Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 570 123. How could Orgrim be defeated by such a softie?

The Prestor family does not have a tradition of believing in the Holy Light, but the royal family of Lordaeron has regarded the Church of the Holy Light as the state religion since the founding of the country, so on the day of Princess Calia's wedding, it must be done by a priest of the Holy Light Host the wedding and bless the couple.

As for the status of the Menethil family, the one who was invited this time was of course the most powerful and most famous priest in the entire human kingdom, that is, His Holiness Pope Alonsus Faol.

The appearance of this old man who is the spokesperson of the Holy Light in the human kingdom and whose status is higher than that of the king in the eyes of the public, immediately aroused a wave of frantic pursuit.

Many nobles knelt humbly on the carpets on both sides of the Pope's walk, praying for the Pope's blessing.

The smiling old man leaned on a priest's staff carved from the consecrated bone of Ursoc and decorated with sacred crystals. He wore a set of plain priest robes and hung a weather-beaten holy emblem on his chest. Hands caress the tops of the believers' heads and the backs of their hands.

Those who are sincere believe it as a privilege.

Some even left tears inspired by faith on the spot, with a fanatical and sincere gesture. However, considering that these nobles are generally good at acting, the authenticity of these tears is more doubtful.

But to be honest, after seeing the influence of the old Pope among the nobles and the people with his own eyes, the pirates who hid on the sidelines and watched coldly became a little more comprehended.

It's no wonder that with Deathwing's strength, he has to be sneaky to do things in the human kingdom.

He may easily conquer and destroy everyone who challenges him.

But as long as people like the old pope and Lothar ascended to the top, the resistance of human beings would never stop, just like the resistance of human beings against the orcs. Although it took a long time, they would definitely win.

The giant dragon is not afraid of ants, but being bitten by ants is also very painful.

"Fortunately, I established a good relationship with the old man from the beginning, and fortunately, old man Faol is not a stubborn person who admits death. Otherwise, the old man would have given me a real headache when he issued a 'Decree on Conquest of Pirates'."

Bu Laike lowered his head and took a sip of his wine, feeling a little rejoiced in his heart.

Behind the old Faol, the kings appeared one by one.

King Terenas, who was middle-aged but strong, wore a king's ceremonial clothes, a crown of thorns, and a simple scepter, and walked into the palace under the guard of the chief guard of the palace and Marshal Garithos.

The king looked hale and hearty, and kept nodding to the people who were bending over him.

He is the master here, so naturally he has to act like a master.

Behind him was the older King Thoras Trollbane, the Highlander king who ruled over a vast territory that included the Arathi Highlands and the Hillsbrad Foothills.

His royal city, Stromgarde, is the recognized birthplace of human civilization.

Behind these two, the King of Gilneas, Jean Greymane, held the hand of Queen Mia Greymane, and walked into the palace dressed in the timeless classic dress and hat of the Gilneas people.

Behind them was the little prince Liam.

The magic city-state of Dalaran also sent Archmage Mo Della and Archmage Delandon as envoys to watch the ceremony.

Then, with a little astonishment, Braike saw Dailin Proudmoore wearing an admiral uniform, holding the hand of Ms. Gina Golden Sword so generously, in front of his knight commander Cyrus entered the palace under the guard.

This move caused bursts of exclamation in the palace.

Good guy, it's an "official announcement" to bring the mistress out so grandiosely, right? Have you discussed it with Caitlin?

Are you not afraid that Caitlin will shoot you in the head after you go back?

That woman that Laike should call "mother", that brave queen of Kul Tiras nobility would definitely do such a thing!

"Hmph, you annoying elf, mom should be here."

Bu Laike was complaining in his heart at this moment, but unexpectedly heard the little Jaina complaining in a low voice beside him.

This made the pirates feel relieved.

Well, the child has grown up and knows how to complain for his mother. Coupled with Fenna's stupid warrior who has been unwilling to recognize Dai Lin, Dai Lin's future family affairs will still be "joy".

"Oh, children, don't mind adults' business. If your father and mother quarrel, you must not participate casually. It will make them both sad.

Besides, your father has made up his mind to bring the women outside home, and your mother can't stop him, after all, he is the king.

Kings have privileges. "

Bu Laike made a few words of persuasion hypocritically.

It's persuasion, but it's more like adding fuel to the fire. Little Gianna pursed her mouth and didn't want to speak, but she knew from the light in her eyes that this matter was definitely not over yet!

The last king to appear is Varian Wrynn, Lord of Stormwind.

All eyes in the palace were on the young king as he emerged, escorted by Grand Duke Bolvar Fordragon.

The attention at this moment even surpassed that of the Pope's appearance just now, but this attention was not for Varian, and the young king knew this.

He was a little worried, but took a deep breath, and did not step into the palace immediately, but waited there.

Against the light outside the palace, a tall, bald, white-haired old man, wearing ritual armor, is taking firm steps, walking into the palace in front of him under the eyes of everyone, either expecting or hostile. .

Anduin Lothar!

This is the last descendant of the empire who has been in the northern border for several days, but has not made any high-profile activities, but has already caused many disturbances. He is the savior of the eastern continent, the destroyer of the orc tribe, and an old man whose reputation is so high that every king is afraid. , just like he stepped onto the battlefield, stepped into the wedding in front of him.

Varian Wrynn was half a body behind him, and amidst the exclamation of everyone, he took down the emperor's sword that had been talked about by countless people in recent months.

As a king, he held the sword in both hands, followed behind Lothar, and walked into the dead silence of the palace without turning his eyes.

All the kings frowned, even Daelin.

When they had a secret talk with Lothar before, they asked the old marshal to give them a final answer among the issues of war and peace, order and chaos, past and future.

Lothar said he would consider it.

He thought about it.

Now this, this is his answer!

Answer from a soldier.

Ah, how reliable a man who was a soldier until his death could be as a friend, and what a headache it would be when he was an enemy.

How would they respond to Lothar's answer?

The orc war has just ended, is there really going to be another civil war?

Behind Varian, Grand Duke Bolvar Fordragon of the Stormwind Kingdom frowned, looking at all this before him.

As a powerful nobleman in the Stormwind Kingdom, he did not want to see his king show his attitude so clearly on such an occasion.

But as a paladin, Duke Bolvar couldn't fault Varian's behavior in his heart.

There is even a hint of relief, nostalgia and excitement.

This is what real paladins should be like. When they became paladins, they made an oath to the holy light. They want to maintain justice and order, protect all good things, and protect hope.

These oaths are the source of their strength.

The firmer you are, the stronger you are.

It's no wonder that Varian's flame of holy light grows so fast. Did this young man, long before he was officially baptized, already made a vow in his heart to stick to it for the rest of his life?

"Wow, this black-haired uncle is so cool."

In the dead silence, the little Xing Xing beside the pirate looked forward with his feet on his feet, and finally saw the protagonist of today's wedding, Lord Daval Prestor.

The latter stood next to King Terenas, standing with a group of kings so majestically, as if he was one of them.

The fact is indeed true, as long as today's wedding is completed, it is estimated that within a month, Lord Daval will have an extra crown of the King of Alterac on his head.

"Mr. Bu Laike, the atmosphere is not right. Why does it seem like a fight is going to happen?"

Little Jaina shrank her head in fear, and she whispered to Bo Laike beside her:

"Marshal Lothar and Varian Big Brother, why are they standing opposite the kings? Shouldn't they be standing with their father?"

"Aren't we also standing against the kings?"

Bu Laike put his hand on the beautiful hair of little Jaina. In the silent palace, the pirate said to the little mage:

"This is a good thing. It shows that Marshal Lothar chose to stand with us. This is a good thing. Let me do a magic trick for you, little Anna, come on, close your eyes and count down to seven times"

He glanced at the pocket watch in his hand for the last time, and then quietly activated the alliance of beasts. From the bird's-eye view of Theasalie Crow flying high in the sky, he found a group of black spots rushing fast.

Wow, what a huge group of green skins!

He glanced at little Jaina who had obediently closed his eyes, and said:

"Let's start, count down to seven times, and then open your eyes, you will see something very powerful."

"Really?"

The little star next to him asked suspiciously.

The stupid blue dragon also closed his eyes and started counting down with Jaina, but on the count of four, Little Star snapped his eyes open.

The perception from the dragon made her feel that there was a strange aura approaching the palace rapidly.

Not just her.

The two archmages in the palace, as well as the envoy of Quel'Thalas, Archmage Silvermoon Rommath, and the court mages of Lordaeron, the pope crowned Faol, King Dailin and Lothar, the great knights, etc. Waiting for all the powerhouses to raise their heads at the same time at this moment!

Something is coming.

"That is."

"Hush."

Little Xingxing wanted to ask, but the pirate motioned to mute the sound. Laike held the magic book on his waist and said to his junior:

"Remember what you promised me before you came here?"

"Ok!"

Little Star said seriously:

"What do you say, what do I do!"

"Very well, then listen up, I will give you the order now."

Feeling the increasingly clear sense of confusion above his head, the pirate said:

"I know you have the Tidal Stone that Kojo brought back from Stranglethorn Vale hidden in your hand, use it!"

"what?"

The little blue dragon froze for a moment, then pulled out a beautiful irregular rune stone with blue waves shining on its surface. When it was taken out, the pirate obviously heard the phantom sound of the sea.

Little Xingxing, who was finally able to get back to work, was very excited. She excitedly asked:

"When will it be used?"

"Now!"

The pirate picked up Jaina, who was still counting down with her eyes closed, and disappeared in place.

Little Xingxing pursed his lips, and under the stunned gazes of the surrounding people, he threw the seemingly powerful thing in his hand towards the center of the palace like throwing a dart.

"boom"

"boom"

At the same time, there were two loud bangs, and the dome of the palace was shattered and knocked open by the tyrannical thing. At the same time as the tumbling dragon's breath and flames spewed down, the tidal stone also tumbling to the ground, creating waves of tumbling fury.

Under the control of Little Xingxing, the people in the palace were instantly swallowed by the rising tide.

The fusion of water and fire came quickly and briefly, and at the same time that everyone was drenched, it also miraculously few people in the palace were burned by the dragon fire that fell from the sky.

But it's just "say hello".

While the six or seven red dragons of the Dragonmaw clan roared and flew around the ruined palace, the green skins sitting behind the dragons roared and jumped from the sky.

Like a group of berserk airborne paratroopers, when they landed, they chased and slashed at the messy humans who were swept up by the tide.

"Protect the king!"

"Protect the marshal!"

Two shouts sounded out in sequence.

Some people rushed to the kings, and the other rushed to Lothar who was retreating in the tide. The first part was okay, there were not many people blocking them, and they successfully protected the kings and retreated to a higher stepped platform.

But the latter part is more unlucky.

"Bang, bang"

With two loud bangs, the grand knight Turalyon and the high-ranking paladin Colonel Alfred Abedis, who joined hands to break Lothar's back, were pushed by a terrifying force within two seconds of engaging the enemy. Then he flew backwards from the spot and smashed into the chaotic crowd.

A bloody gust of wind swept through the messy palace, and relentlessly pursued Anduin Lothar on the carpet full of blood and tide. Lothar, holding the emperor's sword, felt the cold and violent killing intent behind him, Pushing Varian away who wanted to call for the Holy Light.

He himself held the battle sword in his hand as he did against Orgrim, and blocked the sword in front of him, but was knocked to the ground by the sharp and powerful ax of the pursuer.

The old marshal is getting old, so he is not in his prime.

And because the previous injury affected his strength, he was a little powerless when facing an opponent whose force value was significantly higher than Orgrim's.

He didn't even have time to arouse his anger, and his defense was defeated by this beheading.

The emperor's sword, Stromkar, whirled and flew out. After whistling and flipping a few times, it stabbed obliquely in front of Varian Wrynn's eyes. The young king who was pushed away looked up, and the scene in front of him almost made him The blood in the whole body is cold.

an orc.

A muscular orc wearing a clan-style battle armor decorated with animal bones and a single ponytail, was holding an exaggeratedly large giant ax that roared and roared in blood-red rage, standing in front of Marshal Lothar.

On the ground around him, there were four or five corpses of paladins lying on the ground.

"How did Orgrim Doomhammer die at the hands of a weak fighter like you? You must have used some weak strategy, didn't you?"

The chief of the Warsong clan, Grom Hellscream, the bravest and most tyrannical legendary warrior that can be born in the world of Dellano, looked down on Anduin Lothar, who was defeated by his axe.

The most capable war chief snorted disdainfully, and the anger gathered around him, entwined into ghost-like lines, like a real beast, roared towards Lothar.

His blood red eyes were full of sarcasm.

Without even giving Lothar time to answer, he raised the Bloody Battle Ax in his hand. Amid the bloody anger that turned into a demon and roared, the powerful and cruel orc chief said:

"It's okay, you don't have to answer, I don't care."

"Weak guys don't deserve to live! Whether it's Orgrim or you"

(end of this chapter)