Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 607 160. That’s it, can you perform it again? -Added update for the Dream Clan Lingxue brothers [1530]

The five spellcasters on the broken mage tower were already desperate. The magic hands they tried their best to release could not lift the back armor of Deathwing.

It was obvious that the cunning and powerful Fallen Dragon King was aware of the stinky pirate's tactics. After the first piece of back armor was blown off, it used the voided fallen flesh to strengthen the fixation of the back armor.

The same combat method obviously cannot cause secondary damage to such a terrifying creature as Deathwing, and Ysera's assistance failed to tear the fallen dragon's back.

This caused things to take a turn for the worse in an instant.

They only had one chance and now they failed.

As long as the crazy Deathwing rushes over and breathes out the shadow flames, he can kill all the innocent people below this broken mage tower and who are protected by the Narthalas mages!

Don't doubt it, it has this destructive power.

But after the shock came the great joy. A colorful and weak young dragon was flying over the burning sky of Dalaran. Red Blackhand and Warlock Evil Eye, who were both injured, were struggling to control the colorful young dragon that was about to urinate. Away from this bad area.

Brox Saurfang, who evacuated with them, was keenly aware of the fighting below.

The old orc thought for a moment and understood the current situation.

He didn't even discuss with Redo, turned around and jumped down from behind the young dragon. He pulled out the orc battle ax from behind in the air, and made a precise and powerful heroic jump while falling, allowing himself to complete a turn in the air, like It was like a meteor covered in flames, hitting the exposed back of Deathwing below.

While charging, the old orc activated his legendary power, and wrapped the flaming blade around the battle ax in the extreme compression of anger.

Charge followed by a jumping chop, the battle ax was swung, and an explosive cleave hit the connection between Deathwing's back armor and flesh.

The knife falls from the hand!

The corrupted tentacles of corruption were like a felled tree, split into two in a splash of blood. Ysera stuck her back with two dragon claws, and the old man who continued to control the magic hand The lich understood at the same time.

With the concerted efforts of the three parties, the second piece of Deathwing's thick back armor was blown away with a scalp-numbing tearing sound.

The heavy black back armor swirled and fell to the cracking ground below, creating a huge impact crater when it hit the ground, which fully proved the terrifying weight of this thing.

Ouch!

The sudden blow shocked Deathwing, who was filled with murderous intent. The moment the second piece of back armor was lifted off, its huge body began to squirm strangely.

In the wounds of the fallen flesh and blood flowing like volcanic lava on the back, more and more corrosive tentacles grow out. This is the instinct of the hollowed flesh and blood to pursue continuous strengthening.

The divine power flowing in the fallen dragon's body is urging it to enter a more terrifying form. This forced evolution is not even under the control of the fallen dragon king himself.

But that's not what Deathwing wants!

Its power is already powerful enough, and it is now at the extreme level of its control. This cool and domineering dragon armor is not to resist the enemy, but to suppress itself.

If the armor used to restrain the body fails, and if the void strengthening continues, it will lose control!

Its body will turn into a perfect container of the power of the void, transforming itself into a super void aberration covered with eyeballs and tentacles.

Deathwing in that form can take root in the core of the earth in Azeroth, thereby triggering a cataclysm that destroys the entire framework of the world. While shattering the world, it will open a rift leading to the void realm.

That would mean the coming of the Twilight Judgment.

but not now!

The servants of the Void are not ready yet, the three ancient gods are still in the cage, the Void has just begun to erode the heart of the world, and it is far from the promised day of the twilight hour.

The end result of completing the distortion here was to completely lose the ability to fly. After destroying the northern border, he was attacked in turns by powerful creatures of order.

You shameful bugs!

Deathwing knew that he had to go. He must immediately return to Deep Rock Continent and summon his servants to rebuild more powerful Elementium armor for him.

But it can't swallow this breath!

Die, die!

The Fallen Dragon King raised his head, turned around, and spat out a burst of shadow flames at the growing fallen tentacles behind him, burning off those tentacles, causing the void creation to fall like rain onto the earth below that was constantly cracking due to its anger.

It roared, it had lost all patience.

These bugs are so cunning.

It will use a small-scale catastrophe to completely bury them and their miserable kingdom!

Earth! Listen to my orders!

Deathwing gave up direct attack and flapped its wings back to Lake Lordamre, its burning eyes filled with destructive madness.

It began to use all its strength to activate the world authority granted by the Titans as the Aspect Dragon. In the terrifying loud noise, the earth around Lake Lordamre cracked inch by inch.

Looking down from a high altitude, it looks like a flower in full bloom.

A flower of destruction.

The ground sank, the mantle cracked, magma surged, the continental shelf groaned under load, and the entire Tirisfal region was pulled into a terrifying and unreasonable disaster.

The burning and extinguished Dalaran was split into two after three seconds, and six seconds later turned into seven or eight isolated islands that no longer bordered each other.

The city walls of Lordaeron, which was built on the cliffs on the lakeshore, also began to collapse. In the frightened screams of countless people, and in the afterglow of this destruction, large swaths of boulders were peeled off and fell from high places.

The ground of the Silver Pine Forest began to undulate like waves. Wherever the seismic waves reached, whether they were human towns or forests gifted by nature, they were wiped away like ruthless hands.

The World Destroyer began to show off his power.

The smelly pirate staggered around on the broken mage tower. He grabbed Fenna's hand and rushed to the tower. In the distance, the little star was screaming and turning into a dragon and flying towards them.

The little blue dragon was frightened by this destructive power, and the roots of her wings were trembling.

What are you still doing? Ysera!

Blake and Fenner jumped into the air, were caught by the little star, and flew roaring into the sky. He shouted at the top of his voice towards the Emerald Queen flying in the sky:

Quick! Pull us into a dream! If you fish again, everyone will die!

Shut up! Ignorant human, don't interrupt my spellcasting!

Queen Ysera was also anxious and angry at this moment.

She was really not fishing. In fact, she had already started preparing dragon language magic the moment Deathwing started the Cataclysm, but such a large-scale dream walking spell required chanting.

Emerald Legion, listen to my order and open the door to dreams!

The call of the Awakened One instantly spread throughout Dalaran and the surrounding airspace.

The green dragons immediately cast spells with the queen, incorporating themselves into the dragon language magic of the awakened ones, becoming nodes connecting dreams and the real world.

A large-scale dragon language magic was released by Ysera. With her as the center, the emerald-colored dream mist shone like an arc, quickly covering the entire Tirisfal region.

All creatures illuminated by the arc are instantly separated from the real world and temporarily thrown into the Emerald Dream, allowing them to avoid being wiped out by the destructive power of Deathwing.

That is a plane associated with the material world of Azeroth, full of strange power of life. It stands to reason that ordinary mortals are not qualified or able to come into contact with the real dream world.

But now that the entire northern Xinjiang is about to be destroyed, it is not the time to force the rules.

The dream is repelling the living. Your people cannot hide in it forever. You must stop the ravages of the wings of death!

Ysera, who was presiding over the dream ceremony, seemed to be in two dimensions at the same time. Her huge and beautiful body became illusory, and in the blurry light flapping her wings, she shouted to the legends who were still in the world. arrive:

Quick! Before the catastrophe is completed, no matter what method you use, stop it!

Kael'thas!

Blake grabbed Little Star's dragon horn and directed her to fly into the air. At this critical moment, he summoned a beautiful elemental phoenix as a mount and flew five legendary spellcasters into the sky. The prince shouted:

Give me your collection! I want that ax, quick!

When did this happen, Captain!

The frightened little Xingxing cried out:

Let's stop robbing, let's save the world, okay? I'm begging you.

Shut up, you little stupid dragon.

The pirate, who was in tatters and looked like a qualified scavenger, cursed:

Don't bother me saving the world. Don't listen to her nonsense, Kael'thas, this is your best contribution to saving the world. Give me your ax!

give him!

Dean Lan Yue, standing behind the elemental phoenix, said loudly:

If he runs away with your things, Narsalas Academy will compensate you!

That was not what I meant.

A somewhat embarrassed Kael'thas Sunstrider complained softly while summoning his collection:

I'm not that stingy. I just doubt how a legendary battle ax can save the world. This thing probably can't even break Deathwing's skin.

With that said, the handsome prince waved his hand, and the legendary double-edged ax burning with magical flames whirled around and was caught in the hands of the pirate.

This thing is called Destruction, and its entry attribute is

Well, it's already time. Northern Xinjiang is going to be finished. Don't waste time looking at attributes. It's not for the pirates themselves anyway.

Go down! Do you see the orc running? Go to him!

The pirate gave orders to Little Star.

The blue dragon folded its wings and fell like a meteor. When it was close to the ground that was constantly shaking and tearing, it spread its wings again and performed a beautiful gliding spin. It used its dragon claws to catch the old orc who was jumping back and forth on the shaking ground below. Throw him onto the dragon's back.

Before Brox Saurfang could react, Black thrust a burning legendary battle ax into his hand.

The stinky pirate pointed at Deathwing, who was laughing wildly in the sky and released the power of destruction. The latter fully opened the power of the earth, causing the nearby gravity to become chaotic.

Those broken stones formed a star ring flying around it, making Deathwing, whose whole body was burning at this time, filled with the majesty of the world destroyer.

See it?

The pirate said to the confused old orc:

“Cut it!

I know you have some terrible skills that can cause fatal damage to these giant creatures. I don't know if you will die after using it once.

But right now, the only one here who can interrupt its spellcasting is you.

I don't even know you! You crazy person.

Brooks looked at the delicate and powerful battle ax in his hand. He glanced at Blake and said with a strange expression:

Why should I help you?

If you don't help me, just wait until the Frostwolf clan collects the corpse.

The pirate sneered and said:

I am a big shot with a lot of energy. Whether the Frostwolf clan can escape from the Alterac Mountains all depends on my mood. There is also the orphaned Frostwolf Go'el you are looking for.

Who do you think sent this news to you?

Who do you think arranged the death of Orgrim Doomhammer and sent him on his final journey?

It's you!

Brox's eyes immediately sharpened. The old orc gasped, bloodshot from his eyes, and he said to Black:

Maybe I should chop you to death before I chop that dragon!

Come on.

The stinky pirate was not timid at all. He patted Brooks on the shoulder and said:

I have always felt that everyone has a price, and I am also very good at negotiating. This time, just think of me hiring you to kill Deathwing. In addition to the escape of the Frostwolf clan, I will also give you some 'private rewards'.

I will also give you the Doomhammer and black plate armor left by Orgrim!

In addition, I assure you that the Blood Demons who crossed the sea expedition will never come back, and there will no longer be any residual poison of the Shadow Council in the new tribe commanded by Red.

Deal! But I want Red, who is controlled by you, to hand over the command of the tribe to Go'ir at the right time.

The old orc snorted and made his request.

Blake shrugged and said:

That's your own business, I won't interfere.

good!

Brooks agreed simply.

He moved his shoulders, grabbed the double-edged battle ax, and looked at the Deathwing that was getting closer and closer. He could feel the trembling of the blue dragon under his feet.

She must be scared.

This is, after all, carrying a bunch of lunatics towards death.

Watch it well! Study hard! There are not many opportunities like this.

Black said something to Fenner who was also trembling beside her, but the stupid warrior's trembling was not just because of fear, she felt the way the anger was forming in the old orc in front of her.

It was a gesture that was completely different from the angry gestures she had seen from other warriors.

I'm asking out of curiosity.

Blake whispered:

What is the name of your legendary power?

Brox took a few deep breaths, and the fire of anger around him had solidified. Its burning made the blue dragon scream, just like an orc warrior shaped by flames.

The legendary battle ax in his hand could not even withstand the burning anger, and made an overwhelming sound of peeling off.

The old orc's eyes were red, like light bulbs emitting electricity.

He stared at Deathwing's head in front of him, and before preparing to attack, he spoke his power in a hoarse voice:

Death wish.

Either he dies or I die!

This giant dragon is too scary. I may not be able to do it alone. Go to the forest and find Grom! The ‘Giant Killer’ inherited from the Warsong Clan was prepared for this situation.

Let him come over!

This is for the future of the orcs and the future of the tribe. Tell him that it’s okay if he doesn’t come, but as long as I survive, I will definitely kill him!

Lok'tar ogar!!! Dragon, eat my axe!