Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Ha ha ha ha"

Velen, the chosen prophet of the Holy Light, was forced back by a group of weak undead. He could only watch helplessly as the brutal magic mecha in front of him attacked the injured Naru'adal.

This desperate scene was reflected in the distant world through evil magic. The laughing Kil'jaeden the Deceiver stood up from the burning Throne of Fire, his shadow twisted and his smile arrogant.

It's like tasting the sweetest fruit.

It admired the prophet surrounded by undead.

It admires the cruel backstabs and vengeful blades delivered by the betrayed dead to those they love most.

It admired the pain on Velen's face and the desperation in his eyes.

This is what it has been waiting for twenty-five thousand years to see, and this is just a sweet appetizer for revenge against the coward who betrayed his brother.

The prophet will go to hell today!

As his former brother, Kil'jaeden would personally pull him out of Hell and help him become the Demon King, just like the two of them once joined forces to rule Argus and lead the eredar civilization forward with wisdom and strength. of intimacy.

Archimonde, what the hell is that? Is it worthy of sharing the power of the legion with itself?

hehe.

Only Viren!

Only he is qualified to stand with himself.

"Come, Velen, my evil brother."

The Deceiver strode off the throne, its huge ferocious wings opening and closing, and it moved its claws, already impatient to see the revenge it had suppressed for twenty-five thousand years released.

"Accept your judgment, accept your fate."

Kil'jaeden whispered.

At this time, the great demon's aura was emitted, making the other demons in the Temple of Argus tremble.

In front of the deceiver, Her Excellency Hasabel, the eredar doomsday Valkyrie who is responsible for the portal between stars, is nervously connecting the star spaces.

She wanted to open a portal for His Majesty the Great Demon that would allow Kil'jaeden to travel to Draenor. That small world did not have the magical magic well in Azeroth to power it, so the energy for this portal could only be supplied by Agu. This is a unilateral supply.

This has put a lot of pressure on this broken world that has been infiltrated by evil energy. In order to open this portal, the Burning Legion's portal to other star fields even had to be temporarily closed.

This was an obvious act of disobedience to interfere with the Burning Crusade, but the Deceiver took the risk anyway.

Lord Aggramar, the fallen titan who is in charge of Argus, seems to have acquiesced in this matter.

It seems that even Lord Aggramar, who has always been cold and cruel, knows that until Kil'jaeden's revenge is completed, he will not be able to devote himself wholeheartedly to the Burning Legion.

And if Velen, the outstanding prophet among mortals, can really fall today and become the new demon king of the legion, then this event will not be a bad thing for the destruction and conquest of Lord Sargeras.

"how much longer?"

The fraudster asked coldly.

The army of top demons behind it, known as the "Hand of Kil'jaeden", were also impatient. Faced with such questioning and oppression, the wings of the portal guardian Hasabel were trembling.

She answered carefully:

"It might take another hour."

"I'll only give you twenty minutes."

The fraudster dropped a sentence with an attitude that could not be refused, which made the portal guardian even more helpless.

To open a portal across the stars in such a short time will inevitably draw more power from the Heart of Argus, which will weaken the painful star souls of this world that have fallen.

This is completely against the interests of the Legion.

But the problem is that she can't afford to offend the big devil, and she doesn't have the courage to go to Lord Aggramar to complain.

The next moment, the Lord of Doom Valkyrie gritted her teeth and increased the intensity of extracting evil energy from the underground of Argus. At this moment, the entire broken Draenei home planet was wailing.

The already shattered earth started a new round of large-scale earthquakes. Evil energy magma erupted from the mantle layer that had been out of control, causing a doomsday scene to reappear in the world.

Although Argus had already experienced ecological destruction more than 20,000 years ago, this disaster has continued to this day.

In this desperate land called Antoran Wasteland, in a hidden valley with cracks, Illidan Stormrage, disguised as a Dreadlord, raised his head, completely covering himself with a large native hood. .

His blind eyes could not see the world in front of him.

But with his keen sense of the flow of evil energy, Brother Dan easily noticed that the evil energy under his feet was being rapidly extracted into the Demon Temple on the top of the mountain in the distance.

He knew that this was the opportunity he had been waiting for.

"I have told you everything. On the other side of the portal, your ancient people are still fighting. There are also warriors from my hometown fighting with the demons.

It was a war from which I had been absent for a long time, and to which I now returned with a glorious victory. "

Illidan moved his neck. He turned around and said to a group of Broken Ones hiding in the shadows behind him in his signature hoarse and deep evil voice:

"Krokul, this is your last chance to make a choice!

Either join me in resisting the devil and join this eternal war; or go back to the Great Rift Valley of Krokuun, find the deepest cave to bury yourself, and wait for the end of the war shivering.

I leave the choice to you.

A very annoying but wise friend of mine told me that only your own choices are enough to make you risk your life. "

"Mighty master, please continue to lead us!"

Hatton, the Croku chief of Argus, was riding on his fighting Tabu sheep. Its rickety body was trying to stretch at this moment. It said loudly:

"In the few months since you came to this world, you have led us to achieve brilliant victories that have eluded us in the past twenty thousand years. We are unwilling to succumb to the destroyers, and we hate them for destroying our world.

Now, it's time to release this hatred and anger.

We are the last sons of Argus. If our world has no hope, we will fight and take revenge on behalf of the world! This is our destiny."

"very good!"

A bewildered smile appeared on Illidan's face, which was distorted by swallowing too much evil energy. He pointed to the Burning Throne of Antorus in the distance and said in a deep voice:

"But I don't need your blood to win victory. Krokus, activate your power blessed by this earth. We will walk under the earth and sneak into the temple.

I promise you a glorious victory, and you will see it with your own eyes.

Now!

Let's go!

In the hearts of demons, give their filthy souls a fatal blow! "

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"Don't just hide! Use the holy light to imprison them!"

In the center of the city ruins of Karabor Temple, Black, who flew over on the sky, jumped into the ground in the killing place where the undead were raging. When he landed, he rolled and stood on the edge of the fallen Exodar spacecraft.

He shouted at the top of his lungs towards old Viren who was being attacked by a group of undead in front of him.

Perhaps it was the guilt in his heart that prevented Velen, the famous good old man from the stars, from attacking these awakened undead. He obviously had the power to burn them instantly, but he only held up the barrier of holy light and struggled to attack Adar in the sea of ​​undead. Move forward where you are.

It wasn't until Blake's reminder that the prophet thought of another solution.

The Seal of the Draenei Leader on his forehead shone brightly, and with the prophet's scolding, the thick holy light turned into a waterfall halo and shot out in all directions.

Any undead that come into contact with the aura will be trapped in place by the chains of concentrated light.

The prophet deliberately reduced the destructive power of this large-scale confinement spell, so that the imprisoned undead only lost the ability to move but were not harmed by the burning of the holy light.

The road to Adal was open. Velen held his staff and rushed there with disheveled hair. He could not allow the Naaru, who had been rescued by the Draenei from the world of Argus, to die before his eyes.

This scene also made the pirate shake his head.

Come on, this prophet is really kind to his core. Isn't he even willing to be cruel when facing the undead of his tribe?

"Blake! Quick! Come here!"

Just when the stinky pirate was about to find a better place to eat and watch a show, the anxious call from inside the fallen Exodar made him frown.

Blake's figure disappeared, and the next second he appeared in the ruins of a pile of collapsed gems, grabbing Garona's hand, which was suppressed, and pulled the assassin out of the ruins, and then backhanded Card, who was knocked unconscious by the falling object. Ga dragged out.

This guy is a true lover!

When the spaceship crashed, he used all his magic power to protect his orc girlfriend, but as a result, he was hit with blood all over his head.

"Ring! Find the ring quickly!"

The embarrassed Garona half-knelt beside her boyfriend, giving Khadgar emergency treatment, then turned to Black and shouted:

"When it fell, the ring that had just been forged was taken away. I saw a damn eredar demon snatching away the mold. It must have been the fear lord hiding among the draenei who passed the message to the legion.

The weapons we built to fight against the demons were snatched away by them! "

"Calm down, I was already on guard against them. That despicable devil only took away the mold, and the real ring never left."

Blake was in no rush.

As Garona watched, the pirate threw an old Garni statue on the fallen ruins in front of him. This thing could also be regarded as a large garbage dump.

In the mist, old Garni appeared jumping with a red headband and strange boots, and a tattered high-level devil's eyeball hanging next to him.

It looked around furtively, then waved its flexible tail and beat Blake hard, and yelled:

"You bastard, next time you ask me to help you hide a treasure, I will bite your ass! Give it to me! Take this smelly treasure away quickly, it stinks to me!"

As Old Garni yelled and cursed, the four rings shining with different lights were thrown away like rubbish. Uh, no, Old Garni would not throw away rubbish so rudely.

In short, the four forged world rings were thrown on the ground in front of Blake.

The pirate shrugged, picked up the ring dotted with perfect rubies from the ground, and put it on his left thumb, just like wearing a ring.

He admired the new artifact in hand, then turned to Garona and the weak Khadgar who had just opened his eyes and was groaning in pain in the arms of the female orc:

"You two, hurry up and give the remaining rings to those who need them. Once Ner'zhul's ritual is over, you will have to rely on this thing to make a comeback.

I know you are tired now, but go! "

Under the pirate's scolding, Khadgar ignored the blood on his head. He picked up two rings, nibbled them on Garona's mouth, and said breathlessly:

"I'll give the orcs and elves the rings."

"I'll go find Maraad and give him the draenei ring."

Garona held the last ring and looked at the sky. She said worriedly:

"Uncle went to chase the devil who stole the mold alone."

"Yes, yes, if you are still wasting time here, your uncle may die on the devil's battleship. In fact, this is good, at least you don't have to endure his cynicism towards you anymore."

The pirate spoke in a long voice, and received a big eye roll from Garona. The orc assassin supported her weak husband and disappeared in the light of the teleportation spell.

The last bystanders also left, finally allowing Blake to enjoy the destined scene that would happen next.

He rushed to the top of the gem ship as quickly as a monkey, and saw Viren roaring and calling for the power of the Holy Light to bombard the blood-red magic mecha that kept beating Naaru's body.

That thing looks like it’s specially made!

It was more than 20 meters tall, and was equipped with a fel flamethrower specially used to attack Naaru's form. The eredar demon driving the demon robot viciously dragged Naaru into the almost irreversible fel energy pollution. inside.

Not only does it want to tear apart this annoying Naaru in front of Velen, but it also wants Velen to watch with his own eyes the purest Naaru being contaminated and corrupted by evil energy.

Because the last step of forging the ring requires communication with the Heart of Draenor World, Adal, who promoted this process, is now very weak and unable to resist the beating of the Fel Mecha and the pollution of high-concentration Fel Energy.

And the painful screams it made every time it was attacked seemed to make the Eredar demon driving the stupid bipedal robot more and more excited, and its actions became more and more rough.

Um.

If the identities of the three parties are not taken into consideration, this scene will look like a classic NTR plot.

"Shua"

The flaming fire eagle descended from the sky and landed next to Black who was holding the wine bottle. Hisali Black Crow anxiously shouted:

"Why are you still drinking here? Don't even look at what's happening now! Go to the Hand of Gul'dan to help! The Black Crow Knights' battle front collapsed. The undead they controlled rebelled and attacked together with the demons, causing us heavy casualties.

Ner'zhul's Elemental Awakening has reached its final moments

Don’t fall short! "

"What are you in a hurry for?"

Black glared at Black Crow, reached out and grabbed her wrist and forced her to sit next to him. The Archdruid was forced by the smelly pirate to stuff a pack of Pandaren's fried melon seeds into his hand.

He said:

"I'll go after watching this. Don't worry, the exciting scene will come soon. I came all the way to Delano just to watch this.

You should also be honest with me and watch it with me here.

Nothing will happen to the Hand of Gul'dan. You haven't understood yet. You are so stupid. The key to deciding this battle is not the elements, or even the demons. "

The pirate pointed to the chaotic Karabo Temple ahead and said:

"It's here! It's just ahead! All the elements are in place, now it's just the last step."