Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"It's really surprising that they actually won. I didn't expect the old man to win at all. After all, the firepower of the two sides was too different.

As a result, this old sea dog showed me the correct way to fight in an interstellar gang battle.

Tsk tsk, having an old man in the family is like having a treasure. "

On the ground in Port of Hope, Blake held the bloody demon document handed over by Garona in his hand. Together with the orc female assassin, he looked up at the beast falling from the distant sky towards the Antolan wasteland filled with evil magma. Paraxis.

The second half of the demon flagship was completely ablaze due to the explosion of the magic engine, like a torch falling from the sky, and small explosions continued to occur amidst the billowing black smoke.

Those flaming fragments hit the devil's position like a meteor shower, forming a strange scene on this fierce and cruel battlefield.

Naturally, the morale of the anti-demon coalition has been greatly boosted.

The damn spaceships of the demons were all shot down by us. Our coalition forces are truly invincible!

There was no big reaction from the demons.

Probably they had received orders from the top, requiring them to persist in fighting under any circumstances. Therefore, the demons did not choose to withdraw their troops because the flagship crashed. They were still moving towards the enchantment bounded by the Holy Light like a rolling tide of darkness. The shrouded Hope Harbor shouted to kill.

Looking down from the higher area where Blake was located, the battle situation in a small half of the Antolan Wasteland was right before his eyes.

Even if the Iron Legion charges with fearless determination as deep into the demon-controlled area as possible, it is still a drop in the bucket in terms of the overall environment.

In order to achieve a balance of power with the demons in the Antolan Wasteland, based on Black's direct senses, the number of Iron Legions must be tripled at least.

However, the Iron Warriors currently being sent to the Antoran Wasteland are already all the stocks left after Ulduar's Forge of Will's production capacity was fully activated for several months.

Raiden even sent the last batch of mogu stone figurines and sapphire colossi sealed during the Thunder God period to the battlefield.

Azeroth can't produce any more Iron Warriors.

"Sooner or later if we continue to consume like this, we will run out of ammunition and food. We will run out of ammunition and food in a week at most."

The pirate curled his lips, glanced back at the demon information in his hand, handed the bloody letters to Garona, who was also silent, and said to the orc female assassin:

"Take it to Commander Jarod in the Hall of Valor. I'm just a battlefield wanderer now. I'm too lazy to look at this. I'm just going to have some fun."

"Still looking for fun? You'd better go support your subordinates."

Garona complained angrily:

"The local demon assassins are going crazy and attacking everywhere. The elite of the Uncrowned Ones suffered heavy damage. They lost several teams in just an hour.

If Shaw hadn't taken over part of the defense with his men, the assassins you carefully trained would have been wiped out in a few days.

And the Watchers.

I've talked to their wounded before, and my little lover, Ms. Maiev, has been taking them around the demon's terminal dock, and they want to destroy the demon's starship.

But I don’t think this job is reliable.

I don't doubt the combat effectiveness of the Watchers, but there are too few of them. It's not enough for one person to blow up a ship. What's more, the number of demons at the terminal dock is simply ridiculous!

That was a fatal mission.

You'd better get them back. "

"Isn't it more powerful for dead people to be resurrected as undead assassins? For the spirit of my wolf pack, a body that hurts and bleeds is just a drag."

The pirate said casually:

"As for the watchers, they are even less likely to listen to me and return to the camp honestly after they have chosen their target. Those who dare to come here are ready to die in battle. Their only fear is that their death will be worthless.

Open your eyes and look, Garona!

This is a war that belongs to everyone. Even I have no right to interfere with the changes that my followers with lofty ideals are using their hands to bring about.

What they pursue is the realization of their ideals and self-creation.

As the second-in-command, you haven't understood this yet. It seems that you need a 'special training' for the Uncrowned. "

Garona expressed disdain for such crazy claims. She picked up the documents she had received and prepared to go to the Hall of Valor. When she left, Blake, who was playing with the poisonous dog fangs, suddenly asked:

"Where is Kargath now? That guy thought I couldn't smell him if he hid in the spaceship and came to Argus. He was really stupid."

"he"

Garona hesitated and whispered:

"Chief Bladefist took his last group of tortured followers to Antorus Fortress. He said that Grom's old dog had robbed him of his fun, and he was going to find more fun."

"What the hell! That bastard is going to die there, and I have to go collect his body!"

Black scolded:

"If you want to be cannon fodder, you have to find a suitable battlefield, right? Is he going to die right under Kil'jaeden's nose? Hey, Rexxar! The paladins have gone to the mountains, so you can take the rangers and follow them. .”

The stinky pirate cursed a few times, then turned to Rexxa, who had just returned from hunting with Misha's big bear, and shouted:

"I suddenly thought that evil dogs are classified as wild beasts. Maybe you can find a way to tame them. This kind of thing is simply impossible for other hunters.

But maybe you can find a way. "

"Well, I'll try it."

The silent Rexxar did not refuse this request. He quickly set off on a bipedal flying dragon. Blake also gave up the idea of ​​going out for hunting and followed Garona to the Hall of Valor through the miniature version of the Gate of Heroes.

It happened that he came here. Several commanders headed by Jarod were having a meeting here.

In the Hall of Heroes, which Odin had used to test the warriors, a huge sand table was placed in front of the commanders, with the terrain of the entire Antolan Wasteland outlined in military-grade standards.

The two injured lightcasters with small hooves held putters and followed the commanders' war deductions, constantly placing the black flags representing the devil and the various flags representing the anti-demon coalition back and forth.

Although His Majesty Fa'ao is not a military commander, seeing the frown on his face, you can tell that the deduction he just watched put him under great pressure.

"There is no other way!"

When Blake and Garona walked into the temporary command hall, they heard the low and tired voice of the orc commander Eitrigg.

This old orc, who had not had a good rest for several days, was unshaven. He stared at the trend of the sand table in front of him, where he failed again and was surrounded by demons, and said:

"We have tried more than thirty times, and the best result was to kill half of the demons' troops with the help of the Life Titan. It is impossible to penetrate the demons' defense line head-on.

There are so many of them! "

"In the past, I would have ridiculed you mercilessly, pathetic greenskin."

Next to Eitrigg, General Danath Trollbane, who is recognized as the best contemporary commander of mankind, also rubbed his red eyes. He drank a glass of wine and sighed:

"But this time I have to admit that you are right. Even if we try our best to exaggerate our advantages and minimize the devils' chances of winning, and even if we include the power of the dangerous insect swarm, we still can't Massively traverse the Antoran Wasteland with the power at hand.

The demons have been here for tens of thousands of years. They have built this land into a fortress that is impossible to fall. If you choose to hold on,

We may be able to hold on for a while before the Iron Legion is consumed, but we are not here to hold on to this poor place.

We want to win! "

As the commander-in-chief of the anti-magic coalition, Jarod Shadowsong rubbed his chin and stared at the sand table in front of him. It could be seen that Jarod was also under a lot of pressure.

His eyes were bloodshot.

He is really trying hard to find a chance to win from the extremely bad battle situation in front of him, but unfortunately, he has not found it yet.

"The only option left is decapitation."

Eitrigg yawned, grabbed the Goblin Coke next to him, held his nose and drank it, using this disgusting liquid to keep himself awake.

The old orc pointed his finger at the mountains behind the Antolan Wasteland and the symbol of the Burning Throne made of flame stone, and he said hoarsely:

"Leave a large force to attract the crazy offensive of the demons, and at the same time send the most elite and most fearless warriors into the heart of the demon territory under the leadership of a commander.

Save the Titan Soul and leave this world before the demon strangles us to death.

This will definitely require great sacrifice, but it is our only way. "

"That's easy for you to say."

General Danas, rubbing his head, said to the green-skinned warlord:

"Without the impact of the Iron Legion, letting mortal warriors challenge the Burning Legion's most elite demon defenders would simply be a recipe for death. However, the Iron Legion cannot move quickly. How to send them to Antorus without alarming the demons is a big problem. question.

There are also troops sent to behead people. How many people are suitable?

It’s useless without people. "

"Isn't the Ashes Expedition prepared for such an operation?"

Eitrigg retorted:

"That's a sharp-sword army composed of the most valiant warriors from all races we can find. If even they can't accomplish this kind of thing, letting others go will just lead to death."

"Ah, I have a little opinion on this issue."

Seeing the human and orc commanders arguing, and Jarod being unable to make a decision, Black rolled his eyes and said:

"My ship just shot down a demon starship. This fully proves the power of the Evil in this World. I can be responsible for sending your warriors to Antorus and the Burning Throne.

That ship was just big enough to transport an army.

As for the Iron Legion, don't even think about it. They are too heavy and there is no point in sending them there. In addition, I can think of ways to cause trouble for the legion when you launch a raid. "

Blake held his pipe in his mouth, blew out a burning smoke ring, and said:

"I can try to paralyze their command center. Don't look at me like that. I won't tell you what I'm going to do, but just believe that I can do it."

"In this case."

Jarod narrowed his eyes, looked at each other with his two lieutenants, and said:

“Then the success rate of beheading operations is very high.

Especially with the assistance of the Living Titan, we retreat immediately after rescuing the Titan Soul, and then use the Iron Legion's advantage of not fearing death to cover the remaining troops' evacuation from the Antoran Wasteland, and place the subsequent battlefield at Mac'Aree. It serves as the front line against the Legion.

It is not a good idea to confront the Legion for a long time in a place like the Antoran Wasteland.

They are so vicious even when they lose contact with other Burning Legion troops. Once the demons dragged to other star fields come to their aid, there will be no need to fight this battle. "

Shadow Song coughed twice and said to everyone in the hall:

"time!

We cannot ignore this important factor. Time is on the side of the demons. The longer it takes, the worse it will be for us. Regardless of whether we want to carry out a beheading raid or not, the follow-up strategy must be formulated within today!

However, there is still a very important interference factor that needs to be eliminated before the beheading operation can be carried out! "

Jarod's fingers moved to a strange broken border in the Antolan Wasteland. He pointed there and said:

"The Starfleet Force of the Burning Legion, I don't know why the Deceiver hasn't used this force, but it's clearly a trump card in the demons' hand.

Once their starships take off, ground bombardment alone will be enough to annihilate our entire army here.

The Iron Legion has no way to deal with the air. I asked some professionals and they told me that the advantages brought by this technology cannot be offset by courage and will.

If we can't destroy the starship, we'll be seeking death no matter what we do. "

After saying that, Jarod's eyes fell on Blake.

Not only Jarod, but everyone in the hall looked at Black at this moment, including Garona.

This kind of look is very familiar to the pirates and they don't like it. It means that these bastards are expecting his dark wisdom to show off when they encounter trouble.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Blake blew out smoke rings in displeasure, drew out the Salameni sword, waved it in his hand, and said:

"Do you expect me to use this sword and my beast-like state of mind to help you explode the dozens of spaceships in the dock one by one? Do you have any misunderstandings about my strength?"

"You can do it, brother-in-law."

Jarod winked and said:

"Although I don't know what you are going to do, I believe that nothing in this world can stop you."

"Yeah, Blake."

Pope Faou also spoke at this time and said:

"The soldiers have done their best, and Velen has gone to follow your request. Mykare is always ready to dedicate himself to this great cause. The Titan Guardians went to the battlefield in person, and even the priests under my command began to use their staffs to go there. Fight demons.

If necessary, it would be no big deal to leave my old bones in this dark place.

But our efforts are limited after all. If we want to shake our fate, we have to leave it to professionals. It's already this time. If you really have a way, stop hiding it.

we need you.

We need you more than ever to perform another miracle in the dark. "

"I'm really impressed by you!"

People have talked about this, and judging from the appearance of the old pope, if the pirates asked him to lick his shoes in exchange for his help, Fao would probably do it without hesitation.

Even the pirates would find it difficult to say no in this situation.

He snorted, glared hard at Jarod who was looking for him something to do, and winked at Garona beside him. The orc female assassin immediately exited the hall to summon the Uncrowded and the Secret Path who were still able to move. of hunters.

When Garona walked out of the Hall of Heroes, she encountered Daelin and Varian, who were covered in gunpowder smoke and walked towards them laughing. When they saw Varian, the orc assassin's expression changed slightly.

Varian's eyes also fell on Garona.

"It's you?"

The young emperor's hand fell on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and there was a sharp look in his gentle eyes. It was the female orc in front of him who assassinated his father.

He witnessed that scene with his own eyes.

His father was bleeding on the throne, and the whole palace was in chaos.

"it's me."

Garona gritted her teeth, straightened her back and said to Varian:

"I don't want to beg for your forgiveness, Emperor, but I am on an important mission right now. If you want blood for blood, I will go to Stormwind myself after the war is over."

The light in Varian's eyes jumped for a moment, then he released the hilt of the sword and asked:

"Garona, tell me, do you hate demons?"

The orc woman didn't answer.

Just touching her dagger that still contained demonic blood, she thought this represented everything.

"Then you don't have to come to Stormwind City. There are many people there who want you dead."

Varian said coldly:

"If you survive after the war, go to Northrend and see my father. If he forgives you then I have nothing to say."

After saying that, the emperor and Dai Lin strode towards the Hall of Heroes in front of them.

As he passed Garona, Varian whispered:

"Be careful on the road, there are more and more demons on the ground, warrior."