Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Black asked Old Garni to send a few letters, which meant that he invited quite a few people.

And those who have received the mission of "visiting" Draenor like Arch Druid Miss Sisali Black Crow are taking action, such as His Excellency Lord Turalyon, the Grand Knight of the Church of Holy Light, who has been in a bad mood recently.

The former military commander of Northern Xinjiang resigned from his military post after the domestic situation in Alterac stabilized.

Despite the efforts of the Lordaeron military to retain him, he returned to the church in Stratholme and continued his mission of spreading the faith.

Of course, choosing Stratholme instead of other regions is not just for faith. The main reason is that it is not far from Quel'Thalas. It is very convenient for Lord Turalyon to rush to the Windrunner in Eversong Forest every rest day. Tower, meet the elf sister that I miss so much, and occasionally violate the teachings of the Holy Light and do something shameful.

In the human kingdom and the elven kingdom, the scandal about Lord Turalyon and General Alleria Windrunner has been spreading for more than a day or two.

The gossip from the two countries is outrageous.

Some say that the two have a private life-long marriage, and some say that the two are just a "mutual assistance relationship" that goes beyond friendship. After all, Ms. Alleria is now the ranger general of Quel'Thalas. According to tradition, her marriage should be in Solved within the Elf Kingdom.

In Quel'Thalas, Ms. Alleria's suitors could line up from Dysholm all the way to Silvermoon City and still be wealthy.

Therefore, Turalyon had to face several unavoidable love duels every time he came to the Tower of Windrunner. The Grand Knight was reluctant at first, but later he became so annoyed that he simply brought his war hammer with him every time he came.

There are even more outrageous rumors on the human side, saying that General Turalyon has proposed to Ms. Alleria four times, but was rejected for various reasons.

This is also the main reason why the Grand Knight, the dream lover of all female priests, has been unhappy in recent months.

However, Turalyon no longer needs to worry about these rumors, because he was given a very special task today.

"Buzz"

The portal in Stormwind City's mage quarter was shining, and Turalyon, dressed in military uniform, strode into this magical hall.

He was carrying the Great Royal Sword, which he cherished as much as life. This weapon was given to him by Marshal Lothar before his duel with Orgrim Doomhammer.

For the great knight who values ​​his oath, wearing this weapon means that he is ready for war.

The person who greeted him in front of the portal was Bolvar Fordragon, the Grand Duke of Stormwind City. When he saw the Grand Duke Fordragon, Turalyon's expression suddenly became solemn.

Being able to have this powerful Grand Duke come to greet him proves that this time things are really serious.

"Follow me, Turalyon. His Majesty Varian and the Pope are waiting for you."

The Grand Duke waved his hand and led Turalyon out of the teleportation hall. They went down the spiral steps of the Mage Tower. On the ground, there were already royal attendants preparing horses for the two of them.

On the way to Stormwind Fortress, the Grand Duke suddenly asked in a low voice:

"I heard that there was a conflict between you and Ms. Alleria? What happened? Weren't we fine before?"

"Uh, nothing."

Turalyon didn't want to discuss this issue, but after a few seconds, he couldn't help but whisper to his older paladin colleague:

"I just feel that my relationship with her should take the next step. Holy Light, I have given her everything except my faith. I hope to form a more formal relationship with her.

Obviously this request has received the blessing of His Majesty the Sun King, and Ms. Lilesa also acquiesced to my union with her, but she was still unwilling to give me a promise.

Although I am patient, I am also anxious. "

"Huh? Proposing to someone again?"

The Grand Duke, who had rich experience in life, knew what was going on as soon as he heard Turalyon's complaints. He rode on his horse, stroking his beard and said:

"How many times is this? Is it really like the rumors say that you have proposed four times?"

"Don't listen to the gossip."

Turalyon retorted, then sighed and said:

"This is the eighth time. Eight consecutive rejections even made me question her attitude towards this relationship. Is it really like what some vicious elves said?

Am I just her plaything? "

"You may have experienced a lot, but your mentality is just that of a real young man. You say you are patient, but it seems to me that you lack patience."

The Grand Duke shook his head and said:

"If you identify with a relationship, you should have faith in her. There may be other reasons for her rejection, not what you think.

It's hard to guess a woman's mind.

You should be more determined, after all, persistence is the virtue of the Paladin.

Maybe it would be better for you to leave for a short period of time, just like the mission you are going to take on this time. It requires you to temporarily put down your personal emotions. This is related to the will of the Holy Light, I mean Didi Didi."

Before the Grand Duke finished his persuasion, a special exquisite dwarf timer hanging on his wrist began to buzz, causing Duke Fordagon's expression to change.

He turned to Turalyon and said:

"Stormwind Fortress is just ahead. You should be familiar with this place, so I won't take you there."

"What happened?"

Turalyon saw the Grand Duke's serious face and thought something serious had happened, so he asked:

"Do you need my help?"

"You, a young man who has been single for many years, cannot help with this matter. Even if you can fight dozens of greenskins on the battlefield, your ability is not enough to help me complete what I want to do next.

It's too difficult. "

Bolvar sighed, and in his farewell he whispered:

"Don't worry, I'm just joking. I'm not going to duel with anyone. I'm just going to prepare food for my daughter and change her diaper. Although there is a nanny to help, I think this kind of thing still needs to be done by the father himself. I owe her Too much with her mother.

What's your expression? "

The Grand Duke saw Turalyon's strange expression. He snorted, took out a delicate crystal milk bottle from his horse pocket where he originally kept his weapon, tossed it in his hand, and said:

"When you have a child, you will know how difficult this job is, but you have to take down Ms. Alleria first. Haha, this job is not easy.

Go ahead, don't keep His Majesty Varian and His Holiness the Pope waiting for you. "

After speaking, the Grand Duke pulled up the reins, turned the horse's head, and rushed towards his residence.

Watching the happy-faced Grand Duke Bolvar leave, Turalyon touched his cheek numbly, and his mouth was full of the sweet taste of dog food.

No wonder the always serious Bolvar Fordragon would take the initiative to chat with him about emotional issues. After a long time of fussing, it turned out that the Grand Duke was not comforting him, but showing off his happiness.

Ah, the sweetness of this damn middle-aged man is so abominable.

After eating enough dog food, Lord Turalyon shook his head and walked into the Storm Fortress. He adjusted his mood and quickly entered the king's hall. He found His Majesty Varian Wrynn sitting on the throne and the wizard sitting next to him. Pope Austria is approaching a strange guy.

The guy had a burly build, blue skin, recurved hooves, horns on his head, and octopus-like tentacles on his chin. Although he looked weird, he had a gentle temperament surrounded by holy light all over his body.

This is a draenei!

Turalyon recognized this legendary race at a glance.

Although he has never been to Draenor, it is said that he received strong support from these extraterrestrial races when Old Fording went to that world of death last time to bring back light-forged knowledge for the Pope.

And because the old pope was restored to this sacred knowledge and became a "living saint" of human civilization, the Holy Light Church owes them a huge favor.

"Turalyon, you are here, come here, and I will introduce you to our fellow traveler of faith among the stars."

The Pope smiled and waved, and said to the Grand Knight:

"This is the Draenei priest, Lord Aman the Wise One. He brought a group of Draenei civilians into our world the day before yesterday, and His Majesty Varian arranged a place for them to live.

Perhaps in the near future, a Draenei country will appear on the land of the Eastern Kingdom. "

"The Holy Light is happy to see this development, and our common beliefs make us and the Draenei natural allies."

Turayan offered a few words of praise.

He bowed to the draenei priest, who returned the courtesy of a paladin.

However, this Draenei is not the focus of today's discussion. After Turalyon sat down, the young His Majesty Varian looked at each other and the Pope, and he said:

"Grand Knight, His Excellency Black Shaw sent a letter to me and His Holiness the Pope. He introduced the current situation in Draenor, which is exactly the same as the predicament described by His Excellency Aman.

Your Majesty and I both firmly believe that the fates of Draenor and Azeroth are linked because of the demonic threat. After discussion, we decided to send a legion to that world to help the Draenei resist the demonic invasion.

while helping them evacuate their isolated civilian population.

If possible, I would prefer that the battlefield of this demon war takes place in Draenor instead of Azeroth.

We need a credible person who is full of courage and familiar with war to lead this legion and go to that world on behalf of the Church of Holy Light and the Kingdom of Stormwind.

The Archduke of Beauval was supposed to shoulder this duty, but his situation"

"Needless to say, Your Majesty and Your Majesty, I am duty-bound!"

Turalyon stood up and said in a deep voice:

"I can go at any time! Marshal Lothar also firmly believes in the threat of demons. As his former adjutant, I will replace the marshal and become a vigilant disaster watcher!

This is my glory!

But, where is the army I want to command? The Legion of Stormwind Kingdom should still be slaying the trolls in Stranglethorn Valley. Do they need to call on the Kingdom's coalition forces? "

"well."

Fao sighed and said:

"The countries in the northern Xinjiang have their own affairs. They only sent war observers and small groups of troops symbolically. They obviously care more about the authority of the kingdom than the predicted threats.

Fortunately, there is a legion full of courage and glory that is ready, and they can set off under your leadership at any time. "

Varian also stood up and handed a letter of appointment to Turalyon with his own hands. Turalyon's eyes widened when he opened it and he exclaimed:

"Iron Horse Brotherhood? Haven't they already disbanded?"

"We should be grateful that this group of loyal veterans still adhere to their mission. Their initiative to fight has prevented the kingdom from being stretched."

Varian sighed and whispered:

"The formation of the Brotherhood of the Iron Horse was restored yesterday, and the first batch of vanguard troops is ready. They are waiting for your commander in Redridge Mountain. Along with you are the two archmages of Dalaran.

It is said that they were also warned by the world of Draenor.

They can use magic to teleport you to Nethergarde Keep and from there into the Dark Portal.

Be careful all the way, great knight! "

“Although we Draenei garrison officers are small in number, we are willing to return to Draenor with the brave human legions, take back our people and fight the demons to the end!

You will also need guides, and the rangers commanded by our Archbishop Nellie can fulfill this role. "

As the envoy of the Draenei, the wise Aman also expressed the attitude of the Draenei on the spot.

Turalyon was a commander with a very strong execution ability. He took some time to write a letter and asked the secret agents of MI7 to send it to Quel'Thalas, and then immediately took a gryphon to the Redridge Mountains.

However, when passing through the Dusk Forest, Turalyon unexpectedly encountered a group of night elf druids flying out of the natural gate of the Dusk Forest.

After a brief exchange, they learned that this "Cenario Expedition" was also going to Draenor, and the Grand Knight warmly invited them to accompany them. As a result, I flew to Redridge Mountains and saw some Quel'dorei elves among the entourage of the archmages of Dalaran.

After asking, I found out that these Quel'dorei elves were also going to Draenor.

This raised a big question mark in Turalyon's heart. How many people did the great pirate Black summon to go to that world? What is he going to do there? ——

"Hey, Hellfire Fortress is still fully armed no matter how hard you pull your hips. You just bring this few people there?"

Under the huge stairs of the Dark Portal in Hellfire Peninsula, at the starting point of what the orcs call the "Road of Glory", Black rode on a death horse and watched Lord Ravencrest lead nearly a hundred people to death. The knight vanguard prepares to attack.

The pirate then said in a long voice:

"How about waiting? Wait until all the Black Crow Chapter comes over before attacking?"

"No need."

The great lord riding on the saddle of the Death Night Saber is holding the magic sword Apocalypse.

He looked at the straight road leading directly to Hellfire Citadel in front of him, and looked at the Draenei skeletons scattered on the ground. Those bones were scattered almost everywhere on this road.

Ravencrest let out a deep laugh, put on his black raven war helmet, and said in the hoarse voice of a death knight:

"Perhaps I should be grateful to the orcs for their massacre of the world. They cleansed the world of innocents, but they also planted the 'seeds' for the following war.

My dear Blake, as I said just now, I hear the wails of the dead, who are longing for a war of revenge.

I must respond to this expectation.

Tonight is not a war for the Crow Knight or you. Tonight's war stage does not belong to us. "

Ravencrest lowered the magic sword, and at the moment it was close to the ground, the burgeoning death aura poured into this road of "glory" filled with the blood and tears of the Draenei.

Under the wide-eyed gaze of Sirdan behind Black, the innocent skeletons around them that were filled as roadbed and buried under the earth seemed to be given a second life.

The ground is cracking.

It was like countless ghost claws clawing at the ground. Amidst the horrifying sounds, broken and twisted skeletons tore open the ground, and crawled out of the ground with shaking bodies still stained with soil.

As long as there is a place where bones are embedded, it is a battlefield where death flourishes.

In less than ten seconds, the death knights of nearly a hundred people had three times the number of skeleton servants. As Ravencase and his death knights walked forward, every hundred meters, the army of skeletons following them followed. It will expand several times.

The number of Draenei slaves the orcs killed in order to build the Dark Portal and Hellfire Citadel is already an astronomical number.

But now, the killings he had committed turned into real revengeful deaths, gathering into a cold and cold revengeful army in front of the dark apprentice Cirdan who was trembling with excitement.

Hundreds of thousands of the dead will wake up today, and they have only one purpose.

revenge!