Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Magtheridon ultimately failed to achieve his goal.

Although it is quite confident in its own strength, after all, among the Annihelan demon clan, apart from Lord Destroyer Mannoroth, who is the undisputed strongest, Magtheridon is at the top of the second echelon in the power sequence. .

Its arrogant self-proclaimed King of Draenor is not just a boast. In terms of pure brute force, even Kil'jaeden's most trusted doom lord Kazzak is far from its opponent.

As for Agona, the King of the Abyss who was just assassinated by the demon hunters, he was just an old guy who only dared to become king because he lived long enough.

But even with such terrifying brute force, under the siege of a group of mortal legendaries assembled, the high-ranking commander of the Burning Legion still hated the cursed land outside the Watch Keep.

It died in a world far away from its own army. It was not until the moment before its defeat that it realized that its loyal guards had not entered the battlefield with it.

When its death came, its muscular brain was still wondering why its luck was so bad today. It didn't even suspect that its charming and lovely demon witch lieutenant had any evil intentions?

But death is particularly forgiving to demons.

The moment Magtheridon's head was pierced by the demon blade Apocalypse, its soul was summoned by the Twisting Nether and returned to the place where all demons were born and reborn.

Of course, the greedy Apocalypse tore apart some of the Abyss Lord's soul fragments as his own playthings, which would allow Magtheridon to resurrect in the Twisting Nether in a weaker form and take more time to return to its full glory.

That's going to be a long time.

No matter how hard this cruel and stupid guy tries, he will never be able to catch up with the Burning Legion's decisive battle in Azeroth.

"This demon is really tough, but why does it appear in Azeroth?"

The Archmage Ronin of Watch Island dragged his tired body to the side of the Grand Knight Turalyon. In order to suppress the abyss lord's self-destruction of evil energy at the last moment, he and the Archmage Ansrem Ruinvivor and the Archmage The three of Vargas worked together to mobilize the power of the local magic network, giving others the possibility of delivering a fatal blow to the Abyss Lord.

Luo Ning rubbed his sore forehead and whispered to the disgraced knight:

"It rushed out from the other side of the Dark Portal. Are the demons already planning to invade our world? Is this reckless demon their vanguard?"

Turalyon shook his head, he did not get the relevant news.

He looked back at the knights who participated in the battle. Several of them were seriously injured and they were afraid that they would not be able to follow them into Draenor.

The number of people was reduced before the mission even started, giving the great knight an ominous premonition about the upcoming journey.

He then looked at the Elf Death Knight Lord who was pulling out the screaming Death Demon Blade from the Abyss Lord's head. He felt that he should be able to get some information from this guy.

"Your Excellency Ravencase, we received news of the Black Crow Knight's transfer from Val'sharah before we set off. I didn't expect you to enter Draenor faster than us."

As the leader of the Cenarion Expedition, Hisari Black Crow took the initiative to talk to the Death Knight High Lord. After greeting the High Lord with the etiquette of a junior, she asked in a straightforward style:

"I would like to ask you, was it your plan for this demon to enter Azeroth? Or was it an accident?"

"Why do you ask me such a thing?"

Lord Ravencrest looked at Hisari with confusion. He noticed her burning long hair and said in a strange tone:

"Have you not discussed it with your master? This is Black Shaw's plan. He wants to use this demon's attack as a warning to Azeroth.

The devil is not far away from this world. Those in power who don't care about prophecies of disaster should look at this issue more clearly! "

"Uh, please don't use this title to describe my relationship with Mr. Black."

Hisari Black Crow's cheeks turned red. She lowered her head and corrected Lord Ravencrest's statement, then explained in a low voice with a hint of complaint:

"Your Excellency Black has taken the initiative to end all relationships between me and him not long ago. I don't know any more about his thoughts and plans than you do."

"Well, it turns out there was a conflict. No wonder I saw that he changed to a more beautiful bird as his detection method."

The death knight lord curled his lips.

He didn't understand why he always heard these gossips that he didn't care about at all, so he made a casual comment, which made Miss Black Crow even more embarrassed.

Things are not what you think, Lord!

You are getting darker and darker as you describe it.

Black Crow was about to explain, but saw the death knight wave his hand and talk about business in a serious tone. Ravencase looked at the people around him, and he raised his tone a few times and said to them:

"The Black Crow Chapter has joined Black Shaw in the Hellfire Peninsula of Draenor to capture a strategically located frontline fortress for you, which will be the place where all the forces in the next two worlds will hold talks.

If you have nothing else to delay, please go there as quickly as possible.

Judging from my experience in the War of the Ancients, today's victory is just a footnote in this eternal war that will not be recorded. Demons like this are everywhere in the Burning Legion.

You can hold its head to show off your achievements, but you must know what you are facing!

Having said that, everyone, I will leave first. "

After saying that, the indifferent death knight took his magic sword that was still dripping with blood, turned over and mounted the ghost hippogryph, and galloped towards the Dark Portal, leaving only a group of people in a daze.

Ravencrest's words made everyone's joy of defeating a powerful enemy dissipate a lot. If guys like Magtheridon who require the full strength of several legends to defeat are just the backbone of the legion, then they have never really faced them. The soldiers of the Burning Legion really need to re-evaluate the threat of the Legion.

"Hey! You guys, don't get too close to that demon's corpse. That guy's demonic blood can pollute the soul! Do you also want to become like those green-skinned prisoners?"

Archmage Ronin's scolding brought Turalyon back to his senses. He looked back and saw that several veterans of the Iron Horse Brotherhood were trying to take off the demon's claws and scales as trophies, but they were driven away by the spellcasters.

Magtheridon had only just died, but the demonic blood flowing from its corpse had already begun to pollute the barren and desolate world beneath its feet.

"It must be dealt with immediately!"

Kael'thas Sunstrider, who no longer concealed his identity, reminded Turalyon with a serious expression:

"The encounter of the orcs has fully demonstrated to us the threat this unique demon poses to the world. We cannot allow it to be exposed in the wilderness like this. We should report this matter to Stormwind City, and then we must set off immediately, Lord Knight."

"Um."

Turalyon nodded, and discussed with the Archmage Ronin for a few more minutes, and finally decided that Dalaran would handle the body of the abyss lord, and the others immediately set off for the Dark Portal.

After everyone left, Archmage Luo Ning looked at the huge demon corpse in front of him with a headache.

The demonic blood it exuded was so stinky that it made the nearby ground look like hell. As an orthodox mage, he had no experience in dealing with the remains of such a high-level demon, but Luo Ning soon thought of a way.

Didn't Dalaran just recruit a group of warlocks?

They should be experts in this field, let them be responsible for this matter, but their professional standards don't seem to be very good, um. It's better to contact Nathalas College and ask Dean Lan Yue to send an expert over. Supervise this matter.

Ronin made a decision quickly.

He was about to teleport back to Watchfort when he suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself lightly.

How stupid I am!

Since we have to contact the Academy of Nar'thalas for help, why not send a request letter to the spellcasters in Quel'Thalas?

Just say that the cursed land is suspected to be haunted by demons who are good at hiding, and ask them to send an elite ranger commander to take charge.

The eldest Windrunner sister is busy coordinating the Farstrider clones, and the second sister is still busy in Northrend. Doesn't this mean that only the third sister has time to come over?

In this way, I can stay together with the gentle and lovely Miss Vereesa!

The eyes of the unlucky Archmage Luo Ning flashed with happiness. He turned back and glanced at the extremely ugly Lord Magtheridon lying on the ground, and suddenly felt that the Abyss Demon King had become more pleasing to the eye.

"If I can get married successfully in the future"

Luo Ning whispered to the abyss lord who died tragically:

"I will definitely thank you, Lord Magtheridon! I'll leave it to you this time."

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On the other side, a few hours later, the complex "Draenor Expeditionary Force" finally crossed the Dark Portal. While they were dizzy by the unique teleportation experience of the world portal, the Hellfire Peninsula was in a terrible and terrible state. The scorched dark red earth appeared in front of them in a malicious way.

Not only is the ground cracking with lava and flames emerging, but the high concentration of evil energy in the air also makes many Azerothians experience difficulty breathing.

Worst of all, the remnants of the Black Crow Chapter's undead attack on Hellfire Citadel are still there, and the entire Path of Glory is littered with corpses wandering out of control.

Before the death aura in their bodies dissipates, they will remain in this state and attack all life that sets foot on this land.

"Everyone, the mount is ready."

A Black Crow Knight said coldly to the leaders of the expeditionary force:

"The High Lord and Mr. Black are waiting for you at Hellfire Fortress. Please go and meet them. The Road to Glory is currently impassable. It will take several hours for the undead here to calm down. Only then will the large forces be allowed to pass.

Your followers can set up camp near the Dark Portal now. Hellfire Fortress has just been baptized by the flames of war and needs some time to clean up. "

The temporary leader Turalyon looked at the others. After there was no objection, everyone mounted the death hippogryph prepared for them, crossed the road of glory and the scorched earth covered with blood, death and corpses, and finally ended up in the hellfire. The upper platform of the fortress falls.

The place has been completely taken over by death knights wearing black raven armor, and there are also Sarlain spellcasters purifying the evil energy in the castle. There are skeletons and undead servants walking around carrying supplies everywhere.

On the flying platform not far away, there was a group of death knights repairing an ash bone dragon that had been torn to pieces.

The dead move quickly, concisely and with a strong military style. Apart from being incompatible with the living, this is exactly how an elite division should behave.

Among them, except for the two leaders of the Cenarion Expedition who had some knowledge of the Black Crow Chapter in Val'sharah, no one else had come into contact with these death knights.

However, Turalyon did not have much disgust or hostility towards these dead people. He knew that it was thanks to the help of these dead people that he could kill the ancient god C'Thun in the Silithus Desert.

They are in the same group as themselves.

Although they are difficult to like.

"Hey, my friends, I am honored to receive you in this damn world. Please come with me. Although the conditions are simple, I will still prepare a banquet for you to wash away the dust.

The more difficult the conditions are, the less we must lose our precious etiquette. "

As they walked into the Broken Hall of Hellfire Citadel, they heard a voice that was familiar to everyone.

In front of him, Black, the stinky pirate who had changed into the costume of an elf noble, was opening his arms to everyone in front of him as a master. At his feet, the little fishman Benbolba, also wearing a robe, spread his arms and smiled a fishman's smile to welcome the distinguished guests.

"I know you have a lot of questions. Come on, let's sit down and talk slowly."

Blake glanced at the people in front of him, and his eyes stayed on Xisali Black Crow for a few seconds. Miss Black Crow lowered her head and did not look at him. She was probably filled with complicated emotions and embarrassment.

The smelly pirate didn't care. He made a gesture of invitation and said:

"Come with me, everyone. After the banquet, we still have a lot of things to do. Oh, by the way, Prince Kael'thas, please follow me first. I want to leave a few people to you."

The little fish-man who was kicked took over Blake's duties, croaking and guiding everyone to the banquet hall.

Black and the handsome prince walked to the other side. After casually pushing open an orc-style door, Kael'thas saw a group of miserable members of the Sacred Relic Association sitting inside.

Seeing the appearance of His Highness the Prince, these elves who had suffered so much and even had to pray to the God of Garbage Man for blessing, and then were ruthlessly abandoned and couldn't even be beggars, were immediately moved to tears. They all wanted to hold Kyle in their arms. Sasi cried bitterly.

The journey to Draenor was a nightmare for them.

There were thirty people before departure, but only eight people survived until the end, and the others had died in the terrible pursuit.

Seeing his clansmen who were so emaciated to the point of skin and bones and the expressions of grievance on their faces that made them want to cry, Kael'thas felt very uncomfortable. The kind-hearted prince patiently listened to their complaints, comforted them gently, and even personally Unleash healing spells to heal their wounds.

After a lot of comfort, everyone who had survived the disaster was allowed to calm down.

"Your Highness, the treasure we sacrificed so much to find was snatched away by this pirate."

The last leader of this sacred relic association, Hui Ren, grabbed Kael'thas's arm and whispered to the prince:

"You must get it back. It is the essence of the world of Draenor and the key to the further advancement of the magical civilization of Quel'Thalas. It is a grand gift we are preparing to present to the Sunstrider royal family.

You must get it back! "

"Hey, I can hear you whispering."

Black, who was leaning against the door, snorted, and in front of Kael'thas, he took out a golden ring with magic that turned into a solid stream of light, and put it in his hand and tossed it up and down.

Just like throwing a ball of light composed of pure arcane magic, Kael'thas couldn't help but blink his eyes.

As an extremely talented spellcaster, Kael'thas could feel the breathtaking power coming from that ring.

Gem!

That's an absolute gem!

Blake pouted and said:

"It was my Wardens who fought off the Black Knights with great difficulty and rescued you lost dogs from the ruins of Highmaul.

If they arrive any later, you will be wiped out by the group, and this so-called treasure will also fall into the hands of the devil's henchmen. Rounding it all off, it will fall into the hands of the legion, and will be used by the devil to attack Azeroth. terrible weapon.

I saved your lives, and I saved you from the terrible nightmare of becoming a sinner in the world. It's fine if you don't thank me, and you say bad things about me in private.

You Quel'dorei elves are really in need! "

"Sir Black, stop blaming these poor people. They are just loyal to their mission."

Prince Kael'thas shook his head and said to Black:

“Say your terms.

But for this ring, I lost twenty-two outstanding people. It must be returned to the hands of the Queldorei. This cannot be negotiated! "

"Is this the expected bargaining stage? His Royal Highness has indeed become a mature man who can be reassured."

The smelly pirate whistled happily, rubbed his hands and said:

"Then come on, let's make a deal that pleases both parties. I'm also curious, what price can you pay to get this ring from me that is powerful enough to change your destiny?"