Azeroth Trail of Light

"Super energy fluctuations detected, energy level EX! The defense system is turned on to the highest level! All weapon systems are turned on! Contact the Eredar fleet and get them ready for battle!"

Harsh sirens sounded in the command rooms of the various starships of the Pukuk Star Fleet, and the lavender defensive light shields were ignited on the surface of each starship, as well as the jewel starships of the Eredars, almost At the same time, the light shields covering the entire fleet lit up.

The calm was broken in an instant, and the energy fluctuation of the EX energy level meant that extraordinary power joined the battlefield, which was no longer an opponent that these fleets could deal with.

In fact, there is no need for an alarm. Standing by the porthole, the commanders can almost see the center of the khaki-yellow planet with the naked eye. A red star point appears, and then flows outward at high speed, like some kind of special Like matter, in less than 3 minutes, it occupied almost one-tenth of the surface of the planet.

"The surface temperature is rising rapidly!"

The officer in charge of monitoring the origin star shouted, "Very fast! The surface temperature has risen to 40°50°!"

"Preparing for forced teleportation! Where are the Governor and Commander?"

The adjutant rushed to the podium and asked loudly, "How are their vital signs?"

"This is the abnormal place!"

The officer said with a tangled face, "This temperature is already very dangerous for humans, but the vital signs of the governor and commander are very stable, not even a single fluctuation!"

"You mean they're surrounded by deadly heat, but not in danger?"

The adjutant of the fleet turned his head to look at the star of origin. The rapidly spreading crimson flame could be seen clearly on the starship. Although in the endless universe, all kinds of strange things would happen, he even saw A planet completely made up of a whole block of ice, and there are life activities in it, but he couldn't help worrying about this weird situation.

If anything happens to the governor or the commander on this increasingly mysterious planet, they are to blame.

The adjutant pondered for a moment, then shook his hand,

"Anyway, send them back first!"

"Teleport. Failed!"

A terrified voice sounded on the communication channel, "Sir, we have lost the space coordinates of the governor and commander, and the command authority of the Iron Soldiers has just been transferred. That is a high-level authority that we have never seen before!"

"What!"

The adjutant was dizzy in front of his eyes, and his body staggered. After supporting the podium, he asked sharply,

"The governor's authority is B-level. Is there anyone in this sector with higher authority than him? The First Fleet hasn't arrived yet!"

"Sir, that authority. It's S-level!"

The Fleet Hall was suddenly quiet. There are no more than 10 people in the entire Federation of Azeroth with S-level authority, and they are all in the Supreme Mother Planet. It is impossible for the brain to be completely chaotic in this remote star area. It was only then that the adjutant realized the reason why the governor set off with the most elite fleet in the entire Puruk sector this time, and was able to get the support of the First Fleet.

Any matter related to S-level authority can not be handled independently by only one star sector.

At the same time when the human race and the Eredar fleet fell into a chaotic command situation, on the origin star, crimson flames were bursting out from every inch of cracks on the surface, and in less than 20 minutes, the The side of the planet facing the sun was completely ablaze.

The temperature of the flame was so high that the fleet moored outside the planet had to retreat nearly ten astronomical units. It was like a re-ignited sun.

When it was even worse, everyone who witnessed all of this didn't know the reason for the flames. It was like an ancient creature sleeping in the planet awakened at this moment. The power that can ignite half of the planet is enough. Proof of his strength and menace.

But in the center of the burning flames, inside the pyramid wrapped in silver flames, there is no feeling of a slight increase in temperature. In fact, in front of the broken blade that illuminates all darkness, in this suffocating In the confrontation, even the most powerful Kil'ruk felt a little tired under that kind of pressure.

Everyone could feel a touch of indifferent will brushing over their hearts, without speaking, but showing its attitude, it seemed to be distinguishing, and it seemed to be waiting.

Due to the contact and understanding of psionic energy, the wind-reaver quickly realized the true meaning of this will.

"Tisharache is half of the Creation God Soldiers. It was obtained by Mr. Dick in the later period of the Argus War, and then disappeared on the battlefield of the last battle. Now it seems that it has been with Mr. Dick, which is very good, this It proves that we are only one step away from the final answer."

Kil'ruk said quickly in the minds of Huron, Gris and Lakish,

"But the magic weapon has a spirit, but it can't think like ordinary people. It just woke up, but it didn't attack because it sensed the aura from Azeroth on us. Do you have any items contaminated with Mr. Dick's aura? "

"I have!"

With great difficulty, Huron took out a storage spar from the pocket of his battle uniform, and threw it to the Windbreaker.

"It's an old grandmother's favourite, and it should prove our identity."

Kil'ruk crushed the crystal, and an eagle-headed scepter shining with starlight appeared in its claws. As the Windreaper raised the scepter high, the scattered starlight spread across the hall. A special halo was propped up in the flames. This was a gift from Dick when Queen Kalia ascended the throne 2,000 years ago. The Orsis scepter from the ruins of the Titan in Uldum was also The royal symbol of the Empire of Central Lordaeron.

Huron Don Menethil is very much favored by the heroic Queen Kalia. It seems that this rumor is true. Her Majesty the Queen entrusted him with such important national treasures. Huron must be the next Lordan However, considering that Abad Menethil, the current king of the Lordaeron Empire, is in his prime of life, it is estimated that Huron will have to wait another 200 years to inherit the throne.

When the scepter of Orsis was raised, the cold will from Tisracher felt the breath that mortals could not detect, and the flame it ignited suddenly recovered, and in an instant, it ignited half the world's prehistoric The fire disappeared, as if it had never appeared before, but the traces of lava left on the already desolate ground and the dust storm that had subsided proved the traces of the crazy scene just now.

At this moment, the sword withdrew all its power, just like it was in a deep sleep before, all the breath disappeared, floating in the air, like an ancient decoration.

At the moment when the pressure subsided, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief. They hadn't really faced the terrifying aura that was like a beast that would swallow you up in the next moment. You would never be able to imagine that kind of terrible pressure. Kellman and Basilone couldn't help but start to doubt the past history. Did the heroes who existed 2,000 years ago set foot on the battlefield with such power?

Were the heroes of 2,000 years ago monsters?

"Huron, go, take down that sword!"

Kerruk whispered, "Only your blood can guarantee you to hold it temporarily, but don't try to become its master, that will only make it resist you. Only Dick in this universe can be recognized by it , the thousand-year protection of the mausoleum has proved this point."

The governor nodded, tidied up his clothes, strode forward, put his hands lightly on the surface of Tisracher, and held it in his hands. Gris took out a delicate wooden box from the storage ring. It was originally used for him to hold valuables, but the orcs tore out all the gorgeous and valuable decorations inside, threw them on the ground, and handed them to Huron.

The governor held his breath, and put the broken blade in his hand into the luxurious box. Tisharache did not resist, which made everyone heave a sigh of relief.

After Huron tied the wooden box on his back in a nondescript way, they continued to move forward. The guess of the windbreaker was correct. After passing the Excalibur hall, they quickly walked along the deep road. The tunnel entered the final hall. When Gris took out the lighting equipment and introduced the light into the hall, everyone saw the highest respect of a civilization.

In this hall, the indigenous civilization of Zhiyuan Star used the most luxurious everything they could imagine to build a residence for the "gods" who descended into the world. It was a completely hollowed out space. At the end of this road, It leads to the very center of that space, and the surrounding walls are inlaid with all kinds of precious metals and gemstones. Under the light, it is like a treasure house hidden in time.

The slightly rough jade built the scenery of the original star of origin, as well as the records of the indigenous civilization on their own history, but these did not stop the eyes of these people for even a second. At the moment of entering the hall, all People's eyes are all focused on the round crystal floating in the deepest part of the space.

Just like the sun in the dark, the light in hell, although the whole body is dark, it can always attract all the attention from the very beginning.

"That's it. The origin crystal, the real treasure in the civilization records here, where the kingdom of the gods is located."

Kelman stammered, "I've seen it in the history rubbings of the natives of Reach Star, and I thought it was just a legend."

"That's not the origin crystal. It's the self-seal of a titan spirit."

Three pairs of wings that were as thin as a cicada's but as strong as steel protruded from the back of the mantid Windreaper. He turned his head and said to Huron who was stunned in place,

"Come up, kid! I'll take you to meet your ancestors, the greatest beings in the history of Azeroth."

The governor was stunned for a moment. In the civilized class of the insects, Yingjie is the highest-ranking noble person. They are absolutely noble and inviolable from the will of existence to their bodies. But now, a Yingjie is willing to carry him on his back. Huron was very surprised, but under the urging of Kil'ruk and with the help of Gries, Huron, who was carrying Tisharache on his back, finally lay on the back of the Wind Reaver.

The gigantic mantid flapped its wings lightly, freeing its body from the restraints on the ground, and flew towards the crystal suspended in the air. For the first time, he used his vocal cords instead of his spirit to make a sound. Can't hide the nostalgia and awe.

"I once fought side by side with Mr. Dick in the war in the Draenor world. Under his command, the bravest soldiers in the entire Azeroth attacked the Burning Legion, which was still very powerful for us. I I have never seen humans can be so resolute and brave, even if they are alone in the face of a powerful demon guard, they will not show fear."

"He seems to have a special temperament that can make people believe in him and make people willing to follow him. Son, you have his blood flowing in your body. Can you inherit that glory?"

"I"

Huron opened his mouth to say something, but Kil'ruk cut him off.

"Hehe, let time prove it. Come, stretch out your hand, wake him up, you have the qualifications, and then tell him that the world he saved has lived up to everything he has done."