MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1877 5. Mr. Sa sharpened his knife and slashed the evil gods, and the pirates stabilized

  Chapter 1877 5. Mr. Sa sharpens his knife and slays the evil god, and the pirates sit firmly on the Diaoyutai

   Taking Hela is just a small episode in this raging war, and getting the runes and sea charts for the Styx voyage is also a preparation for something later.

Although   Black did not directly intervene in the final expedition of the Burning Legion, he was actually paying attention to the changes in the demon army throughout the world when he was doing his own thing.

   He doesn't even need to mobilize himself as an evil **** of authority, he can control the whole situation just by looking at it with his eyes.

   After all, many gods have been chosen in advance, and they are enough to bring first-hand real battle reports to their gods when they are scattered on the most exciting battlefields around the world.

   Not to mention the orcs and elves.

They are under great pressure but they can still hold on. Whether it is Blackrock Mountain or Mount Hyjal, they are both battle-tested and dangerous. In the absence of high-level command and unified dispatch, it is not so easy for the demons to pile up by numbers. of.

  Especially when the demigods of the wilderness appeared on Mount Hyjal, and the Loa of the Golden Empire of trolls and the warriors of the gods supported the Burning Plains, these two most intense battlefields have entered the atmosphere of tug-of-war.

   The casualties on both sides were so great that when Blake looked up, he could see the grand scene of those demon souls lining up to return to the Twisting Void, and the little blue angel of Green, who was invisible to mortals, was also working overtime and frantically pulling people into the dark night world.

  This work intensity definitely surpasses 007.

   The worst thing is that these long-legged angels don't even get overtime pay.

   "I don't understand."

  Beside the pirate, Da Fulong wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief while tying up the slipped clothes. She had just completed a failed trial of "Subduing the Evil God" and said with a lazy tone, puzzled:

   "If the Eternal Arbiter is down, even if those souls are sent to the Shadow Realm, they will fall into the Maw because there is no arbitration, so why do these Grian guides bring their souls back to the Shadow Realm?

   used to be loyal to duty, but now this action is meaningless. "

   "They won't have much to do if they don't take souls, my first mate."

Lord Cthulhu was lying on a sampan floating near the Nagfar in a very unsightly posture, basking in the sun, holding a glass of golden rum with ice in a leisurely manner, while admiring the first mate in front of him. When the charming look.

   He said softly:

   "The four kingdoms of the world of death each have their own responsibilities, and they are indispensable for orderly operation. This responsibility and work has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the control of each link represents the foundation of the existence of the four kingdoms.

   Just like in the undead fleet, Eudora is in charge of making money, Annie is in charge of watching the show, Maim is in charge of being cruel, and Anaris is in charge of being a vase.

  If they can't do their jobs, they lose their meaning in the fleet, and they will be taken down by the captains below who are eager to get ahead.

The   Grians don't know what kind of treatment the soul will receive when they are brought into the Shadow Realm. They also know that bringing it back in this way is equivalent to the life of a waste, but they can't stop working.

   Don't wear that one, it's just fine.

  Come here, let's talk. "

  The scum pirate patted the reclining chair beside him, and Sefir glanced at himself wearing only a white smock, his two bare legs reflecting colorful light in the sunlight.

   This would have been shy in the past, but now

She brushed her hair, a hint of mature style that had been developed to perfection, released with a smile, spread her legs beside the captain in the admiration of the pirates, and skillfully reached over Blake's tattoo-covered masquerade Angrily, he picked up his glass of wine.

   I don't care at all about the springy look of the wide blouse blowing in the sea breeze.

   After all, they are old and married.

   "Knowing that it is irresponsible to bring the soul back, these guys are still unwilling to stop. No wonder you contemptuously call them rotten and indifferent 'dogmatists'."

  Sefir took a sip of wine, stretched out his wonderful body, and let the warm sunlight "enchant" himself.

   While maintaining a dignified posture and looking out at the sea, his right hand consciously or unintentionally descended down the muscles of Lord Cthulhu, and finally stopped on the "pendulum" pointing to six o'clock.

   He dialed it, and it seemed that "Engineering Apprentice" Sefir was planning to repair the pendulum that had stopped swinging.

   "hiss"

  Black took a breath.

   He glanced at Sefir, who was looking into the distance, watching the white hair of the virtuous bronze dragon flying in the sea breeze, he whispered:

   "Did you learn from Salatas?"

   "Isn't she teaching Hela? I listened by the side."

  The first mate dragon swallowed an ice cube, chewed it, and then leaned down to deal with the disobedient pendulum like an excellent engineer repairing a broken machine.

   But this job is difficult and requires a certain amount of effort.

   Therefore, Sefir also needs to use ice cubes to make his mind calmer.

   The evil **** who was being repaired suddenly felt icy cold, like falling into a cold cave. He looked at his first officer so diligently, even though he was an engineering idiot, he also reached out to help in the repair work.

   After more than ten seconds, under the surprised gaze of the two of them, the suspended pendulum finally started to operate again, from the lifeless six o'clock to the twelve o'clock position.

   "Boss, boss! Something happened in Lordaeron. The number of demons has suddenly skyrocketed. We can't stand it anymore."

  Evil Eye's startled scream conveyed the connection between the gods and the evil gods to the spirit of the pirates, but Blake didn't want to care about those worldly affairs at all.

   He felt that he was cursed, and in a trance, he transformed into a group of fierce horses galloping on the endless prairie, and an over-the-top female knight wanted to tame him.

  's whipped whip snapped, and the reins pulled up with a low neigh.

   This is the real big deal.

  The evil **** will not allow his prodigal horse to be tamed casually.

   That would be embarrassing.

   "You can figure it out for yourself!"

  Black's scolding sound reached the Evil Eye, who was eagerly waiting for the boss to make up his mind, along with the strange accompaniment, and by the way, he gave a very unpleasant Void Impact.

   The evil eye that smashed with force fell into the trench dug by the Knights of the Silver Hand, and the goblin helmet on his head also flew out.

   startled the skinny boy with the binoculars beside him.

The troll Zarak pushed the helmet on top of his head, and was about to pull up the shameful evil eye, but two demon assassins rushed out from the side, screaming and rushing over, only to be punched by the giant magician. It became a mosaic-like patty.

   "Scared me to death."

   He kicked the mosaic of flesh and blood under his feet, wiped his undamaged fists and screamed.

The low roar of cannons and the explosion of fire in the distance made the ground shake. The forests outside Lordaeron were all ignited by evil fire, and the silver knights in heavy armor galloped and killed on the demon positions plowed by the cannon fire. Dalaran's spellcasters drove the unfinished floating island over the battlefield, using it as a platform for casting spells, and all kinds of magic could be thrown to the ground.

   This scene has already surpassed the orc war siege battle several years ago. It was exciting and bloody. The demons died one after another, and the defenders also sent the wounded back one after another.

   Even King Terenas' guard was at the forefront.

   His most trusted Marshal Garithers has been wounded three times. If this guy is also a strong paladin with self-healing ability, he would have lied down and reported to Marshal Lothar long ago.

   "How is it? What did the boss say?"

   When Evil Eye got up dizzy, he was commanding his "Devil Army" to ask the skinny boy who launched a suicide attack on the opposite Devil Army.

   The orc blinked his eyes, scratched his head, rubbed his chin and thought for a few seconds, and said in a heavy tone:

   "We may have made a terrible mistake"

"Um?"

   The giant magician who was charging up and throwing a storm of evil fire to stop a group of hellhounds from approaching the dwarf artillery position widened his eyes and said:

   "What? What's wrong?"

"Uh."

  Evil Eyes looked left and right, and whispered:

   "Captain, this is going to be cool, I seem to have heard from First Officer Seifer just now"

   "Bah ah ah! You don't want to die!"

Hearing that Evil Eye was about to say something terrible, the skinny boy and Zaraq rushed over to block his open mouth. Under their glaring eyes, Evil Eye smiled dryly, and said :

   "The captain said we could figure it out."

   "Oh, that means you can use your hole cards?"

  The three evil warlocks looked at me, I looked at you, and after a few seconds they all laughed weirdly at the same time, making the human laborers who were carrying cannonballs shivered with fright.

   Sure enough, the rumors are true, the warlocks are a bunch of lunatics! The more advanced the warlock is, the more crazy, these three are so crazy, they must be proper master-level characters.

   After more than ten seconds, a strange order reached the defense front line of Lordaeron City.

   Grand Marshal Garithers, whose head was almost smashed by the demon's claws, did not hesitate to order the defenders to retreat when he heard the order, and handed over the frontal position that he had held for three hours to the demon in vain.

  The appearance of this breakthrough made the Commander of the Abyss Lord, who was full of mucus in his mind, overjoyed.

   But in front of them stood three warlocks lined up big and small. Facing the impact of tens of thousands of demons, these three **** didn't care, and Quack laughed and activated their secret art of pressing the bottom of the box.

   "I'll make up the torso!"

   "I'll form the claws!"

   "I'll make up the head!!"

   In the circus-like howling, and under the stunned gazes of the soldiers, the three shameless warlocks who were playing Arhats simultaneously squatted as if they were going to the toilet.

The terrifying storm of fel energy is pouring out in this damned painting style, like a dark green meteorite bursting out on the ground, the storm of evil fire that covers most of the battlefield is raging, and it has already been killed by the Burning Legion in the name of battle. De-listed Destroyer Malonos (Shameless Warlock Edition) debuts.

   The appearance of this great demigod made the defenders in the city panic.

But when they saw that big big **** demon screaming and carrying a grudge halberd like a charging mammoth into the army of hostile demons, setting off a shocking massacre, the tired soldiers cheered again. .

what!

   It turned out to be the devil on our side.

   I, the Great Azeroth, are full of talents, and even the great demons came to seek refuge!

  Ha, this battle will definitely win the mouth and teeth!

   "Rumble"

On the ground battlefield, a small twist occurred when the Destroyer led the Paladin of the Silver Hand to launch a strange counter-charge, but the demons were not willing to fail and summoned a demon starship to enter the field with a low roar. Going to wash the ground with the Fel Main Cannon.

But this war machine just appeared, and it was locked by the flagship Zenidar of the Holy Light Legion, which had been waiting for a long time, 800 kilometers away. The adjudicator smashed it on the spot.

   Then a group of red dragons flew over and threw the steel vrykul marines behind them onto the exploding demon starship, completing an unexpected interstellar jump gang.

   There is no suspense here.

  The demons could not retreat, the morale of the defenders was high, and even the unfinished Dalaran floating city began to charge forward.

Almost at the same time when First Mate Sefir's over-the-top horse training failed, and he fell off the horse with exhaustion and convulsions, and was tenderly mocked, the third wave of the demonic invasion of Lordaeron came to an end. .

  Until now, three days after the war, the Burning Legion that came in full force has only captured a few small cities, and none of the big cities and important strongholds in Azeroth have been lost.

   This is nothing short of a miracle.

   But behind the miracle is a bad trend. Azeroth blocked everything for this battle, and the major forces squeezed out almost all the war potential.

   Demons fail all the time, but they can fail countless times.

   If such a high-intensity battle drags on for a few more days, there will probably be a lot of casualties in this world.

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  Everything that happened in Azeroth was watched by Lord Sargeras.

  This dark titan is still trekking among the stars, following the same road 10,000 years ago, but this time he is not in a hurry, swept across all the star fields that pass by like an interstellar locust in the pursuit of a terrifying number of demons.

   In three days, He will reach Azeroth.

  The place where all stories begin, and where all stories end.

   He knew his demons had been failing, but he didn't care.

  These destroyers born in the Twisting Nether cannot be killed in the physical world, and Azeroth's resistance has not really weakened the Legion's strength.

   As many demons die on the front lines, as many demons will be resurrected in the Twisted Void.

  Although such a resurrection would consume the Fel Force, but now there are no deceivers, no polluters, and no cunning Nathrezims, and He does not need to confer fel authority on others.

   In a word, Sa always can afford it, but Azeroth can't.

  Victory will only belong to the Dark Titan!

   However, Mr. Sa has no interest in the upcoming victory. He never takes pride in destruction, nor does he take pleasure in war, all of which are just means to fulfill his wishes.

  Compared to this doomed victory, Mr. Sa is more interested in the evil **** who is hiding in Azeroth and inciting the flames and turning his fate to the present situation.

   He marched and thought among the stars.

   Regarding the invitation 10,000 years ago, about everything he has seen now, He knows that the Silent One is waiting for a reply, which may be cooperation, but the two sides cannot have any communication.

   can only fight to the death in the anticipation of the conspirators, and use the blood of both of them to present the most wonderful gladiatorial performance for those behind the scenes.

  I am the most powerful creature in this material group of stars. I have unknowingly been reduced to this shameful situation.

  Rage is burning.

   That was howling with dignity after being toyed with, and that was the desire for destruction that the God of Darkness had been suppressing fleeing.

   They want to see a mad titan blood-washing the stars

very good.

very good!

   They will soon see that they will feel for themselves what kind of catastrophe an angry Titan can bring, for which Sargeras has been preparing for ten thousand years, and he calls this a "gift".

a surprise!

   As for the issue of the force imbalance, Mr. Sa doesn't care.

   is out of balance, just break it straight.

  What a big deal?

   (end of this chapter)