Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The Qiraji Ruins were quiet tonight.

For the bugs, tonight is no different from the past. Under the instructions of their respective lords, they have been working hard for thousands of years.

Fortunately, bugs are not very good at thinking, and they don't quite understand the meaning of the word "boring". Their only responsibility from birth to death is to serve the insect swarm.

They have nothing of their own, and they don't need that.

They will have no fear, no flinch, and no curiosity. Apart from not having a chip, these bugs are no different from the clockwork warriors made by the mechanical gnomes.

Uh, no.

They are better than Clockwork Warriors.

When the will of the swarm requires them to charge and bite, their bodies, which have been designed as killers through generations of evolution, can instantly burst out with terrifying destructive power.

Of course, flesh and blood are not invincible after all. They have to go through the trial of fire tonight.

"boom"

The shining eye of invention was ejected from the sea cliff to high altitude, and then smashed into a corner of the Qiraji ruins amidst Nag'far's cheers.

This place is being piled up by worker insects, preparing to provide an activity venue for the next batch of hatched larvae. The metal lump shining with crimson light is hitting the center of the spread culture carpet, but it does not attract the attention of dozens of surrounding bugs. Any attention.

They focus on their work, that's the only reason for their existence.

Then, at the moment when crimson light swept across the surroundings, a strange sound sounded in this quiet place.

"Incompatible flesh and blood detected. Purification begins!"

"boom"

Scorching light emerged from the bow of the Nagfar, and the flesh-purifying cannon, which had not roared for a long time, roared again tonight.

The stream of light poured into the sky. Although the light did not turn, after three times of refraction by the filter under the aircraft controlled by the mechanical gnomes, the purifying light still accurately hit the location where the Eye of Invention fell.

Amidst the cheers of the ship spirit waving his arms, she saw the stream of light sweeping across the ruined city of the insect people like a giant blade. Hundreds of worker insects were turned into ashes in the splash of light.

Those damp fungi were directly ignited and turned into flames.

The light was still beating, and the mechanical dwarf craftsmen adjusted the frequency so that its second wave of bombardment fell in a scattered manner. The scene was extremely beautiful.

Just like the crimson meteor shower falling from the sky, it instantly illuminated the night sky above the ruins.

Bugs don't know how to appreciate this beauty.

Otherwise they would have cheered loudly for this wonderful fireworks display, just as Blake was doing now.

The pirate stood on the head of Sephiel, who had transformed into a dragon, and let the auxiliary dragon carry him from the sea cliff into the insect-man ruins in the stream of crimson light.

He looked at the light rain falling in the sky and blew a long whistle. Sephiel responded with a dragon roar. Both of them felt that the beginning of this chaotic night was so beautiful.

But the change in the next moment is not beautiful.

The next second the black dragon rushed into the ruins from behind, a huge obsidian sword whirled and hit the black shadow in the sky. The flying sword hit the ground quickly and accurately with a violent sonic boom. On the wings of the black dragon.

This is why the Qiraji never defend themselves against attacks from the sea.

The insect people used the forbidden knowledge given by the ancient gods to create the most powerful creation, and placed the obsidian dog-headed giant named Anubisas behind the ruined city.

Any enemy who wants to attack the Qiraji Empire across the sky must first pass through them.

In the thousand-year quicksand war, it was the anti-air tactics of these Anubisas giants that caused horrific damage to the guardian dragons.

But Sephiel is not afraid of such attacks.

The moment his wings were torn apart by the obsidian sword, the huge black dragon figure suddenly disappeared into the air.

The obsidian giant throwing the giant sword below was slammed with both claws by the black dragon that suddenly appeared in front of him, and was knocked to the ground by the giant tail sweep.

The black dragon lady still has the light of time magic left in her body.

Sephiel accelerated his time, avoiding fatal injuries while creating an opportunity for himself to attack suddenly. She and the obsidian giant fought to the death on the sea cliff platform. The battle between the two terrifying giants made the entire ruins ground shake.

As for Blake.

He had already left the dragon's back before Sephiel was hit, and he didn't know where he had slipped away.

His mission prevented him from wasting time on the surface.

He must rush into C'Thun's Fallen Temple as quickly as possible before the swarm is completely mobilized, and complete the assassination of the Ancient God.

This is almost the most difficult shadow trial that a mortal assassin can do in the world of Azeroth. He has to face the most terrifying corrupted creatures born from the dark side of the stars.

The most important thing is that he thinks he can win!

"boom"

At the same time that the Nagfar launched its attack, the tunnel in front of the Beetle Wall was also detonated. The roar of a huge amount of explosives created a giant-like blow under the ground of the desert.

A huge amount of sand was blown away by the explosion, creating flying sand that covered the sky and the sun.

The conduction of energy caused the ground on the other side of the Beetle Wall to first bulge and then collapse. The underground tunnels riddled with holes that had been excavated by Qiraji for thousands of years were completely connected, creating a U-shaped underground passage.

Amidst the violent vibrations of the Beetle Wall itself, the death knight army commanded by Lord Ravencrest himself drove the ghost leopard and rushed into the pit that was still echoing with sand, dust and gunpowder smoke.

The lord of ten thousand years ago and now the Death Commander sent two extremely cold wind blows to the left and right as he marched.

The surge of death energy formed a thick ice cap, supporting the wide underground pit and clearing the way for the subsequent legion's charge.

At the same time that the big explosion created the passage, the old lich Merry, holding the staff of Atiesh, raised the staff of the guardian. The power of the magic network under the desert was accurately extracted and reshaped by the lich.

He could sense the call from a distant place in the dark night, which was a signal shaped by magic power.

A super large teleportation magic is being activated. Now it only needs a precise coordinate as a spatial anchor point to tear out a gate connecting the two places.

A smile appeared on Merry Dongfeng's lips.

Just like he had done countless times in the past, he solidified his magic power in the direction in front of him to form a precise guiding coordinate, just like pointing out the direction for travelers in a dark and boundless sea.

"Buzz"

The magic power around the entire beetle wall rolled at this moment, like a violent storm on top of the magic ocean.

With this level of energy transmission, even if a slight mistake causes a backflow of magic power, it can completely tear apart the opposing Death Knight forward waiting to be transmitted.

Fortunately, the old lich's magic manipulation is powerful enough.

The blue-white magic halo struck the surrounding desert like a heavy punch, and the lingering light of magic was withdrawn. A black-clad, black-armored, silent death knight army was teleported outside the Beetle Wall.

They had completed their formation in Elrethalas, and the moment they were teleported, they filed into the ice-covered passage in front of them under the leadership of their respective commanders.

In the cold charge of the death knight, occasionally some elves in blood robes would turn into blood bats and fly, locking and killing the insects that rushed out of the potholes under the quicksand.

These elf blood mages who came and went like the wind made Old Meili frown. He felt deep malice from these guys.

"The magic power just now was well positioned."

Behind the old lich, the hooded old man Sachiel stood on the suspended magic carpet and approached, saying in an arrogant tone:

"Being my apprentice is more than enough."

"and who are you?"

The old lich glanced at the guy with a broken head. Under the hood full of inscriptions, he only saw a burning skull with a forehead inlaid with gorgeous jewelry.

"You'll soon know who I am."

Sakir Jiejie sneered and stretched out his hand, taking a haunted spine sickle from the similarly dressed apprentice beside him. Old Merry recognized the scythe, the weapon Black used to cast spells.

So he sneered and said to the arrogant Saqir:

"Who did I think it was? It turned out to be Black's bastard. I'm not talking about him. His standards for accepting dogs are getting lower and lower now."

"snort."

Thakir didn't object.

After all, the old man is a classy person. He only said a few words to old Merry because he was good at casting spells. The other rookies didn't want to let the old man talk at all.

Faced with Merry's sarcasm, Master Enlightener didn't care.

He jumped off the magic carpet and with a wave of his hand, the quicksand around him spun around and covered his body, sending him to the other side of the beetle wall.

Soon, under the surprised gaze of the old lich, more than a dozen flying evil meteorites were summoned by Tha'kiel's wave of Sinner's Scythe, and bombarded various parts of the Qiraji ruins.

Tonight this ancient and evil spirit had Black's permission.

He had no inhibitions tonight.

Come on, come on, bugs!

Come and compete with my demon army. The loser will keep his soul! Tsk tsk, the miserable creature may not even have a soul, but it doesn't matter, even if it leaves flesh and blood.

Demons have very mixed tastes, and they also like flesh and blood.

"Ouch! Move forward, the captain's order tells us to move forward. There are no treasures here! So, let's kill! Let's kill!"

The death knights rushed into the ruins on the surface in large numbers, fighting against the insect swarms everywhere. Near the coast, the ghost sailors who rushed out of the mist extending from the sea also struggled to climb up the insect man's city.

These disembodied guys are pure cannon fodder.

Black didn't expect them to achieve any decent results at all, but the scene of a densely packed group of ghost sailors emerging from the fog was quite shocking.

These noisy guys quickly attracted the attention of the swarm lords. A group of bugs that was supposed to stop the death knights changed direction and rushed towards the ghost sailors on the flanks.

This gave Lord Ravencrest, who had just rushed to the Mountain of Bones, enough "casting time."

The Death Knight Lord jumped down from behind the Soul Saber with his rune sword in hand, and quickly walked up to the "hill" in front of him that was shaped by the bones of the dead from the quicksand battle thousands of years ago.

He had been informed by Black before that there was such a pile of elven bones in the ruins.

Now after witnessing the desecration of the dead by these insects, Lord Ravencrest's dead heart also ignited a ball of anger.

Although he, as an upper elf, does not share the same beliefs as the night elves, and as a lord who died thousands of years ago, he has no further connection with the elves who died in this battle.

But at this moment, seeing the despair and coldness exuding from this hill of bones, the great lord only needs to close his eyes, and it seems that he can hear the unwilling roars and painful cries of the dead.

Those souls are still here!

Ravencrest could feel it.

In this place extremely far away from the World Tree, the souls of these dead people cannot return to the holy land of the elves. They were bound to this fallen place by the power of darkness the moment they died in battle.

They saw their corpses being used as nourishment by the insects, and they watched their existences wither and weather in time. They knew that they had been forgotten by the world and could not be relieved.

They were wandering on the battlefield a thousand years ago, walking aimlessly on the land where the bugs that killed them were.

They have been tortured for too long.

But what they are looking forward to is not just rest.

"The dead are howling, they are roaring and longing for revenge. Right here, on the battlefield that belonged to them thousands of years ago, they are praying to me. They are eager to complete their war with their own hands.

they said.

at all costs. "

The death knight lord was half-kneeling at the top of the mountain of bones. He stretched out his hand to caress the unevenly layered bones in front of him.

Those skeletons that have long since turned gray.

Those dark eye sockets.

Those arms that can no longer move.

Lord Ravencrest seemed to be talking to himself or conversing with the invisible dead.

He drew out his dragon-shaped rune sword with his backhand, recited the funeral song of the Elf Empire in the chaotic night, gathered the death aura in his body on the sharp blade, and stabbed hard at the pile of bones at his feet.

He felt the reluctance of those gathered.

He wants to wake them up!

"Come, angry dead, unwilling warriors, forgotten soldiers! Come, continue this war, continue to charge until victory!"

At Ravencrest's call, the purple-red death aura was like a flowing lightning, igniting an explosion on the mountain of bones at his feet.

Ms. Tyrande, who was walking into the Qiraji ruins at this moment, looked back thoughtfully and saw the first skeleton with missing arms standing up staggeringly from the daunting dark pile of bones.

The Sentinel uniform on its body has long been weathered, and its emblem has faded. It has no weapons in its hands and can only hold a thigh bone club.

But the skeleton still worked hard to straighten its back, just like it was when it was still alive, just like it was when it was fighting these insects!

Then came the second and third bodies

In just ten seconds, an army of bones appeared in front of Lord Ravencrest.

No one knows where the incomplete souls that support the movement of these skeletons come from, and whether they are really the ancient souls that have been exposed to wind and rain in the desert for a thousand years.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

The warriors from thousands of years ago are back.

Under Tyrande's prayerful gaze, the soldiers who had been forgotten in the desert gathered again. They may have forgotten who they were, but they still remembered the purpose of coming here.

Pairs of blue flexible fires were ignited in the dark night, and soon connected together, creating a cold and dead ocean.

"Target, insect swarm ahead!"

Lord Ravencrest pointed his rune sword forward, and with the sound of his blood-red cloak, time seemed to stop at this moment.

Until Lord Death gave the order indifferently:

"I command, the Silithus Sentinel Legion."

"charge!"