Azeroth Trail of Light

After entering August, the weather in Theramore has also become hotter.

Even the wind blowing from the sea is not as refreshing as before. The hot sun is scorching the land, and the whole city becomes quiet at this time.

Of course, this quietness is not all due to the temperature.

During the period when Dick was out on an adventure, Theramore's weak war weapons had been fully mobilized, and there were enemies in Dustwallow Marsh that could destroy the country, so the first wave of insect swarms besieged After the Silver Dawn and the Fourth Legion repelled, all adult men over the age of 18 in Theramore were conscripted into the army, ready to march into Dustwallow Marsh and take the initiative to launch an attack on the bugs hidden there.

However, it should be noted that this time, not only Theramore's army is actually in action, other forces have also rarely sent out a very high-level war observation team. Since the Battle of Quicksand will start in at most 5 months, they all Unwilling to give up this opportunity to observe the war of insects most directly.

Princess Kalia even allowed the orc army to enter Dustwallow Marsh from the other side for the first time to divert the attack of some worms. Although this decision made many people in Theramore dissatisfied, no one would object. After all, the worms had already destroyed half of Dustwallow Marsh, and even standing on the city wall, one could see the ugly bodies of those worms.

This time is no longer the time to pay attention to hatred.

The support promised by the mysterious Zandalari troll finally arrived not long ago. When the three canoes crossed the vast ocean and docked at the port of Theramore, all the fishermen couldn't help but widen their eyes. On the Internet, this season is when the sea storms are frequent, but those trolls wearing wooden masks actually crossed the sea by canoe!

This is a story that only appears in myths and legends!

Princess Kalia welcomed these trolls from afar with a very high standard. On the second day, a strange green liquid was distributed to the frontline soldiers. These soldiers who faced the bloody battle with the bugs soon discovered that Knowing the magic of this liquid, when they drank the indescribably rubbish-tasting potion and fought those bugs again, those crazy bugs became weird.

It seemed to be fear, but it also seemed to be chaos. In short, the previous terrifying offensive that used numbers to crush all obstacles was disintegrated. For the first time, the soldiers fighting in small groups gained the upper hand in the battle against the bugs.

This is also the confidence that Theramore officials dare to take the initiative to attack.

"Those potions are all made from the destroyed bug swarm crystals, and the hormones contained in them will emit a smell very similar to that of brain worms, causing brainless workers to enter confusion."

A Zandalari troll priest wearing a wooden voodoo mask sits in the drawing room of Theramore Palace. The troll who calls himself "Kin'rokh the Breaker" looks more like a warrior than a priest. But when he spoke, the very organized feeling made it easy for everyone present to understand what he meant.

Dick, Earl of the North, was busy with other affairs, so the representative of the military, Marshal Garthelis of Theramore, touched his black blindfold and couldn't help asking,

"Since this herb is so useful, can we make more and use it as a war reserve?"

Princess Kalia also cast her eyes on the troll in front of her, and Jin Roque shook his head,

"I know what you mean, but it's a pity that this herbal medicine only has an obvious suppressive effect on mindless worker insects. For more advanced insect soldiers, it will only attract their more angry attacks. Human generals, You haven't seen those bugmen yet, and you don't want to see them on the battlefield. They are 4 meters tall, and their bodies are covered with hard carapaces comparable to steel. They have deformed insect claws that can be easily torn apart. Crush an elephant."

Jin Rocco's voice became low, and amidst the beating flames of the fireplace, the spirit of the troll became more sluggish,

"The most terrifying thing is that they don't act alone, but like an army! Ah, in the past years, I can even imagine how desperate the ancestors faced these guys. When they appear, you will also experience this Kind of hopeless."

Princess Kalia was made uncomfortable by Jin Rocco's weird tone, she couldn't help but asked,

"But I heard from your priest that you defeated them head-on ten thousand years ago! You must have a way, right?"

Jin Rocco raised his head, looked at Princess Kalia through the gap in the wooden mask with deep eyes, he chuckled twice,

"Of course, there is a way. But we can't use it. We can only use our flesh and blood to resist those bugs, hoping for a miracle to happen, but we don't necessarily lose. After all, the current Qiraji, even the Aqir people back then Not one percent of the power of the empire, so expect a miracle, Queen of Humanity, we all need miracles in this difficult age."

"Why?"

Gathelis couldn't help frowning. He thought the troll was playing sloppy, so his tone was a bit blunt, but Jin Rocco didn't care at all, and he explained the reason obediently.

"The high priests will write history on the slate generation by generation. When I read the last battle of the Zandalari Empire for the first time, I was almost scared out of my body. In that battle, the one who owned the whole world The Zandalari Empire dispatched 300W troll warriors, including a quarter of the casters, which is one-third of the population of the empire. The Zandalari Emperor blocked the fate of the empire and vowed to defeat the insects , but in the capital of the Yaqir Empire, when the super-giant crystal insect nest was destroyed, guess how many of those 300W warriors survived?"

Gathelis didn't answer, but moved his throat, he could probably guess the ending.

"You don't want to know that number...never."

Jin Rocco's voice became deeper and deeper, as if he was falling asleep, as if he was talking in his sleep, "So, expect a miracle, if it doesn't happen, we are all finished."

At the same time as this conversation between the human ruler and the Zandalar was taking place, on the other side of the Theramore palace, Dick was also hosting a conversation.

The participants were mixed, including druids from the Cenarion Council, dwarves from the Explorers' Association, high-cold high elf generals, and old paladins who hadn't seen each other for a long time. A nun priest like a little flower.

"Welcome everyone to come here in your busy schedule."

Dick nodded at these people, but then found that everyone's eyes were not on him, but on the oversized long sword behind him.

In fact, there is no way not to look at that weapon... that should not be a weapon that will appear in the human world. The archdruid Naralex frowned and looked at the giant sword covered by lightning and gray storms, As a firm figure on the order side, he doesn't like things that have anything to do with chaotic elements, but his mouth moved, but in the end he didn't say any words of dissuasion.

How mysterious the paladin's left arm is, he has seen it with his own eyes, since the left arm full of the power of order can accept this long sword that is obviously related to the wall of the sky, then he has no reason to reprimand it.

"It's really cool!"

This was the comment from the still aloof Ranger General Cylvanas. This decent compliment made Dick very satisfied. He threw a piece of stuff casually, and Cirvanas caught it in his hand.

"There are 5 more...well, maybe only 4 months, and you have 4 months to find its secret."

Dick frowned at Cirvanas, whose face became serious, "Trust me, beautiful lady! It will make you stronger!"

General Ranger is an out-and-out ranger, but it is also a branch of the hunter profession. In fact, the moment she took the ancient stone leaf in her hand, she felt a tremor in her soul. She put the stone leaf away, then stood up, He adjusted his hunting clothes.

"I will remember this favor!"

After finishing speaking, the resolute female general strode to the window, and disappeared through the window in a flash.

Dick shrugged, and threw another object to the silent nun pastor, who took it in his hand in doubt, and then quickly showed a shocked expression, as if throwing a hot stone, throwing it away handed it to his father.

This plain-faced and silent lady is the adopted daughter of the old paladin Mograine, the outstanding holy priest, and the younger sister of Renault Mograine, Miss Whitemane. It can be seen that after the eldest son of the Mograine family, Reynolds, was completely broken down by his younger brother, the lady was not doing well.

This is not to say that old Mograine abused his adopted daughter. That old-fashioned paladin could not do such a thing. It was probably because Whitemane was completely disappointed with Renault, who could not be supported by the mud. Anyway, this time the priest Miss's nun's attire has already proved her determination to abandon the affairs of the world and serve the Holy Light faithfully.

Nuns cannot have marriage and love, and all believers in the Holy Light know this.

"Holy eye, a spoil from the crusade against the Balrog!"

Dick explained to the Ashbringer who was looking at him, "Miss Whitemane finally made the right decision, so I decided to give her this precious opportunity. You won't refuse my offer, will you?"

The old paladin held the holy eye in his hand, and just injected the scorching holy energy in his body into it. He felt a surge of the source of power that was completely different from the way of punishment, but it was very real. He looked at Di Ke glanced, turned his head to look at the dwarf Brian and Druid sitting beside him, and finally stood up from the chair.

"I owe you another favor, Dick, come to Scarlet Monastery to find me if you need it!"

"The war against the insects?"

Hearing Dick's question, the old knight shook his head,

"This is a matter of justice, and has nothing to do with our personal friendship. Iselion will bring the Scarlet Knight. As for me, I have more important things to do. From now on, let Whitemane stay in Ka Be with Princess Leia."

After finishing speaking, the old paladin stuffed the holy eye into Whitemane's hand, patted his adopted daughter on the shoulder, turned around and strode out of the room.

Dick smiled at the old man Whitemane, then turned his gaze to the old dwarf and the druid, his face became serious,

"You two, I have some suggestions for the upcoming war, and I need your help!"

"Tell me, Dick, what do you need from me?"

The old dwarf's reply was straightforward, and the archdruid thought for a while, then nodded reservedly.

"Okay, then I'll make a long story short. The trolls of Zandalar told me that in addition to fighting worms, the Qiraji also have a fighting unit called Anubisas kobolds and obsidian statues. It is said that those monsters Just one head can defeat a whole team, and even 1000 years ago, there were giant dragons who died in the hands of these magical creations!"

Dick's voice was low, but both the dwarf and the druid understood what he meant.

"I learned about the weakness of Anubisath kobolds and obsidian statues from some secret sources, but I can't confirm this, so I need some "experimental materials", as far as I know, the battlefield of the Battle of Quicksand 1000 years ago Here, there are still the remains of these magical creations, and I need the League of Explorers to help me find some."

The old dwarf and the druid looked at each other, and finally nodded.

"If you can really find the weak point of those monsters... No, no, as long as you can find a breakthrough for the soldiers, that's enough! I will send those wreckages to Theramore with the boys as quickly as possible!"

"Time... is really running out!"