Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1874 2. Whatever foreplay you want, just do it

No one can tell when the devil came.

It was as if singing and dancing was peaceful and harmonious yesterday, but when I got up to go to the bathroom early this morning, the demons of the entire universe began to sharpen their heads and drill into the ordinary world of Azeroth.

Boldly glanced at the sky.

Huo, good guy!

There was a gap in the sky, and demons crawled out everywhere in the dark green crack, just like the end of the world in a third-rate movie.

Farmers in the wild west can kill several demon rats with a rake while weeding grass on their farms, and if they have a better tone, they can encounter imps who are running around and get burned through their knees or give hungry demon hounds a bite. meal or something.

In short, the whole world became chaotic overnight.

Even though full-scale mobilization had already been carried out, the king and the commanders did not expect that the militiamen who assembled and trained for half a month would be able to defeat the demons pouring out at this stage of "local defense".

They just have to do their best to protect themselves.

The temporary fortresses built in various places may not be very strong, but they are more numerous and have enough weapons. Holy water and so on are calculated in barrels. As long as they gather together and hold their teeth, at least they can hold back the footsteps of those low-ranking demons.

But while the "Farmer vs. Cerberus" was being staged in these fringe areas, there were also many big scenes in various strategic locations. For example, on Blackstone Mountain, Chief Red had been on the front line since last night.

In order to boost morale, the fat orc even went into battle under the protection of a team of Kor'kron guards and beheaded a dying fel lord to show his bravery.

Alas, that's embarrassing, so I don't need to say more.

"Mother! There are too many demons!"

On the black stone platform that once belonged to His Royal Highness Nefarian, Red wiped the sweat from his fat face, picked up the binoculars and glanced at the Burning Plain.

The dark sea of ​​demons is rolling over, and those big doom lords and abyss lords are mixed in it, and the sky is filled with fear demons flying around to block their sight.

In the distance, there are towering gates of evil energy spinning around, which makes people's hearts tremble.

"Can you stand it?"

Red murmured in a low voice, that posture really didn't look like a great orc chief who was always known for his bravery, but rather like a cunning goblin prince.

"Don't worry, I can stand it."

The elder Drek'Thar sitting behind Reid was injured in the world of Argus, and he is now sitting in a wheelchair being pushed by Thrall who returned from his study tour in Dellano.

That's right, the same Titanium wheelchair that Grom Hellscream was sitting in.

Not only is it comfortable to sit and is not afraid of rough roads, it can even pick up a wheelchair and smash the devil's head when necessary.

Unlike Red, this great shaman is blind but has a real orc in his heart. He hides his little disdain for Red, and said softly:

"Wa Locke was on the front line, and the demons went all night without breaking the first line of defense.

Although there is also a reason why our orc warriors got rid of the curse of blood and returned to bravery, the complete failure of the Burning Legion's dreadful command system is also an important reason.

If they were feared chariots of destruction before, they are now crowd tactics that look powerful but are greatly reduced in strength.

As long as the Dark Iron dwarves supply them in time, we'll hold on. "

"But it's not a long-term solution, mentor."

The young Thrall also expressed his opinion with Doomhammer on his back. The green-skinned man with rare blue eyes looked at the chaotic battlefield below and whispered:

"Although the demons have lost the peak of the former soldiers, their numerical advantage is too terrifying. Our warriors will be tired, but the demons will not. Our warriors are afraid of death, but the demons regard death as home.

Their portals are constantly feeding new cannon fodder, but every death of our warrior means one less.

The current advantage is only temporary. After the number of demons breaks through a limit, Blackstone Mountain's defense line will quickly fall, and the most brutal defensive battle will follow. "

Thrall paused, he glanced at Red's gaze, and whispered:

"We need to destroy the portal."

"Across the entire battlefield?"

Red snorted, waved his hands and said:

"It's really a child's idea. As a chief, I must be responsible for the lives of soldiers. I don't agree!"

But Drek'Thar ignored Red's opinion, just as the chief farted, he turned his head and said to Eitrigg Warlord and Thrall behind him:

"Your idea is correct, but currently the commanders who are capable of fighting are all on the front line, and I cannot interfere with their battles, so you must implement your proposal yourself.

This is also an ancient tradition of our orcs in wartime. A true orc warlord must prove himself to his compatriots with military exploits. "

"I'm going right now."

Thrall took up the duty without fear, and Warlord Eitrigg also nodded, saying to the old shaman:

"I will give him some elite recruits."

"Let Garrosh take someone there!"

Red glanced at the blind old shaman, then waved and shouted:

"I prefer Garrosh."

"Just such a pattern!"

Drek'Thar sighed, expressed regret for the pattern of Great Chief Red, thought for a while, and said:

"Let the five little ones go! Everyone leads a team, which is both a mission and a spur. Whoever destroys the most portals will be the boss! Our generation will fade out after this battle. Since the young people are aggressive Just let them go.

This battle is both a threat and an opportunity.

The previous great chiefs and warlords all came out of the flames of war. Well, that's right. "

"Immortal! What did you mean by that sigh just now?"

Red immediately became angry.

Feeling humiliated, the chief rushed over and grabbed Drek'Thar's neck and shouted:

"Are you mocking me, right? You must be mocking me, right? Why am I not a hero who fought in the flames of war? When I hacked Gul'dan to death, you were still hiding in Alterac to raise pigs."

"What are you crazy about?"

The old shaman waved his hand, and a precise lightning bolt made Reid fall tremblingly and then got up with black smoke. Drek'Thar leaned on his wheelchair and cursed:

"It's embarrassing to say, what happened to Gul'dan, do you really think we don't know?

Raid, you are good at economics, and the exchange of prisoners of war has also made you famous. It is your strength to feed everyone. Now everyone admires you as the great chief. There must be a statue of you below.

But you are really not good at fighting, so don't intervene. Why don't you go back and continue making kids with your woman, drinking and fooling around? Anyway, it's the same with or without you here. "

"Ha, then you should have said it earlier."

Reid suddenly became happy, and was about to let go of his armor and leave in style. He looked at the strange eyes of the guards around him, coughed immediately, and whispered with his belly that was at least eight months pregnant:

"Ahem, this is not good. Everyone is fighting bloody battles. I am a great chief to enjoy life. The impact is not very good. Forget it, I will enjoy it when I win the battle.

It's good for me to stand here as a mascot. "

A group of Kor'Kron guards around them immediately lowered their heads.

What a fucking shame to have such a great chief.

But they also saw the excellent dwarven weapons in their hands, the majestic and well-used armor on their bodies, and then thought of the military rations and military supplies piled up in the warehouse.

Even the goblin cannons and steam tanks that roared on the battlefield.

In the past when the orcs were brave but poor, such armaments were a luxury they could not even imagine, but what about now? No matter how unconvinced they were, they had to admit that this was all written by Reid, whom they looked down upon.

Forget it, pinch your nose and admit it.

It is really a good thing to have such a long-sleeved and skilled chief in the rear during the war.

——

"The demons are cutting down trees! Those bastards are planning to burn the forest in Ashenvale, which is a blasphemy against nature!"

The morning in Ashenvale was still filled with heavy gunpowder smoke, and yesterday afternoon the Burning Legion's worldwide invasion naturally also included the Kaldorei territory.

Due to some factors in the past, the impact of the demon army that the night elves suffered was several times that of other places.

But Luna Kingdom is indeed the most powerful country in Azeroth. While other places were still fighting with demons, the elves defeated the first wave of invading demons overnight.

Those retreating scumbags will gather at the last position and set fire to the mountain, expressing their damned "will to fight" with such vile actions.

The two raptor druids flapped their wings and flew over the battlefield, chatting with each other while scouting for news.

A female druid was angrily cursing the demon's atrocities, but the elder on the other side didn't answer, where did this go? As a veteran who participated in the Battle of the Ancients, he had witnessed the battle of Suramar with his own eyes.

"Send the message back to Mount Hyjal."

The old druid flapped his wings and said to his apprentice:

"Inform Your Excellency Malfurion that the battle on the front line of Ashenvale is over, all troops are defending and repairing the front, and a new vortex of evil energy has appeared near the Linge Temple, and the second wave of demonic attacks is already brewing.

They failed, and more demons will definitely be sent next time. This will be a tough battle. We apply for demigods to enter the field to sit in support.

Also, get Mount Hyjal ready.

The demons can't chew on Ashenvale and may end their attack on our base camp. "

"receive!"

The young druid nodded his elegant beak, changed direction flexibly in the air and rushed towards Mount Hyjal, while the old druid continued to investigate.

As a warrior who participated in the battle of the ancients, he also tasted a different feeling from this demon invasion.

Ten thousand years later, the night elves were very powerful, but in turn these demons seemed to have become "weaker".

It doesn't refer to their individual quality. The terrifying demons are still very tough one-on-one, but the chaos in large-scale battles is obvious to all.

They seem to have degenerated overnight from a brutal and terrifying army of killing machines to a group of howling wild beasts. During the battle last night, the old druid witnessed a large group of messy demons being introduced by a small group of huntresses. In the traps arranged in advance, the activated forest awakened by the druids devoured them.

The whole process didn't take ten minutes.

This is unimaginable ten thousand years ago. The Burning Legion at that time would not make such low-level mistakes. Only by risking their lives to kill the demon commander would it be possible to throw a demon army into chaos.

"So, here is the real meaning of the Battle of Argus?"

The old druid was thinking while lowering the flying height. He was also an elf warrior who had participated in the Argus War. When the battle was fierce, he and His Excellency Staghelmet stood at the Port of Hope position.

Of the thirty druids who went with him, only three came back, but at this moment, after seeing the chaotic situation of the Burning Legion with his own eyes, the old elf realized the true meaning of that battle.

It is said that the Eredar demons broke away from the Burning Legion, and the Nathrezim demons in charge of intelligence also betrayed the Dark Titan. After losing the two demon populations that were the most intelligent and often served as commanders, the quality of the Burning Legion plummeted. .

All the abyss lords have come to the frontline commanders!

As far as the brains of the Annihilan demons are concerned, can they be commanders?

The old elf's thoughts were a little fuzzy, probably because the chaos of the demons made him relax his vigilance, but he soon tasted the pain. When flying over a burning forest, the sudden rain of evil energy arrows caught him off guard , managed to avoid a few shadow arrows and was pierced by a fel halberd flying over, screaming and falling to the ground.

The old druid had a lot of combat experience. When he landed, he turned into a big quail and summoned moonfire to attack the wandering demons. A large number of demon hounds were commanded by a succubus who lost his wings to devour him.

Several demon guards also rushed up angrily.

Looking at them, one could tell that these guys were a group of rout soldiers hiding in hiding, and the anger of failure would burn their minds and make them even crazier.

Soon the old druid fell into a desperate situation. He turned into a giant bear and slapped the hounds frantically, but he was hard to beat with two fists and four hands, and was soon bitten all over his body.

In desperation, he wanted to throw the piranha seeds to kill them all, but when the seeds were taken out, there was a muffled gunshot.

bang.

The succubi commanding the demon hound was shot in the head, and then the hound lost control, and was swept away by the continuous burst of bean-peeling bursts of firearms.

Leaning against the tree, the blood-covered old druid raised his head in surprise, and saw a gloomy white shadow pounced down from above the forest like a ghost, and the bloody claws swung like butcher knives. With the support, several fleeing demon guards were knocked down to the ground.

Only two people!

The old druid felt very clearly that the two breaths of life were nearby, but the two cooperated almost perfectly, beheading the group of rout soldiers in less than a minute.

At the moment when the last demon hound was shot through the chrysanthemum and suffered to the end, the white phantom let out a low whimper and walked up full of blood. Wearing a hood, he sized up the seriously injured druid, and hit him again with disdain. With a snort, he said in a hoarse voice:

"The soldiers of the Cenarion Order are getting worse and worse."

"A werewolf?"

The old druid looked at the gloomy wolf kiss under the hood in surprise, but he saw the familiar light in the werewolf's eyes again. After a few seconds, he exclaimed:

"Isolarius Archdruid? You're not in Gilneas."

"I'm back, why? Surprised?"

The former leader of the Rende Society and the extreme animal protector Isolarius interrupted the old druid. He stretched out his furry paws and pulled his compatriots up from the ground, saying:

"Go back to Mount Hyjal and don't disturb our hunt."

"Hey, old wolf, have you rested enough?"

A thick voice sounded from the woods. He was carrying a shotgun on his back and was pulling two staggered ammunition belts. The old dwarf legendary hunter Hemet Nesingwary in a hunting cap impatiently leaned on The taller sniper rifle shouted while drinking:

"There's still a lot of fun over there. I don't want to let those demons who set fire go free. I'm hungry for bullets. By the way, killing a demon hound is not killing an animal, is it?"

"whispering sound"

The werewolf Isolarius pulled his hood impatiently, turned his head, and cursed:

"Does the imprint of guilt on you idiot hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, and it's very refreshing."

"That doesn't count!"

The two hunters, one tall and one short, disappeared into the forest while bickering. A few minutes later, amidst the soundtrack of low-pitched wolves howling and bullets, another hunt began.

The old druid who watched this scene was dumbfounded.

He seriously doubted whether he was already dead, and all this before him was just a bizarre dream that he had!

This is really a ghost, the head of the Rendehui, who is so stubborn and stubborn that it makes people headache, actually formed a group to kill demons with their most wanted criminal "Genocide" Hemet?

The world is really crazy.

The old druid realized at this moment that he was really old, and that he could not keep up with the development of the world and the times. Maybe he should retire and return to the den of the Cenarion Order to be a gatekeeper or something.

"boom"

A sudden loud noise interrupted the old Druid's skeptical thinking about life. He turned his head and saw that a huge fel energy rift exploded in the sky in the direction of Lin Ge Temple.

The devil's second wave of attack is coming!

These bastards really don't even give them a chance to rest.

(end of this chapter)