Azeroth Trail of Light

Chapter 30 .Skull of Gul’dan

Gorehowl is not a simple warrior weapon. In fact, in the world view of the orcs, warriors, hunters, and shamans are not so distinctively different. This weapon is a symbol of the Warsong clan’s inheritance and is a civilization that has been passed down for thousands of years. symbol.

The countless chiefs of the Warsong clan have fought with Gorehowl. Among them are shamans, warriors, and hunters, so this battle axe can actually be seen as a magic weapon. At least Dick will use the power of the holy light. When injected into it, its amazing conductivity to energy made Dick amazed.

To be honest, Dick couldn’t imagine how the orcs of the nomadic tribes made weapons such as the Bleeding Roar. You must know that in the world of Azeroth, those metals with excellent energy conductivity can be encountered. Unquestionable.

However, this kind of thinking about weapons did not affect Dick’s current state. When the whole body turned into a golden heavy axe and fell, he felt the hand feeling completely different from that of a warhammer, and felt the sharp and hot axe blade. Splitting the body of the demon in front of him, Dick suddenly felt a sense of pride in his heart.

“Who dares to stop me!”

The Paladin roared, and the holy light flail in his hand slammed forward, smashing the two satyr demons that could not dodge to the ground. Before they could wake up from their coma, the sharp axe blade slashed across the neck. Two evil lives have returned to heaven.

The Jade Fire Path in the game is the gathering place for the satyr demons, and the real world is the same. When Dick turned over from the ridge, he saw a group of satyrs waving their weapons towards him, but this kind of Burning Legion’s lowest rank The devil is no longer in Dick’s eyes.

Sartre is mentioned in many myths. Their greatest ability is to kill people in dreams. If you are invaded by a Sartre in the dream, it will be difficult to escape these guys’ killing in the dream, but compared to this The illusory dreaming skills, their actual combat effectiveness is very poor!

After all, they are only demons transformed by night elves…even half demons. No matter whether they are power or agility, they have not exceeded the template of ordinary creatures. And many of them are good at shadow magic, but the fire of justice is because of Anwina. The reason for is temporarily unavailable, but the powerful elemental resistance attached to it is still blessed on Dick. The paladin can almost completely ignore these shadow magics, rushing into the group like an unstoppable beast. Sartre’s cluster.

“Everywhere I stand is a place of justice!”

The battle axe in Dick’s hand was slashed forward, and the holy energy in the body poured into the ground under his feet. Soon, the power of the scorching holy light sprayed out from below the ground, and the fiery temperature made these satyrs scream and want to avoid , But they couldn’t escape, and the thin black roots sprang from the ground and pierced into the soles of their feet.

Under Dick’s complex gaze, the gurgling sound of drinking water sounded again, and the Sartre felt horrified that their own power was extracted, and the body that fell on the ground was burned by the holy light, and soon turned into a dead bone.

On the battlefield against Malonos, the **** oak saved Dick’s life, but it also put a lot of pressure on Dick. He was completely unable to control the oak that had taken root in his body. Every time he fought, When the time comes, these oaks will actively activate, absorbing the life of all surrounding creatures.

This feeling is terrible! The Paladin feels that he has the potential to become a villain!

Although the **** oak will transform a large part of his life into Dick’s use, the paladin can feel that the weird tree in his body is growing every day. Maybe it won’t take long before Dick will suffer and The sad fate of Harves was completely transformed into a vampire oak.

The worst part is that the Deer Helmet, the initiator of all this, seems to have disappeared. Whether it is Garrod or the syndicated assassins sent by himself, it seems like the Deer Helmet has disappeared! It left Dick with an unmanageable mess!

And Dick couldn’t believe in Malfurion, that Archdruid and Tyrande were one mind, who knew what he would use to deal with him?

The dagger hidden in the darkness is always more threatening than the swords and guns that appear from the front!

“Go away!”

Coupled with the fact that Liadrin didn’t know his life or death, all this made Dick feel very bad. When he dispelled these satyrs, his hands became extremely cruel. When he raised his hand, a golden giant sword came from the palm of his hand. Leaping out, piercing through the bodies of two Sartre, Dick took a step forward, and at the moment he stopped, his body rotated, slashing down with a golden tomahawk.

This blow completely slashed the Sartre who was blocking the road in front of him. These bully and fearful half-devils, after their line was pierced by force, saw Dick so brave, and then saw that evil star turned his head. Shouted and dispersed.

The Paladin snorted coldly, carried the battle axe on his shoulders, and strode towards the deepest part of the Jade Fire Path.

The magic of the demons is too rough, and the control of most demons is terribly messed up. They can’t be expected to do some fine work, so the work of controlling magic items to corrupt this land is naturally handed over to those demons. The believers do it.

That is, those warlocks!

The profession of warlock, I said before, except for the extremely rare secret family in Azeroth, most warlocks only appeared after the orcs crossed the dark gate and invaded Azeroth. It can be said that the old The demise of the tribe actually promoted the rise of the dark profession of warlocks.

You can’t expect a group of guys who deal with demons all day to be sober, so most warlocks are both righteous and evil characters. They use the power of the devil, and even their style of behavior has become confused. This is also a warlock. Reasons not to be seen by the orthodox society.

In fact, even after more than ten years, the status of warlocks has not changed much. Only those warlocks who have truly made contributions and sacrifices to the human world and can control their own minds will be accepted by the mainstream society.

So when Dick strode into the empty Sartre camp, a group of shadow arrows full of corrosive magic flew towards him, and the cruel guy in the green robe made a creaking laugh, leaning on the wooden staff. , With a wave of his hand, a large sulphur fire flew out of his palms, filled with Dick’s dodge space.

The Paladin couldn’t even dodge, and was swallowed by Shadow Bolt and Brimstone Fire. The warlock who succeeded in the sneak attack tilted his head and looked at it, waved his hand and threw another purple flame, and then walked with his wooden staff. Arrived in front of the burning figure,

“Hey, idiot who dares to challenge the master’s power! You are nothing, now let the great…”

“Crack!”

A metal arm wrapped in golden luster protruded from the flames of the shadows, like iron tongs, caught the neck of the warlock who was caught off guard, and lifted him up into the air like a chicken. Dick strode out of the shadow flames, and the holy light enveloped the surface of his body. Those corrosive forces and sulfur-flavored flames could not harm Dick’s body at all.

“Great…what?”

Frankly speaking, the strength of this warlock is very good, he has reached the level of rare elites, given him enough time, it is not difficult for him to break through to another level, but his combat experience is too little.

“I don’t have time to listen to your disgusting name, scum, tell me, where is the skull of Gul’dan?”

Dick will be caught in the air by him, the struggling warlock is still on the ground, and the hot axe blade of Gorehowl sticks to his neck, looking indifferently at the human being plunged into darkness.

Because of long-term exposure to weird evil energy, the surface of his body is covered with purple scales, coupled with a thin face and cunning eyes, making this guy look like a monster in a fairy tale. Dick was a substantial threat, and the warlock’s eyes rolled. Just when he wanted to speak, he saw Dick’s brow furrowed, his left hand raised, and he cut down!

The holy light came out of its sheath, and the golden long sword slammed into the humble house in front like a cannonball, piercing the two walls and the body of the attacker, and then turned into a golden flame to rise up, the wailing of the companion before his death The warlock lying on the ground gave a chill, and he could even imagine the extreme pain of his companion being burned by the holy flame.

After solving the sneak attacker, Dick once again set his sights on the warlock in front of him.

“I will ask one last time, where is the Skull of Gul’dan?”

The warlock was silent, and he could see that he was hesitating to tell Dick the truth, but Dick’s troubles were obviously not over yet, at the moment when the warlock opened his mouth, a purple-black spatial fissure appeared behind him. A pair of blue paws protruded from it.

Dread demons! A monster that Dick has seen once!

The ugly head of the demon, the huge bat wings, and the mouth of the demon in the abdomen made this monster disgusting to the extreme. Dick could feel that this was a lord-level dread demon. He looked at the warlock’s serious hope and Struggling, sneered.

Turn around, Holy Avenger, open!

Order trial! The Holy Light is out! The power of the dragon!

60 points for the power of the lord, 30 points for the power of the dragon, and 60 points for the Holy Avenger! In addition to Dick’s own 150 points of strength, at this moment, from the perspective of strength and agility attributes, Dick has stood at the top of the lord’s rank, plus the 30% damage bonus of the Holy Avenger.

In the first order of the trial, the huge dazzling flail of light stunned the dread monster who had just stepped out of the portal, and then under the blow of Dick that broke out in full force, a dazzling blade of light made the ultimate holy light from the **** roar. The axe’s blade was drawn, and after the extremely sharp axe blade drew across the body of the dread demon who was caught off guard, the creamy blade of holy light also slashed past the body of the dread demon.

The axe blade that was magnified by nearly ten times went far away, cutting out a conspicuous knife mark on the mountain wall of the Bihuo Path, and countless scattered stones fell from the sky and smashed to the ground. .

“Fur…”

Dick took a breath, retracted the battle axe, and moved his sore arms. Under the control of his will, the wings of the holy light turned into sky feathers and scattered. The paladin turned his head and looked at the ground that was already covered. Scared the silly warlock, he took a step forward.

The body of the dread demon behind him was like tofu cut by a sharp blade, staggered up and down. The body that had been chopped in two had not fallen to the ground. The sacred power contained in it exploded at this moment, two golden balls. The flames of Dick set off Dick’s figure more and more tall.

Lord-level dread demons, kill in one hit!

“I… one last question, Skull of Gul’dan…”

“It’s…in that house, please, let me go…”

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Compared with Dick’s freehand brushwork, the battle on Illidan’s side was somewhat anxious.

The demon hunter’s group combat ability is quite powerful, especially Blade Dance and Eye Edge. Every time these two super powerful skills are used by Illidan, they will set off a **** storm in the demon group around him.

But this can’t change the embarrassment facing Illidan.

After the wounded Tikedisio joined the battlefield, facing the swarms of dread demons and elite demon guards, Illidan could only change his style, from a frontal confrontation to a guerrilla warfare!

The strength of the Dreadlord Lord is absolutely powerful, and Illidan is not sure of winning one-on-one, let alone these elite demons who are responsible for guarding Tikdis’ao.

Under Tikdisio’s order, the crazy demons used their bodies to enclose Illidan in a small area. The demon hunters fought violently. If it weren’t for the magic pattern that could absorb mana in battle, Illidan is probably already kneeling!

But this tough elf who has been imprisoned from the war of the ancients to the present also has his own persistence. If you say ten minutes, you must persist for ten minutes.

Illidan is a lone ranger, and at this time, he has not recruited the first group of elf warriors who are willing to join the dark, so the team of Illidari, who will cause the Burning Legion’s skin pain in the future, has not been formed yet. He can only be transformed into one person. The front is blocked tightly under the ridge.

Every time he danced the Moonblade in his hand, he could harvest new souls. These souls were quickly absorbed by Illidan, replenishing the power he lost quickly, and he silently counted the time in his heart.

“Dick… last minute!”

Forward! Turn back! Under Blade Dance, everything is cut! Eyes swept away, the demons retreated!

At the moment Tikedisio, who was full of blood-red light, rushed into the battlefield, Illidan suddenly turned his head.

Although the dark eyes could not see the light, he knew that on the ridge, a dazzling figure appeared there.

“Ilidan! Go on!”