If there is such a thing as fate in the world, then perhaps there is no more appropriate example than Shore and Black Shore.
The two people share the same name. Both of them are Mathias Shore in the true sense. One was born and raised in this world, but encountered a strange disaster, and the other lives in a collapsed timeline with a bleak future.
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The story of the rise of the Dark Blade created the never-ending battle between Shore and Black Shore. Their purpose was simple, to eliminate each other and make their own existence more justifiable.
To be honest, the two of them are "fighting for themselves" in the true sense.
"You are no match for him, Shore!"
The mysterious old Gani's voice echoed in Xiao's heart:
"There's something wrong with his body... It's not like the strength and agility that normal humans should have at all. He has full endurance. Such a battle will be very detrimental to you! Run away. You have Shadow Affinity. He can't possibly be there."
Catch you in the shadows."
Faced with this suggestion, Xiaoer remained silent. In front of his eyes, Black Xiaoer's violent offensive was even crazier than before. Black Xiaoer, who originally only had a ghost body, had already acquired a "god-given" body.
It has exceeded the limits that mortals should have.
"You feel it too, right? Shore! This body... This is not an evil body made with some weird black magic. The juice of life, the holy light and the fire of life. The birth of this body is more...
Any fairy tale you know is more divine! It gives me another future, a future you can never reach!"
Black Shore's gloomy voice echoed in the fierce wind caused by the battle:
"My body is pure and powerful, you can't win! Give up, give up...I will give you a pleasure! My...brother!"
"puff"
Shaw turned sideways to survive the dagger's stab, but failed to dodge the shadow blade curled up by Black Shaw. A splash of blood jumped out from his arm. Amid the severe sting, Shaw suddenly jumped out of the battle circle.
, panting and looking at Heishuer, who had a chance to win in front of him. The latter did not immediately rush forward to kill them all. He was fully experiencing the joy of being a predator.
Shore looked at his destined enemy, and then at the scars on his arms. He knew... that in order to win, he might have to make some "sacrifice".
"Old Garni!"
In his heart, he called out to the "old friend" he had unexpectedly met in the past few years.
"Huh? Are you going to run away? Great, old Gani will guide you in the direction..."
Old Garni's strange voice sounded, and it thought Shaw was going to escape, but this was not Shaw's purpose.
"No, I mean...does your previous promise still count?"
"What?"
Loa Gani seemed a little confused, and the next moment, Xiao gritted his teeth and spoke out his request.
"Become your priest and share your power, just like the trolls who worship other loa."
"Oh, Shore, my dear believer, you have finally figured it out, this is great...Then come and share the power of me, Garni, the God of Thieves and Scavengers..."
Xiao shook his head with difficulty. Under Black Xiao'er's gaze, he stretched his body and allowed the power belonging to Loa to wrap around his body layer by layer like rolling mist.
Er looked like some kind of "second-stage evolution" guy. At the same time that black divine patterns appeared on his arms, Xiao Er whispered:
"Please, old Garni, don't say your name again, it's... it's so embarrassing."
The next moment, Xiao Er looked at the surprised Black Shaw. Layers of strange runes began to flow in his hands. He waved to Black Shaw:
"Come! Blackshore, let me show you a..."good thing"!"
"Buzz"
Shadows moved and beasts roared. At this moment, the power belonging to Loa, the god of thieves and scavengers, exploded on the ridge of Redridge Mountain. The moment Blackshore turned around, more than a dozen beasts were covered in dark armor.
The swift poachers with terrifying bone fingers on their sharp claws and wearing troll-style masks rushed out of the shadows. Their eyes exuded wild madness and a power that was not expected of living creatures in this world.
Amidst the unpleasant roars, these heirs of old Garni trapped Blackshore in the dark maze of Loa. The power of Loa filled the ground under their feet, and the outside world and this place were completely trapped.
All local ties were severed.
"Bang"
The sword and the dagger collided again, sparks flew everywhere, and darkness rolled. Surrounded by groups of armed poachers, the rejuvenated Shaw raised his head, his face covered with strange patterns belonging to Loa.
The totem looks very unique and very...dangerous.
Xiao'er's eyes were shining with light. He and Hei Xiaoer passed each other. He whispered in a hoarse voice:
"Now, our battle is fair... You are right, Black Shore, after tonight, there can only be one Shore in Azeroth..."
"That's...me!"
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On the other side of the Redridge Mountains, outside the draenei port that had been abandoned for several years, facing the agents of the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency rushing out from all directions, Jorach Ravenholdt protected him.
The great craftsman kept retreating towards the strait. In his arms, the teleportation stone jointly made by all the great mages of the empire was heating up slightly, indicating that they were about to escape from the imprisoned space.
"Go! Go quickly! Stop fighting!"
Jorazzi waved his sword with both hands, blocking the moon blade swung by the Blood Maid who jumped out of the shadows from behind. This grand master of assassins is proficient in various weapons and combat skills. He may not be the best at stealth and detection among the master assassins, but he is definitely
They are the most capable type of assassins.
Under the siege of the three armed maids, the Assassin Grandmaster kept his pace and protected Mekkatorque by himself and kept retreating.
But Jolazi's ability to cope with these high-level agents of the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency does not mean that others can also cope with it. Although the diversion of Hemet and Shore has attracted a lot of strength to this rescue team,
But the Valkyries, led by Shadow himself, are still not so easy to dismiss.
These female assassins of humans and high elves with the blood of Sarain are very capable, and their stealth skills are extremely amazing. They have received very professional combat training, coupled with their terrifying manipulation of blood, it means that anyone who bleeds in front of them will
Enemies will be destroyed quickly.
"Use this! Use this!"
The Great Craftsman is an intelligent warrior. He has the rare courage and consistent agility of dwarves. However, without a set of armor developed by himself, the Great Craftsman is not suitable for going to the battlefield. He himself knows this, so he does not rush into it.
He rushed out to cause trouble for Ciolacci, but he also had his own way of helping Cioracchi.
Mekkatorque threw a special pair of bracelets to Jorazi, who struggled to fasten the bracelet on his wrist while being surrounded. Amidst the high-pitched laughter of the great craftsman, a strong blue electric current visible to the naked eye erupted from
The bracelet surged out and wrapped around the assassin's sword, causing any agent who came into contact with the sword to fall into temporary paralysis.
Although the paralysis only lasts for a few seconds, for a person like Qiao Lazi, a few seconds is enough for him to cut a cow into pieces.
"Swish, swish, swish"
The sword with a strong current flowing through it created a brilliant halo in the darkness as it was being swung. The agents who besieged Qiao Lazi were cut down to the ground. Qiao Lazi and several assassins around him seized the opportunity and used Shadow Steps.
Escaping from the battlefield.
No one looked back to help those warriors trapped in the darkness. Everyone knew that those Imperial warriors who were willing to sacrifice everything in this rescue were no longer saved.
"Boom, boom"
Two loud noises sounded on the battlefield behind them. It was the warriors who detonated the explosives they carried with them, using their bodies and lives to buy time for the rescuers.
This kind of sacrifice is great and cruel. Behind Qiao Laqi, the great craftsman covered his ears tightly. He didn't want to hear the terrifying sound, but it was not because of fear. In this cold night, his eyes were already filled with tears.
Moist, as a pacifist, if possible, Mekkatorque does not want these warriors to die to save him... but he also knows the significance of the empire spending such a terrible price to rescue him.
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Like Lothar, Mekkatorque does not believe that Dark Blade can ruthlessly destroy other civilizations if it has a great goal as its premise. He does not want to see the entire world fall into war. He must work for peace.
Give your own strength.
People like the Great Craftsman know one truth very well: if you have enough power but do nothing to prevent something, then everything that happens after that... is your responsibility! That kind of responsibility, that kind of fear,
It's something you can never escape.
"Let's go! Stop fighting!"
Grand Assassin Jorazzi, who had never liked imperial bureaucrats very much, his voice became hoarse at this moment. He clenched the sword in his hand tightly, and his posture became even crazier while slashing along the way. The top assassin was very interested in fighting.
His extreme perception was vividly reflected in the night. During the charge, Qiao Laqi almost killed one person in one step. He carried the great craftsman on his back and fought his way out of the siege of the Dark Blade agents.
However, just in front of the narrow road leading to the strait, a slender figure was standing in front of them. The figure with a white mask held a blood-red rose stabbing sword in one hand, and a thorn whip hung low on the ground. The wind blew
Her blood-red trench coat and the hair tied behind her head were let down at this moment.
While her long blood-red hair was flying, Shadow held the blood-red stabbing sword in front of her. Her voice echoed in the night, like the coldest ice.
"That's it...put down your weapons and surrender, or I'll chop you to death and take your bodies back with you!"
"Stop talking nonsense, little girl."
Choraci put down the great craftsman behind him and winked at the other master assassins. He moved his neck, and with his fingers turning, the silver sword rotated around his wrist. He looked at the shadow in front of him, and
As if looking at a challenger, he said softly:
"I'm in a bad mood tonight, and you look like a tough guy...don't let me down."
The moment the words fell, Jolaqi and the shadow figures disappeared from the same place at the same time. Between the collision of the bloody halo and the assassin's shadow power, a layer of strong wind roared in all directions, cutting the surrounding bricks into pieces.
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While the two groups of guys who couldn't see clearly were fighting, the other master assassins protected the great craftsman, bypassed the battlefield, and rushed towards the bay deep into the sea. This action could not be hidden from the shadow and what she had brought.
Those agents, as the shadows roared, this last group of escapees were also surrounded by enemies rushing out of the darkness.
"Leave me alone, let's go."
Seeing this situation, the great craftsman gritted his teeth and took a step forward. His short body breathed rapidly and shouted to the assassins behind him:
"Let's go quickly, there is no more..."
"Wow"
Just when the great craftsman was in despair, a roaring black shadow flew out of the darkness, knocking the Dark Blade agent in front of the great craftsman to the ground. The blood maid gritted her teeth and got up, looking forward.
, only to find that what knocked her down was just a black shield...
"boom"
The next second, a tall figure jumped from the strait to the reef. He silently held up the heavy black sword, and while the bricks and stones were flying, he fit into the block like an attacking siege vehicle.
Among the agents who left the great craftsman, substantial power of anger wrapped around his body, and the heavy pressure brought about by every move was like an aura, shrouding those agents.
"Bang"
This guy who suddenly came out of nowhere knocked down a human female assassin. He pulled out the tower shield stuck on the ground with his backhand, held the shield horizontally in front of him, and blocked the bullets sprayed in front of him. Under the black and ferocious spiked mask,
, is a pair of bloodshot eyes, and on the right eye, there is a terrifying scar.
"roar!"
He let out an inspiring war cry, holding the shield in his left hand, using both legs to force himself, and the whole body fit together again and slammed out. This blow was so brutal that it knocked the two agents who could not dodge into the strait.
Next, in the shadow behind him, agents jumped out of the darkness and wanted to make a killing blow, but the dark figure just turned around, raised his left foot high, and then slammed it down.
"boom"
The slender strait seemed to sway for a moment under the trampling of war. The cracked and flying masonry interrupted the attack of the assassin in the shadow, and then came the roaring tower shield. This kind of defensive warrior on the battlefield
The most simple and unpretentious shield attack showed terrifying lethality in this darkness. The slender high elf agents were thrown into the sky like cannonballs, while the remaining ones were thrown into the sky by the silent warrior.
One sword and one ruthless owl.
In just one minute, the agents who besieged the great craftsman were completely eliminated by this arrogant warrior who suddenly appeared. He looked back at the great craftsman who was protected by the assassins, and the meaning expressed in his eyes was very clear.