Azeroth Trail of Light

The lakeside of Blackwood Lake used to be a paradise for murlocs. During the period when Dick was the sheriff of Darrow County, the most he dealt with every day was the conflict between local residents and murlocs. The news of the human attack came. At that time, due to manpower constraints, Dick couldn't even come up with a team that could solve the threat of the murlocs.

But now it's different.

When the war in West Dalomere was tense a few years ago, Princess Kalia decisively evacuated the residents of East Dalomere to Hillsbrad Hills and Arathi Highlands, turning this place into a war. At that time, East Dalomere was under military rule, and the unstable factors of the murlocs were eliminated immediately.

In fact, there were still murlocs in Blackwood Lake at that time, but after the undead disaster invaded East Dalomere, the murlocs here were completely extinct.

The magic of the undead completely polluted this once sparkling freshwater lake. No creature can survive here, not even the murlocs.

Now, on the shore of the dead Blackwood Lake, Thassarian who followed Herold to this remote area saw the figures standing in a small camp discussing matters.

Dalyan with an expressionless face, Bridget with an equally expressionless face, Lord Tyrosus, who is in charge of the Holy Light's Hope Chapel, and other Paladin commanders, it seems like a big scene, but it just doesn't make sense. Know why this talk is here at Blackwood Lake.

"Hey, Herold, what did you call us here for?"

The young man who was originally stationed at the Cold Wind Camp, Commander Amlash Valorfest, patted Herold on the shoulder familiarly, and then looked at the Death Knight following him, feeling a little uncomfortable asked,

"It's best not to be joking. Now that the war is so urgent, everyone is under a lot of pressure."

"We never joke around."

Herold threw a bag of dwarf tobacco to Amrash, and the two smokers hid aside and talked, while Thassarian stood ten steps away from the crowd, and he seemed to be a guy who didn't fit in.

A few minutes later, when Lord Tyrosus was showing impatience, Dalyan took out a pocket watch made by a dwarf from his pocket, corrected the time, and then looked at the black wood lake. south.

"They are coming!"

"What?"

Colfax, the leader of the Light's Hope Chapel warrior unit, raised his head and looked towards the south in confusion. He didn't see anything. This guy has been dead since he returned from the Hillsbrad Hills defense line two years ago. He created a Brotherhood of the Holy Light by himself, and attracted many passionate young people into it. It was considered a small group within the Silver Hand.

Because they are both soldiers, he and Dalyan got along very well. After he couldn't see anything, he was about to ask, but was stopped by Duke Nicholas Sollenhof who was standing beside him. The nobleman of the Stormwind Kingdom looks like an elegant gentleman. In fact, he is not a warrior, but the leading strategist and commander of the Silver Hand, and he is also a respected linguist.

He put his finger to his mouth,

"Hush, silence!"

No one knew, so Thassarian was the first to sigh in surprise, and a trace of surprise flashed in his emotionless eyes, and then everyone saw the rippling water of the Blackwood Lake and the slight vibration of the ground.

"Something is coming! Big guy!"

Lord Tyrosus said in a deep voice, and then held the heavy sword behind his back with his backhand. At this moment, the thick holy light lit up one after another. Most of the people present were powerful paladins, which made Sassari An couldn't help but took two steps back, propped up the dark green anti-magic shield, and felt better.

But the next moment, everyone's expressions froze on their faces, and only Duke Nicholas, who had participated in the Battle of Quicksand, exclaimed.

"It's Anubisath! The eldest princess sent the Anubisath War Guard!"

The crowd ignored Duke Nicholas' call, not because they didn't pay attention, but because the 17 Anubisas marching neatly in two rows were too eye-catching.

Especially the obsidian giant with blue skin all over the front of the team, wearing a pointed helmet, wearing a special stone armor, and carrying a long sword and a hammer made of iron and steel on his back, as if from a myth. The god giant who came out.

They stepped across the ground, and the tall trees could only reach their waists. They raised their feet in unison, and then fell down. Each alternation would cause the ground to vibrate slightly.

The eyesight of the people present was very good, and they could see Jaina standing on the shoulder of the blue wolf-headed giant, wearing a blue robe and a black mage hat, and the other side stroking Osri An old-haired old general with a tight neck, the frenzied wind blows the old man's most stubborn white hair. He leans on a cane and waves to everyone by the Blackwood Lake.

Behind the blue giant, the shoulders of each black giant were covered with mages in robes, their cuffs and the national emblem of Lordaeron on their chests were shining brightly in everyone's eyes.

It is Theramore's reinforcements!

That's right, the appearance of these two iconic characters means that the counterattack of the undead has finally completely angered the leaders of Theramore, whether it is Princess Kalia, or the now rather subtle Northern Earl Dick- Tang, has already made up his mind to solve the problem in northern Xinjiang once and for all.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Anubisas guards stopped steadily on the other side of the Blackwood Lake. Under the command of Ossirian, the obsidian wolf-headed giant clasped his hands together, leaning on his weapon like a statue, As the light in their eyes dimmed, the seventeen Anubisas entered the "standby" phase.

The energy of the obsidian giants is not unlimited. At first they relied on the energy of the titans to move, but after the mages of Theramore tried various methods, they found that magic power could actually be transformed into the energy source of the obsidian giants. Even the Holy Light may transform.

But just the energy needed to maintain the obsidian giant's activities for ten minutes is enough to drain all the magic power of three low-level mages. The Anubisas only existed as a force at the bottom of the box in Theramore. They are all on standby. The colossus at this time is a real sculpture.

"These giants move slowly, and they must be at a disadvantage when facing high-ranking warriors!"

Following Duke Tyrosus and Duke Nicholas, they walked quickly towards the commander of Theramore who was waiting on the other side of Blackwood Lake. The giant statues that can only be seen from above, said to Dalyan who was walking beside him,

"I bet, if you work hard, you and I can kill one!"

Dalyan shook his head,

"It's not that simple. It is said that Anubisas has self-healing ability. Besides, it is obsidian! Your weapon may not even be able to break through its defenses, and General Gathelis can't even break through its defense unless he is crazy. Will send these colossi to high-level battlefields, they are the absolute arbiters of mortal warfare!"

Even Thassarian, who hadn't said a word, couldn't help but speak. His voice was piercing, but it hit the nail on the head.

"As long as we can stop the high-ranking warriors of the undead, it's not a problem to take back the Crusader fortress with just the powerful force of these seventeen giant statues. It's even not a problem to conquer Andorhal as long as we are willing to pay a certain amount of casualties. You need to step on it with both feet, even if it is an ordinary death knight, it can only end in a broken body."

Dalyan turned his head and looked at Thassarian with a strange expression.

"us?"

Only then did the death knight realize that he had made a slip of the tongue. He kept silent and his expression became cold again, but Dalyan's expression became playful. He moved closer to Thassarian,

"At first, the great knight of order told me that high-level undead like Mr. Uther are completely self-aware. I didn't quite believe it, but now I believe it! Captain Thassarian, happy cooperation, maybe this battle is over After that, we'll be friends!"

The death knight didn't answer, but when Dalyan turned his head, Thassarian's lips moved slightly, and a voice that only two people could hear came out.

"Then... happy cooperation!"

"Gatheris, you old dog, I thought you died in Subchelis!"

Lord Tyrosus and Marshal Gaseris, who were over fifty years old, were obviously close friends. The two old men laughed and hugged each other. Marshal Gaseris hit Tyrosus on the chest with his fist and said loudly,

"Thanks to the eldest princess, I crawled back from hell again! This time I also brought the will of the eldest princess and the royal family of Menethil. This land has been far away from Lordaeron for too long, it is time to collect it came back!"

After finishing speaking, the old marshal wearing a black blindfold glanced at the dirty Heimu Lake with his remaining eyes, and cursed viciously,

"Damn it, this is the place where I was born, look at how those damn undead have ruined this place!"

Duke Nicholas also stepped forward and hugged Marshal Gaslis, he patted the shoulder of the old marshal,

"Old brother, thank you for bringing these war colossi at this critical moment. With them, our chances of winning are greatly increased!"

"No no no!"

A mysterious smile appeared on Gathelis's face, "Brother Nicholas, do you really think this is all the reinforcements sent by the eldest princess? The eldest princess has managed Theramore well. Behind us, there are nearly ten thousand soldiers." Two soldiers are landing in Nanhai Town, they will come over soon, His Majesty Dai Lin has also supported a legion, and that kid Dick is suppressing the forces at the bottom of the box, we are all here! Just for this battle!"

"Dick Knight will come too?"

Tyrosus' eyes lit up suddenly, and his fists and palms clashed together, "This is great, since Mograine was injured, the morale of the knights has been low, if the flame of justice is here Time to return to Northern Xinjiang, that would be the best! We need a hero to stand up now more than ever!"

Jaina came from not far away, and a weird Obsidian Destroyer followed her every step of the way. With a face wearing a cheetah mask, she looked at the guys around curiously. Jaina just heard Tyrosus The lord's words, the mage lady stroked her long golden hair back, and said with a smile,

"Dick is busy with his own business. He will arrive in the northern border in about 3 days. As well as Rhonin, Dalaran has also decided to send a mage troop to participate in the recovery of the northern border. In short, we are here for victory. Lord, in fact, if Dick hadn't dissuaded her, the eldest princess would even come to Northern Border in person to show her determination to rebuild Lordaeron."

Hearing Jaina's words, Tyrosus smiled wryly, and spread his hands, "Fortunately, His Highness didn't come, this place is a mess now, or wait until we soldiers settle the chaos here, and then invite His Highness to return to Northern Xinjiang Bar."

The respected people were talking, and the young commanders dispersed, looking curiously at the obsidian giants standing in place like statues, while they circled the highest tower in Colfax and Dalyan. After Ossirian turned twice, a huge portal stood up under the control of the army mages.

This caught the eyes of the two warriors. The first one to step out of the portal was Liadrin. The high elf still looked icy, with the red Brotherhood Sword on her back, and the green Dragon Sword hanging from her waist. Summoning, seeing her appear, Dalyan immediately stood up straight. Although the eight titled knights of the Silver Dawn are equal in status, in fact, the strongest high elf paladin, who is only one line lower than Dick, is well-deserved. Argent Dawn number two.

The old knight Eligor, who is now more and more transferred to the role of battlefield commander, is the third person.

Liadrin nodded to Dalyan and strode towards Jaina. Behind her was a strange stone statue about the same height as Dalyan, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone around her. force.

It was obviously a stone statue made of stone, wearing a black robe and carrying a warhammer, but there was a vivid expression on his face. When he saw Dalyan and Colfax who were closest to the portal, the black giant Contempt was evident on his face.

"Cut... weak flesh and blood creatures, put away your disrespectful gazes, the noble guardians standing in front of you, you weaklings..."

"Enough, Azadas! There must be a limit to losing your temper, don't forget what we are here for!"

Another high-pitched voice sounded behind the black stone statue. It was another female stone statue wearing a golden robe and holding a stone cane. Her attitude seemed very kind and powerful. The male stone statue closed its mouth and snorted coldly. With a sound, he stood in front of Ossirian, the leader of Anubisas.

"Wow, look, this should be the guardian... Ossirian, I still remember him! I carved his body back then!"

The female stone statue ignored the voice of the male stone statue. She looked at Colfax and Dalyan who were stunned in place. A few seconds later, she also let out a cold snort, and pushed her left hand forward, and the two soldiers who were caught off guard were caught off guard. Pushed far away by the active soil.

"Come and help, Azadas, put the earthen army in place, and your rags, we are going to the battlefield!"

("Old dog" is not an insulting word in medieval civilization. It is generally used to describe loyal people. In a scene battle of MOP, King Wa also used "old dog" to praise a Stormwind general. There are also film and television works such as "Pirates of the Caribbean"!)