Shadow Trails in Azeroth

First there was the dragon's war, then there were meteorites falling from the sky.

Green flames rise in the sun, the blue dragons that constantly enter the city through the light gate in the sky, and the evil flame hellfire demons that stand up from the violent earthquakes.

All these things that originally only existed in stories suddenly appeared in front of ordinary people, which was indeed a terrible challenge to their fragile cognitive abilities.

But for those who are well-informed, these are just "battlefield beacons" when the strong fight. The vivid signs are 'warning' to everyone around them, and the weak should not get close!

But in fact, the most important battle was over. The six black dragons were frozen into ice blocks by the angry blue dragons. Under the orders of the Spellweaver, they wanted to bring these black dragons back to the Demonic Nexus for "judgment".

The elite azure dragonmen "replaced" the Lordaeron guards and "guarded" the royal city. The blue dragons suspected that there should be hidden black dragons or their followers in the city.

Black dragons deserve to die!

Those bastards who worship the black dragon should also die!

But Deathwing never showed up, and he didn't know whether he escaped or was hiding in the dark and observing secretly.

Little Star reported to Spellweaver that there must be at least one black dragon hiding in Ravenholdt Manor in the Hillsbrad Hills, so five or six adult blue dragons, led by Little Star, came out in a mighty way. Go to the Assassin's League headquarters.

The Spellweaver is still sitting in the sky above the city of Lordaeron.

The old blue dragon was in a happy mood today, but his heart was as cold as iron.

I finally came to the Eastern Continent and finally caught the traces of the hidden black dragons. If I didn't seize the opportunity to kill them all this time, what's the point of Malygos, a spell weaver?

However, blue dragons are "very measured\

,"They only care about matters related to black dragons, and will never interfere in the battles between humans and orcs, as well as humans and humans.

Therefore, although the blue dragons could easily sense Lothar's assassination and attack by Kargath, they still chose to stand by and watch.

The melee between the human knights and the Shattered Hand orcs continues, but the situation on Lothar's side has undergone very subtle changes. What should have been a battle between humans and orcs has now evolved into a "battle" between orcs and orcs. .

"hehe."

In the front, faced with Rexxar's "persuasion", Kargath's broken hand just sneered a few times. He moved his fingers to take out a poisoned battle ax from behind his waist, and waved it again, which was stained with blood. The blade fist.

He said to Lexa in a threatening and threatening tone:

"What if I don't want to obey your preaching? Boy, you dog of Brox! What right do you have to say this to me? You betrayed your clan, you betrayed Orgrim.

Now, are you going to choose to betray your compatriots again? "

Kargath's insults did not arouse the orc hunter's anger. He just silently raised two rune battle axes.

The left-hand ax "Misha" and the right-hand ax "Rema".

This is a very legendary weapon in the world of Draenor, representing the history of the clan. The history carried by these two axes is not long, and the clan they belong to is not famous among all the orcs.

But any orc who has heard the stories of the Mok'Natha clan will have the highest respect for these powerful hunters.

They are the "elves" among the orcs.

A random person from the clan, even a child, has strength and skills comparable to the bravest hunters from other clans. Hunting is an instinct engraved in the bones and souls of all the orcs of the Mok'Nassa clan.

When Rexxar raised his battle axe, the lazy big brown bear stood up in an instant and roared angrily towards Kargas. The neighing of eagles was heard in the sky, and the humming of porcupines was heard in the streets behind. .

"If you don't listen, then I will 'persuad' you. If persuasion is useless, I will knock you out and take you away."

Rexxar still had the same unhurried tone, but Kargas made defensive movements. This was due to his extremely keen sense of danger that he had developed in the ogre's arena in his early years.

Chief Shatterhand didn't know Rexxar's specific strength, but he knew that Brox valued this despicable half-blood. In addition, Rexxar has always kept a low profile, and basically no one has heard of his name.

It is a normal reaction to feel contempt for such a person.

But it was only when Rexxa was angered that Kargas realized how difficult this kid was. A legendary hunter, plus three legendary war beasts

He could destroy a clan overnight if he wanted to.

How could such a person live in such obscurity before?

"leave."

Lexa, who was wearing a bat-like wolf-head mask, seemed to sense Kargas’s hesitation, and he said softly:

"This is not the place for us orcs. This land and its creatures are cursing us. We should have left long ago."

"whispering sound"

Chief Shattered Hand looked back at Old Marshal Lothar, who was lying in Varian's arms. The life-loving chief calculated the gains and losses in his mind, curled his lips, and stepped back into the shadows, his black hair swaying in the wind.

This old man is dead.

No one can save him, so let him die in pain.

After all, this is the road to death, long and painful.

"Snapped"

A bag of ground herbs was thrown in front of Varian and Lothar. Rexxar stuck his two axes on his waist and touched the war bear Misha beside him. He turned around and left along the way he came.

He said without looking back:

"There is no cure for Kargath's poison, at least in our world. But Azeroth is a land of wonders, and perhaps there is a cure for him here.

These are the hunting poisons of the Bloodring Clan. If he is hopeless, these will at least make him die more pleasantly. "

"Orc! Die!"

The brave Captain Halford Wymbane rode towards this side on horseback. He saw the weird orc throwing things towards the old marshal. He mistakenly thought that this guy was an important figure who wanted to kill humans.

Then he came to drive him away with his sword in hand.

Lexa didn't make any moves, and Misha, the fighting bear behind him, also returned to a lazy state, as if he was "scared stupid" by one person and one person.

When the captain rushed in front of Lexa, the legendary hunter suddenly took action, clasping the horse's neck with his left hand and punching upward with his right hand.

The galloping war horse pushed Lexa back two steps and was forced to stop in place. Captain Halfer on the war horse was hit by the punch and flew into the air, then spun and fell to the ground.

He was already unconscious.

"At least, your courage is commendable."

Rexxar mumbled something in orc language, patted the long neck of the calmed war horse in his arms, and fed it a carrot.

Then he took his big bear, war eagle and porcupine and left the war zone leisurely.

"That orc."

Watching Rexxar leave, Varian felt a feeling that he didn't know how to describe. No matter what the guy's purpose was, he had indeed saved Lothar and Lothar from the brutal Kargath Shatterhand. he.

Although the two orcs communicated in orc language.

But Varian understood their conversation, which complicated the young king's understanding of the orcs.

Maybe not every greenskin is hopeless, but most of them are certainly bad!

Varian quickly put the incident behind him.

He looked at the weak Lothar in his arms. The latter's heart had been stabbed by Kargas, and the toxin had entered his blood. His face was horribly pale, and the veins on his neck were bulging, and strange-colored blood could be seen flowing in it.

The warrior's anger was also melted by this strange poison. Every time Lothar tried to mobilize his anger to suppress the poison, it would bring him more severe pain.

The Paladin King placed his hands on Lothar's heart. He kept calling for the Holy Light, protecting the heart of the marshal who regarded him as his adoptive father and continuing to beat, and tried his best to save his life.

The chaos at the entrance of the palace attracted the attention of the defenders in the royal city. After the palace mage confirmed that Lothar and Anduin were attacked, Marshal Garithos, who was responsible for the defense of the royal city, personally rushed out with a group of royal knights.

Several other high-ranking priests immediately took over the treatment of Lothar.

"We need to send the marshal to a safe place to remove the toxins from his body. This process cannot be disturbed."

Marshal Garithos, who was wearing heavy combat armor, carefully checked the old marshal's condition. He turned back and said to the silent Varian in a serious tone:

"Your Majesty Varian can follow me to the palace, where the kings are waiting for the chaos to end. You are a person of noble status, and you should not wander around when the current situation is unclear.

This is placing an unnecessary burden on your loyal subordinates. "

"I"

Varian wanted to retort, but when he saw Lothar being put on a stretcher and being suppressed by several priests using holy light to suppress the poison, his words seemed to be stuck in his throat and he could not speak at all.

Ten minutes later, outside a completely sealed palace hall, high-ranking priest Isenlien strode out covered in blood. Part of the blood on his body came from previous battles.

The other side comes from emergency treatment.

He waited outside the palace with a serious face. Varian Wrynn, who was extremely anxious, said:

"The toxins in Marshal Lothar's body are very strong and will hinder the healing power of the Holy Light. We have used several magical techniques to dispel the toxins, but they have no good effect.

Perhaps the Kaldorei moon priests and druids should be invited to help with treatment. They are good at moonlight magic and natural magic, and have unique insights into poisons.

Maybe it can help. "

"Can't even Your Majesty do anything about it?"

Varian asked with despair. The serious senior priest shook his head and said:

"Your Majesty just used your Holy Light to help Marshal Lothar temporarily stabilize the situation and prevent toxins from entering his vital organs, but Your Majesty has already spent too much energy on presiding over the Holy Light Barrier to protect innocent people.

He had been ill recently. After treating Marshal Lothar, he was exhausted and was now sent back to the Royal Church to rest.

In fact, inviting the Kaldorei to join in the treatment was exactly His Majesty's suggestion. "

"I'll invite them over now!"

Varian took a deep breath, glanced at the closed palace, and said:

"Please also take good care of Marshal Lothar, he means a lot to me."

"I can understand that Marshal Lothar will be safe and sound under the protection of the church."

Isenlien drew a religious symbol on his chest and urged:

"Your Majesty, please leave quickly."

The young king nodded. He quickly walked out of the palace, got on his horse, and led the knights to the area on the edge of the royal city, where the Luna Priest and the Druids set up a temporary shelter for protection. Frightened civilians.

You should be able to find someone there who can help Lothar.

But it was not so peaceful in the sealed palace.

Anduin Lothar, who was unconscious due to poison and injuries, was placed on a table, surrounded by three high-ranking priests who were jointly presiding over a holy light spell that could stabilize life.

The golden halo of light wrapped around the old marshal's body, forming mysterious rune rings. The overflowing holy light rose along the palace floor and walls, reflecting the golden arc light, which looked extremely sacred.

There is also an ancient sacred deed placed on Lothar's chest, a holy object carried by the knights of Dathrohan. The Pope used this thing to help Blake temporarily cut off the connection with Hades.

But with the blessing of such holy objects, Lothar's situation was still very bad.

Every breath the old marshal took was extremely painful, as if he had swallowed a burning coal alive.

Around the palace, there are royal guards from the Kingdom of Stormwind and Lordaeron as well as several paladins standing guard. This defensive force can ensure that Lothar will not be harmed here.

But it can protect against ordinary assassins, but it cannot protect against masters with the title of master.

In the shadow illuminated by the holy light, two figures, one tall and one short, emerged quietly.

The short man held two wooden sticks in his hands. The moment he appeared, he started with a killing feast and danced in a circle of shadows, knocking out the guards and paladins responsible for defense around the palace with sap sticks.

But the tall man was more ruthless.

The two daggers flew up and down, piercing the hearts of the three high-level priests in less than two seconds. The whole process was extremely smooth, which fully demonstrated the superb skills of these two people.

"Marshal Lothar."

The tall assassin who quietly took care of the high-ranking priest emerged from the shadows of billowing black smoke. He was wearing a black face covering and a strange-looking battle suit.

Above the face covering, a pair of slightly older, but still shrewd and powerful eyes were revealed, like the eyes of a real eagle.

He walked up to Lothar as the holy light gradually dissipated, and looked down at the painful Lothar. In a very gentle tone, he said to the unconscious Lothar:

“I didn’t have to come in person.

But even if a great man like you is leaving this indifferent world, he still needs old friends to see him off. We worked well together in the past and were even closer during the war.

Unfortunately, things have come to this point. "

The assassin shook his head, turned the dagger in his hand, and pressed it against Lothar's neck. He said:

"If you stay in the Kingdom of Stormwind, I will protect you at all costs and let you live the rest of your life in peace. Why do you have to come back? I have obviously warned you."

"Move quickly, stop chirping!"

The little assassin next to Fangfeng was lying at the entrance of the palace, looking out. He said in a sharp tone:

"They're going to finish talking, hurry up!"

"This is a farewell, something that requires a sense of ceremony. You stupid dwarf, how many times have I told you that assassins also need a sense of ceremony."

The tall assassin said something dissatisfied. He turned around again, bowed to Lothar and saluted. Then he wiped the edge of the dagger and put his hand on Lothar's high-temperature forehead.

The priest who said the baptismal prayer said softly:

"If you choose to be a hero, you have to bear this burden. You have carried everyone's hope and burden for seven years. I feel tired just thinking about it, and you must be tired too.

Let me help you out, old friend. "

As the words fell, the dark dagger slashed downwards.

Blood splattered everywhere.