Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The throne of Antorus is collapsing, collapsing from the inside out. The buildings built on the mountain first collapse like demolition and blasting, and then the base of the majestic but gloomy building also collapses inward like quicksand. Collapse.

In addition to the "engineering competition" between Mimiron and Kingaros that constantly triggers various destructive weapons to fight each other, the main reason for this process is from the underground.

To be precise, it is the rift connecting the Burning Throne to the Heart of the World.

The huge vibrations were transmitted upward from under the rift valley, which not only stimulated the hot evil magma to erupt outwards in the cracks in the ground like a volcano, but also expanded the rift valley bit by bit, like an abyss in the darkness. Things are climbing out of their underground cages.

Those Ash Vanguard soldiers who were retreating from the Burning Throne could even see strange black tentacles moving in some places with serious cracks.

The disappointing things are like branches growing out of the ground. Most of their barbed and horny skins have traces of magma burns. They don't make any more attacks after protruding from the ground. The body swayed like a snake in place, and the blue eyes popped out from the top of the tentacles and looked outward.

This scene is very much like the periscope of a submarine working, but it is indeed very scary, especially for those warriors who have participated in the battle to expel the ancient gods.

They know better than anyone what the appearance of this thing means.

But to be honest, the appearance of these tentacles is not a bad thing for the escapees.

They were chased by elite demons who far outnumbered them and retreated from the throne that had begun to collapse. If there was no obstacle, given the miserable condition of this group of wounded soldiers, it would be difficult for them to survive the extremely vicious demons. Escaped from the pursuit.

However, after the appearance of these strange eyeball tentacles, the Ashes Expeditionary Army, which had been in desperate situation, gained a glimmer of life.

"Go that way!"

The idiot Finna, who was leading the wounded soldiers to fight and retreat, saw those strange tentacles appearing on the broken road ahead, and immediately changed the direction with the warriors behind her.

While holding her sharp sword and slashing the demons blocking her way, she shouted to the sneaky tentacles in front of her:

"Brother! Help!"

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Hearing Fenner's scream, the tentacle swaying in front of him suddenly curved into a question mark shape. The tentacle's eyeballs turned around and saw Fenner rushing over, and it suddenly showed helpless eyes.

But it didn't refuse help.

As the remnant warriors passed through the collapsed and broken trail, with the eyeball tentacles as the center of the circle, they began to continuously spread out reverberating and intertwined thoughts of truth.

Any demon that gets close to this tentacle will start killing each other, but this thing has no "friendly damage immunity", so while the demons are going crazy, the remnants of the soldiers who have retreated have also been eroded by their will.

However, when the Ashes Expeditionary Army was formed, each member was issued a Sin Monument, which helped them barely block the psychic attacks of the Demon of Thousand Tongues, uh, no, the Silent One.

This allowed them to follow Fenner and quickly retreat to the front hall area of ​​the throne while talking nonsense, which was the cliff platform that was previously defended by Kargas Bladefist.

All the Shattered Hand orcs who drank blood for the second time were dead. The ground was covered with demon corpses, and half-kneeling in the sea of ​​​​blood on the mountain of corpses was the body of an orc chief covered in blood.

The former tormentor Kargath Bladefist was still chopping when he died in the battle. His brutal bladefist, which was famous in both worlds, had been cut into pieces, and the final impact point of the brutal weapon was The big head of a demon.

Blade Fist's death was quite miserable.

There were several fel halberds stuck in his body, and there were scars from being hit by fel cannons, but the old gladiator still had the crazy smile of a perverted sadist on his face before he died, as if he was sarcastically and Laughing at this miserable world.

"Quick! Taurens, draenei, elves and trolls come here!"

When Fenner withdrew the remaining soldiers, the armies on other fronts were already in formation here as long as they were not completely wiped out, because the stone bridge leading to the periphery had long been shattered, and the ice bridge created by the caster was already on the ground. It collapsed in the tremors that shook the mountain.

They were trapped in a desperate situation.

The warriors of the Holy Light Legion threw the beacons they carried on the ground and opened the way to the sky.

But Captain Faria did not allow all the surviving wounded soldiers to enter. On the contrary, she was very strict and only required warriors of a specific race to return to Zenidal and the Evil of this World.

This almost immediately aroused dissatisfaction among the soldiers.

There were more than 2,000 pioneers who rushed into the Burning Throne to rescue the Titan Soul, but now that the Titan Soul has been rescued, there are only less than 1,000 warriors left alive.

Even counting the warriors who were resurrected by Lord Kutalos Ravencrest, there were at most 1,300 people. Those who survived were all injured and everyone was exhausted.

Why do you bastards still treat me differently in such a fatal situation?

What's going on?

The lives of tauren, elves and trolls are lives, but the lives of us humans, dwarves, gnomes and vrykul are not lives? As for those greenskins.

Well, the greenskins are dead and no one cares.

"My soldiers must retreat immediately!"

Emperor Varian, who was covered in blood, strode forward and was not polite. He carried the unconscious gray-haired Jean on his back, and shouted to Captain Faria with a ferocious expression:

"They are heroes of both worlds! They sacrificed to save the Titan Soul! I will not allow them to be abandoned like this! Send them to that damn ship!"

"right!"

Muradin also waved two warhammers and shouted:

"Don't force us to take action, Holy Light Little Hooves!"

"You are all a bunch of idiots!"

Captain Faria touched the blood stains on her face, she held up half of the broken spear and cursed:

"Which of you saw that we were going to abandon you? I don't know why this order was given, but it was a plan made in advance by the headquarters.

Your human General Danath Trollbane also agreed to this arrangement, so what fire is directed at them! We're not running away either! asshole.

We have been fighting the devil with you until now, and you actually doubt us like this? "

"Then why are our warriors left to face the mad demon?"

Saurfang also said indifferently:

"We don't mind staying behind, but you must at least make it clear in advance."

"That's enough! Get back!"

While a group of commanders were arguing, Old Dailin limped over, pushed Varian and Muradin back, and glared at the orcs.

He scolded:

“This is a top-secret combat plan, leaving us as a specific race because only we, the Titan race, can accept the next ‘enhancement’.

Other races don't have Titan genes, they will be 'melted'. "

"Huh? Enhancement? Why don't I know what other enhancements are there? If there is one, why don't you use it at the beginning of the battle?"

Saurfang blinked in surprise, but Dailin was not in the mood to answer a greenskin's question, so he was already giving him a lot of face by not giving him a few blows.

The orc warlord looked back at the demons rushing from all directions, and then glanced in front of the throne battlefield. From this height, he could clearly see charging demons everywhere around the throne.

Good guy!

Those violent bastards seemed to have received some damn order, and all the demons on the battlefield began to attack Antorus.

They are so violent that they seem to have been blessed by the power of darkness to become stronger and more ruthless, and their god of darkness, Aggramar, is fighting the Titan spirits on the distant battlefield.

Aggramar is haunted.

But looking at the way he fights furiously, the weak Titan spirit body may not be able to stop him for long.

"Stop arguing, we want to stay here!"

The idiot Fenner took a few breaths, then jumped up to the commanders. She pointed at the rapidly collapsing mountain behind her and said to the others:

"We have to protect our brother here until his devouring is completed. That is our only chance to defeat Aggramar and then enter the victory!"

"Your brother?"

Emperor Varian looked back at the collapsed palace suspiciously. He could see some strange tentacles swaying in the ruins. Thinking of Blake's famous name "The Demon with a Thousand Tongues", he felt young at this moment. The emperor also seemed to have seen some terrible truths.

He did not intend to continue to struggle with this issue, but asked in a low voice:

"Why are we protecting him? Or to put it more bluntly, what are we doing now?"

Fenna glared at him, perhaps because she felt that Varian was really a mother-in-law and not generous at all, but she saw that both dwarves and orcs were looking at her at this time, eager for an answer.

The idiot warrior thought for a while and said briefly:

"We are creating our own 'god'! In this way, we don't have to expect the mercy of the fallen titan. My brother said that it is stupid to pin everything on the kindness of the enemy.

Anyway, we have to buy time for Black here.

We must block the incoming demons, no matter how many there are. If Aggramar is also coming, then we must block him too! "

"We can't stop it! Girl."

Muradin took out a dwarf pipe angrily. He leaned on his King of the Mountain Warhammer and said:

"We only have a small number of people. Once those violent demons surround us, we will be overwhelmed by the demons without Aggramar's crushing attack.

If he needed us to help him stall for time, he should have brought more people here beforehand. "

"No! We can stop it! We must stop it!"

Dai Lin expressionlessly raised her head to look at the evil trumpet above her head.

A bunch of teleporting lights were lighting up on the deck of the ship, and all the non-Titans in the vanguard were sent into it.

The remaining Titan warriors stood on this small platform, feeling abandoned and desolate, but they didn't say anything more, just silently seizing the last moment to rest.

After the draenei, tauren, elves and trolls were sent away, the number of remaining warriors on this platform was less than eight hundred. Demons rushed out from behind, from the sky, from the front, and from the portal.

In less than a few minutes, this last vanguard army was surrounded layer by layer.

The demon lords were laughing wildly, and the lower demons also made harsh and ferocious roars. No one thought that these guys could leave here alive, and even the soldiers themselves gave up hope of living.

The orcs carried large shields, the humans held spears, the dwarves held short axes as assaulters, and a few dwarfs tried their best to repair the various explosives they brought.

The only good news is that when the demons attacked, the bloody guardians rushed out of the ruins and became their last support force.

Seeing the demon begin to charge, Varian clenched the Ashbringer in his hand and looked at Saurfang beside him.

The old orc looked calm.

Facing death did not add any pressure to him. He was still in the mood to look at the Emperor's Sword carried on Varian's back. The orc held the two axes in his hands, pouted at Varian, and said:

"I heard that you were a warrior before you believed in the Holy Light. You have two hands, right? You have two weapons, why do you only use one?"

"I"

Varian grinned and the young emperor said:

"It's a bit embarrassing, but I haven't yet mastered the secrets of Titan's Grasp."

"nonsense."

Saurfang spat a mouthful of blood and broken teeth at his feet, and said contemptuously:

"How can you possibly learn that skill if you have never tried to fight with two weapons? Listen to my advice, Emperor of mankind, draw out your sword!

In this way, after being knocked down by the enemy, you will not be in the dilemma of needing to fight with your fists. "

After saying that, the orc roared and rushed towards the demon rushing in front of him with his battle ax in hand.

At the same time, just as Varian pulled out the Emperor's Sword behind him and held it in his left hand, the strange bomb hanging from the lower hatch of the Evil Horn in the sky also began to attack under Sephiel's command. come down.

The thing was a silver-gray sphere, with strange little light bulbs covering the outer shell. The colorful lights emitted meant that each module in the bomb was running smoothly.

It fell from a high altitude, but it seemed that the landing was miscalculated. Instead of hitting the surging demons, it was thrown straight towards the remnants of the vanguard army gathered together.

This was quickly noticed by the bloody warriors. The dwarf prince smashed the demon hound in front of him with a hammer. He raised his head and saw that the light on the surface of the silver-gray spherical bomb turned into dark red at this moment. Then bright and burning light filled everyone's eyes.

"Damn gunners! Your unprofessionalism is going to kill us. Instead of dying in the hands of demons, we die in the hands of our own people! Bastards, I will complain to you in hell!!!"

These were the last words Muradin left when he was engulfed by the light. Then, a dazzling white light exploded in the ruins of Antorus, like the explosion of a scorching sun.

It swallowed up the remaining soldiers of the vanguard army in an instant, and in the subsequent expansion, it swept away the demons around the entire platform.

Those evil energy creations were melted and burned when they came into contact with this white light with extreme positive energy. Their bodies were ignited when the flames were added to them, and they were quickly decomposed into the most basic material particles.

The power of this bomb frightened the demon lords.

But then these brutal guys burst out laughing. They were mocking the stupidity of the anti-magic coalition. They were laughing at the damn ship above them for actually dropping weapons of destruction on their own people.

They must have been frightened out of their wits!

You need to use your own people as bait to dare to carry out such an attack on the extremely powerful Burning Legion.

Hey, what a bunch of cowards!

The same question also occurred on the deck of the Evil in this World. Malfurion Stormrage, who had always been gentle, rushed into the command module and angrily asked Sephiel, who was expressionless:

"Are you crazy? Why are you attacking our compatriots! Bastard! Are you using them as bait?"

"You idiots who are superstitious about magic, shut up! Don't disturb our scientific research."

Sephiel gave an answer indifferently. She held a pocket watch in her hand and looked at the time.

All the gnomes and mechanical gnomes in the entire cabin were silent. These little men stared at all the observers in front of them to observe the ground.

They seemed to be awaiting the results of a great experiment.

This strange atmosphere made the Archdruid frown. Just when he was about to ask, a piercing cheer sounded in the cabin, and Gelbin Mekkatorque, the King of the Dwarfs, jumped up from his seat. He waved a stack of papers in his hand and shouted:

"Success!"

"The conversion rate of our improved return-to-origin bomb has reached 100%! The next step is to strengthen the assessment of civilian volunteers, but no matter what!

The devil is finished!

We will definitely win!

But I have a little question, why are these damn greenskins atavized to such an extent? Didn't it mean that their ancestors were ogres?

But that thing on the ground doesn’t look like an ogre to me! "