Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The main force of the anti-demon coalition who came to Argus at super-light speed to support the battle were confused as soon as they got off the ship.

In their imagination, Argus should be in a scorched doomsday world, fighting a life-and-death battle with a group of crazy demons roaring against the background of the strange steam rising from the evil magma and the green sun shining from the sky and the earth. A tragic battle.

They were extremely sure that they would get a brutal war on Argus that was rare among the stars. They were fully prepared for this and everyone left a suicide note.

It can be said that these guys thought they were dead before they came here.

Some emotional guys even held funerals for themselves in advance.

But the fact is that there is indeed a scorching doomsday world in front of them, and there is indeed the vicious magma they imagined and a sky full of green evil light. There are also some demons wandering in the wasteland.

But other than that, everything in front of them was completely different from the war the soldiers imagined.

What they saw was a grand banquet being held on the battlefield that had calmed down even though there was still smoke. The surviving forerunners were surrounding a long table built with the remains of magic mechas, and the funeral of the Vrykul. Eat and drink like a banquet.

Barrels of wine were placed aside, and the bandaged pandaren monks were barbecuing in the open air.

The dwarves and the orcs were drunkenly fighting, and even the elves, who had always been reserved, let loose and danced with the drunken Draenei little hooves under the light of the bonfire.

Facing the bewildered main soldiers who were fully armed and full of fighting spirit, the survivors celebrating their victory loudly shouted at them to come over to the banquet and told them loudly.

There are no more wars in Krokuun.

You are late.

It's over.

Hahaha, we are really awesome, right?

Of course, the arrival of the main force is a good thing no matter what. After all, after experiencing a great battle, almost everyone in the advance army was injured. Facing the demons who were fleeing in all directions, they were unable to pursue them and could only leave it to their exhausted morale. However, the Croku Breakers, whose combat power was very average, came to hunt down the enemy's remnants.

Although the demons have been dispersed, there is still a risk of them gathering again when they recover from their failure. Therefore, cleaning up these dangerous factors has become the first task after the arrival of the main force.

As for the guys who are drinking Dadan, they will be transferred to Macaire, which is safer and has a better environment, to recuperate after the defense change.

Although the soldiers of the Anti-Demon Alliance were a little disappointed when faced with this scene that made them laugh and cry, they quickly integrated into this grand banquet held in the name of victory.

Although I have been prepared to die in this battle, it is a good thing to be able to push back the date of death. By the way, I am listening to these guys who have obviously experienced a terrible war bragging. Relaxed before the war.

In this lively atmosphere, the noble Princess Talanji rubbed her eyes and came to the table under the protection of several guards. She felt that she urgently needed to take a rest.

She had just finished conducting a ritual ceremony for the war dead. This was the strangest ceremony that the Golden Princess had ever conducted as a priest of Loa.

Mainly when she was reciting tender and sad prayers, those war dead who should have been commemorated stood expressionlessly in front of everyone's grave to say goodbye to her.

They didn't think there was anything wrong with this sacrifice, and they came specifically to thank the Golden Princess for condescending to host the ceremony for them, but Princess Talanji couldn't adapt to it.

She felt she needed to slow down.

As soon as she drank a few glasses of wine, she saw the dark prophet Zul and other big shots who came to the camp surrounded by the troll Loa warriors.

Compared to the other somewhat surprised leaders in the crowd, Dark Prophet Zul was very calm. The troll's old face still wore his signature mysterious smile with a hint of insight.

It was as if he had predicted everything that happened in Krokuun on the spaceship.

"Little Talanji, I have brought you a letter from your father."

The Dark Prophet smiled and accepted the humble prayers of some troll warriors around him. He casually gave troll-style blessings to these warriors who survived the cruel war, and sat down opposite the Golden Princess amid their cheers. on the chair.

He looked at the entire military camp and said to the Golden Princess:

"Your father requires you to return to Azeroth immediately. As the sole legal heir of the Troll Empire, staying in Argus for a long time is too dangerous for your identity and status.

If something goes wrong with you, the empire that is about to be unified will not be able to bear it. "

"I won't go back, at least not now."

The Golden Princess, who had personally experienced the battle of Crokuun and killed several demons with her own ritual spear during the battle, now spoke much more powerfully.

Her Royal Highness's style changed slightly to that of the rough warriors around her.

While grabbing a large wine glass and toasting to Commander Delaney not far away, he played with the demon head accessory he had just made in his hand, and said to the dark prophet opposite in a serious tone:

“Before I came here, before I participated in the war, I thought that I could just take a gilded turn in the disaster world of Argus and return to my safe and warm palace.

But once I got involved and got my first memorable win, I changed my mind.

My dear Zul, I must continue to move forward with the coalition forces. I must set foot in the heart of the Burning Legion and see with my own eyes the moment of our victory in the terrible wasteland of Antoran.

That will be the best gift I can give to my upcoming career as queen. I need a shocking victory as my coronation glory as before.

But I deeply realize that just watching all this is not enough. "

Having said this, Princess Talanji glanced at the young emperor Varian Wrynn, who was putting down his arrogance as an emperor and casually sitting by the campfire and drinking heavily with the soldiers at the invitation of a group of human veterans.

She was silent for a few seconds, and then said to Zul, who was staring at her with bright eyes:

“All this will end, prophet, no matter how difficult or dangerous the era is, it will end, but after crossing the end, our lives and our stories will continue.

The postwar world.

I mean, if we can survive the demons' devastating counterattack, in that new era that opens in the name of victory, the Troll Empire will face challenges that it has never faced in countless years.

The human emperor, the dwarven mountain king, the Azshara dynasty that is about to rise again, and even the united centaur barbarians, the next era must be the era of outstanding people!

But my father is now asking me to leave the battlefield on the eve of the decisive battle, asking me to stay away from the most glorious achievement that I may achieve in this life, and asking me to withdraw from the opportunity to fight alongside these outstanding men.

He was asking me to be a less eminent and more settled queen. "

The golden princess smiled disdainfully.

An arrogant and confident smile that she had never seen before bloomed on Talanji's face. She slammed the wine glass on the table and said to the smiling dark prophet in a disrespectful tone:

"My father is old!

He was content to be the chieftain of the Zandalari trolls but had no idea how to rule a complex empire, while I was grabbing and learning the first things a ruler should do.

I want to establish my own majesty. Your Majesty the Prophet, do you also want to stop me from grabbing this precious knowledge? "

“It’s wonderful!”

The Dark Prophet laughed and clapped his hands. He nodded with satisfaction, took something out of his arms, and handed it to Princess Talanji who looked surprised.

He said:

"Come, take this scepter of all spirits!

Your Highness, from now on, you are the true commander of the Troll Empire in this battle. In addition, your father is not old, at least he is not so dim that he cannot see the changes in the world. "

Zul said with a smile:

"I have brought all the divine warriors that the empire can gather for you in this short period of time, and I have also brought the inevitable mainstay of the future troll empire as your think tank.

If you want to make great achievements and win yourself a century of merit, then use them to your heart's content.

Let me introduce you to Vol'jin.

He is the most outstanding young man I have ever seen in my life. He once served as His Majesty Varian's assistant for foreign affairs and personally planned the destruction of the evil god tribes in Stranglethorn Vale.

He has deep and valuable connections in the Eastern Continent, and he is also my personally chosen successor.

After my death, Vol'jin will be the next candidate to be the Dark Prophet and Chancellor of the Empire. "

The Dark Prophet waved and asked a young troll behind him to come forward. From the tattoos on his body, it was easy to tell that this restrained young troll belonged to the Shadow Hunter of the Darkspear clan.

Princess Talanji looked up and down at this young man who didn't look outstanding, and then she heard the dark prophet's last words:

"Of course, with my recommendation, your father has agreed, and Wo'jin will become your fiancé."

"What?"

The Golden Princess was so furious that she almost stuck the scepter in her hand on the old prophet's face.

I told you to make great achievements, but you want me to go on a blind date on the battlefield?

Are you old guys crazy?

Also, the weight of this all-spirit scepter is not right, it doesn’t seem to be the real thing!

Are you trying to fool me with fake goods?

What a courage! ——

While the noble golden princess was being forced into marriage by the old men, in the command post, Tyrande and Malfurion, as well as Velen and Faol, were standing next to Jarod Shadowsong and Shandris. Yuyue and the others were beside them.

These two unlucky mandarin ducks were sneak attacked by the ungrateful Archimonde in the previous battle.

A vicious curse was placed on Jarod that tortured his body and mind. Shandris sacrificed her life to save him, but she was also implicated.

The curse imposed by a big demon through a sneak attack cannot be lifted by ordinary priests. It is so troublesome that even Tyrande finds it difficult.

But before they came, Black had already provided emergency medical treatment to his brother-in-law and his lover, and the power of the Gentle Void protected their souls from evil.

"They must be returned to Mount Hyjal."

Malfurion Stormrage, whose body was covered with beastly features like an "orc", stroked his long beard decorated with flowers, and said to the commanders beside him in a serious tone:

"Such a curse requires rest and immersion in the holiest moonwell to avoid deterioration. In the evil-filled environment of Argus, it is difficult for them to truly recover."

"But Lord Jarod is our commander!"

General Maraad said hesitantly:

"The victory of this war depends entirely on his commanding skills and his personal charisma that can unite all forces. If he leaves, the united coalition may fall into division again.

Now that the decisive battle in the Antolan Wasteland is about to begin, this is really not good news.

Moreover, Lord Black promised us that he predicted that the pain of Commander Jarod and General Shandis would soon be relieved and healed. "

"Did the black prophet say that?"

Malfurion hesitated when he heard this.

He looked at his wife. Tyrande was holding her adopted daughter's cold hand affectionately.

Her eyes were full of motherly tenderness and concern, and she whispered Elune's name, hoping that the moon god would protect poor Shandris from suffering this pain.

Just when everyone was worried about the injuries of the coalition commander, Blake, who was out "hunting", carried a bunch of processed demon heads and Shi Shiran walked in accompanied by Little Xingxing in explorer costume. Headquarters.

He saw the Malfurion couple at a glance, so he looked at the little star next to him. The next second, the two actors immediately put on sad expressions, and Black rushed to Malfurion's side with a long voice. .

He said sadly:

"I'm sorry, Lord Malfurion, I failed to take good care of your brother."

"What?"

The archdruid's face changed slightly.

He held Blake's wrist with his backhand and asked sternly:

"What happened to Illidan? I didn't see him or his demon hunters all the way. What happened to them?"

"Lord Illidan, he's dead."

Next to the pirate who was speechless in pain, the drama star Little Xingxing wiped away her tears and said:

“In order to protect us, he challenged the powerful Destroyer and helped Grom Hellscream kill the big-ass demon, but then he encountered Archimonde’s shameless sneak attack.

Illidan said that he would dedicate everything he had to Azeroth, so... so he... Wow, I can't go on, Captain, go on. "

"Shua"

Black drew out the Warglaive of Azzinoth with his backhand, holding the "relic" of Illidan Stormrage in both hands, and said to the archdruid who had numbed his claws and widened his eyes in a gesture of announcing his funeral:

"This is what we recovered from the battlefield. It is his only remaining relic. He was so miserable. His heart was broken and his body was torn apart by Archimonde. We buried him on the battlefield according to his last wish. .

On his deathbed, he asked me to tell you that although he has been causing trouble for you and although the relationship between your brothers is not good, he is still very grateful to fate for giving him a good brother.

He asked me to apologize to you and also asked you to take good care of Ms. Tyrande. Woohoo. "

Originally.

Everyone knew the stinky pirate's tendency to talk nonsense, and even Malfurion thought it was just a prank.

But after seeing with his own eyes the warblade of Azzinoth, which his brother never left and was so recognisable, the archdruid could no longer bear the grief of losing a loved one in his heart.

The staff of natural wrath in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, and he took the "relic" handed over by Blake. Unbearable tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and he turned around and squatted there in pain and restraint.

He knew that as a commander he could not show such sadness, but the news of Illidan's death was indeed like a bomb that made him mentally and physically exhausted.

"you're lying!"

While the archdruid was overwhelmed by grief, Tyrande Windspeaker, who had always shown he didn't care about Illidan, broke out. The Moon Priest stood up, pointed at Black's nose and shouted:

"How could Illidan die here? I don't believe it! That man who never admits defeat, how could he... Oh my God, God of the Moon is above me."

Tyrande soon ran out of words.

Because Blake flipped his fingers and took out a mediocre dried yellow flower and placed it in front of the High Priest of the Moon.

When she saw the little yellow flower, Tyrande's body went limp and collapsed on the ground. She was supported by the priest beside her with quick eyes and hands. Her tears burst out of her eyes, and then she covered them again. He grimaced to prevent his weak sobs from being heard by others.

However, this thing that Illidan regarded as a treasure during the dark time of being imprisoned for ten thousand years actually ended up in Black's hands.

Maybe, probably, maybe, the Dark Walker Illidan Stormrage, who never admits defeat and will do anything to win, is really dead, right?

Elune is here.

This bitter parting came so suddenly, like a cruel dream.