Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 620 173. Don't Come Over! Stinky woman! - Add updates for the brothers who donate [2830]

The disaster in Dalaran is finally over.

After this long day, after repeated attacks by black dragons, orcs, demons, world destroyers and polluters, this magical city that once stood proudly on the land of northern Xinjiang suffered from collapse and collapse to the end. time.

What once existed as the city of Dalaran, now there is only a huge pit the size of a city.

Even more heart-wrenching than the destruction of cities are the casualties of spellcasters.

The Kirin Tor alone has lost one-tenth of its high-ranking mages today, and even an archmage in the Council of Six died in the line of duty. Archmage Delandon was hit by Archimonde's finger of death during the battle against the Polluter, and his soul was shattered on the spot.

Under the leadership of Antonidas, the archmages are holding a simple but solemn funeral for Archmage Delandon on the shore of Lake Lordamere, which has been permanently diverted.

Many high-level mages and young mages who survived the catastrophe participated in it.

In addition, many paladins and priests also died at the forefront of fighting against demons, which broke the hearts of those who survived.

Their sacrifice was great.

Narthalas College sheltered the civilians and young mages in the city at the beginning of the disaster. Under the escort of paladins and veterans, these rescued people were transferred to a messy Silverpine Forest at the last moment.

They did not have large-scale casualties, but they also lost everything but their lives today.

But no one complained.

After witnessing the ravages of the World Destroyer and the Polluter with their own eyes, the surviving people are only thankful and grateful. That kind of doomsday scene cannot be shaken by manpower.

After the disaster finally passed, it was a blessing in misfortune that so many lives remained.

The wind at night blows away the last trace of gunpowder smoke, just like the stinky pirates sighed before, the night sky tonight is incredibly pure, and you can see the extremely vivid Milky Way and the warm moon when you look up.

The old Pope Fao, who was guarding the city of Lordaeron, worked tirelessly to bring a batch of supplies from the city of Lordaeron, and also brought hundreds of priests to comfort the exhausted innocents. mind.

Under his leadership, the surviving people performed a large-scale prayer at the edge of a desolate Dalaran pit. When the warm holy light shone on the body, the joy of escape and the pain of loss disappeared People come to mind.

The low and mournful cry was like a gust of wind, spreading far away in the night.

Even the indifferent and proud mages sincerely bowed down under the holy light tonight.

They may not have replaced the truth with belief, but at such a tired moment, they also removed their disguise, hoping to comfort and soothe their frightened hearts.

Farther away, outside of a desolate forest near the collapsed and ruined, the priests and druids of the Church of the Moon God are also praying with elf characteristics here.

The druids gathered up the corpses of their compatriots, and collected the remains for them under the moonlight. These warriors will be brought back to the Moonglade, and their ashes will be scattered in the Luna Lake, sleeping in the embrace of nature forever .

And under the prayer of Pastor Luna, the moonlight in the sky also slanted down like a human being. In that clear moonlight, it seemed that even the pain and exhaustion in the soul would be washed away.

This scene is completely different from the holy light, but it is equally sacred, and it also attracted many wandering human beings to watch.

Although it was not a good time, the priests of the Moon God still gently conveyed the grace and greatness of the Moon God to these aliens who had just experienced the disaster.

Actually gained some believers.

After all, in the defeat of the Polluters, the manifestation of the moon god Elune was clearly seen by many people.

Such a powerful world-destroying demon is no match for the light of the moon god. Perhaps entrusting one's soul and faith to the great Elune is the way to righteous faith.

Seeing this scene, the senior priest of the Church of the Holy Light, Iselion, gritted his teeth. He wished he could rush over now, let the elves have a good taste of the "iron fist" of the Holy Light, and drive away all the heretics!

How dare they spread their blasphemous heresy on the land of holy light!

They should all be tied to the stake and burned!

However, the druids and priests of the Moon God did contribute a lot in the battle against the demons just now, and now they will make troubles so that the people will see the narrowness of the Church of the Holy Light.

After much deliberation, Pastor Isenlien could only suffer from being dumb.

He turned his hatred of heretics into more fanatical preaching, and with a group of like-minded priests, he began to preach the greatness of the Holy Light to the people more passionately.

There is a faint meaning of fighting against the Luna Church on the opposite side.

Actually, these extreme fanatics are just a little crazy, but they are not stupid.

This point can be seen from the performance of the Rende Society at this time. Those fanatical nature protectors also suffered casualties, but they are enthusiastically presenting some magical seeds to the victims of the disaster in Dalaran.

These seeds are all catalyzed by natural magic.

As long as it is planted in the soil under the moonlight and watered, small trees that can grow pine nuts and fruits can be formed overnight, although they can only last for a few days before withering.

But for these starving people, these seeds are too useful.

Of course, magic seeds are not given in vain.

The Druids of the Benevolence Society will ask people to follow the natural way in their future lives, and listen to them carefully explain the Druids' natural cycle theory.

At the same time, carry some "private goods".

For example, a bastard hunter like Hemet Nesingwary is the enemy of all life. After encountering it, you must let the guardian of nature, Rende, report his itinerary in time.

"I should have shot coldly during the turmoil just now, and killed all those druids! When someone asks, they will say that they died at the hands of demons.

I also act as a personal certificate or something. "

Hemet, who was standing next to his iron-clad griffin, complained while drinking with his dwarf brothers. Muradin and Falstad were very depressed at the moment.

They came to northern Xinjiang as Lothar's guards, but they failed to fulfill their duties as guards.

Marshal Lothar has been sent to a secret place under the church to recuperate, and it is very likely that that great man will never wake up.

"Blame those Amani trolls! And those greenskins!"

Muradin drank his wine and said angrily:

"It's time to kill them all! How can we let them escape? What happened to Dai Lin's old knife this time? Why didn't he show kindness before?"

"It was too messy before."

Falstad drank a glass of wine and said helplessly:

"Those orcs ran away after fighting the demons. They had dragons, and our griffins were too damaged to catch up with them. It's not to blame for Dailin, he was also injured when fighting the demons.

As for the Amani trolls, you have nothing to worry about.

The elves of Quel'Thalas couldn't swallow this breath. Even if Zul'jin was dead, those vengeful elves would send a large army to destroy the last city of Amani.

This time the Wildhammer dwarves will also participate!

Just for Marshal Lothar. "

"Speaking of which, where are the dragons?"

Hemet spat towards the camp of the Druids of the Benevolent Order, looked back at his dwarf brothers, and asked in a low voice:

"I saw them just now, why did they disappear without a trace?"

"They're back in their dreams."

Muradin sighed and said:

"It is said that their queen was injured, and the heroic little blue dragon who saved us all was also escorted back to Northrend by her people.

The kings all sent her invitations, and she could come back and play whenever she wanted.

That little girl has a good personality, and she drinks freely, but a little.

Hmm, kind of silly.

They were all taken away by the stinky pirate next to her. That guy caught a lot this trip, and sneaked away to the coast with a bunch of scum under his command before nightfall.

Calculating the time, they should have reached the beach by now, right?

I was thinking of beating him up sometime, he tricked my brother out of civilization, heck, what a cunning bastard. "

"I heard that guy has a deep background?"

Falstad was also interested. He took out three dwarf pipes from his pocket and distributed them to Hemet and Muradin. He also lit one beautifully, and said in a cloud:

"Muradin, you have a deep friendship with him. Tell me about him. I heard Marshal Lothar say that he is a very magical person? It is said that there is nothing in the world that he doesn't know?"

"He's a prophet, or at least claims to be a prophet."

Muradin also exhaled the smoke ring and said:

"That guy is really powerful, he can do anything, and it is said that he has his own fleet at sea, but you have to be very vigilant when dealing with him, otherwise you will be tricked into doing things by him if you don't make it right.

I.

Cough cough, I have a friend who is like this, he was cheated and smeared for two days! However, he is also generous in his moves, and he is a person who can make friends.

The premise is that he really regards you as a friend. "

Having said that, Prince Bronzebeard touched the small dark gray flying hammer at his waist.

While bragging and farting with the dwarf brothers, occasionally a sliver of moonlight would reflect a strange luster full of stars on the little flying hammer.

In the previous battle, Muradin used this flying hammer mixed with Luna Steel to kill several lesser demon lords, and the power was astonishing.

But every time he touched the newly forged Storm Hammer, the dwarf prince felt a headache. He hadn't forgotten that he agreed to another request from the stinky pirate.

He said that when the time is right, he will go to Tol Barad, where Laike is, to forge something for him.

Dwarves generally don't like to owe favors, and now he doubts what kind of thing Bo Laike wants him to forge.

What if that guy is used to do bad things?

uh ok.

His doubts are actually meaningless. Thinking about it with the wine glass in his hand, he knows that the stinky pirate must use the magic weapon he forged to do bad things.

Ugh, what a headache, and it's all due to that idiot Brian!

If you accidentally fall into the trap of stinky pirates, you will no longer be a partner of justice.

While Muradin was drinking extremely melancholy, in the depths of the druids' camp, in the depths of the Silverpine forest that had just been ravaged by Deathwing's "miniature cataclysm".

Ms. Nasa, the warden of the watchmen, was rushing forward in the moonlight of the night. After crossing a strange raised ridge, she entered a hidden woodland.

Under the moonlight, the scene at the entrance made Nasa gasp.

Seven or eight evil energy crystal prisms suspended on the ground reflected a cold and strange arc light under the moonlight, and each evil energy prism sealed a demon lord.

These are the berserkers who were summoned by the black knights to create chaos in the chaos of Dalaran before. Some of them were killed by Illidan, and the rest are basically here.

In addition to the unlucky demons, there are even two black dragons with fearful expressions sealed in the shadow crystallization, of course they were "imprisoned" in human form

"Miss Maiev."

Nasa stepped forward quickly, and found Maiev Shadowsong who was sitting cross-legged on the ground among the prisms shaped by the watchman's secret technique, bathed in the moonlight and praying quietly.

The latter is still the classic dress of the Watcher armor, a strand of white ponytail flutters in the wind behind the helmet, and her thorn knife wheel is placed beside her, so she can pick it up to fight.

"Where's your armor? Why are you wearing an assassin's suit? Where's your weapon? Why are you using two demon swords? That's not the Warden's standard weapon, it will weaken your combat effectiveness."

Maiev asked in a calm tone.

Nasa, who rushed over, bowed her head and said with shame on her face:

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I've let you down. I was led into a trap by the cunning Boo Laike, and all my equipment became his trophy

But I have found out his real identity.

He is Derek Proudmoore, the lost prince of Kul Tiras, the leader of the "Temple Assassins" formed by Alonsus Faol himself in the Church of the Holy Light, and the Warlock School of Nazaras College. great mentor.

His identity is very complicated, suspected to be a prophet.

According to the information I got, behind every major event that happened in Beijiang today, there is his shadow in it. "

Maiev didn't care much about these intelligence performances, she was only interested in one thing.

She said in a strange tone:

"He robbed you? Stripped you naked?"

"No!"

Nasa immediately denied it, blushing and explained:

"I resisted desperately and left behind my underwear. That weird elemental demigod is as nasty as Bu Laike Shaw! It should be locked in a cage!"

"Hehe, I really hold a grudge."

Maiev chuckled softly.

She got up suddenly, grabbed her thorn knife wheel, and said to Nasa:

"Send these prisoners back to the Warden's Cage, it's uncomfortably empty.

You go back and get a new set of armor from Mai Lin, and then go to Mount Hyjal on behalf of the Watcher, and report to Tyrande the full details of the demonic invasion that happened on the Eastern Continent today.

Tell her, by the way, that Illidan has fled to Outworld, and we've lost track of him.

For the next period of time, the Warden enters a rest period, and you and Sera focus on training new recruits. The demonic invasion heralds an era of turmoil, and we must prepare for it. "

"Yes! Ma'am."

Nasa performed an ancient watchman etiquette, and when she saw that Maiev was leaving, she asked in a low voice:

"But, ma'am, about that pirate"

"He defeated my best lieutenant, and he's proven a menace. Combined with the fact that I've lost track of Illidan Stormrage, I'm out of missions for now.

It's like a short 'vacation' during a long garrison. "

Maiev Shadowsong raised her thorn blade wheel, rubbed her icy gauntlet on the sharp blade lightly, and a moon-white spirit owl flapped its wings and landed on Maiev's shoulder.

The warden paused, she looked up at the moonlight above her head, and said softly:

"This time, I will come in person!"

(end of this chapter)