Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Those damn undead are coming! Where did they come from?"

“Oh my god, they’re endless!”

"Hurry up and block the door!"

Today's Hellfire Fortress is extremely noisy after dark, and the Fel Orc guards on each guard tower are doing their best to ring the alarm bells.

Those noisy bells represent a terrible message. The largest fortress in Hellfire Peninsula is under attack.

And it was a full-scale attack, the most terrifying attack.

Logically speaking, it is not that easy to attack Hellfire Citadel. The number of evil orcs abandoned by the old tribe in Draenor is also considerable in Hellfire Peninsula.

The demons placed this group of servants here to guard the Dark Portal. Therefore, in addition to the evil orcs who guarded Hellfire Fortress and the Broken Hall, there were also small groups of clans placed nearby throughout the local area.

They are the first line of defense for this fortress.

Once a foreign enemy invades, the nearby Fel Orc tribes will be dispatched first. Their numbers are enough to buy enough time for the defenders of Hellfire Citadel.

Moreover, in the canyon below the fortress, there is also a very elite army of evil orcs.

At least in Hellfire Peninsula, a hellish place that has become extremely barren, no force can easily approach the fortress.

But just now, the assembled evil orc clan was "swamped" by a sea of ​​white skeletons before they reached the vicinity of Hellfire Fortress.

Nearly a thousand evil orc wolf cavalry rushed into the seemingly fragile sea of ​​skeletons from the flanks with incomparable bravery, but they were instantly arranged without even causing a wave to rise.

What's even more terrifying is that the evil orcs and their wargs who were "scratched" by the skeletons would stand up staggeringly within a few minutes of their death and join this never-ending death march.

Too many skeletons and dead people!

They have "overwhelmed" the entire Path of Glory, and their numbers continue to increase as they approach Hellfire Citadel, a sight that is enough to frighten even the most violent fel orcs.

The orcs also have an ancient tradition of psychics, and the Shadowmoon Clan was once famous in Draenor for controlling the dead. However, even the Shadowmoon Clan's most powerful priest of the dead could not create such a horrific death in a short period of time. Army.

The fel orcs were frightened.

They began to seal the gates on the front and sides of Hellfire Fortress, apparently preparing to hold on to the fortress and wait for support from the demon masters.

"How cowardly."

The enemy's poor reaction made Lord Ravencrest very dissatisfied, and also made the magic sword Apocalypse in his hand very dissatisfied.

The demon blade with a bad character is longing for living souls, but it does not need to eat them. It just desires to torture these violent souls and cut them apart piece by piece.

Their wails are sure to be hilarious.

"Ouch"

A low and cold roar sounded in the direction of the Dark Portal. Black, who was riding behind the flaming phoenix, looked back and saw two black ash bone dragons emerging from the huge green whirlpool.

The Black Crowes' air power is finally in place.

Under the command of Lord Ravencrest wielding the magic sword below, the two bone dragons that entered Draenor immediately flapped their bone wings and flew towards Hellfire Citadel.

Blake also whistled, letting the sky speed up and fly above the fortress, spraying scorching flames on the heads of the evil orcs running around outside the fortress.

He is causing carnage.

These guys who were burned to death will also become new members of the Black Crow Chapter under the infusion of death aura.

Seeing their recently dead compatriots staggering up from the flames and slashing at them with weapons, even the evil orcs who drank too much demon blood and burned out their brains would feel fear.

The two flying bone dragons did the same thing after approaching. Under the raging power of the sky, the entire outside of the Hellfire Fortress was quickly cleared.

This fortress is indeed extremely strong. Once the evil beasts block this damn place, no matter how powerful the Sea of ​​the Undead is, they will not be able to break into it in a short time.

But the problem is, the death knights don't need to break into this fortress at all.

Because there are not only their "soldiers" on the Road to Glory, but there are also many corpses of innocent people who died inside this Hellfire Fortress.

"It still doesn't work."

Black, who was sitting behind Phoenix, looked at the sea of ​​undead that had begun to disperse below. The newly awakened skeletons were out of control and began to attack everything nearby.

This means that the number of undead that High Lord Ravencrest can control with the help of Demon Blade Apocalypse has reached the limit.

Although the front line composed of nearly 10,000 dead skeletons in front of us is indeed shocking, in the eyes of the well-informed pirates, it still lacks some meaning.

It's majestic, but it's still a little short of the level of "oppressing all living beings."

"It's already great that Tianqi can do this."

Xal'atath whispered in Black's ear:

"Although that magic blade is also infused with the aura of death and has a special forging method, and is suspected to be a Deathly Hallows forged in the Shadow Realm, its power attributes are more focused on single-body combat.

It has the ability to spread plagues and curses, but it is not good at controlling the undead. "

"Yes, if the sister sword of Apocalypse, the magic sword Frostmourne, which specializes in commanding the dead, is here, it is estimated that Lord Ravencrest can kill at least two-thirds of the souls of the Hellfire Peninsula with just one shout. Everyone shouted."

Black rubbed his chin and looked at the increasingly chaotic sea of ​​undead below. He said with some regret:

"But this is enough. The evil orcs, who have never fought against an army of the dead and are therefore severely inexperienced, cannot stop such a sea of ​​undead under internal and external difficulties.

Lord Ravencrest didn't lie. He could indeed capture the fortress before dawn, but his army would only be able to bully the evil orcs. Once the demons' support arrived, the situation would become somewhat complicated.

Fortunately, I arranged for someone to be there in advance. "

The stinky pirate picked up the black owl war helmet and put it on his head. With the anima effect of the seven-headed beast, he could feel the location of the witch of destruction whose mind he had forcibly controlled.

That guy is now in Shadowmoon Valley and is very "happy" right now.

"Tsk tsk, you are worthy of being an advanced race of succubi. This slutty life attitude is really shocking. Doesn't she even want to pick one? As long as the opponent is a male?"

The stinky pirate didn't look at what was going on over there to avoid staining his eyes.

He was not willing to peek into the passionate private life of a demon.

You'll get corns.

"Male? You underestimate the succubus, little master."

Xal'atath laughed strangely and said:

"Devils like succubi are quite magical beings. I seriously doubt that they are the ultimate incarnation of the concept of 'desire' among the stars. Succubi will not only provoke men, but any life around them will be attracted when their lust rises." They regard it as an object of venting.

I once saw some succubi in the void world who were tainted by the void.

Their brains were burnt out by lust, and they actually took the initiative to play some exciting games with void creatures. Tsk tsk, it's really terrible, and its taste is so complex that even a dark essence like me can't accept it.

Speaking of which, doesn’t the little master plan to get himself a succubus pet? Maybe she can, without our inconvenience."

"Forget it, they are too wild. Humans like me are not evolved enough to accept such "stimulation"."

Blake turned down the malicious request with a stern face.

He waited there for a few minutes, and Shahras' side was finally 'finished'. So the stinky pirate used the spiritual beacon implanted during the forceful control of his mind to attack the demon of destruction who was savoring the aftertaste and looking dissatisfied with desire. The witch sent an instruction.

At the same time that the demon started to act, the undead summoned by the Black Crow Chapter finally opened the closed door of Hellfire Fortress in a coordinated manner.

Under the command of Lord Ravencrest wielding the magic sword, groups of death knights jumped down from the flying bone dragons, and each rushed into the fortress with controlled undead.

The ruthless massacre began.

"Go, you go too."

Black threw a pair of hidden swords to the hooded assassin apprentice Cirdan who was riding a spirit dragon behind him and said to him:

"Go and avenge the murderers who massacred the Draenor people, and vent your inner anger to your heart's content. Before you truly begin to learn the dark arts, I need you to have a calm heart that is not disturbed."

"Okay, mentor."

The former defender clasped his hidden sword tightly and rode the spirit dragon down. He landed among a group of mindless undead and followed them into the Hellfire Fortress, which was filled with blood and anxiety.

These dead bones have lost their flesh and blood, and they can no longer see the posture they had when they were draenei. However, when following these vengeful dead souls, Cirdan did not feel the slightest fear or disgust in his heart.

It was as if he had returned to the protection of his tribe, and he was acting together with them.

This was a long overdue revenge for the draenei.

But better late than never.

"bass"

The hidden swords on Cirdan's arms popped out, and he cut the neck of an evil orc in front of him who was knocked down and trampled to death by the undead. The blood stained his hands, making the light in the former defender's eyes even colder.

He no longer needed to persuade himself to forgive these massacres, which made him feel happy and free.

With his feet stained with blood, he walked towards the next Fel Orc who had his legs broken and was struggling to escape. The hidden sword on his arm was dripping with blood.

farewell.

My weakness——

"No, no, no, the warriors of Azeroth have invaded Hellfire Fortress!"

In the Karabor Temple in Shadowmoon Valley, the demon witch who had just had fun pretended to be panicked and rushed into the top floor of the old Draenei temple that was contaminated by evil energy and filled with darkness.

She knelt down respectfully in front of her "new master" and reported the new information she had received to the powerful Lord Magtheridon, the Lord of the Abyss, who was dozing in front of her.

She screamed:

"My master, another group of shameful bastards have stepped into your carefully designed trap. They are cheering for defeating the weak evil orcs. Perhaps your appearance will make them panic.

The Legion will have another glorious victory, and you can have some fun in your boring life. "

"Um?"

Magtheridon was awakened and shook his short but violent wings.

It held up its body with four hooves like a mammoth, and shook its body to shake off the scorching evil fire, so that the petite demon witch had to move away to avoid being burned.

"It's such good news, I'm almost going crazy with my idle time."

The rude and violent Abyss Lord laughed. It grabbed its vicious halberd flowing with evil energy from the side, and stared at the charming demon in front of it with its fierce inverted triangular eyes.

Its previously trusted lieutenant of the demon witch unfortunately died in an assassination a few days ago, and Shahras was "just right" recommended to it by some demon leaders.

The abyss lords are ruthless and cruel guys. Magtheridon quickly forgot about the unlucky guy after getting a new lieutenant. After all, Shahrath is also very good at doing things, and he served the abyss lord comfortably in a few days. Clothes.

It was easy to gain the trust of this stupid big guy.

"Open the portal to Hellfire Citadel! My lieutenant!"

Magtheridon laughed and said:

"I'm going to have some fun."

"Well, my master, you should probably report to Lord Kazak before taking action."

Shahras rolled her cunning eyes, and she reminded meekly:

"After all, Lord Kazak is the commander-in-chief responsible for the war in Draenor. He has the trust of the deceiver deeply. Your rash actions may be exploited by the cunning person who likes power.

You know, because of your great power, it has always been afraid of you and suppressed you. "

"Kazak is nothing!"

The considerate adjutant’s “loyal advice” instantly angered the furious Magtheridon. The unthinking abyss lord waved his terrifying halberd and roared:

"I am the most powerful commander under His Majesty the Destroyer, and I am the true King of Draenor! I can go wherever I want, and stupid Kazzak can't even try to restrain me.

Besides, that idiot has been obsessed with playing hide-and-seek with those elves recently.

It's not in the Temple of Karabor now.

Should I put down my fun and wait for it to come back? "

The abyss lord is eager to fight. This is the result of the violent and destructive desire engraved in the bones of the Annihelan demons. The soul fire burning on its head has risen, representing Magtheridon's desire to kill.

It is already eager to harvest the lives of the mice that break into Hellfire Citadel, just as it has been doing for the past few months.

Use the weak Hellfire Citadel as a trap to lure the ignorant into it, and then use violent power to sweep through the bodies of the wretched, playing with their lives and souls.

This is the only fun Magtheridon can have in the boring world of Draenor.

Oh, let me say one more thing, this wonderful idea is certainly not an idea that the abyss lord's brain full of muscles can come up with.

This was a vicious suggestion from its forgotten former lieutenant. From this point of view, the death of the evil witch whose name was not even known was not unjust.

So under Magtheridon's scolding, its "loyal" adjutant had to open the portal to Hellfire Fortress for it. After the arrogant Magtheridon burst into the portal with a laugh, Shahra As its lieutenant, Si stopped Magtheridon's demon guards from coming to support.

"Lord Magtheridon, the King of Draenor, said that it wants to enjoy the fun of killing alone and use its incomparable power to sweep away stupid intruders!

This is its fun today. "

The cunning Demon Mistress stood in front of the closed portal, and she scolded the two muscular evil lords in front of her in a feigned manner:

"Do you want to interfere with Lord Magtheridon's happiness? Can you bear this responsibility?"

The two evil lords looked at each other.

Well, these stupid words are indeed like what the muscular head of Magtheridon can say, and the charming demon witch in front of him has indeed won Magtheridon's trust.

The two of them hesitated for a moment, and finally did not ask Shahras to reopen the portal. But just when they turned to leave, the wanton demon witch called out to them.

"Hey, you two."

Shahras waved his six hands, put his charming and seductive figure into a slutty posture, and said to the two evil lords:

"Since we can't get anything done today, why don't we have some fun? I'm bored too. The hellhound just now was too weak and couldn't keep me entertained at all.

You two look very fit, do you want to try the challenge of conquering the succubus?

We still have a lot of time to waste before Lord Magtheridon returns. "