Chapter 42 41. The strategy of the Shadow Council

"Don't think you've got me!"

On the legendary battlefield that was tightly blocked by a small violet barrier, Old Dahl was half-kneeling with blood all over his body due to a sneak attack by Pasonia Shore at the last moment.

Like a seriously injured beast.

He held the blazing flame blade Sankesu in front of him with both hands. His sharp eyes were filled with pain, but he was not overwhelmed by the terrifying toxins that were rapidly spreading in his body.

The venom has seeped into the blood.

It comes from the green dragon, the legendary creature of Azeroth. Those dragons with emerald scales are members of the five-color dragon army. Their emerald dragon breath is the most corrosive liquid in the world.

Now the rare venom in the world has been personally prepared by Ravenholdt's mysterious leader "Duke", turning it into the most terrifying poison that can be found in the world.

Old Dahl's body, which had been tempered to the legendary realm, could not withstand the ravages of this toxin.

In less than a minute, dark green veins popped up like spider webs on his green cheeks, and the poison spread rapidly.

As long as his heart is still beating, the toxins will continue to corrode his body, until finally, it will completely drain his vigorous vitality.

"puff"

Old Dahl gritted his teeth and stood up, opening his mouth to spurt out the smelly blood of corroded internal organs.

The pain was stimulating emotions and anger, and the demon blood flowing in his body was also stimulated by the pain, giving the old sword master even more violent power.

"It's not like I've never encountered an opponent who uses poison!"

He grabbed the dark red elemental rosary around his neck and pulled it off completely. The moment the rosary left the body, the shamanic spells sealed in it were released.

Waves of pure elemental power surged out and wrapped around Old Dar, making the purple-black veins popping up all over his body dim.

Pasonia took a step back, held the dagger in her hands and disappeared into the shadows. She said hoarsely:

"Dwarf! Come on!"

"boom"

Although Muradin was very dissatisfied with being called a dwarf by Pasonia, Prince Bronzebeard still knew the importance and must kill Old Dar here today.

Otherwise the situation will be very troublesome.

The old sword master guessed the truth.

Marshal Lothar is really in the city of Steinbrain right now. He is not here to be used as a bait. He is here because he has a real military strategy to complete.

And it's not just Marshal Lothar who's here.

The king of Alterac, Aiden Perenold, was also there. Once the old sword master rushes into the city, as long as one of those important figures is cut down, it will be a disaster for the alliance.

The storm hammer entwined with arc lightning roared towards him. The old swordsman raised the flaming blade and moved his steps to dodge this direct attack as before.

But if he takes a step, his body stumbles.

The effects of the green dragon's poison were more terrifying than he imagined.

"boom"

Old Dahl's body was smashed by the war hammer, and just like before, it was just an illusion. As the strongest swordsman in existence, Old Dahl has turned the mirror combat technique into an art.

He is the true master of mirroring.

You can use the power of the Sword Master to move your true body and the three mirror images back and forth, which is beyond the scope of pure martial arts.

But he avoided the dwarf's reckless and violent attack, but he couldn't avoid the attack of another shadow master.

In the bloody explosion, the two remaining mirror images of Old Dahl were destroyed by flying daggers at the same time. When Granny Xiao launched this attack, she did not even break the invisible.

Her body is still jumping rapidly in the shadows.

When Old Dahl repeated his old trick and planned to attack Archmage Modera to break the small violet barrier, Pasonia arrived at the attack position almost at the same time as him.

As soon as the flaming blade was raised, the criss-crossed daggers were stabbed hard on the left arm, like a pair of scissors, piercing into the flesh and blood, and then shortening the bones of the old sword master's left arm with a tooth-piercing shearing sound. .

Cruel, precise and deadly!

As soon as the blow was struck, Pasonia showed no signs of fighting and retreated into the shadows, looking for the next opportunity. She was as cold as an old female leopard.

Perhaps his skills are not as good as they used to be.

But she makes up for it with experience and intelligence, making her even more of a threat than she was in her prime.

"ah"

Dar's left arm was disabled, making his attack in vain, but the sword master was also fierce, turned around, and jumped into the wind step just before Muradin's battle ax flew.

He switched to holding the knife in his right hand, appeared behind the dwarf in a flash, and slashed with one blow.

Its movements are as fast as when holding a sword with both hands. For a legendary swordsman who has perfected his skills, let alone a broken arm.

Even without their hands, they can still wield the sword!

Still deadly!

"boom"

Muradin used a war trample, and a burst of lightning interrupted the sword master's slash. The dwarf roared and rushed up. With his free hands, he clenched his fists and punched the old sword master in front of him twice.

It was like a close-range artillery bombardment. The first punch was blocked by Old Dahl with his sword, but the second punch hit the center of the head, causing Dahl to open his mouth and spurt blood, and then retreated.

Both feet dug into the ground and plowed two ravines.

The blade of the sword was inserted into the soil and opened a burning path. Only then could he stop. The vision in front of Old Dar's eyes had begun to shake.

Toxins attack the last vitality.

He couldn't stand it any longer, it was time to retreat, it was time.

"Buzz"

It's the fatal moment again, it's the moment of attack.

Pasonia emerged from the shadows, piercing Old Dar's chest with the dagger in her left hand. She raised her right hand and put the blade against her arm, intending to use a strangle to completely cut off Old Dar's neck.

This blow is extremely fast.

The old sword master had just been beaten back again, and his reaction was a beat slower when he was unconscious. He was about to die here, but at the same moment, the archmage who maintained the barrier suddenly raised his head.

Through the purple mana barrier, she saw several groups of green lights shining in the dark night sky.

Meteorite!

That's a meteorite summoned by magic!

No.

Not just meteorites!

"There is a great warlock here!"

Archmage Modera's expression changed slightly, and she immediately tightened the scope of the barrier, gathered the magic power, and shouted to her companions:

"Brace for impact! It's Hellfire! They summoned Hellfire!"

"Well, it's not just hellfire."

On another hilltop hundreds of meters away, amid the floating gloomy shadows, the evil spell directed simultaneously by five hooded orc warlocks has reached its final stage.

In front of them, there was a strange human being wearing a dark red robe, dressed like a spellcaster, but also wearing solid plate armor, and holding a steel scepter that was like a staff but heavier.

He smiled and made a decaying sound.

It's really rotten.

When you get close to him, you can even smell the stench that can only belong to a rotting corpse!

This human corpse has long since decomposed.

And now it is dominated by a soul belonging to the great warlock.

This evil act of combining the soul of an orc warlock with the body of a human knight was invented by the orc warlock Gul'dan.

This sinister creature, which possesses both the spellcasting ability of a warlock and the melee combat ability of a knight, was proudly called the "Death Knight" by the great warlock.

During the previous hilly landing battle, these guys were the ones who came on stage, using their evil spells to awaken the undead and their "Knight Charge" to crush the human mage's position, allowing Nanhai Town to finally fall into the hands of the orcs.

These guys are the "secret weapons" of the tribe.

"boom"

In the death knight's low laughter, four evil meteorites summoned by him personally hit the shrinking violet barrier hard.

The collision of arcane magic and evil magic caused a bright shock wave in the dark night.

Completely level the entire broken mountain col.

But the power of the top-level defensive spell from the magical city of Dalaran was astonishing. It withstood the bombardment of four meteorites head-on, but it still did not break apart.

But as the Archmage said, this is no ordinary meteorite.

After they landed, the scorching core of evil energy burst out with a more corrosive green halo.

And in that halo of light, four evil energy structures nearly ten meters tall stood up from the crater with roaring heat and teeth and claws.

The brainless demon waved its claws and slapped the crumbling barrier with a power that did not belong to this world. Archmage Modera was already fighting for her life.

She poured all her magic power into maintaining the barrier.

The bombardment and fall of four hellfires also separated the three legends who were fighting each other to the death.

A gleam flashed in the eyes of the already shaky old Dahl. He didn't know why the bastards of the Shadow Council wanted to help him, but right now, if he didn't seize the opportunity, he would die in the battle.

Although this battle of one versus two is the glory pursued by warriors, no one wants to die if they can avoid death, right?

"Shua"

Wind Walk activates in chaotic fel fire.

As Muradin roared, the Storm Hammer flew out again. While hitting Old Dahl's back, the flaming blade also slashed hard on the Archmage's ice shield.

"puff"

Blood burst out, and Archmage Modera's body softened and fell to the ground. The entire maintained barrier suddenly collapsed, and the old orc was sent flying more than ten meters away by the blow of the storm hammer.

He is dying.

"die!"

Pasonia gritted her teeth and rushed out of the shadows to complete her final kill, but another Sword Master Jubel, who had been waiting for a long time, howled into the battlefield.

The starting hand is the special skill of Juggernaut.

The flaming war blade danced, spinning into the deadliest storm, attacking Pasonia in a desperate manner, forcefully forcing the legendary assassin into the shadows again.

The howling Terror fell from the sky, grabbed Old Dahl and flew into the darkness.

"Ha, I won."

The death knight who was watching all this laughed proudly. Behind him, as a warlock screamed, the orc's life force was completely sucked away by the evil ritual.

It's like offering a sacrifice.

The next moment, a dazzling green light lit up on the mountain col a hundred meters away.

A Doom Guard demon with a body as huge as hellfire, with huge wings on its back, holding a flaming evil sword, wearing blazing armor, and with hooves on its feet, roared like a meteor and hit the mountain col.

Under the proud gaze of the death knight.

The ferocious and powerful doomsday guard swung his sword and inserted it into the ground like a door panel, pouring evil energy in front of him and blocking the legendary warrior Muradin.

Just a high-level demon would definitely not be able to stop the legendary warrior.

From the professional perspective of a death knight who was once a great warlock, this handsome Doom Guard would be smashed to pieces by the furious Muradin Bronzebeard in less than thirty seconds.

But so what?

In order to save his chief, the old swordsman Jubel had risked his life to intercept another legendary assassin, and thirty seconds was enough for Old Dahl to be led away from the battlefield by the Dread Demon.

What did the Shadow Council lose?

It's nothing more than a few Hellfire Soul Stones and the life and soul of an unlucky warlock.

And what did they get?

A legendary warrior, the kindness and help of a powerful clan.

This is very, very important help for the "big plan" they are going to carry out next, and even if Old Dar unfortunately dies, the Shadow Council will not lose.

"This rotting body makes me sick"

Talon Bloodfiend said with his corrupt vocal cords and greedy voice:

"A legendary body is worthy of a powerful soul like mine! To hell with Orgrim's ban, the next era belongs to us!

Belongs to the Shadow Council!

We will embark on the road to becoming gods! we will."

"Whoosh"

Before the mysterious death knight finished his proud self-expression, he saw a sharp arrow whistling into the sky, entwined with a stream of magic power.

Like a god's finger, he accurately pierced the head of the blue fear demon.

The demon's head exploded.

The headless corpse lost the ability to fly. Its claws were still holding on to the dying old Dahl, spinning like a falling stone, whizzing towards the valley between the two peaks.

This miraculous arrow completely interrupted the death knight's reverie, and his next words were completely blocked in his throat like a cock that had been strangled.

"No!"

The death knight changed his face in an instant, turned his head and roared violently:

"Go! Prepare the Shadow Gate! Get him back! His life and his soul can only belong to the Shadow Council! His body can only belong to me!"