Blood Roar is not a simple warrior weapon, in fact, in the world view of the orcs, there is no such distinct difference between warriors, hunters, and shamans, this weapon is a symbol of the inheritance of the Warsong clan, and it is a symbol of civilization that has been passed down for thousands of years. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The countless chieftains of the Warsong clan have fought with blood roars, among them are shamans, warriors, and hunters, so this battle axe can actually be seen as a magic weapon, at least when Dick injected the power of holy light into it, its amazing conductivity to energy made Dick staggered.

To be honest, Dick couldn't imagine how the orcs of those nomadic tribes made weapons like Blood Roar in the first place, you know, in the world of Azeroth, those metals with excellent energy conductivity are all available but not sought.

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, feeling the feeling completely different from the war hammer, feeling the sharp and burning axe blade split the body of the demon in front of him, Dick's heart suddenly flooded with heroism.

"Who dares to stop me!"

The paladin roared angrily, and the holy light flail in his hand smashed forward, smashing the two satyr demons who couldn't dodge to the ground, and before they could wake up from their coma, the sharp axe blade slashed through their necks, and two more evil beings returned to the sky.

The Blue Fire Trail in the game is the gathering place of Sartre's demons, and the real world is the same, when Dick turned over from the ridge, he saw a group of Sartre brandishing weapons and rushing towards him, but this kind of low-level demon of the Burning Legion is no longer in Dick's eyes.

Sartre is mentioned in a variety of myths, their biggest ability, is to dream and kill, if you are invaded by a Sartre dream, it is difficult to avoid the killing of these guys in the dream, but compared to this ethereal dream technique, their actual combat effectiveness is very poor!

After all, it's just a demon transformed by the Night Elves... Even just half-demons, whether it is strength or agility, have not been able to surpass the template of ordinary creatures, and many of them are good at shadow magic, but although the fire of justice is temporarily unusable because of Anvina, the strong elemental resistance it comes with is still blessed on Dick, and the paladin can almost completely ignore these shadow magic, like an unstoppable beast, rushing into this group of satyrs.

"Wherever I stand, there is righteousness!"

The battle axe in Dick's hand slashed forward, and the holy energy in his body poured into the earth beneath his feet, and soon, the power of scorching holy light erupted from beneath the ground, and the blazing heat made these satyrs scream and want to dodge, but they couldn't dodge, and the thin black roots rushed out of the ground and pierced into the soles of their feet.

Under Dick's complicated gaze, the sound of drinking water sounded again, and the satyrs felt in horror that their strength was being drained, and their bodies that fell to the ground were burned by the holy light, and soon turned into dry bones.

On the battlefield against Malones, the Bloody Oak saved Dick's life, but it also put a lot of pressure on Dick, and he was completely unable to control the oak that had taken root in his body, and every time he fought, these oaks would actively activate and drain the life of all living beings around him.

It's a terrible feeling! The paladin feels like he has the potential to be a villain!

Although the bloody oak will convert a large part of his life to Dick, the paladin can feel that the strange tree in his body is growing every day, and it may not be long before Dick suffers the same sad fate as Harveys and completely becomes a vampire oak.

The worst thing is that the deer helmet, the initiator of all this, seems to have disappeared, whether it is please Garrod or the syndicate assassins sent by himself, it is like a stone has sunk into the sea, and the deer helmet has disappeared!

And Dick couldn't trust Malfurion, the Great Druid and Tyrande were of the same mind, and who knows what means he would use against himself?

A dagger hidden in the dark will always be more threatening than a knife or gun in front of you!

"Get out of here!"

Coupled with the fact that Liadeline didn't know whether she was alive or dead, all this made Dick feel very bad, when he dispersed these Sartre, his attack became extremely ruthless, and as soon as his hand was raised, a golden giant sword rushed out of the palm of his hand, piercing the body of the two Sartre, Dick rushed forward, and at the moment of stopping, his body rotated, and he slashed down with a golden battle axe.

This blow completely split Sartre who was blocking the way in front of him, these half-demons who bullied the soft and feared the hard, after their own front was forcefully penetrated, saw Dick so brave, and then saw the evil star turn his head, they screamed and scattered.

The paladin snorted coldly, slung his battle axe over his shoulder, and strode towards the deepest part of the Blue Fire Path.

The magic of the demons is too rough, and the control of most of the demons is also a terrible mess, and they can't be expected to do some delicate work at all, so the work of controlling magic items to corrode this land is naturally left to those demon believers.

That is, the warlocks!

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

You can't expect a group of guys who deal with demons all day long to be sanity, so most of the warlocks are both good and evil characters, and they use demonic powers, and even their style of behavior has become confused, which is why warlocks are not treated well by orthodox society.

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

So when Dick strode into the empty camp of Sartre, a cloud of shadow arrows full of corrosive magic flew in front of him, and the ruthless creature in the green robe let out a quackling laugh, and with a wave of his hand, a large area of sulfur fire flew out of his palm, and filled the space where Dick dodged.

The paladin couldn't even dodge before he was consumed by the shadow arrows and brimstone fire, and the warlock who had succeeded in the sneak attack tilted his head to look, waved his hand and threw out a cloud of purple flames, and then walked up to the burning figure with a wooden staff.

"Hey, hey, stupid man who dares to challenge the power of his master! you are nothing, now let the great..."

"Click!"

A metal arm wrapped in a golden sheen peeked out of the flames of the shadows, grabbing the unprepared warlock's neck like a pincer, lifting him into the air like a chicken. Dick strode out of the shadow flames, the light enveloping the surface of his body, the corrosive power and sulfur-smelling flames that did not hurt Dick's body at all.

"Great... What?"

Frankly speaking, the strength of this warlock is very good, he has reached the level of a rare elite, give 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 Gul'dan's skull?"

Dick was to be caught in the air, the struggling warlock still on the ground, the bloody roar of the searing axe against his neck, looking indifferently at the human who had thrown himself into the darkness.

Because of long-term exposure to strange evil powers, 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.

The holy light came out of its sheath, and the golden sword slammed into the humble house in front of it like a cannonball, piercing the two walls along with the body of the sneak attacker, and then turned into a golden flame and rose up, and the warlock lying on the ground shuddered from his companion's deathbed wail, and he could even imagine the extreme pain of his companion's body being burned by the holy flame.

Dealing with the sneak attacker, Dick set his eyes on the warlock in front of him again,

"I'll ask one last time, where is the skull of Gul'dan?"

The Warlock was silent, and it could be seen that he was hesitating to tell Dick the truth, but Dick's troubles were obviously not over, and at the moment when the Warlock opened his mouth, a purple-black spatial rift appeared behind him, and a pair of blue claws poked out of it.

Dreaddemon! A monster that Dick had seen once!

The ugly demon head, the huge bat wings, and the demonic mouth on the abdomen made this monster disgusting to the extreme, and Dick could feel that it was a lord-level dreaddemon, and he sneered as he looked at the warlock's serious hope and struggle.

Turn around, Holy Avenger, on!

Order Judgment! Holy Light Unsheathed! Dragon's Power!

60 points of lord's power, 30 points of dragon power, and 60 points of holy avenger! plus Dick's own 150 points of strength, at this moment, but in terms of strength and agility attributes, Dick has stood at the peak of the lord rank, plus the 30% damage bonus of the Holy Avenger.

The first blow of the Order Judgment, the huge and brilliant Holy Light Flail stunned the Dreaddemon who had just stepped out of the portal, and then under the blow of Dick who exploded with all his strength, a dazzling and extreme blade of holy light slashed from the blade of the Blood Roar Battle Axe, and after the extremely sharp axe blade slashed through the body of the Feardemon, the milky white blade of holy light also slashed through the body of the Dreaddemon.

The blade of the axe, which had been magnified nearly ten times, flew out a long way, cutting a conspicuous knife mark on the mountain wall of the Blue Fire Path, and countless scattered stones fell from the sky and smashed on the ground.

"Uh..."

Dick gasped, retracted his tomahawk, moved his sore arm, and the wings of holy light behind him were controlled by his will, turning into a feather of light in the sky and scattering, the paladin turned his head and looked at the already frightened warlock on the ground, he took a step forward.

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

Lord-level Dreaddemon, kill in one hit!

"I... One last question, Gul'dan's Skull..."

"It's just... It's in that house, please, let me go..."

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Compared with the freehand chic on Dick's side, 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, these two super skills are used by Illidan every time, they will set off a bloody storm in the demon group around him.

But that doesn't change the dire situation Illidan faces.

After the wounded Tikdisio joined the battlefield, in the face of the swarming Dreaddemons and elite Demon Guardians, Illidan had no choice but to change his style from a head-on confrontation to a guerrilla war!

The strength of the Dreadlord Lord is absolutely strong, and Illidan is not sure of victory one-on-one, let alone these elite demons who are responsible for guarding Tikdiso.

Under the order of Tikdisio, the crazy demons used their bodies to surround Illidan in a small area, and the demon hunters fought very fiercely, if it weren't for the magic pattern that could absorb magic energy in battle, Illidan would have knelt long ago!

But this elf tough guy who has been locked up from the battle of antiquity to the present also has his own insistence, saying ten minutes, he must hold on to ten minutes, even if he is covered in blood now, he must grit his teeth and resist the siege of demons.

Illidan is a lone ranger, and at this time, he has not yet recruited the first group of elven warriors who are willing to join the darkness, so the team of Illidare, who will make the burning legion painful in the future, has not yet been formed, and he can only turn into a one-man battle line, blocking the ridge to the death.

Every time he danced the moon blade in his hand, he could harvest new souls, and these souls were quickly absorbed by Illidan to replenish his rapidly lost power, and he silently counted the time in his heart.

"548, 549, 550, Dick... Last minute!"

Rush forward, turn backward, and under the sword dance, everything is slashed! The eyes are swept away, and the demons retreat!

At the moment when Tikdiso, whose whole body was filled with blood-red light, rushed into the battlefield, Illidan suddenly turned around.

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

"Illidan!