Azeroth Trail of Light

Things in the world are like this, often you think you have made a profit, but in fact you lose so much that you can't even keep your underwear, but sometimes, you think you have lost, but the result of things is always unexpected.

Dick was in the midst of this sudden joy at this moment. Every time he noticed the dazzling orange blueprint in his forging interface, he couldn't help a smile from the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't restrain it no matter what.

"Hammer of Saffron", this is the initial form of the rare orange weapon "Saffras-Hand of the Balrog". Thaurissan gave Dick this blueprint, but after Dick observed it carefully, The complete forging diagram of the Balrog's Hand actually appeared in Dick's forging blueprint.

This means that as long as he can defeat the clone of the Fire Demon King and get the Eye of Sulfras, Dick can forge a legendary weapon! This is a surprise!

In fact, it's hard to say which is better, the artifact or the legendary weapon. The growth of the artifact is important, and the overbearing special effects of the legendary weapon are hard to let go. And when this blueprint appeared, Anveena also felt the crisis. She kept shouting at the paladins. Playing petty tantrums in his mind, repeatedly asking Dick to promise that he would not abandon the flame of justice.

Well, this kind of "harem competition for favor" makes Dick a little bit smug, and there is competition to make progress!

Of course, the blueprint taken out from Thaurissan also let Dick know another secret. The blueprint for the Hammer of Sulfuron in the game can only be bought from the Thorium Brotherhood. King's ruthless enslavement of the Dark Iron Dwarves. At first, Dick only thought that this resistance organization was organized by those uncontrolled Dark Iron Dwarves, but now it seems that there may be Thaurissan's shadow behind the Thorium Brotherhood!

This guy is completely playing the game of "palm of hand and back of hand", playing with players who think they are smart. Sure enough, none of these old guys are easy to deal with!

Dick spat viciously on the ground, then tightened the hood on his body, and under the whip of the black iron jailer, "difficultly" migrated towards the southern gate of Blackstone Mountain.

This kind of operation of transporting slaves and prisoners of war is carried out almost every day, and the Blackstone orcs guarding the southern gate will not stop them. Although they have been fighting with the Black Iron dwarves for several years, after all, the two sides live together in the narrow area of ​​Blackstone Mountain. place, so in addition to frequent conflicts, the two sides also have a tacit understanding.

There are also many regular customers of orcs in the Black Iron Bar. The orcs often hire the Black Iron dwarves to repair the fortress in the Burning Plain. coexisted with each other.

After walking out of the southern gate of Blackstone Mountain, the scenery of the Burning Plains appeared in Dick's eyes for the first time. Well, there is actually no scenery. Black soil, barren land, magma everywhere, and those vicious guys living here, flame scorpions, black snakes, molten spiders, any one of them can easily kill an ordinary person.

Poor mountains and bad waters, this is what we are talking about!

However, when Dick and the others appeared on the Burning Plain, it was the setting sun, and the beautiful and vast red glow hung in the sky, covering everything here with a layer of red gauze.

"How is it? The scenery is beautiful!"

Uncuffing the handcuffs, Windsor rubbed his wrists and walked to Dick's side. Looking at the sunset in the sky, he took a deep breath,

"It was here back then that we defeated the orcs and finally won the victory, but it was also here that Lord Lothar died in battle. It was a terrible time. Every day, familiar people die around you, and every day there are new people around you. Joining, it's really too bad."

The paladin ignored the old marshal's complaints. He casually took out a rolled up letter from his pocket and put it in the old marshal's hand.

"This is the letter. The black iron dwarves' mystics deciphered it, but Marshal, you have to be mentally prepared, because what you are about to see is a hopeless future!"

Windsor glanced at Dick. He had seen this paladin's supernatural powers more than once. He went out for 2 hours that night and brought back the queen who was under one person and over ten thousand people in the Black Iron Kingdom. After leaving the Black Iron Bar, when Liera showed up, she nearly drove the poor dwarf owner crazy.

Poor Prager thought that Dick had tied the queen back, maybe in the next moment, tens of thousands of Black Iron Guards would rush into the Black Iron Bar and kill all living creatures inside.

The veteran put aside all the messy thoughts in his mind, and then opened the letter. The first sentence at the beginning made him freeze in place.

"To my dear sister Caterina from afar:"

"Father's orders are still as chaotic as ever, but luckily you and I are used to it. The research on colorful dragon beasts has reached the final stage, thank you for the experimental materials you found for me in that stinking human city .”

"Speaking of which, I remember that you mentioned an annoying human being named Wen Desor or something last time. As my return gift, I will help you solve this trouble, but my dear sister, I hope you will be with me When those lowly creatures are playing games, don't forget your father's orders, and cooperate with that Twilight Prophet to control that city!"

"Of course, I know that you have always dismissed my orders, but I hope you can really take this advice to heart. Father is playing for real this time. My sister, don't challenge his patience. Both you and I I know, that's a lunatic who doesn't recognize his relatives."

"At the end of this letter, when I fell asleep every night for the last few days, I could hear another voice calling to me from the far north. People of the same race who are stronger than you and me, if you have similar symptoms, please take the time to come to Blackrock Spire, this is very important!"

"Good luck with your game!"

"Your dear brother: Nefarian Prestor"

Windsor was in a trance for a while, the thin letter slipped from his fingertips, his eyes became dull, and he took a step forward, muttering,

"Impossible... This... This is impossible."

"boom."

The old marshal fell to the ground, in the flipped vision and sky, he saw Dick and those paladins running towards him, but... there was no hope.

It can only be regarded as an accident that Count Katerina is a black dragon in disguise, but Twilight Prophet, that person, just thinking about that possibility, Windsor feels that the world in his eyes is collapsing.

By the light! How is it possible... all this, how is it possible!

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The Morgan sentry is the station of the militia brought by Windsor. This sentry is located on the mountain in the northwest of the Burning Plain. There is only one road going up and down, so it is easy to defend but difficult to attack.

When Dick led the paladins into the guard post occupied by the black iron dwarves, the dwarves who had been ordered in advance only "resisted" for a short while, and then fled the place in a herd.

Thaurissan was quite generous in his actions. When he said that he would release them, he released them together with the soldiers of the captured Morgan militia. However, most of the soldiers of this army actually died in the black dragon's raid that night, so they were released in front of everyone. When returning to this place again, there is a kind of sadness that touches the scene.

The paladins and the militiamen packed up the things in the sentry post, and they had a mental breakdown, as if they had aged in an instant. The teenage Windsor was put in the only room that was still intact. Dick and Liad Lin was by his side.

After the old marshal read the letter, he became what he is now, like a demented guy, his eyes stopped moving, and he kept muttering words like "this is impossible".

It seemed that the letter had hit him hard enough.

The paladin shook his head, of course he can imagine the state of Wen De Sole at this time, when an old friend of decades suddenly becomes the villain behind all the disasters that happened to you in front of you, You're going to be like that too, it's just a breakdown of the worldview.

Liadrin winked at Dick, and the two quietly walked out of the room. After closing the door, at the corner of the wall, Liadrin asked in a low voice,

"What should we do now? Velinde took 20 knights and escorted Queen Liera back to Ironforge from the Scorching Canyon. There are only more than 20 people left on our side. Those militiamen are very powerful. Poor, relying on them, there is no way to escort Windsor back to Stormwind City."

Dick's face is also a bit ugly, mainly because the plot of Windsor and the Black Dragon Princess has been moved forward by 3 years. Although King Varian has not disappeared yet, the situation is not much different from 3 years later. The Black Dragon Princess Oni Kexia disguised herself as Earl Katerina to confuse the regent Bolvar-Fordragon, exiled the old marshal Windsor, and there is chaos in Stormwind City.

The most terrible thing is that Dick has read that letter more than once. Although it is somewhat unacceptable, Princess Black Dragon is indeed standing on the united front with Prophet Twilight, and judging from the meaning of Nefarian's words, all of this It's still Deathwing leading from behind, damn it! Shouldn't the Destroyer be cultivating his Nether Dragons in Outland at this time?

The current situation is beyond what Dick and his group can handle. To be honest, he now regrets why he didn't bring out all the high-end combat power of the Silver Dawn, so that there is still hope to make a big fuss in Stormwind City. Dick pondered for a few minutes about Liadrin's question and made up his mind.

"Go back to Theramore first! Take Wen Desol back with you. Once news spreads that he is still alive, the Black Dragon Prince will not allow us to leave here so easily. Hey, our strength is too weak. "

Liadrin nodded, and she also felt that she shouldn't rush in now, especially after seeing the number of Blackrock orcs with her own eyes, and after Velinde's little black cat sneaked into Blackrock Tower to investigate, all Everyone put out the idea of ​​confronting the Blackrock orcs head-on.

There are too many of them! There are more than one black dragon commanding secretly, and the meaning behind this is terrifying.

In the southern part of the mainland, apart from the serious Stormwind Kingdom that can confront them head-on, there is no other force that can deal with these re-prosperous Blackrock orcs. But with the current appearance of Stormwind City, even Dick, who is familiar with the plot, has no hope for them.

Until Varian returns, the country doesn't even deserve to be on the world stage.

Moreover, with the Twilight Prophet sitting in Stormwind City, Dick didn't plan to put his two ounces of meat into the maelstrom. If he was targeted by the No. 2 character of Twilight's Hammer now, Dick felt that I may die miserably.

"By the way, what are these two stone slabs for?"

The high elf took a cloth bag containing two small stone slabs from Dick's hand, and asked curiously, Dick explained,

"This is a gift from Princess Liera to me. It is the spoils of Thaurissan when he fought against the Blackrock orcs and black dragons. It records a special kind of magic. You only need to read it to make all the illusions in front of you Disappear, she thinks I might use this thing!"

Dick smiled mysteriously, pointed to his eyes and said, "I think I may never use this thing! But Her Royal Highness is very kind, and it's good to take this thing back for Princess Kalia to use. Anyway, save it."

The paladin didn't realize that in the room separated by a wall, Wen De Sole's chaotic eyes lit up with his ears tightly pressed against the wall.

The old marshal strolled back to his bed, and he took out a medal from his pocket. It was the medal that Marshal Lothar had placed on his hand when he was a soldier.

Windsor will never forget how the united human soldiers defeated the unstoppable orc coalition army in this land back then, right here, in this land full of heroic blood.

The old marshal bent down, grabbed a handful of dust on the ground, held it tightly, as if grasping his own responsibility, and then let go of the dust.

When he stood up, the weakness and collapse disappeared from his body, and his chaotic eyes became bright again. He turned his head, looked in the direction of Stormwind City, and clenched his fists.

"I swore I would defend this country! Yes, I swore it!"

"Stormwind City, Stormwind Kingdom, King Ryan, Marshal Lothar, General Turalyon, I will not be ashamed of my identity, nor my experience, I will protect it well!"

"I swear! I swear on my life!"

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