(Additional update for "Southern Blazing Wind" brother [1/5])
"Are you sure that cunning Orc Warlock ran in this direction?"
While Diakum the Saint was still fighting Black Wolf Lycantos, Maraad, who was already far away from the battlefield, asked dumbly while covering his aching abdomen.
Lelan beside him nodded vigorously, holding Gul'dan's Skull in her hand nervously. She looked at the main building of Auchindoun Sanctuary, which was in the chaos of war, and whispered:
"It's definitely this direction! I swear I saw it right. When the demon wolf rushed into Material World with its cubs, those Shadow Council's Warlock dispersed in a rush. They obviously knew what would happen in the area where the demon landed, so they made preparations in advance.
But the leader-like guy didn't run away.
He must have some evil plans so he came towards Holy Land."
"Is it really okay for us to leave the battlefield privately?"
Eredath, who was participating in such a large-scale actual battle for the first time, was a little nervous, but he was not afraid of fighting. His shield and sword were covered with dirty blood, indicating that this guy had fought his way through an area full of demon wolves.
What he is worried about now is whether his disobedience will affect his honor, which is as precious as his life.
This somewhat silly question made Maraad sigh helplessly. He took advantage of a short break and said to his sister:
"What do you usually talk about when you are together? Are you really talking about love? Why not instill some useful knowledge into Eredath? He is brave enough, but a little."
"Naive? Simple? Alas, believe me, brother, this is one of his few advantages."
Lelan also looked helpless.
It's not that the brother and sister are deliberately mocking Eredath, it's mainly because compared to their "general backgrounds" and the fact that they were trained by Argus veterans since childhood due to their identities, Eredath is indeed a young man who "got rich in sugar jars".
Although he joined the Garrison Commander sequence anonymously very early on, before Genedar crashed into Draenor, this boy's parents were still alive and well protected.
He has been a Garrison Commander for thousands of years, but this is his first time on the battlefield. It can be seen from this situation that Great Prophet talks about wanting his son to live an equal life with other Draenei, but in fact Eredath still has some "privileges".
"Did I say something stupid?"
Eredath noticed the change in the expressions of the two people. He asked in a low voice with some embarrassment. Maraad shook his head and explained in a low voice with sadness:
"The Warriors we led were completely wiped out by the attack of the demon wolves! Eredath, do you know what this means? We failed to complete the mission we were supposed to complete! We let our compatriots down.
If you still want to regain your glory, you must capture the Orc Warlock leader. Only in this way can you comfort the victims!
Now is the time to fight hard."
"But that demon demigod suddenly appeared."
Eredath whispered:
"We've gone as far as we can."
"You want to say "It's not our fault"?"
Lelan sighed and said:
"If you still want to join Hand of Argus and become a member of the glorious veterans, just keep this sentence in your heart forever! Diakum Uncle will not accept such a weak explanation. Civilians are qualified to say this, but we have no excuse!
What those who died in battle failed to complete is our unfinished duty. We still have three of us in our team, so the three of us must complete the task!
No matter what the cost, you understand?"
"I understand."
Eredath obviously doesn't understand it very well, but he doesn't want to make Lelan angry. Although Arcane Mage usually speaks softly and acts coquettishly, Lelan is really scary when he is angry.
The three recruits quickly approached the Holy Land wing entrance. With the help of Arcane Eye released by Lelan, they soon saw several Soulbinder priests sneakily guarding outside the stairs leading to the Soul Hall.
Due to the anxiety of the war outside, the defense here was empty. Immortal Guardian, who was originally guarding here, was also transferred to the battlefield. It was a good time for these dogs to cause trouble.
Maraad glanced at his war hammer. He put down his heavy weapon and made a gesture to Eredath, and then pulled out a well-maintained Lightforging dagger from his boots. Eredath understood, put the shield aside, grabbed the war sword with both hands and Maraad ambushed left and right, quietly approaching the three priests guarding the gate.
Lelan in the rear drew out a ray of magic energy from Gul'dan's Skull to strengthen the destructive power of the spell. He first blessed himself with a "Presence of Mind" state, and then cast a spell and chanted it. The Arcane Barrage smashed towards the priest. The huge Arcane light spear had amazing destructive power under the blessing of magic energy. The moment it was struck out, it tore the priest in the middle into blood and bones flying in the sky.
Maraad and his brother-in-law pounced on each other, slitting the throats of the two priests who were knocked away and stabbing them in the heart.
The three of them have grown up together, and their cooperation is natural and perfect.
However, this wonderful cleanup is only the first step.
They crossed the traitor's body and approached the edge of the Soul Hall and looked down. Arcane imposed Eagle Eye on the two companions. Then they saw a Orc Warlock wearing a black hood and holding a Blood Staff. He was arranging some evil ritual in the soul hall below with a gloomy look on his face.
He placed the blank Soul Crystal in the center of the hall, and activated it with some kind of depravity spell. Then amidst the sinister chanting, a cold howl suddenly sounded in the quiet area around the Soul Hall.
One after another, Draenei spiritual bodies were awakened from their rest, and were sealed in those magic crystals under the pull of evil magic.
The recruits don't know what Warlock is doing, but they know that they cannot allow the souls of the dead to be desecrated like this! Draenei respects the dead, and this kind of desecration is their absolute taboo now!
"Lelan stays on the high ground to take advantage of the terrain. Eredath and I go down to stop that high-level Warlock."
Maraad turned to the two of them and said:
"That guy can summon a demigod demon, which means he is difficult to deal with. He should be a legendary Warlock. We have no chance of winning in a head-on battle, so Lelan's goal is to destroy Soul Crystal.
Use the most powerful spells you can use to attack him. If he still can't be defeated, immediately break out and ask for help.
Eredath and I will buy time for you."
"But the battle outside isn't over yet! I'll leave you to die."
Lelan said sharply:
"I am no longer a child. I know the dangers of this trip. Brother, I also swore the same oath to my father's morality!"
Even if we can't achieve great achievements like Diakum Uncle, we can at least have the steadfast fighting friendship between him and his father. We should advance and retreat together, even if it means death. If we sacrifice here to replace this dangerous leader Shadow Council, the next battle of the tribe will be easier.
Such a sacrifice is undoubtedly worth it!
Eredath, Great Prophet haven't given you any self-defense treasures? Now is no longer the time to hide them."
"No, there really isn't any."
Eredath sighed and said:
"If there were, I would have given them to you on your 20,000th birthday. All my good things are with you, but if I have to say, there are actually some."
He pulled out a Eredar style crystal dagger from his combat belt, threw it to Maraad, and said:
"This is mine. Well, the souvenir left to me by my adoptive father is a spell-breaking dagger made by the craftsmen of Argus era Assassin Court. I have always regarded it as a souvenir, but it is a weapon, so it should come in handy at this time."
"Your adoptive father? Commander Kil'jaeden?"
Lelan blinked, Eredath nodded, he picked up his sword and shield and whispered:
"There was a time when I was ashamed of him, but before my mother passed away, she told me the truth about that year. From then on, I knew that my adoptive father had never betrayed the tribe, and that he was as great as my father."
"But this does not prevent us from respecting his supreme sacrifice and at the same time being sufficiently vigilant."
Maraad inserted the broken dagger into the scabbard at his waist, picked up his own Gemstone Warhammer, and whispered:
"Commander Diakum told us the truth back then, but Saint also said these words. I believe he was sincere. Eredath, if you meet your adoptive father again, can you strengthen your confidence?"
"I think I can, but there's a high probability that I can't."
Eredath smiled bitterly, pulled down his helmet, and said:
"But we can't meet him now, otherwise Draenor would have been gone long ago! Captain Maraad, I will obey your orders! For the future of our people, let us purify this evil and pay tribute to our fathers!"
"I'll go first, you follow me!"
Maraad used Holy Light to temporarily heal the wound on his abdomen, and then quickly led Eredath down the stairs of the Soul Hall.
At this time, Teron'gor, who was chanting magic to pull thousands of Draenei souls residing here into the crystal and trying to create "Perfect Soul Stone", soon discovered these two uninvited guests, but Orc Warlock was not afraid.
Especially when he judged that these were just two high-level Garrison Commander, a cruel light suddenly appeared on his face under the hood.
"Sometimes I really admire you guys who only have muscles in your brain. You call the trait that will send you to hell "courage", but in my opinion, that is just sad "Recklessness"."
He sneered in Draenei with an accent.
When Maraad rushed towards him, he waved and threw a ball of Death Coil, but the second before he was hit, Maraad decisively broke off his wings.
The hot Holy Light turned into golden wings and concentrated the power of light on him, allowing him to ignore the temptation of fear and smash the warhammer towards Orcs with an explosive attitude. However, under the Glory Hammer When it was about to hit, a dark purple Voidwalkers tore through the space and appeared in front of Warlock, and took the blow on his behalf amidst Teron'gor's laughter.
Soul Fire, which had completed charging up in an instant, transformed into Fel's heavy hammer and hit Eredath on the other side of Charge. He blocked it with Arcanite Crystal's activated buckler, but at the same time, there were three curses hanging on him, and a crimson Bane of Havoc wrapped around him.
This is the specialty of the high-level Warlock. By attaching the Bane of Havoc, it can temporarily resonate with the Fel, completing the miraculous multi-target group attack.
Chaos Bolt, which was supposed to be a single-body explosion, was thrown out by Teron'gor in an "artistic" manner, and was split into two by the resonance of Fel, hitting Maraad and Eredath at the same time. Most of the Holy Light of the former was crushed in an instant, while the shield in the latter's hand was torn apart.
The next ten seconds were like Warlock's magic performance. The two high-level Garrison Commander were almost manipulated by Teron'gor, with no ability to fight back.
But they bought enough time and attracted Teron'gor's attention with their tenacity. When this guy's attention shifted to how to brutally torture Draenei, Lelan above decisively threw Arcane Barrage in his hand.
The violet Arcane Energy, restrained by exquisite manipulation, flew out of Lelan's hands in a series of impact shots, whistling and hitting the ceremony arranged by Teron'gor.
"Damn it! Look what you did!"
In the roar of Orc Warlock, he heard the shattering sound that broke his heart.
When he turned around, he saw that the Soul Crystal he had carefully prepared turned into debris flying in the sky due to the uncontrollable explosion caused by the intervention of external energy. The restrained spirits also escaped at this moment.
They scolded Teron'gor in the air, then scattered and fled back to various parts of the Draenei temple.
"You ruined my promotion!"
Teron'gor is really angry now.
He is also planning to rely on the powerful Soul Stone obtained in this adventure to contract a powerful enough legendary demon as his soul partner in Twisting Nether. That is the foundation of an Warlock. The reason why Gul'dan is powerful is that in addition to being the forerunner of Fel, the demons he possesses are all good at fighting.
But now everything is ruined!
For high-level Warlock, souls can be obtained anywhere, but if there is such an opportunity to create Perfect Soul Stone, then it depends on the gift of fate, and he actually missed it?
"Then use your souls instead and get over here!"
In the roar of Warlock, the boiling Fel turned into pulling ghost claws to restrain Lelan at the height, and then used the reverse use of the demonic circle to pull Arcane Mage to the platform.
The pain of falling alone caused Lelan to break several ribs, but the strong girl gritted her teeth and rolled over to get up. At this moment, she didn't care about the backlash of the magic energy. She grabbed Gul'dan's Skull with one hand to absorb a large amount of magic energy, and then released the maximum Arcane blow she could control.
For example, Arcane Energy struck by a giant fist smashed the stone pillar next to Teron'gor, causing the platform to tremble and tear apart, tearing Teron'gor's Demon Armor and the devil's skin to pieces.
He had to sacrifice his demon servants to apply a Unending Resolve Fel shield to himself to be able to withstand the blow. However, just as he threw away the broken Blood Staff and strode forward, a light flashed in front of his eyes.
"Poof"
The demon-breaking dagger gifted from Kil'jaeden fiercely pierced the chest of the legendary Warlock.
This blow was fatal enough, causing Teron'gor to howl and swing Fel's scythe to the side. Maraad fell down spurting blood, and Eredath grabbed the sword and pushed forward.
He performs the duties of Defender like an angry ram, and will never let this damn Warlock harm Lelan in the slightest. Even if he loses his shield, he still has his own body that can serve as a protective barrier.
"Holy Light! Please respond to me!"
Under the roar of Eredath, the beating Holy Light turned into a ball of flying hammers of light that surrounded his ferocious attack and bombarded forward, forcing the legendary Warlock back with a life-threatening momentum. forced the opponent to take out a piece of extremely high-quality Soul Stone and break it into pieces, then turned the soul power into healing and applied it, and then knocked down Eredath with the explosion of Shadow Fury.
High-level Warlock won with one against three, but then Teron'gor's eyes fell on the white skull in Lelan's hand.
He recognized this thing.
"Hahaha, it turns out my good luck is with you!"
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He stared greedily at the skull magic weapon that came from his "mentor" and was carefully crafted by Master Craftsman of Draenei, and then waved his hand to summon Shivarra Doomguard with six hands, and said with eager eyes:
"Give me Gul'dan's Skull, little girl, and I will allow you to take these two guys and escape! This is the only thing left of my kindness, so don't be disrespectful!"
"Little girl? I'm old enough to be your grandmother's grandmother, rude Orcs."
Lelan wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and retreated to the edge of the plain. She placed Gul'dan's Skull in her hand on the edge of the platform and said loudly:
"You want it? Go get it yourself!"
The skull was thrown downward, and it seemed to be a bottomless abyss, but it was not.
There is a fatal height of thirty meters between this platform and the lowest ground. It will definitely not kill the legendary Warlock, but it is enough to buy the three of them time to evacuate.
"Kill her!"
Teron'gor jumped down without hesitation and gave orders to his demon servants.
Shivarra Doomguard waved his arms and rushed forward to finish off Lelan, but Malderan's daughter was not that easy to deal with. She had already felt that the Argus Heart Pendant hanging around her neck that belonged to her father was getting abnormally hot.
Facing the oncoming demon, she chose to hold the artifact, and then Argus Star Soul's enhancement was applied to her as promised.
Although she was too far away from Star Soul Spokesperson Diakum Uncle, so the power of this enhancement was very limited, it was enough to give Lelan a chance to win a counterattack. Facing the sharp blade cut by the demon, she pushed out with both hands to explode the violent Arcane's power, and a ferocious Arcane exploded in front of her, shredding the demon into pieces.
Lelan didn't have time to rest, so he helped his brother and Eredath up and released a Teleportation Spell to teleport the three of them to the depths of Auchindoun Sanctuary.
"That way, kids!"
Just as the three of them were looking for a way, the Draenei spirit suspended in the air waved anxiously to them, indicating that they should go in a certain direction. There seemed to be some kind of turning point there.
"Thank you."
Lelan whispered something, and the three recruits ran forward in confusion.
The spirits they had rescued before appeared one after another to guide them to avoid the pursuit of Warlock. Facing the danger, the Teron'gor spirits were hard to resist, but they could not sit back and watch the three children die like this.
Mutual aid has always been the traditional virtue of Draenei. Even if there is a boundary between the living and the dead, the dead are still willing to help their own people, just like the brave children helped them before.
But no matter how long the escape is, there is an end. When Soul Hall rushed out and approached Place of Worship, Teron'gor finally caught up and laughed, holding Gul'dan's Skull to absorb the magic energy and hit the Shadow Fury with a super range of VanCleef, hitting three people.
Maraad used his body to protect his sister and Eredath, causing him to spurt out blood and pass out.
"I originally planned to use your "Gleam" souls to feed my hellhounds, but I suddenly realized that you might be of great use."
Orc Warlock, who succeeded in "catching the treasure", was in a very happy mood.
He looked at the three new recruits in front of him who had run out of ammunition and food. He knew that he would harvest the souls of the warriors that the upper demons loved most, and there were three of them!
"Stop struggling."
Teron'gor raised his hands high, like armor covered with a layer of shadow amidst the strengthening of magic energy, he said loudly:
"The cycle of death has begun again! As always, you will die, but I will become stronger!"
"For Holy Light!"
Eredath threw his war sword away, but Teron'gor dodged it. Warlock rushed forward and punched Lelan, who was about to cast a spell, and then pinched Eredath's neck and pressed it against the wall.
"Extracting souls is very painful. Blue Skins refuses to admit defeat. It starts with you."
Teron'gor's eyes Gleam had a ferocious and cruel light, but he soon noticed that the focus of Draenei Garrison Commander's eyes was wrong. The latter's eyes actually looked back over his shoulders when death came.
Reflected in those surprised pupils were a pair of demonic bat wings that spread out quietly, like a female spider silently raising its front paws on a spider web, preparing to prey.
"Huh?"
Warlock rolled to avoid the attack, but then what came into view was Moon Blade pursuing him, spread out as lightly as butterfly wings.
Teron'gor roared back and counterattacked. The weird guy in front of him was not a legend. He still had a chance to win! But the next second he found that Fel in his body was actually locked in shackles. The violent force failed to obey his control for a moment, and the opponent's "witchcraft" instantly put him in a desperate situation.
"Poof"
An ugly human head fell out amid the flying blood, and the soul of high-level Warlock howled and escaped.
Fortunately, under the guidance of Gul'dan, he developed the habit of storing Soul Stone in advance, otherwise he would have died without a burial place.
But before Teron'gor could relax, he was horrified to see that strange woman waving her claws like a real demon, using Twisting Nether's "most authentic" soul-binding technique to "catch" his escaped soul, and then using a technique even more exquisite than his own, the legendary Warlock, to force his soul into a strange red Soul Stone.
When Soul Stone was put into the bag by the satisfied huntress, Teron'gor heard another familiar scream in the howl.
Blanch!
Isn't this "Warbringer" Lathorn?
Why was your boy arrested by this strange guy?
Regardless of how these "brothers in distress" complain, for Demon Hunter who accidentally stumbled into this place, this perfect double kill is really a joy!
Well, Lord Illidan, bless you, today is indeed her lucky day.
It is difficult to capture the souls of legendary Warlock that were so precious in the past. The way of Warlock in this world has obviously just started and has not yet reached the stage of development and prosperity. Even the casting methods of legendary Warlock are very rough. When faced with Demon Hunter who are designed to restrain them, they even look so "cute" in resisting.
She "looked" at the three weak Draenei at her feet, and then recognized that the appearance of these guys was very similar to the damn evil Eredar demon, but the two were not the same creature.
Considering that her amazing hunt was thanks to the assistance of these three alien warriors, she decided to do more, so she reached out to help the seriously injured Maraad and Eredath, and made a cold "Follow me" expression to Lelan who stared at her curiously.
She decided to escort them out of here, and then follow Illidari's hunting doctrine and "disappear" from here.
She could smell that this strange world was full of the stench of devil worshipers. Since she could not go back to her companions for the time being, she would start a "wild hunt" here, just as Master Illidan taught her.
A good hunter only needs the weapons in his hands and the prey in front of him to survive.
However, the moment she walked out of the Audience Hall with three aliens, the huntress became numb. In front of her eyes, Diakum jumped off Holy Warsteed and locked her with the hot Holy Light After fixing her, Saint still carried the anxiety and killing intent after the fierce battle. He was followed by Yrel and Nubodon who looked anxious. They obviously already knew about the "big adventure" of the other three people.
"Devil! Put down our comrades!"
Yrel immediately became anxious when he saw this obviously demonic "Fel Elves".
She had seen such a guy in Karabor Temple, and she knew that he was also a servant of Polluter!
But when the angry recruit was about to step forward to save him, Diakum stretched out his hand to stop him. Vigilant looked at the guy in front of him with a look of amazement that "should never be here".
He hesitated for a moment, coughed a few times and adjusted Character Card's language mode, and then said in a very strange tone Thalassian:
"Demon Hunter? Illidari?"
"Huh?"
The huntress, who was ready to "disappear", moved her fingers. She looked at the powerful alien Saint who had just expelled "Annihilator" Lycantos in confusion. How could this guy still speak Elvish?
There is also a hint of Suramar Highborne accent, and the tongue-wagging sound at the end of the syllable is so authentic, even more authentic than her, an elf born in Suramar.
"I know you are from Azeroth, and Holy Light enlightened me about your existence. I guess you came to this world after the fallen Wild God. Unfortunately, the portal has been closed.
You have temporarily lost your way out of here."
Dick looked up and down at the "alien hunter" who had taken advantage of the chaos and collected two heads, and asked:
"Can you contact your compatriots?"
Huntress shook her head, but then nodded.
It means "It's possible but not yet".
"Then please stay."
Dick invited:
"As you can see, we are facing a demonic invasion and need the help of you "professionals", I can assure you"
He paused and said:
"Since it's our first meeting, I won't say any nice words, but we will definitely fight to the end against the demons that have invaded this world! There will be no truce, no surrender! The only outcome is victory, or death!"
This sentence made the hesitant Demon Hunter's eyes light up, and she suddenly felt that these people with blue leather hoofs were becoming more and more "pleasing" to her eyes.
Well, no matter where you guys who are obviously "connected" with the Eredar demon come from and what you plan to do, as long as you are determined to kill the demon, then you and us Illidari will be good friends!
This friendship will be built on the glory of slaying demons. The more demons die here, the stronger this friendship will be!
So she took a step forward, stretched out her hand towards Dick, and said in a dumb voice:
"Illidari Hunting Commander," Slayer"Arantien."
Dick held the slender finger covered with special tattoos, the fingertips had turned into claws and exuded a faint smell of sulfur, and he introduced himself:
"Eredar Brigadier Defender," Light Butcher"Diakum Zastinss, by the way, I like your nickname, Your Excellency."
"Oh, each other."