Azeroth Trail of Light

In the K3 base on the Storm Cliff, Dick was sorting out his spoils.

Well, the place didn't have a name, but Dick decided to call him K3 to satisfy some of his own little whims.

Sitting in the well-built command hall of the earthen, he looked unexpectedly relaxed.

In fact, this is true. Heimdall is under the command of the Heroic Spirit Legion. He doesn't need to worry at all. The fight with Thorim a few days ago was neither lost nor won, but it made Thorim feel threatened. He He mobilized his family, the Frost vrykul living in the village of Brunhilda, to attack K3.

Due to the worse living environment, these vrykuls are more powerful in combat, and they can also tame giant bears and fight against wild proto-dragons. In the defeat, Dick didn't slaughter them, but blocked them in the village of Brunhilda, um, a village in name, but a fortress in reality.

As a result, the eastern front of the Storm Cliff was advanced smoothly to the vicinity of the Temple of Storms, where it encountered obstacles from the Iron Legion from the Snowflow Plain.

Ulduar also responded, and soon, a big war would inevitably break out there.

But Dick is fearless, because the Creator Engine has fallen into his hands. Although the energy source is locked by Ulduar and cannot produce soldiers, it can at least contain Ulduar's army.

In the west, the mogu legion led by Jianxi and Taixi is also proceeding smoothly to expel the frost giants. Except for those frost giants who have established a country in Danny Finley, which are more difficult to deal with, other wandering in the big The frost giants on the ice field were almost wiped out. Of course, Dick would not kill them cruelly. These big guys with low IQs were the best to be used as coolies.

It is precisely because of their participation that the construction of the K3 base is so fast.

Ulduar has built a second line of defense, waiting for Dick's arrival, and Dick is also waiting, waiting for his army to reach its strongest state.

For the war on Ulduar, the engine of Nalaksha has been fully activated, and nearly a thousand mogu soldiers join K3 every day, and the energy of the titans in stock there is also rapidly decreasing, but as long as Ulduar is defeated, everything is worth it .

However, while waiting, the paladin would also have some fun for himself, such as the heavy firearm he had just finished maintaining in front of him, which was the spoils he accidentally obtained when he searched the Temple of Storms.

The dark green gun body is full of power, and the streamlined gun body structure is almost perfect. On the top of the black and slender barrel, there is a golden aiming groove, and the bottom is also made of metal. On the armrest, on both sides of the trigger, there are also mysterious magic pattern pendants.

The whole gun exudes a special magical power. Obviously, this is a rare magic gun. Most importantly, from this gun, Dick feels a familiar smell, the smell of a Titan creation.

This is not a weapon that mortals can make, obviously, it comes from mythology.

This thing is called Titanstrike. It is a weapon made by Mimiron, the master craftsman of Ulduar, for Thorim who loves hunting. It is said that in its full form, this gun has the power to shatter the earth. Absorbing free energy in the middle to recharge, the power of thunder Thorim has mastered is almost the most perfect energy source for this gun.

However, after Thorim was infected by the ancient gods, it seemed that even his IQ dropped a lot. He casually threw such a magic weapon in the corner of the Temple of Storms hundreds of meters high. Dick seized the opportunity and gave Thorim Mu made a ruthless attack, and the guardian who controlled the thunder flew towards Ulduar on the body of the wounded mount Vilanas, the proto-dragon queen of the storm cliff.

Dick didn't chase, he was afraid that there would be an ambush ahead, but when he returned to the Temple of Storms where Thorim had lived all these years, he found this artifact that was already covered in dust, yes, it was the artifact of the three hunters One of the powerful weapons.

Now that Titan Strike is connected, Dick already has five spare artifacts in his hand: Toure Naru Beacon, Eagle Spear, Earth Guardian Scale, and Raiden's Fist. Among them, the Eagle Spear It was when Dick left the restored Shadowland that he slaughtered the Shadow Leopard named Kadar. That poor guy was also transformed by the Shadowland's rules. It's no wonder that Doro Gaoling was so brave The Great Chief also died in its hands.

As for the Raiden's Fist, it was discovered by the dragon man Darth when he was wandering around the summit of Thor. Darth gave it to Dick, and it was considered a trophy of the Paladin.

The paladin placed the five artifacts on the table in front of him one by one, and his fingers danced slowly on them. Different powers filled the hall. Each artifact was special, and they might contain the essence of special power. Or simply a history from a powerful creation or something mythical.

It is not a mortal thing, nor can it be obtained by mortals.

So how to deal with these idle artifacts has become something that Dick needs to consider at present. From Darian, who has recently started to hit the hero rank with all his might, it can be seen that a hand-fit artifact can definitely be used in a short period of time. Create a powerful hero who is enough to leave history.

Or simply a notorious villain, such as Arthas... Frostmourne is also one of the artifacts.

But when Dick put down Titan Strike in his hand, his eyes fell on the letter on the stone table in front of him again.

That was a secret letter sent yesterday from the Borean Tundra. The two landing points of Icecrown Glacier have been discovered, and after a week of running-in, the counterattack of the undead has also been temporarily suppressed. Mograine thinks It's time to start preparing to "break the ice".

Dick's eyes were placed on the five artifacts on the table again, he rubbed his chin and leaned back on the chair, and as the thick smoke rose, soon, a bold and unruly idea appeared in Dick's eyes. Ke's mind.

North County, the central area ruled by the Stormwind Kingdom, is close to Stormwind City, but under the barrier of Elwynn Forest, it makes it a quiet place. The area of ​​North County is about the size of a town, and it looks like an ordinary countryside, but Every resident of Stormwind Kingdom knows that there is no ordinary person living in Beijun.

This is one of the three holy places of the Church of the Holy Light in the Eastern Continent. The Wrynn royal family of the Stormwind Kingdom also has an indissoluble bond with this small place. The North County Monastery attracts many pilgrims every day. The famous Faol His Majesty had planned to establish the Silver Hand here, and the first generation of paladins also came from here.

This is enough to prove the profound heritage of North County, and the old people living in North County know that there are many mansions by the waterfall in the north of Dolly's vineyard, all of which are the manors of the nobles of the Stormwind Kingdom. Rarely bother those nobles.

They are people from two worlds, and they will not be involved with each other.

But today, the arrival of a letter broke the tranquility here.

Old Sir Maximilian read the letter carefully with magic eyes, he paid more attention to the seals below the letter, the row of seals almost dazzled his eyes, Lordaeron, Stormwind City, Quel'za The seals of Lars, Nordrassil, Orgrimmar, and Kul Tiras are connected together, and there are Theramore, Zandalar, Silver Hand, Scarlet Crusade, Argent Dawn, and Cenarion Council below. , The Ring of the Earth and a series of seals of organizations.

The meaning of this letter is obvious, it represents the will of the entire civilized world, but unlike its bright and beautiful imprint, the content in it is a bit ironic.

The old knight put down the letter, stretched out his hand, and rubbed the corners of his brows. The loyal old butler stood aside, waiting for orders.

"How is the situation of the Second King recently?"

Judging from the old jazz's tone and headache expression, this "Second King" is obviously a guy who made him worry so much, the butler immediately replied,

"The young master "fighted" with the People's Army mill in the western wilderness yesterday. He himself was intact, but the mill was dismantled. The young master "crushed" the murlocs in Long Beach the day before yesterday. The day before yesterday he went alone to hunt down the recent The gnolls who did evil in Elwynn Forest have been affirmed by the defenders of Westspring Fortress."

When the old jazz heard this, his eyes widened immediately, "Why did he fight with the mill? That thing is not evil!"

Hearing this question, the old housekeeper was also a little embarrassed. He rubbed his nose, "The young master regards that mill as a giant... Well, it is said that he plans to go to Kalimdor recently. A bard told him, Ann Golo Crater protects Devilsaur's ravages..."

"Snapped!"

Hearing this, the old jazz couldn't bear it anymore, and slapped his palm on the table, "Damn troubadour! Damn devil rex! Didn't the second always dream of protecting justice? Then send him to Borean Tundra, let him have a good fight with those undead! At any rate, there is Mr. Deriek who can keep an eye on him!"

The old man stood up from the chair out of breath, and the butler handed him a cane. Only then did we see that he was missing a leg, which was obviously a trace left by the war.

He is also a veteran.

"I heard that Dreyer sent his only nephew there too?"

The old knight asked, and the butler hurriedly replied, "Yes, Master Balon left Stormwind City on the ship seven days ago, but sir, are you really going to send the young master there? I heard that it is... very dangerous."

"well…"

The old jazz looked at the quiet manor outside the window, took off his glasses, and wiped them with a handkerchief, "Prince Anduin left for Northrend 3 days ago, the king will let the prince go through this event that will surely be remembered in history. Why do I worry about World War I? The Second Emperor is a good boy. You and I both know that he is eager for war, so he must be a good fighter. Instead of imprisoning him in this peaceful land, let him see The cruelty of war, the Maximilian family rose up in the war."

"I'm old, and it's time for the Second King to go his own way. Didn't he always call himself the "North County Knight"? Then let him become a real knight on the Dark Continent."

At the same time, on another continent, in a patch of grass in Desolation, Rexxar was lying leisurely under the shade of a tree with a green grass root in his mouth, leaning against the resting big bear Misha, and the wild boar Hofer Lying at his feet, grunting and biting a fat worm, the falcon Spyley soared in the sky, guarding the surroundings for his master.

He had obviously just had a successful hunt. A piece of fat and tender Thunder Lizard meat was being roasted on the bonfire, sprinkled with the orc's secret spices, and it would be ready to eat soon. His ax was thrown at hand, It can be guaranteed to be in hand at any time.

It wasn't that the wilderness hadn't heard that the orcs had participated in the Northern Expedition, but Thrall didn't come to him, which meant the situation wasn't too bad, so he wasn't in a hurry.

In fact, he enjoys this carefree life more than war. Compared with humans or orcs, Rexxar trusts his pets more. They will not betray him, let alone despise him.

Rexxar's ears moved, he felt the vibration from the ground, it should be the movement of the cavalry, but Spire didn't warn, indicating that it was an acquaintance, the hunter lamented, he knew, his peaceful life it's over.

I just don't know if it's Thrall's messenger or another troublesome guy.