Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The Titans summoned the ruins of the Pantheon and used the ultimate burst of arcane force to completely seal the Dark Evil God outside the material world.

This may seem like the end of one war, but what it really represents is just the beginning of another.

The demons who had entered Azeroth felt the disappearance of the dark god's aura, which indeed made these destroyers feel panicked at that moment.

But then the final roar from the Dark Titan before it was sealed exploded in the hearts of almost every demon in the form of echoes.

"Keep fighting! Destruction!"

The divine words of hatred and disgust are like unbreakable laws. Although the master of the evil domain has been sealed, the evil force controlled by him is still operating in accordance with Sargeras's final order.

The light from the Force is shining on the demons participating in the final battle. This power has not weakened due to the death of Sargeras. On the contrary, it has entered a state of "total explosion" with the departure of the gods.

To put it simply, after Sargeras was sealed, the demons who entered the material world entered a state of "anger" and "strengthening" that cannot be dispelled.

This directly brought devastating consequences.

In less than twenty minutes, fifteen cities in the entire world of Azeroth were breached.

The demonic legions across the planet sea finally unleashed their destructive power. They were like black tides sweeping across the earth and mountains, razing everything in their path.

Standing on the high ground of the already dilapidated Stormwind City, His Majesty Varian, who had been fighting for nearly ten days, was already in the form of a sloppy old man with a messy beard.

He had not taken off his armor for more than seven days. The imposing emperor now looked like a slovenly beggar, with a bad smell all over his body.

But no one made any suggestions or opinions because everyone around the emperor was like this.

Even those spell casters who always pay attention to their temperament and manners now want to just take a nap anywhere with their staffs in hand. They are too tired.

Everyone is tired.

Morale is a thing that rises in spurts, then declines, and then is exhausted. However, it has been so long since the war broke out, and morale has long been forgotten.

The soldiers are now numb from fighting and fighting until their last breath.

Once this breath is gone, all is lost.

Varian saw the surging black tide of demons on the high tower, but his tired and tired heart no longer had any waves. He calmly looked past the creations that brought destruction and looked at the gloomy Mo. A border of green light splits the sky in half.

A mushroom cloud-like light spot remained there.

That's a very far away place.

"The general of Nethergarde has returned a final message, Your Majesty."

The unshaven Shaw blinked his bloodshot eyes and handed the battle report to the stunned Varian. The latter took it in his hand and glanced at it. There was only one sentence on it:

"Watch Keep has been invaded by demons. We will all be burned to the ground. May the empire last forever."

Varian's heart suddenly tightened.

He silently crumpled the battle report in his hand. A few seconds later, another stream of light burst out in another place. It was still a distant place, a place that could not be reached by eyes.

"Lake Town"

The young emperor sighed and shook his head.

He turned to Shore and said:

"Issue the emperor's order to all parts of the empire to immediately drop return-to-origin bombs on the predetermined cities! The time for the decisive battle has arrived!"

"Your Majesty, that's not enough."

Archmage Marin rubbed his eyes and glanced at his daughter, who was already asleep with her staff next to her. He whispered:

"The return-to-origin bombs we have are not enough to cover the cities where the empire is still resisting, and they are unstable, with an effectiveness rate of only 80%.

That's something you use only when you're desperate. "

"No, that is our last dignity."

The emperor corrected the loyal old mage's statement. He leaned on the emperor's sword in his hand and said with slightly closed eyes:

"The gods have finished fighting the war of the gods, and it's time for the mortals to take over their banner. I don't know if I can survive, but I know that if I die, then I hope to bring more demons to be buried with me. .

That's all. "

After speaking, the emperor patted Xiao's shoulder and said:

"It's an honor to work with you."

"It's an honor for me too, Your Majesty."

Xiao Er grinned and whispered:

"You will go down in history, Your Majesty. You are the first emperor to drop bombs on his own people and soldiers on his own land. Maybe the children of future generations will call you 'tyrant' because of this."

"Oh, that would be such an honor for me."

Varian shrugged, took the helmet from the attendant and clicked it on his head, glanced at the crowd, and said:

"Is Arthas not here yet?"

"He's not coming."

Grand Duke Bolvar Fordragon was sitting cross-legged on the ground writing a final farewell letter to his daughter. The knight was thinking about the words and said:

"That prince is a true lover. He must have gone to Kul Tiras by now. He may take this opportunity to propose to Her Highness Jaina."

"Does he have the guts?"

Varian looked at the dwarf gyroplane taking off outside the tower and the large iron-cased bomb hanging under the gyroplane. The weird lights shining around the bomb were dazzling.

The emperor who relaxed was preparing for a fight to the death and joked:

"Isn't he afraid that the evil god will break his legs?"

"Your Majesty, we are all going to die."

His Excellency the Holy Light Archbishop Benedictus, who has always been rigid and rigorous, had a rare moment of humor.

This sage of Holy Light, who lost the opportunity to take refuge in the darkness because the Ancient God died too early, and under the guidance of Archbishop Natalie Serling, did not grow crooked, winked and said:

"Even the Holy Light cannot force a young man with love in his heart to express his love to a girl at this time. After all, who hasn't been young before?"

"Hahaha"

The commanders on the entire tower let out a greasy laugh that only old men understand. This scene was paired with a group of demons roaring over the broken city wall not far away, and the background of the city that was about to be submerged seemed a bit weird. .

It was as if a group of people had gone completely crazy in despair.

But high in the sky, on a dwarf gyrocopter that was being besieged by large swaths of mephits, the pink-haired dwarf agent master Kelsey Steelspark was also laughing while chewing gum.

This fierce dwarf girl stepped on the seat of the gyrocopter and pulled a steaming rapid-fire gun with one hand to shoot outwards. She also had a blood-red headband tied on her forehead, looking extremely fierce.

While roaring and attacking the magic bat, he shouted to the dwarf engineering master Overback who was driving the gyrocopter:

"The height is enough! Throw the bomb down, this cute big explosion will surprise the devils. A double surprise! Oh yeah!"

She bit open the tab of the grenade, and smashed it towards the doomsday guard who was rushing towards her with a roar. She threw it into the mouth of the ugly demon. The loud explosion made the demon rush towards him in pain and broke the gyrocopter into pieces.

The two dwarfs were grabbed by the upper demon and wanted to crush them, but they didn't care. They just lowered their heads at the same time and looked at the big bomb falling from the sky.

The round shell was painted with strange skulls that only dwarfs could understand, and the small lights dotted on it flashed as fast as a horse, and finally all lit up in red.

There was a loud bang, and a strange white light erupted in the center of Stormwind City on the land where the demons were roaring. The energy of order it came with shattered the city and formed a milky white impact ring, sweeping across the mess like a sickle. earth.

Those demons strengthened by evil energy cannot withstand this explosion of pure titan power, and will be burned to ashes at the moment of contact.

After just a few seconds of energy explosion, the cleared battlefield looked a bit messy, leaving an ugly big hole in Stormwind City's busiest business district.

If the Masons were hired to restore it, the cost would be astronomical.

The bomb was extremely powerful, killing thousands of demons in an instant, but this was not enough to stop the demons. In an instant, more demons rushed into the strange smoke and gas mass with the power of order that made them uncomfortable. battlefield.

The first wave of demons howled and wanted to level the place, but the moment these crazy monsters stepped onto the damaged city wall, they seemed to sense something dangerous and stopped in unison.

"ah!!!"

Amidst the elongated female screams, under the gaze of the demons, two strange-looking "mechanical dwarfs" hugged each other and danced down from the high altitude, and then hit the ground in front of them with a thud.

A flesh-and-blood body smashed down from such a height would definitely turn into mud, but the two steel dwarfs jumped up as if nothing had happened and started tearing apart each other, blaming each other for the unplanned fall.

They even took out weird Titan wrenches and beat each other until a demon guard couldn't stand it anymore and swung his ax with a roar and knocked the two noisy dwarfs away.

This blow brought the demons back to their senses.

They remembered the purpose of coming here, and charged forward again, shouting.

"Hey! Who allowed you to enter my city? Have you paid the toll in Goldshire?"

A cry like steel clashing sounded from the ruined walls outside the explosion crater.

The Fel Lord, who was leading the charge, turned around against his axe, and saw an Iron Vrykul wearing lion armor standing up from the ruins of a collapsed tower.

He moved his shoulders to let the dust fly away. The steel-shaped face could see the perseverance of Varian Wrynn. This guy held the Emperor's Sword and the Ashbringer with only the hilt left in his hand.

He stared at the overwhelming crowd of demons, a look of eagerness to fight on his steely face.

Behind him, Shaw, who was hiding in the shadow of the Silent One and was not affected by the Return to Origin bomb, moved the six tentacle-like and spider-leg-like limbs growing out of his back to release the form of the God of Choice, and took out The horn on his waist was placed in front of his mouth full of sharp teeth, and he glanced at the demon coming up as if teasingly.

He whispered in Shasyar:

"Weak little devils, welcome to the age of mythology."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The low sound of horns echoed in the city that was dead after the bombing. Under the stunned gaze of the demons, one tall figure after another was awakened from under the ruins and stood up.

They still wore tattered armor and clothes from long-term battles, and held completely disproportionate weapons like toys in their hands. Each one felt the power of steel given by their ancestors after returning to their origins.

Just like the last eight hundred warriors of the legendary Battle of Argus returned to the battlefield in the form of mythical heroes under the inspiration of the gods, the same miracle also reappeared on the land of the eastern continent of Azeroth at this desperate moment. .

They are no longer a solitary army of eight hundred, nor are they one in a million chosen by the gods. Everyone who has survived ten days of fierce battles and still sets foot on the final battle has received such a "blessing of return to the source."

Just like a steel army that came out of the mythical age, just like the legendary army that destroyed the world of Argus head-on. They shed their weak flesh and blood under the call of the emperor's horn, and will face the threats of demons with steel.

The world of Azeroth is like a blind box with multiple seals.

The first floor is filled with stubborn resisters, and the second floor is filled with endless warriors and demigods. After finally defeating the first two floors to the third floor, the results are revealed.

Huo, good guys, the tired warriors who survived transformed into Super Saiyans.

Ha, are you surprised?

Is it surprising?

"Soldiers!"

Varian, the Iron Man, the Ashbringer, the second generation of the Warrior God, Wrynn, easily kicked the big head of the Fel Lord who was still struggling at his feet.

He raised the Ashbringer, which was burning like a blade of light, high in the air. As the Iron Warriors watched, the blade swung downwards. The flying blade pointed directly in front of him and was being slaughtered by the Iron Guards like melons and vegetables. of devil.

The emperor's voice echoed across heaven and earth, like a roar and a judgment.

"Fight back with me!"

——

"boom"

The door of a certain room in Boralus Daelin Fortress was kicked open.

Lady Catherine, the pirate governor in military uniform, rushed in with a sword in hand. When she saw her little daughter hurriedly adjusting her clothes and the big pig's hooves who had taken off her shirt, she suddenly became furious.

Her Majesty the Queen shouted:

"When did this happen! You two are still here as lovers! Do you want to make me angry to death? Do you want to make your father and your brother angry to death?

Even a painter from Tanred went up to the city wall wearing a battle armor! As his sister, you are still here

Pooh!

Break your legs! "

"Listen to my explanation."

Jaina's cheeks were red and she wanted to explain, but her mother wouldn't listen at all. She pulled her behind her and raised her sword with a whoosh to Arthas Menethil's neck.

His Royal Highness the Human Sword Saint Prince has a hundred ways to deal with the situation at hand, but he feels so guilty that he dare not move at all.

"I want to give it to you"

The angry Catherine gritted her teeth, but before she could finish her words, the wall behind exploded.

In the flying blue anger, Miss Fenner, the eldest daughter of the sea, appeared in the smoke and dust, holding the Titan Killer in one hand and seven or eight high-level demon heads tied together in the other hand.

First, he glanced at his disheveled sister with red cheeks, and then at Alsace, who was shirtless.

Fenner curled her lips and threw the demon's head aside. With a hook of her left foot, Alsace's sword was thrown into his hand.

"Mom, leave this to me, I'm a professional."

Fenner waved to Catherine's mother, looked back at Alsace like a parent, stretched out her hand and poked the little prince on the chest, and said:

"You want to marry my sister?"

"Well, I really want to, this is my wish and ideal in life!"

"Are you qualified?"

"Emmmm, I think I'm enough."

"Don't think so, you idiot!"

Finna arrogantly put her hands on her hips and pointed at the chaotic city outside. There was also the low roar of planes in the sky at the end of the coast. They were bombers arriving from Mechagon.

The three planes carried three homing bombs and were going to launch a surprise bombing attack on Boralus according to Blake's plan long ago.

The idiot warrior moved his neck and said to the blushing Alsace:

"Our Proudmoore family has a martial tradition. Well, if you can kill a thousand, um, three thousand demons after the battle.

I will decide to marry my sister to you. "

"you?"

Arthas glanced at the energetic idiot warrior and complained in a low voice:

"You can be the master of ghosts. Do you want to give Black a pillow? Besides, your brother got my sister pregnant! This is retaliation."

"What are you mumbling about?"

Fenner asked angrily.

Arthas didn't dare to say anything anymore. He could only glance at Jaina, put on his armor, carried his sword on his back, turned around and jumped out of the crack in the wall created by Fenner.

This is a height of nearly 100 meters.

But Arthas opened his arms like a bird and felt the throbbing of falling. When he was about to hit the ground, he opened his eyes and drew his sword forward with cold murderous intent.

The next moment, sword shadows flew around, and a dozen demons fell to the ground with their heads flying.

This move is called the Eliminating Blade!

He stole this from the greenskins.

"Oh, not bad."

Finna admired this scene, whistled and boasted:

"She's barely one-tenth as powerful as me. My little sister has good eyesight. Why is that old man Dai Lin standing on the dock?

She even had that middle-class pose that hugged the sun.

He can no longer be strengthened by the Origin Bomb.

This idiot!

Little sister, stop adjusting your skirt, even the blind can see it!

You dare to wear black at such a young age, you really have advanced taste, come on! Let's go rescue that old bastard who's looking for death. "