Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Quick, quick, follow up! Everyone, bring kerosene and torches! Don't fall behind, and don't run around."

In the afternoon of the next day, the old sheriff of Amber Pine Town was riding a horse, leading all the men in the town towards the Gray and White Hills.

He was fully armed, with a shotgun slung behind his back and a war hammer in his horse pocket. He would also shout over his shoulder from time to time to prevent any unlucky ones from getting separated from the large army in the forest.

The farmers and hunters who had been summoned talked in low voices and complained.

But they dare not curse out loud.

Because it wasn't just them who were summoned on short notice.

The Gilneans from Silverstream Town and Blue Sky Lumber Camp were also summoned, and all the armies of Lordaeron and Gilneas stationed in the colonies were dispatched.

The troopers moved back and forth through the forest, looking for more people to help.

These farmers also escorted all the carriages in the town, which were filled with kerosene and collected firewood.

They didn't know what happened to the usually peaceful Grizzly Hills, and they didn't dare to ask, so they could only follow the Sheriff forward.

While walking, some sharp-eyed hunters discovered the strange "traveler".

"It's the Ursine! The Raging Claw Ursine from over there in the snowy mountains!"

They exclaimed, causing some farmers who had little experience to stand up from their carriages and look around not far away. Sure enough, it was a bear. The white bears and the gray bears were also lining up to go to the gray hills.

Each of them was dragging large bundles of wood behind them, and some werebears were leading moose-like beasts loaded with straw for fire.

The bears remained silent.

They also saw humans, but did not take the initiative to come forward to contact them. However, the destination of the two was the same, under the surprisingly large tree stump in the Gray Hill.

Ten minutes later, the humans from Pinewood Town arrived here. The army had already set up a small camp here, and then they received strange orders.

"People of the Holy Light! Place all the firewood and fire oil you have brought around Vordrassil, and do not rush into the giant tree. There are terrible evil things there.

Today we will burn the remnants of this evil god and bring peace to the Grizzly Hills. "

An old priest wearing the robe of the Holy Light Church was holding a staff and speaking to a group of farmers. Holy Light priests were not uncommon in the colony. They were important pillars of faith in the colony.

But high-level priests like this old priest are rarely seen in places far away from their homeland.

Holy light, look at the holy symbol on his chest, this is a bishop!

A group of loyal believers of the Holy Light immediately came forward and asked for the bishop's blessing. The old priest looked serious and promised that after dedicating himself to the Holy Light, he would go to Pinewood Town and hold a grand holy water baptism.

Only then did this group of tough and barbaric colonial men be appeased.

Under the command of the bishop, a group of farmers and hunters no longer complained about it. They happily carried firewood down to the huge tree stump and poured kerosene on it.

Strangely, the bears who do not believe in the Holy Light are doing the same thing.

And some attentive people also noticed the serious expressions of the surprisingly large number of Holy Light priests in the camp, as well as the vigilance of the army commanders as if they were facing a powerful enemy.

Think again of the "remains of the evil god" mentioned by the old priest before.

Hiss, this thing seems to have become weird all of a sudden, which really makes people dare not think more about it.

These smart people exchanged glances with each other and moved quickly. They just wanted to finish the work and go home quickly. It would be best to read the scriptures for a while tonight and pray for the blessing of the Holy Light.

I just don’t know if it’s too late to buy a ferry ticket back to the Eastern Continent.

But the truth is far beyond what these ordinary people think.

The respected Bishop of the Northland Colony, who was just teleported from the Borean Tundra three hours ago, is not qualified to set foot in Wodassil, and can only preside over the preparations for the "Purification Ceremony" on the periphery.

In the huge hollow tree trunk of Vordrassil at this time, the traces of last night's battle at Greymaw Castle were still there, and the corpses of fallen bearmen were hung around the spiral tree ring.

There are also large seas of blood on the ground, as well as a third of the surface that has been frozen and hundreds of fallen bear-men frozen in it.

At the upper level of the tree ring, close to the outside, where the air was still fresh, Blake was talking to the great knight Dathrohan who had rushed from the headquarters of the Holy Light Church in the Eastern Continent.

"It is impossible to completely burn Vordrassil.

Four thousand years of time, coupled with the natural magic power of this tree, have made its bark nearly ten meters thick, and it has turned into a stone-like substance.

Not to mention the flames, even if you bring in a dwarf artillery, don't even think about destroying it at all. "

The pirate leaned against a bear-man hut, reached out and stroked the head of the little murloc on his shoulder who was pretending to be a good boy, and said to the silent knight who was holding the warhammer in front of him and looking down at the entire Greythroat Castle:

"The best way now is to use fire to clean up the existing corrupt forces here.

Flames purify everything, and that's not just talk. Although the flames born in nature have no magic power, they are definitely enough to burn away weak dark things.

After the void remnants here are cleared, if you are free, you can send some high-level priests to help the local bears dig underground inch by inch.

As long as Vordrassil's dead roots deep underground can be pulled out and burned, the Ursine city will be free from the influence of the void forever. "

"Well, I will convey your suggestion to His Holiness the Pope."

Dathrohan still had the boring gourd temperament, speaking briefly and forcefully. He glanced at Graymaw Castle below and said:

"You just said that this Nightmare Tree was planted by the Druids? Aren't those Druids responsible for such a big thing happening here? Thousands of werebears were contaminated. Once they break out of Greythaw Castle, The local humans are doomed.

If you weren't here to stop all this, I can't even imagine the consequences after the disaster broke out. "

"It's actually not as serious as you think."

Blake snapped his fingers and said:

"The local Raging Claw tribe will not allow the fallen bearmen to go on a killing spree. My participation in it was just a coincidence. As for you saying that the druids are irresponsible.

If you think about it carefully, you can't put this blame on their heads.

The druids exerted natural magic on Vordrassil, ensuring peace here for four thousand and five hundred years. They have tried their best to make up for it.

That tree suddenly sprouted and grew more than ten years ago, something no one expected. "

"Well, that's true."

Dathrohan nodded and asked again:

"Can bears communicate?"

"Okay, but I think what you want to ask is, can bears believe in the Holy Light?"

The pirate glanced at the preaching-addicted knight and said:

"I believe in Ursoc and Ursol. Let's not talk about Ursoc, but Ursol is still sleeping in the Emerald Dream.

The Wild Demigod is at the same level of power as the Naaru. Well, you don't need to know what the Naaru is. In short, I don't think your mission can be successful.

But give it a try, maybe there will be a surprise? The Ursine Fury Paladin uses beasts to naturally fight against the power of the Holy Light, which sounds exciting.

Also, is it true that the Pope can’t come to Grizzly Hills? "

"The situation in northern Xinjiang has been a bit tricky recently."

Dathrohan shook his head and said:

"The pope needs to be there, he can't just leave.

Also, I know that everything about the void is a priority, but try not to deliver the message at midnight next time. After all, the Pope is old and he needs to take care of his body.

The message you sent last night kept the Pope awake all night.

In addition, next time you send a messenger to be more low-key. A blue dragon shouting "The Evil God is coming" suddenly appears in the Holy Light's Hope Chapel. It will scare many people, and keeping it secret is also a big problem. "

Blake shrugged.

Judging from his appearance, it was obvious that he had no intention of changing his style, which made the knight helpless for a while. He then asked:

"You must invite the Pope over. Is there something important?"

"Well, it's very important."

Blake glanced at the square stone warhammer in Dathrohan's hand and said:

"But it is actually possible to have this thing. Using your power of holy light to drive a holy artifact should be barely enough to complete the purification ceremony of a demigod.

Yes, you heard it right.

I have come to you to purify a demigod.

It's Ursoc, the bear people's god.

It was resurrected in the wrong way by these fallen Ursines, and is now corrupted by the torment of the void. If we don't hurry up, when Ursoc completely falls into the void, all of Northrend will be doomed.

Although it does not have the power of Deathwing over the earth and cannot cause world-destroying events, what a crazy demigod can do is far beyond what you and I can imagine.

Once it rushes into the cage of the Ancient God and destroys the already overwhelmed defense there, woah, the crisis of annihilation will be in the next moment. "

"Why didn't you make this clear earlier!"

Everyone in Dathrohan was stunned.

After hearing this situation, he immediately yelled:

"For such a big thing, no wonder you want to ask the Pope to step in and let your obscure blue dragon open the door. I will go back to the Eastern Continent and invite the Pope to bring all the high knights and high-level priests over."

"Don't worry, things aren't that bad."

Black grabbed Dathrohan's gauntlet and said:

"You alone are enough, believe me. There is a problem with Ursoc's resurrection. Its current strength is far less than that of a demigod. I don't even need you to come forward to fight.

I just need you to hold the Silver Hand and purify its void-tainted corpse after I finish the battle. Okay, the situation is urgent, let’s quickly instruct the priests to do their work.

Burn this place down soon.

I'll be waiting for you in Ursoc's Lair, north of the Grizzly Hills on the border with Zul'Drak.

Come alone, don't bring anyone else.

There is only one artifact, but it cannot protect too many people. This kind of thing has always been more troublesome when there are more people. "

After saying that, the pirate's figure disappeared from the paladin's eyes.

The great knight raised a brow on his face under his helmet.

This pirate's stealth skills are getting better and better. When they met before, he could still sense it even though he was hidden in the shadows. Now he can't sense any waves at all.

The aura was completely obscured, as if it had been erased from the material world. In terms of shadow skills alone, it was even more powerful than the several assassin masters the knight had seen.

He shook his head, not thinking about it. Looking down from this height, the tragic scene in Gray Maw Castle made the knight who had been fighting all his life stunned.

There are at least several thousand fallen bears here. Although some of them collapsed after the Nightmare Tree was burned and fled under the cover of night, the number of bears who died here is also an exaggerated number.

Their stinky blood almost turned the entire Greymaw Keep into a hell.

These were all scenes caused by Blake last night. Although there was a blue dragon to help him, and there were suspected alien warriors and demons involved, the number of people would definitely not exceed ten people.

"To what extent has his power grown now? Is he a legend? It doesn't really seem like it. But to be able to possess such combat power before he reaches the level of a legend, Black Shaw's future is limitless.

Even people dare not think about it.

Fortunately, he is still on the side of the Holy Light. "

With this thought in mind, the great knight put the holy war hammer on his shoulder. Wearing heavy armor, he took a step forward and jumped hundreds of meters below, just like jumping off a pit. Go down.

He kept accelerating through the air.

The blue cloak behind him rustled in the wind, like a falling meteorite.

As the violent ground got closer and closer, the great knight's observation of the tragic battlefield below became clearer. When he was only ten meters away from the ground, Dathrohan was surrounded by a bright golden holy light.

The power from faith exerted itself around him, forming an eggshell-like divine protection.

"boom"

Dathrohan landed safely, and the powerful impact left a large scratch on the ground. His body dwarfed downwards, and then he lost his strength and straightened up again.

The impact shattered the blue ice wall that remained here, and also shattered the ice sculpture-like bear-men.

He stood alone in this dark place, striding forward in the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, following the guidance of the holy light, and arrived in front of a large group of ashes.

The knight half-knelt there, stretched out his gauntlet with holy light, and pushed away the ashes.

This should be where the Nightmare Tree exists. Black said that the tree was burned to ashes, but the Grand Knight didn't think so. The amount of ashes here was obviously insufficient.

It was probably the pirates who took away the branches of the nightmare tree.

But the Great Knight did not dwell too much on this issue.

He scattered the ashes in his hands, stood up, and in this darkness, sprinkled a ball of golden flame on the fallen corpse at his feet. Like a pyromaniac, he burned and purified the remains of miserable creatures that exuded depravity and had hideous faces.

"Poor aliens, may the Holy Light bless your souls."

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On the way to Ursoc's Lair, Little Star, riding a moose, complained loudly to Black:

"I am a noble blue dragon and a lady. Next time you ask me to help you carry wood, I will be really angry! After flying back and forth all night, I've had enough!

Let all your rotten wood die. "

"That's not some rotten wood, it's the essence wood of the Sky Tree. It's really hard for those fallen bear-men to hide so much, but there's no more that can be found in this world.

It's out of print, do you understand?

Out-of-print items are the most expensive. "

The pirate waved his hand, played with a blackened slender stick in his hand, and said:

"The Nagfar will definitely be satisfied, and it can be evenly distributed to the other two ships, and everyone will be satisfied. You will also be satisfied, and you will only complain about this useless little star.

I guarantee that once you finish this order, you will be satisfied. "