Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1277 27. The Road to "Glory"

  Black asked old Ghani to send a few letters, which meant he was inviting quite a few people.

   And the people who received the mission of "visiting" Draenor like the big druid, Miss Hisari Crow, are all taking action.

   The former general of the northern frontier resigned from his military post after the domestic situation in Alterac stabilized.

  Despite Lordaeron's efforts to retain him, he returned to the church in Stratholme to continue his mission of spreading the faith.

Of course, choosing Stratholme over other areas is not just for faith, but mainly because it is not far from Quel'Thalas, so it is convenient for Lord Turalyon to rush to the Windrunner in Eversong Woods on every rest day. Ta, meet with the elder sister of the elf who is thinking about it, and occasionally violate the teachings of the Holy Light and do something shameful.

  In the human kingdom and the elf kingdom, the scandal about Lord Turalyon and General Alleria Windrunner has been spreading for not a day or two.

   The gossip of the two countries is outrageous.

Some say that the two have privately agreed for life, and some say that the two are just a "mutual aid relationship" that transcends friendship. After all, Lady Alleria is now the Ranger General of Quel'Thalas, and her marriage should traditionally be in Solved within the Elf Kingdom.

   And in Quel'Thalas, Lady Alleria's suitors can line up from Dysholme all the way to Silvermoon and get rich.

   Therefore, every time Turalyon came to the Tower of Windrunner, he had to face several love duels that could not be avoided. The great knight was reluctant at first, but he was so annoyed that he simply brought his own warhammer every time he came.

   There is even more outrageous gossip on the human side, saying that General Turalyon has proposed to Lady Alleria four times, but they have been rejected for various reasons.

   This is also the main reason why the great knight, the dream lover of all female priests, has been gloomy in recent months.

   However, Turalyon no longer needs to worry about these rumors, because he has been given a rather special task today.

   "Om"

  While the portal of Stormwind City's Mage District was shining, Turalyon in uniform strode into the hall of magic.

   He carried his life-cherished Great Royal Sword, a weapon bestowed upon him by Marshal Lothar before his duel with Orgrim Doomhammer.

   For the great knight who values ​​his oath, bringing this weapon means he is ready for war.

   The one who greeted him in front of the portal was Grand Duke Bolvar Fordragon of Stormwind City. When he saw Grand Duke Fordragon, Turalyon's expression suddenly became solemn.

  Being able to labor for this high-ranking grand duke to greet him proves that this time things are really serious.

   "Follow me, Turalyon, His Majesty Varian and the Pope are waiting for you."

  The Grand Duke waved his hand and took Turalyon out of the teleportation hall. They went down the spiral downward steps of the mage tower, and there were already royal attendants on the ground preparing warhorses for the two of them.

   On the way to the Stormwind Fortress, the Grand Duke suddenly asked in a low voice:

   "I heard that there was a conflict between you and Ms. Alleria? What's going on? Wasn't it okay before?"

   "Uh, nothing."

  Turalyon didn't want to discuss the issue, but after a few seconds, he couldn't help but whispered to his older paladin counterpart:

   "I just feel that my relationship with her should go to the next step, the Holy Light is above, I have given her everything I have except my faith, and I hope to have a more formal relationship with her.

   This request has been blessed by His Majesty the Sun King, and Ms. Liresa has acquiesced in my union with her, but she has never been willing to give me a promise.

   Although I am patient, I am also anxious. "

   "Huh? Proposed to someone again?"

  His Excellency the Grand Duke, who was experienced in life, knew what was going on as soon as he heard Turalyon's complaint. He rode on his horse and stroked his beard, and said:

   "How many times is this? Is it really like the rumors say that you have asked for marriage four times?"

   "Don't listen to the gossip."

  Turalyon retorted, and sighed:

   "This is the eighth time. The eighth consecutive rejection even made me wonder about her attitude towards this relationship, is it really like what some vicious elves said?

   Am I just her plaything? "

   "You may have been through a lot, but your mentality is just a real young man. You say you have patience, but I don't think you have patience."

  The Grand Duke shook his head and said:

   "If you've identified a relationship, you should have confidence in her, and there may be other reasons for her rejection than you think.

  A woman's mind is hard to guess.

  You should be more determined, after all, persistence is the virtue of a Paladin.

   Maybe it's better for you to be away for a short period of time, it's like the mission you have to shoulder this time, it requires you to temporarily let go of your personal emotions, it's about the will of the Holy Light, I mean drop drop"

   Before the grand duke's persuasion was finished, a special delicate dwarf timer hung on his wrist buzzed, causing Duke Fordragon's expression to change.

   He turned to Turalyon and said:

   "The Stormwind Fortress is just ahead. You should be familiar with this place, so I won't take you there."

   "Did something happen?"

  Turalyon saw the serious look on the Grand Duke's face and thought that something big had happened, so he asked:

"need my help?"

  "You, a young man who has been single for many years, can't help you, even if you can fight dozens of greenskins on the battlefield, your ability is not enough to help me complete what I want to do next.

   This is too difficult. "

   Bolvar sighed, and as he parted, he whispered:

"Don't worry, I'm just joking, I'm not going to duel anyone, I'm just going to prepare food for my daughter and change diapers. Although there is a babysitter to help, I think that this kind of thing still has to be done by the father himself, I owe her Too much with her mother.

   What is your expression? "

The Grand Duke    saw Turalyon's strange expression, he snorted, took out an exquisite crystal milk bottle from the saddle where his weapons had been placed, tossed it in his hand, and said:

   "When you have a child, you will know how difficult this job is, but you have to take down Ms. Alleria first, hehe, this job is not easy.

   Go, don't let His Majesty Varian and His Holiness the Pope wait for you. "

   After saying that, the Grand Duke pulled the reins and turned the horse's head, rushing towards his residence.

   Watching the happy-looking Grand Duke of Bolvar leave, Turalyon patted his cheek a little blankly, his mouth was full of the sweet smell of dog food.

   No wonder Bolvar Fordragen, who has always been serious, would take the initiative to chat with him about emotional issues. After a long time, it turned out that the grand duke was not comforting him, but showing off his happiness.

  Ah, the sweetness of this **** middle-aged man is really hateful.

Turalyon the Great Knight, who was full of dog food, shook his head and walked into the Storm Fortress. He adjusted his mood and walked quickly into the King's Hall. He found His Majesty Varian Wrynn sitting on the throne and the law sitting next to him. Pope Austria, is approaching a strange guy.

   That guy has a burly stature, blue skin, recurve hooves, horns on his head, and octopus-like tentacles on his chin. Although he looks weird, he has the gentle aura of holy light lingering all over his body.

   This is a draenei!

  Turalyon recognized this legendary race at a glance.

  Although he did not go to Draenor, he was said to have received strong support from these extraterritorial races on his way to the dead world last time to bring back Lightforge knowledge for His Holiness the Pope.

   And because of this divine knowledge, the old Pope was restored and became a "living saint" of human civilization, so the Church of the Holy Light owes them a huge favor.

   "Turalyon, you are here, come here, and I will introduce you to this fellow of our faith among the stars."

   Pope smiled and waved, and said to the great knight:

   "This is the priest of the draenei, Lord Amann the Wise. He brought a group of draenei civilians into our world the day before yesterday, and His Majesty Varian arranged for them to live.

   Perhaps soon, a draenei nation will appear on the land of the Eastern Kingdoms. "

   "The Light would love to see such a development, and our shared beliefs make us natural allies with the draenei."

   Turalyon gave a few words of praise.

   He bowed to the draenei priest, who returned a paladin courtesy.

   However, this draenei is not the focus of today's discussion. After Turalyon was seated, the young Varian looked at the Pope, and he said:

   "Great Knight, Lord Blake Shaw has sent a letter to me and His Holiness the Pope, who describes the current situation on Draenor, which is exactly the same predicament described by Lord Amann.

  My lord and I firmly believe that the fate of Draenor and Azeroth is connected by the threat of demons. After discussion, we decided to send an army to that world to help the draenei defend against the invasion of demons.

   while helping them evacuate their isolated civilians.

  If possible, I would prefer the battlefield of this demon war to take place in Draenor rather than Azeroth.

   We need a trustworthy man full of courage and familiar with warfare to lead this legion and travel to that world on behalf of the Church of the Light and the Kingdom of Stormwind.

   The Grand Duke of Bolvar was supposed to take up this duty, but in his case”

   "Needless to say, Your Majesty still has His Majesty, I am bound to do so!"

  Turalyon stood up and said in a deep voice:

   "I can leave at any time! Marshal Lothar also believes in the threat of demons. As his former adjutant, I will replace the Marshal and become a vigilant disaster watcher!

   This is where my glory lies!

  Just, where is the army I want to command? The legions of Stormwind Kingdom should still be destroying trolls in Stranglethorn Vale. Do they want to call on the Kingdom Alliance? "

"Ugh."

  Fao sighed and said:

   "The countries of the northern border have their own affairs. They only symbolically sent observers and small troops of the war. They obviously care more about the authority of the kingdom than the threat in the prophecy.

   But fortunately, there is a legion full of courage and glory ready, they are ready to set off under your leadership. "

  Varian also stood up and handed a commission to Turalyon, who opened his eyes wide and exclaimed:

   "The Brotherhood of Iron Horses? Didn't they disband the organization?"

   "We should be glad that this group of loyal veterans still sticks to their mission, and their initiative to fight has allowed the kingdom to avoid the dilemma of being stretched."

  Varian sighed and whispered:

   "The formation of the Brotherhood of the Iron Horse was restored yesterday. The first vanguard is ready. They are waiting for your commander in Redridge Mountains. You are also accompanied by two Dalaran archmages.

   It is said that they also received a warning from the world of Draenor.

   They can use magic to teleport you to the Watch Keep and from there into the Dark Portal.

  Be careful all the way, great knight! "

   "Although our draenei vigilantes are small in number, we are willing to return to Draenor with the brave human legion, take back our people and fight the demons to the end!

  You also need guides, and the rangers, commanded by our Archbishop Neri, are up to the task. "

  As the messenger of the Draenei, the wise Amann also expressed the attitude of the Draenei on the spot.

  Turalyon is a commander with strong execution. He took a moment to write a letter asking MI7 agents to send it to Quel'Thalas, and immediately took the Griffon to Redridge Mountain.

   However, when passing through the Dusk Forest, Turalyon unexpectedly encountered a group of night elf druids who were flying out of the natural gate of the Dusk Forest.

   After a brief exchange, they knew that this "Cenario Expedition" was also going to Draenor, and the Great Knight warmly invited them to go with them. As a result, they flew to the Redridge Mountains, and saw some Quel'dorei elves among the Dalaran archmages' retinue.

After asking   , I found out that these Quel'dorei elves are also going to Draenor.

  This raised a big question mark in Turalyon's heart, how many people did the great pirate Black summon to go to that world? What is he going to do there? —

   "Hey, Hellfire Fortress is fully armed no matter how you pull your crotch, so why don't you bring so many people over there?"

Under the huge staircase of the Dark Gate of Hellfire Peninsula, at the starting point of what the orcs call the "Road to Glory", Black rode on a death horse, watching the death of Lord Ravencrest with nearly a hundred people in front of him. The knight vanguard is ready to attack.

  The pirate stretched his voice and said:

   "Would you like to wait? Wait until the Black Crows are all over before attacking?"

   "Not necessary."

  The high lord on the saddle of the dead nightsaber carried the magic sword Apocalypse.

   He looked at the straight road leading to Hellfire Citadel in front of him, and looked at the draenei skeletons scattered and inlaid on the ground, and those skeletons were almost everywhere on this road.

  Ravencrest let out a deep laugh, put on his black raven helmet, and said in the hoarse voice of a death knight:

   "Perhaps I should thank the orcs for slaughtering this world, they cleaned the world of innocence, but also planted the 'seed' for the next war.

  My dear Blake, as I said, I hear the wailing of the dead, longing for a war of vengeance.

   I have to respond to this expectation.

   Tonight is not the Raven Knight or your war. The stage of war tonight does not belong to us. "

  Ravencrest lowered the magic sword, and at the moment when he approached the ground, the aura of death poured into this "Glory" road full of draenei blood and tears.

   Under the wide-eyed gaze of Cerdan behind Black, the innocent skeletons around them who were buried under the earth as roadbeds seemed to be given a second life.

  The ground is cracking.

   It was like countless ghost claws scratching on the ground. In the creepy sound, a shattered and twisted skeleton ripped apart the ground, and swayed and crawled out of the ground with a body stained with soil.

   As long as there is a place where bones are embedded, it is a battlefield where death flourishes.

In less than ten seconds, the death knights of nearly a hundred people had three times as many skeleton servants as they did. As Ravencase and his death knights walked forward, every 100 meters, the army of skeletons behind them followed. will expand several times.

  The number of Draenei slaves killed by the orcs in order to build the Dark Portal and Hellfire Fortress is an astronomical number.

   And now, the murders he once committed have turned into real revenge death, and in front of the dark apprentice Cerdan, who was shaking with excitement, he gathered into a cold and incomparable army of revenge.

   Hundreds of thousands of dead will wake up today with one purpose.

   Revenge!

   (end of this chapter)