Shadow Trails in Azeroth

As Shore and Nathanos teamed up to kill the Assassin Master Carlu Aurelius, Farad also died at the hands of Black, and the four Assassin Masters who rebelled within Ravenholdt have all been killed.

This meant that Anduin Lothar finally no longer had to worry about the threat from the assassins, but it didn't mean that the old marshal could sit back and relax.

There are still many people in this city who want his life.

In such a chaotic situation, and Lothar was separated from his protectors, those who had "ideas" in their minds jumped out one after another.

The marshal riding a war horse, the young King Varian and the agents of MI7 were galloping through the streets of Lordaeron. They were traveling very fast to the safest area of ​​the city.

That is, the royal city controlled by the blue dragons, which is where they just left.

Although the blue dragons will not interfere in these affairs, in the areas controlled by them, the killers cannot carry out assassinations blatantly.

This is equivalent to provoking the power of the magic army.

"boom"

As this group of people rushed out of the street in the lower city, piercing gunshots suddenly rang out from a rooftop outside the street. The bullets flew past Lothar's horse, causing the bricks and stones nearby to crack.

The old marshal reacted quickly and pulled out the short knife from his horse pocket, turned around and threw a heroic throw, shattering the eaves of the roof more than ten yards away.

Amidst the screams, a gunman dressed as a noble attendant danced and fell from a high place.

But the gunfire just now was like a signal, and soon more figures appeared on the surrounding rooftops and on street corners.

They looked like a rabble.

They all carried uniform muskets in their hands and rushed out in a chaotic manner. They wanted to kill the old marshal in front of them with a row of muskets, but they ignored Lothar's own strength.

Although he was almost killed by Grom's axe, considering that there are only a few people in the world of Azeroth who can receive Hellscream's axe, this does not mean that Lothar is powerless. old guy.

In short, when these rabble rushed out, what they saw face to face was the old marshal holding the horse's rein with one hand, lowering his body and making a charging motion, with an expressionless face.

Behind him were a dozen elite cavalrymen from MI7, and a Paladin King who wielded a heavy hammer and opened the protective halo.

"Charge tactics!"

Varian, who charged with Lothar, shouted at the others.

A few seconds later, the cavalry easily rushed out from the wailing corner of the street. They did not lose a single person, but the "assassins" in the rear had suffered heavy injuries under the trampling of the horses.

"Marshal Lothar, come with me quickly! The road to the palace from here has been cleared by us! General Nathanos asked me to escort you to a safe area."

After everyone rushed out of the lower city, a young voice sounded on the main road leading to the palace. Losara grabbed the reins of her horse and looked forward, finding a knight in leather armor galloping with a group of knights. Come.

The costumes of this group of people are very interesting.

Their leather armor is obviously made after imitating the attire of the Farstrider Legion of the elves of Quel'Thalas. It ensures protection without affecting combat movements. Moreover, each of them carries a bow and quiver on his back, and in addition to the ordinary sword and shield on his waist , with a musket and ammunition pouch inserted.

In the pockets of their horses, there are Alliance elite muskets with bronze sights. This is a weapon specially designed and made by the dwarf engineering masters of Gnomeregan for the size of human soldiers.

It has excellent texture, is stable and easy to use, has extremely high accuracy and strong destructive power.

The only drawback is that it's expensive.

Having this kind of equipment proves that the soldiers in front of them are definitely elite troops, and from the emblems on their shirts, they can tell that they are the standard legion of Lordaeron.

But Lothar had never seen such a formation of soldiers in the orc war.

Varian Wrynn also looked at the soldiers approaching them warily. The king quietly made a gesture, and the MI7 knights behind them clenched their weapons and were ready to fight at any time.

"What's your name, Captain?"

The old marshal shook his head slightly at Varian and asked the warrior in front of him who was controlling the horse.

The young soldier replied in a deep voice:

"My name is Halford Wyrmbane, Marshal. I belong to the First Team of the Ranger Legion of Lordaeron. I am a combat ranger personally formed and trained by General Nathanos Marris.

The general asked us last night to ensure the safety of the road leading to the palace in case of emergencies.

There are still large groups of orcs looting ahead, and the city defense forces are fighting with them. Marshal, please come with us, and we will be responsible for your safety. "

Lothar pondered for a moment, recalling the information he had collected. Nathanos Maris was said to have a close relationship with Master Assassin Black Shaw, and also maintained an excellent relationship with Shaw, the leader of MI7.

This is a power that can be trusted.

"Okay, then just lead the way, Captain, please excuse me."

Lothar said softly.

The young Captain Halfer said in a respectful tone:

"It is our honor to accompany you, Marshal."

After saying that, he turned back and made a tactical gesture to his dozen knights. These human rangers who had just begun training immediately dispersed into a hunting formation, and the team protecting the marshal in front marched towards the palace.

His well-trained posture made Lothar nod repeatedly. Without the second lieutenant's introduction, he could tell that these rangers were real veterans.

The calmness and sharpness exuded from them are qualities that the recruits cannot fake at all.

"Marshal Garithos has established a defense line outside the palace, and the priests of the Holy Light Church have also set up a medical point in the palace. Currently, all the kings except His Majesty Dai Lin are taking shelter there.

The orc chiefs who came to attack us had retreated and fled under the siege of the great knights, but after the black dragons were shot down, they lost their flying mounts.

They can't escape far!

His Majesty Dai Lin served as the temporary commander at the request of the Pope and led the paladins to chase the fleeing orcs. The raiders of the Blackstone Tribe may be a trouble, but as long as the city defense army is fully assembled, they will have no way to escape. "

Without Lothar's inquiry, the young captain reported the current situation in the city to the marshal and His Majesty Varian as if reporting on military affairs.

At the end of his speech, he whispered:

"Every king has sent his attendants to look for you in the city."

"Ah, yes, I met them just now, and they were very 'enthusiastic'."

The old marshal curled his lips, replied casually, and then asked seriously:

"How are the casualties in the city?"

"The nobles suffered heavy losses."

Halver thought of the tragic situation he saw just now and sighed:

"After today, the noble inheritance of Lordaeron is expected to be greatly affected. The battle between the black dragon and the blue dragon almost destroyed half of the palace. Fortunately, there were no casualties among the high-level officials."

"I'm not asking about nobles!"

Lothar interrupted the captain and said with emphasis:

"Where are the civilians? They have no one to protect them. They can only escape on their own. Almost a third of the lower city has been destroyed! Where are their casualties? Has anyone counted them?"

"No.

Your Majesty called on the guards of the nobles to collect the injured, but after the disaster, there was a shortage of manpower. Everyone was busy guarding the palace, and Your Majesty had no choice. He could only try his best to expand the Holy Light Barrier he presided over outside the royal city. . "

The captain was silent for a while, then he whispered:

"But I saw that the Luna Priests and Druids who came to watch the ceremony had set up temporary shelters near the war zone. Many civilians who could not go to the church went to them."

"Our people still need to rely on the kindness and protection of foreigners in this time of disaster."

Lothar did not answer, but Varian beside him tightened his grip on the horse's reins. The young king felt deeply ashamed at this time.

There seemed to be a fire burning in his eyes.

Although he is young, he is not reckless. He knows that he lacks the power to change everything now. But in less than three thousand years, civilization has already decayed to this point.

No wonder Odin, the master of the legendary Hall of Valor and the Lord of War, looks down on humans.

How can we lead human civilization well if we stay with such a group of insects?

The young king sat on his horse and thought so in his heart.

As the team gradually approached the royal city, the tense atmosphere in the team also dissipated. The knights of MI7 were still vigilant. The bodies of the killed Blackstone orcs and the defenders could still be seen on both sides of the aisle.

However, there were almost no civilian casualties, probably because there were not many civilians around the royal city today. In this way, it was a blessing in disguise.

"Lotha is there! Rush over and kill him!"

Just as they were about to approach the palace gate, an angry shout made everyone in the team turn around at the same time.

A group of Shattered Hand Orc assassins who came from nowhere were rushing out of an alley on one side. Seeing the blood all over their bodies, you knew that these guys must have had a fight with the human defenders before.

The leading orc warlord, riding on a black wolf, saw Marshal Lothar being guarded by everyone at a glance.

The main reason is that the old marshal's "unique" hairstyle and his age are really conspicuous in such a group of young people.

The orcs of the Shattered Hand clan are notoriously lunatic among the orcs. If you want to join this clan, you have to cut off one of your hands. Therefore, this brutal clan that is rich in assassins is full of sadists and masochists.

They enjoy fighting.

No, to be precise, they enjoy pain.

No matter if the pain is inflicted on yourself or others.

The crazy orcs screamed and rushed towards Lothar. The young captain Halford Wymbane pulled out the knight sword from his waist with a swipe. He hardly needed any command and swung the sword in his hand downwards. , there was a row of muskets sniping and firing.

At such a close distance, the musket equipped with a scope was too late to fire a second shot.

But these human rangers also have their own methods. Those who are skilled in archery draw their bows and fire arrows on their war horses, and those who are good at melee combat grab a melee musket and follow Halver to launch a wall charge against the orcs.

Relying on the height advantage of the war horses, they easily formed a "human wall" between the orcs and Lothar. Unless they collapsed, the orcs would not be able to harm the old marshal.

The knights from MI7 also joined the sudden battle, but the moment they broke away from their formation, Varian and Lothar felt something was wrong at the same time.

"ah!"

The young king rushed towards the old marshal, calling for the power of the holy light to bless himself and Lothar. Lothar also swung the emperor's sword with one arm and slashed it down towards the cold place.

Almost at the same time, the orc "handsome man" with flowing hair quietly appeared again.

Kargath Shatterhand's black hair was fluttering. The moment he emerged from the shadows, the poisoned battle ax in his hand whizzed towards Varian, while the ferocious blade fist in his other hand turned into a A ray of black light went straight to Lothar's heart.

Varian was kicked away by Lothar.

He narrowly dodged the poisoned battle ax flying towards his head, but at the critical moment the marshal chose to rescue Varian, leaving him no time to mount any effective defense.

"puff"

In Kargas's ferocious smile, the black blade fist pierced into Lothar's light armor like tearing paper.

It penetrated the flesh and extended all the way inward, but before it touched the heart, Lothar punched his chin in anger, and his whole body was thrown away.

In this punch, Lothar used his legendary power called "Iron Horse Knight", and Kargas spat out a mouthful of bloody teeth when he hit the ground.

But the orc chief didn't care about his own embarrassment.

Because he saw the blood flowing from Lothar's chest.

All good assassins in this world have their own quirks, such as the stinky pirate's mouth that can make the dead angry again, and Granny Xiao rarely uses poison.

But there are also many assassins who have no bottom line. They are very pure when they assassinate, and their purpose is to kill the opponent.

Such as Kargath Bladefist.

Each of this guy's sidearms has terrible toxins on it.

Lothar was stabbed by him, and the poison dissolved in his blood. The old man was finished. He used this poisonous blade to kill the legendary arakkoa in Draenor.

Only one knife was used

This is the legendary power of Kargath: the Deathblade of Sadism.

He is probably the most powerful poison master in both worlds.

In addition to being deadly, the toxin he prepared also had another biggest feature, which was that all those who were poisoned would be tortured in the most painful way before they finally died.

Watching the painful and lost expressions of those who were poisoned was Kargas's only pleasure besides watching gladiatorial fights.

But today, Kargas decided to make an exception for Lothar.

He wants to take Lothar's head back to claim his status in the "new tribe".

What Orgrim Doomhammer and Grom Hellscream couldn't do, he did it!

He is the most powerful orc chief!

"Don't worry, Lothar, I will prolong this process as long as possible so that you can fully experience the pain of peeling off your flesh and blood."

Kargath Bladefist shook his head, letting his flowing black hair sway in the wind. He didn't even look at the tribesmen who were used as bait, nor did he look at Varian, who was howling and rushing towards him. Wrynn.

These guys are no threat at all

"boom"

Kargas was walking towards Lothar, who was weak and fell to the ground. When he was three steps away, he suddenly turned around and slashed hard with his blade fist, knocking away the one-handed battle ax that silently came from behind.

The thing roared and spun in the air several times before finally falling into its owner's hands.

A tall orc wearing a brown animal skin, wearing a black wolfskin hat, holding two rune battle axes, and carrying an animal bone battle bow silently walked out of the shadow of the house on one side.

Behind him followed a big brown bear that was shaking its head.

The bear was several times larger than Blake's horns.

The most peculiar thing is that the eyes of this brown bear have the light that only intelligent life can have.

If they didn't know the truth, others might think that another hunter had successfully tamed a great druid.

"Lexa"

Kargas narrowed his eyes and said in a bad tone:

"You, a 'wanderer' who betrayed your tribe twice, don't even bother to help. Why are you helping humans in return? Was this disloyal behavior taught to you by Brox?"

"I am no one's enemy and have no intention of fighting anyone."

The legendary hunter of the orcs, Rexxar Remar Moknatha, son of the wilderness, moved his body much larger than the average orc. He stared at Kargath Shatterhand in front of him and tightened his grip on the two rune axes in his hands.

He said in a low, somewhat muddy voice:

“But I won’t allow you to kill him.

This is what I'm saying to you.

That's what Brother Saurfang told you.

This is what the Kor'kron clan is telling you!

You defeated him, you have proven your strength, you have washed away the shame of the dead old tribe, and leave with victory and glory, Kargath.

We have already suffered the consequences of being exploited by the devil, and we should not make the same mistake again. The era of chaotic war is over! From now on, we orcs will only fight for ourselves.

Our power will not be used for conspiracy, whether it is demons or black dragons.

Let's go.

The warm-up of the city of Lordaeron is over, and it’s time to get down to business. "