Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Time flies and two days pass.

When Blake's plan finally comes to execution, there will be no grand expedition ceremony, no lucky guy selected from a million to perform the gong in the eyes of envious and jealous eyes, and no inspiring speech.

All the combatants assigned to the mission just left Cenarion Fortress in batches under the cover of night. They had to enter their respective preset positions before the arrival of D time.

Groups of summoned druids and elite Kaldorei veterans in the fortress followed the hunters.

Apart from these two professions, there were few others in Silithus tonight.

In addition to the various heroes who will fight in the ruins of Qiraji, all other hunters in the secret passage have been summoned.

While the war in the center of the Qiraji Empire begins, they will sneak into large and small insect nests in the desert and capture as many insect lords as possible with average strength.

The secret passage that has been lonely for a thousand years will block everything to ensure the successful completion of this hunting operation.

As long as they can come back alive, the rise of the Secret Path is just around the corner.

According to Black Shaw, the famous conspirator and villain of Azeroth, no one dares to mess with a group of hunting masters who lead the swarm with them.

After tonight, in addition to bows and arrows, hunters' arsenal will be equipped with more deadly 'terminal weapons'.

Once they are provoked and united, they can even have the power to destroy a small country overnight.

This is the hunting master that Black Shaw imagined!

The stinking pirate has been dissatisfied with the status quo of hunters in Azeroth for a long time, because other professions divided into six major forces have their own symbols of power, but hunters are like stepmothers.

Throughout history, there are few major events that hunters have accomplished independently.

The profession lacks a great history, especially after the death of Huon Highmountain, and the majesty of the Hunt has been lacking some grand story to embellish.

But it doesn't matter, tonight the hunters will create their own hunting legends in this desert.

The Great Desert of Silithus, which stands almost eternally in time, seems to have a premonition that the war is about to start. The wind blowing tonight is particularly noisy, and the sand and dust are flying and gathering, but it cannot stop the warriors from moving forward.

They broke through the strong wind and rushed to the battlefield amidst the rolling sand.

Tonight is destined to be the moment when the forces of nature show their power.

If these low-key hunters do succeed, the day might be called the "Green Miracle."

They would use a hearty victory to declare that the era of farmhouses was over and that the next era of hunting would soon begin.

When the hunters dispersed, the vanguard and leader of the war were already in place. Just under the Beetle Wall, near the tunnel where the stinking pirates last slipped into the territory of the Insect Empire, large-scale excavations were underway.

It's not just digging a hole.

Silent death knights moved in and out of four large selected tunnels.

They sent bundles of silver-gray dwarf bombs into the tunnel, and under the command of Black's mechanical dwarf pirates, they laid out a large-scale explosion zone underground.

During the past few days when the soldiers were preparing for war, the Nagfar was not idle either. The detonation zone calculated and set up by Third Officer Pascal would be directional blasting in the underground tunnel, instantly blasting out a huge "beetle wall" underground tunnel".

This passage is the troop transport cave.

The death knights of the Black Crow Chapter will rush into the Qiraji ruins from here. Of course, in order to ensure that the bugs will not detect the clues, the pioneers of the Black Crow Chapter did not even enter Silithus on a large scale.

The ruthless warriors who had returned from death were gathering in the city of Elrethalas in the jungle of Feralas, and the spellcasters under Lord Ravencrest were also preparing for a large-scale teleportation.

The Sarains are in charge over there, and the location of the teleportation spell is personally positioned by the old lich Meri Dongfeng.

Ravencrest devised a frantic raid plan.

After the passage under the Beetle Wall is opened, he will send a forward legion of four thousand people at a time, and rush into the Qiraji ruins as quickly as possible to establish a front line.

This was a tactic used by the elite armies during the Elf Empire, and it is difficult to replicate it today.

After all, no country in the civilization of this era, except for the Nightborne of Suramar who possesses the Scepter of Sargeras, has as many spellcasting resources as the Elf Empire.

Unfortunately, Lady Elisande, the ruler of Suramar, pretended not to have received the invitation letter from Black.

She obviously didn't feel that this swarm war had anything to do with the Nightborne, and this poor decision had already caused Black to write her name down in the Little Book of Hatred.

The stinky pirate has always been cruel to those who don't give him face, so he will "reason" with the great mage whenever he finds an opportunity in the future.

But fortunately, death knights are special beings.

They do not pursue the comfort or even safety of teleportation. They pursue extreme efficiency. Even if only a space rift is opened, the dead can rush over without fear.

This gave Lord Ravencrest the confidence to conduct a magic raid.

The Holy Light Walkers who are opposed to death are gathering in the rear. These Holy Light Warriors do not intend to charge with the dead. The forces of the two sides are in conflict. Cooperating with each other is equivalent to helping the other party commit suicide.

They had to stagger their attack rounds, but fortunately the number of paladins was not large. They could enter the battlefield of Qiraji Ruins after the death knights established their positions.

Under the deep night, Pope Faol was leading the paladins and priests to pray before the war. In the cold wind blowing in the desert, these guys were half-kneeling on the ground, reciting sacred scriptures.

They knew they might never come back, but no one chose to back down.

"What are those humans carrying?"

Ms. Tyrande, the High Priest of the Moon, was also praying to the Moon God, but she soon discovered that in addition to carrying weapons, her "comrades" were all carrying something strange on their backs.

Sister White Tiger observed the "new equipment" of the Holy Light Walkers in surprise, and she asked Malfurion beside her:

"Is that a tombstone? Is this some special human custom?"

"Uh, I don't really understand either."

The archdruid blinked and said:

“I haven’t had any contact with human civilization since I woke up, but according to the information submitted by the watchers, they don’t seem to have such a strange tradition.

Tombstones also represent ominousness in their civilization. "

"That's the Monument of Sin!"

A low voice sounded behind the Moon Priest and her druid pet. Brox, the fully armed orc warrior holding a dragon-slaying ax, moved his shoulders and said to the two elves:

"It's a new gadget developed by Blake. It is said to help the user resist the impact of the power of corruption on the soul. He has also sold such a thing to us."

The old orc glanced at the black stone tablet he was carrying behind him.

He shrugged and said:

"Although I'm not sure if this thing is useful, I have full confidence in Black Shaw when it comes to pretending to be a ghost. Anyway, even if it's useless, it can be used as a shield to protect the back."

"It does have strange power."

Tyrande curiously reached out and touched the black sin monument behind the orc. After a few seconds, she withdrew her hand and said to the orc warrior:

"That is a power I have not yet come into contact with. It is connected to your soul but shows a sign of darkness gathering. It is not a holy thing, but it may indeed protect the soul."

"That stinky pirate said this thing is the condensation of our life's sins."

Brooks touched his chin, glanced at his sin monument, which was at least two circles larger than the others, and said:

"Does he mean that my sins are more than others? Well, if you think about it, if you include the things I did in Draenor, it makes sense that this thing is heavier."

"You seem to be inconsistent with the rumored image of a violent and rude orc."

After chatting for a while, Tyrande said to the old orc in front of him:

"Did human descriptions deliberately vilify you? Or are you an exception among the orcs? Please forgive my curiosity, but this is indeed my first contact with the orcs.

I'm interested in your story and your world. Does Elune's light shine in the Outlands? "

"I can barely be considered a special case. I have experienced a lot, and I have personally committed horrific massacres that destroyed my conscience, although I have also saved many people.

But I don't think the merits and demerits can be offset.

Some of my compatriots are indeed as rude and warlike as humans describe them to be, but our civilizations are far apart, so perhaps orcs and elves can be friends.

As for the radiance of Elune, as far as I know, there is no moon worship in Draenor. "

Brox leaned on his violent and ferocious dragon-slaying ax and replied to Tyrande and Malfurion:

"But in some of the Shadowmoon Clan's rituals, moonlight does play a very important symbolic role. I'm a warrior, so I don't know much about these.

If Your Majesty Tyrande wishes to seek this knowledge, perhaps he can speak with our Elder Drek'Thar.

Will he soon be heading to Desolace, which seems to be close to your forest? "

"Desolation? What are you doing there?"

Malfurion's expression changed, and he asked a question.

The old orc didn't feel the problem. He pursed his lips towards Kane Bloodhoof, who was sorting his weapons not far away, and said:

“To help our tauren brothers.

They were bullied miserably by the centaurs there. When I was chatting with Kane, I heard him say that those savage centaurs seemed to be the descendants of some kind of forest king.

Judging from the years of war and chaos that the Bloodhoof clan has encountered, that forest king is really not a good guy! "

Brooks spat at his feet and said:

"If Kane wants to ask for an explanation, I will definitely help."

This sentence made Tyrande and Malfurion look at each other.

The expressions on both of them were a little ugly. From their contacts in the past few days, they already knew that the orc and the tauren had passed the King of War's strength test.

They defeated the terrifying Death God Hela in Hades, and combined with the warning sent to Moonlight Grove from Val'sharah not long ago, the terrifying family matter that the King of the Forest has been concealing can no longer be concealed.

"Hey! Brooks, come here!"

While the orcs and elves were chatting, the idiot Finna's shout rang out from the "pirate camp". A heavily armed elf warrior was riding on the back of a war bear. She shouted:

"It's almost time, come and get ready, we'll have to rely on you to be the vanguard later, we're ready to go on a killing spree!"

Fenna held her troll sword high, and her heroic speech caused the surrounding shieldmaidens to cheer in unison.

The Supreme Shield Girl Heya kept rubbing the blade of the war spear. Her pupils were bloodshot, and the fighting passion that had been suppressed could finally be released.

In the center of the protective circle of the shield girls, His Highness Little Star, wearing a suit of armor, was a little afraid of the wall in front of him.

As a blue dragon, she knows the stories that happened here a thousand years ago.

She also knew that the dragon army lost many warriors in that battle. The insects were very violent and cruel. As a noble princess, she should probably stay away from this dangerous place.

Her defender Seanigosa also persuaded her in the same way.

But the little star finally came.

She is the princess who is determined to lead the magic army to greatness again! If you can't even defeat the bugs, what's the point of talking about the rise of the blue dragon?

What's more, the bad captain had personally told her to enter the Qiraji Temple in person, and said that there were people there that she had to face.

Although Little Star thinks pirates are evil, she believes in Black's prophecy.

"When the fight starts, Your Highness, you will hide behind me."

Sai Anigosa moved her fingers, pulled up the chain of the dragon's sin monument behind her back, and whispered to the gasping little star:

"Your ten guards and I will protect you from harm. Once we rescue the prisoner, we will evacuate immediately. I will not let you get hurt."

"We are dragons, Seani."

Little Xingxing shook her head. She looked around at the soldiers sharpening their swords. She puffed up her chest and said:

"We have to set an example for mortals! I have decided that I will not run away from this battle. This will be my first battle as the future Blue Dragon Queen!

If my mortal servants win, I will congratulate them.

If they lose, I will protect them and evacuate, just like my ancestors did a thousand years ago.

I want to prove to the world that we dragons have not forgotten our mission! We are still the defenders of this world. Speaking of which, where is Captain Stinky?

Without him around, I felt a little panicked. "

His Highness Xingxing spoke impassionedly, but in the end he was still timid, which made Seianni helplessly laugh and said:

"Lord Black is on his ship, just under the sea cliff behind the Qiraji Empire. He will lead the first wave of attacks. Look! It's begun!"

Little Star and others suddenly looked up. In the distant night sky, a crimson stream of light was rising from the sea. The crew of the Nagfar knew what it was.

"Dad, let me take aim for the first shelling!"

On the Great Desert Coast of Silithus, behind the ruins of the Qiraji Empire, under the insurmountable and almost vertical cliff, the Nagfar floated quietly above the sea water.

On the side of the ship at the end of the deck, next to the pirate wearing the Luna armor, Nagfar excitedly controlled the Eye of Invention that flew into the sky. She licked her lips and shouted to Blake:

"Watch me burn all these bugs to death with the flesh-purifying cannon!"

"Very well, then come on."

Blake said something to his precious daughter, then turned back and took the Moon God War Helmet from Sephiel.

He glanced at the rising fog of ocean pollution around the ship, as well as the ghost sailors looming in the fog, lifted a black box from his feet, and sighed:

"After such a long time, Prince Erazmin has only produced a downgraded version of the trial work. Maybe I should put some pressure on them?"

"No matter how small a homing bomb is, it is a weapon of mass destruction."

The first deputy dragon advised:

"Erazmin is a pacifist. If he hadn't confirmed that the enemy was a servant of the void, he probably wouldn't have taken out his things. Do you need me to go with you?

I can carry you over the sea cliff. There is no interference from the beetle wall behind the Qiraji ruins. I can fly over to support you from low altitude. "

"OK."

Black did not refuse to become a dragon knight this time.

He watched the Eye of Invention controlled by Nagfar fall into the Qiraji ruins, erupting into a crimson stream of light, and heard the loud explosion coming from the desert.

A huge desert storm has taken shape.

It will sweep through everything!

The smelly pirate laughed, put on his battle helmet, carried the black box, and said to Sephiel:

"You can command the charge of the ghost sailors, but be careful of those Anubisas, they are the famous 'dragon killers'. Let's go to the battlefield.

Give this gift to dear Lord C'Thun.

I believe that it will definitely like it and give me a warm welcome. After all, I brought many friends to play with it. Let’s have a lively evening! "