Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1275 25. The most important thing before a meeting is to knock down the venue

   "Maybe we should hang it up! Hanging it in front of the gate of this fortress, I believe this will definitely deter the local demons and make them dare not act rashly.

What do you think? "

   On the Fel Platform of the Abyss King Aguna, Black stood beside the Abyss King's "dissected" corpse. This guy was big and ferocious, with the face of an abyss lord's iconic inverted triangle.

   But no matter how fierce the guy was, his eyes were taken off, his heart was taken, and even his spine was pulled out, and he couldn't be fierce anymore.

   It fell into its own blood like a mass of mud, and a group of demon hunters were dealing with the corpse and taking some materials that could be used from it.

   For example, fangs that can be made into swords, teeth made into daggers, claws made into arrows, and hard bones and leather, etc.

   But this guy was restless after he died.

   Its body full of fel energy is constantly escaping demon blood like green magma, which has corroded the entire platform and made the concentration of fel energy soar.

   In other words, demon hunters who can resist fel energy feel no threat here, and other occupations will be polluted if they dare to approach.

   After all, the blood of the Abyss Lord is full of chaotic and violent power, and it is one of the most terrifying things in the stars, and it is also the most polluting and destructive of all the blood of demons.

  The orcs were burned out by this thing, and they still suffer from it until now.

   But not every abyss lord's blood has the same long-term and profound pollution as Malonos the destroyer. At least the abyss lord in front of him cannot pollute a civilization.

   In the face of Blake's "wonderful thoughts", a helpless expression appeared on the stern face of the sufferer Alturis who followed behind him.

  The tough and indifferent old demon hunter whispered:

   "I don't think it's a good idea. The corpse of a high-level demon will not make its compatriots feel fear, and it is almost the same as the head of the destroyer Mannoroth.

   Doing such a thing in today's Draenor would be considered a provocation by the Burning Legion.

   And what we have today is not a victory. This defeat is not worth mentioning to the demons. Kil'jaeden will send a new commander into Gorgrond.

  The war will only pause for a while, and more and more violent demons will pour in here.

   To free Draenor from the quagmire of war, we need more deterrent means."

   "Ah, I understand."

  Black took his eyes away from the dead Agona. He heard the meaning of the victim's words. He raised three fingers and said:

   "I came to Draenor this time to do three things, well, three things tentatively. Now that my good friend Rexxar and the Mok'Nathal clan have come to an end, it's time to start the second one.

   You don't have to say anything, I know what you're thinking.

  Illidan, he must be looking for it!

   I came to Draenor for this.

   But the problem is that we can't contact him now, and you know that he is on the home planet where the draenei have turned into ruins. We have no choice but to passively wait for that guy to show up.

   So it's no use worrying.

   Even if you urge me like this, I can't set up a communication device that can directly contact Argus. Speaking of which, with Agona's status in the Burning Legion, it should have a Legion Communication Device that can contact Argus.

   Didn't you find it? "

  The stinky pirate deliberately asked a question, the victim's expression was a little ugly, he shook his head and said:

   "No, it should have been taken away by the fleeing dreadlord."

   "What a bunch of bastards."

  Blake scolded, and he comforted:

   "It doesn't matter, don't be disappointed, there are many demon commanders stationed by the Legion in Draenor, and sooner or later we will have a chance, such as what we will do next.

  I have sent an invitation to Lord Velen, the leader of the draenei, and a letter to those forces in Azeroth who have spied on the demonic crisis, and I invite them to gather and discuss countermeasures.

The    demons clearly want to take Draenor and then invade Azeroth through the Dark Portal, and the two worlds must be united in order to survive.

   Turning to the leaders of the draenei can also help us better understand their home planet Argus, so that it will be easier for us to contact Illidan.

   You are all good hunters and should know how to be patient.

   If you really miss Illidan and are really worried about him, why not go out and kill a few demons to adjust your mood? If you are tired of killing demons, why not go on a victory hunt with the Mok'Nathals? "

   The victim shook his head.

   He changed the subject and asked:

   "Now that the entire Draenor is under attack by demons, there is no real safe place here. Where are you going to hold the meeting?"

   "It was the closest to the safe area."

  Black snapped his fingers, pointed in the direction they came from, and said:

   "The demon fortress on Hellfire Peninsula, the fortress built by the orcs to invade Azeroth, is very close to the Dark Portal, so it is easy for the leaders to escape if something happens.

   Furthermore, if Azeroth is going to send troops to support the war on Draenor, Hellfire Citadel is the most suitable place for them to gather and rest.

  The position guarding the Dark Portal can also be located there, which is a strategic location. "

   "But it's still under demon control."

   The victim frowned and said something, Blake shrugged and replied:

   "So we have to knock it down before the meeting, although the eyeliner we put in the legion has clearly stated that it is a trap, and once you step in, you will be besieged by demons.

so what? "

  The stinky pirate asked back with a wicked smile:

   "Are you afraid the devil will bite you?"

   "I'm not afraid, but your forces are obviously insufficient."

   The victim shook his head and said:

   "The action in Gorgrond is assassination, but in Hellfire Citadel you want to occupy, these are two completely different concepts.

   Even if the draenei of Hellfire Peninsula are willing to help you, the difference is too large, and you need a real army to drive out the demons entrenched there.

   In order to achieve a long-term occupation, the human and material resources required are even more astronomical.

   If I were the commander, I would advise against this. "

   "Well, it does make sense to hear your analysis."

  Black nodded solemnly, but he rubbed his forehead again and said:

   "But it is too late to withdraw this decision. I set the meeting time in five days. We must seize the place within five days, or I will be embarrassed in front of the leaders.

  So, let's do it, Lord Alturis, gathering your troops is for the victory of Lord Illidan.

  We have to go immediately.

   As for the legions needed to capture Hellfire Citadel"

  Smelly Pirate shrugged and said:

   "Count the time, they should be on their way, I hope the guests won't be scared by then."

   "Your plans are so crazy every time, but it's strange to see that you are still full of confidence at this time, which really makes people feel a strange relief."

   The victim complained:

   "Don't you ever worry about your plans failing?"

   "I just won't show my worries, my dear friend."

The    pirate shook his head and stopped chatting with the Demon Hunter who had just experienced a battle.

   He turned and walked off the platform where the dome was blasted by the fel energy, and when he walked down the second floor, he saw Rexxar walking up with a guy in demon armor.

   That guy's body was filled with the scorching aura of fel energy and the smell of sulfur.

   "A fel hunter, what a rarity."

  Black said with admiration:

   "After having the orthodox hunter, the unorthodox hunter, the dark ranger, the void hunter, and the swarm hunter, our hidden passage will welcome another fel user, which is really the director of a hundred schools.

   But it will take a lot of words for you to convince General Lireza to accept this guy who doesn't look like a good guy, my friend Rexxar.

  I'm serious, it's a mistake and a hassle for you to keep him.

  You should be ruthless and strangle him on the spot, so that it will be over. "

  Rexxar pouted, and said to Magda, who was behind him with wide-eyed eyes:

   "Look, I said, he's really a nasty guy. And the saddest thing is that we're going to be partnering with this guy for a long time."

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   A very distant place from Gorgrond, in the very center of the Draenor continent, in a huge draenei city that looks very broken.

  A majestic Draenei Templar wearing a golden holy light armor and carrying a purple gem heavy hammer jumped off his thunder elephant, and strode towards the hall emitting holy light with a serious expression.

   All the draenei soldiers who saw him along the way bowed to the warrior, while the commoners looked at him with admiration, and the children chanted his name.

  The exiles of all races who were sheltered in this ruined city also looked at him with respect or fear.

   All this means that this burly draenei with a halo of holy light shining in his walk is a real big man, an important leader in their clan that hugs and suffers.

that's the truth.

   Lord Maraad, Chosen of the Light, is the idol of all draenei men and the dream lover of all draenei women.

   This character who has followed the Prophet Velen from the Argus world to the present is the commander of the Draenei Vindicators and a true fighting hero.

He has helped countless people against demons in countless worlds, and his iron will is as indestructible as the teachings of the Holy Light. Even in the horrific disasters suffered by the draenei and the suffering years of being slaughtered by orcs, Maraad also He didn't put down his weapon.

   He lost his only family in an orc attack, and the pain nearly crushed him, but he survived, because long before that, he considered all the draenei family.

   He is the only Holy Light Warrior who dares to go against the will of the Prophet and take the initiative to lead the soldiers to fight back against the Orcs. In the past ten years, because of his activity, he has saved many compatriots and inspired the will of many warriors.

   But today, the draenei's most powerful hero is frowning.

   He didn't even respond to the cheers of the children, but walked straight into the Hall of Light in Shattrath City with his helmet in his arms.

   "Prophet, I heard that you are leaving Shattrath, at this time, you should not"

  Maraad tried to persuade the Prophet Velen who had just made a decision in a low and serious tone, but when he looked up, he saw four people beside the Prophet.

  This made the vigilante stop persuading.

   His steely, indifferent gaze fell on one of the women. This indifferent gaze made the female orc assassin Garona bow her head, and also made Khadgar beside her very dissatisfied.

The Archmage    reached out and held Garona's trembling hand, and he said in a deep voice:

   "Hello, Vindicator Maraad."

   "Hello, Archmage Khadgar."

  Maraad retracted his gaze, glanced at Khadgar, and said:

   "I haven't thanked you for your help in responding to the demon's attack on Shattrath City yesterday. You are a true warrior, Your Excellency."

   "It wasn't just me who helped you yesterday, but also your niece."

   Khadgar was dissatisfied with his orc girlfriend and said:

   "I think you should thank her too, that's what you should do."

   "Archmage, don't talk about this."

   Beside Khadgar, Arthas Menethil, wearing a black clefthoof bull armor, carrying a cool Lionheart Executioner sword on his back, whispered a little embarrassedly:

   "This is someone's family business, you shouldn't be involved, the relationship between them is too complicated. Let's skip this and get down to business, Your Honor."

   "Yes, let's get down to business."

   The young orc Thrall on the other side also persuaded:

   "Don't fight like last time. However, Ms. Garona saved the Prophet from a sinister assassination by the devil, and I think she has made her voice heard."

   "Orc, you shouldn't speak at this time."

  The indifferent vigilante shook his head, he expelled those complicated emotions from his mind, and said to the prophet Velen who was turning the crystal rosary and praying quietly in front of him:

"I heard that a mysterious spirit sent a letter, that strange Blake Shaw appeared and invited you to talk, although he had helped our compatriots in Hellfire Peninsula to recapture Ashland, he rushed to the appointment. There are still risks.

  You should not leave Shattrath at this time, the city needs your guidance.

  Secondly, the demons will not miss this opportunity.

   You are only truly safe in this city. "

   "I must go, Maraad."

  The old prophet opened his eyes, and the draenei leader's mark on his forehead danced like a sign bestowed by the Holy Light.

   He looked at the mighty Naru Adal who was shining endlessly in the hall in front of him, and after a few seconds, he looked back at the loyal Vindicator.

He says:

   "I must speak to the prophet of men, not only about prophecy, but also about the help and support he mentioned in his letter.

   No one knows our current predicament better than you, Maraad, whether we want to persevere in this world, or find a new world for our people.

   We all need help.

   And Lord Black Shaw has enough wisdom and ability to help us, he has disrupted the demonic attack on that land in Gorgrond, this is him showing his strength to the world.

   is like a lifesaver for the drowning, and we must hold on to it. The future is chaotic in my eyes, and the vortex that made it all started because of Blake Shaw.

   I have to see him, both public and private. "

   "As I said before, Black sent me to protect the Prophet."

   Garona, who wears an assassin mask, is somewhat vulnerable when facing her own "uncle". She no longer looks like the dashing and wild female assassin before, but she also said at this meeting:

   "He has good intentions for the draenei, and the demons are his enemies, my companions have set off to scout Hellfire Peninsula, and we'll see if Black has ruled out the threat.

  Me and Khadgar will protect the Prophet from going there. "

   "We'll follow along too."

   Arthas folded his arms and said;

   "My travels in Draenor have been taken care of by the draenei, and my people will cross the world to help you, and we will protect the Prophet from harm."

  The young orc Thrall nodded, indicating that he would also go with him.

   But Maraad was still worried, he buckled the helmet on his head, glanced at Garona again, and said in a deep voice:

   "Now that the Prophet has made a decision, I will not stop it, but as my duty, I will go there together. I feel that the danger is not far away, and there is still a shadow over us.

   A terrible conspiracy has been unfolded against the Prophet, and we cannot afford to suffer any more. "

  PS:

   I forgot to put the link in the push book yesterday. . . Added today, just below.

   (end of this chapter)