Shadow Lord

The guards at the cave entrance were killed swiftly, but the enemy was highly alert. The deep cave was like a hornet's nest, countless figures pouring out at once—Satyrs brandishing blades, skeletal undead baring their fangs and claws, as well as Orcs and human warlocks manufacturing Legion forces.

Facing the swarming fallen creatures, Zul'ra did not dare press forward. Standing where he was, he directed a streak of azure light with his mind, sending it weaving back and forth through the enemy ranks. One against a hundred, he stood unmoving. At his command, the Satyrs and undead fell one after another. As for the warlocks hidden among the crowd, they were struck down before they could even cast a spell.

In just five or six minutes, the azure light returned to his waist. Satyr corpses and undead bones littered the ground. Zul'ra let out a breath before the cave entrance, straightening the legs he had been ready to use to turn and run, then turned to wave at Banehollow and Felornas.

"Your so-called plan wasn't just to slaughter our way in, was it?" Felornas walked numbly up to Zul'ra. Looking at the corpses strewn all around, he still could not quite process it. Two or three hundred Satyrs and undead had been wiped out in less than ten minutes.

"Of course not. Hallow, lead the way." Zul'ra's abrupt turn nearly made Felornas throw out his back. The three of them were attacking Shadow Hold?

While Felornas was still reeling, Banehollow, who had been standing beside him with his head bowed in dejection, had already stepped forward to lead the way. Felornas could not help opening his mouth toward Zul'ra.

"Hallow, you won't lead me into a trap, will you?" Zul'ra asked with a faint smile as he watched Banehollow walk