Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1707 75. You just chop and leave the rest to the prophet in black

"It's really surprising that they actually won. I didn't expect the old man to win at all. After all, the firepower difference between the two sides is too great.

In the end, the old sea dog showed me the correct way to play the interstellar gang battle.

Tsk tsk, an old man in a family is like a treasure. "

On the ground of Port Hope, Braike held the bloody demonic document handed by Garona in his hand, and together with the orc female assassin, he looked up and watched the Antoran Wasteland full of fel magma fall from a high altitude in the distance. The Paraxis.

The second half of the demon flagship was completely on fire due to the explosion of the mana engine, like a torch that fell from the sky, and the black smoke was billowing with fine explosions.

Those fiery fragments fell on the demon's position like a meteor shower, forming a scene of wonders on this fierce and cruel battlefield.

Naturally, the morale of the anti-magic coalition forces has been boosted.

The damn spaceships of the demons have been shot down by us, our coalition forces are truly invincible!

And the demons didn't have much reaction.

Probably because they have received orders from high-level officials, requiring them to persist in fighting under any circumstances. Therefore, the demons did not choose to withdraw because of the crash of the flagship. The shrouded port of hope shouted to kill.

Looking down from the higher area where Braike is located, the battle in the small half of Antoran Wastes is close at hand.

Even if the Iron Legion charged as far as possible into the area controlled by the demons with fearless desperation, it was still a drop in the bucket from the perspective of the overall environment.

In order to achieve a balance of power between the Antoran wasteland and the demons, with Laike's direct sense, the number of Iron Legion must at least triple.

However, the Iron Warriors currently being sent to the Antoran wasteland are already in stock after Ulduar's furnace of will was fully activated for several months.

Ra-den even sent the last batch of mogu stone figurines and sapphire colossi sealed away from the time of Thor to the battlefield.

Azeroth can't produce more Iron Warriors.

"Sooner or later, if we continue to consume like this, we will have to finish playing, and we will have to run out of ammunition and food in a week at most."

The pirate curled his lips, looked away and glanced at the demon information in his hand, then handed the bloody letters to Garona who was also silent, and said to the orc female assassin:

"Take it to the Hall of Valor and give it to Commander Garrod. I'm just a battlefield safari now. I'm too lazy to read these. I'm going to have some fun."

"Looking for fun? You'd better support your subordinates."

Garona complained angrily:

"The local devil assassins are attacking everywhere like crazy, and the elites of the Uncrowned have suffered heavy damage, and several teams have been damaged in just one hour.

If Shaw hadn't brought his subordinates to take over part of the defense, your well-trained assassins would be wiped out within a few days.

And the watchmen.

I've talked to their wounded before, and your little lover, Ms. Maiev, has been taking them cruising near the devil's terminal dock, and they want to destroy the devil's starship.

But I think it's unreliable.

I don't doubt the combat effectiveness of the watchmen, but their number is too small, and one person is not enough to blow up a ship. What's more, the number of demons at the terminal dock is simply outrageous!

That was a deadly mission.

You better get them back. "

"Isn't it more powerful to resurrect the dead as undead assassins? For the spirit of my wolves, the flesh that hurts and bleeds is just a drag."

The pirate said casually:

"As for the watchmen, if they choose their target, it is even more impossible for them to listen to me and return to the camp honestly. Those who dare to come here are ready to die in battle. Their only fear is that they die worthless.

Open your eyes and see, Garona!

This is a war that belongs to everyone, and even I have no right to interfere with the change that my followers with lofty ideals use their hands to bring about.

What they pursue is the realization of ideals and self-creeds.

As the second in command, you still haven't understood this. It seems that you need a "special training" for the uncrowned. "

Garona expressed her disdain for this lunatic's statement. She picked up the documents she got and was about to go to the Hall of Valor. When she left, Bu Laike, who was playing with the poisonous dog teeth, suddenly asked:

"Where is Kargath now? That guy thought he was hiding in the spaceship and came to Argus so I couldn't smell him. How stupid."

"he"

Garona hesitated for a moment, then whispered:

"Chief Bladefist took the last of his battered followers to Antorus Hold. He said Grom's old dog stole his fun, and he was looking for more."

"Damn! That bastard will die there, and I have to collect his body!"

Bu Laike scolded:

"If you want to be cannon fodder, you have to find a suitable battlefield, right? Did he go to Kil'jaeden's nose to die? Hey, Rexxar! The paladins went to the mountains, and you take the rangers to follow .”

The stinky pirate cursed a few words, then turned his head and shouted to Rexxar who had just returned from hunting with Misha the Big Bear:

"It suddenly occurred to me that evil dogs are also classified as beasts, maybe you can find a way to tame them, this kind of thing is impossible for other hunters.

But maybe you will find a way. "

"Well, I'll try it."

The silent Rexxar did not refuse the request, and he set off on a Wyvern soon, and Bu Laike also gave up the idea of ​​going hunting, and followed Garona to the Hall of Valor through the reduced version of the Gate of Valor.

It was a coincidence that he came here, and several commanders headed by Garrod were having a meeting here.

In the Hall of Heroes, where Odin used to test the warriors before, a huge sand table was placed in front of the commanders, on which the terrain of the entire Antoran Wasteland was outlined with military-grade standards.

The two wounded little-hoofed Lightcasters held the putters and followed the commanders' war deduction, constantly placing the black flag representing the devil and the flags of various colors representing the anti-magic alliance back and forth.

Although His Majesty Fao is not a military commander, seeing his frown, you can tell that the deduction just now put him under great pressure.

"There is no other way!"

Orc Commander Eitrigg's low, weary voice was heard as Laike and Garona entered the makeshift command hall.

The unshaven old orc, who hadn't had a good rest for several days, stared at the trend of the sand table in front of him, which failed again and was surrounded by demons, and said:

"We have tried more than 30 times, and the best result is to kill half of the demon's troops with the help of the life titan. It is impossible to penetrate the demon's defense line.

There are too many of them! "

"At this time in the past, I would sarcasm you mercilessly, pathetic greenskin."

Beside Eitrigg, General Danas Trollbane, recognized as the best contemporary human commander, also rubbed his red eyes, drank a glass of wine, sighed and said:

"But this time I have to admit that you are right. Even if we try our best to exaggerate our own advantages and minimize the odds of the demons' victory, even if we include the power of the dangerous swarm, we still cannot Traversing the Antoran Wastes on a massive scale with the power at hand.

The demons have stayed here for tens of thousands of years. They have built this land into a fortress that is impossible to fall. If you choose to hold on

We might last a while before the Iron Legion is consumed, but we didn't come here to hold on to this wretched place.

We want to win! "

Jarod Shadowsong, the commander in chief of the Anti-Magic Alliance, rubbed his chin and stared at the sand table in front of him. It could be seen that Jarod was also under a lot of pressure.

His eyes were already bloodshot.

He was really trying hard to find a chance of victory in the extremely bad situation in front of him, but unfortunately, he hadn't found it yet.

"The only option left is beheading."

Eitrigg yawned, grabbed the Goblin Coke next to him, squeezed his nose and drank it, using the disgusting liquid to keep himself awake.

The old orc pointed to the mountains behind the Antoran wasteland and the symbol of the Burning Throne made of flame stones, and he said hoarsely:

"Leave a large army to attract the crazy offensive of the demons, and at the same time send the most elite and most fearless warriors under the command of a commander to enter the heart of the demon territory.

Rescue the Titan Soul, and get out of this world before the demons strangle us.

It will certainly take a great sacrifice, but it is the only way we can do it. "

"It's easy for you to say."

General Danas, who was rubbing his head, said to the Greenskin Warlord:

"Without the impact of the Iron Legion, asking mortal warriors to challenge the most elite demon defenders of the Burning Legion would be death, but the Iron Legion cannot move quickly, so how to send them to Antorus without disturbing the demons is a big problem. question.

There are also troops sent to behead, how many people are appropriate to go?

It's useless without people. "

"Isn't the Ashes Expeditionary Army prepared for such an action?"

Eitrigg retorted:

"It's a sharp-knife troop composed of the most brave warriors of all races that we can find. If even they can't accomplish this kind of thing, letting others go will just die."

"Ah, I have a little opinion on the subject."

Seeing that the human and orc commanders were arguing endlessly, and Jarod was still unable to make a decision, Bu Laike rolled his eyes and said:

"My ship just shot down a demon starship, which fully proves the power of the Evil of the World, and I can be responsible for sending your warriors to Antorus Burning Throne.

That ship was just big enough to carry an army.

As for the Iron Legion, don't even think about it, they are too heavy, and it is useless to send them there. In addition, I can find a way to 'make trouble' for the legion when you launch a surprise attack. "

Bo Laike held his pipe in his mouth, exhaled a burning smoke ring, and said:

"I can try to paralyze their command centers. Don't look at me like that, I won't tell you what I'm going to do, but you just believe that I can do it."

"In this case."

Jarod narrowed his eyes and looked at his two adjutants. He said:

"Then the success rate of beheading operations is very high.

Especially with the assistance of living titans, we retreat immediately after rescuing the soul of the titans, and then use the advantage of the Iron Legion not to fear death to cover the rest of the army to evacuate from the Antoran wasteland, and place the follow-up battlefield in Mac'Aree. It is the front line of the resistance army.

Prolonged confrontation with the Legion in a place like Antoran Wastes is not a good idea.

They are so fierce when they lose contact with other Burning Legion forces, once the demons dragged to other star fields come to their aid, the battle will not be fought. "

Yingge coughed twice, and said to everyone in the hall:

"time!

We can't ignore this important factor. Time is on the side of the demons. The longer it drags on, the worse it will be for us. Regardless of whether we want to execute the beheading raid or not, the follow-up strategy must be formulated within today!

However, there is still a very important interference factor that needs to be eliminated before the execution of the beheading operation! "

Jarod's finger moved to a strange broken border in the Antoran wasteland, he pointed there, and said:

"The Starship Force of the Burning Legion, I don't know why the Deceiver has not used this force, but it is clearly a trump card in the hands of the demons.

Once their starships are in the air, ground bombardment alone will be enough to wipe out our entire army here.

The Iron Legion can't fight against the air. I asked some professionals, and they told me that the advantages brought by this technology cannot be offset by courage and will.

If we can't destroy the starship, we're going to kill ourselves in everything we do. "

After speaking, Jarod's eyes fell on Bo Laike.

Not only Garrod, everyone in the hall looked at Laike at this moment, including Garona.

It was a look the Pirates knew and hated, and it meant the bastards were expecting his dark wit to shine again when they got in trouble.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Bu Laike blew out smoke rings in displeasure, pulled out the Salameni sword and waved it in his hand, saying:

"Do you expect me to use this sword to help you smash dozens of spaceships in the dock one by one with a beast-like state of mind? Do you have any misunderstanding of my strength?"

"You can do it, brother-in-law."

Garrod rolled his eyes and said:

"Although I don't know what you are going to do, I believe that nothing in this world can hinder you."

"Yeah, Boo Laike."

Pope Fao also said at this time:

"The soldiers have done their best, and Velen has also gone to McKaree as you asked, ready to dedicate himself to this great event. The guardians of the titans went to the battlefield in person, and even the priests under my command began to use their staffs to fight Fight demons.

It's no big deal if I have to leave my old bones in this dark place.

But our efforts are limited after all. If you want to shake your fate, you have to leave it to professionals. It's already reached this time. If you really have a way, don't hide it anymore.

we need you.

We need you more than ever to stage another miracle in the dark. "

"I really convinced you!"

People have talked about this, and judging by the old pope's appearance, if the pirate asked him to lick his shoes in exchange for his help, Fao probably would not hesitate to do so.

In this case, it is difficult for even the pirates to say no.

He snorted, glared fiercely at Garrod, who was looking for work for him, and winked at Garona beside him, and the orc female assassin immediately left the hall to gather the still-capable Uncrowned and the Hidden Passage hunters.

When Garona walked out of the Hall of Heroic Spirits, Dailin and Varian, who were covered in gunpowder, came face to face laughing. When they saw Varian, the orc assassin's expression changed slightly.

And Varian's eyes also fell on Garona.

"It's you?"

The hand of the young Emperor's Majesty fell on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and there was a hint of sharpness in his gentle eyes. It was the female orc in front of him who had assassinated his father.

He witnessed that scene with his own eyes.

His father was bleeding on the throne, and the whole palace was in chaos.

"it's me."

Garona gritted her teeth, straightened her back and said to Varian:

"I don't want to beg your forgiveness, Emperor, but I'm on an important mission right now. If you want blood for blood, I'll go to Stormwind City myself after the war is over."

The light in Varian's eyes jumped, and then he let go of the hilt of his sword and asked:

"Garona, tell me, do you hate demons?"

The orc didn't answer.

She just touched her dagger with the blood still remaining, and she thought it represented everything.

"Then you don't have to come to Stormwind City, there are many people who want you dead."

Varian said coldly:

"If you survive the war, go to Northrend and meet my father. If he forgives you, then I have nothing to say."

After speaking, the emperor and Dai Lin strode towards the Hall of Heroic Spirits in front of them.

As he passed Garona, Varian whispered:

"Be careful on the road, there are more and more demons on the ground, warrior."

(end of this chapter)