Banehollow

Bernholler twisted his body desperately, but the long sword on his lower abdomen pinned him to the ground, and the energy on the blade was overflowing into his body, like a knife cutting his muscles, causing him great pain. ➶➶➶➶➶ 69Şᕼᵘ.ςØᗰ ➷➷➷➷➷

The pain is still a small thing, the key is the person he is facing. Banehollow felt a little scared for the first time. As a spy of the Burning Legion, he has been to many worlds for the Legion and has seen many lives, but he has never seen anything like this Trolls in front of him.

In the past, Banehollow was not afraid even when he encountered someone who was stronger than himself, because as Dreadlords, he had his own abilities. They were not good at fighting, but they were naturally able to sense the opponent's heart, use the emotions they sensed to organize plans, and finally complete their goals.

Just like Naisha, her heart is filled with resentment towards Tyrande Whisperwind and longing for her mistress Maiev, so Banehollow chose her as his spare body, preparing to use her to infiltrate the coalition forces that purify Felwood.

Banehollow has even made a series of plans to leave marks on Naisha, and then guide her to lead the coalition forces to defeat Jaedenar and Shadow Hold. When he finally takes the opportunity to die at her hands, he will use this as an opportunity to enter her body and use the resentment in her heart to penetrate the world.

First pick Alliance and Horde, use their power to destroy Scourge who betrayed Legion, and then take the opportunity to summon Legion and Banehollow to make every calculation count. However, in the face of Zul'ra who suddenly came out, all these calculations failed.

Having his abacus revealed was not a big deal in the first place. What made Banehollow feel more horrified was that he was completely unable to capture the deepest emotions of the Trolls in front of him.

Baine Bloodhoof felt like he was in front of him, just like a chicken on a plate. At most, the chicken was about to fly, which made him a little surprised, and then he thought about what to do with the chicken.

Zul'ra was also very curious. He didn't know that it turned out that Dreadlords was such a weakling. He had already prepared to fight with the opponent for 300 rounds and then kill him, but in the end, he cut his wings and knocked him down with one move.

Just as he raised his sword, Zul'ra suddenly remembered that the devil could not be killed, especially Dreadlords, who were known to live and die.

This is not killing, nor is not killing. Zul'ra looked at the guy who was nailed to the ground by the sword, struggling but couldn't get away. It made people want to go up and help him. His thoughts fell into a tangled state. Should he kill or not kill?

"I surrender, surrender, take this sword away quickly." Banehollow felt the energy spreading in his lower abdomen, and he couldn't help raising his head in pain and begging for mercy. He was not afraid of death, but he didn't want to die so useless, and he didn't believe that this guy had no weaknesses in his heart.

"Oh." Zul'ra looked at Dreadlords begging for mercy, nodded, then turned around, helped the unconscious Naisha up, felt her breath, and then tried to pat her cheek.

"She is hypnotized, let me go, and I will wake her up." Banehollow looked at Trolls who was inspecting Naisha, and couldn't help but ask for conditions, wanting to use Naisha's safety to threaten him to let go of her.

"It turns out I was just hypnotized!" Zul'ra breathed a sigh of relief, and then, under the dull eyes of Banehollow, he walked towards the seriously injured Felonard on the other side.

"..." Banehollow looked at the guy who ignored him completely, cursed two demonic curses in his heart, and then tried to grab the sword stuck in his stomach with his four-finger claws, but he didn't want to touch the sword blade. The sword blade stuck in his lower abdomen immediately burst out with a trace of energy, cutting his muscles without letting them crack.

"Help! Please, either let me go or kill me!" Banehollow felt the pain in his body and couldn't help but cry out. On the one hand, it was really painful, and on the other hand, he wanted to stimulate Trolls.

Banehollow feels that the sword inserted in the stomach is causing trouble, and it must be the manipulation of the other party. What the other party does is a bit perverted, so if you scream, you may be able to arouse the perverted desire of the other party Bloodlust, and then bring out the darkness in your heart.

After howling twice, Banehollow discovered that the guy didn't even have any fluctuations in his heart. He was still checking Demon Hunter's injuries and was still treating him. The other person didn't have fluctuations, but he did.

"Please, let me go, let me go! Please, you shameless mortal, cowardly bastard, ugly Trolls..." Banehollow looked at Trolls who was concentrating on throwing healing spells at Demon Hunter. He felt his body hurt more and more, the tearing pain spread throughout his body, and his screams gradually began to turn into fierce insults.

"What are you howling for?" Zul'ra was treating Felonard and helping him touch a few bones. Hearing Dreadlords over there who first howled miserably and then insulted him, he couldn't help but frowned. I'm rescuing people here. What haven't I done to you yet?

"Sword, sword, this sword..." Banehollow felt the anger in Zul'ra's heart, and quickly stopped insulting him, pointing to the sword stuck in his stomach, which was releasing energy in his body.

"I'm not nailing you. I know it's uncomfortable to have a sword stuck in my stomach, but what should I do if I pull out the sword and you run away?" Zul'ra looked at the man Elves whose eyelids were moving slightly after receiving treatment. He reached out and patted his face, listened to his breathing, and saw that he was still unconscious, so he slapped him on the face.

"Are you awake?" Zul'ra looked at the guy whose eyelids were beating but didn't open his eyes, raised his fist and asked softly.

His twitching eyelids suddenly opened, and Felonard wanted to fight back immediately, but his right eye hurt, and there was a buzzing sound in his head, and then countless stars appeared in the dark night in front of him.

"Wake up now! Stop howling." Zul'ra looked at Felonard who stretched out his hand to cover his right eye and felt a little dizzy. He couldn't help but rub his chin and stood up, walking towards Banehollow who kept howling. He didn't know it, but he was startled.

"Hey, what's going on with you?" Zul'ra looked at Dreadlords's arms, hands and feet, and couldn't help but widen his eyes. The skin color of these guys was pale just now, but now it was full of bruises, and there was even congestion under the skin, as if someone had used an invisible knife to cut through the skin and cut the muscles in the body bit by bit.

"Quick, save me, it's this sword. Pull it out. I will promise you whatever you ask me to do." Banehollow looked at the guy who finally came over and quickly begged for mercy.

"Really?" Zul'ra looked at the painful Dreadlords and expressed a little doubt.

"Really..., hurry up, save me. If you don't save me, I will be dismembered by this sword. If I die, my soul will be attached to Naisha. Hurry up, please." Banehollow felt real fear for the first time. If this sword was nailed to his body again, some consequences would happen, and he could not predict it at all.

"Then let Naisha wake up first. Also, what if I let you go and you run away?" Zul'ra leaned over and carefully looked at the purple bruises spreading on Dreadlords's arms and neck.

"My real name is Banehollow." Banehollow felt as if his body was about to be dismembered, and he quickly made a sound. With his words, Naisha, who was originally in a coma, suddenly opened his eyes as if he was having a nightmare.