Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"You piece of rubbish! You actually made a sneak attack! Are you still a warrior? Didn't you see that I was about to kill that cow? Don't you dare to compete with me openly?"

Outside the platform of Death, before the last three people who appeared here emerged from the light curtain, two of them roared and struggled with each other.

Odin gave the warriors a divine blessing, allowing them to return to their original state after leaving the arena. Grom roared and punched Dailin.

The admiral dodged his fist and kicked him back with a sneer.

He sarcastically said:

"A person who sold his blood and won a tragic victory has the nerve to shout here? It was you who suggested a big fight. Don't your green-skinned brains understand what a big fight is?"

Do you want me to explain it to you with my fists? "

"Shut up!"

Grom stretched out his hand to grab Gorehowler. With his eyes red, he saw that he was about to have another fight with Dai Lin here. The admiral was not afraid and pulled out half of the command knife with his backhand.

Although Grom, who has no remaining health, is difficult to deal with, he is not so strong that he cannot defeat him.

As long as you recognize this guy's "special mechanism", he is actually not invincible.

"Don't fight!"

Honest Kane waggled his tail and stood between Grom and Dailin. He stretched out his hand to separate the two angry and weak guys, and said seriously:

"You may have endless hatred in the outside world, but we have just defeated a powerful enemy here and learned from each other's strength. Maybe we can't be friends, but at least we can not be enemies before leaving Hades.

There are enough dark things in this world, stop creating artificial conflicts. "

"What's wrong with you?"

Grom glared at Kane, and Dai Lin also said coldly:

"open!"

Obviously, the kind-hearted tauren still cannot understand the grudges between humans and orcs, but Kane does not intend to let go. There is a commotion nearby, and it seems that the Alliance and the Horde are about to start fighting again.

But he had no intention of another brawl.

His battle was over, and after his victory, his heart had flown back to his hometown.

"What's the fuss about?"

Fenna strode over and snatched her angry heart from Dai Lin. She put her hands on her hips and shouted to the people on both sides who were glaring in front of her:

"You don't want the reward? If you go out and fight, no one will care if you kill each other, but I'm still waiting to receive the reward."

"Yes, girl Fenna is right."

The dwarf Muradin also reached out and pulled Daelin's trouser leg. He glared at Grom fiercely and whispered:

"We can wait until we fight and get the rewards. With the Shield of Aggramar in hand, I have the advantage. We can easily bury these greenskins in Stormheim!"

"The dwarf is right."

The gray-haired Jean, who was suppressed by a group of heroic heroes and drank several mouthfuls of herbal soup before he managed to calm down, also said to Dai Lin:

"That thing must be obtained. It is of great significance to the Alliance. Of course, since I have helped you so much, after you get it, I want you to go to Gilneas first.

I think since it is a divine thing, it should also have a suppressive effect on curses and so on, right? "

"coward!"

Grom, who was being pulled by Samuro and Varok, roared:

"You won't be my opponent even if you get that shield! Don't even think about leaving Stormheim. Our battle hasn't been decided yet!"

In such disputes and conflicts, those heroic spirits who survived the battle of Hell gathered around to congratulate the victor Dai Lin.

Although there were some guys who thought Dailin's victory was dishonorable, due to the rules of the Brawl, they had to admit the victory.

There are now less than fifty of the three hundred heroic spirits who broke into Hades, and the Valkyries who led the expedition are even less alive. The good news is that Queen Addisiel, who was shot down by the Nine Martial Gods, is still alive. .

With her wings broken, she was carried to the platform by two heroic spirits on a makeshift stretcher.

Heya is talking to her.

Chief Ulan was also seriously injured, but his contribution was obvious to all. Both orcs and humans expressed their gratitude to him and the Gaoling clan he represented after the war.

It can be said that except for the poor relationship between the Alliance and the tribes, which cannot be repaired through one battle, the outcome of this battle was happy for everyone.

"My warriors! Come together."

The King of War, who had finally satisfied the pleasure of watching the gladiatorial fight, grabbed his lightning spear. He stood outside the half-collapsed Death Platform, calling to the warriors in a giant fighting posture:

"Come here, I have praise for you, and I also have a warning for you."

At his call, a group of warriors strode forward with their heads held high, still in a distinct arrangement. The orcs and humans stood on each side, Varok supported the weak Brox, and Kane also supported the seriously injured Ulan.

The situation on the human side is better, but Lord Crowley and Jean's eyes are red and their bodies are still shaking. It's obviously the werewolf's power trying to break through the cage.

Muradin was a little disgraced, but he was in good spirits.

Dwarves are all big-hearted, and he is thinking about what rewards he can get from the Lord of War.

Finna, who was supporting the Elf Sword Master Salorian, was in the best condition.

She even found time to change into a new set of clothes and put on makeup to hide her red eyes. The upper body is a small hunting vest, the lower body is black breeches and leather boots, and there is a pirate hat on the head. This look is just to make Dai Lin angry.

The Vrykul Heya is neither on the Alliance's side nor on the Horde's side. She is standing with Kane and seems to be discussing something with Kane.

Everyone was here, Odin nodded, and lightly grabbed the sky with his left hand. A Titan heavy shield shining with blue lightning and strong power was suspended in front of everyone's eyes.

This shield, like other Titan creations, is full of a feeling of coexistence of thickness and delicacy.

It is a split structure.

The shield is composed of several parts. Under the traction of the central round energy ball, it forms the shield body, but there are still spaces separated from each other, which looks very magical.

"The Shield of Aggramar, the object of the Titans, the survival of the Pillars of Creation, is the guardian relic of the great Pantheon left in Azeroth."

Odin touched the shield in front of him emotionally and said in a deep voice:

"Those who hold this shield can survive even the end of the world, but defense is not its only strength. The great Aggramar retains his knowledge within it.

It does not reject learning from others.

This is one of the foundations of this world's existence. I have guarded it for more than a million years, but now that responsibility will be passed to mortal warriors.

Time passes too fast, this world no longer belongs to us, but to you.

This is your glory and your mission.

Daelin Proudmoore, come forward! "

The admiral whose name was called took a deep breath. He strode forward, holding the command knife in his hand and straightening his back. He didn't care about the complicated eyes of the people behind him.

"It's yours."

Odin stretched out his finger and gently tapped the hanging Shield of Aggramar, and the heavy shield shining with power fell in front of Dai Lin.

The Admiral reached out and touched the shield.

The moment his fingers touched him, he vaguely saw a giant walking among the stars, wearing a simple armor and carrying a burning broken blade.

Wherever he goes, the ignited and corroded planets are destroyed one after another, while those worlds that still have hope will be defended by his undefeated sword.

Dai Lin is not a sincere believer. Whether it is faith in the Church of Storms or the Church of Holy Light, he is at a level where he only believes in it and makes use of it.

But at this moment, when he saw the great figure of the guardian Aggramar, a kind of worship and the beginning of the birth of faith emerged in his body and mind.

At the moment when Dai Lin's will was about to surrender to the majesty of the gods, the illusion in front of him suddenly changed.

The boundless stars turned into a burning temple, and the majestic figure turned into a burning god standing in the fire. He turned his back to Dai Lin and maintained his posture of standing with a sword.

Full of destruction, depravity and darkness.

Before the illusion dissipated, Dai Lin saw Aggrama's burning eyes in a trance. The moment she looked directly into those eyes, Dai Lin's heart almost stopped.

That.

That's not him.

At least not the Titan warrior Odin said was guarding the order of the stars!

What happened to him?

When Dai Lin woke up, he saw that the Shield of Aggramar had been worn on his right hand. The split shield was closing, and a stream of power poured into his body.

There are also the obscure knowledge and the terrifying swordsmanship that only belongs to the Guardian Titans.

He can learn.

But he doesn't even understand

Obviously, there is a threshold for learning this stuff.

"Your power is not enough to fully activate its power, but the existence of these is enough for you to run rampant in the mortal world."

Odin looked at the dimmed shield, he sighed and said:

"It's just that the Shield of Aggramar is the supreme holy object of order. If your actions deviate from the order, then it will abandon you and punish you.

Holding the Holy Shield is not just a formal oath, Dai Lin, it is also a shackle.

You will understand this later. "

"Thank you for your gift, Lord of War."

The admiral put the holy shield in his hand behind his back and thanked Odin very sincerely.

The Lord of War nodded and motioned for him to retreat.

"Grom Hellscream, Cairne Bloodhoof, come forward!"

The Lord of War summons the other two.

The orc holding the battle ax snorted and glared at Kane viciously. The old cow disapproved. Although the contact was brief, he already fully understood what kind of bastard Grom was.

His bad character is as deeply rooted as his strength.

No wonder even the orcs don't like him.

The two men stepped forward and lined up on Odin's left and right.

The King of War looked at the two warriors in front of him with a look of fondness and regret. Kane was a believer of Mother Earth, and he was destined not to come to the Hall of Valor.

But Grom's soul is determined by Odin!

But the sins in this soul must be washed away first, which is not an easy task.

"I know what you want when you come here for the trial, and I will give you the reward you want."

Odin said in a low tone:

"Kane, during the decisive battle between your tribe and the centaurs, the warriors of the Hall of Valor will join your war. They will be used by you. It is up to you to decide whether to give the centaurs the final destruction.

Because of the brave performance of you and Ulan Gaoling, I also set my sights on the tauren. As long as brave warriors are willing to accept the honor of becoming heroic spirits, then there will be a place for them in the Hall of Valor. "

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Kane's tail swung at a speed visible to the naked eye. He finally received the assurance from the Lord of War, and the biggest worry in his heart was eliminated.

This brave warrior finally found peace of mind. He was very happy and bowed to Odin.

"As for you, Grom, you want a lot."

Odin looked at the rebellious Chief of Warsong and said:

"Maybe I'll give you a chance."

"Then you might as well give me a chance to challenge you!"

Grom shouted loudly:

"I really want to know the power of the most powerful warrior in this world. I want to challenge you in your Hall of Valor, Odin!"

"Ha ha ha ha"

The King of War burst into a hearty laugh and said:

"This is neither a burden nor a compliment to you or me. Of course I will agree to a warrior's challenge. But the compliment I want to give you is the compliment you are longing for."

Odin's mouth moved, but no sound came out.

Grom heard that.

The orc, who had always been crazy, rarely calmed down. After a few seconds, he nodded and silently accepted the compliment.

"The secret of the werewolf curse is hidden in Goldrinn's wild divinity. There is only one way to cure it, and that is to find Goldrinn and get his blessing from the aloof wolf god. "

The Lord of War said to Jean and Darius:

"But it's easy to just remove the curse, as long as you get the Luna Scythe"

"The damn elves lost that scythe."

Gene said helplessly:

"They can't find it themselves."

"So I will send my raven to lead you two to the forest of Ashenvale and get the Scythe of the Moon God in the ruined temple."

Odin waved his hand, and the great raven Munin howled and flew down from the light in the sky, spinning around Jean and Darius.

Its appearance means that Odin does know where the scythe is.

This king of war has been imprisoned for hundreds of thousands of years. When he is bored, he will send his two ravens around the world to act as his eyes for watching the "live broadcast".

He knows the historical changes of this world, and he knows many secrets that have been buried in history.

This made Jean and Darius ecstatic. They sincerely leaned over to thank Odin, but they were reminded by the Lord of War:

"There is also ancient beastliness in human souls, which means that beings like you can draw strength from ancient inheritance. Perhaps someone has reminded you that the werewolf form is not a simple curse, it is a blessing of power. "

Odin said:

"So, my advice to you is to keep it, recall your humanity and suppress your animality. You will need this power soon."

Gray-haired Jean hesitated.

He and his lord looked at each other and nodded silently, indicating that they would consider the Lord of War's opinion.

"Orcs, your desires are the same."

Odin finally looked at the orcs and said:

"I have told Grom the method to eliminate the demonic blood, but you need to wait for an opportunity. The story of the orc warriors' defeat of Hela will also spread throughout the world, which may save your precarious reputation.

I have not been to Draenor, but I can tell you that from you, I feel the residual power from the Titans. Your world is not simple, orcs.

It may also be one of the worlds favored by the Titans, so don't give up on it, it is stronger than you think.

As for the Burning Blade Clan

I will grant you the name of the Valarjar Champions, and you will be able to recruit new members among my followers. I will give you the battle banner of Valhalla, so that the power of the Burning Blade clan will never fade. "

The orcs also got what they wanted, and they were all smiling.

Blake, who was watching this scene, curled his lips. Seeing how generous Odin was today, he suddenly felt that the terms he had agreed with him before were a bit too much.

Maybe while the old leader is happy today, he can order more?

Um.

Blake touched his chin and made a quick decision. He would try it later and order more. It doesn't matter if it doesn't happen. If it does happen, won't I make a lot of money?