Azeroth Trail of Light

A day on Argus is not a happy day for the creatures of this land.

Due to the loss of the world barrier of the planet, various cosmic rays can easily enter this world, and after the continent is fragmented, the ecological cycle of the entire planet has collapsed, except for the undercurrent hidden deep in the ground, there is almost no drop in the entire continent Liquid water, even the wind bombarded everything on the earth with scorching heat.

It is impossible for mortals to survive here, and the Krokuhn tribe in the most barren area would not have survived if they hadn't found the big crypt underground.

Compared with the scorching heat of the day, at night, this world has almost lost the distinction between day and night. Except for the Mac'Aree area, the entire world is almost under the dark green sky of eternal night. Of course, if you simply In terms of temperature, the night here is more unbearable than the scorching heat of the day.

The ultra-low temperature of more than minus 40 degrees, most demons can't bear this temperature, they prefer to stay in the camp to "warm up", so night is always the best time for infiltrators to move around.

Edwin VanCleef stood on the plain beyond the mountains of the Krokuhn tribe, his black leather armor shone with a low lavender light, which was a sign of the activation of the constant temperature magic circle, which could freeze people to death Under the low temperature, they must use this magic circle to protect themselves.

He and two other stalkers from the League of Assassins were digging on the frozen extremely hard ground in the quiet night. They dug a shallow hole with difficulty, and then carefully lifted the six The prismatic waypoint was buried in the pit.

The door to the world opened by the Sagarite keystone does not require location guidance, but only needs to know the coordinates, and it can be teleported across star fields. This is one of the treasures of Sargeras when the Pantheon still existed, but its Teleportation is rough, this thing itself is not for single use, it is a strategic time-space treasure, responsible for teleporting an entire legion to another place.

At the cost of being broken, this treasure can even change the position of an entire planet. In the game, Illidan used the Sagerite keystone to forcibly drag the world of Argus to the side of the planet Azeroth.

It was certainly a foolhardy move, but it was understandable given the circumstances.

The infiltrators have already received the news that the advance army of Azeroth is coming, and they must arrange a connection point for them in advance. The portal opened by the keystone is located in the universe, and entering Argus from the universe requires a precise node. traction.

This is also the reason why Van Cleef worked so hard in this deadly cold night. After burying the 7 road markers, the constant temperature magic circle on their leather armor had reached its limit. Edwin finally raised his head and looked at this Beyond the barren and dilapidated dark green plain, the faintly visible Legion Casting Casting Camp was shining like stars.

This land made Edwin feel fear from the deepest part of his heart. There was no hope, no future, no life, nothing here. He couldn't imagine how miserable the world would be if Azeroth became like this.

This is also the same thought of many infiltrators who once dismissed the situation outside the world. They didn't know how scary hell is until they entered hell. hell.

This is a natural sense of mission. Even the most vicious villain will have this heavy feeling after seeing such a strong contrast. Even a villain will not be willing to live in hell, at least at this moment , Azeroth's warm light is like a beacon in the darkness, encouraging these dark walkers who are fighting in hell.

"Okay, let's go back!"

Edwin withdrew his gaze, and said to the two people beside him, "Tomorrow, this place will look different."

The two comrades-in-arms whom he didn't even know their names suddenly nodded, and they were also looking forward to it. Whether it's destroying or changing the hope of tomorrow, let it come, let it be given to this damned world, to this already In a world that has lost everything, a little more change is good.

The three disappeared into the complex and ferocious mountains in the Krokuen area, and behind them, there was only desolation.

yes not too far

Nestor is an eredar second lieutenant of the Burning Legion stationed in the Krukuun area. He is leading 12 demon guards, riding on magic dogs, on a daily border patrol.

He was born 1W7 millennium after the "Dark Day", and he is only 8,000 years old. In the Eredar civilization, he is an out-and-out young man. When he was young, his unbearable body demon Before Hua's parents committed suicide, they described to him more than once the appearance of Argus 25,000 years ago. The memory is already very blurred, but Nestor can still vaguely remember that the parents said that the world at that time was not It is not as cold and cruel as it is now, nor is it necessary to be under the same starry sky with demons as it is now.

They said that at that time, it was a warm scene where the sun was shining on the earth. At that time, under the leadership of the prophet Velen, the entire world of Argus was thriving, until they were bewitched by Kil'jaeden to believe in the Dark Titan, and looked forward to the coming of the Dark Titan. Advent.

"The worst thing we did in this life was to listen to Kil'jaeden's stupid prophecy and we will atone for Argus."

These were the last words left by his parents before committing suicide. Nestor knew that his parents were not the only ones who couldn't bear the demonization and darkness of the world. In fact, there were thousands of AIs before he was born. The Ruida people chose to kill themselves in pain.

But Nestor will not, because he has never seen the sun shining on the earth. Since he was born, Argus has been like this ghost. It is said that there are still some places in the ruins of Mac'Aree. Sunshine, it's a pity that it is the large cemetery of the Eredar people, it is an unknown place, and secondly, it is a place with a very high military level.

As Lieutenant Nestor, he couldn't get in there.

Nestor’s generation doesn’t like everything about Argus, but they don’t hate it either, because they haven’t experienced the taste of light. They were born in hell, thinking that hell is everything in the world, so naturally they can’t talk about the legendary light. Yearning, they live in this broken world in a chaotic way, following the Burning Legion to conquer other worlds, some people choose to become demons.

And for some cowardly young people like Nestor, they prefer to live in such a muddle.

Riding a magic dog to patrol the Krokuhn area is a meaningless job. Apart from demons in this wilderness, there are those cowardly hunters of the Krokuhn tribe who occasionally show their claws , neither was a threat, and Kil'jaeden thought he had perfect control over the world of Argus, but it wasn't.

At least Nestor knows that the Krokuun tribe can persist in the Krokuun area for 2W5 millenniums not only because of the terrain, but many new Eredars sympathize with them, yes, they are demonized However, it does not mean that they are demons from birth, this is a process of transformation.

Nestor himself was one of them. He let go of those injured Krokuhn stalkers more than once. He felt that it was silly to kill each other so hostile to each other. There was no deep hatred between them, so he even Willing to turn a blind eye, this attitude made Second Lieutenant Nestor a little "celebrity" on this border, which is probably one of the reasons why he has not been promoted after being stationed here for 500 years one.

Second Lieutenant Eredar couldn't help but scratched his arm. There was a large crack on the red, horny skin. The wound was barely bandaged with the hide of a demon hound. It was an assassination not long ago. memorial to him.

I don't know when it started, those "shadow killers", as the demons call those guys, their activities have become more and more frequent. It is said that in the Antoran wasteland, those guys even dared to fight the regular army head-on, and Destroying a large military base, the second lieutenant couldn't imagine how they did it, but the assassination left a deep impression on him.

It was in the command room of the Gukoto camp. Nestor almost watched the human jump out of the darkness, cut open the neck of his cruel and cunning boss within 2 seconds, and then How to re-enter the shadows before the felguard could react.

The hideous bleeding wound made Nestor feel chills thinking about it now. It's not that he hasn't seen how the succubi and Shiva demons of the legion killed in the same way, but before that human disappeared, that The human looked at him, that kind of cold, emotionless look, as if looking at a piece of meat, which Nestor still can't forget.

He never thought that such a weak person with a height of less than 2 meters and a weapon in his hand that was similar to a toothpick could have such eyes and killing intent that made his whole body fall into an ice cave, yes, Nai Sturt knew that the reason why he survived was not because of how strong he was, but purely because the killer didn't want to waste time on him.

These elusive bastards would only choose those high-ranking demons to attack, and a rookie like him would not be chosen by them. This made Second Lieutenant Nestor rejoice, but also an unbearable sadness.

"But that's fine, at least I won't be sent to the battlefield."

The second lieutenant murmured to himself and comforted himself, "At least you don't have to face those barbarians in the wild world. It is said that the legion has failed three times in one world. Don't send me to the battlefield, I will be scared to death."

However, the timid second lieutenant didn't know that he really didn't need to go to the battlefield, but the barbarians he talked about had already arrived.

"hum"

A dark green energy storm bloomed in the starry sky outside the world of Argus. It was different from the sneaking around last time. This time, the opening of the keystone was more wanton and rampant. It even kept shining and spreading in the air, like It was like flowing water in the star field, and eventually the half of the starry sky was contaminated into a giant star field portal.

Among the tens of thousands of monitors in the world of Argus, amidst the panicked screams of countless demons, a golden city shining with endless light slowly appeared from the dark green portal.

Dick and Odin stood in Valarjar's Glory Square. Behind them, there was Velen with a nostalgic and complicated face, Illidan with a cruel face, the guardian who was ready to go, and the cold as frost Uther and his apprentice, Mishhirsar Anair, Highlord of Death, bearing the reforged swords of Frostmourne.

Behind these people is a neat army of Heroic Spirits holding weapons and wearing armor. The moment they were born, they fought for the last hope of Azeroth, and now, their battlefield is coming! Their glory, their existence, and their meaning are here!

On this planet that lost everything.

After all, the area of ​​Valagar is limited, and they can't bring too many people, so those who can stand here are the best of the best.

"we are coming."

Dick looked at the dark green planet in front of him, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Argus"

"Fight to the end here! Wait for the real decisive battle to come!"

Odin waved his hand, and after positioning the precise teleportation beacon, the entire Valagarh shone like a golden shadow in the air and disappeared into the star field. In Kil'jaeden's furious roar, the entire Argus world At the same time, all the legions moved frantically towards Valagar's landing point, the Krokuhn area.

It's an invasion, it's a slap in the face Velen is back with a party of invaders.

He's going to kill them all! He swears!

But for others, such as the infiltrators who got the news in advance, and the warriors of the Krokuhn tribe, this city that fell from the sky means a glimmer of hope in the dark, although it is shaky, But there is real hope.

But for others, such as Second Lieutenant Nestor who stared dumbfounded at the golden city floating in the sky, this was outright bad news.

The era of change appeared in front of Lieutenant Nestor in a devastating way, and his fate, as well as the fate of the world, became blurred.