Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 44 43. Fire Blade Final Chapter

   "Hot!"

   This was the only feeling Blake Shaw felt at this moment.

  The blood spurting out of Old Dahl's heart stained his neck and cheeks like hot magma, making Blake feel like he was touching a soldering iron at this moment.

   The blade fist in his hand pierced the heart of the old Juggernaut along the wound left by Pasonia's dagger.

  If he didn't do this, his weapon would not be able to penetrate a legendary body at all.

   The wound is small.

   is only as long as the little finger.

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

   The light in Old Dahl's eyes is fading.

   is like a burnt out candle, 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 accomplished something that 99% of life in this world could not accomplish.

   He assassinated a legend!

   "Om"

   The massive fragmentation of that tough soul burst.

   The thing that Blake deliberately called "experience", like a raging tide, turned into an invisible surging force, and slapped Blake's body violently.

   slapped on his soul.

   He heard the desolate battle song of the orcs in a trance, and time seemed to stop at this moment. Those gazing at the flowers, which belonged to the life pictures of Dahl's triple blood blade, kept rolling in front of the pirates.

   He seemed to feel it clearly.

   The last prayer in the old Juggernaut's heart was fulfilled. His weakened soul, which had been tortured by the legendary poison, was also blown away like quicksand in front of Blake's eyes.

  The hot power melts into the assassin's body.

   In front of him, the translucent character cards seemed to be impacted, and the numbers on the two classes were constantly changing, like a garbled code of collapse.

   In the next instant, everything returned to normal.

The night was still the desolate darkness, and his perception was also restored in an instant. He saw the death knight Talon Blood, who was driving a skeleton horse, carrying a scepter, and surrounded by shadow wings with murderous intent, charging towards him. magic.

   also saw that Shaw was desperate and jumped among the charging death knights.

   He opened his arms and stood in front of him.

   seems to use his own body to stop the death knight from interfering with this final assassination.

   He is so brave.

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

  Character Card: "Spirit Hunter" Drake Proudmoore (Blake Shaw)

  Status: Mortal body. Hell messenger. Far traveler - beast herd

   Class: Level 30 Pirate/Level 15 Ranger/Empty

  Added Talents: Notorious, Hunting Thrill

  Added skills: Shadow Step (Beginner +1), Sniper (Beginner)

"Thanks."

   Black said in a low voice.

   The newly acquired shadow step was activated, and his entire body suddenly disappeared on the blood-splattered corpse of Old Dahl.

   The shadow battle suit broke apart and turned into a entanglement of black smoke. He stepped in the shadows, like stepping into a wormhole in an instant, straddling several meters, and appeared behind Shaw.

   grabbed Shaw with his left hand and rolled to the ground with impact force, letting the Gorefiend's steel scepter entwined with scorching fel energy wipe Shaw's head and wave it down.

   The two tumbled twice on the ground. The moment Blake got up, the dwarf musket with a sawn-off barrel in his arms was already drawn.

   Half kneeled on the ground, facing the Gorefiend who turned his horse's head in front of him.

  The movement is slightly corrected.

   Then, pull the trigger.

   "Boom"

   At close range, two projectiles flew out of the muzzle with sparks, only taking the head of the Gorefiend away.

   Ranger skills. Sniper.

"boom"

  Two projectiles hit the Gorefiend's hood, his head was raised upwards, and the death knight's rotten jaw was also cracked open, and pus and blood that smelled disgusting gushed out.

   But it did not affect the state of the death knight at all.

   He pulled the reins and lowered his head slowly, his shriveled eyes exuding an extremely cold killing intent, and he looked so coldly at the two little rookies in front of him who were still fighting.

  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.

  Tonight's troubles have made Talon Gorefiend lose all his patience.

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

   A quest that is incompatible with the hegemony goal of the warchief and the entire tribe.

   Just as the Horde and the Alliance are about to have a big battle, the "secret weapon" of this group of tribes is obedient to the war chief on the surface, but secretly has its own evil deeds.

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

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

   They never yearn for the world under the sun, they are happy to hide in the dark, they regard meanness as their glory.

   Thus, betrayal is shamelessly glorified as "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 let the Burning Blade Clan step into the trap, then secretly reached an agreement with Jubeier, and finally, at the risk of being discovered by the Orgrim Warchief, sneaked to the hinterland of the hills.

   He prepared so much!

   is like throwing bait, and finally when the fish bites the hook and is about to harvest the trophy, the duck that has already got it, actually just flew like this?

   Still in front of him!

   still flew twice!

   This is simply

   Unbearable!

  It is unbearable even for shameless warlocks!

   Only warlocks have ever stolen the victories of others! Where can other people grab meat from the warlocks' plates?

kill!

   KILL THEM!

   "Hand over old Dahl's soul!"

   As a former great warlock, Talon Gorefiend didn't even need to look at it, he knew that the old swordsman had lost his breath, and there was no precious legendary soul in it.

   "Hand over!"

   The death knight roared, and the skeleton horse under its crotch raised its hooves.

  In the impossible distance, he entered the charge state after taking one step forward, carrying his master full of murderous intent, and charged towards the two human beings who did not know whether to live or die in front of him.

  The steel scepter in the Gorefiend'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 and become more deadly.

  While the warhammer brings death, Fel also draws out the soul!

   And the soul, that is the treasure and currency of the warlocks.

   Facing Talon Gorefiend who came with death in front of him, Blake's reaction was quite simple. He raised his head, and a scout was thrown up.

   as a "polite" response.

   "Gorefiend" Tarongol

   Mortal Body (Rot). Dark Pact. Magic Armor. Life Siphon. Soul Extraction. Shadow Embrace. Demon Skin. Demon Brute Force. Demon Power

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

   This feedback made Black still whistling in the mood when facing the death charge.

   The Talon Gorefiend in front of him is probably the one with the most buffs he has seen since he obtained the reconnaissance skill. This shows how cautious and life-sucking this guy is.

   He has superimposed almost all the buffs that Warlocks can have on himself. Death Knights should also have several states, but the first-generation Death Knights in front of him are only half-finished products.

  Look at him, he is still using fel magic power instead of death energy, it looks like a fake for an empty class, and as expected.

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

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

  Black wouldn't be afraid at all.

   Shaw behind him was not afraid either.

  Although the Gorefiend 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 is here!

  “哐”

   In the low voice like thunder, a short dwarf boy wrapped in thunder light fell from the sky, and smashed down towards the Gorefiend like a shooting star with a brutal battle cry.

   As the shadows scattered, Granny Pasonia Shaw, who was holding double daggers and her silver hair flying all over her head, made an extremely cool debut.

   She emerged from the shadows.

   kicked the Gorefiend's head, kicked the charging death knight off his horse, and under the anti-shock force, he lightly circled in the air.

   then landed firmly in front of Black and Shore.

   When the legendary assassin landed, he stretched out his hand and slapped his lower back very playfully, and then.

   "Boom"

  Legendary warrior, in the splash of thunder, La Feng appeared.

   The smoke and dust flew up, and with the sound of the thunder-clad warhammer and the battle axe colliding, the very embarrassed Prince Bronzebeard jumped out of the impact pit on the ground.

   The Gorefiend's skeleton warhorse with a jeweled saddle had been crushed to pieces by his heroic leap.

   And the Gorefiend himself, when the two legends appeared, turned his head and ran away without the dignity of a strong man, not forgetting to take Old Dahl's body and flee into the collapsing 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, the shadow gate surging with fel energy also turned into a streamer and shattered.

   After the spot of light dissipated, Muradin Bronzebeard, who was holding his breath and pretending to be fierce, suddenly lost his face, threw the weapon in his hand aside, and sat on the ground with his buttocks.

   He started to gasp for breath regardless of his identity.

   Granny Xiao Er, who is a shadow warrior, also shook her body, and was supported by her fast-eyed grandson, so that she would not fall.

  Legends get tired too.

   What's more, he had just fought hard with the old Dahl, who was determined to die. He didn't even have time to rest, and he was bombarded by four hellfires and smashed a high-level demon.

   The two legends were pretentious, but fortunately they frightened away the blood demons who cherished their lives.

   But the Gorefiend's judgment can't be wrong. If he insists on not leaving, the two legends will fight fiercely and try their best to bury him here, which is still easy.

   After all, he was just a poor creature with a soul packed into a body that didn't fit at all.

   Whether it is the power of a warlock or the power of a death knight, he can only exert half a pound.

   While taking advantage of the confrontation just now, Black secretly threw a scout on Muradin Bronzebeard, and the information returned was exactly the same as what he had guessed:

   "King of the Hill" Muradin. Bronzebeard

   Legendary Body (Injured).? ? ?

   can only see a title and name, and then a series of question marks, even the rank is not clear.

   "Hey! Boy, why did you look at me rudely just now?"

   Muradin sat there with his short legs spread out, panting while turning his head against his broken helmet on the left corner, staring fiercely at Black.

   he shouted in a loud dwarf voice:

   "Are you not pleasing to the eye? Want to fight with me?"

"no."

  The pirate acted extremely well at this moment, and hurriedly took out the beer and tobacco from Captain Iron Mountain when he left Dangalok Castle from his luggage.

   respectfully handed it to Prince Bronzebeard.

   "It's about the same."

  Muradin blew his beard and glanced at Blake, took the beer and twisted the stopper, then paused, drinking three bottles of wine in a row, and then let out a comfortable moan.

   took the pipe that the pirates lit again, Meimei took a sip, and blew out a puff of smoke.

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

  Prince Bronzebeard looked at his beautiful beard that was cut off by the old swordsman with some distress. He turned to look at Blake while patting his beloved beard.

He says:

   "You assassinated Old Dahl just now? Are you sure you killed it?"

"Um!"

  Black nodded, and under the equally serious gaze of Ms. Passonia, who was supported by Shaw, he lifted the blood-stained blade fist and showed the two legends the scorching blood remaining on it.

  The blood had a strong stench of fel energy.

   "I stabbed this blade into his heart."

  Black stroked the weapon and said softly:

"he died."

   "I can be sure!"

   (end of this chapter)