Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Sacrificing Archimonde obviously made the Sunless Sea very satisfied. Although the Defiler is not the best in the Fel Force, he is indeed a very talented guy.

His talent in spellcasting ability and magical attainments amazed even Blake.

Especially after Aker fell into the embrace of the evil force, he still used his outstanding talent to creatively combine arcane magic to create his own spell-casting system.

This is enough to prove that Ake is very involved in the truth in the field of evil energy.

Such a soul rich in wisdom and truth is what the Void Force desires most, so Blake's sacrifice of truth is naturally quite successful.

Compared with the weak feedback Ragnaros brought to Blake after being thrown into the Sunless Sea, the amount of attributeless force that the pirates received this time is huge.

He threw most of them into his Moon Night War God profession without any hesitation, turning the force into the power of life. When he reached Level 2 of the Moon Night War God profession, Black clearly felt the imbalance of order in his body. Great balance with chaos.

But there is still a big gap between complete balance.

But you can't rush this kind of thing, you have to take your time.

The pirate sat cross-legged on Archimonde's body and used some of the remaining force power to strengthen his body, or to use a very strange word in the field of force power.

It's called a "container".

Just listen to the name and you will know what it means.

Things like strength are very simple at first, and there are only so many choices.

It is best to have a plan. Without a plan, you can only use what you have. In the mid-term, there will be many tricks, pursuing skills and different branches of power.

Each of these dazzling power systems has its own advantages and disadvantages, and it all depends on personal experience. Only by polishing your skills to the extreme can you find the way to the next stage.

However, when the pursuit of power reaches high levels, as Blake is now, things become simpler again.

Individuals who have reached this level have perfected their skills, and the criterion for testing their power has returned to simple absolute power.

Power is like water and the individual is the container.

Only when the container is large enough and tough enough can it hold more of the Force in the body, and eventually gather it into its own divine brilliance.

The reason why Titans are invincible and powerful is because they were born from the realm of arcane force and gathered the power of the world to shape containers, which gave them the name Titan.

Black was not so lucky to have a top-level container at the beginning. He had to use the Force to strengthen his container bit by bit so that he could contain more power.

But he's also a lucky guy.

Pirates have two containers to use while others only have one.

But this also means that when others only need to strengthen themselves, Black needs to find ways to get more force power to double the strength.

So it can’t be said to be a completely good thing.

"In this evil place far away from the glory of Big Sister Bang, there is no moonlight and no life, so my Moon Night God of War form has never been able to advance to a complete level.

This is really a sad thing. "

Sitting on Ake's still warm body, Black frowned, holding his pipe in his mouth and thinking about his future.

Under the current situation where he was given a death order by the void and must devour the world, if he did not want his power to be unbalanced, he had to make himself a true Moon Night God of War before the final battle came with the abyss that was getting stronger every day. The capacity to contend.

The "complete" Moon Night God of War he refers to is not Maiev's temporary transformation form, but a permanent incarnation form like the abyssal appearance of the Thousand Tongue Demon.

It is a pity that according to the stories of all the Moon Night Wargods in the stars that Black has heard so far, it seems that only a handful of people among the billions of lives enveloped by Elune's light have completed this task.

This shows how difficult this matter is.

"Oh, I'm so happy today, why are you so sad?"

Old Man Thal'kiel swayed and floated next to Black. Although this crazy great enlightener regretted that he could not take Archimonde's soul into his hands.

But after realizing that Archimonde would be bound in the Sunless Sea until the end of eternity, all the resentment and anger in his heart disappeared.

To be honest, compared with this result, the punishments I imagined were just like being tickled.

So when it comes to vicious things, we still have to look at the tricks we professionals can do.

Behind Thal'kiel and Black, the trio of warlocks were busy removing Archimonde's complete head.

This cruel process was watched by the ghosts of the Secret Academy. Every time Xie Yan, who was the "chief swordsman", swung his sword, there would be a burst of cheers from the onlookers.

There are also spirits who are secretly taking some of Archimonde's contaminated blood. This is a really good thing and can be used as a superior spell-casting material.

The trio of warlocks pretended not to notice.

In fact, they are also secretly collecting these rare materials in pots and jars.

Of course, one of these is to be given as a tribute to Her Highness Little Star, in exchange for Her Highness Little Star to help the Warlock trio boast about their powerful record in fighting the polluters in her new autobiography.

Therefore, if you play hard with your pen, you will have a lot of "money prospects".

The Defiler has absorbed so much evil energy that its body is very large, so a lot of blood flows out. There is no problem if a little is collected by others.

As long as the evil energy is adjusted, this huge body can still return to the normal size of the draenei.

This healthy and powerful body must of course belong to Thal'kiel.

This was agreed upon before.

"Now, I got you some echoes from the tides of the Sunless Sea."

Blake blew out a smoke ring, threw a group of wailing soul echoes to Thaqir, and said:

"Although it is not as good as the original soul, it should be a good thing for you to throw it into the Defiler's Skull and listen to its wail in the lightless sea."

"Hahaha, you still understand me, Blake. I really want to express my utmost gratitude to you."

Old Man Sachiel happily collected the soul echo, and sincerely expressed his gratitude to Black.

It glanced back at the battlefield that was coming to an end.

Before the war with Archimonde, the unexpected outbreak of the little star had made the demons on the battlefield lose their will to fight. They still persisted because of the big demon's order.

Now that the Defiler is dead, he died under the knife of the Azeroth Expeditionary Force in full view of the public, and the Fel Heart has also been destroyed, which is enough to make even the most stubborn demon choose to retreat temporarily.

Except for a group of demon guards who were already above and the abyss lords who were enjoying the battle and were still fighting on the front line, the other demons had already fled.

Of course, because Nasrax Fortress was destroyed, the demons lost the portal to the Antoran Wasteland. Some of them smart guys may be able to rely on small portals to retreat to the Legion's hinterland, but most demons are destined to just Can continue to fight against the anti-magic coalition forces on the barren land of Krokuun.

The ending that awaits them is bound to not be good.

"Krokun has won this battle. Although the damage is quite severe, it is an excellent start."

Thal'kiel said to Blake:

"Demons have already landed on Mac'Aree. They are all elite demons who came from the Antolan Wasteland. They have a strong will to fight and are difficult to deal with. They have also sent an army of evil dogs, and that area will become the focus of competition.

But from what I see in your mind, it seems that you are preparing to go straight to Antorus and the Burning Throne? "

"Well, I'm not the commander."

Blake rolled his eyes and said:

"I only have the right to make suggestions on this kind of military matter, but according to my opinion, there is absolutely no need for us to fight a war of attrition against the Burning Legion in Mac'Aree.

That is just an illusory trap left to us by fraudsters.

It's stalling for time.

If my prediction is good, a third fallen titan may be born within a month at most. Once Aggramar returns here, the two titans will be enough to sweep across the stars.

Our fate at that time was destined not to be good.

So we seem to have a choice, but in fact we have no choice at all. Apart from rushing into the Antolan Wasteland at the risk of terrible casualties, there is no chance that can give us any hope of victory.

Just send these advanced warriors who have suffered heavy losses to Macaire, where they can train and contain the demons. There is not much time left for us to wait. As soon as the follow-up legion arrives, we will immediately enter Antolan to fight.

But it will probably take a day or two for them to arrive.

So, maybe we should have a victory party next? "

The smelly pirate rubbed his chin and said:

“To commemorate this hard-won victory, and to commemorate the warriors who died for this battle, although they have all been resurrected as death knights.

But participating in your own memorial ceremony probably has a different flavor for the deceased.

As for those guys whose bones are gone.

Take Grom Hellscream, for example. If we don't hold a funeral for him, I doubt that Young Hero Hellscream will definitely break into my tent in the middle of the night and give me an axe. "

"Garold Shadowsong and his little lover are both unconscious. Warlord Eitrigg, General Danaus and Archbishop Mograine are unable to control the situation. Isn't it your decision now?"

Old man Sachir laughed and said with a bit of emotion:

"It is a rare leisure to have wine and get drunk today. The future may be more difficult, but whatever! For the revenge we have just avenged, for the victory we have just won

Open the banquet! "

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In the starry sky from Draenor to Argus, three Draenei frigates are traveling at the speed of light. These three ships are loaded with warriors and heroes of all races selected from the worlds of Azeroth and Draenor.

And their weapons of war.

In order to accommodate more people, the draenei technicians even dismantled the ecological dome in the ecological ship that they relied on when wandering, and also transformed all the cages in the magic-forbidden prison ship specially used to hold dangerous creatures into Temporary dormitory.

It is no exaggeration to say that if it were not unsafe, they would definitely add several military camps on the hood of the spacecraft.

But even with such an almost extreme overload capacity, this trip can only carry an army of more than 10,000 people.

Because the first batch of spacecraft are responsible for bringing hundreds of thousands of storm beacons into the world of Argus to help the Titan Guardians complete the cross-stellar teleportation of the Iron Legion.

Although the mortal warriors are also passionate and have left suicide notes before setting off, and are ready to die in the world of Argus, they have to admit that the Iron Legion of the Guardians is the main force in this battle. .

They all participated in the war as servants.

In addition, there is a very strange thing on the hull of the Forbidden Prison spaceship. From a distance, it looks like this gem spaceship has been "covered" with a golden dome.

Actually not.

That's Odin's Hall of Valor.

Although this thing is also made with Titan black technology, it is not developed for cross-stellar flight after all, so it must be carried by the Draenei spacecraft to bring it into Argus and be used as a mobile base camp for the anti-magic coalition.

According to the pre-war plan for this battle, after the three ships arrived at Argus and dropped the first batch of legions and beacons, they could not stay. After reuniting with the energy ship that went to rescue the Titan Soul, they had to immediately return to Draenor for the second round. Second batch of shipments.

This rotation is continued until a total of seven transportations are completed, and all the 150,000 troops currently assembled in Draenor and Azeroth are sent to Argus.

At this point, the number is nothing remarkable.

At the time of the decisive battle between humans and orcs in the Burning Plains, the number of people exceeded 200,000.

But considering the nature of this battle, these warriors from all races who can be selected for the expedition to Argus are all brave people who can be selected from a hundred.

The orc high-ranking sergeant, the elf huntress hunting captain, the dwarf tank commander and the human sergeant chief, as well as the troll headhunter centurion are all basic combat units in this army!

The requirements for selecting fighters in various countries are so strict that even the civil servants in charge of logistics need to knock over an adult black bear with their bare hands in a one-on-one situation to be eligible for selection.

This kind of power is not necessary to demonstrate the military might of Azeroth, but mainly because only this kind of combat power can ensure their basic safety when traveling through the world of Argus.

Once the real war begins, precious combat power cannot be sent to protect these civil servants.

And now, in a frantic atmosphere where the war-filled army is ready to land and kill people at any time, the commanders of this fleet are having a meeting in the command module of the Exodar.

The leader, Viren, said with a serious face to the big shots sitting in a circle in front of him:

"According to the news and battle plans brought back by the Exodar, Krokuun must have started a war now! The number of demons on that land is a terrifying number, and our advance army must be in a difficult siege. .

We must venture into FTL to speed up!

Arriving even a minute earlier would save a few more people, but it would be bumpy, put more stress on the soldiers, and mean we would lose a day's rest,

We will drop our warriors directly onto the battlefield.

I hope you and your soldiers will be ready. "

Faced with Velen's statement, the big men sitting in a circle had no objection. The status of this group of people was so high that even the Dark Iron Emperor Thaurissan could only stand behind the dwarf commander Muradin, the guardian of the Holy Hammer.

He was so humble that he couldn't even get a seat of his own.

Because sitting next to Muradin is Varian Wrynn, the nominal emperor of mankind, and to Varian Wrynn's left is sitting His Majesty Alonsos Faol, and opposite His Majesty the High Priest of the Moon. Tyrande Windspeaker and her archdruid pet Malfurion Stormrage.

In addition, there are the Dark Prophet Zul who represents the Zandalari Troll Empire, the Gnome King Gelbin Mekkatorque and his Artisan Council think tank, and the Supreme Shieldmaiden Heya who represents the Vrykul clan. And Kael'thas Sunstrider, who represents the black and white elves respectively, and the great astrologer Count Etraeus.

The most peculiar thing is that sitting next to the old cow Kane who is wearing dwarf reading glasses and reading the plan, there is a Naga lady who is incompatible with the others.

Lady Viper Vashj was staring at Kael'thas with an unhappy expression because the Sunstrider Prince had just asked her a very embarrassing question.

About her affair with Lord Dath'Remar Sunstrider ten thousand years ago.

"The warriors are fighting on the front lines, and every death is their supreme contribution to Azeroth. Those precious and respectable lives are disappearing. Compared with them, we just have to bear more pressure and fatigue.

This is simply not worth mentioning! "

His Majesty Faao opened his mouth and said:

“Speed ​​up, the sooner you get there the better!

If we are destined to fight a battle for justice and hope there, then I believe that no one here will be afraid to sacrifice his own blood for our world and our descendants.

Because this is the will of the Holy Light. "

"That's not what the noble Queen told me."

Everyone was nodding, but the thorn-headed Naga moved her head full of snakes and hissed at this serious moment. She said in a vicious tone:

“After hearing that her subjects were going on this expedition, the Supreme Queen was both proud and worried about your performance.

Your Majesty believes that your subjects can have such courage because her light shines into your ignorant hearts. The reason why you can transform into warriors who dare to fight against the devil is because of His Majesty's supreme teachings.

Therefore, in order to commend you for your bravery, your merciful Majesty has specially sent her most powerful, trustworthy and beloved general, me, here.

Your Majesty asks me to watch over the souls of her incompetent subjects.

Don't worry, everyone.

I have brought the Queen's sacred relic, the Soul Box. Your souls will be taken back to Azeroth after your death, and you will join the Queen's court as her new favorites.

You must fight bravely for the glory of the Queen.

Tsk tsk, for those of you with weak legs, this is a good opportunity to reach the sky in one step. "