Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"The space storm that ravaged Antolan has subsided at midnight last night. The disturbed front lines of demons are filling up quickly, but compared to the central plains of the Antolan Mountains, the number of demons in the eastern mountains is still sparse.

This is our last chance. "

Just as the four draenei spaceships were carrying the last batch of seriously injured people away from the Hope Port in the Antolan Wasteland, in the Hall of Valor headquarters suspended above the mountains, the commanders of the fully armed Ashes Expeditionary Force were here. Have one last brief conversation with the headquarters.

Seeing that even Ms. Tyrande has put on a set of combat priest armor, we know that this sharp knife force organized in the past few days is ready to break into Antorus and the Burning Throne to attack the demon base camp. Final preparations for the raid.

Jarod Shadowsong, who was also wearing an elf armor, was wearing his own battle sword and pointed at the sand table in front of the commanders in front of him and said:

"Illidan's Illidari and Lord Black's Uncrowned troops have already set off in advance, and they will set up a landing on the ground for the Rainbow Bridge teleportation in the Hall of Valor.

The soldiers of the Holy Light Legion will escort Lord Eonar to the Burning Throne at the appointed time.

Lord Leiden has also focused all the energy of the Hall of Valor on this transmission. We will send the Evil Horn of this World and the prepared members of the Ashes Expedition into the heart of the devil at once!

But what happens after that is up to you, warriors. "

Beside Jarod, the old orc warlord Eitrigg also spoke:

"We will rush out of Port of Hope twenty minutes before your departure, and launch an all-out attack on the demons under the cover of the Iron Legion to attract their attention.

This battle is destined to be difficult.

But we will never take a step back until you send back the news of victory! "

The commanders of the Ashes Expeditionary Force in front of them all nodded without saying much goodbye. Everyone knew what they needed to do next.

However, Lord Bolvar, who was wearing heroic armor, looked around and asked in surprise:

"Where is Danas? Shouldn't he be sitting here at this time to help you command the army?"

"General Danas went to Macaire to take charge. He wants to assist Lord Velen in completing the deployment."

At this time, Jarod no longer hid, he said softly:

"His Majesty Velen will launch an attack on the Burning Legion in Mac'Aree at the same time as us, and that venerable prophet will undertake a very dangerous mission.

He will attract the Deceiver from its demonic palace to the Mac'Aree battlefield while you are attacking the Antoran Wasteland. Without the interference of the Deceiver, your operations in Antorus will go much smoother.

The old prophet carried out this mission with the determination to die, everyone.

Just like our state of mind at this time, the warriors who are still in the Antolan Wasteland at this time and are determined to fight against the demons to the end have put their life and death aside. "

Jarod coughed, put his elven war helmet on his head, showed a smile, then put his left hand on his chest, beat his breastplate, and said to everyone in front of him:

"If there is no end in sight, may we die a worthy death."

"I never thought I would one day say that to an elf, but..."

Princess Talanji, who was also wearing armor, was holding her Shadow Hunter war spear. She was a little ashamed, but she still straightened her back and said to Jarod:

"Although we are risking death by attacking the devil's base camp, you who stay here to attract attention are in a truly dangerous situation. May all spirits protect you, elves.

If you survive, the legend of your bravery will forever be known in the realm of the Golden Dynasty. "

"It's not like we will die, look at how unlucky you all are."

Muradin, who was holding the Ruler's Hammer, complained with his beard and glare, causing Varian Wrynn to shake his head. The young human emperor was holding a sword in his hand and carrying a sword on his back. The "double knife flow" shape looks very fashionable and trendy.

He glanced around and was about to say something to boost his morale when he heard His Highness Little Star shouting from behind him:

"Hey, warriors, before you set off, you need to take a photo so you can take it back to Azeroth for publicity. Quick! Arrange them according to their size.

Muradin, you and your niece-in-law stand at the front. Don't hide behind. Don't you have a correct understanding of your height? Lady Tyrande, stand back and look at you standing next to the dwarf like a flagpole.

Lao Niu and Maraad stand at the back. Your heads are too high. Yes, stand apart one on the left and the other on the right.

Hey, Varian, Daelin and Saurfang, leave a gap between the two of you, just enough for one person to stand, so that the photo will be better.

Should the old wolf consider becoming a werewolf? There should be more racial diversity, Kael'thas, please stop smiling. You are so handsome, you make everyone else look ugly.

Your Majesty Fa'ao, please don't stand there. If old Velen isn't here, come and take the C position.

Everyone, stand still, don't move, and smile.

Three, two, one! "

"Shua"

Before the countdown was completed, a little star wearing a dragon armor was teleported to the center of the crowd with a whoosh, and stood in a position specially reserved by a group of commanders.

She proudly stood next to the smiling Crown Prince Faol in a confident posture, holding Ms. Tyrande's arm with her left hand and placing her right hand on Muradin's shoulder.

It was like the stars holding the moon, specifically highlighting herself.

There was a soft click.

The dwarf camera accurately recorded the scene before the Ashes Expeditionary Army set off. Little Star has already made up his mind to use this photo as the cover of his next autobiography.

This sales volume must be so good that it will explode!

And when this photo is taken back to Azeroth, her fellow dragons will definitely like this unique composition, as if the little stars represent the dragon leading the Ashes Expedition.

Of course, this is the last happy moment.

After taking photos, everyone boarded the ship and prepared for the battle. When they were leaving for the final time, General Shandris Feathermoon held Jarod's hand and whispered, with a look of reluctance.

On the Evil of This World, Ms. Vashj was also commanding two heroic spirits to place a huge soul box in the hull. This strange magic item can contain the souls of the deceased for preservation.

The battlefield that the Black Crow Chapter is good at is not raiding, so among the death knights, only Lord Culotas will follow the expeditionary force to attack the Burning Throne, and the remaining death knights will stay behind to engage in large-scale wars with the demons.

In this case, the Soul Box made by Queen Azshara herself is very useful.

The mortal warriors are preparing, and the Titan guardians inside the Hall of Valor are also preparing, especially the last batch of crazy Mimiron who was teleported here, and they are trying to reactivate Odin's thinking core.

In the battlefield where the final battle to save the Titan Souls takes place, having Odin involved will definitely greatly enhance their combat effectiveness.

"Thorim, what are you doing?"

Raiden inspected the holy arsenal containing the thunder-forged bodies of the Heroic Warriors, but found the Storm Guardian Thorim here. He found that Thorim was writing something.

Then he asked out of curiosity.

The Storm Guardian raised his head and said to Raiden:

"Don't laugh when I'm writing a suicide note, Lord Leiden. I'm not stupid and want to follow the example of mortals and leave the last thing they want to say. You know, the guardians are as close as brothers, and there is nothing we can't say.

I just want to leave my apology in the halls of Ulduar before my time as a Guardian is over. "

"Huh? What does this mean?"

Leiden asked in surprise:

"What do you mean your career as a guardian is over?"

"Uh, that's right."

Thorim scratched his head and said:

"If I can survive after this battle, I want to relieve myself of the burden of being a guardian. It's not because I want to escape, but because of the things and mistakes in the past.

Although everyone has forgiven me, I know that the end of the Age of Mythology is inseparable from the war I recklessly launched, and I must be punished for doing something wrong.

I have already made an agreement with Mr. Black.

If we could go back to Azeroth, I would accept the curse of flesh he imposed and become a mortal.

I will continue to defend our world, and I will go deep into those mortal civilizations and kingdoms until I understand the nature of those lives, until I rely on my own pursuit to become a Storm Guardian again.

Just like Finna Golden Sword won the title of 'King of Courage' in a mortal body, I will also take on the same challenge.

Will you support my decision? Lord Leyden. "

"Why should I object?"

Raiden shook his head. He looked at the thundercast bodies surrounding him and whispered:

“Facts have proved that the Titan Guardians have not been able to fulfill the mission entrusted to us by the Titans. Perhaps the failure of the Guardian system is not a bad thing. Now that the age of myth is over, don’t pick it back up from the trash heap.

Your approach provides me with a good idea. Perhaps the Holy Mother of Purity will be willing to try life as a mortal with me.

We may even have a child, haha, it’s really a strange experience to think about it.

However, we must survive first. "

Raiden patted Thorim on the shoulder and said:

"Ready your weapons and perform one last sacred service to our Creator."

——

"This is it!"

Among the mountains in the Antolan Wasteland, outside the demon palace that was completely enveloped by the evil magma pouring out from the center of the earth. Among the corpses on the ground, Black leaned on the Salamani sword and attacked the surrounding Uncrowned. The hunter and the demon hunter ordered:

"Go and guard the surroundings. Don't allow any demons to come near this place before the teleportation is completed. Hey, Illidan, stop posing, come down quickly, and prepare to summon the Zenidar and the Hall of Valor.

Didn't you hear the loud shouting of killing? Hope Hong Kong has sent troops. "

"Aren't you afraid that I will go down and chop you to death?"

Illidan complained angrily.

He flapped the larger demon bat wings and fell from the sky. The supreme blade in his hand moved. It only took one surprise attack to pierce the blade into the damn pirate's neck.

Brother Egg still remembers the showdown between Malfurion and Tyrande that this bastard had on his behalf without his permission.

But Brother Dan didn't make the cut in the end.

He just maintained his cool posture and carefully checked the movements around him. Beside him and Blake, several mechanical dwarf assassins were working with Dean Lanyue to build a teleportation beacon platform.

Blake picked this place really well.

It is close to the magic steel city wall of Antorus Throne, and because it is wrapped in evil lava and surrounding hills and mountains, it is not easy to be discovered by the demons patrolling around. It is simply the best choice for Old Silver Coin to use to plot against people.

"Velan's side should have started as well. It will take some time for the news to spread, but Kil'jaeden will definitely take the bait. I can be sure of this."

Black was holding his pipe in his mouth, without any of the vigilance and seriousness of the other warriors at this time. It seemed that the fateful battle to break into the Burning Throne was just a piece of cake for him.

He rubbed his chin and said to Illidan:

"You stay here and watch, I'll go out for a while and I'll be back soon."

"Are you going out at this time?"

The great demon hunter grinned a deep and dark smile, and said meaningfully:

"Going to meet friends?"

"Yeah, friend."

The pirate nodded and said while hiding in the shadows:

"There are very important friends. Whether this big thing can happen depends on whether they are willing to help."

Before he could finish his words, Blake had already disappeared.

After he left, Illidan squatted on a sharp stone. He took out the whetstone and polished the blade of the Supreme Blade. He said to Maiev, who was holding the wheel in front of him and adjusting the state:

"I guess he went to meet those 'friends' not just for the cause of the Anti-Demon Alliance, don't you think? Maiev."

"What are you implying? Illidan."

The warden lady said coldly:

"Stop your boring curiosity. You were not like this before. It seems that Malfurion and Tyrande's acceptance has turned you back into the unlikable ADHD child you once were."

"You've had too much contact with him, and it's so uncomfortable to even talk to him."

Illidan laughed a few times.

He said:

"I don't think Blake cares at all about whether this raid can succeed. Even if we all die here, he still has his plan to fight against the demonic threat.

The reason why he acted with us is just to ensure that you don't die randomly.

Seriously, if you really love him, you should stay in Azeroth now. Do you really want him to break his heart for you? "

"My destiny is here."

Maiev didn't argue with Illidan.

She just pushed her helmet and looked at the burning demon throne in front of her. She took a deep breath and said softly:

"I have to come here. It's not that I'm as willful as other girls, but I have to come. Illidan, you don't understand the bond between me and Black at all.

You can't understand either.

In the words of my dear family, if you could understand the way we get along with each other, it wouldn’t have been so long that we couldn’t even win down a Tyrande. "

"I'm going to end this conversation."

Illidan snorted, and amid the sarcastic laughter of the Supreme Blade, he said with a wooden face:

"I shouldn't have talked to you about this in the first place."

On the other side, in the Devil's Fortress not far from the assault point chosen by Black, the pirate kicked over the brain-dead soul-killing demon stationed here. He carelessly pulled out the magic steel chair and sat on it.

When the smoke rose for the third time, the legion communicator in front of him was activated, and a sharp voice came from it:

"Connecting at this time? Are you going to kill me? Stupid pirate!"

"I apologize for interrupting your dedicated and loyal service to the Legion, my dear Lord Balnazzar."

The pirate crossed his legs in a very disgraceful and slutty posture on the table full of demon documents. He spoke in a long voice to the Dread Lord on the other end of the communicator:

"But I really have something important to inform you. You should know what kind of important task the emperor has given me this time. I am now officially informing you, Balnazar!

From now on, all the dreadlords in the Antoran Wasteland are under my command!

Your lurking career of hundreds of thousands of years is over, and it’s time to show the majesty of the Eternal One among the stars!

I command you, the loyal creatures of Emperor Denathrius and the Shadow Walkers, to step out from under the curtain and proclaim the name of the Infinite Emperor to the stupid demons!

In the name of Emperor Denathrius, I command you to donate one of the Burning Legion's most shameful defeats as a gift to the Dark Titan Lord Sargeras as your 'resignation' to the Burning Legion.

Yes, this war begins today.

I want those Titan Souls!

But don’t worry, I will personally deliver the portion that belongs to the Emperor. "