Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Spellweaver, above, what happened here?"

The little star carried a group of people and landed on the square in the center of the city, but there was no trace of Blake. There was only a piece of broken ice covering the square.

There are so many broken ices, stacked layer by layer on the ground, letting the pale and dim light above the head shine down, reflecting a strange and cold light on the broken ice.

Even the well-informed little star can't understand the origin of these broken ice.

This is very similar to the scene created by the ice wizards using the ice-piercing formula, but if it were Little Star himself, there is no guarantee that the blue dragon's spellcasting ability would be able to crush so much twisted flesh and blood in an instant.

The strength of flesh and blood of void creatures when they are twisted and corrupted is not comparable to that of ordinary life forms. Even Kesir, who is not good at melee combat, is far superior to normal species in terms of toughness of life force.

Their resistance to elements and arcane magic is even more hopelessly high.

This is the "blessing" given to them by the void.

"Shua"

Windrunner's mother jumped down from behind the dragon and landed lightly on the ground. She squatted there and stretched out her gauntlet to poke at the "broken ice hell" under her feet.

The remains of flesh and blood frozen in the ice made an emotionless undead like her feel sick.

"This is no longer killing."

Emeril Shadowguard, who fell behind Windrunner's mother, also looked at the hell of slaughter in front of her in surprise. She said softly:

"This is abuse and demonstration."

"They really pissed him off."

General Lilesa looked at the broken ice in her hand and whispered in a complicated tone:

"I have never seen him hate something so much. Although my disciple is warlike and vicious, he never abuses his enemies, and now he has crossed his bottom line.

We're going to see a Black Shaw who will stop at nothing to destroy something.

It’s really scary to think about. "

"He's always been like this, but he doesn't want us to see the other side of him besides his erratic playfulness."

Fenner also jumped down.

The stupid soldier didn't feel anything about the cruel scene in front of her. She curled her lips and said:

"There's nothing Black can't do if he wants to. The reason why he created this scene is indeed to demonstrate, but I guess it's not just a demonstration against the void."

Fenna glanced at Dai Lin, who looked complicated, and said in a deliberately long voice:

"Isn't this because of some people's inaction? He didn't investigate after the death of his loved ones. It's probably because Haixian is very important to his career, so he would rather pretend that he didn't see the problems in those Haixians. suspicion.

If some people really want to be good parents as he said, why do we need to work so hard to clean up this mess now? "

"puff"

Fenner's precise finishing blow made Dai Lin look even paler.

The admiral moved his lips, but in the end no words came out. Any explanation seems so pale at this time. He may really be a failed father and a failed king.

Think about it carefully, haven't the Haixians shown their flaws in the past?

Not necessarily.

Every few years, shipwrecks occur on the Stormsong Strait. Obviously there are no reefs under the sea, but these tragedies are excused by sea sages in the name of "disrespecting the sea."

Officials never thought of conducting an in-depth investigation.

Finna is right.

The sea sages are very useful to Kul Tiras, and their importance to the fleet's combat effectiveness is undoubted, so everyone selectively ignores these small "flaws".

Including Dai Lin.

Therefore, Drake's rebellion is not just because of his youth and energy.

Was it also because he wanted to make up for the mistakes of his failed father and ancestors that he had to become a despised pirate in order to legitimately attack these sea sages who were protected by the royal power of Kul Tiras?

People who are immersed in their grand ambitions need strength too much, so they ignore the lights and the arrogant shadows behind them.

"We should go."

Little Xingxing saw the bright white moonlight shining high above the city, and she reminded:

"The great dispersing magic of the Watchers and the Moon Priest is about to take effect. If you don't want to be temporarily dispelled and the power in your body becomes weak, then leave quickly!

There is still a battle to be fought later. "

"Walk."

Windrunner's mother threw away the crushed ice in her hand and gave an order.

A group of people quickly climbed onto Little Star's dragon's back. Fenna was the last one to jump up. She looked back at Dai Lin, who was standing there blankly, and shouted:

"Old man, you're crazy! Come up here! When can't I do confession? I'll have to rely on you to play forward in a while."

"Let's go."

Dai Lin whistled, summoned his royal griffon, turned over and mounted it, and said to Little Star and the person behind the dragon:

"I'm not repenting, I just realized that I have to do something. Although it's late, it's better than not doing it at all."

He looked towards the dim distant island where the Temple of Storms was dimly located.

He said:

"Fenna, if I fail to go back in the end, take good care of your two mothers and your younger brothers and sisters."

"are you crazy!"

Fenner shouted:

"You go take care of them yourself, don't leave the responsibility to me so casually? I'm also very busy, okay? Come back here!"

"That's a sin I raised with my own hands, and I must deal with it with my own hands. As you said, as a father, I must behave decently in front of you children.

I don't want to spend the rest of my life in your contemptuous eyes.

I will solve them.

Fight with them to the end of hell.

Don't come! "

Dailin, who was carrying the trident and the shield of Odin, said a word and rushed into the sky amidst the roar of the griffins. The little star wanted to chase him, but the light of the great dispersing magic had already shone to the extreme.

In desperation, the blue dragon flapped its wings and flew into the sky.

A few seconds later, the city below was shrouded in a holy and bright moonlight, like a shining waterfall, radiating outward from its source, dispersing all dark things that did not belong to the material world in the flow.

Brennadan's disaster was over thirty minutes after it fell.

However, this was only the first act of Stormsong's war.

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"Seal all city gates and send high-level sea sages to activate the tide barrier."

On the island outside the Eastern Strait of Stormsong Valley, in the top hall of the Temple of Storms located here, Lord Stormsong, who was completely transformed into Kesir, wore the Stormcaller Crown and held the dark void stone in his hand.

He stood under the icon of the tide in the hall in his original posture when preaching, spread his arms, and declared to the high-level sea sages who were kneeling on the ground in front of him:

"Humble servants of the Dark God, our time has come to spread our glory and hide no longer. N'Zoth's Warbringers will destroy all foreign enemies in Stormsong Valley for us, and we will purify this realm with the power of the Abyss.

Eventually, we will sweep the entire world, and the glory of the Dark Empire will be opened up by our own hands.

Go for it!

Open the Furnace of Storms, summon the Sleepless Secret Party, open the Abyss Council, welcome the arrival of the Herald of the Void, and prepare for a grand sacrifice of flesh and blood.

All eyes will be opened today! "

Under the call of his ancient divine words, the lonely and gloomy tide sages were sent down to enter the void one after another, revealing their true colors as Kesir.

The barrier outside the hall opened, and the water of the abyss was summoned to shape the corrupted elements.

In the secret lair beneath the temple, the mysterious Whisperer of the Abyss also began to incubate the void eggs that already existed here.

The entire Temple of Storms is like a war machine, activated to its proper turbulent posture in an instant.

The seawater surrounding this large island also rolled. In the chorus of calls from the fallen sea sages, the sky became gloomy, and dark thunder mixed with violent storms poured down.

The summoned sea monster stretched out its terrifying tentacles from the sea with its fangs and claws, protecting the entire island like a shield of corrupted flesh and blood.

Rays of pale light streaked across the sky, making the dark temple even more gloomy.

Large swaths of tide sages, guided by their Kesir-turned leaders, passed through the gloomy stone caves, and weapons with void power were lowered.

The godless Guardian Sea Knights were also gathered together and deployed defenses at important nodes.

The Temple of Storms was transformed into a fortress almost instantly.

As the headquarters of the Church of Storms located in the ocean, the defenses here are strong enough to withstand the frontal firepower of the Kul Tiran fleet.

To capture this place, at least tens of thousands of troops would be needed to attack with saturated magic support regardless of casualties.

But the sea sages are not just here.

It's useless to break through the Temple of Storms.

Don't forget, there is a tidesage on every main battleship of the Kul Tiran fleet.

After giving the order, Lord Stormsong stood alone in the empty Tidal Hall. Although he had fallen into Kesir, he was still moving his twisted body humbly and half-kneeling as he was when he was still a human. In front of the Tide Icon.

He is praying.

It's not just about praying.

As the words of the abyss echoed.

Soon, in front of the ancient Tide Icon, magic power gathered into the figure of a lady.

Queen Azshara's lazy image looked condescendingly at Lord Stormsong below, and she said in her signature royal sister's hoarse voice:

"You failed, poor thing. You boasted to the envoys of Ny'alotha that you would give N'Zoth a sea demon king capable of conquering the world.

But I didn't see any figure of the Sea Demon King.

What I see is just a group of poor people who are frightened by changes and accidents. You don't even realize that you have stepped into the trap of a conspirator. You are so arrogant that you have reached the end of your rope.

Are you calling me now to ask me to save you?

My incompetent subjects. "

"No, Your Majesty Azshara, we have not failed."

Lord Stormsong let out a weird laugh that was absolutely impossible for humans to make, and he said in a chaotic voice:

"I will still offer my sacrifice to the dark god. He will become the founder of the dark empire. I have no doubt about it. And I summon you to come, just to ask you to help me pay tribute to the Haichaoxian scattered on the South China Sea. They convey the message.

It is a pity that the Church of Storms is destined to no longer dominate the faith of this country.

But we left the seeds behind.

The fleet of the loyal believer Farrevel has left Kul Tiras, and he will sail to the South Sea. The sea sages aboard the first and second fleets of Kul Tiras must fully cooperate with him.

The Kul Tiran fleet will suffer a terrible defeat on its own turf, unprecedented in hundreds of years, and their defeat will be the nourishment for our rise.

Dai Lin will realize this too.

Without Hae Xian, his proud fleet is nothing!

He has his ideals, he has his great deeds, he will need us, he will accept us again, he will become one of us.

It's just a matter of time. "

"Well, the great merchants of Kul Tiras have become the most powerful pirates in the South China Sea? What's going on? One or two of them are going crazy and want to become pirates."

Queen Azshara covered her mouth with a sarcastic gesture and chuckled:

"It's like a strange era has been kicked off. This boring sea is getting more and more lively. It's really a good show.

I'm already looking forward to the climax of this scene.

But my subjects, you should know that there is a high probability that you will not survive today. Do you have any last words that you would like me to convey?

As a benevolent ruler like me, I am willing to deliver such an insignificant message to the incompetent waste who died generously. "

"I don't think I will lose, at least not today."

Lord Stormsong and Queen Azshara both serve N'Zoth.

But it was obvious that the two were not from the same faction. When faced with the Queen's arrogant sarcasm, Lord Kesir raised his head and said:

"I have a fortress, I have loyal servants and soldiers, I have blessings from the dark gods, and I have the power to win! What if Dailin unites the soldiers of the Church of Holy Light and the Kingdom of Moon? ?

They are destined to be unable to cross the veil of the Dark God to defeat me, and my Lord's servants of the Abyss stand guard outside.

He couldn't even use his fleet.

Dai Lin was dizzy with anger. He had already grasped the gift of the abyss. He had already embarked on the dark road. He would eventually become the Demon King of the Sea as predicted by me.

I really didn't think I was going to lose.

I can't think of how I can lose, Your Majesty.

The legacy of the Church of Storms will not be cut off. We have lost the shackles of Kul Tiras, and we will spread the glory of darkness throughout the world.

The Kingdom of Storms, Gilneas, Lordaeron, Quel'Thalas, the sea sages who dispersed in advance will set foot on all countries with coastlines.

Those places enveloped by the sea will become our glorious abodes. "

"Hey, another guy whose brain was burned out by N'Zoth's whispers, another guy who thinks that the power of the void is invincible, and another guy who is arrogant and will get himself ruined.

I really don't understand.

Why doesn't it choose truly smart people every time it chooses spokespersons? "

Queen Azshara called N'Zoth by his first name without any respect.

She had lost interest in the conversation.

Her magical image fades, along with the Queen's final "blessing."

"The unruly pirates with the intent to destroy and kill, the fanatical villains full of confidence, and the admiral who holds the abyss in his hands but resists the abyss. The intertwining of massacre, hatred, guilt and justice, revenge and salvation.

The soldiers are sharpening their swords, and the evil is preparing to fight to the death.

It's a show I never tire of watching.

I knew the Proudmoores would never let me down.

Try your best to make this battle exciting. If you fight well, I won't be able to give you some rewards, my poor subjects. "