Azeroth Trail of Light

In the base of the Burning Legion in Krokuun, the bone hammer in Hatton's hand had been completely broken, and the corpses of four demon guards fell to the ground. Hatton even injured the arms of the leader of the Dreadlord, but in In this small space, he has persisted to the extreme.

"Hoo hoo."

Hatton held the fel energy sword he snatched from the demon guard with one hand, leaned it on the ground, and supported it so that his body would not fall, but the body of Chief Broken was covered with large and small wounds. The demon cubs were so vicious that they didn't care if they caught Hatton.

As long as their souls are alive, Hatton's soul falls into the hands of those wardens of the Burning Legion, and any secrets will be dug out, so Hatton must persevere, even if he dies, he cannot die in this place, or in other words, Can't die the way the demons want.

"Go away!"

Hatton let out a sigh of relief, roaring and rushed towards the entrance of the prison area for the last time. He frantically threw the magic sword in his hand out of the green shadow. A kind of madness to fight with it, abruptly split the demon guard blocking the way in front of him, and chopped off the arm of a demon guard.

In the stinky blood flying around, Hatton saw the hope of rushing out, and he quickened his pace again, but at the moment he rushed out of the surrounding of the demon guards, the dark shadow was screaming in the bats , appeared in front of Hatton, the dreadlord opened his arms, and the sharp claws hung down on both sides.

This is the last obstacle, as long as you break through, you will have a chance to escape.

At this moment, Hatton's body jumped up from the ground, holding the magic sword high behind him with both hands, and the bat wings on the back of the Dreadlord suddenly opened at this moment, and two shadows, one big and one small, flew quickly in this small space. At this moment, the grin of the dreadlord and Hatton's roar resounded through the small captive area.

"Keng"

The body of the Dread Demon King fell to the ground and took two steps back, while Hatton spun upside down and flew out. He fell to the ground in embarrassment. The magic sword in his hand broke into three pieces, and the one with the handle A section stuck upside down next to his head.

From his chest to his abdomen, he was torn open with three terrifying wounds. This was almost the last blow that broke Hatton's resistance.

"hum"

The Dread Demon King looked at the two scars on his paws, and snorted coldly,

"Catch him and bring him back to Malekai, Legion of the Light. They can't escape!"

Two demon guards rushed into the prisoner's area from outside the door, and the arrogant one held Hatton's arm, dragged his body, and walked quickly to the door.

But just as they were about to leave the captive area, the fearful demon lord yelled,

"Stop! You two! Are you the commander-in-chief of the warlord?"

This roar made the atmosphere in the captive area that had just calmed down become more intense again. The dread demon king looked at the two demon guards who stood there no longer moving, his dark eyes were full of suspicion,

"Why have I never seen you!"

Uh, although demons look ugly in the eyes of mortals, in fact, they are indeed different from each other, and demons can distinguish this difference, and these two "strangers" at this moment The meaning of breaking into here is self-evident.

The two demon guards looked at each other, the one on the left sighed,

"Smart guy, isn't it good to live?"

The Eredun with an elf accent sounded, and they dragged him away. Hatton, who had lost all hope, opened his eyes suddenly, while the dreadlord frowned. He took a step back cautiously, sharply paws waving forward,

"Go! Kill them! Pull out the soul!"

But at the moment when the 11 demon guards who were still able to move raised their weapons, 11 black shadows jumped out from their shadows, sharp, with scorching blue electricity flowing on the edges and blades. Mang's knife wheel lit up from behind these demon guards. After the continuous sound of bones tearing and heavy objects falling to the ground, the legs of the dread demon king began to tremble.

One hit kill! All are one-hit kills!

These bloody assassins! Where did they jump out of?

The 11 watchmen who followed Maiev held the sharp knife wheel in their hard enchanted gauntlets, trapping the dreadlord who was trying to escape in place, entangled in the chains thrown by these girls, even with It is impossible to break through that layer of steel net with the talent of bat transformation.

After their identities were revealed, Maiev and Nasha didn't stay, but continued to drag Hatton, who was no longer resisting, out of the camp in the form of the two disguised demon guards.

The not-so-intelligent Dreadlord is only a minority, and the demons in the camp will not doubt the "kind" before they get the order, and the demon army in the Krokuun area will certainly not be elite, so let They used this extremely risky method to rescue Hatton who had closed his eyes and waited to die.

After 5 minutes, the figures of 11 watchmen emerged one by one beside Nasha, and they gave Nasha the soul stone full of demon souls. An almost perfect supply for the Warden, it is useless for the Wardens, who collect the souls of slain demons just to keep their operations secret.

Ms. Maiev is sitting on a stone. She has removed her camouflage. She is wearing a thick dark green bladed cloak, an owl helmet, and enchanted light armor. The knife wheel in her hand is the same as other team members. The transformation of Er's mechagnomes.

While becoming sharper and more lethal, after activating those small devices, it can also make the blade show a short-term elemental sign, and the magic-breaking effect has increased by at least 3 times.

With Hatton's eyes, it is natural to see that these sturdy demon killers are armed to the teeth. There are magic runes on their cloaks, armor and weapons that he does not recognize, and their steel belts are stuck with magic runes. Rows of dark green crystal-like daggers smelled like death.

It was a dagger smeared with deadly poison, even high-level demons would not be willing to touch it a little bit.

The most important thing is that their shapes don't match the Argus in Hatton's memory at all. The chief can be sure that these guys are not the life of Argus. Radha!

The pure Eredar language, although it has a weird accent, but the grammar and intonation in it told Hatton that they most likely came into contact with this language from an earlier era. This was 2W5 thousand years ago, and the world was still The language spoken by the entire planet when it was not plunged into darkness.

But now, the culture of the broken world of Argus has collapsed, and in the ruins of the city of Malekhai and the wastes of Antoran, those lackeys who surrendered to the demons speak only Demonic, or Eredan mixed with Demonic. .

Where did they learn it from?

Hatton's body trembled. Combining the grammar of 2W5 thousand years ago and a group of people outside the world, he already had a vague guess in his heart, a very bold one, but the only one that could explain what happened before him. all guesswork.

"Veren. Is he still alive?"

Before Maiev opened his mouth, Hatton took the initiative to ask, he was injured, so he was inevitably short of breath, but the trembling and hatred in that voice made Maiev fall silent.

Before they came, Dick had repeatedly told them that if the natives asked about Prophet Velen, don't hide it, and tell them everything.

After a few seconds, Maiev spoke,

"The Prophet is very healthy. He has lived in Azeroth with the Draenei for 4 years. They have also established a country called Exodar and have reintegrated into our world."

"boom"

Hatton slammed his fist hard on the stone beside him, and his ugly face was completely distorted at this moment, as if he heard a news that made his whole body be ignited, like being ignited Like a powder keg, it almost exploded completely.

"Then what are you doing here? Are you here to watch our jokes for Velen? Go away! Go back, go back and tell that traitor! Just say that Hatton is dead and Argus is completely dead, let him live well in the new world Now! Let him forget about Argus, and those of us who should have died long ago, but are still insisting on saving the world. Go away!"

Hatton's voice was torn apart like a lone wolf howling and hiding back to its lair, very unreasonable and irritable, but seeing the tears in the corner of the broken man's eyes, Maiev didn't care about these negative emotions.

This is a poor man who feels betrayed

The lady thought so, but her answer was quite blunt, even forceful.

"We saved your life! And remember, the prophet who wasn't sent by Velen doesn't have such power, or he will return to Argus later, at that time you can question him face to face, let's talk now You know the thing, we need information on all the demons that Krokuun is active in!"

"What is he doing back here?"

Hatton's attention was still on Velen, and the chief turned his head in disdain, "Come back and read our jokes? Or bow to the devil?"

"He's back to fight, sir. Our world is about to launch a war against the world of Argus, and we are just the forerunners of this war."

Maiev said without emotion, "We defeated the Burning Legion's invasion of Draenor and Sharkan a year ago, but we know that the demons will not stop the war, so we have to stop the war first. Introduced into the world of demons you hate them, right? So we can work together, take a step back and say, we just saved your life"

"defeat?"

Hatton's eyes turned up at this moment, he seemed to recall something,

"Wait, where did you just say you were from?"

"Azeroth."

"Yes. That's the name."

Hatton grunted, he picked up a stick casually, supported his body, and stood up from the ground. He looked at Maiev, the eyes under the owl's mask were as indifferent as a sickle, Agu in Hatton's memory The most elite legion of Sri Lanka used to have this look, but it is a pity that they have obeyed the will of the devil and become the executioners who destroyed their homes.

The chief took a step back, and asked in a low voice,

"You said you are from Azeroth. Do you know Turalyon and Alleria?"

Upon hearing this, Maiev turned her head and exchanged glances with Nasha. Immediately afterwards, Maiev stretched out her hand to stop the chief's next words,

"Wait a minute, I'll find another person to answer this question for you, but I can tell you in advance, we know, and we're here for them."

On the other side, Nasha has connected to the communicator,

"Ms. Sylvanas, yes, we have found news about your sister and heard her name from the local natives. Well, we are near Krokuun Base 3, and we have left a contact sign. Good voyage!"

"Ma'am, Ms. Sylvanas will arrive here in 2-3 hours!"

Maiev nodded, she stood up and walked towards the resting place, while Nasha said to Hatton,

"Wait for 2-3 hours, Aurelia's sister will arrive here, and she will prove our attitude."

Hatton leaned slightly, which was a standard Eredar etiquette,

"Okay. Also, thank you for saving me, don't mention Velen anymore, warriors from Azeroth, you are friends of the Krokuun tribe."

Not to mention Velen, we are still good friends~