Shadow Trails in Azeroth

After the last two Lord Insects of the Qiraji Ruins were tamed by the hunters arranged by the stinky pirates, at the darkest moment before dawn, tonight's war had entered a real garbage time.

The swarm has receded.

They even brought back those companions who died in the chaos under the new orders. They were extremely docile and even knew how to make way for the soldiers in front of them, without any trace of their previous violent and devouring attitude.

Such a change is difficult for many people to accept.

The old cow holding the totem looked at the receding insect swarm in front of him with a complex look. Beside this powerful warrior, the corpses of various alien insects and insect people were piled up.

If the alien bugs could think at the most basic level, when they saw the piles of bug corpses around Kane, they should regard him as an enemy they would never forget.

Cairn Bloodhoof almost single-handedly defended the road to the temple battlefield for the death knights after the defense line collapsed.

He went on a killing spree tonight, unleashing all his destructive power.

Kane also fell into a desperate situation during the wild battle. At the fatal moment when he was surrounded by the swarm of insects, he was also forced to release a rebirth of the earth. The swarm paid a great price to kill Kane. He originally planned to As they continued to move forward, the tenacious old cow came back to life with full health, giving the swarm a big surprise.

Especially in the big sand pit in front of Kane, there lies a silithid lord who is very similar to the tenacious Van Kress. He should be the craziest insect swarm general under General Rajax.

The sandworm predator named Kulinax died miserably after Kane smashed his head with a totem. In order to kill it, Kane even broke the supreme weapon given to him by Ulan Gaoling. Ridge Rune War Spear.

Now the upper half of the war spear was inserted into Kulinax's shattered brain.

"What are you thinking about?"

Brox's tired voice sounded from behind Kane. The old cow swung his tail, stepped forward and pulled out his broken war spear from the broken brain of the predator worm lord.

He said angrily to the old orc who was also a warrior:

“I’m just feeling emotional.

Perhaps because of my clan’s experiences, my understanding of night elves is full of prejudice.

Only after I actually witnessed the violent destruction of the Qiraji swarm did I realize what great deeds those lanky men I didn't like had done thousands of years ago.

What if the Kaldorei failed to stop these Qiraji in the Battle of Quicksand?

The Bloodhoof clan wouldn't even have a chance to exist.

I shouldn't hold a grudge against them.

In the distant past that we don't know, before my grandfather was born, we already owed the night elves a debt that we cannot repay. "

"You're a good fighter, Kane, but you always think too much.

There is no conflict between past favor and present hatred. Just because the night elves protected you in the past, you cannot turn a blind eye to the suffering their gods have inflicted on you.

This is not what a chief should think. "

The old orc found a stone to sit on, and took out an exquisite tauren pipe from his bag, which Ulan Gaoling gave him after the Supreme Warrior War.

He lit the tobacco with a flint, ignoring that the armor was full of corrosion and scratches left by insect limbs. While Blox puffed away smoke and enjoyed the tranquility after the war, he threw the dragon-slaying ax in his hand to Kai. kindness.

explain:

"The insect's carapace must be good for making armor. We'll split the good stuff you collected 50/50."

"But I did all the work, so I feel like I should get more."

The old cow laughed and used a sharp ax to chop open the strong shell of the predatory insect lord in front of him, and then chopped off the six sharp insect limbs.

From Kane's perspective, it was not difficult to find that these sharp black claws only needed a little polishing to become the best material for war spears. While he was working, he said to the old orc sitting next to him resting:

"You orcs are also clan-based in Draenor. I have heard many stories about the great chieftain from Grom. To be honest, I am a little confused now about how to deal with the relationship between the tauren and Kaldorei.

I know that you once served a great and wise chief.

Maybe you can give me some advice? "

"Advice? I don't think you need the advice of a loser. You should probably ask Black Shaw such a question. For a small price, his dark wisdom will serve you."

Brox sat on the stone like a boss, watching the death knights in front of him silently clearing the battlefield. He exhaled a puff of smoke and said to Kane:

"But if you find Black's dark advice too 'exciting,' I can have a chat with you.

You are just wandering between kindness and hatred. This is actually a very simple choice.

From our orc way of looking at it, the Kaldorei do protect this continent. They protected you during the Battle of the Shifting Sands. This is a favor that needs to be repaid.

So when they need help, you can command your clan and fight to the death for their existence.

But the pain their gods inflict on you is also real.

This is hatred and it must be reckoned with.

So when you go to confront Cenarius, you don't need to give him too much face. The bad thing was caused by his indulgence of his children, and this is his fault.

Just because the Kaldorei are kind to you, you tauren deserve to suffer? "

The old orc coughed twice, shrugged his shoulders and said to Kane:

"Many idiots think that it is true that grudges can be offset, but how can it be so easy to eliminate hatred? We orcs know this best.

You must release the anger in your heart so that you can calmly seek peace.

It is impossible for a person with hatred in his heart to think calmly, let alone to persuade the people behind him to be as calm as you. If you have to choose between kindness and hatred, you must put your own people first.

You may have many friends to rely on, but your people can only rely on you.

You can't let them down.

Once they're disappointed, you're out of luck.

I don't think the Kaldorei would help you in your time of trouble. These night elves are indeed humbler than their brethren, but they are still elves.

Pride and arrogance are their original sins. "

"Ugh, who says orcs are not smart?"

Kane felt that what the old orc said made sense. While throwing the dragon-slaying ax back to Brox, he divided half of the materials he collected and threw them at the old orc's feet.

Lao Niu waved his hands coolly and said:

"The extra money is the reward for your green-skinned wisdom. Besides, since you're already here, why don't you come with me to the Desolate Land? Help me fight a dozen centaurs, and I'll treat you to a drink after the battle."

"You're starting to do Blake's thing too."

Brooks glared at Kane and said:

"You old cow looks honest and honest, but you can learn bad things much faster than us. But if you want to hire warriors like me and my brother, just these few materials are not enough.

Can you spend as much money as Blake did? "

"I do not have money."

The old cow wagged his tail, spread his hands and said:

"My ancestral armor has been sold to the goblins in exchange for food for my people."

"No need to talk if you don't have money."

Brooks sneered and said:

"We over at Blackstone Mountain still have a lot of troubles to solve. How can we have time to leave the family business and work for others like that lunatic Grom?"

"Don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet."

The old cow squeezed his eyes and showed a sly smile. He patted the old orc on the shoulder and said:

"But the centaurs are predatory. I heard that there are the tombs of their five great khans in their ancestral land, Spear Valley, and they are filled with gold and silver treasures.

It's useless for us tauren to ask for money.

Don't worry, I won't let your work go in vain. "

"It's okay to use other people's money to hire killers to kill other people."

The old orc blew out a smoke ring, gave the old cow a hard hammer on his broad waist, and said:

"As expected, you bastard learned a lot of cunning and wisdom from Black. You can't continue like this. If you don't have Black's ability, don't learn his way of thinking that deserves to be beaten.

I took the job.

I also want to go and compete with those centaur war khans who can suppress warriors like you for decades. Our shaman is going to go anyway, just think of it as a way to relax.

Uh, what is that? "

Brooks stood up, lifted the insect shell material under his feet, and was about to leave with Kane, but he looked back at the sky behind him as if he was feeling something.

Deep in the distant desert, there is a golden light shining in the night.

"Holy Light?"

The old orc glanced at the paladins behind him in surprise, and said to Kane:

"How many people are here from the Holy Light Church? Can they still spare some time to help the hunters fighting in the desert?"

"Well, that's not from the Holy Light Church."

Kane, who had been living on the Nagfar during this period, shook his head and explained:

"Before the battle started, I saw that Black sent a lady in black robes to follow the hunters to the large insect nest in the desert. It was the lady who should have released the holy light.

Everyone else on the ship respects her. It is said that she is also a Holy Light heretic? "

"Ah, I know who it is."

The old orc curled his lips and said:

"Natalie Serling of 'Forgotten Shadow' was a truly ruthless character. During the years when we were at war with humans, the orc warriors who died at the hands of her and her crazy followers were able to form a small clan. .

I also hunted her down myself, under Orgrim's orders.

how to say?

That woman was scary, she was one of the few people who survived after being stabbed by me. "

"Is it so powerful?"

Kane's eyes widened and he said:

"I think she is easy to talk to. She is a very low-key person and has no sense of presence on the ship."

"Ah ha, another guy who was deceived by Ms. Natalie."

The idiot Finna who happened to be passing by heard what Kane said. She rolled her eyes and said to Kane:

"The most evil person on that ship was my stinky brother, but in terms of evil, Ms. Natalie was at least in the top five. Everyone respected her not just because she was the ship's doctor.

Once you really piss her off, you'll know how scary a Shadow Priest who ventures into the void on his own and is loved by the Holy Light can be.

She can easily drive you crazy with just one look. I'm not bragging. I've seen it with my own eyes.

More than once. "

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"Ah sneeze!"

Outside the Rego Hive in the Great Desert of Silithus, Natalie Serling, who was holding a gorgeous staff with flowing light, suddenly sneezed.

She felt that someone must be speaking ill of her behind her back.

Of course, it may also be because he is too weak now.

Behind Natalie, Emeril Shadow Guard was looking at the low-key black-robed ship doctor in front of her and the long-legged young priestess next to her with a mixture of respect and fear.

In fact, when assigning tasks before, when Blake assigned the two ladies to follow the hunters from the secret passage and rush into the insect nest to tame the low-level insect swarm lords, Emeril refused.

She would rather have the battle-hardened Cenarion druids as her team's healers than two human female priests who don't look intimidating at all.

But Black refused her request for replacement and told her that ten druids were not as good as one Natalie.

Emeril didn't believe it at that time.

But now she believes it.

She didn't know what happened to the team that went deep into the other two insect nests.

But her team started out with only fifteen people, and now it had experienced fighting a terrifying insect nest, and after struggling to complete the task of taming it, it was still fifteen people.

This is simply a miracle!

They fought for several hours in a large insect nest with at least tens of thousands of insects, but no one died, and few were seriously injured. This terrifying treatment efficiency was comparable to the Moon Priest of the Sisters of Elune.

What's even more rare is that Ms. Natalie can not only use the Holy Light to heal, but when the team is in danger of being besieged and destroyed by the insect swarm, Ms. Selling's void magic, which switches to the shadow form, is equally deadly.

After witnessing Natalie frightening a dozen vicious bugs to death with a mental scream, Emeril no longer dared to show any contempt for this low-key priest.

She realized Blake's compliment wasn't bragging.

As long as the black-robed priest wanted to, she could easily wipe out the enemies in this insect nest together with her fifteen-person team.

If coupled with the help of the long-legged Priestess beside her, Natalie Serling would not even be injured after killing them and the bugs.

Natalie felt the awed gaze of the elf ranger behind her.

But she didn't care.

She stroked the legendary priest's holy staff that she had finally made in her hand. In the beating of golden light, the somewhat weak Natalie looked at Partrice who was chanting with her head lowered beside her.

She said with a certain appreciation:

"Isenlien has taught you well, little girl. You already have all the conditions to become a legendary Holy Light Priest. You are the most talented healer I have ever seen.

What's even more valuable is that you can not only heal, but you can also fight with the power of the Holy Light.

Do you plan to become a Disciplinarian in the future? "

"Um, yes, Mentor Natalie."

Although Natalie had left the Holy Light Church a long time ago and was accused of being a heretic by many priests, Silver Priest Partrice still called the senior who taught her first aid in the same way as in the past.

She looked at the shining "blessing" staff in Natalie's hand with a little envy, and said softly:

"It was the advice given to me by His Majesty Fao. He said that the Holy Light had already arranged my destiny, and that I could take over the position of mentor Isenlien and become a great prosecutor.

But compared to fighting, I still...

Prefer the feeling of healing. "

"If you have talent, you can't waste it. His Majesty Fa'ao has a very accurate eye for people."

Natalie noticed the gaze of her former disciple, and she raised the staff in her hand.

Under the transformation of the power of the void, the shining golden staff instantly transformed from a holy and incomparable healing artifact into a spooky evil staff.

A gentle wave can bring out the purple-black void flow, and just one look at it will make Partrice tremble.

"Do you want a weapon that understands your power like this and can change its form as you wish?"

Natalie whispered to Patrick:

"In front of a shadow priest, you don't have to hide your desires. You just saw with your own eyes how I passed the test of holy light and shadow and created my own 'blessing and curse'.

I can tell you that there is more than one such weapon in this world, and the Sisters of Elune also have many similar Holy Eyes and Shadow Eyes in their collection.

You can have it too, Patrick.

This is the best reward for a pastor.

Or, you can pursue the greater power of divine punishment and strive to become an outstanding discipliner

Black, the evil one I serve, may be able to help you find the power you need.

But remember my warning, never believe a word he says, especially if he asks you to pay for the information you need.

Little girls like you are his favorite prey.

His love life has been very bad recently, so he most likely won’t eat you. "

Natalie reached out and patted Patrice on the head, like a kitten, and whispered in a playful tone:

"But he will enjoy 'taming' you."

"So, stay away from him, stay away from dangerous dirty things, and be good."