Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The cold and dark ground was suddenly dug open, and then a miserable claw stretched out from the soil, like an unlucky guy who had been buried alive. It tore open the soil with difficulty and moved its rickety body out of the rotten wooden coffin. come out.

Probably due to the body rot caused by death for too long, this guy has completely lost his human body and facial features.

It had weird sharp teeth, was covered with torn cloth strips, and exuded a disgusting stench. Its dark eyes were filled with evil power, causing it to scream miserably the moment it crawled out of the cemetery.

Like a crow cawing in the dark night, the sound spreads far and wide.

This is a ghoul.

An evil creature that is commonly found in folklore and legends across Azeroth. The fact that there are legends left behind proves that this thing also appeared in previous eras.

When Black was a child in Kul Tiras, he witnessed sailors cleaning ancient tombs and burning the ghouls born in them.

These gadgets are often "naturally born" in some abandoned tombs. In previous eras, they and skeletons were the representatives of humankind's recognition of the existence of the power of death.

But from now on, ghouls and skeletons will become "common things". After the power of death represented by Frostmourne truly arrives in the material world, it will definitely develop a variety of undead creatures.

They will become a new force and even develop into a new civilization.

"boom"

The ghoul that was roaring and screaming just after waking up was kicked over by the cold gem boots. The latter immediately stopped wailing and knelt on the roadside in an awe-inspiring posture, trembling for the powerful man in front of him. Get out of the way.

In the gloomy cemetery of Crow Ridge Necropolis, Ms. Yrel, the Draenei death knight who had just been released by Frostmourne, was looking around expressionlessly.

Graveyards are opened one after another, and the dead are resurrected one after another. The weak or the dead who have been dead for a long time and cannot recall their souls will become brainless skeletons or ugly and crazy ghouls.

And those warriors who have been buried in the earth for a shorter period of time will be resurrected in a more complete form.

Especially those powerful warriors who have made outstanding achievements in the orc wars, death is particularly favored by them. Yrel has seen the resurrection of more than a dozen "human death knights".

They wore their burial armor and carried rusty swords.

Some can even get death horses that fought with them on the battlefield during their lifetime.

Judging from the number of warriors sacrificed by human civilization in the Orc Wars, as long as Frostmourne travels around the eastern continent, it will be able to create several legions of genuine death knights in less than a month.

Although the entire cemetery is "very lively" now, there are actually not many sounds coming out. The dead who were awakened by Frostmourne remain silent. They carry out their work indifferently under the guidance of the magic sword.

The door leading to the noble cemetery in the deepest part of the big tomb was knocked open by the death knights. They wanted to enter the cemetery and resurrect more dead for the magic sword.

On the road leading outside the cemetery, a large number of skeletons and ghouls are walking in line. They will gather outside the cemetery, and then embark on a journey across the Dusk Forest, and finally go to Redridge Mountain.

This scene made Yrel feel heavy.

But she was powerless to resist.

Her previous encounters had made her aware of Frostmourne's unrivaled control over the undead, and she no longer expected to be freed from the control of the magic sword.

After inspecting the cemetery, Yrel carried his gem warhammer and strode into the village in front of the tomb, which was already controlled by the servants of the Black Knights.

All the civilians were driven into the cellar of this village hotel. No one harmed them or paid attention to them.

Yrel could hear the cries of children and women coming from underground. They were obviously frightened, but perhaps their tears were not for themselves, but for the world that was about to usher in a turbulent world.

What Blake Shaw is doing cannot disrupt the world, but it is indeed a key that will open the door to the next era.

She pursed her lips and stepped onto the stairs.

In the hall on the second floor, Eredin was discussing the marching route with his brothers.

The mood of doing something big made the Black Knights very excited, and around them, the Uncrowned Ones who had been summoned were busy nervously, constantly sending various messages to different places for the stinky pirates.

As for Blake, he was "chatting" with his subordinates.

"How many people defected?"

The pirate asked, smoking his pipe.

The person in charge of the Uncrowned One in the Kingdom of Stormwind lowered his head and said in a shameful tone:

"At least one tenth, Master, after we received your order, many members could not accept our action this time. They believed that the Uncrowned One's action this time had deviated from the creed, so they chose to withdraw.

Perhaps more because they cannot accept that we want to transform the great man of mankind into a king of the dead.

Marshal Lothar's reputation is too terrifying.

Because time was tight, I did not stop them, and they promised to abide by their last oath and not to inform the authorities of the action. "

"No need."

Blake was not angry or unhappy. He waved his hands in a gentle tone and said:

"I have no intention of covering up or hiding this time, let them say whatever they want. I am actually very happy to see my subordinates choose to go against me because of the creed they adhere to.

This proves that they really have some persistence in their hearts and are no longer just bastards who work for money.

It seems that our organization is developing very well, and our philosophy has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. It is time to send outstanding members of the Uncrowned to the assassin circle that is now sinking.

I can foresee that these assassins who insist on the creed and leave us will definitely instill new strength and belief in our colleagues. After the pirates, the ancient profession of assassins will also be revitalized because of our efforts. .

This is great!

You did very well.

There is absolutely no need to feel frustrated. "

Having said this, the pirate looked at his subordinates and said:

"I feel that your heart is not at peace either. Do you also have doubts about our actions?"

The uncrowned commander of the Kingdom of Storm hesitated for a moment. Dressed in black, he peeked at Blake. After a few seconds of hesitation, he nodded and said:

"This may be the change you have been longing for, but this time we are undoubtedly on the opposite side of order. Although I don't think I am a good person, but personally promoting such a thing makes me feel at a loss.

I would question whether I was doing the right thing.

Master, maybe I am too weak. "

Black was not angry or even showed any dissatisfaction. He said to his subordinates in a pleasant manner:

"Did you read the battle report sent back from the world of Draenor?"

"Um."

When mentioning this matter, the person in charge of Storm Kingdom was obviously in a higher mood. He said:

"Master, the great deeds you did in that world inspired us all. Perhaps such achievements are what everyone pursues. Although we live in the shadows, we all have a yearning for light in our hearts.

After all, who doesn’t want to be a savior hero?

Even if our status is not visible to the public, we still have the desire to be praised by thousands of people. "

"Then I will tell you that there is no fundamental difference between what we are doing now and what I was doing in Draenor."

Blake played with his pipe and said to the subordinate in front of him:

"They will abuse us now and look down upon us, but what we have to do is not to defend or fight, we just need to be patient.

When a certain time comes in the future, the harder they scold us now, the more disgustingly they will praise us then.

I have been leading you to bring changes to this world, what we have done in the past in Dalaran, Kul Tiras, Silithus, Pandaria, etc.

We’ve already brought about many exciting changes in the world, and we wouldn’t mind doing more.

They stubbornly believed that Anduin Lothar, who became the King of the Dead, would bring pain to everyone, but they did not realize the power of death. "

The pirate stood up, patted his subordinate on the shoulder, and whispered:

"Think about it, when brutal demons come to our world, in addition to the living people who are trembling with fear from them, they will also see the army of the dead who have been waiting for a long time.

I thought it would be very interesting to see the expressions on the ugly faces of the demons when they were overrun by the undead.

I mean, you can have no confidence in me, my followers.

But you should have some faith in Lothar.

Do you think a great man like him would be struck down by death and captured by darkness?

We just changed the way so that Marshal Lothar can once again contribute his determination and strength to the world.

We just gave the Marshal a chance to save again, to fight again. "

Blake said in an amplified voice:

"Should he lie in that ridiculous holy coffin and live immortally until the world is destroyed? Or should he give him a sword and let him lead loyal soldiers across the battlefield again?

Which option do you think is better for Marshal Lothar?

I'm just saying these words to you. It doesn't matter if others can't understand our efforts. We are not weaklings who must let others say thank you when we do good things.

We never pursue those, we only fight for our creed.

Just do things. "

"Um!"

The uncrowned commander of Stormwind Kingdom, whose will was obviously much firmer, nodded. He glanced at Yrel, stepped back and disappeared into the shadows.

"You really know how to confuse people!"

Yrel said in a hateful tone:

"Confusing right and wrong, playing with will, you are the ugliest cancer born in this beautiful world! You are the same as Gul'dan!"

"As expected of a Draenei, he is so artistic when he curses people. But the problem is, how can Gul'dan compare to me? When it comes to confusing people, Gul'dan's combat power is at most 6,000 points, but I am at least more than 100,000. "

Blake grinned proudly.

He shrugged his shoulders and looked out the window. The twilight forest was still the ghostly appearance he remembered. There was no day or night here, but only constant darkness.

The pirate took out his pocket watch, looked at it, and said to Yrel:

"It's almost time. You take the first batch of resurrected warriors to Redridge Mountain! There will be some scavengers there to help you guide the direction and quickly cross the mountainous area of ​​Redridge Mountain.

The undead don't need to rest.

I guess you can give the newly assembled Stormwind Kingdom Border Legion a surprise in Redridge Mountain.

Give you six hours, I want to see the road to the East Valley open. "

"I can not do it."

Yirel gritted his teeth and said:

"The number of undead is too small to form a crushing advantage. They also lack weapons."

"Then take her with you."

Blake pointed out the window, where Frostmourne was suspended on the altar in the center of Crow Ridge Necropolis, and he said:

"Before, you could only hold the magic sword for ten minutes in an awake state, but now you don't need to be too awake, you just need to hold the magic sword and act according to her will, which is equivalent to a 'human scabbard'.

In this way, you can have terrifying combat power.

With the increase of Frostmourne, these weak undead will also become extremely violent. They are enough to crush the border legions. You can kill them all to replenish your personnel, or you can defeat and disperse them.

It's all up to you.

In addition, Redridge Mountain is close to the Burning Plains. Many warriors who died in the decisive battle of the Orc War are buried in the cemetery of Lakeside Town.

Resurrect them.

Those are the soldiers who died in battle following Anduin Lothar, and they will not refuse to continue to follow Lothar after death, especially the graves of members of the Brotherhood of the Iron Horse.

That's Marshal Lothar's Guards, and no one is missing. "

Yrel could not refuse the call of the magic sword, so she could only turn around and leave. Behind her, Blake reminded:

"Although Frostmourne and I have an agreement, the magic sword is the magic sword, and she will occasionally want to do bad things to please herself, so you'd better be strong-willed.

Restrain her when she attempts to harm the civilians Lothar values ​​most.

With the control of Frostmourne, no undead can refuse your instructions. Therefore, if a vicious incident occurs in Redridge Mountain and a large number of civilians die, it will be entirely your problem.

Would you do that? Yrel.

Will the darkness in your heart burst out in the form of blood in this beautiful world? "

"Don't underestimate the will of the Draenei!"

Yirel said an indifferent word and strode out of the hotel, wagging his tail.

Soon, all the undead in Crow Ridge took action. They gathered into a silent army and followed Yrel into the dark forest.

The wolves wandering in the darkness let out sharp and frightening wails, but they quickly disappeared.

These wolves, which have become the biggest scourge of Dusk Forest in the past few years, are as vulnerable as paper in front of the undead army.

From now on, the residents of the Twilight Forest no longer need to worry about the threat of wolves or the ogres who dominate the mountains. After today, this forest will become very "clean".

This can be regarded as Blake's small contribution to this land.

Eredin watched as the undead that frightened him disappeared into the forest. The gloomy ocean formed by the blue soul fire made even the well-informed black knights feel fear.

Although they had seen more horrific scenes in the underground areas of Karazhan, the innocent people killed by the possessed Medivh were already dead, and they would not jump up and scare people.

"Where are we going next? Not working with the undead?"

The King of Black Knights asked in a low voice.

"The undead are commanded by Frostmourne and Yrel. We have no use in the past, unless you legends want to stretch your muscles and experience the excitement of charging on the battlefield.

But I guess you who are businessmen have little interest in fighting. "

Blake looked at the time on his pocket watch again and said:

“So, Stranglethorn Vale!

We are going to visit the coast over there to meet our ‘friends’ from afar.

The Kingdom of Stormwind withdrew the elite Seventh Legion from Stranglethorn Vale and established a defense line at the East Valley lumber camp. It was difficult for the undead on the ground to pass quickly without any fire support.

But for us, time is life.

So, this time we are going to do some fun things that belong to pirates.

By the way, let me ask in advance, are you afraid of heights? "