If there is such a thing as fate in the world, then I am afraid there is no more apt example than Shore and Heishore.

Two people share a name, and both are Madias in the truest sense of the word. Shore, one native of this world, has suffered a strange disaster, and the other lives in a timeline that has collapsed, and the future is bleak.

The story of the rise of the Dark Blade forges a never-ending battle between Shore and Black Shore, with the simple goal of eliminating each other and making their existence more justified.

Seriously, the two of them are "fighting for themselves" in the true sense.

"You're no match for him, Shore!"

The voice of the mysterious old Ghani echoed in Shore's heart:

"There's something wrong with his body... That's not at all like the strength and agility that a normal human should have, he has a lot of stamina, and this kind of battle is not good for you! Run, you have a shadow affinity, and he can't catch you in the shadows. ”

In the face of this suggestion, Shore was silent, in front of his eyes, Black Shore's violent offensive was even crazier than before, and after Black Shore, who originally only had the body of a ghost, had already surpassed the limits of mortal beings after possessing a "god-given" body.

"You feel it, right? Shore! This body... This is not an evil body, a life juice, a holy light, and a fire of life made of some strange black magic, this body was born more "sacred" than any mythical story you know! It gave me another future, a future you would never have had! ”

The hazy voice of Heshore echoed through the winds of battle:

"My body is pure and strong, you can't win! Throw in the towel, throw in the towel... I'll give you a good time! It's mine... Brothers! ”

"Poof"

Shore sideways through the dagger's stabbing blow, but could not dodge the shadow blade rolled up by Black Shore, a splash of blood jumped out of his arm, between the sharp sting, Shore suddenly jumped out of the battle circle, panting and looking at the victory in front of him, the latter did not immediately rush to kill them all, he was fully experiencing the pleasure of the predator.

Shore looked at his mortal enemy, he looked at the scar on his arm again, he knew... For the sake of victory, he should perhaps make some "sacrifices".

"Old Gini!"

He called out in his heart for the "old friend" he had met unexpectedly in the past few years.

"Huh? Are you going to escape? Great, old Garney will show you the way..."

Old Garney's strange voice rang out, and it thought Shore was going to escape, but that wasn't Shore's purpose.

"No, I mean... Did your promise count before? ”

"What?"

The Loa god Ghani looked a little confused, and the next moment, Shore gritted his teeth and said his request.

"Be your priest and share your power, just like the trolls who believe in other Loa."

"Oh, Shore, my dear believer, you've finally figured it out, it's great... Come, then, and share the power of me, Ghani, the god of thieves and scavengers..."

Shore shook his head with difficulty, and under Black Shore's gaze, he stretched his body, allowing the power that belonged to Loa, like a tumbling mist, to wrap around his body layer by layer, making Shore look like some kind of "second-stage evolution" guy, and at the same time that the black god pattern appeared on his arm, Shore whispered:

"Please, old Ghani, don't say your name anymore, it's... It's a shame. ”

The next moment, Shore looked at the surprised Black Shore in front of him, and layers of strange runes began to flow in the palm of his hand, and he beckoned to Black Shore:

"Come on! Heishal, show you a..."good stuff"! ”

"Buzz"

The shadows flickered, the beasts roared, and at this moment, the power that belonged to the gods of thieves and scavengers, the power that belonged to Loa burst out on the ridge of the Red Ridge Mountain, and the moment Heshore turned around, a dozen swift pirate dragons draped in dark armor, razor-sharp claws with terrifying bony fingers, and troll-style masks burst out of the shadows, their eyes exuding wild madness and power that did not belong to the living creatures.

With an unpleasant roar, these old Gani's heirs trapped Black Shore in the dark labyrinth of Loa, and Loa's power filled the ground under their feet, cutting off all connection between the outside world and the place.

"Bang"

The swords and daggers collided again, sparks splashed, darkness rolled, and surrounded by hordes of armed poaching dragons, the rejuvenated Shore raised his head, his face covered with strange totems belonging to the god Luoa, which looked very unique and very... Dangerous.

Shore's eyes sparkled, and he staggered past Black Shore, who whispered in a hoarse voice:

"Now, our battle is fair... You're right, Heshore, after tonight, there will only be one Shore in Azeroth..."

"That's... I! ”

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On the other side of the Red Ridge Mountains, outside the harbor of the Draenei, which had been abandoned for several years, faced with the agents of the Darkblade Intelligence Bureau rushing out from all directions. Ravenhold protected the master craftsman and continued to retreat in the direction of the strait, and in his arms, the teleportation stone made by all the ** divisions of the empire was heating slightly, representing that they were about to get out of the confined space.

"Let's go! Come on! Don't be in love! ”

Joraci wielded his sword with both hands, blocking the moon blade wielded by the bloody maid who jumped out of the shadows from behind, the Assassin Grand Master was proficient in all kinds of weapons and combat skills, he may not be the best at stealth and reconnaissance among the Assassin Grandmasters, but he was definitely the most capable of fighting among the Assassins.

Under the siege of the three armed maidens, the Assassin Grandmaster did not hesitate to follow his steps, and protected Mecatok as one person.

However, Jorazi's ability to deal with these high-ranking agents of the Darkblade Intelligence Bureau does not mean that others can also handle it easily, although in the diversion of Hermit and Shore, a lot of strength has been drawn away for this rescue team, but the Valkyries led by Shadow himself are still not so easy to dismiss.

These human and High Elf female assassins of the Sarein bloodline are very spicy, have amazing stealth skills, are highly trained in combat, and their terrifying manipulation of blood means that any enemy who bleeds in front of them will be quickly eliminated.

"Use this! Use this! ”

The Great Artisan is an intelligent warrior, he has the courage and usual agility that are rare for dwarves, but he is not suitable for the battlefield without a set of his own battle armor, and he knows this himself, so he does not rush out to cause chaos for Jorazi, but he also has his own methods to help Choraci.

Mecatok tossed a special bracelet to Jorazi, who struggled to fasten it to his wrist between being besieged, and amid the shrill laughter of the master craftsman, a strong blue current visible to the naked eye rushed out of the bracelet and wrapped around the Assassin's sword, causing any agent who came into contact with it to fall into temporary paralysis.

Although the paralysis lasted only a few seconds, for a character like Jorazzi, a few seconds were enough time for him to dismember a cow.

"Boom"

The powerful swords of war were swung and brought a brilliant halo in the darkness, and the agents besieging Joraci were cut to the ground, and Choraci and several of the assassins around him seized the opportunity to use shadow steps to escape the battlefield.

No one turned back to help the warriors trapped in the darkness, and everyone knew that the Imperial warriors who were willing to give everything in this rescue were no longer saved.

"Boom, boom"

Two loud bangs rang out on the battlefield behind them, as the warriors detonated the explosives they were carrying, using their bodies and lives to buy time for the rescuers.

This sacrifice was great and cruel, behind Chorazzi, the master craftsman covered his ears stiffly, he didn't want to hear the terrible sound, but not out of fear, in this cold night, his eyes were already moist, as a pacifist, if he could, Mecatok did not want these warriors to die to save him... But he also knew that the Empire had paid such a terrible price to rescue him...

Like Lothar, Mecatok does not believe that Darkblade can be ruthless in order to exterminate other civilizations if he has a great goal, he does not want to see the whole world in flames, and he must sacrifice his strength for peace.

People like the Great Craftsman know one thing very well: if you have enough power, but you don't do anything to stop something, then everything that happens after that... It's all your responsibility! That kind of responsibility, that kind of fear, is something you can never escape.

"Let's go! Don't be in love! ”

The Assassin Grandmaster Chorazi, who has never liked the Imperial Bureaucrats, also became hoarse at this moment, he clenched the war knife in his hand tightly, and his posture became more crazy between slashing and slashing all the way, the top assassin's extreme perception of combat was vividly reflected in this night, between the charges, Joraci almost killed one person in one step, and forced the master craftsman on his back, and fought his way out of the siege of the Darkblade agents.

However, just in front of the narrow road leading to the strait, a slender figure stood in front of them, the white-masked figure holding a blood-red rose sword in one hand, and a thorny whip hanging low on the ground in the other, the wind blowing her blood-red trench coat, and the hair coiled up behind her head was also lowered at this moment.

Between the fluttering of her long blood-red hair, Shadow held the blood-colored sword in her hand in front of her, her voice echoing in the night like the coldest ice.

"That's it... Lay down your weapons and take them in hand, or I'll hack you to death and go back with the corpses! ”

"Don't talk big! Girl. ”

Joras put down the master craftsman behind him and glanced at several other master assassins, he moved his neck, and between the ten fingers, the silver war knife rotated around his wrist, he looked at the shadow in front of him, as if looking at a challenger, he whispered:

"I'm in a bad mood tonight, and you look like a tough guy... Don't let me down. ”

The moment the words fell, the figures of Joraci and the shadow disappeared in place at the same time, and between the collision of the blood-colored halo and the dark power of the assassin, a layer of strong wind whistled in all directions, slicing the surrounding masonry to pieces.

And between the two groups of guys who couldn't see clearly, the other master assassins escorted the master craftsmen, bypassed the battlefield, and rushed to the bay deep into the sea, this action could not hide from the shadows, and the agents she brought, and between the shadows roaring, the last of the fugitives were also surrounded by enemies who rushed out of the darkness.

"Leave me alone, let's go."

Seeing this, the master craftsman gritted his teeth and took a step forward, his short body breathing rapidly, and shouted to the assassins behind him:

"Let's go, there's no more..."

"Wow"

At the moment of the great craftsman's despair, a whistling black shadow flew out of the darkness, smashing the dark blade agent in front of the master craftsman to the ground, the bloody maid gritted her teeth and got up, looking ahead, only to find that what knocked her down was only a black shield...

"Boom"

In the next second, a tall figure jumped from under the strait to the reef, he silently carried the heavy black sword, and crashed into the agents who prevented the master craftsman from leaving like an attacking siege vehicle between the bricks and stones, and the substantial anger power wrapped around his body, the heavy pressure between his every move, like an aura, enveloped those agents.

"Bang"

The sudden slash knocked down a human female assassin, and he pulled out his backhand the tower shield stuck in the ground, holding it horizontally in front of him, blocking the bullets that were sprayed in front of him, and under the black hideous spike mask was a pair of bloodshot eyes, and on his right eye, there was a terrifying scar.

"Roar!"

He let out an inspiring battle cry, holding a shield in his left hand, and between the strength of his legs, the whole person fit again and crashed out, this blow was full of brutal impact, slamming the two agents who could not dodge into the strait, and in the shadows behind him, the agents jumped out of the darkness, wanting to make a kill, but the dark figure just turned around, raised his left foot high, and then smashed down.

"Boom"

The slender strait seemed to shake for a moment under the trampling of the war, the cracked and flying masonry interrupting the attacks of the assassins in the shadows, and then the roaring tower shield, the most unpretentious shield of this defensive warrior on the battlefield showed terrifying lethality in the darkness, the slender High Elf agents were thrown into the sky like cannonballs that had been blown away, and the rest were slashed by the silent warrior with a sword and a fierce skull.

In just one minute, the agents besieging the Great Artisan were completely wiped out by this brutal warrior who suddenly appeared, and he glanced back at the Great Artisan who was protected by the assassins, and the meaning in those eyes was clear.

"No need to be afraid! Because... I'm coming! ”