Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 42 41. The Strategy of the Shadow Council

   "Don't think you've decided on me!"

   On the legendary battlefield that was tightly blocked by the small violet barrier, Pasonia Shore's sneak attack at the last moment made the blood-covered old Dahl half-kneeling there.

   is like a badly wounded beast.

   He was leaning on the flaming blade of flame Sanksu in front of him with both hands, and his sharp eyes were filled with pain, but he was not overwhelmed by the terrifying toxin that quickly spread and ravaged his body.

   That venom had seeped into the blood.

  It comes from the legendary creatures of Azeroth, the green dragons. Those dragons with emerald scales are members of the five-color dragonflight, and their emerald breath is the most corrosive liquid in the world.

   Now the rare venom in the world has been blended by the mysterious leader "Duke" of Ravenholdt, and has turned it into the most terrifying poison that the world can find.

   Old Dahl's body, which was tempered to the legendary realm, could not resist the rampant toxin.

   In less than a minute, dark green veins appeared on his green cheeks, like a spider web, and the toxin was spreading rapidly.

   As long as his heart is still beating, the toxins will continue to corrode his body, until in the end, his fiery vitality will be completely drained.

   "Poof"

  Old Dahl clenched his teeth and stood up, opening his mouth to spew out the stench of blood that had corroded his internal organs.

   Pain is stimulating emotions and anger, and the blood of the devil flowing in the body is also stimulated by pain, giving the old swordsman more violent power.

   "It's not like I haven't met an opponent who uses poison!"

   He grabbed the dark red elemental rosary around his neck and ripped it off. The moment the rosary left the body, the shamanic spell sealed in it was released.

   One after another pure elemental power surged out, wrapping around Old Dahl's body, making the purple and black veins protruding around his body dim a little.

  Pasonia took a step back and disappeared into the shadows with the dagger in both hands. She said in a hoarse voice:

   "Short! Go!"

   "Boom"

  Although Muradin was very dissatisfied by being called a dwarf by Pasonia, the Bronzebeard Prince still knew the importance, and he had to kill Old Dar here today.

   Otherwise the situation will be very troublesome.

   That old swordsman guessed the truth.

  Marshal Lothar is really in the city of Steinbryan. He didn't come here as a bait. He came here with a real military strategy to complete.

   And not just Marshal Lothar.

   King Aiden Perenold of Alterac was also there. Once the old swordsman rushed into the city, as long as one of those important people was cut down, it would be a disaster for the alliance.

   The Storm Hammer entwined with lightning arcs roared, and the old swordsman lifted the blazing blade and moved his footsteps to avoid this straight attack as before.

   But move a step, the body is a stagger.

   The effects of the green dragon's poison were more terrifying than he imagined.

"boom"

   Old Dahl's body was smashed by the war hammer, and as before, it was just an illusion disappearing. As the strongest among the existing juggernauts, Old Dahl has turned mirroring combat skills into an art.

   He is a true mirror master.

   You can use the power of the Sword Saint to move back and forth between your true body and the three mirror images, which is beyond the scope of pure martial arts.

   But dodged the reckless and violent attack of the dwarves, but could not dodge the attack of another shadow master.

  During the bloodbath, the two remaining mirror images of Old Dahl were destroyed by the flying daggers at the same time. When Granny Shaw made this attack, she didn't even break the concealment.

   Her body was still jumping fast in the shadows.

   At the moment when Old Dahl repeated his old tricks and planned to attack Archmage Modera to break the small violet barrier, Pasonia reached the attacking position almost at the same time as him.

As soon as the blade of flame was raised, the interlaced daggers stabbed the left arm fiercely, like a pair of scissors, piercing the flesh and blood, and in the sour cutting sound, the bones of the old swordsman's left arm were cut short. .

  Spicy, precise and deadly!

   One blow, Pasonia did not hesitate to fight, retreating into the shadows, looking for the next opportunity, as ruthless as an old female leopard.

  Perhaps his skills are not as good as they used to be.

   But she makes up for it with her own experience and wisdom, making her a threat even more than she was in her prime.

"what"

  Dahl's left arm was abolished, making his raid unsuccessful this time, but the Juggernaut was also ruthless, turning around and jumping into the wind step just before Muradin's battle axe flew.

   He switched to holding a knife in his right hand, appeared behind the dwarf with a flash, and slashed with one knife.

  The standard of its movements is swift, not inferior to holding a sword with both hands. For a legendary swordsman whose skills have been tempered to perfection, let alone a broken arm.

   Even without their hands, they can still swing their swords!

   is still deadly!

"boom"

   Muradin stomped on a war, and a burst of lightning interrupted the swordsman's slash, the dwarf howled and rushed up, with his hands empty, he clenched his fists and punched the old swordsman in front of him.

   It was like a close-range cannonball bombardment. The first punch was blocked by Old Dahl with his sword, but the second punch was in the center of the head, and Dahl opened his mouth to spit blood, and then withdrew.

   Insert your feet into the ground and plow out two ravines.

  The blade of the blade was inserted into the soil, and it opened a burning path, and it was only able to stop, and the vision in front of Old Dahl's eyes had already begun to shake.

  Toxin is attacking the last vitality.

   He can't stand it anymore, it's time to retreat, it's time.

   "Om"

   It was the time of lethality, and the time of the attack.

  Pasonia appeared from the shadows, the dagger in her left hand pierced into Old Dahl's chest, her right hand was raised, the blade was attached to her arm, and she would use a strangulation to completely cut off Old Dahl's neck.

   This blow is extremely fast.

  The old Juggernaut was just beaten back, and his reaction was a bit slow in a trance, and he was about to die here, but at the same moment, the archmage who maintained the barrier suddenly raised his head.

   Across the violet mana barrier, she saw several green streamers lit up in the dark night sky.

  Meteorite!

   That is a meteorite summoned by magic!

Do not.

  Not just meteorites!

   "There is a great warlock here!"

   Archmage Modera's expression changed slightly, and immediately tightened the range of the enchantment, gathered the magic power, and shouted to his companions at the same time:

   "Prepare for impact! It's Hellfire! They've summoned Hellfire!"

   "Well, it's not just hellfire"

  Hundreds of meters away on another hilltop, among the gloomy shadows floating, the evil spells simultaneously directed by five hooded orc warlocks had reached the final step.

   In front of them, a strange human wearing a dark red robe, dressed like a spellcaster, but wearing solid plate armor, and holding a staff-like but heavier steel scepter in his hand.

   smiled and made a decaying sound.

   is really rotten.

   is so close to him, you can even smell a stench that belongs only to rotting corpses!

   This human corpse has long since decayed.

   And now it is dominated by a soul belonging to the Great Warlock.

   This evil deed, which combines the soul of an orc warlock with the body of a human knight, was invented by the great orc warlock Gul'dan.

   This sinister creation, which has both the spellcasting ability of a warlock and the melee combat ability of a knight, was proudly called the "Death Knight" by the great warlock.

   In the previous hill landing battle, it was these guys who came on stage with their evil spells to awaken the undead and their "Knight Charge", which shattered the positions of the human mages, and finally let Nanhai Town fall into the hands of the orcs.

   These guys are the tribe's "secret weapon".

   "Boom"

   In the low voice of the death knight, the four fel meteorites summoned by him personally smashed into the shrinking violet barrier.

  The collision of arcane magic and fel magic caused a shock wave in the dark night.

   completely leveled the entire broken col.

   But the top-level defensive spell from the magical city of Dalaran is amazing, and the front is hard to withstand the bombardment of four meteorites, but it still hasn't broken.

   But as the Archmage said, this is no ordinary meteorite.

   As they hit the ground, the scorching fel core burst into a more corrosive green halo.

   And in that halo flow, four fel energy structures with a height of nearly ten meters, roaring and roaring, stood up from the crater.

  The brainless demon waved its claws and slapped the crumbling barrier with power that did not belong to this world. Archmage Modera had already tried her best.

   She poured all her magic into the maintenance of the barrier.

   And the bombardment of the four hellfires fell, which also separated the three legends who were fighting each other to the death.

  The already shaky old Dahl's eyes gleamed. He didn't know why the Shadow Council chops helped him, but right now, if he didn't seize the opportunity, he would die here.

  Although this one-on-two battle is already the glory pursued by warriors, no one wants to die if they can survive, right?

  “Shu”

   Wind Walk activates in chaotic fel fire.

   In Muradin's roar, the Storm Hammer flew out again, hitting Old Dahl's back at the same time, the flame blade also slashed on the Archmage's ice shield.

   "Poof"

   Blood surged, Archmage Modera fell into the ground as soon as his body softened, and the entire barrier that had been maintained collapsed.

   He was dying.

"die!"

   Pasonia gritted her teeth and threw herself out of the shadows to complete her lore, but another swordsman, Jubeier, who had been waiting for a long time, rushed into the battlefield howling.

   Starting with the hand is the housekeeping skill of the Juggernaut.

  The flaming blade danced, spun into the deadliest storm, and attacked Pasonia with a desperate attitude, forcibly forcing the legendary assassin into the shadows again.

   The howling dread descended from the sky, grabbed Old Dahl and flew into the darkness.

   "Ha, won."

   The death knight watching all this laughed proudly. Behind him, with the screams of a warlock, the life force of the orc was completely absorbed by the evil ritual.

   is like offering an offering.

   In the next instant, a dazzling green light lit up on the mountain col, 100 meters away.

   A doomsday guardian demon with a huge body like hellfire, with huge wings on its back, holding a burning fel sword, wearing fiery armor, and hooves on its feet, roaring like a shooting star in the mountains.

   Under the proud gaze of the death knight.

  The ferocious and powerful Doomsday Guard swung his sword into the ground like a door, pouring fel energy in front of him, blocking the legendary warrior Muradin.

   Relying on a high-level demon, it will definitely not be able to stop the legendary warrior.

   Judging from the professional perspective of the death knight who used to be a great warlock, this handsome doomsday guard will be smashed into meat sauce by the furious Muradin Bronzebeard in about thirty seconds.

   But so what?

   In order to save his chief, Jubeier, the old swordsman, had already sacrificed his life to intercept another legendary assassin, and thirty seconds was enough for Old Dahl to be taken away from the battlefield by the dread.

   What did the Shadow Council lose?

   is nothing more than a few hellfire soul stones, and the life and soul of a hapless warlock.

   And what did they get?

  A legendary warrior, the kindness and help of a powerful clan.

   For their next "big plan", this is a very, very important help, and even if Old Dahl dies unfortunately, the Shadow Council will not lose.

   "This rotting body makes me sick"

  Talon. Gorefiend said with his rotten vocal cords and greedy voice:

   "A legendary body is worthy of a powerful soul like me! Let Orgrim's ban go to hell, the next era belongs to us!

   Belongs to the Shadow Council!

  We will embark on the road of becoming a god! We will."

   "Whoosh"

   Before the mysterious death knight's triumphant self-expression was finished, he saw a sharp arrow whizzing into the sky, entwined with a stream of magic power.

   Like a god's finger, it accurately pierced the head of the blue dread demon.

   The devil's head exploded.

  The headless corpse lost the ability to fly, and its claws were still gripping the dying old Dahl, spinning like a falling stone, whistling towards the valley between the two peaks.

  This miraculous arrow completely interrupted the death knight's reverie, and completely blocked his next words in his throat like a rooster that had snapped his neck.

"Do not!"

   The death knight changed his face in an instant, turned his head and roared violently:

   "Go! Prepare the Shadow Gate! Take him back! His life, his soul, can only belong to the Shadow Council! His body can only belong to me!"

   (end of this chapter)