Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Are the demons having a brain convulsion?"

At the edge of the upper deck of the Evil of the World, the idiot Finna grabbed the telescope and looked at the burning continent that had experienced the wasteland of Antolan. She complained to her stinky brother beside her:

“We sailed on the magma sea for five whole days!

Not a single demon starship came to attack us. Except for some stupid demon sea beasts who provoked from the magma, we didn't see a single hair of the official legion demons!

Brother, do you think they are ready to surrender? "

"Surrender? You really dare to think about it."

Little Xingxing, who was sitting on the other side and was writing and drawing in his diary with his legs crossed, raised his head and sarcastically said to Fenna:

"Why don't you want something better? Maybe the most brutal demons in the stars have been scared to death by us mortals and packed up their gear and ran away overnight?

Maybe when we arrive in the Antoran Wasteland, what we will see is an empty land. The demons abandoned their base camp among the stars and ran away howling. "

"Well, maybe they will also put up a banner that says, 'Welcome the God of Courage, Ms. Finna Golden Sword, to the Antolan Wasteland for inspection and guidance.'"

The stinky pirate sitting on the edge of the deck with his legs crossed also gave a timely "assist", which made Nagfar, who was watching the little star writing in the diary beside his father, also cover his mouth and laugh.

She felt that her "aunt" Fenner was really cute and silly sometimes.

I really don’t know if she did it on purpose or if she was just such a naturally stupid person.

"You guys, just laugh at me, but I will always make the devil surrender to me, hum, let's wait and see!"

Fenner is also a warrior and is not afraid of boiling water.

She didn't care at all about the two bad guys teasing her, she just grabbed the Titan iron whetstone in her hand and sharpened the Elf blade in her hand.

Judging from the way she was gnashing her teeth, she must have mistaken the sword in her hand for Black or Little Star, and maybe she was still drawing a circle in her mind to curse them.

Speaking of which, the sword in Fenner's hand is amazing.

This is a new weapon that Muradin forged just yesterday, using the broken spear that Odin used to stab Aggramar.

The thing was melted into shape by the fallen titan, but it was still forged into an exquisite one-handed sword under Muradin's excellent forging skills.

According to Fenner's request, the phoenix emblem and the golden sword family emblem were specially placed on the hilt to refer to her identity.

This sword is stained with the blood of the Titans, so it has endless power. It is somewhat similar to the Supreme Blade in Illidan's hand. However, Fenner needs to hold it and complete countless battles before it can truly undergo a qualitative change.

As for the other valuable weapons that the idiot warrior has collected since his debut, they have been temporarily lent to other warriors of the "Ashes Expeditionary Force" that was gathered.

There was no way around it. Although Zella's body was very big, no matter how sparingly the remaining Naaru Crystals were used, there was really no way to equip everyone with a "monkey version" of Ashbringer.

And this reconnaissance assault with the head in the waistband is too dangerous. If the guy goes to the battlefield without taking advantage of it, the ending will be tragic.

"Don't think too much, there are definitely enough demons for you to kill."

Blake picked up the bottle and took a sip. He looked at the dark and continuous burning land in front of him and said:

"The reason why the fraudster doesn't take the initiative to attack is very simple. Like us, it is pursuing a decisive battle that determines the outcome. It also has enough reasons to give us time to assemble our troops.

Once we, the high-quality rebels of Azeroth, are buried here at once, then there will only be an army of death and half-broken dragons left in our world to stop the devil.

Rounding it off equals giving it away.

Although the battlefield has changed, its inner nature has not changed at all. The next war will directly determine the fate of Azeroth, we know this.

Fraudsters know this too.

The demon army of Argus has an absolute advantage in terms of numbers, and this is the holy land of evil energy. They also have a fallen titan that is about to be born and a titan that has rushed back from the stars to help out.

If I were it, I wouldn't be in a hurry. "

"Wow, hearing you say that, I'm starting to think our hope is slim."

Fenna rolled her eyes and put the elf sword in her hand in front of her eyes to look at it carefully. She was very satisfied with the sharpness and power of the sword, so she whistled and put the blade back into the scabbard.

He patted the dust on his knees again, stood up and said:

"If we really want to follow this comparison, then we shouldn't come to Argus. Now that we have come, it is meaningless to compare our strength on paper. I said, I was beaten severely by Aggramar last time. I feel Very unhappy.

This time I must fight that damn Titan properly, and at least poke a few holes in him! "

"There will be a chance."

The pirate waved his hand and said:

"Be patient, you will have everything you want. How about this, after we land, you will be the vanguard? While you are warming up, go and meet Illidan and Maiev's troops.

I heard that they have seized the ruins of an abandoned port there, which can be used as a home port for us. "

"Ha, you still understand me, little bratty brother."

Fenna immediately became happy when she heard this. She reached out and patted Blake on the head and said:

"Then I'll go get ready. Hey, little Xingxing, come here too. I'll need your breath to help clear the way later."

"I dont go!"

Little Xingxing twisted his neck and shouted:

"I haven't recovered from the injury I suffered last time. Don't even think about dragging me to risk my life with you. My life is very precious! Oh, alas! You violent muscular woman, let me go! Don't pull your head, it hurts. It hurts!

open!

Bite you! "

There is always someone who can treat the lazy little star, and Fenner will not coddle her like Blake.

She roughly grabbed the stupid blue dragon by the neck and dragged her toward the cabin. Little Xingxing screamed and struggled, but she couldn't resist the brute force of the demigod warrior.

"Blake! Are you watching over there? Please help!"

The Blue Dragon Princess shouted Pirate Chip's name, but the pirate pretended to be windy and didn't hear her at all while clasping his ears. The deck was quiet until Fenner dragged Little Star into the elevator.

Blake curled his lips and glanced at the upper deck runway behind him.

The mechanical dwarf technicians are busy pushing the dwarf aircraft enhanced by the Crown of the Governor to the predetermined position, and the ace pilots selected by various races also begin to board the fighter planes they want to fly.

Several flight cabins on the lower deck have been opened, and the gryphon flight teams of the Wildhammer dwarves are taking off one after another. The hippogryphs of the elves, the dragon eagles, and the pterodactyls of the trolls are also taking off noisily. Rotating back and forth around the evil trumpet of this world.

These birds of prey are certainly no match for the daemon starships, but they and their riders are useful against ground daemons and for reconnaissance.

Moreover, after Krokuun was strengthened by the breath of the Life Titan, the size and strength of these magical raptors also increased, and they were finally no longer a group of cannon fodder.

"If the dragon army comes too, we will have an advantage in the air."

Behind the pirate, Sephiel pushed his hair in the evil wind and sighed:

"It's a pity that the power of the Aspect Dragons will be greatly reduced if they leave Azeroth. They can only stay in our hometown to set up defenses. Captain, tell me, after this battle, how many of the warriors who set foot on Argus can return to their hometown?" Woolen cloth?"

"If you have to ask, then I will tell you, everything!"

Blake grinned, patted Princess Mononoke's head lying on his lap, and said:

“Isn’t this why I called my precious daughter here?

The ghost ship hull of the Nagfar is installed in the warehouse of the Evil in this World. As long as those warriors do not die too far away, their souls will be 'caught' by the ghost ship.

The death knights of the Black Crow Chapter are also gearing up.

After this battle, the Black Crow Chapter will have at least three more subordinate legions. This is the power of the death force. Only in war will it appear so 'cute'.

As for air power I'm not worried about that at all. "

Seeing that he was about to approach the coast of the Antolan Wasteland, the pirate stood up and whistled while his wife and daughter watched, and the bomb bay at the bottom of the World's Evil slowly opened.

Gray stone statues were thrown into the magma pool below like a tidal wave of bombs. The anima stone statues carved into gargoyles moved their bodies and flapped their wings in the air and came to life.

Under the leadership of Black's 1,200 Stoneborn Guards, they turned into a black storm and rushed towards the dark sky of Antolan Wasteland.

These stonemason brotherhood and the old masons of Pandaria risked their lives to carve out the Stoneborn Familia who were ordinary in all aspects, but they were numerous and not afraid of fighting.

They are the main force in the air that Black has prepared for this battle.

The pirate stood on the edge of the deck and yelled at the top of his lungs to General Karl, who appeared from the air and rode behind the blind hunter Howling Wings, looking lazy and unresponsive:

"Hey! Stop fishing and take your stone descendants to fight! Catch all the winged demons in the sky and kill them! All the anima captured in this battle belongs to you!

I don't want any!

How much you can take is up to you, my dear general. "

"Ha! This is what you said, stingy pirate."

General Karl suddenly became energetic when he heard this. She was eager to shout to Black:

"No regrets!"

After saying that, the stone-born general, who was aroused by the generous reward and wanted to hunt, was about to enter the battlefield to give the demons a good look, but then she heard Black shout to her:

"Don't worry, send a sealed letter to those 'invisible visitors' for me. I need them to send someone to see me."

"Let's talk about it when we meet."

General Karl replied casually, and then roared and led his stone assassins to rush towards the magic bats flying out of the wasteland ahead.

One after another, dwarf aircraft also took off from the deck of the space carrier. The crystal floating cannons around the ship were also activated. A large number of soldiers rushed out of the cabin and began to control the edge of the deck under the command of the mechanical dwarf sailors. The rapid-fire artillery began to hit aerial targets that made people excited.

The landing on the Antolan Wasteland has begun, and the demons will not allow these alien barbarians to set foot on their territory so easily.

Fortunately, the soldiers had no intention of asking their opinions.

I'm here!

No matter how angry you devil is, you have to endure it!

If you have the ability, go through the blockade of Stone Hunters and Sky Cavalry, and then break through the attack of the floating cannon and the deadly barrage of artillery fire, come and beat me!

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"The coordinates of the Evil in this World have entered the Antolan Wasteland airspace! The storm beacon is ready to be launched, and the space parameters are calibrated for the last time!"

In Ulduar, the place of creation in Azeroth, in the main control room of the Wisdom Spark, the crazy Wisdom Guardian Mimiron personally controls a super giant Titan console, on the optical projection in front of the round-headed mechanical dwarf. There is a green coordinate point entering a red war zone.

That was the message sent back by the watch he told Blake to wear at all times.

At this time, on the large platform in the front hall of Ulduar, hundreds of thousands of Iron Legions were ready for time and space teleportation.

A series of black storm beacons have been woven into a path that can travel through the stars. Just waiting for Mimiron's order, these fearless warriors will plunge into their own place of glory.

They were born to serve the mission of the Titans. Compared with the time when they were bewitched by Loken to destroy the order of the world, the current battle towards death makes them feel the meaning of their existence more.

Maybe he would be crushed by the firepower of demons as soon as he passed, but at least he would die in a meaningful war.

"Mechagon! Come here quickly, I need you to help me stabilize the transmission frequency, help me keep an eye on the energy output of the Scepter of Sargeras, and notify me immediately if there is any fluctuation in that thing."

Mimiron waved the wrench and screamed:

"This devil's crap is unreliable. If you give me a little more time, I can make our own teleportation scepter. It's a pity. We don't have that much time."

"'Mechanical Magus' Mechagon is in position!"

The will program of King Mechagon, the former mad king and now the guardian assistant, quickly entered the main console from the computing machine next to it, and it quickly took over several programs controlled by Mimiron.

But the next second, the Guardian of Wisdom’s wrench hit the console hard, and he screamed:

"Mechagon! Don't think that I don't know that you are secretly trying to remotely open the special ammunition depot of the World of Evil! Now is not the time! Put away your crazy desire for destruction.

Ugh, I really should take some time to recalibrate your thinking. "

"After my precise calculations, their chances of winning are infinitely close to 0%!"

Mechagon retorted:

"Unless they. Huh? The defense facilities of Ulduar's city wall were attacked? Something from the periphery rushed into the Land of Creation! It was very fast! The energy fluctuations were huge!

It smells of corrosion and pollution!

Damn it!

I see it, it's Deathwing!

It is attacking the land of creation! "

"What? At this time? Damn it!"

Mimiron screamed and hugged his head, but the next second it snorted, folded its arms and screamed:

"Ha, now that it's here, let it taste my 'ultimate battle weapon'! Before the duel with that nasty and cunning demon engineer Kingaros, I will use the blood of Deathwing to paint my final machine with victory. So red!

Hahahaha, come on!

Embrace the glory of battle! "

"Don't go crazy, Lord Mimiron!"

Mechagon, who was about to go crazy just now, hurriedly persuaded:

"Business matters! The storm beacons are starting to be dropped over there, and we need to transport our troops there immediately! You have to operate this process manually."

"But what about Deathwing?"

The Guardian of Wisdom waved his wrench and shouted:

"It's meant to cause the destruction of the world. This bastard must be here for Ulduar's continental shelf collapse program. Damn it! I should have listened to Leiden and destroyed that program before."

"Continue teleporting!"

Just when Mimiron and his assistant were facing a dilemma, a cold and arrogant voice suddenly sounded in what was supposed to be the highest level of confidentiality in the laboratory.

The person who came came with an air of supreme nobility and gave instructions as if issuing an order:

"My brave subjects are spreading glory to their queen on the alien planet, and the cowardly and shameful dragon madman actually wants to destroy this supreme victory for me.

What a shame!

Sad crazy guardians, continue your work.

My beloved minister Blake, who made me sad, asked me to guard this place of creation that had lost its glory before he left. His betrayal and rudeness disgusted me, but as a minister, my request will not be ignored by a kind and wise ruler.

Isn't it Deathwing?

You are the guardians, behave decently! "

The arrogant voice scolded:

"Now! Send out my army, which is so powerful that it can make the stars tremble! Give those demons a good look and let them use their killing to convey a message to the dark god of the Burning Legion!

I!

Azshara!

I am looking forward to my second meeting with Lord Sargeras. I have many things to say to that ruthless man. "