Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Taking down Hela was just a small episode in this raging war, and obtaining the runes and charts for sailing on the Styx was also preparation for something to come.

Although Blake did not directly intervene in the final expedition of the Burning Legion, he had actually been paying attention to the changes in the demonic army around the world while doing his own thing.

He doesn't even need to mobilize his authority as an evil god, he can control the overall situation by just looking with his eyes.

After all, many divine choices have been left in advance, and their scattered presence on the most exciting battlefields around the world is enough to bring first-hand real battle reports to their gods.

Not to mention the orcs and elves.

They were under a lot of pressure but they could still persevere. Both Blackstone Mountain and Mount Hyjal were dangerous passes that had been tested in actual combat. In the absence of unified dispatch by senior command, it would not be easy for the demons to pass by relying on numbers. of.

Especially when the wild demigods appeared in Mount Hyjal, and the Loa gods and divine warriors of the Troll Golden Empire supported the Burning Plains, these two most intense battlefields have entered a tug-of-war atmosphere.

The casualties on both sides were so great that when Blake raised his head, he could see the grand scene of demon souls lining up to return to the Twisting Void, and the little blue angels of Kyrian, invisible to mortals, were also working overtime to frantically pull people into the Dark Night Realm.

This work intensity definitely surpasses 007.

The worst thing is that these long-legged angels don’t even get overtime pay.

"I don't understand."

Beside the pirate, Dafulong wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief while tying up her slipping clothes. She had just completed a failed "Submit the Evil God" trial and said in a lazy tone, confused:

"If the Eternal Arbiter has been down, even if those souls are sent to the Shadow Realm, they will fall into the Abyss because there is no one to arbitrate. Then why do these Kyrian guides bring the souls back to the Shadow Realm?

I was loyal to my duty before, but now this action is meaningless. "

"They have nothing to do without attracting souls, my first mate."

Lord Evil God was lying on the drifting sampan near Nagfar in a very unsightly manner, basking in the sun. He was leisurely holding a glass of golden rum with ice while admiring the large parasaurus in front of him. A charming look.

He said softly:

"The four major kingdoms of the Death World each have their own responsibilities, and all are indispensable for orderly operation. This kind of responsibility and work has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the control of every link represents the foundation of the existence of the four major kingdoms.

Just like in the Undead Fleet, Eudora is responsible for making money, Annie is responsible for watching the show, Maim is responsible for being cruel, and Anares is responsible for being a vase.

If they can't do their job, they will lose the meaning of establishing themselves in the fleet, and they will be overthrown by the captains below who are eager to get ahead.

It's not that the Kyrians don't know what kind of treatment the soul will receive if it is brought into the Shadow Realm. They also know that taking it back like this is tantamount to taking human life lightly, but they cannot stop working.

Don't wear that one, it's fine as it is.

Come here, let's talk. "

The Pirate Pirate patted the lounge chair next to him, and Sephiel glanced at himself, who was only wearing a white blouse. His two bare legs reflected the colorful light in the sunlight.

In the past, this would have been embarrassing, but now

She brushed her hair, and a trace of mature charm that had been developed to perfection was released with a smile. She spread her legs and lay next to the captain as the pirates admired her. She skillfully reached over Black's tattooed slit. He sighed and picked up his glass of wine.

She didn't care at all that the loose blouse was blowing in the sea breeze, showing off her spring glory.

After all, they are an old married couple.

"Knowing that it is irresponsible to bring souls back, these guys are still unwilling to stop. No wonder you contemptuously call them decadent and indifferent 'doctrinaires'."

Sephiel took a sip of wine, stretched out his beautiful figure, and let the warm sunshine "enchant" him.

While maintaining a dignified posture and looking at the sea view, his right hand intentionally or unintentionally followed Lord Evil God's muscles downward, and finally stopped on the "pendulum" pointing to six o'clock.

After flipping around, it seemed that "Engineering Apprentice" Seifer was planning to repair the stopped pendulum.

"hiss"

Blake gasped.

He glanced at Sephiel, who was looking into the distance, and watched the white hair of the virtuous bronze dragon flying in the sea breeze. He whispered:

"You learned it from Xal'atath?"

"Isn't she teaching Hela? I listened from the side."

The first parasaurus swallowed a piece of ice, chewed it, and then leaned down to focus on dealing with the disobedient pendulum like an excellent engineer fixing a broken machine.

But this job is difficult and requires a certain amount of energy.

Therefore, Seifer also needs to use ice cubes to calm his mind.

The evil god who was being repaired suddenly felt as cold as falling into a cold cave. He saw his first mate working so hard. Even though he was an engineering idiot, he also reached out to help with the repair work.

Ten seconds later, as the two watched in surprise, the stopped pendulum finally started to operate again, rapidly rotating from the lifeless six o'clock to the twelve o'clock position.

"Boss, boss! Something happened here in Lordaeron. The number of demons suddenly increased sharply, and we can't stand it anymore."

Evil Eye's startled screams followed the connection between God's Choice and Evil God and were conveyed to the spirit of Pirate Pirates, but Black didn't want to care about those mundane things in the world at this time.

He felt that he had been cursed, and in a trance he transformed into a group of fierce horses galloping on the endless prairie, and an overestimating female knight wanted to tame him.

The whip whip crackled, and the reins were pulled with a low neighing sound.

That's the real deal.

The evil god would not allow his prodigal horse to be tamed casually.

That's so embarrassing.

"It's up to you!"

Blake's scolding, accompanied by weird accompaniment, reached the Evil Eye, which was eagerly waiting for the boss to make his decision, and was also given a very unpleasant Void Impact.

The force of the blow made Evil Eye fall down in the trench dug by the Knights of the Silver Hand with a cry, and the goblin helmet on his head also spun and flew out.

The skinny boy holding the binoculars next to him was startled.

The troll Zarak even pushed the battle helmet on his head, and was about to pull up the shameful evil eye. Suddenly, two demon assassins rushed out from beside him. They rushed towards him screaming, but they were punched by the giant magician. It became a mosaic-like meatloaf.

"Scared me to death."

He kicked the flesh and blood mosaic under his feet, wiped his unbroken fist and screamed.

The low roar of cannons and the explosion of fire in the distance shook the ground. The forests outside Lordaeron were all ignited by evil fire, and the silver knights wearing heavy armor were flying and killing on the demonic positions plowed by the gunfire. Dalaran's spellcasters drove the unfinished floating island over the battlefield and used it as a spellcasting platform, where they could throw all kinds of magic onto the ground.

This scene has already surpassed the siege of the Orc War several years ago. It was exciting and bloody. Demons died one after another, and the defenders also sent the wounded back one after another.

Even King Terenas's imperial guards were at the forefront.

His most trusted Grand Marshal Garithos has been injured three times. If this guy wasn't also a powerful Paladin with the ability to heal himself, he would have laid down and reported to Marshal Lothar long ago.

"How's it going? What did the boss say?"

When Xie Yan got up dizzy, the skinny boy who was commanding his "Devil Army" to launch a suicide attack on the opposite Demon Army asked a question.

The orc blinked, scratched his head, rubbed his chin and thought for a few seconds, then said in a heavy tone:

'We may have made a terrible mistake'

"Um?"

The giant magician who was accumulating power to throw the evil fire storm to block a group of hell hounds from approaching the dwarf artillery position said with wide eyes:

"What? What's the mistake?"

"Well."

Xieyan looked around and whispered:

"The captain is having a great time right now. I seemed to have heard what Chief Mate Seifer said just now."

"Bah, bah, bah! You don't want your life!"

Hearing that Evil Eye was about to say something terrible, the thin boy and Zarak rushed over to block his unintelligible mouth. Under the glare of the two people, Evil Eye smiled dryly and said :

"The captain said it's up to us."

"Oh, does that mean you can use your trump card?"

The three evil warlocks looked at me and I looked at you. After a few seconds, they simultaneously let out weird laughter, making the human workers carrying the shells next to them tremble with fear.

Sure enough, the rumors are true, the warlocks are all a bunch of lunatics! The more advanced the warlocks are, the crazier they are. The three in front of them are so crazy that they must be full-fledged masters.

Ten seconds later, a strange order was issued to the defense front line of Lordaeron City.

When Grand Marshal Garithos, whose head was almost smashed by the demon's claws, heard the order, he ordered the defenders to retreat without hesitation, giving the demon the frontal position they had held for three hours in vain.

The emergence of this breakthrough made the Abyss Lord Commander, whose mind was full of confusion, overjoyed. He screamed and personally commanded the demon guards to charge, and wanted to capture this damn city in front of him in one fell swoop in the name of Lord Sargeras.

But in front of them stood three warlocks arranged in large and small groups. Facing the impact of tens of thousands of demons, these three bastards didn't care. They laughed and activated their secret skills at the bottom of the box.

"I'll form the torso!"

"I'll form the Claws!"

"I'll form the head!!!"

Amidst the weird howling sounds like a circus, and under the stunned gazes of all the soldiers, the three shameless warlocks playing Jenga simultaneously assumed a squatting position as if they were going to the toilet.

The terrifying evil energy storm came in all directions in this lost damn painting style, just like a dark green meteorite bursting out from the ground. The evil fire storm covering most of the battlefield was raging, and the Burning Legion had long been killed in the name of it. The delisted Malonoth the Destroyer (Shameless Warlock version) makes his debut.

The appearance of this demigod demon caused panic among the defenders in the city.

But when they saw the big, big-assed demon howling and carrying the vicious halberd like a charging mammoth, charging into the army of hostile demons, causing a shocking massacre, the tired soldiers cheered together again .

ha!

It turns out to be the devil on our side.

There are so many talented people in Azeroth, even the great demons have come to seek refuge!

Ha, Kou Ya will definitely win this battle!

"Rumble"

The ground battlefield took a slight turn when the Destroyer commanded the Silver Hand Paladin to launch a counterattack with a strange style. However, the demons were unwilling to fail and summoned a demon starship to enter with a low roar. Plan to use the fel cannon to clear the ground.

But as soon as this war machine appeared, it was locked by the Zenidal, the flagship of the Holy Light Legion that had been waiting for a long time, eight hundred miles away. When the evil main cannon was charging, it was fired across the sky, shattering the clouds of holy light. The judge was crushed on the spot.

Then a group of red dragons flew over and threw the Iron Vrykul Marines carried on their backs onto the exploding demon starship, completing an unexpected interstellar jump.

There is no suspense at this point.

The demons could not retreat, and the morale of the defenders was high. Even the unfinished floating city of Dalaran began to charge forward.

Almost at the same time that First Officer Sephiel's overestimating horse-taming operation failed miserably, causing him to fall off his horse in twitching exhaustion and being laughed at tenderly, the third wave of demonic invasion of Lordaeron City also came to an end. .

Until now, three days into the war, the incoming Burning Legion has only captured a few small cities, and not a single major city or important stronghold in Azeroth has been lost.

This is simply a miracle.

But behind the miracle is a bad trend. Azeroth has blocked everything for this battle, and the major forces have squeezed out almost all their war potential.

Demons fail all the time, but they can fail an infinite number of times.

Once such a high-intensity battle drags on for a few more days, there will probably be huge casualties in this world.

——

Everything that happens in Azeroth is seen by Lord Sargeras.

This dark titan is still trekking among the stars, taking the same path ten thousand years ago, but this time he is unhurried, sweeping through all the passing star fields like interstellar locusts, followed by a terrifying number of demons.

In three days, He will arrive in Azeroth.

The place where all stories begin will also be the place where all stories end.

He knew His demons kept failing, but He didn't care.

These destroyers born in the Twisting Nether cannot be killed in the material world, and Azeroth's resistance has not truly weakened the Legion's strength.

How many demons die on the front lines will be resurrected in the twisted void.

Although such a resurrection would consume the fel power, now that there are no deceivers, no polluters, and no cunning nathrezim, there is no need for him to grant fel power to others.

In a word, Mr. Sha can afford it, but Azeroth cannot.

Victory will only belong to the Dark Titan!

However, Mr. Sa has no interest in the upcoming victory. He never takes pride in destruction, nor does he take pleasure in war. All of these are just means to realize his wishes.

Rather than this destined victory, Mr. Sa is more interested in the evil god hiding in Azeroth who fanned the flames and reversed fate to the current situation.

He moves and thinks among the stars.

Regarding the invitation ten thousand years ago, and about everything he saw now, he knew that the Silent One was waiting for a reply. This might be cooperation, but the two parties could not have any communication.

They can only fight to the death under the expectant gaze of the conspirators, using the blood of both of them to present the most exciting gladiatorial performance to those behind the scenes.

He is the most powerful creature in this material star. He has unknowingly fallen into this shameful situation.

Anger is burning.

That is the howl of the dignity of the noble after being played with, and it is the escape of the desire for destruction that the God of Darkness has been suppressing.

They want to see a mad titan slaying the stars with blood

very good.

very good!

They would soon see, they would feel for themselves what kind of disaster an angry Titan would bring. Sargeras had been preparing for this for ten thousand years. He called this a "gift."

a surprise!

As for the imbalance of the Force, Mr. Sa doesn't care.

If it's out of balance, just straighten it out and it'll be fine.

What a big deal?