Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Charge! Charge down! Stop those damn devil cannons!"

A group of orc warriors rode on the back of the lost troll pterodactyl. The leader was a Mag'har officer. He held the iconic orc ax and shouted to the warriors behind him:

"That damn fort just destroyed seventeen of our brothers! I'm going to kill all those damn bastard gunners!"

This declaration of revenge made the blood of the orcs behind him boil.

So this group of reckless men shouted the war songs of the orcs and swept down from the sky while the light cannons were shooting at each other and the power of magic tore the sky apart.

They almost miraculously passed through the double blockade of the Great Mephit and the Fear Demon in the air, sending them into a dangerous demonic position at the cost of the Royal Pterodactyl being pierced by a dozen demon halberds at low altitude and stalling.

There are more than a dozen evil energy cannons lined up here.

These engineering artillery pieces that inherited the evil will of the Burning Legion are like living creatures with souls. They roar, swallowing the scorching fel energy shells and spraying out the rain of destruction.

Each cannonball will blast a bloody firework in the air, and the sprayed evil energy will form a dangerous smoke screen in the sky. Any life that breaks into it will be infected by evil energy.

There are more than thirty such dangerous artillery positions outside this small abandoned port.

The demons' anti-aircraft firepower is nearly unstoppable!

One-third of the first batch of dwarf flying machines that rushed over had been destroyed in less than ten minutes, and the mortal sky knights were even more seriously damaged.

This beach landing commanded by Black entered a fever pitch as soon as the battle began.

The good news is that Black's guess at Kil'jaeden's tactics was spot on, and the Deceiver indeed intended to bury all invaders in the Antoran Wastes.

The bad news is that proving this point will have absolutely no effect on the battle situation.

"kill!"

Three of the orc warriors who landed on the ground were killed by the demon's piercing force as soon as they met. The remaining four guys grabbed their weapons in disgrace. Facing the demons that were several times their number in front of them, these orcs showed no fear.

It was as if Grom Hellscream's previous sacrifice had boosted their morale, making the already violent orcs look down on life and death.

It is obviously too exaggerated to say that they are fighting for the survival of the world. It is more that the anger of revenge for their comrades has taken over.

The orcs pounced on the demon in front of them, and the three warriors used their bodies to clear a path for their commander.

The crazy orc's red eyes smashed into a group of short but cunning and vicious Gangerg demon gunners. He swung his battle ax and struck three whirlwinds, killing all these cunning but weak demons.

This artillery position was finally silenced.

After completing the fatal assault, only the orc commander was left standing in a pool of blood. He was surrounded by demon guards from all directions. It was impossible for him to get out!

But luckily, he didn't even think about rushing out.

While the halberds of the demon guards around him were inserted into his body from all directions, the orc man covered in blood laughed and raised the smoking goblin mine in his hand, and threw the dangerous thing towards the pile not far away. A pile of evil energy shells.

There was a loud bang.

Hundreds of artillery shells were detonated at the same time, sweeping away all the demons within a hundred meters, and also blasting a large crater into the high ground where death was spread.

This was a very heroic act and a brilliant victory.

But unfortunately, in this fierce battlefield, no one came here to record the achievements of these orcs, because the same thing was happening elsewhere.

In order to seize this ruins that can be used as a landing home port, the evil horn of this world has been fully mobilized.

The Demon Hunters and Watchers on the ground are pushing forward with the assistance of the Ashes Crusade, and the idiot Finna stands behind the little star with a heartless roar of joy, becoming one with the Thunder Dragon Rolling with thunder and lightning, it struck everywhere.

The elven sword in her hand was indeed a supreme weapon stained with the blood of Titans. She killed many demon commanders in just ten minutes, but this still did not help the overall battle situation at all.

If the density of demons in Krokuun is 10, then the density of demons in the Antolan Wasteland is conservatively estimated to be over 1,000. No matter how crazy the soldiers kill, the number of demons is still there.

This made Old Fording, who was leading the Holy Light Heavy Cavalry back and forth on the ground, suddenly return to the feeling of facing the swarm of insects on the battlefield in Silithus, and the demons in front of him were much more dangerous than the swarm of insects.

The hands of those who were killed will be sore, damn it!

"ah!"

The orc who had just died in the self-destruction let out a scream and opened his eyes suddenly. His mind was still stuck on the moment of his death when more than a dozen demonic halberds were inserted into his body.

The moment he woke up, he wanted to grab the weapon and fight. Then he saw his other brothers, as well as the comrades who had been killed by those demonic artillery earlier.

They woke up in a dark cabin, looked around and found that they were on the deck of a wooden ghost ship that was fixed in a metal cabin with a steel frame.

Just when they were at a loss, Princess Nag'far, wearing a very cool uniform of the Kul Tiran Navy Commander, suddenly jumped out.

She held a thick logbook in her hand, suspended in the air a few inches from the deck, and imitated her father's tone and shouted to the souls in front of her:

"I am Nagfar, the temporary recruiter of the Nagfar and the Evil of the World. You can call me sir! I will briefly tell you the situation now.

You are dead!

There is no doubt about this. They should have been collected back to the stronghold after the war and then joined the Black Crow Chapter through the death transformation ritual to become death knights and continue fighting.

This is the process that your instructor told you before you joined this expedition, and you also signed an agreement agreeing to this kind of death treatment.

But the problem is, there are no bones left of you.

Therefore, the Black Crow Chapter could not accept you, so they transferred your military status to the Navy Department of the Anti-Magic Alliance. Now I am responsible for handling your afterlife affairs! "

Nagfar briefly introduced the situation.

She looked at the souls in front of her, pointed to the ship under her feet, and said to them:

"You have also seen that the battle front is tight now, so I need you to rejoin the battlefield as temporary sailors of the Nagfar. This is your crew certificate. With it, you can stay on the hull of the Evil of this World. Own a body and move freely!

After the battle is over, your ending will be assigned according to your thoughts and will. It is up to you whether you want to stay here and continue to be a ghost sailor, or receive a pension and retire.

Now, I want to ask for the sake of process, some people are unwilling to accept this order, and some people are unwilling to return to the battlefield and choose to be a coward after death? "

"No!"

After the fierce orc commander learned that he could join the war again as a spirit, he grinned with a ferocious smile.

He straightened his back, gave a military salute to the human recruiter in front of him, and shouted:

"My team is honored to be back on the battlefield! Sir, our enemies are out there, but where are our weapons?"

"very good!"

Nagfar nodded with satisfaction and handed them a stack of temporary crew certificates that had already been made, asking them to sign their names and form a contract with the hull of the Nagfar.

Then he pointed to the deck above his head and said:

"Go up to Chief Red, who is responsible for distributing weapons to the Ghost Sailors.

Also, the rapid-fire cannon on the deck needs someone to operate it. A group of demon assassins just took advantage of the chaos to sneak into the cabin. I need you to find them!

Kill them!

Alas, no need to walk there!

You are all spirits, fly over! Go through the wall and save some time! idiot! "

——

"Why are you still here? Protect me? Do I need your protection?"

On the command bridge of the Evil of This World, Black glanced around the battlefield with a cold attitude, and then he saw the three warlocks standing beside him, which made the pirate furious.

He kicked Xie Yan on the butt and cursed:

"Go down! Use your power to bulldoze those demon bastards! The storm beacon is about to be launched, and I don't need any damn demon to interfere with this process!

And you!

What are you doing here?

Go to the battlefield and bring back a hundred demon heads each! If you can't get it back, you'll find a crooked neck tree and commit suicide. I don't need waste under my command! "

Under Black's scolding of beatings and kicks, the trio of warlocks and his demonic servants rushed out of the command bridge one by one, and were soon airborne to the place where the battle was most intense.

"I'll form the head!"

With a scream from Kanrethaad, the incarnation of Mannoroth the Destroyer appeared on the battlefield again as the earth shook.

It grabbed the malicious halberd that sealed the soul of the destroyer, and like a charging mammoth, it crushed towards the place where the demons were the most. Behind them were a group of Black's servants who were shouting and killing, and the pirates who had been recruited from all walks of life also found "one of their own" as if they were pardoned.

They like to fight with the wind. Seeing how powerful the "old timers" like the Warlock trio are, their morale is shaken. Following the arrogant and strange power of the saboteurs, they rush through the position and kill them.

However, they didn't know that the combination of the three warlocks had a time limit. Once they rushed too far, they would not be able to come back when the avatar dissipated.

But no one told them this fatal information at this critical time. Even their leader Black didn't care about the lives of these guys.

Well, that's a bit cold to say.

But you see, the noble Golden Princess is now riding her own royal triceratops and leading the divine warriors to coordinate the human emperor's cavalry charge.

You bunch of stinky pirates shouldn't pay too much attention.

"Ha! Black Shaw! Your head will be mine."

In the command cabin, a few minutes after the pirate guards were driven out, a large group of demon assassins bared their teeth and rushed toward the lonely Black.

In their opinion, this pirate will definitely die today!

And his praise will greatly enhance their status in the Ashes Expedition!

That’s right!

That's it!

As a champion of Azeroth!

They will fight to the death with those damn despicable demons of the Burning Legion here today!

"Please give the order! Supreme Commander!"

The leader of the demon assassin, who was wielding the demon sword to chop Blake to death, knelt on the ground with a thud.

When it jumped within twenty feet of Blake, the thoughts of truth surrounding it violently completed a quick "brainwashing" of its will, making it fervently hope to dedicate itself to Blake like a fraudster. everything of.

"Very good, great, you came at the right time!"

The pirate who was assassinated did not even look back. While looking at the cleared area below the battlefield, he decisively gave the order to deliver the storm beacon.

After being attacked frequently, the sparks that exploded on the energy shield rippled like a rainstorm.

The light from the firing of the crystal floating cannon created golden death rays in the air. When the burnt demon corpses fell in pieces, the bomb drop port under the spacecraft opened instantly, and black beacons appeared one after another. It was thrown to the ground below like rain.

Seeing that the storm beacon was successfully opened without any interference, the pirate let out a sigh of relief and ordered to a group of demon assassins who were kneeling on the ground behind him:

"Go to the lower cabin to find Chief Red, the fattest orc. Get five holy light grenades from him each, then lurk in the legion's position and get close to the first demon commander you encounter.

Don't hesitate to fire the grenade.

Azeroth will remember your contributions, and I will honor your bravery.

Go ahead.

Do not be afraid, children, when you melt into the Holy Light, the light of truth will shine on your path, and the Sunless Sea is your warm and eternal home.

Go ahead. "

A group of demonic assassins were given the order.

Their barren hearts felt the warmth of the void, and they rushed out of the command cabin with cheers and chaos to find Quartermaster Reid.

A few minutes later, as the first batch of Iron Legions rushed into the battlefield with the Titan flag, as Blake watched indifferently, more than a dozen bright sparks of holy light burst out on the demonic position in the distance.

Alas, it is a pity that once the power of the void is fully activated, it is an indiscriminate brainwashing attack. The pirate can destroy these demons, but the price is that the warriors behind him will also become a group of madmen shouting that the void is great.

This is not what he wants to see.

However, with the successful entry of the Iron Legion, the victory of this beach landing is already in hand.

Blake opened the command chair, leaned on it with satisfaction and smoked his pipe, admiring the violent steel warriors wielding their Titan blades and rushing into the demons' position, taking over the lines of the mortal warriors and protecting the exhausted warriors. Return to the stronghold.

I don’t know if Illidan lost his mind because he was accepted by his brother and sister-in-law. He actually named this abandoned port "Port of Hope"?

To be honest, the pirates couldn't see any hope in this miserable place.

"boom"

At the moment Blake lit his pipe, the door of the command cabin was kicked in. Dailin, covered in demon blood and minced flesh, touched her cheek and rushed in, shouting to her traitor:

"Set the ship quickly! Kurdran just told me that his gryphon knights saw a main-class starship coming this way from the Demon Shipyard in the northeast during reconnaissance!

Its target is definitely your ship. "

"Huh? Why are you running? I don't think the enhanced Evil of This World can even defeat a demon spaceship."

Blake turned his chair around and stared at Dai Lin. He looked up and down at his eager old man. He rubbed his chin and said:

"And losing the Shield of Aggramar makes you no longer suitable to charge into battle. Old man, you should be placed in a more suitable position to shine.

Let me ask you, do you like the ship under your feet? This pirate ship that once destroyed all your pride and glory. "

"I wish I could blow it up myself."

Dai Lin was so angry that she said:

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"What I mean is, I'm going to go down and stretch my hands and feet. I haven't fought with this human body for a long time. I have to find a feel for it. Do you understand what I mean?"

Blake stood up, took off the captain's hat on his head, threw it to Dai Lin, pointed to his seat, and said:

"Then, Azeroth's finest admiral, you now take command of the Evil of the World. That incoming starship is now your problem.

Let me see if your shocking art of naval warfare can still work in this devil's land.

Oh, right.

I have arranged a first mate for you, and I think she will work perfectly with you. "

As he spoke, the pirate shouted to the side, and the cheering Princess Mononoke jumped to her father's side with a swoosh, resting her head on Black's shoulder and nuzzling her like a kitten.

Blake rubbed the head of his good daughter Nagfar, pointed at old Dai Lin who was wearing a captain's hat in front of him, and said to Princess Mononoke beside him:

"Be good and call me grandpa."

"ha?"

"Um?"