Azeroth Trail of Light

"Yo, it's quite lively!"

The door of the command room was pushed open. Dick, who was covered in stains all over his body, his hair was disheveled, and his armor had serious corrosion marks, walked in slowly. Liadrin followed him, carrying A female elf in a green robe.

The two walked into the command room, Dick made a gesture, and Liadrin threw the elf she was carrying on the chair next to her, and Jarod's eyes widened immediately!

"You captured a green dragon!"

Tyrande's eyes also narrowed. As the priest of the moon, the chosen one of the moon god Elune, she keenly sensed the aura from Dick's body. It was in the same line as the moon god's breath, but its nature was completely different. breath.

The priest of the moon didn't care about the fact that the paladin brought back a seriously injured green dragon girl.

"Well, it's not a prisoner, but there are some unexpected circumstances."

Dick sat down next to the round table, and Ms. Liadrin brought him a glass of water thoughtfully. Dick looked at Jarod, then at Tyrande, and then said,

"The Green Dragonflight is in trouble."

"What's the meaning?"

Jarod asked.

"Go and ask her, anyway, it's a very troublesome thing."

Dick pouted at the green dragon girl who was struggling to hold her abdomen, and the latter closed his eyes and said before Jarod could ask,

"The Emerald Dreamland was polluted, and the dark nightmare eroded our minds. Lord Tailar led us to escape from the Emerald Dreamland, but the queen... the queen was imprisoned by the fallen people of Lethorn, and Eraniku Lord Si, its soul has been split, Nightmare Tyrant, it is it who presided over this rebellion!"

"Nightmare? What's that?"

"The King of Nightmare, it calls itself Harveys, we don't know where it came from, but it has been lurking in the dream, and even the sleep of the world has not been able to monitor it."

"boom!"

Garrod's palms were placed on the table fiercely, his whole body trembling with anger, he stretched out his trembling hand and pointed at Tyrande whose face was getting uglier,

"Look at the good deeds you and Malfurion have done. I asked you to kill Harveys, but you say that all crimes should have the right to repent, exile? Open your eyes and take a good look, your exiled prisoners , is strangling our companions!"

Dick held the pipe in his mouth. It was picked up from the ruins of Dalaran. It belonged to the archmage Antonidas. The old mage cherished this ebony pipe and cast exquisite spells on it, among which The tobacco leaves are always full, and only one password is needed to ignite them.

"Wisdom is priceless!"

Dick grunted, the pipe filled himself with tobacco, and then lit himself. He took a deep breath of the mellow smoke, stretched out his hand, and pressed Garald's palm down.

"Okay, Garrod, now is not the time to talk about this, let's find a way to enter the Emerald Dream to save people, Ms. Delia Sera and I provoked the war between those crazy dragons and demons, before it subsides, we must Find a way to rescue Queen Ysera."

After finishing speaking, Dick turned his head to Tyrande again. He looked at the wife of ten thousand years and pursed his lips.

"If I'm not mistaken, the sleeping Druids can't be awakened, right?"

Tyrande looked gloomy, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

"Very well, then this is not just about me and Jarod."

Dick moved his tired body. In order to treat the dying green dragon girl Delia Sera, he almost exhausted all his energy. He leaned back on the chair, spread his hands,

"Holy light has a certain suppressive effect on nightmares. You can discuss the countermeasures. We can help at any time! Oh, yes, maybe you can find a way to contact the orcs. Those rough-skinned, thick-skinned and immortal guys can be used as meat shields. But that's all!"

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The night elves are out-and-out immortal species. When Tyrande violated the agreement with the guardian dragon and did not use the energy of the world tree Nordrassil to resurrect the demigod who died in battle, this thriving world The tree brought the blessing of eternal life to the night elves on Mount Hyjal.

Their character is very lazy, which is a common problem of all long-lived species, but in the face of the real disaster of genocide, these elves are still very efficient. Early the next morning, the group of huntresses and surviving druids Driving into Falling Star Lake not far from the Ashenvale defense line, Dick even saw a dozen ruthless characters wearing iron owl helmets, blade cloaks, and holding knife wheels walking like ghosts around the camp. .

That is the Watcher, the sharpest shadow blade of the night elves during the War of the Ancients. It is composed of female elves who have been trained since childhood. It is fierce in shots, superb in combat skills, and able to manipulate the power of shadows. It is a first-class assassin. , when necessary, can also become a battlefield slayer.

However, according to Garald, it seems that Tyrande felt that the number of watchmen was getting smaller and smaller, and the training method was too cruel, so thousands of years ago, the organization of watchmen was cancelled, and the result was Now, only a small number of esoteric Wardens are still able to fight.

This kind of mercy, in Dick's view, is simply an incomprehensible Madonna disease. If he has the watchman's training method in his hand, he will definitely train as much as he can. This kind of big killer, Dick has never Too little.

But now Dick had more important things to do. He stood alone in the command room, and Liadrin stood guard at the door, not allowing anyone to approach.

Dick sat on the chair, calmed his mind, and called softly,

"Mister Nozdormu, I need your help!"

After calling for nearly ten minutes, the pale yellow light sprinkled across the entire camp, and everyone fell into a stillness. The familiar time was still, and the familiar way of appearance, but every time it was so shocking.

"Dick, time traveler, what's the matter?"

"The second demon war, we plan to rescue Ysera. The green dragon is basically done. Can you spare a hand? Send some bronze dragons to join the battle."

Hearing Dick's suggestion, Nozdormu was silent for a few seconds, and the voice of the old man next door sounded again,

"Unfortunately, I can't."

Faced with this answer, Dick was already mentally prepared, but he still asked one more question,

"Is it the Eternal Dragon?"

"Yeah, no matter how careful the Bronze Dragon is, these guys will always appear in countless timelines. My warriors have fought against the Eternal Dragon in countless timelines. This is an endless war. We have been unable to intervene in the affairs of this world, but if you don’t mind, I can send some recruits to support, but their combat effectiveness”

"It doesn't matter, as long as there is support!"

Dick snapped his fingers and said in a relaxed tone, "I rescued Garrod, and I plan to resurrect those demigods of the wilderness. The intensity of this war is destined to be lower than the original history."

Nozdormu reminded with a smile,

"I want to remind you that if you do this, the known history will become even more unpredictable, and it is not necessarily a good thing for demigods to return to this world too early, and they will not be able to make a final decision in the face of an enemy like the great demon." effect."

After finishing speaking, Nozdormu's voice became serious,

"Your thinking is very dangerous! Dick, you are trying to challenge and drastically change history! And in my opinion, you still haven't understood the true meaning of history!"

"The trend of history has changed drastically. I came to this world, isn't it for this!"

Dick shrugged and patted his chest confidently. He feels good now. As long as Ysera can be rescued and the Green Dragon Army joins the battle, the demon's advantage will be greatly reduced!

"Okay, Dick, I can't persuade you, so go on according to your ideas, this is the road of chaos, I can't see the way ahead, but maybe you are right! But I want to remind you, Ty People like Rand, Malfurion, and Thrall must not die here, and the second demon war must also be won, you know, if time collapses, I will not be able to save you."

The pale yellow light dissipated, Dick heaved a sigh of relief, and moved his fist.

This is his third large-scale historical node. Compared with Stratholme and Quel'Thalas, the scope for him to gallop this time has become larger and larger. The change of history cannot be achieved overnight. When Dick completes After nearly 20% of the new history of the world has been reversed, the new history has become more and more stable, enough to support his more active participation in historical events.

Dick believed that one day, even if he personally killed important historical figures like Alsace or Tyrande, it would not cause time to collapse. When that day came, that would be the real new chapter of history.

"Dick, Garrod and the others are ready to go!"

Liadrin yelled outside the door, Dick responded, put the flame of justice behind his back, grabbed the sheathed crusader's long sword, adjusted his armor and clothes, and strode out Room.

Dick's first instinct was that Jarod's plan was risky.

But the success rate is very high!

Garrod and Dick, with the army of paladins and elves, are responsible for delaying the attack of the drakes and dragonmen. Tyrande, with the watcher and several other heroes, breaks into the world's sleep and solves the problem of imprisoning the dream queen. The emerald dragon, as for the important task of distracting the most difficult nightmare tyrant, Eranikus, was handed over to Thrall, Varok, Grom, and Vol'jin whose face was painted all over in a hurry.

A trio of orc heroes with rough skin and thick skin, with T, milk and output, is the most suitable for this job. However, Dick regretted that another hero, Rexxar, was recently helping the tauren evacuate in Desolace, so he was unable to participate in this battle.

Although Grom and Varok are still troubled by "toxemia", they said that they can still do it if it is just restraint.

Dick reckoned that the orcs came so actively, they probably had another plan. With so many elite soldiers gathered together, why not take the opportunity to make a surprise attack, kill the destroyer Maronos, and completely solve the "toxemia" of the orcs .

But Dick didn't make this guess. Garald is now in command of the battle. I believe this elf will make a proper judgment.

To be honest, such an unexpected situation actually disrupted Dick's original plan, and the change of the elves also attracted the attention of the demons raging in Ashenvale. Dick estimated that after they set off, the demons would Come to attack the Ashenvale defense line, if they can't come back in time, the First Expeditionary Corps will be in danger of being destroyed.

"Erigor, if I mean if, if the demon's offensive is too strong to resist, you can choose to retreat, retreat to the barren land, the orcs have a second line of defense in Durotar, let them stand in front, We'll be back asap!"

Before setting off, Dick whispered to the Paladin commander.

"I understand, Dick, you can go at ease!"

Eligor is an old soldier. He has been active in the battlefield since he was young. It has been more than ten years since the war. Dick has more confidence in him than in himself.

In the dim light of another morning in Ashenvale, thousands of truly elite warriors set out.

Night sabers, warhorse chocobos, and druids who transformed into reindeer, all of them had solemn faces. Felwood Forest had already been smashed into a pot of porridge, and Cenarius, the king of the forest, could not stop it at all. It is only a matter of time before the all-destroying demonic coalition forces enter Mount Hyjal.

However, the large army of elves was blocked in Ashenvale, and they could only use fuel tactics to try to regain the defense line of Felwood Forest. The situation has reached the worst level. Druid legion, then Mount Hyjal, which is currently extremely empty in military strength, can only let the great demon run amok.

Dick was riding on the horse, his eyes were clear, but he also had troubles. Ever since he set foot on the land of Kalimdor, a question had been on his mind.

"Originally, the union between night elves, humans, and orcs was built by Medivh in the soul state. Now that the union has been established, where is Medivh, the prophet?"