Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The Presto family does not have a tradition of believing in the Holy Light, but the royal family of Lordaeron has adopted the Church of the Holy Light as the state religion since the founding of the country. Therefore, on the day of Princess Calia's wedding, it must be done by a Holy Light priest. Host the wedding and bless the couple.

And based on the status of the Menethil family, the person invited this time is of course the most powerful and famous priest in the entire human kingdom, His Majesty the Pope Alonsos Fao.

The appearance of this old man, the spokesman of the Holy Light in the human kingdom, who had a higher status than the king in the eyes of the people, at the wedding immediately aroused a fanatical pursuit.

Many nobles knelt humbly on the carpets on either side of the Pope's walk, praying for the Pope's blessing.

The smiling old man was holding a priest's staff carved from the sanctified bones of Ursoc and decorated with sacred crystals. He was wearing a set of simple priest robes and hung a weathered holy symbol on his chest. His hands touch the tops of the believers' heads and the backs of their hands.

Those who are sincere believers consider it a privilege.

Some even shed tears inspired by their faith on the spot, showing a fanatical and sincere attitude. However, considering that these nobles are generally good at acting, the authenticity of these tears is more doubtful.

But to be honest, after seeing the influence of the old pope among the nobles and the people with his own eyes, the pirates who were hiding aside and watching with cold eyes gained a little more understanding.

No wonder Deathwing is so powerful that he has to do things in a sneaky way in the human kingdom.

He may easily conquer and destroy everyone who challenges him.

But as long as people like the old Pope and Lothar stand high and shout, human resistance will never stop. Just like humans resisting the orcs, although it takes a long time, they will definitely win.

The giant dragon is not afraid of ants, but being bitten by an ant is very painful.

"Fortunately, I established a good relationship with the old man from the beginning, and fortunately the old man Faao is not a stubborn person who accepts death. Otherwise, the old man would have given me a real headache if he signed a 'Pirate Conquest Order'."

Blake lowered his head and took a sip of wine, feeling a little thankful in his heart.

Behind old Faao, the kings appeared one by one.

King Terenas, who was middle-aged but strong, wore royal ceremonial robes, a crown of thorns, and held a simple scepter. He walked into the palace under the escort of the chief of the palace guard and Marshal Garithos.

The king's eyes were stern and he kept nodding to the crowd leaning around him.

He is the master here, so he naturally has to act like a master.

Behind him was the older King Thoras Trollbane, the king of the Highlanders who commanded a large territory including the Arathi Highlands and Hillsbrad Foothills.

His royal city, Stromgarde, is the recognized birthplace of human civilization.

Behind these two people, King Genn Greymane of Gilneas held the hand of Queen Mia Greymane and walked into the palace dressed in the timeless classic dress and hat of the people of Gilneas.

Behind them was little prince Liam.

The magic city-state of Dalaran also sent Archmage Modera and Archmage Drandon as envoys to observe the ceremony.

Then, with slight astonishment, Blake saw Daelin Proudmoore wearing an admiral's uniform, holding the hand of Ms. Gina Golden Sword so generously, and holding the hand of his knight commander Cyrus. Entering the palace under escort.

This move caused exclamations of surprise in the palace.

Good guy, bringing a mistress out to show off in such a grand manner is an "official announcement", right? Have you discussed it with Caitlin?

Aren't you afraid that when you go back, Caitlin will shoot you in the head?

That woman who Black should call "mother", that brave queen who was born into the noble family of Kul Tiras, can definitely do such a thing!

"Hmph, you annoying elf, mom should be here."

Blake was complaining in his heart at this moment, but unexpectedly heard little Gianna next to him complaining in a low voice.

This gave the pirate a sense of relief.

OK, now that the child is older, he knows how to complain for his mother. Coupled with Fenner's stupid soldier who has been unwilling to admit Dai Lin, Dai Lin's family affairs will still be "fun" in the future.

"Oh, children, don't meddle in adults' business. If your father and your mother quarrel, you must not participate casually. This will make both of them sad.

Besides, your father is determined to bring a woman from outside home, and your mother can't stop him. He is the king after all.

Kings have special privileges. "

Blake gave a few words of false persuasion.

It was said to be persuasion, but it was more like adding fuel to the fire. Little Gianna pursed her lips and didn't want to speak, but the light in her eyes told her that this matter was definitely not over yet!

The last king to appear is Varian Wrynn, King of Stormwind.

When the young king appeared under the escort of Archduke Bolvar Fordragon, all eyes in the palace turned to him.

The attention at this moment even exceeded the Pope's appearance just now, but this attention was not for Varian, and the young king knew this.

He was a little worried, but took a deep breath and did not step into the palace immediately, but waited there.

Against the backdrop of the light outside the palace, a tall, bald, white-haired old man wearing ceremonial armor was walking into the palace in front of him with firm steps, in the eyes of everyone, either expectantly or hostilely. .

Anduin Lothar!

This is the last descendant of the empire who has been in Northern Xinjiang for a few days but has not made any high-profile activities, but has caused a lot of troubles. He is the savior of the eastern continent and the destroyer of the orc tribe. He is an old man whose reputation is so high that every king is frightened. , just like he stepped onto the battlefield, he stepped into the wedding in front of him.

Varian Wrynn was half a body behind him. Amid everyone's exclamations, he took out the Emperor's Sword from behind that had been talked about by countless people in recent months.

With the dignity of a king, he held the sword in both hands, followed Lothar, and walked straight into the palace that was filled with deathly silence after the exclamation.

All the kings frowned, even Dailin.

When they had a secret conversation with Lothar before, they asked the old marshal to give them a final answer on issues such as war and peace, order and chaos, the past and the future.

Lothar said he would consider it.

He thought about it.

Right now, this is his answer!

Answer from a warrior.

Ah, how reliable a man who is a warrior till death can be as a friend, and how much of a headache it will be when he becomes an enemy.

How would they respond to Lothar's answer?

The Orc War has just ended, is there really going to be another civil war?

Behind Varian, the Grand Duke of Stormwind Kingdom, Bolvar Fordragon, frowned and looked at everything in front of him.

As a powerful nobleman of the Kingdom of Stormwind, he did not want to see his king show his attitude so clearly on such an occasion.

But as a paladin, Duke Bolvar could not fault Varian's behavior in his heart.

There was even a hint of relief, emotion and excitement.

This is what true Paladins should be like. When they became Paladins, they swore an oath to the Holy Light. They want to maintain justice and order, protect all beautiful things, and protect hope.

These oaths are the source of their strength.

The more determined you are, the stronger you become.

No wonder Varian's Holy Fire grew so fast. Did this young man already make a vow to stick to his life long before he was officially baptized?

"Wow, this black-haired man looks so cool."

In the dead silence, the little star next to the pirate looked forward with trepidation, and finally saw the protagonist of today's wedding, Lord Daval Presto.

The latter was standing next to King Terenas, standing with a group of kings majestically, as if he was one of them.

This is indeed the case. As long as today's wedding is completed, it is estimated that within a month, Lord Davar will have an extra crown as the King of Alterac on his head.

"Mr. Black, this atmosphere isn't right. Why does it look like there's going to be a fight?"

Little Gianna shrank her head in fear, and whispered to Blake beside her:

"Marshal Lothar and brother Varian, why are they standing opposite the kings? Shouldn't they be standing with father and the others?"

"Aren't we also standing opposite the kings?"

Black put his hand on little Gianna's beautiful hair. In the silent palace, the pirate said to the little mage:

"This is a good thing. It means that Marshal Lothar chose to stand with us. This is a good thing. Let me do a magic for you, little Anna. Come on, close your eyes and count down seven times."

He glanced at the pocket watch in his hand one last time, and quietly activated the Beast Alliance. From the bird's-eye view of Hisari Black Crow, who was flying high in the sky, he searched for a group of black dots that were rushing toward him.

Wow, what a big group of greenskins!

He glanced at little Gianna beside him, who had closed her eyes obediently, and said:

"Start, count down seven times, then open your eyes, you will see something amazing."

"Really?"

The little star next to him asked doubtfully.

The stupid blue dragon also closed his eyes and started counting down with Jaina, but when he counted to four, Little Star suddenly opened his eyes.

The perception originating from the giant dragon made her feel that there was a strange aura approaching the palace quickly.

It's not just her.

The two archmages in the palace, as well as the Silvermoon Archmage Rommath, the envoy of Quel'Thalas, as well as the court mages of Lordaeron, His Holiness Faol, King Daelin and Lothar, the great knights, etc. Wait for all the powerful men to raise their heads at the same moment!

Something is coming.

"That is."

"Shhh."

Little Xingxing wanted to ask, but the pirate made a silence gesture. Black held the grimoire around his waist and said to his schoolgirl:

"Do you remember what you promised me before you came here?"

"Um!"

Little Star said seriously:

"What do you say, I do!"

"Very well, then listen carefully, I will give you an order now."

The pirate felt the increasingly clear chaotic perception above his head, and he said:

"I know you have the Tidestone that Kojo brought back from Stranglethorn Vale in your hand. Use it!"

"ah?"

The little blue dragon was stunned for a moment, and then pulled out a beautiful, irregular rune stone with blue waves on its surface. When he took it out, the pirate clearly heard the phantom sound of the sea.

Little Xingxing was finally able to get back on her feet and was very excited. She asked excitedly:

"When to use it?"

"Now!"

The pirate picked up Jaina, who was still counting down with her eyes closed, and disappeared.

Little Xingxing pursed her lips, and under the stunned gazes of the people around her, she threw the powerful-looking thing in her hand toward the center of the palace like a dart.

"boom"

"boom"

There were two loud noises at the same time, and the dome of the palace was smashed and knocked open by the arrogant thing. While the rolling dragon's breath flames were spitting out, the Tide Stone also rolled out of the roaring waves the moment it hit the ground.

Under the control of the little star, the people in the palace were swallowed up by the rising tide in an instant.

The blending of water and fire happened quickly and briefly. While everyone was soaked in the water, surprisingly few people in the palace were burned by the dragon fire falling from the sky.

But this is just a "hello".

While the six or seven red dragons of the Dragonmaw clan roared and flew around the damaged palace, the greenskins sitting behind the dragons roared and jumped from the sky.

It looked like a group of violent airborne paratroopers. When they landed, they chased and slashed at the human beings who were swept up by the tide.

"Protect the King!"

"Protect the marshal!"

Two shouts rang out in no particular order.

Some of them rushed towards the kings, while others rushed towards Lothar, who was retreating in the tide. The first part was okay, there were not many people blocking them, and they successfully protected the kings as they retreated to the higher ladder platform.

But the latter part is more unfortunate.

"Bang, bang"

With two loud noises, the great knight Turalyon and the high-ranking paladin Colonel Alfred Abidis, who worked together to cut off Lothar's rear, were pushed by a terrifying force within two seconds of engaging the enemy. Then he flew backwards from the spot and hit the chaotic crowd.

A bloody gust of wind swept through the messy palace, pursuing Anduin Lothar mercilessly on the carpet filled with blood and tide. Lothar, holding the Emperor's Sword, sensed the cold and violent killing intent behind him. Pushed Varian away who wanted to call for the Holy Light.

He held the sword in his hand just like when he was fighting Orgrim, blocking the sword in front of him, but was knocked to the ground by the pursuer with a clean and powerful axe.

The old marshal is old and is no longer in his prime.

And because the previous injury affected his strength, he was somewhat powerless when facing the opponent whose force value was obviously higher than Orgrim's.

He didn't even have time to arouse his anger, and his defense was defeated by this beheading.

The Emperor's Sword Stormka flew out in a spin, whizzed and flipped a few times, and was inserted diagonally in front of Varian Wrynn's eyes. The young king who was pushed away looked up, and the scene in front of him almost shocked him. All the blood in his body went cold.

An orc.

A muscular orc wearing a clan-style battle armor embellished with animal bones and a single ponytail stood in front of Marshal Lothar, holding an exaggeratedly large ax that roared in blood-red fury.

On the ground around him, the corpses of four or five Paladins were lying scattered.

"How could Orgrim Doomhammer die in the hands of a weak warrior like you? You must have used some weak strategy, right?"

Chief of the Warsong Clan, Grom Hellscream, the bravest and most savage legendary warrior that could be born in the world of Draenor, looked condescendingly at Anduin Lothar, who was defeated by his axe.

The most capable war chief snorted disdainfully. The anger around him gathered and twisted into lines like evil spirits. Like a real beast, he roared at Lothar.

His blood-red eyes were full of sarcasm.

Without even giving Lothar time to answer, he raised the blood-howling battle ax in his hand. Amidst the bloody anger that turned into a demon and roared, the powerful and cruel orc chief said:

"It doesn't matter, you don't have to answer, I don't care."

"Weak guys don't deserve to live! No matter it's Orgrim or you"