Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Maybe we should hang it up! Hang it in front of the gate of this fortress. I believe this will be a good deterrent to the local demons and prevent them from acting rashly.

What do you think? "

On the evil platform of the Lord of the Abyss, Agona, Black stood next to the "dissected" corpse of the Lord of the Abyss. This guy was very big and fierce, with the iconic inverted triangle face of the Lord of the Abyss.

But no matter how ferocious a guy is, he can no longer be ferocious after his eyes are removed, his heart is taken away, and even his spine is taken out.

It fell into its own blood like a ball of mud. A group of demon hunters nearby were processing the corpse and removing some usable materials from it.

For example, fangs that can be made into swords, teeth that can be made into daggers, claws that can be made into arrows, hard bones and leather, etc.

But this guy is restless even after death.

Its body filled with evil energy is constantly escaping demonic blood like green magma, corroding the entire platform beyond its appearance, and causing the concentration of evil energy here to soar.

In other words, demon hunters who can resist evil energy will not feel threatened here, and other professions will be contaminated if they dare to get close.

After all, the demon blood of the Abyss Lord is full of chaotic and violent power. It is one of the most terrifying things in the stars, and it is also the most polluting and destructive of all demon blood.

The orcs' brains were burned out by this thing back then, and they are still suffering from it to this day.

However, not every abyss lord's blood has the long-term and profound contamination of the destroyer Maronos. At least the abyss lord in front of him cannot pollute a civilization.

Faced with Blake's "whimsical thoughts", the stern face of the sufferer Autoris who followed him showed a helpless expression.

The tough and cold demon-hunting veteran whispered:

"I don't think this is a good idea. The corpse of a high-level demon will not make its compatriots feel afraid. It would be more like the head of Mannoroth the Destroyer hanging here.

Doing such a thing in today's Draenor would be considered a provocation by the Burning Legion.

And what we got today is not a victory. This defeat is not worth mentioning to the devil. Kil'jaeden will send a new commander into Gorgrond.

The war will only pause for a short while, and more and more violent demons will flow in here.

If we want to free Draenor from the quagmire of war, we need more deterrent measures."

"Ah, I understand."

Blake withdrew his gaze from the dead Agona. He heard the implication of the victim's words. He raised three fingers and said:

"I came to Draenor this time to do three things. Well, three things for the time being. Now that the matter between my good friend Rexxar and the Mok'Nathal clan has come to an end, it's time to start the second one.

You don’t need to say anything more, I know what you are thinking.

Illidan, I'm definitely looking for it!

This is what I came to Draenor for.

But the problem is that we can't contact him now. You also know that he is on the draenei's home planet that has been reduced to ruins. We have no choice but to passively wait for that guy to show up.

So there's no point in being anxious.

Even if you urge me so much, I can't set up a communication device that can directly contact Argus. Speaking of which, with Agona's status in the Burning Legion, it should have a legion communicator here that can contact Argus.

Didn't you find it? "

The stinky pirate asked deliberately. The victim's expression was a little ugly. He shook his head and said:

"No, he was probably taken away by the escaped Dread Lord."

"What a bunch of assholes."

Blake cursed and comforted:

"It doesn't matter, don't be disappointed. There are many demon commanders stationed by the legion in Draenor. Sooner or later, we will still have a chance, such as what we will do next.

I have sent an invitation to Lord Velen, the leader of the Draenei, and also sent letters to those forces in Azeroth who have spied on the demonic crisis. I invite them to gather together to discuss countermeasures.

The demons obviously hope to take over Draenor and then invade Azeroth through the Dark Portal. The two worlds must unite to survive.

Turning to the leader of the draenei can also help us better understand their home planet Argus, so that it will be easier for us to contact Illidan.

You are all good hunters and should know how to be patient.

If you really miss Illidan and are really worried about him, why not go out and kill a few demons to adjust your mood? If you are tired of killing demons, why not follow the Mok'Nassar on a victorious hunt? "

The sufferer shook his head.

He changed the subject and asked:

"Now that the entire Draenor is under attack by demons, there is no truly safe place here. Where do you plan to hold the meeting?"

"It was the closest thing to a safe area."

Blake snapped his fingers, pointed in the direction they came from, and said:

"The demonic fortress in Hellfire Peninsula, the fortress built by the orcs to invade Azeroth, is very close to the Dark Portal. If something happens, it will be convenient for the leaders to escape.

Furthermore, if Azeroth wants to send troops to support the war in Draenor, then Hellfire Citadel is the most suitable place for them to station their troops and rest.

The position guarding the Dark Door can also be set up there, it is a strategic location. "

"But it's still under demonic control."

The victim frowned and said something, and Blake shrugged and replied:

"So we have to knock it down before the meeting, even though the informants we planted in the legion have made it clear that it is a trap, and once we step into it, we will be besieged by demons.

so what? "

The stinky pirate asked with a nasty smile:

"Are you afraid the devil will bite you?"

"I'm not afraid, but your subordinates are obviously not strong enough."

The victim shook his head and said:

"The operation in Gorgrond is assassination, but in Hellfire Citadel what you want is capture. These are two completely different concepts.

Even if the draenei in Hellfire Peninsula are willing to help you, the numbers are too different. You need a real army to drive out the demons entrenched there.

To achieve long-term occupation, the manpower and material resources required are astronomical.

If I were the commander, I would advise against this. "

"Well, your analysis does make sense."

Blake nodded seriously, but then he rubbed his forehead and said:

"But now it is too late to withdraw this decision. I have set the meeting time for five days. We must seize the place within five days, otherwise I will be embarrassed in front of the leaders.

So, all right, Lord Alturis, assemble your troops as if it is for Lord Illidan's victory.

We must leave immediately.

As for the legions needed to capture Hellfire Citadel"

The smelly pirate shrugged and said:

"Calculating the time, they should be on their way here already. I hope the guests won't be scared by then."

"Your plans are so crazy every time, but the strange thing is that seeing you still full of confidence at this time does make people feel a little strangely relieved."

The victim complained:

"Don't you ever worry about your plans failing?"

"I just won't show my worries, my dear friend."

The pirate shook his head and stopped chatting with the demon hunter who had just experienced a battle.

He turned around and walked down the platform whose dome was blown open by evil energy. As a result, he walked down to the second floor and saw Rexxar walking up with a guy wearing demon armor.

That guy's body was filled with the burning aura of evil energy and the smell of sulfur.

"A fel hunter is really rare."

Blake said in amazement:

"After having orthodox hunters, unorthodox hunters, dark rangers, void hunters, and insect swarm hunters, our secret passage will welcome another evil user. This is really the best of all.

But you will probably have to spend a lot of time convincing General Lyresa to accept this guy who doesn’t look like a good person at first sight, my friend Lexa.

I'm serious, it would be a mistake and a trouble for you to keep him.

You should be cruel and strangle him to death on the spot, so that everything can be settled. "

Lexa curled her lips and said to the wide-eyed Magda behind her:

"Look, I told you, he is a really annoying guy. And the most regrettable thing is that we will have to work with this guy for a long time in the future."

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Very far away from Gorgrond, in the very center of the Draenor continent, lies a very dilapidated Draenei giant city.

A majestic Draenei templar wearing a golden holy light armor and carrying a purple gemstone hammer jumped off his thunder elephant, and strode towards the hall with a serious expression on his face, which was emitting holy light.

All the draenei soldiers who saw him along the way bowed and saluted the warrior, while the civilians looked at him with admiration, and the children shouted his name.

The exiles of all races who were sheltered in this ruined city also looked at him with either respect or fear.

All this means that this tall Draenei, with a halo of holy light shining when he walks, is a real big man and an important leader of their ethnic group that embraces hardships.

that's the truth.

The Chosen Lord of Light, Maraad, is the idol of all Draenei men and the dream lover of all Draenei women.

This figure who followed Prophet Velen all the way from the world of Argus to the present is the commander of the Draenei Garrison and a true battle hero.

He has helped countless people fight against demons in countless worlds, and his iron will is as indestructible as the teachings of the Holy Light. Even in the suffering years when the draenei suffered terrible disasters and were massacred by orcs, Maraad also He didn't put down his weapon.

He lost his only relative in the orc attack, and the pain almost broke him, but he finally got through it, because long before that, he regarded all draenei as relatives.

He is the only Holy Light warrior who dares to go against the prophet's will and take the initiative to lead the soldiers to fight back against the orcs. In the past ten years, because of his activity, he has saved many compatriots and inspired the will of many warriors.

But today, the most powerful hero of the Draenei frowned.

He didn't even respond to the children's cheers, but walked straight into the Hall of Holy Light in Shattrath City in front of him, holding his battle helmet.

"Prophet, I heard that you are leaving Shattrath. At this time, you should not"

In a low and serious tone, Maraad wanted to persuade the prophet Velen who had just made a decision, but when he raised his head, he saw four people beside the prophet.

This made the garrison officer stop persuading.

His steely indifferent gaze fell on one of the women. This indifferent gaze made the female orc assassin Garona lower her head, and also made Khadgar next to her very dissatisfied.

The Archmage stretched out his hand to hold Garona's trembling hand, and said in a deep voice:

"Hello, Vindicator Maraad."

"Hello, Archmage Khadgar."

Maraad withdrew his gaze, glanced at Khadgar, and said:

"I have not yet thanked you for your assistance in responding to the demonic attack on Shattrath City yesterday. You are a true warrior, Your Excellency."

"It wasn't just me who helped you yesterday, but also your niece."

Khadgar was dissatisfied and defended his orc girlfriend and said:

"I think you should thank her too, that's what you should do."

"Arch Mage, please don't talk about this."

Beside Khadgar, Arthas Menethil, who was carrying the cool Lionheart Slayer sword and wearing black clefthoof armor, whispered awkwardly:

"This is someone else's family matter. You shouldn't get involved. The relationship between them is too complicated. Let's skip this and get down to business, Your Excellency, Defense Officer."

"Yes, let's get down to business."

Thrall, the young orc on the other side, also advised:

"Don't start another fight like last time. However, Ms. Garona saved the prophet from the devil's insidious assassination. I think she has expressed her attitude."

"Orc, you shouldn't speak at this time."

The indifferent defensive officer shook his head. He drained those complicated emotions out of his heart, and then said to the prophet Velen who was turning the crystal rosary in front of him and praying quietly:

"I heard that a mysterious spirit sent a letter, and that strange Black Shaw appeared and invited you to come for talks. Although he had previously helped our compatriots in Hellfire Peninsula retake Ashland, he rashly went to the appointment. There are still risks.

You should not leave Shattrath at this time. The city needs your guidance.

Secondly, the demons will not miss this opportunity.

Only in this city are you truly safe. "

"I must go, Maraad."

The old prophet opened his eyes, and the Seal of the Draenei Leader on his forehead was beating like a sign given by the Holy Light.

He looked at the powerful Naruadal shining with endless light in the hall, and after a few seconds, he looked back at the loyal garrison officer.

He said:

"I had to talk to the prophet of humanity, not just about the prophecies, but about the help and support he mentioned in his letter.

No one understands our current predicament better than you, Maraad, whether we want to persist in this world, or find a new world for our people.

We all need help.

Lord Blackshaw has enough wisdom and ability to help us. He has destroyed the demon's attack on that land in Gorgrond. This is how he shows his strength to the world.

Like a drowning man's life-saving straw, we must hold on to it. The future was blurry in my eyes, and the whirlpool that created it all started because of Black Shaw.

Regardless of whether it is public or private, I must see him. "

"As I said before, Black sent me to protect the Prophet."

Garona, who was wearing an assassin's mask, was somewhat weak when facing her biological "uncle". She no longer looked like the chic and wild female assassin before, but she also spoke at this moment:

"He has good intentions towards the draenei, and the demons are his enemies. My companions have set out to scout Hellfire Peninsula, and we will determine whether Black has eliminated the threat.

Khadgar and I will protect the Prophet as we go there. "

"We'll go there too."

Arthas folded his arms and said;

"I was cared for by the draenei during my travels in Draenor, and my people will travel across the world to help you, and we will protect the Prophet from harm."

The young orc Thrall nodded, indicating that he would also accompany them.

But Maraad was still worried. He put the helmet on his head, glanced at Garona again, and said in a deep voice:

"Now that the prophet has made a decision, I will no longer stand in the way, but as my duty, I will go there together. I feel that the danger has not gone away, and there is still a shadow hanging over us.

A terrible conspiracy has been launched against the Prophet, and we cannot afford to suffer any more losses. "

PS:

I forgot to put the link when I promoted the book yesterday. . . I’ll make it up today, just below.