Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 67. 66. The Folly of the Madman

At the same time that Laike started his second phase of assassin training in the hills where the alliance launched a big counterattack and became more and more chaotic, in the far north, thousands of miles away, in northern Xinjiang.

In the Quel'Thalas High Elf Kingdom, which is located in the northernmost part of the eastern continent and protrudes out of the continent to form a peninsula, a conspiracy is also going on, and it has advanced to the final stage.

According to countless human troubadours, the Eversong Forest of the High Elf Kingdom is one of the most beautiful places in the entire eastern continent. It is rumored that the forest is bathed in inexhaustible golden magic power.

And it itself is a sea of ​​fiery red.

This forest is made up of special maple trees, which can absorb and solidify magic power, and also grow fiery red maple leaves. It was also the favorite plant of the queen of the ancient elf empire 10,000 years ago.

After the high elves migrated to the land of the Eastern Continent 6,800 years ago, they began to replant this kind of maple tree, and used them as a symbol of magic.

It was a way of showing that Quel'Thalas was the legitimate lineage of the Elven Empire.

It also marks the break between the high elves and their kaldorei night elves, their cousins ​​on the other side of the Great Sea.

For thousands of years, this fiery red maple leaf spread all over the Quel'Thalas Peninsula has been the scenery that the high elves are most proud of, most admire, and most nostalgic for.

But now, most of it has been destroyed.

The violent orcs and the mortal enemies of the high elves, the Amani forest trolls, invaded this beautiful and majestic land. They were resisted by the Farstrider Ranger Legion.

The forest is the most suitable battlefield for rangers. A few days before the start of the war, the orcs and trolls suffered heavy losses, so the great chief Orgrim issued an order.

The orcs of the Dragonmaw clan drive the red dragon, which sprays dragon fire from the sky.

In one day, two-thirds of the Eversong Forest was burned, and those beautiful maple trees, together with the rangers hidden in them, were burned to ashes.

These abominable invaders brought unimaginable viciousness and threats during the nearly seven thousand years of peace of the high elves, and the Farstrider Legion suffered heavy losses that day.

Fortunately, the ranger general Liresa Windrunner turned the tide at the last moment, with a lone army resisting the subsequent invasion of the orc army amidst the raging dragon fire.

The powerful and old ranger general covered the retreat of fifty thousand rangers.

The price was that the three thousand elites she led were wiped out, and she herself died in battle on the border of the country she loved and guarded all her life.

She died very uneasy.

He was besieged to death by a legendary orc warrior and a legendary warlock. After the hero died in battle, he was respected by the legendary warrior and his body was sent back to Silvermoon City.

But warlocks are a bunch of bastards with no limit.

Therefore, the soul of General Liresa was held in the hands of the great warlock Gul'dan as his proud spoils of war.

"Gul'dan, the loathsome and arrogant Saurfang has sent another warrior to try to claim that elf's soul! He is a hopeless fool.

He also wants to send that soul back to our enemies. "

On the ashes of the burnt Eversong Forest, in the camp belonging to the Raiding Clan, an old orc with a hunched waist laughed and reported to his master in the dark den situation.

He was not very well dressed, wearing a black magic robe and holding a white bone staff.

But every time he raised his head, the dark red eyes and the rough skin with scales on his neck would make people shudder.

This proves that the orc warlock has been deeply affected by fel energy, and does not resist the blessing of that power, or taint.

There was no cure for him.

Just like everyone else gathered in this den.

And surrounded by them, an old orc wearing a tattered green hood that covered his forehead and most of his face, looked older, more stooped, and had some problems with his legs and feet, was playing with a delicate and perfect Soul Stone, without saying a word.

He didn't answer.

His performance was quite low-key, but judging from the fact that the orc warlocks around him didn't dare to look up to see his performance, he was the undisputed master here.

He is the leader and leader of the Shadow Council, a group of hopeless scum.

He is undeniably the most evil man.

The Lord of the Sewers, the Rats of the Shadows, is the most ruthless, cruel, and vicious creature to be found in Azeroth today.

If the evil of others is a means, then the pure evil practiced by this person in front of him is his purpose.

He is cunning, despicable, shameless, without dignity, vicious in heart, raised in the milk of corruption, and belongs to the spokesperson of darkness.

He does not refute all the above descriptions, does not regard them as slander, and is proud of them.

His name is Gul'dan.

The first and most powerful warlock in the orc civilization was the one who personally killed the orc tradition, the one who destroyed the Dellano world, and the one who lured the orc to drink the blood of the devil.

It is the person who formed the violent tribe and led it to war, and the person who opened the door of darkness and found another world that can be destroyed for the orcs.

Ruler of the Shadow Council.

Is the chieftain of the Raider Clan.

It was the person who emptied the black hand and bent down to be Orgrim's dog shamelessly in order to survive.

He is also the one who is about to abandon Chief Orgrim, and will betray the entire tribe when it is about to win the war.

"boom"

Gul'dan was light He tapped on the table next to him.

In the next moment, the entire dark den immediately fell silent.

All the shameless bastards shut their mouths and listened to what their Dark Lord had to say.

"Our Great Chief, where is he now?"

Gul'dan coughed, and asked in a low, turbid, weak tone like an old man.

It's not like he's pretending.

During the battle before, he was shot by General Liresa Windrunner with an arrow. If Gul'dan hadn't sacrificed his own demon to resist, that sniper arrow would be enough to blow his head off.

He did get hurt.

But no one dared to underestimate him because of this. Under his questioning, an orc warlock with the Dragonmaw clan logo on his body immediately replied humbly:

"Honorable Gul'dan, our warchief has entered the Tirisfal region with the elite of the Blackrock Clan and several other small clans.

According to their speed of travel, the siege should have begun by now.

Stupid Saurfang did his best to hide this news from us.

He is leading his subordinates to attack near the human city of Stratholme, and he also asked us to join the battle to attract the power of elves and humans for the great chief's raid. "

"Ok."

Gul'dan nodded, turned the soul stone in his hand a few times, opened his dark red eyes, and asked again:

"How is the situation over there in the Alterac Kingdom?"

"Aiden Perenolde is a coward, noble Gul'dan."

Another younger orc warlock laughed and replied:

"We made him a meager threat, kidnapped his children, and he succumbed, and he has let go of the fort and the valley to our warchief.

Orgrim has passed through there with his army, bypassing all the defensive lines of the Alliance, and rushing all the way to the heart of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

Our warchief is now only one step away from victory. He has reached the city of Lordaeron he has always dreamed of, and we only need to go to support him.

Victory shall belong to the Horde"

"Very well, I have promised our warchief victory in the war, and I have done my best to pave his way to victory in return for his generosity in sparing my life."

Gul'dan chuckled.

He didn't act like a mean and shameless warlock at this moment. In a low sigh, he said:

"I have fulfilled my promise, I have fulfilled my obligations to the tribe, as for the reinforcements that the chief needs, let me rely on my own charisma to find them.

Next, it's time for me to set off to find what I crave.

The power left by the dark gods in this world, the one that belongs to me haha, I have delayed too much time. "

He fastened the soul stone in his hand, closed his eyes again, waved his hand, and said to the group of bastards around him:

"Go ahead.

Tell Cho'gall I need his Twilight's Hammer clan, and some two-headed ogres catalyzed by elven runestones!

Gather the forces of our Ravager Clan, and there is nothing left in the land of Quel'Thalas worthy of our affections.

Nekros, go talk to your chieftain, Zuluhed.

He still has time to think about whether he wants to accompany me. I need his red dragon very much, but it doesn't matter if he doesn't want to.

I know that Orgrim gave him an order before he left, let him watch me, let him feed me to his red dragon when necessary, and ask him to gather the two clans under my command and go to support Lordaeron the war,

So, ask him for me, Nekros, my brother, ask your chieftain for me."

Gul'dan let out a deep laugh, and said:

"Ask who is he more afraid of? Orgrim? Or me!"

The warlock of the Dragonmaw clan immediately took orders to leave.

After watching him disappear, Gul'dan cleared his throat, stood up, spread his hands, and said to the group of the most shameless and craziest bastards he carefully selected in front of him:

"Get ready, guys.

We're leaving tomorrow night!

Go to Hillsbrad Hills, go to Southsea Town, the Gorefiend has prepared a boat for us to cross the sea! I will take you to the land where the gods fell

I will fulfill my promise to you.

I will take you on the path of becoming a god that is full of darkness and glory! "

This deceptive rhetoric made all the warlocks excited. Ever since the chieftain of the black hand was killed by Orgrim, they, the group of people who originally ruled the tribe in the shadows, have become prisoners.

In order to survive, they had to serve Orgrim and the victory of the entire Horde, and they had to show their loyalty.

But loyal.

Not a virtue that belongs to a warlock.

They were tired of this pretense, and some wise men among them guessed that Gul'dan could not be generous with the dark power of the gods.

They are likely to be used as cannon fodder by Gul'dan.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Compared to Gul'dan, who is cunning and vicious, but will allow them to do all kinds of evil, Orgrim's great chief who doesn't value their power is not worth following at all!

They were happy to follow Gul'dan, driving their venom-soaked daggers into the Horde's back.

tribal victory

whispering sound!

What's the use of that thing?

What good does that thing do them?

If it's not good for them, then why are they helping Orgrim win?

Betray.

Betray! ! !

They have waited too long for this day.

After all the warlocks left with a seething heart of darkness, Gul'dan sat back in his chair, and in the silence, Gul'dan's fingers flicked lightly.

In the shadows, an orc wearing a strange black leather hat and black leather armor appeared behind him.

He is waiting for orders.

"I know that when I handed over little Garona to you for training, you have been paying attention to her.

You yearn to prove that you are the strongest, whether it is in your clan or the Shadow Council. I know your obsession with power, my friend.

Now my little pet has disappeared.

I don't need to guess to know what she's thinking. "

Gul'dan closed his eyes and said softly:

"I will give you a chance to deal with her, I no longer need the weapon I cultivated myself, and I don't need her to cause me any trouble.

Go find Cho'gall.

You are keeping the Juggernaut Orb. If she dares to show up and obstruct my cause, kill her! "

"Mighty Gul'dan, I am happy to serve you."

The orc assassin who was silent in the shadows let out a deep laugh, but he didn't leave, and seemed to lack the respect that other warlocks had for Gul'dan.

He said hoarsely:

"Kingslayer's Twin Blades."

Gul'dan waved his hand and made a generous promise:

"As long as you can defeat the disciple you trained, it will belong to you."

(end of this chapter)