Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1 Wedge. Drake's Last Day

In the raging Khaz Modan sea area, the advance unit of the Kul Tiras 3rd Fleet has only the last battleship left, still struggling on the sea.

No one expected that the orcs who broke through the Dark Portal from another world overturned most of the eastern continent and destroyed the Kingdom of Stormwind, would choose to cross the sea and attack the Hillsbrad Hills today.

No one would have thought that the orcs would also dispatch red dragon escorts that should not exist in mortal wars.

Those damn green-skinned destroyers aren't as foolish as they seem.

There were also wise men among them, who used the only trump card in their hands that could suppress the Kul Tiras fleet when the surprise battle started.

That's a dragon!

Creatures that only exist in human legends!

Who would have thought that these rude orcs could actually control them?

"The red dragon is coming! Be careful! Dodge!"

On the deck of the advance fleet flagship "Dreadnought", the navigator's elongated voice echoed with the alarm bell.

But the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground from higher altitudes, mixed with the sound of the sea burning, was more piercing than the alarm bell, making everyone alive feel horrified at this moment.

Prince Derek Proudmoore, who was wearing a Kul Tiran navy coat and royal sash, was soaked in blood. At his feet lay the corpses of four orc warriors.

The deck of the ignited battleship has been tilted. The tired prince holding the sword raised his head, and saw a red dragon hovering in the sky, continuously spraying dragon fire from its mouth, and igniting the back deck of the Intrepid.

The scales on the huge creature reflected the fire, and the huge dragon eyes shone with the light of chaos and madness, making it look like a world-destroying giant crawling out of hell.

"Dragon!"

In the chaos, the young prince knew he would not live today.

Before the fate came, he never thought that he would die in such a scene.

Before setting sail this time, he never imagined that the ordinary transportation and patrol missions would end in such an ending.

But as a member of the Proudmoore family, even at the moment of death, he must learn from his father and never live as a coward.

He is the king of the Kingdom of Kul Tiras, the son of Admiral Dailin Proudmoore!

He is the big brother of Jaina Proudmoore and Tenred Proudmoore!

He is the prince of the Kingdom of Kul Tiras!

He is the commander of this fleet!

He's going to die like a man!

At the last moment of his life, His Royal Highness was still passionate. He tore off the blood-stained ribbon on his body, and spit bloody saliva at his feet.

He grabbed a silver anchor pendant from his chest, and held it firmly in his hand.

"Orc! Come! Come kill me!"

The prince raised his head, his eyes were full of sorrow and anger. In the roar of the last battle cry, the orc knight above his head also saw the broken royal cloak on Prince De's body.

It suddenly lit up.

The fierce and ugly orc roared, pulled up the reins, made the red dragon spin around in the air, and rushed towards the prince below with a howl.

The mouth of the red dragon is full of dragon fire.

The moment it came down, the flames spurted out, and the scorching flames came towards him. The bloody prince clasped the pendant in his hand, closed his eyes, and the sword in his hand fell.

"I'm sorry, Father, I have let you down. I have no chance to complete my mission and return the polluted holy vessel to its owners."

"I'm sorry, mother, I have no chance to return to my hometown, please don't cry for me."

"I'm sorry, Anna, Tenred, Big Brother can no longer accompany you, you must protect Kul Tiras for me.

farewell.

my hometown.

My Homeland.

my family. "

"Boom"

This blast of dragon fire was like a war hammer, blasting on the deck of the battleship, smashing it into pieces, and igniting the ammunition depot. The fragments of the battleship that exploded and fractured were scattered everywhere.

The entire sea was covered with a layer of burning fire.

The orc dragoon who killed an important target roared excitedly. Just now, he got a chance to become a hero of the tribe, and he seized that chance.

He will be the Nova War Star of the Horde!

Like Grom Hellscream, he will become a respected warlord, and because of this wonderful kill, he will have his own clan!

In the excited roar of the orc, he and his red dragon went away into the sky.

He was going to bring the good news to the warchief.

The generous Warchief Orgrim Doomhammer will reward him for it!

(end of this chapter)