Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The demons have gone crazy.

Despite losing the command of the Deceiver and the Commander-in-Chief Council, the command system was destroyed by the Nasrezim who jumped on the battlefield, resulting in the various demon armies on the battlefield being unable to communicate with each other at all.

But seeing that the mountain of the Burning Throne, which is the heart of Argus, has begun to collapse, and there is a disgusting holy light constantly shining in the dim sky. As long as the demons are not blind, they will know what is happening.

The lack of scheduling makes it difficult for them to rush to the holy land shaped by the Dark Titan in an orderly manner to support them, but it is not a bad thing not to have annoying command constraints.

This means that the demons can finally unleash the cruelty and violence in their soul instincts.

Wherever the enemy is, they will go.

The enemy attacks everywhere, and they fight back everywhere.

In enjoying the frenzied, noisy and chaotic lively fights, they beat down all those damn enemies. Demons are never afraid of challenges, and they don't even care about victory or defeat.

All they want now is massacre!

Under the chaotic demonic frenzy, the Iron Legion teleported from Ulduar has been almost exhausted.

Although these Titan warriors killed demons several times their size before shutting down, such killings only stimulated the crazy demons to launch continuous attacks on the powerful invaders in a crazy manner.

To be honest, the casualty ratio and consumption rate of the devils on the battlefield are enough to make any commander of any civilization die suddenly on the spot. What they should do now is to retreat and start fighting again after re-dividing the battle order.

But the demons' single-minded violent style became their advantage at this moment. Just like a mad dog that saw blood, they didn't care about their own situation at all. They would never take a step back until they completely killed the enemy.

If it weren't for the swarm of insects commanded by the ancient sages who stepped forward at the critical moment, the large army behind to buy time for the Ashes Expeditionary Army would have been completely defeated by the wave of demons.

But the situation is still not optimistic.

The numerical superiority of the swarm is meaningless in the Antolan Wastes, the holy land of demons.

Except for special elite troops such as mantids, crypt lords, and swarm lords, which can compete with demons with eye-catching casualty ratios, ordinary Qiraji, even if they are enhanced with the genes of the Yaqir Empire, cannot compete with demons at all. It's a draw.

The two sides are not at the same level of life forms at all, and the Yaqir Empire is far from growing enough to compete with the violent demon army.

Xal'atath has ordered the swarm to enter the most violent offensive.

Even the insect queens who lay eggs are required to work hard to survive. The eggs will be put into the corpses of fallen demons on the battlefield by worker insects to hatch quickly. They will be sent to the battlefield before they can grow into adults.

This is already squeezing the last vitality of these insect swarms to ensure that their numbers can withstand the devil's attack.

The critical situation at the moment forced the wounded who had retreated to grab their weapons and go into battle again. Even the commanders, Jarod Shadowsong and Pope Faol, had already raised their swords.

Well, by the way, the attitude of the old man Faao when he waved his war hammer to purify the demons was quite general-like.

No worse than the paladins who guarded him, and often the old man Faao had to swing his hammer to rescue his guards, not knowing who was protecting whom.

Tsk tsk, I can only say that Azeroth has its own national conditions here.

"Look, the Burning Throne is collapsing. Our warriors have defeated the evil heart of the Legion! Hold on, brothers, hold on until the last moment!"

Jarod was holding a severed demon's head in his hand, standing at the entrance of the Port of Hope that had been blown up by the demon, and his mute voice encouraged the morale of the surrounding warriors.

But the encouraging effect is very poor.

It's not that the soldiers were frightened by demons, it's just that one-third of the soldiers defending here have become "freshly baked" undead.

These new death knights have no such thing as "morale" at all.

They were just silently and methodically arranging their weapons and armor, and some were receiving stitches from the psychic master's body. Once the Black Crow Regiment, who was fighting fiercely on the front line, needed them to go into battle, these dead people would go to the battlefield without hesitation.

The Hall of Valor suspended above Hope Harbor continuously opens the Rainbow Bridge every five minutes, sending those heroic spirits who were recycled into the Hall of Valor by the golden Valkyrie and regained their thundercast bodies into the battlefield.

Odin's holy arsenal prepared for this battle has been emptied by two-thirds, and it is difficult for the remaining thundercast bodies to last until the end of this battle.

Moreover, the Hall of Valor itself was constantly being attacked by demons flying around in the sky, and the golden Valkyrie responsible for air defense also suffered heavy casualties.

"Look at the battlefield before you. Demons and spirits and mortal warriors kill each other in rage, while the soul of the Creator waits to be saved by the warrior.

This is Odin's prophecy!

This is the legendary Twilight of the Gods!

Great, I participated in this battle, and I will become a legend among the vrykul! "

The Supreme Shieldmaiden Heya, who was receiving treatment in Hope Harbor, was holding her war spear and blood-stained shield. The bellicose Vrykul had already charged three times on the battlefield. Her war bear was killed, and her The storm dragon was pulled into the ground by the demon and torn into flesh and blood. Even she herself was blinded by the demon poison in one eye during the fierce battle.

Heya now wrapped a sacred purified bandage around her head to prevent the injury from getting worse, but her face was still filled with fighting spirit.

However, for an extremely belligerent shield girl to say such slightly fearful and emotional words fully proves the brutality of this battle. They are already in such a miserable state as support in the rear. It is really hard to imagine what kind of desperate situation those Ash Vanguards who brazenly invaded the Burning Throne must be in now.

"Look! Look there!"

Just when Heya took a big gulp of a barrel of ale, and was full of energy as if she had regained her health, she was about to lead the remaining half of the shield maidens to fight here. The dragon eagle was driving above and kept shooting at the bright ranger who was harvesting people's heads. Duren Brightwing pointed into the distance and shouted:

"Tree of Life! The great Creator is escaping from the demon's lair. She is leaving the Antolan Wasteland! The pioneers' rescue was successful! The Titan Soul has been rescued!"

This is certainly good news.

But it has been difficult to have any impact on the current battle situation, because the soldiers are very tired, and they now eagerly hope that this endless battle will end quickly.

Probably aware of the dilemma on the rear battlefield, on top of the Zenidal, which temporarily carried the souls of the four Titans to the outside world, Lord Eonar, the Life Titan, also left Antorus with his last bit. The power was thrown towards the warriors.

The breath of life spreads down like green light rain.

Any mortal who comes into contact with these light rains will have their fatigue and pain washed away in an instant, while those demons who are hit will scream and feel as if they have been doused with sulfuric acid.

But before the coalition soldiers could cheer for this miracle of war, a red meteor tore through the sky and hit the battlefield in the Antolan Wasteland.

When it hit the ground, it shattered the ground covered with corpses. When the dark giant stood up with the burning giant blade in the trembling earth, the demon that had just been repulsed roared and rushed again.

Haha, the evil spirit has arrived!

The big demons can form an aura of control and command over the lower demons.

With the rank of Aggramar, a serious god of evil energy, the moment he appeared on the scene, all the demons in Antolan seemed to have taken a collective drug.

This was very similar to the ancient sages' dark strengthening of the insect swarm, which allowed the demons to break through the defense lines in all directions almost instantly. Even the violent insect swarms were reversely broken by the rushing demons.

When I saw Aggramar appear, the Zenidar carrying the Tree of Life had just left Antorus. Amid the roar of the spacecraft pilot, the spacecraft tried its best to lift off to avoid Aggramar's attack. attack.

The gray Naruzlali, who was escorting the Titan Souls on the spaceship, was even prepared to die heroically like Zeira, but it was beyond their expectations.

Aggramar didn't even look at the spaceship carrying the Tree of Life. The moment he appeared, he rushed towards the crumbling throne of Antorus with his flaming giant sword.

He was anxious.

I don’t know how many stupid and unlucky demons I trampled to death along the way, but no one dared to question this.

"Can't let Him pass!"

On board the Zenidar spacecraft, the gray-white Naruzlali scolded the spacecraft's operators with a irritability that was completely unbecoming of a creature of the Holy Light:

"It's over when he gets past Black, fire! Fire immediately!"

After a few seconds, the Holy Light Judge below the spacecraft began to recharge. With Aggrama's mountain-like figure, there was no need to worry about whether the shot would miss.

The bright beam of light cut through the dark sky like a sharp blade and shot straight towards Aggramar. The fallen titan who was slashing at the collapsed Antorus peak with his sword quickly turned around and blocked his burning sharp blade like a shield. In front of you.

The beam of supreme holy light was deflected by Taisalak's sword and blasted towards the rear battlefield. In an instant, it shattered the earth and caused the scorching evil magma to scatter and collapse, creating a scene of doomsday collapse.

The demons were howling almost crazy.

They cheer for the power of their gods.

Although the fallen titan didn't say a word, the demons scattered everywhere seemed to have received the supreme oracle, no matter what they were doing, they abandoned the things in front of them and ran towards the collapsed mountain of Antorus.

"He is still the same as before, always knowing what to do in any situation."

Lord Eonar's tired voice echoed in the Zenidar. The Life Titan watched the Fallen Titan raise his sword again. She knew that Aggramar had felt the provocation and obstruction from the Titan Soul.

The former guardian knew very well that the cosmic souls of his compatriots had escaped.

Aggramar knew that it was impossible for him to enter the heart of the world that was being swallowed by the void so smoothly, let alone to protect the smooth birth of Argus the Destroyer.

Unless, He fights with his brothers here, just like Sargeras destroyed the Pantheon in the world of Nayland.

He also died in that battle.

Unfortunately, His luck was not as good as Eonar's.

"Brothers, I know you are all tired."

The Titan of Life spread out her branches eloquently, and her gentle words echoed around the Tree of Life. She said:

"But now we must devote what little strength we have left to the cause of the mortal warriors."

"They have unleashed the Old Gods to devour Argus, Eonar."

The mysterious titan, Dreamweaver Norgannon, responded in a low voice:

“I don’t know why you would allow such a terrible thing to happen, but I am certain that the growth and civilization development of these warriors born among mortals have deviated from the perfect blueprint of the Pantheon.

They've been corrupted by the Void, look at them, they're fighting alongside an Old God, charging and retreating under the cover of the swarm.

I sincerely appreciate what these warriors have done for us, but...

I."

"We just saved you! Bastard!"

When Norgannon said this, His Highness Little Star, who was "resting" on the Zenidal, didn't like hearing it.

The Blue Dragon Princess jumped out of nowhere, spread her wings and flew in the air, shouting loudly at the four Titan souls on the swaying Tree of Life amidst the splashing thunder:

"You, the creators, are not even as good as goblins! At least goblins know how to give a few coins as a token gesture when facing their saviors.

We have paid so much sacrifice and price to save you, now we just need you to delay for a while and you are all gibbering! To hell with your perfect blueprint!

Poor dogmatist Norgannon!

Take a look here!

Look at your feet, we are the ones rushing to the demon world to rescue you now! Where are the ‘warriors’ of the world that exists according to your perfect blueprint?

Oh, I forgot, I'm sorry, the perfect world in the eyes of all Titans has been destroyed by demons. I heard that the 'perfect' descendants of those Titans did not even dare to resist Sargeras when faced with the demon attack.

It turns out you know nothing!

So shut up! "

Little Xingxing screamed and cursed with full force:

"You are just a bunch of blind reptiles. Even a blue dragon like me feels pathetic for having a creator like you! I don't care!

You have to help me with this task today, and you have to help me even if you don’t!

If something happens to Captain Stinky, see if I don't burn your broken tree! All of them, heartless! No wonder he can't defeat Sargeras, Sargeras also knows how to protect demons.

what about you? "

Little Xingxing's words were entirely because she was irritated by the Titan's doubts. Of course, part of the reason was because she was a little anxious when she saw Aggramar aggressively trying to trouble the captain.

But this scolding strangely did not attract any refutation from the Titan Soul. Of course, it was not because Little Star's threat of burning the tree frightened the Titans. Looking at the swaying of the branches, it was clear that the Titans were discussing plans.

A few seconds later, as Aman'Thul's spirit body appeared in the sky with the support of the Eye of Aman'Thul, Little Star knew that it was done!

She cheered and hid beside the Titan Souls who appeared one after another, spraying thunder sparks at Aggramar provocatively, and when the Titans were really about to fight, she greased her soles and rushed towards the demons who were currently surrounded. Block the attack from the ruins of the Burning Throne.

Just when she was about to approach the battlefield and prepare to exhale, Sephiel's scolding suddenly sounded from the evil trumpet in the sky:

"No, little Xingxing, come back quickly! It's going to be bombed there, come up! You'll be melted."

"ah?"

The Blue Dragon Princess, who had just scolded the Titans righteously and angrily, stopped suddenly in the air. When she looked up, she found that the bomb bay below the Evil of the World had been opened, and there was something very familiar to her hanging in it.

The appearance of this thing made Xiaoxing's hair stand on end for a moment.

"Oh my god!"

The stupid blue dragon turned into thunder and rushed into the sky with a whoosh. When it landed on the deck of the Evil of this World in human form, it happened to see a group of tauren, elves and others retreating to the deck through the portal that was difficult to open. Troll warriors.

It was extremely miserable, and everyone was injured.

Even a strong man like Lao Niu was carried back by Malfurion and Illidan. Even before he lost strength and passed out, Kane was still holding on to his war hammer.

Tyrande was a little confused about the sudden order to retreat. She covered the wound on her arm and walked to the front of the deck. She stood next to Maiev who was squatting there and resting. She asked softly:

"What is the 'secret weapon' that Black said? We have all withdrawn, can the remaining people be able to stop so many demons? The human emperor is still there.

What if something happens to him?"

"Then it's best that nothing happens to him."

Maiev said in a cold tone:

"I'm not in the mood to talk to you right now, Tyrande, but I need something from you."

"Um?"

The High Priest of the Moon glanced at Maiev in surprise, and she said:

"what would you like?"

"Snapped"

Maiev's hand latched onto Tyrande's wrist for a moment, and a black moon appeared behind Ms. Warden. Tyrande fell to her knees with a twitching expression.

The power of the moon god in the high priest's body is being absorbed by Maiev using a technique that Blake will definitely be very familiar with.

"Bear with it, Tyrande."

Maiev stared at the burning hills below and said hoarsely:

“I’m not going to take it all, I’m going to leave you a little bit, and it’s going to take a lot out of you and you’re probably going to have to rest for decades to recover, but I’m going to apologize.

If we can meet again. "

PS:

The extra update is tomorrow. It has always been the 11th or the 21st. This is the old rule.