Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Windrunner's mother on the deck was a little melancholy.

She stood there alone, with the unique desolation and silence of the undead, which added a touch of gloomy temperament to her. She could feel the gaze coming from behind, probably the gaze cast by the smelly pirate from the window of the captain's cabin.

Maybe Blake is still wondering why his mentor has been showing a very strange indifference since the reunion, as if he was deliberately avoiding him.

Black in the captain's cabin was really thinking about this problem, and he could feel the changes in Windrunner's mother.

But the pirates didn't think much of it.

He knew very well that the changes in the mentality of undead creatures were elusive.

This can be felt from the death knights of Black Crow Castle, and Lord Ravencrest himself admitted it.

If he had not been betrayed by his precious daughter when he was resurrected ten thousand years later, allowing him to maintain the last connection with this world, then he might have chosen to commit suicide amidst the pain caused by the changes in the world.

undead

This is a twisted thing born from disobedience to the law of life and death.

There may be a reason for their appearance, but there is no doubt that the material world is not a world that welcomes the undead. They should continue their journey in the world of the dead, and they will always feel very uncomfortable in dealing with the living.

But even so, Windrunner's mother's changes were still a little too fast, a little too deliberate, and people couldn't help but explore the truth hidden under this indifference.

Blake also specifically communicated with Emeril.

Judging from what Miss Shadow Guard described about the journey between Mother Windrunner and the Hidden Passage, Lilesa did go through a very difficult period after leaving the Nagfar.

The stinky pirate finally regarded this as a normal situation and chose not to pursue it. Everyone has the right to keep secrets, and exploring the truth will destroy the good relationship between him and Windrunner's mother.

The Stinky Pirates have always been shrewd in this regard.

But the reality is much scarier than he imagined.

Windrunner's mother's lack of emotion makes her more and more withdrawn, less and less willing to stay with other people, and more and more fond of being alone.

In fact, during this journey, General Lilesa even felt a sense of disgust when getting along with the people on the Secret Passage, especially when those guys talked to her about things that she was not interested in, that is, everything. There is a very dark psychology.

Maybe cutting their necks would make them quieter.

This is not just an idea.

In fact, there were a few times when she almost pulled out her dagger to someone who was chattering beside her.

damn it!

Can't you all follow Blake's lead and shut your mouths when it's time to shut up?

This fleeting murderous intention was even sensed by the silent orc Rexxar.

Therefore, during this journey, Rexxa kept a subtle distance from Windrunner's mother.

Of course, due to Rexxar's boring personality, even if something unfortunate happens, he will most likely be the one who survives to the end.

This unique change is also an important reason why Windrunner's mother did not want to accept the responsibility of leading the secret passage before. But now that he has taken over the position of the hunting master of the secret passage, there is no need for these things to be known to the pirates.

"Crystal Vale, Twilight's Hammer."

Windrunner's mother let out a sigh of relief like a living person. She was upset and in urgent need of an outlet. So, let the bastards of Twilight's Hammer bear her bad mood.

"Stop arguing, your chattering disgusts me!"

Lilesa said in a cold voice to the buzzing Demon Blade Apocalypse behind her:

"I'll let you eat enough in a while."

Apocalypse fell silent instantly.

It has already started sharpening its knives in anticipation of the next feast.

From this point of view, this magic blade is really easy to satisfy, but unfortunately its appetite will always get bigger and bigger, until it eventually turns the sword holder into its own plaything.

A few hours later, the Pirate Marines finally set foot on the Silithus Desert again, and the Crystal Valley in the distance was clearly visible.

It is located in the northwest of the Silithus Desert, connected to the high mountains blocking the desert, creating a semi-enclosed valley terrain in the desert. Like other places, there is no grass growing here.

And for some unknown reasons, this valley is filled with all kinds of angry elemental creatures.

There are both sand elements formed by the merger of sand and wind, and some earth elements running around. The power of the elements here is astonishingly high, but it is difficult to be used by orthodox shamans.

Because the elemental power here has been contaminated, the Qiraji and their fallen gods were sealed behind the Beetle Wall at the southernmost point of the desert, and the power of chaos continued to breed in that dark place.

During the Dark Empire, elemental creatures were soldiers of the Ancient God. After the Thousand-Eyed Demon C'Thun recovered some power over a long period of time, he was naturally able to create a group of creatures outside his sealed area. The out-of-control elements serve as forces to guard the borders of the desert.

These out-of-control corrupted elements are difficult to deal with, and the power of this place causes them to continue to breed. For this reason, the druids who insist on fighting the bugs in the desert almost never come here.

For this reason, the remote Crystal Valley has become the perfect hiding place for local cultists.

The base camp of the Twilight's Hammer of the Fallen Church in Silithus is here, and Cho'gall, the leader of the cultists, is also here. They have been recruiting all kinds of scum and bastards to join them since they came to Silithus. cause.

Especially after the destruction of the Church of the Storm in Kul Tiras, the Crystal Valley in Silithus quickly became the "new holy place" for Azeroth's cultists.

Garona Haversen's hunt in the Great Desert of Silithus had almost reached its goal, but because of the defection of these sea cultists who brought their own food, she was oppressed by the mysterious assassination of the female orc to the point of almost collapse. The cult group has come back to life.

This wave.

This time, Black is cheating his teammates.

Any action taken by the Prophet will bring about an unpredictable butterfly effect, and the resurgence of the Twilight's Hammer perfectly proves this.

There were so many bad guys who defected to Cho'gall that Garona's hands were sore during this period of time, but she still couldn't control the situation that was getting worse.

Because there was enough cannon fodder available, even Garona herself was regarded as prey by the powerful Cho'gall.

"Burn her to death! (Quick! You bunch of losers!)"

The angry roar of the two-headed ogre echoed in the dusty and chaotic land. It was still the familiar double voice, and it still had the strange feeling of two heads talking at the same time.

The tall ogre Cho'gall waved the weird war hammer in his hand, brutally grabbed a Dark Iron Dwarf cultist next to him, and threw him in front of him like a ball, where he was completely blocked by the elements, alien bugs, and cultists. In front of a cave.

"Blow her up! (Your soul will rise, and the void will open its hands to you!)"

The ogre growled, encouraging.

He stretched out his hand and threw out a purple law of corruption, causing the Black Iron cultists who were thrown into the cave to be bewitched by the will of corruption for an instant. With red eyes, they carried the powder keg on their backs and howled into the depths of the cave.

There was a loud "boom" and bursting flames burst out from the entrance of the cave, completely destroying several traps that Garona had thrown at the entrance of the cave.

The next moment, with Gu'gall's double-channel laughter, he waved his hand, and the fallen elements and alien insects rushed into the small cave in front of him.

They are carrying out the orders of the messengers of the ancient gods.

They're going to tear the assassin hiding in the cave into pieces!

Cho'gall was so happy.

This evil guy felt very relaxed now. He hadn't been this happy for a long time. He was in a great mood, as if he was at the peak of his high.

Ever since he escaped from the Tomb of Sargeras in the Broken Isles to the remote village of Silithus more than a year ago, Garona following him has become Cho'gall's nightmare.

The deadly killer who was once trained by Gul'dan as a weapon, went crazy and regarded killing the remnants of the Shadow Council as his lifelong ideal and mission that must be realized.

Her perseverance and ruthless pursuit made Cho'gall suffer a lot.

If this vast desert was not close to the temple of the fallen god, allowing the fallen believer Cho'gall to receive a steady stream of support from the mutant insects, he would have died by Garona's sword long ago.

At least twice!

That crazy woman's blade almost pierced her brain and heart! The reason why he has survived until now is not only because of his strong strength and the tyrannical vitality of the ogre, but also because of his great destiny.

But today, all nightmares brought about by the hateful Garona Haversen will come to an end!

Gu'gall looked at the corpses of dozens of dead cultists and alien bugs beside him with satisfaction, as well as the traces left after those chaotic elements were hacked to death.

He paid a high price to force Garona into a desperate situation. His loyal subordinates suffered heavy casualties, and many of the fallen shrines in the Crystal Valley base camp were destroyed.

But it's all worth it.

As long as the obstructive Garona dies here, he will be able to completely free his hands and lead the Twilight Hammer to serve the fallen god and his great cause of conquest.

Garona's fiery soul will also be the best tribute, dedicated to the dark gods of the insect people in exchange for C'Thun's full support.

He will command the Qiraji army across the entire Kalimdor, give the Kaldorei a head-on blow, and spread the glory of corruption throughout Azeroth.

The order of this world makes him extremely disgusted, and chaos is his promised kingdom.

After he completed his great deed of fallen conquest, Gul'dan and Orgrim had to step aside! I will dedicate this world to the will of the void, and I will become the king of this fallen world!

The only overlord!

The cruel and cunning, idealistic two-headed ogre has already seen the bright or dark future. His two heads laughed proudly, admiring Garona's desperate counterattack in the cave in front of him.

Haha, aren't you awesome?

But in the trap set by this devil, you will only die, unless you can get wings and fly out! Atone for what you have done before, you pathetic bastard orc!

Garona, who was trapped in the cave, was indeed desperate.

I haven't seen her for a year, and this female orc hasn't changed much. She still has the same vigorous and deadly posture as before, but now she is very embarrassed.

The leather armor on his body was in pieces, and his left leg was bitten by a heterogeneous insect. A large piece of flesh was bloody and missing from his thigh to his knee, and even the bones could be seen.

The most terrible thing is that the poison of the alien insects is eroding her will.

The gift from the fallen god made it difficult for this poison to be diluted by the antidote. The female assassin's spirit was already shaky, and a white light even appeared in front of her eyes.

It seems that he has begun to reflect on his life before he dies.

But she didn't stop fighting.

The broad-blade sword in his hand, the green dragon secret treasure called Dragon's Call, has been broken. It was broken by the Fallen Law during the desperate fight with Cho'gall.

The dagger in the other hand had been sharpened due to the long period of piercing and slashing. Facing the siege of alien insects that kept rushing out of the ground, Garona's counterattack became weak.

His flexible dodge also became sluggish.

There was only such a big place in the cave, and there wasn't enough room for her to dodge.

After more and more cultists were driven into the cave by Cho'gall, Garona had a premonition that her life would end today, but she was not afraid of death.

The things she had done in the past, the blood stained on her hands, the memories she would never forget and the wails that appeared every midnight, all made her overwhelmed.

Death is a relief.

But this kind of death without achieving her goal was not what Garona wanted.

Her heart was filled with frustration. After all, she missed her last chance to kill Cho'gall.

I will leave this world as a loser.

Garona thought she would feel shame, but when she was hit by the poisonous sting of a strange flying insect and fell into a pool of blood and corpses, she unexpectedly discovered what she felt before she died. Not a shame.

There is also a touch of regret and deep regret.

Seeing that Garona was no longer able to fight back, the alien bugs surrounded her. In front of them were several cultists in black robes. These guys were ready to extract souls.

The female orc in the pool of blood struggled hard and threw the broken sword in her hand, knocking the fastest cultist to the ground.

But this was her last fight.

She lay there, her body twitching, her blue eyes a little dazed.

At the last moment, a smile appeared on the blood-stained face like an evil ghost.

In a trance, she saw herself and a guy who looked like an old man hiding in the dark forest, cuddling and whispering. They made a lot of promises that night.

But unfortunately, she turned out to be a bad woman who failed to fulfill her promise.

Ah, my Khadgar.

It must be painful for you to learn of my death.

But it doesn't matter, you deserve a better person to spend your life with. Maybe that will be a spell caster who shares your mind and can discuss with you those magical theories that give me a headache.

She will be more worthy of your love than me, a sinful person, and she will give you everything that I have not had time to give you.

Maybe it's better to say goodbye silently.

I will never see you again.

This way you can always remember me.

bring it on.

You miserable bastards, kill me. Although I have too many regrets in my incomplete life, I have no more demands.

"puff"

The sudden burst of blood splashed on Garona's face, causing the dying female orc to open her tired eyes, and her pupils widened instantly.

Before her eyes, a sullen dwarf cultist was peeling off his disguise.

A ferocious Dread Lord moved its claws and pulled out the fallen hearts of the two "compatriots" beside him. The surrounding alien insects seemed to be affected by psychic magic.

They began to attack each other in confusion.

Under the stunned gaze of Garona, who was waiting to die, the gloomy Dread Lord sneered twice, threw the corrupted heart in his hand into his mouth, and bit it into pieces like a piece of fruit.

With the blood-red juice splashing everywhere, it bent down, grabbed the female assassin's neck and lifted her up, sniffed her body, and said in devilish language with regret on its face:

"What a delicious soul, what a pity I can't taste it today. But the prophet has prophesied, Garona Harfoulson, that the death you chase is postponed.

Thank him, or hate him. "