Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The outpost world of Draenor has discovered hordes of Legion demons, and the Star Saints traveling back and forth among the stars have brought more worrying news.

The Dark Titan is approaching Azeroth at an extremely fast speed.

He mobilized almost all the demons in the entire material stars to come with Him to eradicate the villains of the void in His eyes. The demons almost went crazy!

Although they lost the resurrection point of Argus and lost two demon kings, the eredar demons who served as commanders and staff members in the legion defected collectively, and the nathrezim destroyed them crazily before escaping. All the intelligence systems of the Burning Legion were destroyed, making the demons of the stars "blind".

But this was not enough to quench the demons' fanatical desire to fight.

What's more, this time their invincible god personally supervised the battle. The terrifying increase that Sargeras brought to the demons almost locked up the morale of the demons, reducing them from an elite army of destruction to a group of crazy monsters.

This caused the demons to lose the advantages brought by the command system, but it also allowed them to completely unleash their chaotic nature, making them more dangerous.

If you look at it from the perspective of the stars, this is nothing more than a black tide that drowns all things and is gathering along the galaxy towards the world of Azeroth. Even a small world with the protection of the Titan Soul can only be succumbed to this terrifying tide. It was smashed into ashes.

The information brought back was not withheld.

Under Norgannon's instruction, the news with terrible information was sent to the desks of the major forces that had already forged ahead with strong military strength. The pressure brought by death caused the entire Azeroth to enter a war. In the frenzy of fighting for survival.

In the eastern continent, humanity's most elite legions have all been mobilized.

From Tirisfal Glades to Stranglethorn Valley, from Eagle's Nest Mountain to the Cursed Land, young people of appropriate age were recruited and trained, while veterans rushed to various strategic locations as planned.

The Dark Portal, Blackstone Mountain, Khaz Modan, Alterac and other strategic locations have become real military camps, and humans, dwarves, elves and gnomes have been twisted into a rope.

Under the command of Varian Wrynn and his two lieutenants, Muradin Bronzebeard and Kael'thas Sunstrider, they must complete the full arming of this unyielding continent in the shortest possible time.

Of course, while preparing for the decisive battle, the commanders did not forget to leave the funeral arrangements.

Under a hidden tower in Tol Barad.

Queen Tiffin Elian, who was personally escorted here by Shore, walked into the unassuming tower with the sleeping baby Anduin Wrynn in her arms.

In front of her was a strange door guarded by the Great Warlock Evil Eye himself, chosen by the Silent One, like a portal but covered in flames and shadows.

Beside her, Princess Irina, who was also sent by Kael'thas, was talking quietly to the pregnant Princess Moira Bronzebeard.

"I don't want to go to any shelter at all!"

Princess Bronzebeard said a little irritably:

"The child in my belly is destined to become the king of the mountain, and his mother must set an example for him. If we lose this battle, the whole world will be gone. If so, why send us into this damned place?" refuge?

Will the demons let us go after our men die in battle?

We also have to fight! "

"I understand your anger, Lady Moira."

Queen Ellienne shook her head and said:

"But please calm down, it's not just the dignitaries who are entering the sanctuary with us. It is said that Lord Silent One has placed many people there who are unable to protect themselves.

We were not blessed in the past.

We have to shoulder our responsibilities there. "

"Yes, several ladies."

The evil eye guarding the portal of the sanctuary leading to the Land of Fire put on an air of "I am the master" and explained to these noble ladies:

“The plan to immigrate to the asylum had been secretly started before the Battle of Argus, and children under the age of twelve were sent there from all over the world, along with those ladies who met the requirements.

There are already hundreds of thousands of people from the eastern continent waiting there.

Lord Silent One's servants manage the place, but their demons are okay at fighting, but they don't know anything about management, and the twins are almost driven crazy.

Your arrival will effectively alleviate the chaos in the sanctuary. According to Lord Silent One, this is also a way for you, who are rich in the art of governance, to contribute to this war. "

"Are there many shelters like this?"

The delicate Princess Irina just took the fruit of Arcandor yesterday. Her addiction was eliminated but her body is still weak, so Kael'thas specially sent several female Phoenix Guards to protect her.

Her Royal Highness the Princess blinked and asked.

Xieyan shook his head, looked at the delicate elf princess who seemed to be difficult for him as an orc to give birth to a child healthily, and said mysteriously:

"It's confidential.

But the war is about to begin and these people are all big shots, so they won't leak secrets casually even if they think about it. Our sanctuary is open to humans, dwarves, gnomes, and elves of Quel'Thalas.

As far as I know, there are similar shelters in the four elemental realms.

The night elves and the green dragon opened the Emerald Dream to protect children and the elderly. The pandaren of Pandaria also created temporary demiplanes in dreams supported by trees of bliss.

The Loa of the Troll Empire seem to have a similar plan.

So you don’t have to worry about the survival of this world. Once we lose the battle outside, these shelters will leave the main plane driven by the power left by the Titans.

You will escape the day of destruction of Azeroth and float among the stars in a "mysterious plane", waiting for the next step of the Silent One.

Save the fire! "

Evil Eye shook his head and sold the third-hand information he heard from Blake. When sending several big shots into the shelter, he specifically reminded Queen Tiffin Elian who was holding the prince:

"Please take care of Princess Calia Menethil. Her safety is very important to the future of Azeroth."

"Callia was also sent to the asylum?"

The queen was surprised and said:

"The child said last time that she would fight the devil to the end in the name of the Holy Light."

"She really doesn't want to come."

Xieyan shrugged and curled his lips and said:

“But there are some things she can’t let her do as she pleases.

Alas, it's a pity that our evil eye was born an ugly orc. If I had been born like a flower and had a great figure, I would have gone to a shelter to enjoy my blessings by now. Why would I need to stay here and fight to the death with the devil?

This is really true.

When will men enjoy the same treatment as girls? "

——

"The demons are coming, and their outposts have reached Draenor."

In the frosty land of Northrend, on top of the most mysterious and darkest glacier in the continent, Blake is sitting on the throne completely shaped by the eerie ice, while playing with the eerie helmet placed beside the throne. While speaking to His Majesty the Lich King, who was looking into the distance with his sword in front of him, he said:

"The war is advancing much faster than we predicted, and I am sure that the demons will not waste time in the world of Draenor. They will use their best surprise tactics.

Then there is no such thing as contact and preparation for war. Once the war starts, it will be a world war, and it will become intense in an instant.

And the moment the Sword of Sargeras arrives, the fate of this world will be doomed. Oh, why is your throne so uncomfortable to sit on?

Don't you feel your butt is freezing?

I had only been sitting for a few minutes when I felt like my butt was almost frozen to the throne. "

The pirate curled his lips, looked at the silent Lich King, and said in a long voice:

"But that's actually a good thing, right? At least you don't have to worry about hemorrhoids anymore."

"I don't care about the Legion."

His Majesty Lothar finally spoke.

This cold king, who has completely integrated with the glaciers of the North, said in a hoarse tone with his strange bald-like hairstyle:

"Devils cannot inflict fear on the dead. No matter how many they come, they will only fall in the silent march of the endless wave of death. What really worries me is the shadow that follows behind me that gives me invincible strength.

In this dangerous moment, I felt like a knife.

I will intervene in this war and end an era, but this is not my intention. The mastermind behind the scenes has emerged, and I am being played by Him.

Maybe I should put down Frostmourne and pray for forgiveness from the Holy Light here.

Before everything can be saved. "

"Don't say that, my Lord Lothar, and don't be so pessimistic."

Blake didn't care.

He tossed the helmet of command up and down in his hand.

The black battle helmet kept spinning on his fingertips like an acrobatic, and the gems inlaid on the gloomy battle helmet emitted dim light, making it dance into a strip of light as it rotated, which was really beautiful.

In this little game, Blake said:

"Aren't you still wearing the crown forged by death? You are still struggling, just like a chess piece unwilling to fall into the hands of a chess player, still trying your best to escape the fate you were created for.

Don't worry, my lord the Lich King, I'm on your side.

I'll help you.

But I hope you've found the right person. "

Lord Evil God stood up from the Ice Throne, which almost froze his butt off, and looked at the gray Icecrown Glacier in front of him, looking at this wasteland of death that only belonged to His Majesty the Lich King.

He put his hand on Lothar's cold shoulder armor and said:

“You can’t take it with you, but it has to have an owner or someone will get restless.

As service providers, we need to help those employers soothe their anxious minds. Only when everything goes according to His plan, will He sit obediently and dullly in His castle, waiting for the doomsday to come.

And you and the Scourge of the Undead are the last link.

Have you ever hunted?

Your Majesty Lothar. "

Lothar did not answer, nor was he in the mood to answer such a joking question. He issued a silent order through Frostmourne to control the Undead Scourge.

A few minutes later, Yrel, the commander of the small-hoofed death knights under Lothar, personally carried a frozen sarcophagus into the cold place wrapped in the cold wind.

"boom"

The sarcophagus was placed under the Ice Throne.

Blake stepped down the slippery stairs made of ice and came to the sarcophagus. He glanced at Yrel, who had no expression on his face. After staring at him for several seconds, Yrel flicked his tail uneasily. Said fiercely:

"What are you looking at me for?"

"Nothing, just taking a look."

The pirate pouted.

He thought in his heart that this undead soul was really not cute. He stretched out his hand to grab the edge of the sarcophagus and pushed it gently. Amidst the sound of ice breaking, a gloomy cold air came to him.

This is pure death aura, even freezing the evil god's handsome long hair.

He pushed it in front of his eyes, pushed away the ice mist, and took a look into the coffin. There was a "sleeping" big man lying there, not a sleeping beauty waiting for the prince to wake up.

But Blake let out a weird laugh at this moment.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

He took the Helm of Command from Lothar behind him, and with the help of Yrel, he put the helmet on the head of the guy in front of him. Just when they were about to make contact, Lothar reached out and held Black's wrist.

He opened his mouth, and a gloomy cold air came out. In the low temperature that froze his soul, he asked:

"Are you sure he can do it? If he is controlled, are you sure you will entrust the fate of this world and even the entire stars to such a guy?"

"Believe me."

Blake glanced at Lothar and said:

"If he can't withstand it, then this world and these stars are doomed to be hopeless. In fact, I can also kill Varian and drag him over. I think Varian can barely withstand the force of death. call.

If you think it is appropriate, I will set off immediately and bring your son's body in ten minutes.

As long as you nod"

Lothar looked at the pirate with a blank expression.

The next moment, he released his fingers and allowed the helmet of command in the evil god's hand to fall on the corpse's head.

Well, it's kind of stuck.

After all, this battle helmet is designed to be the size of a human or elf's head, but an artifact is an artifact. After a moment of stagnation, it expands at a rapid speed and finally falls down perfectly.

"Why isn't he awake yet?"

Yrel, the little hoof of death who was watching all this, asked curiously:

"According to the power of the Death Force artifact, he should be awakened immediately."

"He just didn't want to wake up."

Blake shrugged, picked up his pipe and breathed twice in this cold land, letting the flame light up the pipe. When the first wisp of smoke burst out, the evil god said in a long voice:

"He already has a perfect destination. He only wants to indulge in the dream of a warrior and is unwilling to face this world that makes him physically and mentally exhausted.

It's okay, don't rush.

He will wake up.

He will willingly join us and eventually become the key to unlocking all these troubles."

"Why are you so sure? Why are you so confident in him?"

Yirel frowned and said:

"In my opinion, Your Majesty Lothar is more suitable to take on your crazy plan than this dead man."

"The reason is very simple."

Blake glanced at the guy lying in the coffin. The latter's whole body was scorched by weird flames, and he was like a piece of blackened bones put together.

He glanced at Lothar, then at Yrel, patted the coffin board and said:

"Because his name is Brox Saurfang! A madman who dares to swing his sword at the Titans, a true warrior, and a god of warriors.

He will definitely be very angry when he wakes up, so I think you'd better have weapons ready for him.

According to the tradition of the orcs, an ax that fits well in the hand can be used to blow the enemy's skull. I brought you all the blueprints, and you still have some time to forge it.

This is a good thing I got from my good brother in the Shadow Realm. If I hadn't convinced him that it would bring more extra deaths, he would have been too stingy to give it to me.

This is another weapon designed by the great craftsman who forged Frostmourne. It is much more powerful than the trash of Apocalypse. It was designed to replace Frostmourne's shortcomings of not being good at close combat.

This will be a real killing blade. "

The pirate threw a roll of forging blueprints sealed with death runes to Yrel and said:

"Following the tradition this time, let's call it 'Shadow's Sorrow'. In the shadows under the light, there are always people carrying a burden forward, right?"