Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 609 162. Lothar's last lesson-addition for the birth of the baby [1730]

During the violent earthquake, the paladins and priests rushing from Lordaeron quickly entered the sanctuary of Nazaras, and some innocent people could not bear the power of the dream and were "thrown" back to reality from the emerald dream .

Under the leadership of the paladins, they migrated outward in the muddy ruins of the collapsed city.

Despite the scope of the cataclysm caused by Deathwing's wrath, there is no longer any safety in the entire Tirisfal region.

But staying in Dalaran certainly won't work.

Because there are demons here.

Although those brutal creatures had been attacked head-on by the dragons before, their brutal nature made them unwilling to give up their cause of destroying Azeroth.

Even in the desperate situation where Deathwing was about to destroy the city in his rage, there were still strong demons rushing into the city in a steady stream.

They are not just for destruction.

Mainly on Marton's side, the polluters are getting impatient, the Great Demon Archimonde must enter Azeroth today to complete the destruction that has been delayed for 10,000 years.

The cruel big leader has spoken, and the demons and migrant workers have to bite the bullet and rush to Azeroth no matter how unwilling they are.

Besides, they won't really die in the material world, so it's time to "appreciate" the doomsday scene.

"That orc is dead, he's brave, but he's dead."

And the scene over Lake Lordamere was also seen by a group of human reinforcements who entered Dalaran at a critical moment. Dai Lin was holding two sabers, maintaining her balance amidst the shaking of the ground.

For the old sailors who have been fighting in the sea all year round, the shock of the now weakened catastrophe is not as strong as the big tide in the storm.

Dai Lin and his soldiers stood firm, while Mrs. Jinjian was a little fragile, so this club was being held in the arms of her lover, maintaining a difficult balance.

The king raised his head and saw the scene where Grom Hellscream was roaring and rushing towards Deathwing. He saw the fallen dragon raised his head and spewed shadow flames that melted everything at Grom, so he commented disdainfully. .

Daelin respects brave warriors, but he hates all greenskins.

So, just die, he doesn't feel bad anyway.

"Fina is there!"

Mrs. Jinjian in his arms saw little stars screaming and flying indiscriminately in the sky, avoiding boulders flying around, and a man and a woman behind the beautiful little blue dragon princess.

She saw Finner's golden sword beside Bu Laike, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and Dai Lin also saw the man beside Finner.

His size, his posture, the tattered battle armor on his body, the red cloth strips on his face, and the long golden hair that was always hidden.

The same blonde long hair as little Gianna!

The admiral's heart skipped a beat, followed by a burst of ecstasy.

"Why are you still laughing?"

Mrs. Jin Jian raised her head and said dissatisfiedly:

"My daughter is still in danger, you don't save her! Why are you still laughing? What's so funny about it?"

"Ah, I just saw the bravery of our precious daughter, a true warrior who has no fear in the face of Deathwing. She doesn't need my aid, Gina.

Our daughter has proven that she can take care of herself. "

Dai Lin hastily restrained the smile on his face, but his upturned mouth represented the ecstasy and joy that he couldn't hide at the moment. He coughed, turned his head and shouted to the soldiers behind him:

"Scatter! Free our people and send them into the ranks of paladins and priests.

The tidesages have given instructions to Captain Taylor to steer our three ships to the coast of Gilneas. Silverpine Forest is badly damaged, and the people there will need our help. "

Behind him, Lothar holding the Emperor's Sword and the soldiers of the Stormwind Kingdom also rushed into the swaying and collapsing Dalaran. In addition to the elite of Commander Varian, King Terenas also sent Marshal Garithos Enter here with a group of elite soldiers as support.

At this time, Lothar's body was shining with a strange rune light, which was the effect he obtained after he used Stromkar to open the trial of human courage to Odin, the Lord of War.

This means that Odin is watching them.

This trial is not accomplished overnight, Odin is very strict in the selection of heroic spirits.

Although he had selected a batch of heroic spirits to enter the Hall of Valor in the decisive battle on the Burning Plain, he had to confirm that human civilization was worthy of attention if human beings were to become "Titan Familia" again.

This is Odin, a stubborn titan guardian, a stubborn old man, a guy who values ​​a sense of ritual and "procedural justice".

But Lothar was willing to accept this harsh test.

Although Bu Laike, the "prophet", did not tell Lothar how the world will work in the future, he does not need to say more, Lothar can understand that an era of chaos and change is coming.

With the current status of human beings, if they want to survive and continue in this increasingly terrifying world, they must be supported by the glory of their ancestors.

Elves and dwarves also have advantages, and humans need their own advantages.

King Varian Wrynn beside Lothar was holding a knight's warhammer. He looked at the distance above his head in a daze, and Grom Hellscream miraculously rushed out of Deathwing's shadow flames.

The orc was burning with flames all over his body, but he still roared and landed on Deathwing's head, swung the burning Gorehowl battle ax, and slashed at the fallen dragon.

Grom Hellscream found a way to defeat Deathwing by relying on the wound left by Bo Rocks, and he continued to expand that wound.

With every swing of the axe, mighty Deathwing utters a cry of pain.

That scene was like wrestling with God!

The phoenix carried the legendary mages to join the battle, and the little Xingxing also began to pluck up his courage, "splashing water" towards Deathwing at high altitude.

"Holy Light, how on earth did we defeat these green-skinned monsters? They could even compete with Deathwing."

Varian looked at the battle above his head with the envy of a warrior. If he was stronger, he might also be able to represent human warriors and join the battle destined to be passed down in history.

"Don't think too much, we beat them, that's the result."

Lothar patted Varian on the shoulder and said:

"Don't envy the greatness of others, little Varian, you are destined to forge your own legend in the future. Now, our people need us.

follow me! "

The old marshal waved his hand, and a group of veterans followed behind him. They took the initiative to meet the demons who came from the broken city to slaughter innocent people.

The air cavalry of the dwarves has also taken off. Muradin and Falstad, who were full of anger today, commanded the griffin knights and continued to attack the demons.

Behind them, more and more innocent people escaped from the power of dreams.

It's not that the green dragons are weak, it's mainly because fresh life enters the dream, and they will be rejected by that special plane, and ordinary people who don't study the way of dreams will be "assimilated" in it.

They can't stay in the dream for too long.

But fortunately, this time is enough for them to survive the most terrifying moment of the cataclysm. With Deathwing being besieged again, the tumbling of the power of the earth has stopped.

It's time to leave this city of hell and never return!

This wretched place!

"Marshal! Please save our children!"

In the continuous and orderly evacuation, a human couple cried and threw themselves at Lothar's feet. They hugged Lothar's armor and shouted:

"Those trolls! Those Amani trolls, they took away our children and many elves, and they declared that unless you or Prince Kael'thas went there in person, they would sacrifice our children Dedicated to their evil gods.

They arrested many people.

Marshal Lothar, please save them. "

"Troll?"

Lothar frowned, he helped the human couple up, and asked:

"Where are they?"

"That castle!"

Already frightened by today's "stimulating incident", the pale-faced human man tremblingly pointed at the center of the broken city, the burning Violet Castle.

He said:

"The trolls broke through there, and many of the little mages were captured. That troll chieftain in Zul'jin spared some people, let us bring the word out.

The elves went to rescue people, but they were stopped, and they suffered heavy losses. "

"Can't go, it's a trap."

Grand Duke Fordragon beside Varian grabbed Lothar's wrist, and said in a deep voice:

"I heard about the troll Zul'jin during the war. He is known for his cunning and cruelty. He is the leader of the trolls that gives Quel'Thalas a headache. It is said that he has been trying to rebuild the Amani troll empire.

He's coming for you, Marshal Lothar.

Once he can really kill you, his reputation among the trolls will reach its peak immediately, and it will be easy to respond to every call. He will use your head as his 'coronation' ceremony. "

"Look in my eyes! Tell me to let the trolls kill my people! Bolvar!"

Lothar yelled at this moment, making the Grand Duke speechless for a moment.

The old marshal shook his head, and said softly to the two weeping human couples behind him:

"You retreat first, I will rescue your children, I promise! I promise those Amani trolls will never hurt anyone again."

"We trust you, Marshal, you have the courage of Thorium."

The couple gratefully followed the paladins to evacuate, watching them leave, Lothar took a deep breath, and glanced at the emperor's sword in his hand.

He said:

"Stromkar became famous all over the world in the battle with the Amani trolls, maybe it was fate, maybe it was a coincidence, but for today's battle, I must go.

Look!

The sword has felt the scent of an ancient enemy, urging me to drink the blood of the troll and claim victory! "

Lothar laughed.

As bold as he was when he was young, he turned around and patted Varian on the shoulder. He said:

"Whether I can come back or not, Varian, continue on your path, keep going if you decide, and don't be disturbed by others. There is not much I can teach you, and you will definitely be better than me in the future.

You stay here!

Command the soldiers instead of me, and make sure the innocents are evacuated from this doomed city. "

"I want to go with you!"

Varian clenched his fists and said:

"The Grand Duke can command in my place, I must go! I have lost a father."

"Let him go."

Bolvar grabbed his sword and said in a deep voice:

"I swear in the name of House Fordragon that I will not let the demons harm our people. His Majesty Varian must witness today's battle, and he has reason enough.

Old Marshal, you can't stop him. "

"You can't use a warhammer to deal with trolls. Those bastards recover faster than you. Use this!"

Commander Stormgard, who was leading a team of knights with great swords to Dalaran, took off the hideous double-edged battle ax on his back and handed it to Wari install.

He said:

"This battle ax has been with me for many years. It was passed down from my grandfather, and its name is 'Trollbane'! It has been tempered with the secret method of the 'Troll Slayer' family, and the trolls cut by it cannot resume again.

If I could, I would prefer to kill those bastards myself, but now I want to protect the people, so, Your Majesty Varian, go to war instead of me! "

General Trollbane sneered slightly, and thrust his ax into Varian's hands, saying:

"Hack at least one troll bastard for me! Of course, the more the better."

"Marshal, are you going to kill the troll? Count me in!"

Falstad, the High Lord of the Wildhammer in the air, heard something about the troll and immediately became interested. There are also trolls rampant in the Eagle's Nest Mountains where the Wildhammer dwarves live, and the trolls are also enemies of the Wildhammer dwarves.

He will drive his brave griffin down, grab a giant warhammer that is as tall as others, and invite Lothar and Varian to board his griffin, and go to kill the troll together .

Under the general's gaze, Lothar and Varian mounted the griffin and flew towards the burning Violet Castle amidst the shouts of the Wildhammer dwarves.

It wasn't that far, but it was impossible to walk through because Deathwing shattered the ground.

The griffin flew fast and steadily. When they were close to the top of the castle, Lothar and Varian jumped down and landed firmly. Looking down from their positions, they could still see the mages of the Quel'dorei elves and Rangers are attacking the castle gates.

And at the very top of the castle, a cruel blood sacrifice was already halfway through.

The troll chief Zul'jin sat on the corpses of several elves with a grim expression. Behind him, the magic lord Malacath was sending a bound frightened elf to a temporary altar.

Blood from sacrifices was everywhere, and weird incense was lingering around.

Seeing Lothar's arrival, the surrounding Amani berserkers howled and raised their weapons and rushed over, but the old marshal didn't care, just reached out and drew the emperor's sword behind him.

"bass"

The moment Stromka was pulled out this time, it began to hum. It felt the siege of the ancient enemy, and passed its power to Lothar.

It's like adding a "troll fear halo" to the old marshal.

No matter how brave the trolls are, when they see Stromkar's blade, they will be inspired with the most original fear in their hearts. They hugged their heads and rushed away, screaming in horror:

"No! That sword! That sword of destruction!"

"The enemy of the trolls is coming!"

"He wants to kill us all, run! Run!"

"Hahaha"

Lothar laughed loudly at this moment. He looked back at Varian who was holding the Thorbane battle ax behind him, and said:

"Look, Varian, this is what happens to the losers! Their civilization was destroyed by us three thousand years ago, and the ancient fear still haunts their hearts today.

You have to remember what they look like, and you have to let them teach you the bitterness of failure.

You can never put human beings in this situation.

We still have hope and a future.

but they.

They are gone! "

(end of this chapter)