Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1055 151. I'm just here to give gifts, don't hit me

   Time turns, and two days pass.

  Blake's plan finally came to the moment. There was no grand expedition ceremony, and there would not be a lucky guy who was one in ten thousand performing and beating the gong under the gaze of envy and hatred, and there was no motivational speech.

   All the fighters assigned to the mission just left the Cenarion Fortress in batches under the cover of night, and they had to enter their preset positions before the arrival of time D.

  The druids in the summoned group and the kaldorei elite veterans in the fortress followed the hunter.

   Apart from these two professions, there are few others in Silithus tonight.

   In addition to the heroes and heroes who will fight in the ruins of Qiraji, all the other hunters of the hidden passage have been summoned.

   They will sneak into the large and small insect nests in the great desert at the same time as the war in the center of the Qiraji Empire, and capture as many insect lords with average strength as possible.

  The secret passage that has been lonely for a thousand years will block everything to ensure the successful completion of this hunting operation.

   As long as they can come back alive, the rise of the Hidden Path is at hand.

  According to Azeroth's famous conspirator and villain, Lord Blake Shaw, no one dares to provoke a group of hunting masters who command the swarm.

  After tonight, in addition to bows and arrows, hunters' arsenals will be given more deadly "end weapons".

   Once they are provoked and united, they can even have the power to destroy a small country overnight.

   This is the hunting master imagined by Blake Shaw!

  Smelly pirates have been dissatisfied with the status quo of hunters in Azeroth for a long time, because other professions differentiated from the six forces have their own symbols of power, only hunters are like stepmothers.

   Throughout the history of the past, few major events were accomplished by hunters alone.

  This profession lacks a great history, especially after the death of Huon Highmountain, and the majesty of the Way of the Hunt has been lacking some grandiose storytelling.

   But it doesn't matter, hunters will create their own hunting legends in this desert tonight.

  The nearly eternal desert of Silithus also seems to have a foreboding of the war, which makes the wind blowing tonight especially noisy, and the dust is flying and gathering, but it cannot stop the warriors from advancing.

   They broke through the wind and rushed to the battlefield in the rolling sand.

  Tonight is destined to be the moment when the forces of nature will show their power.

   If these low-key hunters do win, the day might be called a "green miracle."

   They will declare with a hearty victory that the age of the farmhouse is over, and that the next age of hunting will soon begin.

   When the hunters set off, the vanguard and guide of the war were already ready. Just under the Beetle Wall, the stinky pirates slipped into the tunnels of the Insect Empire territory last time, and a large-scale excavation was underway.

   is not simply digging a hole.

   Silent death knights move in and out of four large selected tunnels.

   They sent bundles of silver-gray gnome bombs into the tunnel, and under the command of Black's mechanical gnome pirates, they set up a large-scale explosion zone underground.

During the few days when the soldiers were preparing for the war, the Nagfar was not idle. The detonation zone calculated and set by the third officer Pascal would be blasted in the underground tunnel, and a huge explosion would instantly explode under the beetle wall. underground tunnel".

   This passage is the troop transport hole.

  The death knights of the Black Ravens will rush into the ruins of Qiraji from here. Of course, in order not to be found by the bugs, the vanguards of the Black Ravens did not even enter Silithus on a large scale.

  The ruthless warriors who have returned from the dead are now gathering in the city of Erethalas in the jungle of Feralas, and the casters under the command of Lord Ravencrest are also preparing for a large-scale teleportation.

  There are Saraiins presided over, and the location of the teleportation technique is personally located by the old Lich Meri Winterwind.

  Ravencrest devised a deranged raid plan.

   After the passage under the Beetle Wall is opened, he will send a 4,000-strong vanguard army over at a time, and rush into the ruins of Qiraji at the fastest speed to establish a front line.

   This is a tactic used by the elite army of the Elf Empire, and it is difficult to reproduce it today.

  After all, apart from the Night Son of Suramar who owns the scepter of Sargeras, no other country in the civilization of this era can possess the resources of spellcasters as rich as the Elven Empire.

   Regrettably, the ruler of Suramar, Lady Elisande, pretended not to receive the invitation letter sent by Black.

   She obviously doesn't think this swarm war has anything to do with the Nightborne, a bad decision that has caused Black to put her name on the hatred book.

  The stinky pirate has always been ruthless to those who don't give him face, so he will "reason" with the great magus when he finds a chance in the future.

   But fortunately, death knights are special existences.

   They don't pursue the comfort or even safety of teleportation. They pursue extreme efficiency. Even if only one space rift is opened, the dead can rush over without fear.

   This gave Lord Ravencrest the confidence to conduct a magic raid.

   The Holy Light Walkers who are opposed to death are gathered at the rear. These Holy Light Warriors do not intend to charge together with the dead. The forces of the two sides are in conflict, and cooperating with each other is equivalent to helping the other party commit suicide.

   They had to stagger their attack rounds. Fortunately, there were not many paladins, and they could enter the battlefield of the ruins of Qiraji after the death knights established their positions.

   Under the deep night, Pope Fao was leading the paladins and priests to pray before the battle. In the cold wind blowing in the desert, these guys were half-kneeling on the ground and reciting sacred scriptures.

   They knew they might never come back, but none of them chose to back down.

   "What do those humans carry on their backs?"

  The High Priest of the Moon, Ms. Tyrande, was also praying to the Moon God, but she soon discovered that in addition to carrying weapons, her "comrades" were all carrying something very strange behind their backs.

   Sister Baihu observed the "new equipment" of the Holy Light Walkers in surprise. She asked Malfurion beside her:

   "Is that a tombstone? Is this some special human custom?"

   "Well, I don't understand very well either."

  The Arch Druid blinked and said:

   "I haven't been in contact with human civilization since I woke up, but according to the information submitted by the watchmen, they don't seem to have this strange tradition.

   Tombstones also represent unknown in their civilization. "

   "That's a monument of sin!"

   A low voice sounded behind the priest of the moon and her druid pet, the orc warrior Blox, who was armed with a dragon-killing axe, moved his shoulders and said to the two elves:

   "It's a new thing made by Black. It is said to help the user resist the impact of the corrupted power on the soul. He also sold us such a thing"

   The old orc glanced at the black stone tablet behind him.

   He shrugged and said:

   "Although I'm not sure if this thing is useful or not, I have a lot of confidence in Black Shaw when it comes to pretending to be a ghost. Anyway, even if it's useless, it can be used as a shield to protect the back."

   "It does have strange powers."

  Tyrande curiously reached out and touched the black monument of sin behind the orcs. After a few seconds, she withdrew her hand and said to the orc warrior:

   "That's a force I haven't touched yet, it's connected to your soul but showing a sign of a dark convergence. It's not holy, but maybe it does protect the soul."

   "That stinky pirate said this thing is the sin of our lifetime."

  Brocks touched his chin and glanced at the sin monument that was at least two circles bigger than the others. He said:

   "Did he mean that I've sinned more than everyone else? Well, think about it too, if you count what I did in Draenor, it makes sense that this thing is a little heavier."

   "You don't seem to match the rumored image of a violent and rude orc."

   After chatting for a while, Tyrande said to the old orc in front of him:

   "Did the descriptions of humans deliberately smear you? Or are you the exception among the orcs? Forgive my curiosity, but this is indeed my first encounter with orcs.

   I'm interested in your stories and your world, does Elune shine in the Outlands too? "

   "I'm reluctant to count as a special case. I have experienced a lot of things, and I have personally committed a terrible massacre that wiped out conscience, although I have also saved a lot of people.

   But I don't think the merits and demerits are equal.

   Some of my compatriots are indeed as rude and belligerent as the humans describe them, but our two civilizations are far apart, so maybe orcs and elves could be friends.

   As for Elune's brilliance, as far as I know, there is no moon worship in Draenor. "

  Brox, leaning on his fierce dragon-killing axe, replied to Tyrande and Malfurion:

   "But in some rituals of the Shadowmoon clan, moonlight does occupy a very important symbol. I am a warrior, and I don't know much about these.

   If His Majesty Tyrande seeks this knowledge, perhaps a chat with our Elder Drek'Thar.

   He'll be heading to Desolace shortly, which seems to be close to your forest? "

   "Desolace? What are you doing there?"

   Malfurion's expression changed, and he asked.

  The old orc didn't feel the problem. He pouted towards Cairne Bloodhoof who was arranging his weapons not far away, and said:

   "Go and help our tauren brothers.

  They were bullied badly by the centaurs there. When I was chatting with Kane, I heard him say that those savage centaurs seemed to be descended from the king of the forest.

   Judging from the years of war and chaos that the Bloodhoof clan has encountered, that forest king is really not a good thing! "

  Brocks spat at his feet and said:

   "If Kane is going to ask for an explanation, I will definitely help."

   These words made Tyrande and Malfurion look at each other.

  The expressions of the two of them are a bit ugly. They have already known from the contact a few days ago that this orc and the tauren have passed the power test of the king of war.

   They defeated the terrifying **** of death Hela in hell, and combined with the warning sent to Moonlight Woodland from Val'sharah not long ago, the terrifying family affairs that the king of the forest has been hiding is really hard to hide.

   "Hey! Brocks, come here!"

   Just as the orcs and the elves were chatting, the idiot Fenna's voice sounded from the "pirate camp". The fully-armed elf warrior would ride behind a war bear, and she shouted:

   "It's almost time, come and prepare, you will be the vanguard for a while, we are ready to kill!"

  Fina held up her troll sword, and her heroic speech caused the surrounding shield girls to cheer in unison.

   The Supreme Shield Girl Heya was constantly rubbing the blade of the spear, her pupils were full of bloodshot eyes, and the pent-up battle pride could finally be released to the fullest.

   In the center of the shield girls' protection circle, His Highness Little Xingxing wearing a suit of armor was a little afraid of the wall in front of him.

   As a blue dragon, she knows the story that happened here a thousand years ago.

   She also knew that the Dragon Legion lost a lot of warriors in that battle, and the bugs were very violent and ferocious. As a noble princess, she should probably stay away from this dangerous place.

   Her defender Cenigosa persuaded her the same way.

   But the little star finally came.

   She is the princess who is determined to lead the magic army to greatness again! If you can't even beat the mere worms, what are you talking about about the rise of the blue dragon?

   What's more, the bad captain personally told her that she must enter the temple of Qiraji herself, and said that there are people she must face there.

  Little Star believes that the pirates are bad, but she believes in Black's prophecy.

   "After a while, the fight will start, Your Highness, you will hide behind me."

  Senigosa moved his fingers, pulled up the chain of the pocket-sized Dragon Sin Monument behind him, and whispered to the gasping little star:

   "My ten guards and I will protect you from harm, and we will evacuate as soon as we rescue the prisoner. I will not let you get hurt."

   "We are dragons, Seanne."

  Xiaoxing shook her head. She looked around at the soldiers who were sharpening their knives. She raised her chest and said:

   "We have to set an example for mortals! I have decided, I will not run this battle, this will be my first battle as the future Blue Dragon Queen!

   If my mortal servants win, I will congratulate them.

  If they lose unfortunately, I will protect them from evacuation, just as my ancestors did a thousand years ago.

  I want to prove to the world that our dragon has not forgotten our mission! We are still the defenders of this world. Speaking of which, where did Captain Smelly go?

   I was a little panicked without him by my side. "

  His Royal Highness Xingxing spoke impassively, but in the end he missed the timidity, which made Sianne helplessly laugh, she said:

   "Lord Black is on his ship, just below the sea cliffs behind the Qiraji Empire, and he will lead the first attack, look! It's on!"

  Xiaoxing and others suddenly looked up, and above the distant night sky, a crimson streamer was rising from the sea, and the crew on the Nagfar knew what it was.

   "Dad, I'm aiming for the first shelling!"

   On the coast of the great desert of Silithus, behind the ruins of the Qiraji Empire, under the impassable almost vertical cliff, the Nagfar was suspended silently above the sea water.

   On the side of the ship at the end of the deck, next to the pirate in the armor of the Luna, Nagfar excitedly manipulated the Eye of Invention that flew into the sky, she licked her lips and shouted to Black:

   "Look at me burning all these worms to death with a flesh and blood purification cannon!"

   "Very good, then you come."

  Black said something to his precious daughter, then turned around and took the Luna helmet from Sefir.

   He glanced at the mist of sea pollution rising around the ship, and the ghost sailors looming in the mist, lifted a black box from his feet, and sighed:

   "After so long, Prince Erazmin has only made a downgraded trial work, maybe I should put some pressure on them?"

   "No matter how small a return bomb is, it is a weapon of mass destruction."

   Chief mate Long advised:

   "Erazmin is a pacifist. If he hadn't confirmed that the enemy was a Void Servant, he probably wouldn't have taken anything out. Do you need me to go with you?

  I can carry you over the sea cliff, there is no beetle wall behind the ruins of Qiraji, and I can fly over to support you from a low altitude. "

"OK."

  Black did not refuse to be a dragon knight this time.

   He watched the Eye of Invention manipulated by Naglfar fall into the ruins of Qiraji, bursting with crimson streamers, and heard a loud explosion from the desert.

   A huge desert storm has taken shape.

   It will sweep everything!

   The stinky pirate laughed. He put on his helmet and black box, and said to Sefir:

   "You can command the charge of the ghost sailors, but beware of those Anubisaths, the famous 'Dragon Slayers'. Come on, let's go to the battlefield.

   Give this gift to dear Lord C'Thun.

  I believe that it will like it and give me a warm welcome. After all, I brought many friends to play with it. Tonight, let’s be lively! "

   (end of this chapter)