Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Zella thought she must be crazy.

After hearing Blake's nonsense, she actually chose to believe this guy's nonsense immediately.

Although the pirate showed extremely crazy and evil traits, the Mother of Light actually felt Black's twisted and crazy love at that moment.

Even if there was only that moment of gentleness, he quickly returned to the chaotic posture he was known for, but based on Zela's understanding of the world, even a true madman should have such a beautiful thing as love in his heart, right?

"It's amazing that there is love in your heart that is full of darkness and deceit, flowing like an abyss."

The body of the Mother of Holy Light rotated slowly, she withdrew her scorching holy light, and said in that very awkward but to be honest, quite pleasant baby voice:

"When you open your heart, it makes me feel that you are no different from other people from Azeroth. The lives in your world always have such delicate and exposed emotions.

Mograine did it, Illidan Stormrage did it, and you do it too. "

"Well, I didn't open up."

The pirate retorted with his pipe in his mouth:

“Based on my current position on the ‘Worldly Evil Ranking’, once I really ‘open my heart’, even you who are so holy will be polluted into filth.

So I think that while you spared my dog's life, you should also thank me for sparing your dog's life, my dear Zella.

So now that we have talked about it, it shouldn't be too presumptuous for me to ask you to take the elites of the Holy Light Legion to assist the Titan Guardians in saving the Titan Soul, right? "

"It is a matter of justice, it is of great importance to the cause of the entire stars against the Burning Legion, and I will go to Sanctuary immediately."

Zella did not hesitate, she rotated her body and answered:

"The power of Holy Light alone cannot match the destructive power of Sargeras. Only Titans can fight against Titans. This is the rule under this material star.

If we can awaken the ultimate creations on the side of order with our sacrifice and dedication, then I am willing to help you.

I'll leave immediately.

But Black, with the Defiler and its legions brought, your battle in Krokuun will definitely be very difficult, without the help of the Zenidal, I'm afraid."

"Just let Zilali stay with the Blades of Light."

Blake snapped his fingers, and amid the flying smoke rings, he said confidently:

"We can't even defend the landing zone. Besides, isn't there me, the evil Terminator Creation, sitting here? I didn't come to Krokuun to get a shameful defeat.

So, shall we set off now? "

"Um."

Zella nodded, and in the shining light, she took out a very strange-shaped crystal staff and suspended it in front of Blake's eyes, and said:

"This sacred staff was discovered by the Holy Light Legion in the Temple of Light of the Void. The demons were unable to take it away when they evacuated. It has very powerful purifying power. I think you should use it in your battle. .”

"Well, Ture Naaru Beacon! A weapon that Velen used when he was a consul, the ultimate sacred object of the Draenei. I think he will be very happy when I return it to the old prophet. of."

The pirate stretched out his hand and held the staff in his hand, which was glowing with restrained and humble pure holy light. He knew the story of the staff and accurately named it.

The shape of this thing is also very strange.

The head of the staff is completely carved into the shape of a blue holy light naaru, and the crystal carving is lifelike. When the pirate holds it, the naaru crystal on the head of the staff is still shining and shaking, it is like a naaru reborn. .

"I feel the breath of my ancient and powerful brother Ture from this staff."

Zella said to the pirate in a sad and proud tone:

"In the light that streamed from the stars in distant times, I learned that my loving brother died together with the terrible void evil to protect a world called Karesh.

Its remains fell into the hands of the Eredar under the guidance of the Holy Light and were put to good use by them.

It was actually at that time that I heard the story of Ethereal and Argus for the first time.

The civilization saved by my brother is still floating among the stars, and the Eredar people blessed by him have suffered a terrible fall, but this does not affect their continued praise of Ture's kindness.

I have always regarded Touré's dedication to order as my role model. This staff is the ultimate embodiment of Touré's will to save. It is precisely because of its existence that the small world called Chagall under our feet is The temple survived the collapse, only to be recovered by us thousands of years after it fell into the hands of demons.

These are all gifts of fate. "

The Mother of Holy Light paused, and she told the pirates:

"I have purified it from the devil's pollution, and its power of holy light has been restored to its original state. Blake, please find a qualified owner for it for me.

This is my personal request.

Also, if I'm unlucky

I hope you can use your own hands to make my remains into a sacred object like the Toure Beacon.

I have taken the wrong path in the past, and I hope that even after my will dies, I can continue to contribute my power to the stars as a carrier of Holy Light. "

"Ah, what a touching spirit of sacrifice."

Blake pretended to rub his eyes and said hypocritically:

"If every Naaru had your level of devotion, I think we would have purged the demonic legions long ago. I will help, Zella, my dear friend, and I promise that if anything bad happens to you, I will be your The coroner.

You will definitely get that glorious opportunity.

I promise! "

This is the end of the conversation between the two. All that needs to be said has been said, and the Void Light Temple has been cleared.

Zella left some Holy Light craftsmen here to transform the only remaining ruins of the world of Shagar as a temporary home port for the Holy Light Legion. She took the remaining people and Blake back to the Zenidar as quickly as possible. Send them back to Krokuun.

Although less than five days have passed since Blake left for Mac'Aree, the battlefield situation in Krokuun has already undergone tremendous changes.

The Zenidar planned to land at the Kroku camp, but the navigator found that the place was deserted. Except for some Kroku broken people and the wounded who were recuperating here, everyone else had left here.

Looking down at the large amount of supplies piled up in the rift valley from a high altitude, we can tell that it has been used as a logistics base by the current commander Jarod Shadowsong, and his headquarters must have been moved closer to the battlefield.

The Holy Light flagship continued to move forward, and finally discovered Jarod's command headquarters at the location of the previous Annihlan molten pool.

When it landed, it caught up with a mixed formation pulling off the front line. When the pirates walked out of the gangway, they saw two tauren warriors carrying a large stretcher, carrying seven or eight wounded humans and orcs to the rear.

Almost all the soldiers in the frontline headquarters were injured. Although they were miserable, their morale was very high.

There are also some warriors who are no longer able to fight and are unwilling to rest in the rear. While they are receiving treatment from the Moon Priest, they are shouting that they will continue to fight with the devil cubs.

There were also some dwarves gathering around, drinking wine, and bragging that they had killed several demons and the like today.

From time to time, reconnaissance formations composed of griffin knights and hippogryph knights come and go in the sky, while spellcasters from all races continue to pass reports from commanders everywhere to the base camp.

Everyone has their own thing to do, and everyone knows what they want to do. There are no military police or other characters to supervise them. Even the Shado-Pan monks who guest-cooked were using the spoons as fast as they could.

Chaotic, lively and orderly.

This scene made Blake and Mograine beside him nod at the same time. Being able to maintain morale at such a high level shows that Jarod's commanding art is indeed far beyond that of ordinary commanders.

When the pirates and the Archbishop walked into the command post transformed from the Demon Fortress, they immediately saw Jarod standing in front of the big map giving orders to several scribes.

Jarod's face at this moment was completely different from the playful smile he had when he was talking to Black before. He had a serious look on his face and was wearing a battle armor with an Elven double-edged sword. The battle helmet was placed on the table and he was obviously ready to fight at any time.

He looked at the map and thought about the current battle situation. From time to time, he would give an instruction, which would be recorded by several scribes of different races and given to the mages to pass on to the front line.

The most peculiar thing is that there is a very weird guy among Jarod's scribes.

"Hey, Her Royal Highness, the majestic princess of the Golden Dynasty of Zandalari, actually condescended to serve as an adjutant to a forest elf. Judging from the deep hatred between you trolls and elves, your behavior is completely treason, my dear Tallan. Princess Ji.”

Blake took out the dwarf camera and whistled jokingly:

"I'm going to take a picture of you showing respect to the elves. What kind of impact will it have on your people after I spread this picture in Dazar'alor?

Do you still want to inherit the throne?

Dream on, your people will not accept a queen who surrenders to the elves. "

"No, Lord Black."

The proud Princess Talanji pushed her princess crown, hummed again and picked up the pen and paper again. She said to Blake:

"My priests have spoken to the people of Dazar'alor about the necessity and sanctity of this war, and the Dark Prophet Zul has issued a call for holy war to the loyal warriors across the kingdom.

If you send me back to my country in my current posture, my people will only see that their future queen is willing to put down her personal dignity for the safety of the world.

They will feel my wisdom and my humility, which does not detract from the greatness of the Golden Royal Family.

Besides, Lord Jarod once defeated the Burning Legion. Although he is an elf, such great achievements are enough for my people to regard him as an 'honorary troll commander'.

As for the hatred between elves and trolls, that is even more nonsense. "

Princess Talanji vowed:

"In the eyes of us Zandalari trolls, no matter what elves are, they are just a branch of the dark trolls. They are all descendants of the trolls in terms of law and blood.

The Zandalar trolls feel honored, rather than disgusted, that they have accomplished such a great deed. In fact, the great victory in the Ancient War has fully proved the excellence of the troll bloodline. "

As soon as these words were said, all the elves in the entire command post, including Jarod, became "shared with the enemy" in an instant.

Even the white-skinned elf archmage Rommath and the black-skinned elf magic swordsman commander temporarily put aside their hatred and glared at Princess Talanji who was making such nonsense with a fierce look.

What she said was a common taboo among all elves.

Her Royal Highness also immediately realized that she had fallen into Black's trap. This hateful guy used a single question to induce the "humble persona" that Talanji had worked so hard to create in the past few days.

This made Her Royal Highness the Princess itch with hatred, and also made Blake hold his stomach and laugh.

She may be smart.

But when faced with the dark wisdom of pirates, he was obviously too young.

"Okay, it's just a joke, don't be angry."

Blake waved her hands and pretended it was just a small thing.

He coughed a few times and told Jarod seriously about the Legion of Light and the Sanctuary, and also informed the commanders about Archimonde's upcoming arrival at Krokuun.

He said to Jarod:

"I don't know if you are ready, but the war is about to break out. I brought back an ancient artifact from Mac'Aree that can hide the Vanguard army and conduct a raid.

We have one and only one goal, and that is Nasrax Fortress. We must destroy the Fel Heart before the demons disperse us, and then summon our army to land on Argus. "

"no problem!"

Jarod glanced at the map, thought about it for a few minutes, and said to his brother-in-law:

"I need half a day to adjust the orders and plans, and I will be able to mobilize the vanguard in both directions by early tomorrow morning at the latest."

"Very good, the Holy Light Legion will leave a Naaru to help us."

Blake pointed to Archbishop Mograine beside him and said:

"Their army will be commanded by the Archbishop. You can use them as the last reserve. I will go to the front line immediately and join my assassins with the Illidari. We will launch the first wave of attacks.

You continue chatting, I'll leave first. "

After saying that, Blake bowed to the angry Princess Talanji and left the command post with a weird laugh.

But he didn't go far when he felt something was slightly wrong.

He turned his head and glanced around, and quickly locked onto an Eredar death knight from the Black Crow Chapter who was walking towards the edge. Black rolled his eyes and followed suit while whistling.

The two walked one after another for a few minutes. When they arrived near the camp toilet, the death knight turned back to the pirate and showed a weird smile. He said:

"You're fine, Your Majesty the Demon of Thousand Tongues."

"Be well, my damn Dread Lord. I didn't expect that you bastard would dare to show up in front of me after provoking me."

Blake moved his fingers, and several illusions of void tentacles were about to move at the feet of the death knight. He said in a cold tone:

"Do you really think you are immortal? Mal'Ganis."

"No, no, no, it was just a mistake last time. It was just the 'normal process' of handing over the Helm of Command."

The fear lord Mal'Ganis, disguised as a death knight, waved his hand and said helplessly:

"That idiot Tichondrius asked us to provoke you. Balnazar and I can't do anything about it. After all, it is the nominal boss.

You have to believe that neither Balnazzar nor I have any doubts about your dark wisdom.

I am here to bring you good news, my dear Demon of Thousand Tongues.

The Helm of Dominance has been sent to Azeroth, and was sent to the continent of Northrend by Tichondrius himself. Perhaps in a few days, our Majesty Lothar will become the real Lich King.

This is great news for those of us who are loyal servants of the Emperor.

In addition, Balnazar asked me to tell you some news. "

The Fear Lord looked around and lowered his voice and said:

"Kil'jaeden completely handed over the leadership of the Krokuun War to Archimonde, and the Defiler summoned Malonoth and his army of abyss lords who were wreaking havoc in other star fields to help in the war.

Plus, fraudsters have set the tone for this battle.

No matter how you fight, you will definitely win. Kil'jaeden hopes to lure the enemy deeper. He hopes to have a final battle with his beloved brother Velen on his home land. "

The fear devil showed a weird smile, and said with a sneer:

"So, I would like to congratulate you in advance on your great victory."

"Well, this is great!"

Blake also had a smile on his face.

He didn't even bother to talk to the eccentric Dread Lord, and waved his hand to let him go away. After watching the slyly smiling Mal'Ganis disappear into the camp, he quickly came to the orc camp and kicked it away without ceremony. Grom Hellscream's house.

This rough appearance made the weak chief who was resting in bed roar and grab Bloodhowl to give the ignorant pirate an axe. However, before he could swing it, he heard Black say:

"Good news! Grom, you sick man, come to my senses. The guy you've been dreaming about is here! Mannoroth, the destroyer who polluted the orcs with demonic blood, is here!

The time has come for revenge and revenge.

Oh, don't get excited! Damn it, don't vomit blood, don't fall down holding your heart, are you having a heart attack? I was counting on you to help us kill it, asshole!

Where is the doctor?

doctor!

Come on, people are going to die! "