Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 613 166. You don’t understand, this is an elegant hobby - adding updates for the birth of the baby [2130]

Deathwing ran away.

If it was said that the two consecutive headshots by the orcs and the last headshot by Lothar were only minor injuries that detracted from the majesty, then it angered Odin and was penetrated by the lightning spear thrown from the Hall of Valor. This is no compromise. It's not a serious injury.

Come to think of it, the Lord of War's shot must have been full of murderous intent.

Helpless, Odin was blocked by traitors in the Valargar Sky Fortress for hundreds of thousands of years. His ability to throw a weak shot in anger was already the limit.

The hapless guardian could not be asked to do more.

But this still forced Deathwing back, allowing it to support its pierced body and fly away from the tough continent that it wanted to destroy but could not.

Its figure covered the sky and the sun, flying towards the maelstrom at super fast speeds.

From there, it will fly back to the Deep Rock Continent, the elemental realm where it hides, where it will lick its wounds and plan its shady plot again. Oh, by the way, when Deathwing fled in embarrassment, the human Emperor's Sword was still stuck in his head.

Stromka probably has some kind of property.

It always likes to be inserted into the heads of some weird and powerful creatures.

It seems to like to call the heads of these powerful creatures its home.

And due to Stromka's powerful suppression of the power of the void, Deathwing, who was covered in the divine power of the void, had to endure it before he pulled out the sword.

Are you sure the Spellweaver is ready?

In the impact crater of Dalaran, a tired Black picked up the pitch-black Shield of Odin that was burnt by the Shadow Flame. He looked back at the embarrassing little star beside him who was still trembling.

The latter stammered:

I told the Spellweaver what you meant. Maybe it's ready. But who knows? I can't control its affairs. And it's too far from Northrend to the Maelstrom. The Focusing Iris is ready. It’s no use good.”

So you, little star, are stupid!

Blake poked the little star on the head with a finger. He moved his sore neck and said:

Who told you it had to be fired from the Eye of Eternity? An artifact like the Focusing Iris can be used wherever the magic is strong.

The pirate raised his head and looked at the sky where Deathwing disappeared. He grinned and said:

It thought that its suffering today was over, but I will tell it with practical actions that it is destined to be heartbroken today!

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At the same time, on the distant Broken Islands.

The city of Suramar was already in chaos, because two huge dragons forced their way into the city of the Children of the Night, and the great magister Elisande was alarmed.

She was currently at the top of the Dark Night Fortress with her close comrade-in-arms, the great astrologer Etaeus, welcoming the arrival of the King of Magic.

This visit was too sudden.

There is no intersection between the Nightborne and the Blue Dragon.

I want to borrow your night well!

The Spellweaver, who still had ugly scars on his body and even one of his dragon horns was broken, was flying above the dome of the Night Fortress. The old blue dragon was very rude.

Although it is said to be borrowed.

But looking at the murderous looks of it and Senegos, the ancient blue dragon beside it who rarely left the lair, as long as the Archmage dares to say no, Suramar will immediately face the wrath of the Spellweaver.

The Grand Magister also noticed the madness and stubbornness in the eyes of Malygos Dragon. That look made the Grand Magister tremble slightly. This lonely old blue dragon was really going crazy as the legend said.

Although she has no fear of the Spellweaver despite the Nightwell being mobilized.

But it's one thing that she's not afraid of.

Whether her city can withstand the ravages of two ancient blue dragons is another matter.

sure.

The Grand Mage's eyes rolled, she covered her mouth and chuckled:

It is an honor for Sha'dorei to serve the Blue Dragon Legion. I will open the magic valve of the Nightwell so that Spellweaver can use our precious magic power at will.

But since it’s ‘borrowing’, we have to discuss the issue of remuneration. I don’t think a great spell weaver would be so careless, right?

What do you want? Greedy elf.

The spell weaver was anxious now, so he asked directly. The Grand Magister and the Grand Astrologer behind her looked at each other. She turned back and said humbly:

We Sha'dorei elves have been self-isolated for ten thousand years, and now we have to integrate into this complex and ever-changing world, but we are afraid of those changes, perhaps because we lack confidence.

After all, we are just a weak branch after the collapse of the Elf Empire.

I've always envied my wild cousins ​​who lived in trees and picked fruit to eat, and the close connection between the Kaldorei night elves and the Emerald Legion made me long for it.

If we Sha'dorei elves are also lucky enough to become the dependents and collaborators of the Blue Dragon Legion, then you see, wouldn't this Night Well become the property of the Magic Legion?

Do you need permission from others to use your own property?

We want to serve the Magic Legion, we are eager to obtain high-level permissions to use the Magic Network, and we also need the inexhaustible magic power from the Blue Dragon Legion to satisfy the people's hunger for magic power.

Your addiction to magic is incurable! As a ruler, you should know this best.

Senegos, the ancient blue dragon beside Malygos, said in a deep voice:

Absorbing magic power without restraint will only push you children of the night into the abyss. No, you are already in the abyss, poor elves.

That is what I, the ruler, need to consider, my esteemed Lord Senegos.

The great mage said without giving in:

Our humble desire is this, that the Spellweavers can

I promise you!

Malygos, who was full of revenge, agreed without any hesitation.

It threw two blue dragon arcane marks and suspended them in front of the great magister and the great astrologer. But it did not lose its mind. It looked at the Great Mage with its eyes shining with arcane light and added a restriction to this contract.

it says:

The blue dragon strongholds other than Kaudala are open to you. You can also try to conclude an arcane contract with the young dragons and dragons. However, if I find that you use deception to achieve your goals, this contract will immediately become invalid. .

Now!

Open the Night Well and infuse it with superior magic power! immediately!

As you command, my great Spellweaver.

The Grand Mage chuckled and held the shining blue arcane mark in his hand, and then transferred it to his forehead. As the mark shone, the entire invisible magic network of Azeroth opened up high-level permissions to her. .

Like the blue dragons, she can ignore the shackles of the magic network and use all kinds of magic anywhere.

Elisande made a courtesy as a humble servant. She nodded to the great astrologer behind her who had also obtained the authority of the magic network, and the latter exited the dome hall.

Ten seconds later, all the magic valves in the Dark Night Well were opened, and terrifying arcane magic power poured out continuously.

Spellweaver released the focusing rainbow of the blue dragon artifact he had brought. This arcane gem, as pure as a dragon's eye, began to absorb the magic of the Nightwell, and soon set off waves throughout Suramar. Magical tide of waves.

Malygos, with the assistance of Senegos, raised the Focusing Iris in front of him.

It personally aimed the artifact given by the Titan in the direction of the maelstrom. The Blue Dragon King's heart was filled with excitement and the joy of impending revenge. It knew that the fatal blow it had prepared with all its strength could not kill Deathwing.

As long as the power of the earth remains with the evil dragon, it will not die.

But it doesn't matter.

It's better to be alive!

This means that after today's supreme suffering, it will have to endure more pain before dying wailing. This is the revenge Malygos wants!

This is the best sacrifice to those who died thousands of years ago.

Neltharion

The Spellweaver manipulates the Focusing Iris that has begun to extract the magic power of the entire Broken Isles underground magic network, and its dragon eyes are full of mad light.

It saw it.

It saw the miserable Deathwing running towards the maelstrom.

It saw the embarrassment of the destroyer and the madness of being forced into a desperate situation, and it felt relieved and happy about it.

Neltharion, my brother.

Malygos' crystal dragon claw clasped on the surface of the Focusing Iris, and it gritted its teeth and said:

Come on, feel the pain I have suffered for ten thousand years. This is just revenge and I want to say hello to you! Senegos, let's come together. This revenge will also be yours.

The ancient blue dragon readily agreed and stretched out his claws to clasp the other end of the focusing rainbow.

boom

In the hearty laughter of the two ancient blue dragons, they almost drained away the thousand-year magic power accumulated in the Night Well, and then transformed it into an arc of ultimate arcane impact under the magic power of the Focusing Rainbow.

Under the simultaneous control of Spellweaver and Senegos, it turned into a blue spear of light that tore through the sea. It crossed a small half of the endless sea in an instant, and accurately hit the back of Deathwing who was caught off guard.

The most terrifying thing is that, in order to increase the pain it endures, Malygos's light spear attack is not instantaneous, but continuous.

As the focusing rainbow rotates, the arcane light sweeps across the back of Deathwing like the sharpest blade, like the sharpest fervent knife, along the back of the fallen dragon king, cutting it into pieces. A quarter of the back half of the body that was shattered by Odin was completely cut off.

Malygos! Vicious dragon! When I come back, I will eat you myself! I swear!

Deathwing's mad roar echoed above the maelstrom.

It was like a crashing plane, falling diagonally towards the giant whirlpool that was constantly rotating below.

He smashed his head into the torrent of water, splashed with sparkling water, and was pulled by the whirlpool back to the Deep Rock Continent of the Elemental Territory.

However, two consecutive fatal raids caused Deathwing's power to go out of control. When it collided with the connection between the elemental realm and the material world, the out-of-control power of the earth collided at the connection point between the two planes.

In an instant, the entire continental shelf of Azeroth began to shake. Although it lasted only a short time, this earthquake that spread throughout the world still changed the face of the Spellweaver who had completed the first stage of revenge.

It didn't even have time to enjoy the joy in its heart, so it took the Focusing Iris and used a cross-continental portal to return to the Eye of Eternity.

This one seems to be a little too big.

As the dragon king of the guardian dragon, it has a very close connection with Azeroth. The collision just now is likely to bring new waves to the world.

It must confirm this.

When Deathwing fell into the Deep Rock Continent, a quarter of its severed body also fell into the icy endless sea.

The flesh and blood that had escaped from the fallen dragon king was constantly twisting and multiplying in the water, and its flesh and blood filled with void seemed to begin some weird changes.

This quickly attracted the attention of the aboriginals near the maelstrom.

Groups of alarmed Nagas quickly rushed to this area of ​​water. At the request of their mistress, the Nagas of this small clan began to search this area of ​​water.

A few minutes later, a Naga Sea Witch presented something to the Mistress.

What is this? A sword?

Mother Naga curiously held the barbarian-style steel sword in front of her with her six hands, which was still stained with corrupted flesh. When she touched it with her fingers, she felt the power flowing.

Ha, Queen Azshara will definitely praise us for this magical discovery.

The cunning and vicious Mistress Naga waved her arms excitedly and screamed:

Protect that weird flesh and blood of the World Destroyer! Immediately send someone to send this sword to Nazjatar as a gift to the Queen. Our clan will rise, today!

Praise the Queen, praise Azshara!

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puff

In Dalaran, which finally calmed down, in the ruins of the impact pit, Black grabbed Trollbane's battle ax, raised the knife with his hand, and chopped off the head of the magic lord Malacath who was dragged out of the ruins. Come down.

Next to him, Little Star was using a troll's voodoo magic to unskillfully extract the magic spirit from Zuljin's dead head.

Farther away, the little fishman brought back by the asteroid was also skillfully arranging a divine power extraction ritual.

There are four remnants of the divine power of Loa in Zul'jin's body. In addition to the agreement with the hawk god Ekilson to complete its divine power, the divine power of the other three Loa can be used by Black at will.

Eh~ Dirty stuff.

When Little Star saw Black throwing the sorcerer's head over and letting her extract the magic essence, she pinched her nose and said:

Captain, your taste is getting weirder and weirder. Do you want to collect the heads of enemies as collections? This is a custom only among barbarians.

You know shit.

Blake was very weak now, and his tone was naturally rude. He glanced at the battle ax in his hand, threw it into his bag, and answered with a dwarf pipe in his mouth:

These two heads have been wrapped and strengthened by divine power, and they can be made into wonderful magical jewelry. I have already given them good names.

Zul'jin's is called the 'Summon of the Berserker', and the sorcerer's is called the 'Skull of the Hex'.

I have no use for them, but in this great robbery, my incompetent subordinates all contributed. As a leader with clear rewards and punishments, I naturally have to reward them.

Quack!

The little fish man agreed with Black's statement.

It would be like offering a treasure, struggling to walk over with the arm blade of Zuljin's Fist of Gods, and raise this ancient and cruel weapon to its owner.

Blake picked up the thing, held it in his hand and tried it, then shook his head in disappointment.

This thing is very lethal, but unfortunately it is still not a weapon for assassins. Not to mention it is too heavy, and it is not friendly to shadows. It is a melee weapon prepared for warriors.

To be precise, it's for trolls.

The position of its handle perfectly matches the length of the troll's arm. Warriors of other races always feel a bit top-light and foot-heavy when using it.

He glanced outside and was about to get up to look elsewhere when he suddenly heard Xal'atath's lazy warning:

Be careful, there are a large group of demons approaching you, little master. Although they don't seem to be very strong, they are quite large in number. If you don't deal with them well, they will still be very troublesome.

Where is it?

Blake felt suspiciously, but there was nothing around him!

They are not in this world, they are traveling in dreams!

The dream portal opened by Ysera the Fool gave them the opportunity to travel across the world. There is something about you that strongly attracts them, they sense your weakness, and they want to rush over and kill you.

Get ready!

Alas, my loyal me is no longer by your side, what will you do in the future?