Azeroth Trail of Light

It was also in Shattrath City, at the Tianya Tavern in the slums, Khadgar downed a glass of wine somewhat depressed.

This mage is very old, with white hair, wrinkles on his outstretched fingers, and wrinkles on his face, but his eyes can tell others that he is a young man, but he doesn't know what kind of bad luck he has suffered , causing him to appear in this situation now.

But judging from his slow demeanor, he has obviously adapted to this situation.

He was wearing a purple mage robe, which looked a bit heavy and he had trouble moving. He had a strange wooden stick in his hand. There was an owl carved on the top of the wooden stick. On the owl's feet, there were also special, seal-carved Red cloth strips with intricate magic patterns,

It doesn't look like anything special, but if you look with your heart, you can see the phantom of a black crow floating at the top of the stick at all times, flying back and forth on the stick.

This is no ordinary staff, this is the Staff of the Guardian, once belonged to a great mage, Medivh, the Astral Mage.

Khadgar was Medivh's apprentice. At the end of Medivh's insane period, he joined forces with Marshal Lothar, General Turayan, and the assassin Garona to kill Medivh and his mentor.

Khadgar felt that he had done nothing wrong. When Medivh died, the relieved eyes also told him that he had done nothing wrong, but that scene was like a nightmare, rolling back and forth in Khadgar's memory. It's been a few years, but there hasn't been much change. He did something that he didn't know whether it was wrong or right.

Most importantly, he himself does not know whether he is a hero or a murderer.

It has been several years since Khadgar came to Outland. In order to close the Dark Portal, General Turalyon took the high elf ranger general Alleria Windrunner, the Wildhammer dwarf hero Kurdran Wildhammer, and the human hero Danath Thorbion, under Khadgar's guidance, rushed into Draenor and tried to close the Dark Portal from the other side. It was a heroic act. To this day, the statues of these five heroes Also erected in the Valley of Heroes in Stormwind.

The world thought they were dead, but they weren't, and they still had their heroics in Outland.

General Turalyon and the first death knight of the orcs, the powerful Talon Gorefiend fought in Shadowmoon Valley, and then both disappeared. General Alleria looked for her husband, but also disappeared in the Twisting Nether. Danath built the Fort of Honor on the hellish Hellfire Peninsula, and stood there all year round to monitor the movement of the Dark Portal.

And Kurdran went to the most dangerous Shadowmoon Valley. After losing his comrades in arms, the dwarf was very sad and angry, and vowed to avenge them. The Illidari had no choice but to retreat, and finally returned to Shattrath.

Now, the Wildhammer dwarf with the handsome golden beard sat across from Khadgar, drinking away his sorrows.

"Sometimes I really want to die with those damn demon hunters!"

The dwarf was already drunk. He waved the glass in his hand and cursed loudly, "Those fools are deceiving people too much! What do they take us for? Cowards without courage? If I say it, we have to rush out and fight Even if they die, it's better than being angry here!"

Khadgar was still awake. He looked at the angry dwarf and the excited refugees around him, and hurriedly comforted him,

"Okay, Kurdran, drink more and talk less. Illidan must have his intentions for surrounding this place for so long. We can't act recklessly, especially when Danath's life and death are unknown... But what you said is also right , This feeling is too bad."

The mage drank the ale in his hand, and the dry taste made his eyes darker. In recent days, in his sleep during meditation, he would occasionally recall the scenery of Azeroth, Dalaran, North County , even Karazhan.

The dreams of mages do not appear randomly, they all carry some kind of omen, so Khadgar is very worried, is there some problem in Azeroth, they are fighting in another broken world, suffering, seeing After living in this half-dead world, Khadgar definitely did not want his homeland to suffer the same fate.

But just a few minutes later, the communication stone in Khadgar's arms jumped. The mage slowly put down the wine glass in his hand, picked up the sound transmission stone, and connected. The hoarse voice of Ms. Isana, the leader of Aldor sounded in it.

"Khadgar, come to the Hall of the Holy Light. It's important. Take that rude drunk with you."

Upon receiving the call, the mage hurriedly picked up Kurdran, who was already drunk, and slapped the dwarf with his left hand, and a ball of cold ice slag hit the dwarf's face and neck. Delan jumped up from the ground, he looked at Khadgar angrily,

"What's the matter? You bastard, you told me not to wake me up in this way!"

The mage ignored him, walked quickly to the door, and threw the three gold coins on the bar of Tianya Tavern.

"Ms. Isana summoned us. By the way, Kurdran, you should at least hold back your admiration. Ms. Isana is old enough to be your great-grandmother. You have to respect her! I don't want to see you once again Draenei paladin throw Shattrath."

"It's enough to lose face once, I know it!"

Kurdran tidied his clothes in a hurry. Although he said the truth, he obviously did not give up his intention to express his love. In fact, speaking of it, Isana's age is considered just now among the immortal Draenei. An adult, but as Khadgar said, Isana has experienced too many things, and it is difficult for mortal love to impress her.

Although it was a really attractive noble lady.

When the two came to the Hall of Holy Light, they found that this usually solemn hall was full of people, and none of them were ordinary people.

Ms. Isana stood at the forefront, and she was followed by the commander of all the armed forces of the Draenei in Shattrath, General Tillan, and behind him was Grok, the representative of the ogre, and the leader of the arakkoa. Zerilak, the elder of the Broken, Suraku, the elder of the Robe, Soris, the protoss astrologer, and at least 5 naaru of different colors.

Seeing this scene, Khadgar knew that something had happened, and it was a really big deal.

Soon, this keen mage noticed the three guys who were out of place in front of the silver Naruadal, the protector of Shattrath City.

An envoy of sin'dorei, who appears to be a paladin, and two demon hunters.

They stood there, facing the representative of the entire Shattrath strength, seemingly isolated and helpless, but in fact, only three people went deep behind the enemy line, which was enough to prove their confidence, as well as Illidan's confidence.

"Ultimatum?"

Khadgar shook his head talking to himself. Most of the entire Outland area is under the rule of Illidan. If the ultimatum is not issued until 43 days later, there must be a special reason for them to come. s reason.

Under the eyes of everyone, Gaxios didn't panic. In fact, Adal's aura still made him a little familiar. He walked up to Naru and handed the scroll in his hand to Isana, who was most loved by Naru. Trusted high-level priest.

Isana opened the scroll and her pupils dilated after just one glance, but this clever priest knew what to do now. She held the scroll in her hand and said angrily to Gaxios,

"Don't think that this will split our alliance! Go back and tell Illidan that Shattrath will never give in!"

But the gesture that Isana quietly placed with her left hand fell into the hands of Gaxios. The sin'dorei paladin narrowed his eyes, and then shouted even more arrogantly,

"Then you just wait to die! Refugees! When Lord Illidan's anger comes down from the sky with flames, you will know how stupid you are! Refuse this gift, hehe, I am waiting for you to kneel down and beg for mercy!" one day!"

After finishing speaking, Gaxios swaggered out of the Hall of Holy Light. Other leaders, such as the violent ogre, wanted to teach him a lesson, but Isana stopped him.

"Let them go!"

Aldo's leader almost gritted his teeth and said this sentence, and everyone else could hear Isana's anger from it. Soon, this anger evolved into a kind of united hatred.

But that gesture, although concealed, could not hide from Khadgar's eyes. The mage looked at Isana and her left hand holding the scroll. Was that trembling because of anger? Or because of...excitement?

This is a question worth considering.

A'dal's voice interrupted Khadgar's thinking, and that voice rang in everyone's heart,

"Shattrath is hardly surviving Illidan's attack...My brother and I will buy you time to escape, and the next time they attack, go to Hellfire Peninsula...Dark Portal, Prophet of the Draenei Velen is ready to temporarily open the Dark Portal in another world, go there! There is still hope!"

"Azeroth!"

Kurdran's voice resounded in the hall of holy light. When the dwarf heard the portal of darkness, he couldn't help but exclaimed. He took two steps forward and looked at the brilliant silver naaru, "A'dal , we... can we really go back to Azeroth?"

Isana answered instead of Adar,

"Our Prophet Velen is in Azeroth now. He has the help of the civilized world of Azeroth. We can go there! The Portal of Darkness will help us stop Illidan's pursuit. The world reshape the army, and then...then strike back!"

"Okay... this is really... really nice."

Kurdran's tears welled up in those eyes, and the dwarf hero wiped his tears and choked up and said, "I can't imagine that in my life, there will be a day when I can see the Eagle's Nest Mountain again. It's great, It's a pity, it's a pity that Turalyon and Alleria can't see it."

This sentiment quickly infected the others in the hall, who had never heard of Azeroth, except Grok, the ogre who had experienced the orc wars, although he had never been to Azeroth, But many ogres followed the orcs into that world back then.

But when everyone was discussing the new world and the war, Khadgar's eyes met Isana's. Aldo's high priest looked at Khadgar seriously, and there was only one meaning in his eyes. There was the faint voice that rang in Khadgar's ear,

"I know this can't be hidden from you, but Mage...don't try to expose it. You and your friends can't bear the weight of this matter. Believe me, this is a battle between two worlds. We...are just pawns .”

Khadgar pursed his lips, he lowered his head, his lips moved slightly,

"You have to guarantee that this will not affect Azeroth. I need this guarantee."

"Okay, I promise!"

So on this day, the entire Shattrath mobilized, and the limited leaders knew about the desperate breakout of the naaru. Under their orders and guidance, almost all the refugees who were still able to move were ready for long-distance migration. Those who were old and weak voluntarily took up arms and helped the tribe guard the gate of escape.

This is something that makes everyone's heart hurt, but there is no way, this is a sacrifice that must be made.

The archdemon never looked far from the world, and he might not pay much attention to this place of lost hope, but neither Illidan nor the naaru would take a chance on such a thing.

Yes, this is just a play for the big devil. Illidan needs to turn Outland into his own training ground. There can be no civilians here, and it is not suitable for them to survive, but he can't let these useless guys Killed outright, and his friends need these refugees who survived the brutal war to fill his power.

Illidan was happy to do a "small favor" to his friend, especially after he paid a price that Illidan couldn't refuse. This absurd drama that used human life as a consumable officially kicked off.

On the night of the third day, the Demon Hunters, the Naga, and the Breakers attacked Shattrath amidst green fire that nearly tore the sky apart.