Shadow Trails in Azeroth

As soon as the death knights, the vanguard of the ground war in Shadowmoon Valley, broke into the valley near Gul'dan's Hand, the war situation reversed in an instant.

To sum up, with a bang, the legion of demons made their debut!

This time they did not choose the magic portal tactic they were best at, but brought the legion's black technology to the table. Lord Ravencrest, who was leading the charge of the death knights, raised his head in the howling wind of evil energy.

The four legion battleships that came into view were entering the material world bit by bit from the "split" sky.

Each of them is ten kilometers long. The hull, which is completely forged from magic steel, presents a strange elongated trapezoid. From below, you can clearly see that the propeller of this behemoth looks like a burning dark green sun.

A total of twelve green suns shine brightly in the sky, seeming to announce in this way that the prey has entered the net and the hunter is on the scene!

"Damn, I knew it."

The great lord shook his head and pushed his black helmet behind him. There were not many complex expressions on his cold face, as if he was not the one who stepped into the trap.

The Black Crow Knights behind him also quickly calmed down after a brief period of shock, and each went about their business step by step.

The battleships of the Burning Legion are very cool and impressive, and their surprise appearance is also very handsome and intimidating, but so what?

They had seen a scene a hundred times more desperate than the one before them ten thousand years ago.

When the Burning Legion attacked Black Crow Castle ten thousand years ago, the landing ship transporting elite demons was destroyed by the Moon Guards under his command!

Compared with the grand scene of the ancient war in the memory of the great lord, they were just four demon spaceships.

It's trivial.

"Keep charging!"

The high lord rode on his heroic hippogryph, skimming the ground from low altitude, and shouted to the death knights below:

"Let the cannon fodder troops fill in! Capture Gul'dan's hand as quickly as possible! If they are frightened, they will be executed on the spot! Sarain is preparing for a large-scale transformation of death aura!

I want to see my legions before the demons land on the ground! "

So, the death knights didn't even waste a minute and began to advance.

They are warriors who return from the dead to fight an eternal war against an eternal enemy like the devil. They may have been born to be surrounded by demons, but what about that?

They have died once, and there is nothing in this world worth fearing.

However, after all, there is only one death knight, and not all troops have experienced real big scenes like them, so they remain calm in the face of danger.

In fact, the moment the devil's four huge warships appeared, the originally smooth progress of the war was completely disrupted.

The fighting centaurs had stopped in fear, and the stupider wild boars were also frightened and fled in all directions.

The Kor'kron Guards of the Orcs could barely maintain their strength, but the black technology displayed by the demons and the legion battleships suspended like mountains above their heads still made the Orc warriors fearful.

Even the Quel'dorei spellcasters, commanded by Kael'thas himself, stared at the sky in shock.

As a magical civilization, they have never had an accurate concept of the power of the Burning Legion. After coming to Draenor and seeing the Draenei spaceship, they already thought it was cool and mysterious.

But now, the interstellar power brought out by the legion made them feel chilled.

If it were a demon using magic, they might not be afraid, but this thing in front of them is obviously beyond the scope of "magic", right?

"Ha ha ha ha"

Deep laughter sounded from the command room of the first demon warship to fully enter the material world. Ai Rui wore dark green demon chain armor and had magic steel spikes on his shoulders piercing the skulls of several different races as decoration. The hunter admired the panicked postures of the ignorant mortals below from the fel projection.

Every time he sees the same fear and despair in a different world, it makes him feel extremely satisfied.

As an Astral Stalker, nothing can compare to the unholy joy of seeing his prey step into a trap, but soon the fleet commander turned his attention away from the panicking mortal legions.

Its burning eyes saw the Exodar hovering above Shadowmoon Valley. The Naaru ship, dotted with gems and seemingly made of crystal, was its real target.

Today's big scene is all prepared for an "old friend".

"Start preparing the portal immediately to welcome the arrival of the fraudsters. Also, prepare for the bombardment!"

The eredar demon hunter coldly raised his hand decorated with sharp claws and said to a group of eredar servants behind him:

"Say hello to our 'prophet'! They have been on the run for twenty-five thousand years, and I have been longing to see their glass boat collapse.

It's sure to make a sweet sound. "

"As you command, Lord Talgas!"

The eredar immediately carried out the order, and the two main guns of the first demon warship to enter the world of Draenor began to charge. The dazzling beam of evil energy completely blocked the pale sun in the sky at this moment, attracting everyone's attention. They all gathered on that beam of light.

Standing on the observation deck of the Exodar, Blake was almost facing the direction of the demon's main cannon above, but the stinky pirate showed no panic at all. It was just a small scene.

He glanced back at the prophet behind him.

Viren gripped the Redeemer Staff tightly, leaning his weapon on the ground, and was preparing to release a large-scale defensive magic. The summoned holy light condensed into substance on his body, and the dancing golden light stream was so dazzling that it made him dazzle. Blake wanted to cover her eyes.

This prophet.

Do you want to use the magic of the Holy Light to fight against the main gun salvoes of the demon battleships?

Tsk tsk, look at his methods, he is worthy of being the most powerful divine choice among the stars among the Holy Light. This kind of confidence to take the main gun with his face is worth learning from Black.

"Since we have to defend, why not play bigger?"

Black took off his pipe. The main guns of the demon warship behind him were already extremely hot, and the howling wind of evil energy blew the pirate's long golden hair flying in all directions.

He looked at Viren and said:

"Can we use the Exodar as the center of the circle to create an area for the coalition forces to avoid? According to the demons' landing tactics, once all four ships come over, there will definitely be a wave of evil barrage to clear the ground.

Without protection, at least two-thirds of the troops we have worked so hard to assemble will be wiped out in one encounter. "

"I need Naaru's support!"

Viren didn't say yes or no, but gave a straightforward answer.

It means that he can achieve the scene that Black wants to see. He can single-handedly protect an army under the bombardment of demons. Is this the confidence of a top priest?

Love it, love it.

"Adal wants to forge the World Ring, and I don't want to stop it."

Blake waved his hand and said:

"I heard that in addition to the Atama Crystal, the world of Argus also has an ancient artifact called the 'Crown of the Ruler'. That thing is a racial artifact created by gathering the power of the world when the Eredar civilization was at its peak.

Not only can it enhance the power of the caster, but it can also be used as a strategic weapon? But when the world of Argus fell, the Crown of the Archon was shattered, and you had the Eye of the Prophet in your hand, right? "

"What are you talking about now?"

Viren was busy casting spells, and saw that the demon's main cannon was about to fire.

Although he had a gentle temper, he really didn't have time to chat with Black. He was about to concentrate all his attention on holding up the barrier when he saw the pirate in front of him take something out of his arms and bump it up and down in his hand. Dian.

Viren's eyes suddenly widened.

That sharp-edged purple crystal, that's not

"The part of the Crown of Governors that belongs to Archimonde, you call it the 'Mark of Enlightenment'!"

Black threw the purple crystal in his hand towards Velen. When it got close to the prophet, it immediately resonated strangely with a white gemstone jewelry on his body.

Two crystals of different shapes were suspended next to the prophet, one on the left and one on the right. They blended with Velen's own strong holy light power, causing Velen's already exaggerated magical power to more than double in an instant.

A few seconds later, with the roar of two main cannons that seemed to tear apart the world and the impact of magic energy erupted, with the Exodar hanging in the low altitude as the center of the circle, a super giant holy light knot covering a range of at least three thousand yards. The world was opened by Viren with his own strength as the hymn reverberated.

There was a loud "boom".

The gathered evil energy and the blooming holy light collided together, and the surging energy flow instantly tore apart the already corroded earth of Shadowmoon Valley.

Prince Kael'thas and the two archmages of Dalaran, who were protected by the Holy Light, looked around in shock. A terrifying rift was created in an instant, and even shattered the surrounding rolling hills in the area where they were. Turned into an "isolated island" outside of evil energy.

"It's great that the draenei owe me another favor."

Blake admired the masterpiece in front of him with satisfaction.

He seemed to have heard the angry roar of the demon commander, which made the pirate feel happy. He looked back at the prophet Velen standing in the light, who seemed to be made of holy light. He raised a finger and said:

"Remember to return the favor, Your Excellency the Prophet. Also, I wish you a happy day."

Leaving behind an unclear blessing, under Velen's gaze, Black stretched out his hand to place the Moon God War Helmet on his head, moved his arms to summon his lovely sword girls to guard him, and then took out his two swords. The useless pirate knife jumped to the ground in a leap of faith from the observation deck of the Exodar in a light run-up, against the backdrop of the light of the evil sky.

The strong wind was howling, the anxious war was roaring, and the whole world seemed to have lost its gentle disguise in an instant and turned into a furious shrew.

The pirate liked this feeling, it gave him long-term satisfaction in his chaotic heart.

Standing dozens of meters above the ground, the falling Black could even clearly see Kael'thas below, who was preparing to release a slow-fall spell on him.

Hey, boring handsome elf.

Do I still need that kind of cowardly thing?

"Wow"

In the entanglement of flames and shadows, a pair of huge wings belonging to the Doom Guard Overlord spread out behind Blake.

The strong wind brought up by the first flapping of wings hit the ground, but the pirate did not choose to fall slowly. Instead, like Illidan's cool appearance, he folded his wings and hit the ground for a moment, and then spread his wings again.

In the shadow cast by the inner demon's finally grown wings, the pirate stretched his neck and stood up.

It was touching and nostalgic to have the ability to fly again, but the color of the wings was jet black, not his favorite blue, which was somewhat disappointing.

But it’s time now, so I won’t complain about this shortcoming.

"Wow"

A light wind emerged next to Blake, who appeared domineeringly. After the wind dance stripped away the breath, the idiot Finna, who had not seen him for a long time, appeared wearing the Kul Tiran fleet commander's armor and carrying the Ashbringer on his back.

The red crystal inlaid on her shoulder has activated its power. The moment she appeared, the nearly collapsed morale of everyone around her was filled again.

"Why are you summoning me now? I've polished my weapon three times and I'm impatient to wait!"

Idiot Fenna complained to her bratty brother unhappily. She looked at the battlefield in front of her again, and her eyes were immediately attracted by the demon battleship and the demons rushing out from the Karabor Temple in the distance.

As a standard brave warrior, Fenner suddenly became full of fighting spirit.

"boom"

She dropped what she was holding in her arms at the feet of her stinky brother, then pulled out the Ashbringer that started to shine, and asked:

"Tell me, where am I going? How many people are I going to kill?"

"Go to the orcs."

Blake patted the idiot sister on the shoulder and said:

"Use your angry heart to inspire their morale, lead them into the hands of Gul'dan, and help them complete the unsealing of the elements. Oh, by the way, this thing is for you."

The pirate took out a "tuning fork sword" from his bag that was very similar to the elemental sacred blade held by the djinn before, put it into Fenna's hand, and said:

"This is your reward for this trip. You will become the first warrior in Azeroth to possess the Elemental Blade. This is my birthday gift to you."

"Wow, you actually remembered that my birthday is coming up? I'm so touched."

Fenner laughed, took the strange-looking weapon and carried it behind her back. Without saying anything, she turned to Kael'thas and nodded, then rushed towards the orcs with a heroic leap.

The pirate raised his foot and kicked the lock of the box at his feet. The magic lock, known as the Triple Mystery Lock, which could not be opened without a key, shattered.

The moment the box was opened, the dark heart of Y'Shaarj hidden inside began to beat.

"Hey, get up and start working."

The pirate called.

Colorful smoke burst out from his body, and the ancient venerable His Majesty Xalatath, who was in a bad mood, skillfully placed the beating heart of darkness back into the body shaped by his own smoke.

She didn't even bother to speak. The moment she regained her heart, she opened her hands.

At this moment, all the beings on the battlefield felt a pair of rough hands hammering into their hearts with rough techniques, removing all the despair, doubt and fear in their hearts in the same way as rough kneading dough. , and then pour anger, hatred and rage into their undefended souls.

The demons want to use the fear brought by brutal force to defeat the mortal war. This is their tried and tested war route.

But unfortunately, in today's Shadowmoon Valley, this tactic is ineffective.

Because Blake doesn't allow it!

So the frightened sheep turned into lions again.

The battlefield that was in chaos just now suddenly returned to a state of high fighting spirit.

The stubborn fate that was not good at all and tried to get back on track was slapped hard, and it could only cry aggrievedly and continue to move forward according to the "script" arranged for it by the "Black Prophet".

"What are you looking at?"

Blake raised his head and looked at the stunned elves, humans and orcs in front of him.

He said angrily:

"Is there anything wrong with my handsome face? Keep fighting, you bastards! Seeing your stupid expressions really makes me despair. Come on, come on, stick your head over here, and I'll put you in better shape."

On the other side, after seeing that the battlefield situation was completely out of control, the demon commander Talgas was furious. How dare these mortals not collapse and dare to charge against the invincible legion?

This is no longer an ordinary mortal!

Must hit hard!

"Rakish! Butcher of the Legion, take your troops to escort Frostmourne to the Temple of Karabor!"

Talgas roared:

"I have lost my patience. All these mortals will die today!"

A few minutes later, in the huge portal projected by the battleship in front of the Karabor Temple, a huge crimson magic mecha came to the earth with a clanging sound like a giant.

In its cockpit sat an eredar whose face was covered in scars and fel herpes.

In the shadow behind the destruction machine built by the demons, a group of demons carefully guarded the huge box and rushed into the temple.

In front of and behind them, hundreds of huge evil energy portals rotated and opened at the same time, and tens of thousands of demons of all colors were driven by the destruction and evil in their hearts to enter the battlefield of mortals.

The legion warships overhead unleashed an indiscriminate barrage of evil energy on the ground, and in the anxiety of destruction, the Chaos from the Twisting Nether couldn't wait to start a killing spree.

The main gun bombardment and holy light shield just now were just "appetizers" for the "mutual tribute" between the demigods on both sides.

Until now, the Legion's war has just begun.

These ignorant "countrymen" from Azeroth will have to witness the war between demons today. I hope this will help them learn some real skills so that they will not be pressed to the ground and rubbed by demons during the decisive battle in their own world.

Of course, the prerequisite for learning is that they must survive first

This is quite difficult.