Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The Hand of Gul'dan has become the absolute center of the battlefield in Shadowmoon Valley.

After seeing the orcs lift the elemental seal of Draenor despite huge casualties, and finding an elemental prince from Azeroth to help out from nowhere, the demons' offensive suddenly became more violent.

They also seem to know that once the anti-magic coalition is allowed to reactivate the elements of this world, the Legion will lose all advantages in this world.

Victory will be farther and farther away from them.

This is intolerable to the demons. The Burning Legion has been traversing the stars for so long. Apart from Azeroth, when has it ever suffered such injustice?

Under the scolding of demon commanders everywhere, more portals were set up, and demons from all over Draenor were summoned to enter Shadowmoon Valley.

They want to use their best strength in numerical warfare to completely overwhelm the battlefield in front of them, which is already in danger for the anti-demon coalition.

But the actions of the demons did not go smoothly, because outside Shadowmoon Valley, the black dragons who always hide their heads and tails actually went out in large numbers and began to block the demons from teleporting everywhere.

Are these black dragons crazy?

Why do they, the destroyers, throw their lives and blood for this damn world?

I really saw a ghost today!

"This is not the way to go."

Prince Kael'thas held the Flame Strike and threw out the scorching magic, just like setting off a big firework, knocking away the magic bats flying in the sky.

The Quel'dorei spellcasters commanded by him formed a position to ensure the safety of the battlefield airspace, and at the same time continuously guided meteorites to fall in a large area to fight against the endless sea of ​​demons around them.

With the aura of wisdom amplified by Kael'thas holding the Ring of the All-Seeing, the magical power of the Quel'dorei casters was greatly enhanced, allowing them to create extremely exaggerated results with only a handful of people.

But for a wise man like Kael'thas, he can clearly see that these small victories cannot shake the overall situation on the battlefield.

The demons' numerical superiority is terrifying!

If this drags on, the anti-demon coalition will undoubtedly lose, even if the orcs successfully release the elements of the world. As an accomplished spellcaster, Kael'thas also researched the elemental field.

He knew very well that with the power of the elemental spirits that had just been released from the long-term seal, there was no way to help the anti-demon coalition fight against an entire world of demons.

"A way to break the situation."

The Elf Prince scanned the battlefield left and right.

His brain was working as hard as he could, looking for the faint possibility of defeating the demon.

He quickly noticed a "weird" aspect of the demons' all-round attack, which was in the direction of the battlefield near the Karabor Temple. The number of demons there was particularly small.

But it's not because the demons don't want to attack from that direction, but because that place is already the world of the undead.

The number of local undead that was continuously awakened by the magic sword Frostmourne placed in the Karabor Temple has reached an alarming level.

Two-thirds of the centaur and quilboar warriors hired by Chief Red for this battle have been injured, and the corpses of all their dead were awakened by the magic sword.

There were more than 30,000 people in these alone.

The awakened undead seemed to have no unified command. They just relied on the instinct of hating the living to wander around the battlefield, fighting against all forces that stood in their way.

The undead were so violent that the cruel demons took the initiative to stay away from there.

"That's the key to victory!"

Kael'thas's eyes lit up. The Elf Prince had grasped the only possibility of victory for the anti-demon coalition, which was the magic sword! If there is a determined person who can sacrifice himself to control that sword

Your own will always counts.

"You are thinking something terrible, Kael'thas Sunstrider!"

Just when a rather terrifying idea suddenly appeared in Kael'thas' mind, Xal'atath's cold voice suddenly hit the Elf Prince's mind like a hammer, causing him to wake up instantly.

The ancient sage, who controlled the situation with spiritual power, warned:

"In the past ten minutes, including you, seventeen commanders of the Anti-Magic Alliance have had the same idea as you, including even guys like Turalyon who were brainwashed by the Holy Light.

Frostmourne is really powerful, and it is worthy of being regarded by the Burning Legion as a 'weapon of decisive battle'.

Its temptation to the living is as powerful as its control over the dead. Be careful and don't think about those dangerous things. I can tell you clearly that you cannot resist its temptation!

There are too many considerations in your mind and too many burdens on your shoulders. Once you hold the magic sword that can help you wipe out Azeroth, you will instantly become its prisoner.

No, to be precise, you will become a prisoner of the power of death.

Stay here and continue your fight and your mission! The little master has personally dealt with the magic sword. It is not a treasure that you can covet.

You should never touch it either. "

"Blake went there in person?"

Kael'thas suddenly let out a sigh of relief. Apparently he also thought that the magical stinky pirate must have a way to properly handle such a dangerous magic sword.

But the next moment, the prince frowned.

He said to Xal'atath in his spirit:

"But he must hurry up. The demons are increasing their numbers. Their numerical superiority is terrifying."

"Strength in numbers?"

Xal'atath let out a series of sarcastic laughs, and she said arrogantly to Kael'thas:

"No, pathetic little white-faced elf prince, you know nothing about 'quantity'! No wonder you are always such a girl, look up."

"Um?"

His Royal Highness the Prince raised his head and looked at the northwest skyline of Shadowmoon Valley according to Xal'atath's guidance. At first, he was a little confused because there was nothing there.

But soon, large black spots appeared in Kael'thas' gaze.

The Elf Prince cast an eagle eye spell on himself, allowing him to see more clearly the "monsters" appearing in the anxious sky full of evil energy and thunder.

The moment he saw those guys clearly, Kael'thas's back was filled with goosebumps.

insect!

Full of bugs!

All kinds of bugs!

They flew through the sky, they climbed over the hills bordering Shadowmoon Valley and Talador, and they tunneled underground into this fel battlefield.

Led by the Mantid Heroes and Rexxar Remar riding behind the Insect Lord, they are rushing into the battlefield in an overwhelming manner, summoned by their dark gods.

Kael'thas didn't even dare to guess how many there were.

But it must be many times more than the local demons plus the undead!

"The entire Gorgrond wilderness is regarded as nourishment by my insect swarm. The barren land has been devoured cleanly. Old Garni will shed tears when he enters it."

The ancient venerable sneered, with a sense of pride and pride.

At the moment when the swarm came into contact with the demons, Xal'atath spread his dark glory into the barren and miserable hearts of the swarm, causing them to instantly enter the most violent state of destruction.

Like a sickle.

Gently sweeping across a corner of the battlefield, the demons there instantly turned into bones.

"No matter how this world changes, there will always be a part of it that belongs to the ancient sages. The Evergreen Forest will become the heart of the new empire of the swarm, and I will have a glorious temple there."

Xal'atath declared prophetically:

"The eternal cycle of reincarnation will restart in Draenor, which will become the home planet of the swarm! And I, I am the heart of the swarm! I am the Dark Lord!

In the words of the little master, I am the Queen of Blades!

Although I don’t know what the special meaning of this name is, it sounds quite majestic, so this will be my honorific title from now on. "

Kael'thas' whole body was shaking.

He couldn't imagine what kind of destruction such a swarm would be like once it came to Quel'Thalas. At this moment, he was very grateful to Black for bringing the swarm to Draenor.

It's like adding a lock to the world

So is this the purpose of that stinky pirate?

The swarm has taken root here. As the master of the swarm, he will naturally become the "King of Draenor". Everything in this world must be controlled and arranged by him.

And after accepting the World Ring, I will also be ordered by him in this world.

"Well, hello to you, Your Majesty."

Kael'thas let out a long sigh. He tried his best to remain elegant and said to Xal'atath:

"When your temple is completed, I will personally go and pay tribute to you."

But there was no voice to respond to him. The arrogant and evil Xal'atath seemed to have noticed something troublesome and had already gone to the other side to "work".

——

"Shua"

Blake landed in the dark hall. The moment he arrived, he saw the Frostmourne Demonic Sword suspended on the dark altar, as well as several people standing next to the altar.

Prophet Velen, who is seizing the time to recover his strength, and the demon son who is bound by the chain of holy light beside him, as well as Hisari Black Crow, who is blocking the altar, and is walking towards the altar, all covered with flesh and blood. Ravencrest, the high lord of the scum.

The atmosphere between them didn't seem to be good.

"Get out of the way! Elf! I must destroy it!"

The great lord was completely devoid of his usual indifference and rationality. He was like a crazy ferocious beast, exuding a violent and destructive aura all over his body.

This breath comes from the screaming magic sword Apocalypse in his hand.

This cruel demon blade is full of jealousy and hatred for the Frostmourne in front of it, and it is summoning its sword holder to destroy this damn sword.

Yes, it comes from the same forger as Frostmourne.

But it is just a "trial work" before the production of Frostmourne. It was born to make the "sister" in front of me appear in a more perfect posture.

This is an unfair fate.

Apocalypse refuses to admit that Frostmourne is the perfect work of the Eternal Forger, it is the most perfect!

Frostmourne is just a sword that cannot be used in combat!

Look at it, the ice that shaped its body can't even withstand a powerful and heavy blow.

My sister is a waste!

This shameful weapon must be destroyed by one's own hands.

"Back off! Great Lord!"

Hisari Black Crow refused to give an inch.

The Archdruid of Flame was burning with the fire of Savras. She felt that she must be crazy to stop a hero from destroying a magic sword that would cause harm to all living beings and would surely cause a horrific massacre.

But among the visible facts and future prophecies, Miss Black Crow still unswervingly chooses to believe in Black's prophecies.

This dark magic sword will definitely bring hope to the cause of fighting against evil!

"The undead it awakens are massacring our soldiers! Its evil will is bewitching our soldiers! It is pushing our war to the brink of despair!

Are you blind? "

Ravencase took off his helmet and threw it on the ground, revealing his face that was stained with blood after fighting all the way. There was no trace of beauty in that handsome face.

Some just looked ferocious.

"Get out of the way, living elf, I say it for the last time!"

The great lord raised the demon blade Apocalypse that was buzzing to the extreme. Judging from his appearance, if Hisari didn't get out of the way, he would kill the elf in front of him as well.

"You are right. The trouble caused by Frostmourne must be cleared up immediately."

The pirate's hand with a black gauntlet appeared from the shadows and pressed on Ravencase's shoulder.

The spiritual power belonging to the ancient lord followed Black's contact and poured into Ravencase's boiling emotions, quickly dispelling the abnormal mood fluctuations of the great lord.

Blake glared at the irritable Apocalypse and scolded:

"Be quiet! Otherwise I will throw you into the Maw! You know what kind of hell that place is, right?"

"Buzz"

Apocalypse burst into an unhappy hiss, but the pirate's threat was obviously very effective. The magic sword quickly became quiet, and Lord Ravencrest's aroused emotions also quickly calmed down.

He looked around blankly, then looked at Blake, and said:

"This is what I am"

"Didn't Mother Windrunner warn you when she handed this sword to you? Great Lord, Apocalypse also has the power to confuse people!"

The pirate looked at Frostmourne, who was floating in front of him, and seemed to be trembling in front of the crazy "yandere brother". He whispered:

"Apocalypse is a trial work of Frostmourne. It has all the characteristics of this magic sword, and compared to Frostmourne which is like a 'magic sword', Apocalypse is more like a weapon given to warriors.

It does not have the exaggerated ability to control the undead and control souls like Frostmourne, but instead it has a more violent and crazy melee destructive power.

In my opinion, Apocalypse is a better weapon than Frostmourne.

The premise is that it can restrain its vicious and crazy personality. "

"Buzz"

The magic sword in the hands of the great lord buzzed again.

This time it was somewhat appreciative. It felt that although this annoying stinky pirate made people want to kill him with a sword, his vision was absolutely vicious and precise.

It was immediately apparent that he was superior to Frostmourne at a glance.

No wonder the beautiful and noble Salamani sisters followed him so wholeheartedly. Speaking of which, the two incomplete sister sword spirits were much better than my "weak" sister.

In short, Tianqi’s favorability is up!

This scene was all witnessed by Frostmourne who was hovering on the altar.

Although it was impossible to confirm whether this magic sword really had a will of its own, Frostmourne still hummed with disdain in the face of his idiot brother Apocalypse, who was easily dismissed by Black.

This stupid brother with strong limbs and simple mind is really enough.

I really don’t know why the military leader wanted to shape Apocalypse into such a character and strength?

It would be too embarrassing if word spread about such an idiot brother, right?

However, this stinky pirate seems to be very powerful.

If he holds it, he will definitely be able to complete his mission perfectly, right? He seems to be more suitable to become the "Lich King" than that weak prophet.

A few seconds later, a weak temptation flooded into Black's mind, but before Frostmourne could quietly stir up the dark side of the stinky pirate's soul, he was driven away by an indifferent will.

"Get away! You little wild cat who came from nowhere! You actually dare to hand your paw to my little master. Your paw should be cut off! You are so sinister and indifferent, you will definitely cry for a long time if you are punched, right? "

Xal'atas scolded coldly:

"Black Shaw's love life is bad enough, don't add any more 'burden' to him! Hey, Sharathol, Eremeni!

Your dear master is about to be 'stolen' by an outside sword girl!

Come to the rescue quickly! "