Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 580 133. A Hero's Burden

First there was the war of the dragons, and then there was the meteorite falling from the sky.

Green flames rise in the sun, those blue dragons that keep entering the city through the light gate in the sky, and the evil flame hellfire demon that stood up from the violent earthquake.

All these things that originally only existed in the story suddenly appeared before the eyes of ordinary people, which is indeed a terrible challenge to their fragile cognitive ability.

But for those who are well-informed, these are just "battlefield beacons" when the strong fight, and the vivid signs are to 'warn' everyone around, the weak should stay away!

But in fact, the most important battle is over. The six black dragons were frozen into ice cubes by the angry blue dragons. Under the order of the spell weaver, they wanted to bring these black dragons back to the magic hub for "trial".

The elite blue dragonmen "replaced" the Lordaeron guards and "guarded" the royal city. The blue dragons suspected that there should be hidden black dragons or their followers in this city.

Black dragons should be damned!

Those who worship the black dragon should also be damned!

But Deathwing never showed up, and he didn't know whether he escaped or hid in the dark to observe secretly.

Little Xingxing reported to the weaver that there must be at least one black dragon hidden in Ravenholdt Manor in the Hillsbrad Hills, so five or six adult blue dragons, led by little Xingxing, marched Go to the Assassin League headquarters.

The Spellweaver still sits above the city of Lordaeron.

The old blue dragon is in a happy mood today, but his heart is also as cold as iron.

After finally coming to the Eastern Continent, and finally catching the traces of the hidden black dragons, this time, if you don’t seize the opportunity to blow them all up, what’s the point of Malygos, the spell weaver, doing it?

But the blue dragons are "very measured",

They only care about matters related to the black dragon, and they will never intervene in the battle between humans and orcs, as well as between humans and humans.

Therefore, although the blue dragons could easily perceive Lothar's assassination and attack by Kargas, they still chose to stand by and watch.

The melee between human knights and Shattered Hand orcs is still going on, but the situation on Lothar's side has undergone very subtle changes. It was supposed to be a battle between humans and orcs, but here it will evolve into a "battle" between orcs and orcs .

"hehe."

In the front, facing Rexxar's "persuasion", Kargas Broken Hand just sneered a few times. He moved his fingers and took out a poisoned battle ax from the back of his waist, and swung his blood-stained battle ax again. Blade Fist.

He said to Rexxar in a threatening and threatening tone:

"What if I don't want to obey your preaching? Boy, you dog of the Rocks! What right do you have to say this to me? You betrayed your clan, you betrayed Orgrim.

Now, are you going to choose to betray your fellow man again? "

Kargath's insults did not arouse the anger of the orc hunter, he just silently raised the two rune battle axes.

The left-handed ax is "Misha", and the right-handed ax is "Rema".

This is a very legendary weapon in the world of Dellano, representing the history of the clan. The history carried by these two axes is not long, and the clan they belong to is not famous among all the orcs.

But any orc who has heard the stories of the Mo Kenasa clan pays the highest respect to these mighty hunters.

They are the "elves" among the orcs.

Randomly pulling out a person from the clan, even a child, has the strength and skill comparable to the bravest hunters of other clans. Hunting is an instinct engraved in the bones and souls of all the orcs of the Mo Kenasa clan.

When Rexxar raised his battle axe, the lazy big brown bear stood up and roared angrily at Kargath, the eagle neighed in the sky, and the porcupine hummed in the streets behind .

"If you don't listen, then I will 'persuade' you. If the persuasion is useless, I will knock you unconscious and take you away."

Rexxar still had that unhurried tone, but Kargas made a defensive move, which was an extremely keen sense of danger that he cultivated in the ogre's arena in his early years.

Chief Shattered Hand didn't know Rexxar's specific strength, but he knew that Boo Rocks valued this lowly half-breed. In addition, Reixa has always been very low-key, basically no one has heard of his name.

It is a normal reaction to feel contempt for such a person.

But it was only when Rexxar was angered that Kargas realized how difficult this kid was. A legendary hunter, plus three legendary beasts

He alone can destroy a clan overnight if he wants to.

How could such a person live in such obscurity before?

"leave."

Rexxar, who was wearing a bat-wearing wolf-head mask, seemed to have sensed Kargath's hesitation, and said softly:

"This is not where we orcs should be. This land and its creatures are cursing us. We should have left long ago."

"whispering sound"

Chief Shattered Hand glanced back at the old marshal Lothar lying in Varian's arms. The life-saving chief calculated his gains and losses in his heart, pouted, stepped back into the shadows, and disappeared with the wind while his black hair swayed.

The old man is dead.

No one can save him, so let him die in pain.

After all, this is the road to death, long and painful.

"Snapped"

A pack of ground herbs was thrown in front of Varian and Lothar. Rexxar put the double axes in his waist, touched the war bear Misha beside him, and turned and left along the way he came.

He said without looking back:

"There is no cure for Kargath's poison, at least not in our world. But Azeroth is a place of wonder, and there may be a cure for him here.

This is the hunting poison of the Blood Ring Clan. If he is hopeless, these will at least make his death easier. "

"Orc! Die!"

The brave Captain Halfwyrmbane rode his horse and rushed towards this side. He saw the weird orc throw something at the old marshal. He mistakenly thought that this guy was an important person who wanted to kill human beings.

Then he came to drive him away with a sword.

Rexxar didn't make any moves, and Misha, the big bear behind him, also returned to a lazy state, as if he was "scared stupid" by petting each other.

When the captain rushed in front of Rexxar, the legendary hunter made a sudden move, clasped the horse's neck with his left hand, and punched upward with his right hand.

The galloping horse pushed Rexxar two steps back and was forcibly stopped at the same spot, while Captain Halford on the horse was thrown into the air by the punch, and then fell to the ground in a whirl.

Already passed out.

"At least, courage is commendable."

Rexxar grunted in the orc language, patted the long neck of the warhorse that had been soothed in his arms, and fed it a carrot.

Then he took his big bear, war eagle and porcupine, and left the battle zone leisurely.

"The orc."

Watching Rexxar leave, Varian felt a feeling that he didn't know how to describe. No matter what the guy's purpose was, he had indeed saved Lothar and Rexxar from the brutal Kargath Shattered Hand. he.

Although the two orcs communicate in orc language.

But Varian could understand their conversation, which complicated the young king's understanding of the orcs.

Maybe not every greenskin is hopeless, but most of them are definitely bad!

Varian quickly put the incident behind him.

He looked at the weak Lothar in his arms. The latter's heart had been stabbed by Kargas, and the toxin had already entered the blood.

The warrior's anger was also melted by this weird toxin, and every time Lothar tried to mobilize his anger to suppress the toxin, it would bring him more severe pain.

The paladin king put his hands on Lothar's heart. He kept calling for the holy light, protecting the beating heart of the marshal who was regarded as his adoptive father, and tried his best to save his life.

The chaos at the gate of the palace attracted the attention of the defenders in the palace. After the court mage confirmed that Lothar and Anduin were attacked, Marshal Garithos, who was in charge of the defense of the palace, rushed out with a group of royal knights.

Several high-ranking priests immediately took over the treatment of Lothar.

"We need to send the marshal to a safe place to expel the toxins from his body. This process cannot be disturbed."

Marshal Garithos, who was wearing heavy combat armor, carefully checked the situation of the old marshal. He turned around and said to the silent Varian in a serious tone:

"Your Majesty Varian can follow me to the palace, where the kings are waiting for the chaos to end, you are a person of honor, and you should not wander around when the situation is still unclear.

This is an unnecessary burden on your loyal subordinates. "

"I"

Varian wanted to refute, but seeing Lothar who was being sent to a stretcher and suppressed by several priests with holy light, his words seemed to be stuck in his throat and he couldn't speak at all.

Ten minutes later, outside a completely sealed palace hall, the senior priest Iselion, covered in blood, strode out. Part of the blood on his body came from the previous battle.

The other side comes from urgent treatment.

Waiting outside the palace with a serious face, the anxious Varian Wrynn said:

"The toxin in Marshal Lothar's body is very strong, which will hinder the healing power of the Holy Light. We have used several magic spells to dispel the toxin, but it has not had a good effect.

Perhaps Kaldorei's moon priests and druids should be invited over to help treat them. They are good at moonlight magic and natural magic, and have unique insights into poisons.

Might be able to help. "

"Even His Majesty can't do anything about it?"

Varian asked with despair, and the serious senior priest shook his head and said:

"Your Majesty just used his own holy light to help Marshal Lothar temporarily stabilize the situation and prevent the toxins from entering vital organs, but His Majesty has spent too much energy presiding over the Holy Light Barrier to protect the innocent.

He has been ill recently. After treating Marshal Lothar, he was exhausted, and now he was sent back to the Royal Court Church to rest.

In fact, it was His Majesty's suggestion to invite the Kaldorei to join the treatment. "

"I'm going to invite them over now!"

Varian took a deep breath, glanced at the closed palace, and said:

"Please also take care of Marshal Lothar, he means a lot to me."

"I can understand that Marshal Lothar will be safe and sound under the protection of the church."

Iselion drew a religious symbol on his chest, and he urged:

"Your Majesty, hurry up and leave."

The young king nodded. He quickly walked out of the palace, got on his horse, and led the knights to the edge of the king's city, where the moon god priest and druids set up a temporary shelter to protect Frightened civilians.

There should be someone who can help Lothar.

But it was not so peaceful in the sealed palace.

Anduin Lothar, who was in a coma due to poison and injuries, was placed on a table surrounded by three high-level priests who were jointly presiding over a holy light spell that could stabilize life.

Golden circles of light wrapped around the body of the old marshal, forming mysterious rune circles one after another. The overflowing holy light rose along the ground and walls of the palace, reflecting the golden arc light, which looked divine and abnormal.

On Lothar's chest is also an ancient holy deed, which came from the holy relic carried by the knights of Dathrohan. The pope used this thing to help Bu Laike temporarily cut off the connection with Hell.

But with the blessing of such sacred objects, Lothar's situation is still very bad.

Every breath the old marshal took was extremely painful, as if he had swallowed a hot coal alive.

Around the palace, there are royal guards from the Stormwind Kingdom and Lordaeron, as well as several paladins standing guard. Such a defensive force can ensure that Lothar will not suffer any harm here.

But it can defend against ordinary assassins, but it cannot defend against those masters who have the title of master.

In the shadows illuminated by the holy light, two figures, one tall and one short, emerged silently.

The short man held two wooden sticks in his hands, and the moment he appeared, he started with a killing feast, and danced in a circle, knocking out the guards and paladins who were in charge of defense around the palace with the sap.

And the taller ones hit harder.

The two daggers flew up and down, and pierced the hearts of the three senior priests in less than two seconds. The whole process was extremely smooth, which fully demonstrated the superb skills of these two people.

"Marshal Lothar."

The tall assassin who quietly cleaned up the senior priest appeared from the shadow of billowing black smoke. He was wearing a black face covering and a strangely shaped battle suit.

On the face covering, revealed a pair of slightly old, but still shrewd and powerful eyes, just like the eyes of a real eagle.

He walked up to Lothar whose holy light was gradually dissipating, and condescendingly looked at the painful Lothar. He said to the unconscious Lothar in a very gentle tone:

"I didn't have to come in person.

But even a great man like you needs an old friend to see him off even if he is leaving this indifferent world. We have worked together happily in the past, and even more so during the war.

Unfortunately, things have come to this point. "

The assassin shook his head, flipped the dagger in his hand, and pressed it against Lothar's neck, he said:

"If you stay in the Stormwind Kingdom, I will protect you at all costs and let you spend the rest of your life in peace. Why do you have to come back? I have clearly warned you."

"Hurry up, don't babble!"

The little assassin next to Fangfeng was lying at the gate of the palace, looking out, and he said sharply:

"They are going to finish talking, hurry up!"

"This is a send-off, and it requires a sense of ritual. You stupid dwarf, how many times have you said it? Assassins also need a sense of ritual."

The tall assassin said something dissatisfied, he turned his head again, bowed to Lothar to salute, then wiped the edge of the dagger, and put his hand on Lothar's high temperature forehead.

The priest at his baptismal prayer said softly:

"If you choose to be a hero, you have to bear this burden. You have carried everyone's hopes and burdens forward for seven years. I feel tired when I think about it, and you must be tired too.

Let me help you out, old friend. "

As the voice fell, the dark dagger slashed downwards fiercely.

Blood splattered everywhere.

(end of this chapter)