Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Illidan repeated the strategy of defeating the demons in the world of Azeroth 10,000 years ago. Through the sacrifice of the Sargrit Keystone, he defeated the Deceiver who fell into the world of Draenor and the evil servants it sent. Thrown back into the Twisting Nether.

This is by far the best option.

After knowing that Kil'jaeden bound his existence to the Fel Heart of the world of Argus, it became impossible to defeat this great evil in Draenor.

Orthodox spellcasters all know that choosing to seal or banish is always the most correct operation when facing an immortal enemy, and Brother Dan, who was an orthodox moon mage before becoming a demon hunter, obviously understands this truth.

"Shua"

A large group of demon hunters headed by Alturis the Sufferer came to Illidan as quickly as possible. They put away their weapons respectfully, knelt down on one knee, and paid tribute to their leader and master.

Since Illidan left before the Demon Hunters were released in the Vault of the Watchers, and did not meet his followers during the process, this meeting happened after more than 10,000 years of separation between the two parties. Real encounter.

These blind men were all trembling and excited.

Not only did they witness Lord Illidan's victory 10,000 years ago, but they also experienced Illidan's domineering appearance just now, banishing the big devil with a wave of his hand, and saving a world with a wave of his hand.

Such a victory undoubtedly strengthened the mythical image of Illidan in their hearts as invincible.

But frankly speaking, this kind of foolish loyalty and admiration is not groundless. If Blake was an orthodox demon hunter, he would probably worship Brother Egg like the blind people.

Charisma is a very unreasonable thing.

Just like the human veterans who worship Anduin Lothar crazily, some people can make others willing to sacrifice their lives for them.

"You did a good job. Although I have not witnessed it with my own eyes, I have heard about the proud massacres and assassinations you carried out in Draenor in the world of Argus."

When Illidan faced his old followers, he, who had always been a cool guy, showed rare true feelings. With his wings folded behind his back, the wild and powerful demon hunter commander said in a sighing tone:

"Agonna, Kazak, these high-ranking demons who are also famous among the stars were hunted down and killed by you. You use this victory to salute me, spread your names among the stars, and make the demons fearful.

You have lived up to the oath you made when you first embarked on the path of hunting demons. Those companions who died in the past will be proud of you.

Get up, demon hunter!

Today's victory is but a brief pause in the eternal war, but there is no time to waste and we have much to do. "

"As you command, Lord Illidan."

All the demon hunters stood up in unison.

They followed their commander like stars over the moon.

But to be honest, the scene of a big blind elf leading a group of small blind men swaggering through the market still makes people feel a little confused.

"Hey, is the Illidari Blind Massage Academy recruiting new students again? The top technician, Mr. Illidan, come and serve me quickly. Please give me two more hours."

The vicious voice of ridicule seemed so harsh at this moment of victory, but no one present was surprised by the appearance of this voice.

So does Illidan.

His eyes with black goggles "looked" at the smelly pirate who had just landed on the ground beside him, but instead of saying hello to him, he said to the person next to him:

"Maev, you are the best hunter I have ever seen, but even you finally encountered a prey that you can't handle. So, tell me, who is the hunter between you two now?"

"I don't know who is the hunter between him and me."

Maiev, wearing a battle helmet, responded indifferently:

"But I have no doubt that I am your most feared hunter, and my 'guardian' will tell you that it's time to 'come home', Dark Walker."

"Hey, handsome and wild pirate"

Illidan tilted his head and said to Black:

"Take care of yourself, woman."

"bass"

Blake was still smiling, but Maiev had already pulled out the Thorn Blade from her waist. Obviously, Illidan's "demon hunter joke" was not funny at all.

"Okay, okay, it's not time to fight among ourselves. You two, suppress your dislike for each other. We have more troubles now."

Blake held down Maiev's wrist, pointed to the sky, and said:

"Don't you feel it? A big monster is about to rush over and kill us. He is much more difficult to deal with than a bastard like Kil'jaeden.

So did you do it on purpose?

Illidan.

You should know how difficult it is to deal with the enraged Dark Guard Lord Aggramar, right? "

"I am already very tired. I have to teleport Argus to the star field of Draenor and then throw the demons back to the end of the stars. This makes me extremely weak and I can no longer fight."

Illidan grinned, revealing sharp teeth and a bewildering smile.

He said:

"I know that powerful monsters need stronger and more cunning guys to deal with. I trust you so much, Black Prophet, I know you can perform miracles.

I have accomplished everything I should accomplish. I ripped out the devil's heart and exposed it to the eyes of all righteous people. This is the limit that I, a humble blind elf, can do.

The hero appears next.

Therefore, the problem of Aggramar is left to you, the all-powerful Lord Black. "

While these two guys were complimenting each other, the most sensitive people among the shocked "melon-eating crowd" on the periphery realized that something was wrong.

Prophet Velen is one who holds his head high.

During the "boxing" with Kil'jaeden just now, the old prophet's robe was torn off, revealing muscles that were not inferior to those of young people, giving him an exaggerated image of a "hot-blooded old man."

He was currently putting on a cloak to cover his body, and was holding up his Redeemer Staff.

The purple Atama crystal Soul Song on his wrist was shining with a rapid luster, seeming to show the prophet a terrible future.

In fact, there is no need for prophecy to prove this situation.

When Velen raised his head and looked deeply at the sky, he saw a huge dark red figure trekking from among the stars.

The terrifying giant's whole body was burning, and he was holding a huge broken blade wrapped in destructive fire. The terrifying sword was broken from the center, and in front of the broken blade, there were scorching sharp blades filled with hot flames.

The giant came from the world of Argus and trudged among the stars.

With every step it takes, its size will expand by one point. When approaching the orbit of the Draenor world, even a blind person can clearly see his figure.

A fallen Titan that was larger than the planet stood among the stars. The light of fire on his body was brighter than the sun. Under the flames, the entire Draenor seemed to be scorched and scorched by eternal daylight.

What's even more terrifying is that the giant is raising his flaming giant sword, making a gesture that makes the idiot Fenner cover her mouth and scream.

Fenner was very familiar with that posture.

That was the starting position of the "Enemy Breaker" swordsmanship that she had now learned and was extremely familiar with.

"That giant is going to destroy us! Damn it! I've seen it, in the vision of the Shield of Aggramar, I've seen it!"

Finna screamed:

"That's Lord Aggramar! That's the Star Sea Titan! It's over, we're going to die, run!"

The stupid warrior was rarely frightened.

This is not to blame for her lack of determination. In fact, her performance is much better than the frightened idiots around her.

At least she could still stand and hold a weapon.

The paladins nearby have begun to kneel down and pray to the Holy Light for the last time in their lives.

The most outrageous thing is the Archmage Ansrem Ruinvere. This "mighty father" is sitting on the ground, crying and tearing open the scroll to write a suicide note to his misbehaving daughter.

Apparently, he had given up resistance.

The scene in front of me was completely different from when I faced the fraudster.

No matter how powerful the big demon is, everyone still has the courage to fight against it, because they have "defeated" the Defiler in Azeroth before, and they also defeated the Legion in Azeroth 10,000 years ago.

Enemies that can be defeated are not worth fearing.

But now, what they have to face is a supreme being that is larger than the planet and was born from the arcane origin of the stars. Just the name of the opponent's "Titan" is enough to make most people lose the courage to fight.

If nothing else, just one sword is enough to penetrate the entire world.

How can one survive such an attack?

In the crowd, the fat War Chief Reid stared blankly at the burning Titan silhouette reflected in the sky above his head. The War Chief fell into some very strange emotions at this moment.

He doesn't like failure.

But if he and his world died under the sword of a Titan, this ending would not be considered a failure.

It even makes people feel a damn "honor".

Even if he goes to the real hell of the world of the dead in the future, he can proudly brag to the lower-class undead that although everyone is dead, we were stabbed to death by a Titan with a sword. Which of you has this? treatment?

But the chief was already a well-organized person after all, and he did not give up resistance at this last moment.

"Shua"

Red took off the Heart of Rock ring from his finger and put it into the hands of Brox Saurfang, the equally dull old orc warlord next to him.

The latter was awakened and looked at the World Ring in his hand.

The gray-haired old orc asked:

"Why did you give this to me?"

"Didn't you just brag that you would dare to kill a god if you had this ring?"

Fat Red squinted at the old orc warrior, pointed to the sky, and said:

"Look, God is right there. I also gave you the ring. Go and chop Him."

"you."

Brooks' eyes widened. He couldn't understand Red's brain. He was about to say something when he suddenly felt a shadow floating behind him.

The magical stinky pirate Black appeared behind Brox. He put his hand on the old orc's shoulder and whispered:

"One thing I haven't told you, Lord Brooks, is that I may have accidentally taken something that belonged to you in the past.

But now, I decided to give it back to you. "

Black raised his hand. His world ring, Malus the Blood Drinker, was shining brightly in his hand. He handed it to Brox and said:

"Put it on and go chop that big guy"

"Are you kidding me too?"

The old orc said in a puzzled tone:

"Do you really think I can cut it? That's a god!"

"I know who Aggramar is. I can tell you clearly that he shaped Draenor. He is your 'creator god'."

Blake replied in a stern tone:

"But I also know who you are, Brox Saurfang. I can see the fate of all people. Among these countless destinies, only one person can do what we are praying for now.

And that person is you!

Aren't you always feeling extremely guilty for the massacres and sins you have committed on this world? You are haunted by nightmares from your past.

Ner'zhul had gone out of his way to repent and atone for his sins, and he was forgiven by the elements.

you know.

Everyone deserves a second chance. "

The stinking pirate patted the old orc on the shoulder, and he personally put the blood-drinker Malus on Brox's finger, and he said:

"Perhaps, this is the opportunity you have been waiting for. What can you do for the world with a guilty conscience? Brooks, the question you have been thinking about will be answered today."

Blake and Brooks' conversation attracted the attention of everyone around them.

When he saw the stinking pirate handing his World Ring to Brox Saurfang, Prince Kael'thas, who had been silent, also raised his eyebrows.

He sensed that Black didn't seem to be joking, so the prince raised his head and glanced at Aggramar, the fallen titan who was about to destroy the world. He also took off the All-Seeing Ring from his hand and handed it to the old orc.

"Frankly speaking, I don't believe that an old orc can do such a thing. I mean, orc warriors are indeed very good at fighting, but challenging a god

It’s too farfetched. "

This man, who was so handsome that even the pirates felt threatened, looked at the orc in front of him and said:

"But now we have no choice. Instead of waiting desperately for death, maybe I should choose to believe in a black prophet who continues to create miracles.

Take it, orcs, for it is a blessing from the Quel'dorei elves.

Just let it go.

Even if you fail, no one will blame you. "

"The world is being reborn, and before us is the final challenge to its resurrection."

Old Staghelm shook his head, took off the Eternal Ring from his hand, and handed it to the silent Brox, saying;

"This is something that the Elf Empire could not do ten thousand years ago. Maybe I shouldn't have hope, but the world is calling you, Broxshiga!

I heard its call. "

Staghelm is a peculiar name.

It is an ancient honorific title given to warriors by the elves, and perhaps it also represents the blessing of the old Druid.

"Take it, orc."

Prophet Velen strode over and handed the Immovable Seal in Maraad's hand to Brox. He said:

"I saw that the prophecy Black said was right. Among countless destinies, only a few people can do what we are praying for now, and you are one of them."

"Hey, old greenskin, you're going to kill a god. You're really awesome."

The idiot Fenner felt a surge of pride at this time. She regretted that she could not participate in such a great cause, but she also had the help she could give.

"I'll lend you this sword of light!"

Fenna whistled, took her beloved Ashbringer in her hands, handed it to the old orc, and said:

"Odin's Wrath can't handle this big scene now. When you come back after you use it to chop a god, remember to give it back to me."

The old orc, who was surrounded by everyone, looked at the rings on all five fingers of his left hand.

This world ring, which was obviously only allowed to be worn by one person, seemed to have released its authority to Brooks at this moment.

He could feel the power of the five rules belonging to Draenor surging in his body. It was a call from the world. Draenor was between life and death, and it was longing for its children to lend a helping hand to it.

The old orc felt this call. He looked at the sky, and what he saw was not the Titan of Destruction, but the various atrocities he had committed in the past ten years as he indulged in destruction.

That was an insult to the honor of a traditional warrior.

But today.

He will restore his honor with his own hands.

"Snapped"

The old orc grabbed the Ashbringer handed over by Fenner. He turned back to look at everyone and nodded without saying anything.

A soldier's farewell does not require words, and some words do not need to be said personally.

He is a silent warrior, although he is not as eloquent as Black. Now he wants to do something to the best of his ability for the world. He cannot describe it emotionally. After all, he is just a greenskin who has done something wrong.

So please.

Let him prove it with his actions.

"Go, Brox!"

Behind the old orc warrior, who was blessed and expected by everyone, Black said in a prophetic tone:

"To greet the Creator of Draenor on behalf of it, to show the Creator Gods the determination we will have to survive and protect.

Have courage and do great things.

I've seen all the future and all the past, I've made predictions about you

This is your destiny.

This is your glory, and it's waiting for you ahead. No heaven among the stars will be opened to you, but you don't need them anymore.

Charge bravely. "