Shadow Trails in Azeroth

In the position of the Annihran molten pool, demons from all walks of life, led by the enhanced version of the magic mecha hand-made by the Burning Legion's Apocalypse Engineer, rushed towards the high ground where the Paladin and Black were.

Although the Demon Hunters had launched feint attacks around them as planned, their numbers, even with Illidan's personal leadership, were unable to rush over in a short time to aid the unlucky ones trapped in the trap.

There was nothing to stop the demons from rushing up and swamping Blake's group.

But the pirates didn't care.

He didn't even plan to fight, but looked at the sky with Old Fording at this moment. As the two watched, the golden light spots on the horizon became increasingly clear.

It's like a ray of light in the darkness, and it's starting a prairie fire.

"That voice! It's definitely Mograine!"

Old Fording grabbed Black's wrist and shouted to him:

"I won't admit it. That bastard and I have known each other since we were young. Have you confirmed that Mograine is not here? Did you lead us into the trap to lure Mograine out?

Where is he now? "

"Huh? Why do you have such strange thoughts?"

The pirate said in surprise:

"I have said before that the Holy Light Legion is fighting guerrilla warfare. Unless they have no other choice, they will not choose to confront the devil head-on. This is why the three fear demon kings are confident that they will bury me here.

They don't think that the Holy Light Legion will jump out to fight the devil just because of a few of us.

In fact, their ideas are absolutely correct.

So, don’t take yourself too seriously, Fording, this is not a good mentality. The person you were talking to just now may not be the familiar Mograine in your memory. You will know the reason after a while. "

Blake glanced around the battlefield. He could see Illidan slashing with two swords there. He said:

"But fortunately, the ignorant demons obviously don't understand the philosophy of the Legion of Light.

They cannot understand the strategizing of a prophet. For example, we happen to have a 'delicious man' who the leader of the Legion of Light wants to get even at all costs.

not me!

Asshole, don't look at me with that damn dirty look.

I'm not interested in the baby-sounding jigsaw puzzle rich woman. "

"boom"

While the two were talking, a bright golden beam of light fell from the sky, like a shining golden blade that easily cut through the thick evil clouds above Krokuun.

That golden beam is more than just a visual effect.

It's an attack!

Continuously compress the terrifyingly powerful Holy Light energy into the entity, and then release it in the form of artillery bombardment. This is the working principle of the "Holy Light Judger" main gun that Black had talked about with Rexxar before.

In the bombing crater that Rexxar discovered before, a single shot of the Adjudicator's main gun destroyed a small area of ​​petrified forest, which showed that it was not huge. But now in front of the pirates, this bright and extremely hot golden stream showed itself once again. of power.

As the Paladins widened their eyes and exclaimed that the power of the Holy Light was invincible, the golden sword falling from the sky was like a giant swinging, whizzing past the front position of the Annihlan molten pool.

This beam bombardment lasted for less than three seconds, but it easily tore apart the demon formation in front of them. Any demon that was rubbed by the holy light energy cannon was either dead or injured.

Among them, two big-assed abyss lords with rough skin and thick flesh were burned alive in the fire of the holy light, leaving behind ugly bones that were cut and exploded.

Three of the Galosi World Destroyer mecha troops summoned by the Dread Lord were also pierced by the Holy Light Cannon. They stopped and exploded on the spot. The power of their explosions created three huge explosion craters in the demon group. Countless The lives of hundreds of unlucky demons were taken away together.

Facts have proved that Kingaros may indeed be the first-class fel engineer in the Burning Legion and even among the stars, but his research on the Judge of the Holy Light has obviously not been fully understood.

Its creation of destruction is still too fragile to face the ultimate creation of unscientific Naaru engineering.

However, considering that the final blow of the Holy Light Judge evaporated two-thirds of the evil magma in this huge molten pool, and forcibly blasted a hilly terrain into a rift valley, under such unreasonable light cannon power, There are still nine Garosi magic mechas left, which actually shows that Tianqi Engineers are really good at it.

Well, crazy Mimiron seems to have a rival.

"Spaceship! The Draenei's spaceship has appeared!"

Taking advantage of the chaos, the dwarf paladin lord Kurtaz, who wielded his war hammer to kill several demons, had sharp eyes. He took a sip of wine, applied a blessing of strength to himself, and shouted to the sky:

"It's a golden spaceship! It's so cool!"

At this time, everyone was still immersed in the endless power of the Holy Light Judge. After being reminded, they raised their heads and looked at the sky.

In the background of the gloomy sky being torn apart by the power of holy light, a golden gem warship several times larger than the Exodar, but vaguely identifiable as the same model, was floating above the ground in the transmitted light.

It is all golden.

Its size is as large as a mountain, with strange gem clusters dotted on the upper and lower ends. There is a golden ring hull around the whole periphery, and under the hull there is a crystal turret that is being collected into the spacecraft arsenal.

Just now, that thing fired the astonishingly powerful Holy Light Judger light cannon.

"Zenidal, the Holy Light flagship used by the naaru to conduct war, is the same model as the Zenidal, another flagship of the Draenei exile fleet.

The orcs of Draenor should really thank the Draenei for crashing the flagship in the Nagrand Grassland. Otherwise, with the power of the main cannon of the Holy Light Judger, which was also equipped on that ship, one shot would have destroyed the old tribe. . "

While commanding his black and white swords to kill demons with Big Bear and Big Wolf, Blake looked at the glorious gilded battleship in the sky with admiration.

He said to old Fording and Uther, who were already stunned:

"Back off, the Holy Light Legion is about to launch a landing operation.

Although they all believe in the Holy Light, their behavior is completely different from yours. I suggest you not to interfere with their slaughter of demons, otherwise they will fight you too.

You may think that Pastor Isenlien in the Church of Holy Light, who shouts about burning heretics all day long, is extreme enough.

But believe me, compared to the Holy Light Blades of the Legion of Light, Isenlien is as peaceful as a newborn murloc baby. You will soon see with your own eyes how powerful the Force of Light can be on a life.

To be honest, I think compared with the Holy Light Force, the Void Force and the Fel Force are so peaceful. There is definitely a reason why no one likes to play with the Holy Light. "

"You are exaggerating."

The dwarf paladin Kurtaz held the wine bottle and whispered:

"After all, everyone is a believer in the Holy Light."

"No! Shorty."

Blake glanced at Kurtaz and the flagon in his hand and said:

"Just the fact that you, as a Paladin, drank wantonly and indulged your desires are extremely blasphemous in their eyes. Judging by the Blades of Light's absolute view of good and evil, each of you is guilty.

Of course, because they are also users of the Holy Light, they will be more tolerant of you. At most, they will exhort you to serve the Holy Light with unreserved and pure devotion.

but I

In their eyes, he is probably more hateful than the devil.

This is why I don’t want to take the initiative to contact them. I want to defeat the devils, but this does not mean that I want to cooperate with a group of devils shaped by the Holy Light.”

Amidst the pirates' complaints, a stream of light very similar to the Rainbow Bridge fell from the sky and hit the position of the Annihran melting pool. As the golden smoke shone, a large group of tall warriors holding various light-forged weapons sang Psalms burst out of it.

Most of them are Draenei, or Eredar, which refers to those beings of the Holy Light who did not follow Velen to escape from the world of Argus and accepted the infusion of the Holy Light with their pure Eredar bodies.

But there are also a small number of lives from other races.

For example, there are the Holy Light Warriors who are suspected of being the Broken Ones, but are taller and stronger, and there are also some weird star races that even Black has never seen before.

The most exaggerated thing is that Old Fording also saw a Dread Demon King among the charging crowd!

Damn it!

A fear devil cast in light. Perhaps it should be called the "holy light devil"?

Leading their charge was a familiar figure that made old Fording and Uther burst into tears.

Alexandros Mograine!

He still wore a human-style battle armor mixed with many Draenei decorations. He held a sword tempered by the holy light, and charged at an abyss lord bravely amid the golden flames wrapped around his body.

Those demons must have seen him before, or had dealt with the Holy Light Legion. Seeing the Archbishop of the Holy Light Legion "personally disembarking" to attack them, these second-line troops of the Burning Legion immediately fell into chaos and anxiety.

Amidst the scolding of the Abyss Lord who released the evil fire storm, a large group of demon guards rushed up and tried to stop Mograine, but the latter threw his sword forward and burst out with holy light.

A powerful divine anger shot forward like a fist from heaven. Any demon that came into contact with this stream of light storm was instantly ignited and burned.

It is no exaggeration to say that Mograine was almost charging while stepping on ashes all over the ground.

His holy light is so blazing and so aggressive that even if they are both light casters, Old Fording and Uther believe that they will never be able to use the gentle and benevolent holy light to such a terrifying level.

If it weren't for the fact that both sides had the same source of power that couldn't be faked, they would all think that the macho man in front of them who was roaming the devil's battlefield was a super soldier.

Powerful warriors like Grom Hellscream who was killing the abyss lord right now.

Look at His Light.

It was exactly the same as the freely retractable and terrifyingly powerful anger of those warriors.

"Is that really Mograine? Or is it the angry incarnation of the Holy Light in the human world?"

Uther said in a shocked tone:

"What exactly has he been through? Why does he feel so strange to me?"

"Throw you into an eternal battlefield and fight demons in various worlds for more than a thousand years. This is what you will become, my dear Lightbringer."

Blake held his pipe in his mouth and whispered:

"And don't call him Mograine. I told you not to be so rude. It's important that you call him 'Archbishop' now.

Well, the archbishop who personally disembarked from the ship was fierce.

Given enough time, he could wipe out the entire Krokuun alone, but unfortunately, we don't have time to enjoy this killing feast. "

The pirate raised his head and glanced at the sky on the other side.

The portal when the demon starship is about to jump over has already appeared in the sky. Once the demon fleet comes here, the naked Zenidar will definitely be set on fire.

So, it's time to retreat.

Blake was absolutely right.

These Holy Light Legion soldiers who rushed out to save people also understood the principle of pretending to be tough and running away.

Seeing that the demon fleet was about to come, the Zenidar quickly dropped a huge golden teleportation beacon. Under the cover of the brave Blades of Light, everyone, including the demon hunters, began to retreat towards the spacecraft.

But when Uther and Old Fordring stepped into the teleportation beacon, they turned around and saw Mograine holding the Great Sword of Holy Light and raising his left hand in the face of a group of demons rushing towards him, as if he was casting a spell.

"What is he doing?"

Old Fording asked, and Blake, who followed him slowly into the teleportation beacon, looked back and said with all seriousness:

"Oh, that's directing the solar bombardment

Ha, just kidding, it’s Holy Light Reckoning, the specialty of the Lightforged Paladins. By the way, I was curious before, you are also Lightforged Knights, why haven’t I seen you use this move? "

"Well, sorry to disappoint you, but we won't do that just yet."

Uther complained, supported two weak Holy Light Legion prisoners, and carried three disabled Croku prisoners on his back, and disappeared into the Holy Light Beacon along with the pirates.

After they left, Mograine's spellcasting was completed in the next moment.

Under his summons, the flying holy light was shaped into hundreds of physical sharp blades. With Archbishop Mograine's final swing of the sword, they all slashed at the demons chasing after him.

In the final burst of fiery power, hundreds of lower-level demons were killed in one blow, and the entire battlefield was burned with golden ashes dancing wildly.

Amidst the flying golden light spots, the expressionless Alexandros Mograine turned around and was the last one to walk into the teleportation beacon. As the triangular beacon closed in the next moment, he was teleported back to the Zenidar spacecraft. The war flagship of the Holy Light Legion quickly took off and disappeared into the sky full of evil energy just as it appeared.

In the spaceship, when Mograine appeared in the teleportation hall, Uther who was waiting there stepped forward and gave him a hug.

This enthusiastic action made the Archbishop a little uncomfortable, and there was a trace of resistance on his face, trying to push Uther away.

But the next moment, the Lightbringer said to him with a guilty tone:

"I'm sorry, brother, it was our failure to protect you that made you suffer all this, but under the guidance of the Holy Light, we finally found you.

We can finally go home together.

Your family, your children, and His Majesty Fao, everyone is waiting for you, and the whole of Lordaeron will cheer for you. "

This sincere apology made the Archbishop sigh with emotion. It took him several minutes to recall his identity from a long time ago, as if from the complicated memories.

A few seconds later, he let out a deep laugh, patted Uther on the shoulder, and gave Old Fordring a stiff smile.

He said:

"I remember you guys, I've been waiting for over a thousand years. God, I never thought I'd see you again one day.

But now is not the time to talk.

Zella is waiting for you, come with me.

The Mother of Holy Light has not summoned outsiders for a long time.

This is a rare honor. "