a trap ahead for Chief Dar.

   There are several legends fighting there.

  I know that you are very powerful, but you were just dying in the past. Once Chief Dar dies here, relying on his two unsatisfactory sons, the division of the Burning Blade clan is imminent.

   So, I just have one question.

  You, would you like to see the fall of the Burning Blade clan?

  You, do you want to save your chief? "

   The war blade in the old swordsman's hand has been buzzing, and he can easily smash the evil demon summoned by the warlock magic at any time, but he did not do that after all.

   After a few seconds, he said:

   "Tell me."

   "Hahaha, very good, we like a wise and powerful samurai like you."

   The voice said with a sly and contrived voice:

   "The Shadow Council, will fight for the Fire Blade tonight. Of course, after saving Chief Dar, we need the powerful Fire Blade Sword Saints to do some trivial work for us."

   (end of this chapter)