Shadow Trails in Azeroth

No one can tell when the devil came.

It was as if yesterday there was singing and dancing and everything was harmonious, but when I got up early this morning to go to the toilet, the demons in the entire universe began to dig into the ordinary world of Azeroth.

Dare to take a look at the sky.

Huo, good guy!

There was a hole in the sky, and demons were crawling out of the dark green cracks everywhere, just like the end of the world in a third-rate movie.

A farmer in the western wilderness can kill several demon rats with a rake while hoeing grass on his farm. Those with a better tone can also encounter imps running around and get burned through their knees or add a wound to a hungry demon hound. Meal or something.

In short, the whole world became chaotic overnight.

Even though full mobilization had been carried out, at this "local defense" stage, the king and the commanders did not expect that the militiamen who had gathered and trained for half a month could defeat the demons that came out.

They just have to do their best to protect themselves.

The temporary fortresses built in various places may not be very strong, but they are more numerous and have sufficient weapons. Holy water and other things are calculated by the bucket. As long as they gather together and hold on with gritted teeth, they can at least delay the invasion of the lower-level demons.

But while "Farmers vs. Cerberus" is being staged in these fringe areas, there are also many big scenes in strategic locations, such as Blackstone Mountain. Chief Red has been on the front line since last night.

In order to boost morale, the fat orc even went into battle under the protection of a group of Kor'kron guards and chopped off the head of a dying Fel Lord to show his bravery.

Alas, that is embarrassing, no need to say more.

"Mom! There are too many demons!"

On the high black stone platform that once belonged to His Highness Nefarian, Red wiped the sweat from his fat face, then picked up his telescope and glanced at the Burning Plains.

The dark sea of ​​demons was rolling over, and the big Lords of Doom and Lords of the Abyss were mixed in, and the sky was full of fear demons flying around to block the sight.

In the distance, there are towering evil gates spinning around, making people tremble at the sight.

"Can you withstand it?"

Red complained in a low voice. His posture really didn't look like that of an orc warchief who was always known for his bravery. Instead, he looked like a cunning goblin prince.

"Don't worry, I can handle it."

Elder Drek'Thar, who was sitting behind Red, was injured in the world of Argus. He was now in a wheelchair being pushed by Thrall who had returned from a study tour in Draenor.

That's right, it's the Titanium wheelchair that Grom Hellscream sits on.

Not only is it comfortable to sit on and is not afraid of rough roads, it can even pick up the wheelchair and crush the devil's head when necessary.

Unlike Reid, although this great shaman is blind, he is a true orc at heart. He hid his slight disdain for Reid and said warmly:

"Varok was supervising the battle on the front line, and the demons charged all night without even breaking through the first line of defense.

Although there is also a reason why our orc warriors got rid of the curse of demon blood and became brave again, the complete failure of the terrifying command system of the Burning Legion is also an important reason.

If they were feared tanks of destruction before, now they are human sea tactics that look powerful but are actually greatly reduced in power.

As long as the Dark Iron dwarves are supplied in time, we can hold on. "

"But this is not a long-term solution, Master."

Young Thrall, who was carrying the Hammer of Doom, also expressed his opinion. The green-skinned man with rare blue eyes looked at the chaotic battlefield below and whispered:

"Although the demons have lost their former soldiers, their numerical advantage is too terrifying. Our soldiers will be tired, but the demons will not. Our soldiers are afraid of death, but the demons regard death as home.

Their portals are constantly sending in new cannon fodder, but every one of our soldiers dies is one less.

The current advantage is only temporary. After the number of demons breaks through a limit, Blackstone Mountain's defense line will quickly fall, and what will follow will be the most brutal defensive battle. "

Sal paused, glanced at Reid's eyes, and whispered:

"We have to destroy the portal."

"Across the entire battlefield?"

Red snorted, waved his hand and said:

"What a child's idea. As a chief, I must be responsible for the lives of soldiers. I don't agree!"

But Drek'Thar ignored Red's opinion and simply thought that the warchief had farted. He turned back to Warlord Eitrigg and Thrall behind him and said:

"Your idea is correct, but the commanders who are capable of fighting are currently on the front line, and I cannot interfere with their fighting, so you must implement your proposal yourself.

This is also an ancient tradition for us orcs in wartime. A true orc warlord must prove himself to his compatriots with his military exploits. "

"I'll go right away."

Thrall accepted this responsibility without fear. Warlord Eitrigg also nodded and said to the old shaman:

"I will give him some elite recruits."

"Let Garrosh take the people!"

Reid glanced at the blind old shaman, then waved his hands and shouted:

"I'm more optimistic about Garrosh."

"That's it!"

Drek'Thar sighed and expressed regret for Chief Red's situation. He thought about it and then said:

"Let the five little ones go! Each one leads a team, which is both a mission and a spur. Whoever destroys more portals will be the boss! Our generation will fade away from the top after this battle. Since young people are aggressive Just let them go and do it.

This battle is both a threat and an opportunity.

All the successive war chiefs and warlords fought their way out of the flames of war, so to speak. "

"You damn old man! What did you sigh just now?"

Red suddenly became angry.

Feeling humiliated, the warchief rushed over and strangled Drek'Thar's neck, shouting:

"You are mocking me, right? You must be mocking me, right? Why am I not a hero who fought in the flames of war? When I killed Gul'dan, you were still hiding in Alterac raising pigs."

"Why are you so crazy?"

The old shaman waved his hand and fired a precise lightning arrow. Red fell down tremblingly and then stood up, puffing out black smoke. Drek'Thar held his wheelchair and cursed:

"You still have the nerve to say, what's going on with Gul'dan, do you really think we don't know?

Reid, you are good at economics. The exchange of prisoners of war has also made you famous. It is your ability to keep everyone fed. Now everyone is convinced that you will become the chief. When you die, you will be buried in the Holy Mountain of Nagrand. There must be a statue of you down there, too.

But if you're really not good at fighting, don't get involved. How about you go back and continue drinking and fooling around with your woman to have children? Anyway, it’s the same here with or without you. "

"Ha, you should have told me earlier."

Red suddenly became happy and was about to loosen his armor and leave. Then he looked at the strange looks in the eyes of the guards around him. He immediately coughed and whispered with his belly, which was at least eight months pregnant:

"Ahem, this is not good. Everyone is fighting bloody battles for me, a great chief, to enjoy life. The impact is not very good. Forget it, I will enjoy it after I win.

I might as well stand here as a mascot. "

A group of Kor'kron guards around him immediately lowered their heads.

It's so fucking embarrassing to have such a great chief.

But they also saw the sophisticated dwarf weapons in their hands, the majestic and useful armor on their bodies, and then thought of the rations and military supplies piled in the warehouse.

Even the goblin cannons and steam tanks that roared and fired on the battlefield.

In the past, when the orcs were brave but poor, such armaments were a luxury they would never dare to think of, but what about now? No matter how unconvinced they were, they had to admit that this was all the work of Red, whom they despised.

Forget it, hold your nose and admit it.

It is really a good thing to have such a long-sleeved and good-dancing chief sitting in the rear during the war.

——

"The demons are cutting down the trees! Those bastards are planning to burn down the forest in Ashvale. This is a desecration of nature!"

The morning in Ashenvale was still filled with thick smoke, and the Burning Legion's worldwide invasion yesterday afternoon naturally included the Kaldorei territory.

Due to some factors in the past, the impact of the demonic force that the night elves endured was several times greater than that of other places.

But the Kingdom of Moon is indeed the most powerful country in Azeroth. While other places are still fighting demons, the elves have defeated the first wave of invading demons in one night.

Those retreating bastards gathered in the last position to set fire to the mountains, expressing their damn "will to fight" with such vicious actions.

The two raptor druids flapped their wings and flew over the battlefield, chatting with each other while scouting for news.

A female druid angrily cursed the demon's atrocities, but the elder on the other side did not answer. Where did this go? As a veteran who had participated in the War of the Ancients, he had witnessed the Battle of Suramar with his own eyes.

"Send the message back to Mount Hyjal."

The old druid flapped his wings and said to his apprentice:

"Inform Sir Malfurion that the battle on the front line of Ashenvale is over, and the troops are defending and repairing the front. A new vortex of evil energy has appeared near Lin Ge Temple, and the second wave of demon attacks is already brewing.

They failed, and more demons will definitely be sent next time. It will be a hard battle, so we apply for demigods to come in and support us.

Also, be prepared for Mount Hyjal.

If the demons can't chew through the Ashen Valley, they may end their attack on our base camp. "

"receive!"

The young druid nodded his elegant beak, flexibly changed direction in the air and rushed towards Mount Hyjal, while the old druid continued to investigate.

As a warrior who had participated in the ancient war, he also tasted a different feeling from this demonic invasion.

The night elves ten thousand years later are very powerful, but in turn these demons seem to have become "weak".

This does not refer to their individual soldier qualities. The terrifying demons are still very tough one on one, but the chaos in large-scale battles is obvious to all.

They seemed to have degenerated from a brutal and terrifying army of killing machines overnight into a group of howling and crazy beasts. During the battle last night, the old druid saw with his own eyes a large group of chaotic demons being introduced by a small group of female hunters. In the trap set in advance, it was swallowed up by the activated forest awakened by the druids.

The whole process didn't take ten minutes.

This would have been unimaginable ten thousand years ago. The Burning Legion at that time would not have made such a stupid mistake. Only by risking their lives and killing the demon commander could a demon army be thrown into chaos.

"So, what is the true meaning of the Battle of Argus?"

The old druid was thinking as he lowered his flying altitude. He was also an Elf warrior who had participated in the Argus War. When the war was fierce, he and Lord Staghelm stood guard at Hope Port.

Only three of the thirty druids who went with him came back, but now after seeing the chaos of the Burning Legion with his own eyes, the old elf realized the true meaning of that battle.

It is said that the eredar demons broke away from the Burning Legion, and the Nathrezim demons in charge of intelligence also betrayed the Dark Titan. After losing the two most intelligent and most often commanders of the demon species, the quality of the Burning Legion plummeted. .

All the abyss lords came to serve as frontline commanders!

With the brains of the Annihlan demons, can they be commanders?

The old elf's mind was a little confused. It was probably the chaos of the demons that made him relax his vigilance, but he soon tasted the pain. When flying over a burning forest, he was caught off guard by the sudden burst of evil arrows. After barely dodging a few shadow arrows, he was pierced by a flying evil halberd and fell to the ground screaming.

The old druid was very experienced in combat. When he landed, he turned into a big quail and summoned moonfire to attack the wandering demons coming around. A large number of demon hounds were commanded by a succubus that had lost its wings to devour him.

Several demon guards also rushed up angrily.

Just by looking at them, you can tell that these guys are a group of defeated soldiers hiding. The anger of failure burns their minds and makes them even crazier.

Soon the old Druid was in a desperate situation. He turned into a giant bear and beat the hounds wildly, but he was unable to fight with his four hands and was quickly bitten with wounds all over his body.

In desperation, he wanted to throw out the piranha seeds to kill them all, but when he took out the seeds, he heard the muffled sound of a gun.

Bang.

The succubus who commanded the demon hound had his head shattered by a shot, and then the hound lost control and was swept away in a continuous burst of beans-husking firearms.

Leaning against the tree, the old druid covered in blood raised his head in surprise, and saw a gloomy white shadow rushing down from the top of the woods like a ghost, its bloody claws waving like a butcher's knife, and with a few swipes, the bullet hit the target. With support, he knocked down several fleeing demon guards to the ground.

There are only two people!

The old druid felt very clearly that the two life auras were nearby, but the two people cooperated almost perfectly, and killed the group of defeated soldiers in less than a minute.

At the moment when the last demon hound was shot through the anus by a bullet and suffered to the end, the white phantom let out a low whimper and walked up with blood all over his body. Wearing a hood, he looked at the seriously injured Druid and then beat him with disdain. He snorted and said hoarsely:

"The quality of Cenarion Order soldiers is getting worse and worse."

"Werewolf?"

The old Druid looked at the gloomy wolf kiss under the hood in surprise, but he saw the familiar light in the werewolf's eyes. After a few seconds, he exclaimed:

"Isolarius Archdruid? You are not in Gilneas."

"I'm back, what? Are you surprised?"

Isolarius, the former leader of the Rende Society and an extreme animal protector, interrupted the old druid. He stretched out his furry paws to pull his compatriots up from the ground and said:

"Go back to Mount Hyjal and don't disturb our hunting."

"Hey, old wolf, have you rested enough?"

A thick voice sounded from the forest. Carrying a repeating shotgun and two interlaced bullet belts on his body, the old dwarf legendary hunter Old Hemet Nesingwari, who was wearing a hunting hat, impatiently leaned on his hand before others. A sniper rifle with a high quality, he shouted while drinking:

"There's a lot of fun there, but I don't want to let those demons who set fire go unchecked. I'm already thirsty for bullets. By the way, killing demon hounds doesn't count as killing animals, right?"

"whispering sound"

The werewolf Isolarius pulled his hood impatiently, turned back, and cursed:

"Does the mark of sin on your body hurt, you idiot?"

"It doesn't hurt, and it feels good."

"That doesn't count!"

The two hunters, one tall and one short, disappeared into the forest while bickering. A few minutes later, with the low howl of wolves and the noisy soundtrack of bullets, another hunt began.

The old Druid was stunned at this scene.

He seriously doubted whether he was dead, and everything in front of him was just a bizarre dream he had had!

This is really crazy. The leader of the Rendehui, who is so stubborn and stubborn that it causes headaches, actually formed a team with their most wanted criminal "Genocide Butcher" Hemet to kill demons?

The world is really crazy.

At this moment, the old druid realized that he was really old and could no longer keep up with the development of the world and the times. Perhaps he should retire and go back to the den of the Cenarion Order to be a caretaker or something.

"boom"

A sudden loud noise interrupted the old druid's doubtful thoughts about life. He turned around and saw a huge evil energy crack bursting in the sky in the direction of Lin Ge Temple.

The devil's second wave of attack is coming!

These bastards really didn't even give them a chance to rest.