Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1341 91. Come on, this is your destiny!

Illidan repeated the strategy of defeating the demons in the world of Azeroth 10,000 years ago, and through the sacrifice of the Sargerite Keystone, the deceiver who fell into the world of Draenor and the evil servants it dispatched will be united. Thrown back into the Twisted Void.

   This is by far the best option.

   Knowing that Kil'jaeden bound his existence to the Fel Heart of Argus, it became impossible to defeat this great demon in Draenor.

  Orthodox spellcasters all know that choosing to seal or banish is always the most correct operation in the face of an undead enemy, and Brother Dan, who was an orthodox moon mage before working as a demon hunter, obviously understands this truth.

  “Shu”

   A large group of demon hunters headed by the sufferer Alturis came to Illidan at the fastest speed. They respectfully put away their weapons, knelt down on one knee, and asked their leaders and masters to pay tribute to their allegiance.

Since Illidan left before the demon hunters were released in the Warden's burrow, and he didn't meet his followers on the way, this meeting is now after more than 10,000 years of separation. really meet.

   These blind men trembled with excitement.

   They not only witnessed Lord Illidan's victory 10,000 years ago, but also witnessed Illidan's domineering debut just now, waving his hands to banish the great demon, and waving his hands to save a world.

   Such victories undoubtedly strengthened Illidan's mythical image of invincibility in their hearts.

   But frankly speaking, this kind of ignorance and worship is not groundless. If Black is an orthodox demon hunter, he would like to worship Brother Egg just like the blind people.

  Charisma is unreasonable.

   Just like the human veterans who worship Anduin Lothar madly, some people can make others willing to give their lives for it.

   "You are doing well, although I have not witnessed it myself, but I have heard of the proud slaughter and assassination you have carried out in Draenor in the world of Argus."

  Illidan faced his old followers. He had always been Kugai, and he rarely revealed his true feelings. As the wings folded behind his back, the wild and powerful demon hunter commander said in a sighing tone:

   "Agona, Kazzak, these high-ranking demons who were also famous among the stars were hunted and killed by you, you paid tribute to me with such a victory, spread your names to the stars, and made the demons terrified.

  You have lived up to the oath you made when you embarked on the road of hunting demons. Those who died in the past will be proud of you.

   Arise, Demon Hunter!

   Today's victory is but a trivial pause in the eternal war, but there is no time to waste, we still have much to do. "

   "Yes, Lord Illidan."

   A group of demon hunters stood up in unison.

   They followed their commander, like the stars over the moon.

   But to be honest, the scene of a big blind elf and a group of small blind men swaggering through the market, still makes people say something?

   "Yo, this is the Illidari Blind Massage Academy recruiting new students again? The top technician Illidan, come and serve me, add two more hours."

The vicious voice of    was so harsh at this moment of victory, but no one present was surprised by the appearance of this voice.

   So did Illidan.

   His eyes with black blindfolds "looked" at the smelly pirate who had just landed on the ground beside him, but instead of greeting him, he said to the person beside him:

   "Maev, you are the best hunter I've ever seen, but even you have finally met a prey you can't handle. So, tell me, who is the hunter between the two of you now?"

   "I don't know who the hunter is between me and him."

   Maiev with a battle helmet replied indifferently:

   "But I have no doubt that I am your most feared hunter. My 'guardian' will tell you that it is time to 'go home', Dark Walker."

   "Hey, handsome wild pirate"

  Illidan tilted his head and said to Black:

   "Take care of your woman."

   "bass"

  Black was still smiling, Maiev had already pulled out the thorn knife wheel from his waist, obviously, Illidan's "demon hunter joke" was not funny at all.

   "Okay, okay, it's not time to fight infighting, you two, suppress your disgust for each other, we still have more troublesome things."

  Black held Maiev's wrist, pointed to the sky, and said:

   "Don't you feel it? A big monster is about to rush to kill us, he's a lot harder to deal with than Kil'jaeden.

   So you did it on purpose?

  Illidan.

   You should know how difficult it is to deal with the enraged Dark Guard Lord Aggramar? "

   "I'm so tired, teleporting Argus to Draenor's realm and throwing the demons back to the end of the stars makes me so weak that I can't fight."

  Illidan grinned, revealing sharp teeth and a fascinated smile.

He says:

   "I know that powerful monsters are dealt with by stronger and more cunning ones, and I trust you so much, Prophet in Black, I know you can perform miracles.

  I have done what I have to accomplish, I have ripped out the heart of the devil and exposed it to the eyes of all the righteous, this is the limit of what a humble elf blind can do.

   Next, the hero appears.

  Therefore, the question of Aggramar is left to you, Lord Black, omnipotent. "

   At the same time that these two guys were touting each other, the most sensitive people among the "melon-eating people" who were still in shock on the outside realized that the problem was wrong.

   Prophet Velen is a head up.

   This old prophet was torn off his robe during the "fist" with Kil'jaeden just now, revealing muscles no less than that of a young man, giving him an exaggerated image of a "hot-blooded old man".

  He would put on a cloak to cover his body, and leaned on his Redeemer Staff.

   The purple Atama crystal Soul Song on his wrist shone with urgency, as if presenting a dire future to the Prophet.

   In fact, the situation of this meeting no longer needs to be proved by prophecy.

   In the deep gaze of Velen who raised his head to look at the sky, he saw a huge dark red figure trudging from the stars.

  The whole body of that terrifying giant was burning, and He was holding a huge broken blade wrapped around the fire of destruction. The terrifying sword was broken from the center, and in front of the broken blade, there was a scorching scorching blade filled with hot flames.

   The giant came from the world of Argus, and he trotted fast among the stars.

   Every step he takes, his body size will expand by one point. When approaching the orbit of the Draenor world, his body shape can be clearly seen even by a blind man.

   A fallen titan even bigger than a planet stood among the stars. The light of fire on his body was brighter than the sun. Under the flames, the whole of Draenor seemed to be scorched and scorched by the eternal day.

   What is even more terrifying is that the giant is raising his burning greatsword, and has already made a gesture that makes the fool Fenna cover his mouth and scream.

   That pose was very familiar to Fenna.

   That is the starting style of the "Enemy Breaker" swordsmanship that she has now learned and is extremely familiar with.

   "That giant is going to destroy us! Hell! I've seen it, in the vision of the Shield of Aggramar, I've seen it!"

   Fenna screamed:

   "That's Lord Aggramar! That's the Star Sea Titan! It's over, we're finished, run!"

   The idiot warrior was rarely terrified.

   This is not to blame for her lack of determination. In fact, her performance is much better than those of the frightened idiots around her.

   At least she can stand and hold a weapon.

The Paladins next to    have already started to kneel to the Holy Light and pray for the last time in their lives.

   The most outrageous is the Archmage Ansrem Ruinweivor, this "mighty father" is sitting on the ground, crying and pulling out the scroll to write a suicide note to his disobedient daughter.

   Apparently, he had given up resistance.

   This scene is very different from facing a fraudster.

   No matter how powerful the big demon is, everyone still has the courage to fight against it, because they "defeated" the polluters in Azeroth before, and Azeroth also defeated the Legion 10,000 years ago.

  An enemy that can be defeated is not worth fearing.

   But now, what they have to face is a supreme being that is bigger than the planet and born in the origin of the arcane magic of the stars. Just the name of the other side's "Titan" is enough to make most people lose the courage to fight.

   If nothing else, a sword alone is enough to penetrate the entire world.

  How to survive such an attack?

   In the crowd, the plump Great Chief Reid stared dumbly at the burning Titan silhouette reflected in the sky above his head. The Great Chief fell into some kind of strange emotion at this moment.

   He doesn't like to fail.

   But if he and his world died under the sword of a Titan, this ending would not be considered a failure.

   even gives people a **** of a sense of "honor".

Even if he goes to the real **** in the world of the dead in the future, he can proudly boast to those inferior undead that although everyone is dead, our man was stabbed to death by a sword from a Titan, who do you have? treatment?

   But after all, the Great Chief is already a person with a pattern, and he did not give up resistance at this last moment.

  “Shu”

  Reid took off the Heart of Rock Ring from his finger and stuffed it into the hand of the equally sluggish old orc warlord Brox Saurfang.

  The latter was awakened and looked at the world ring in his hand.

   The grey-haired old orc asked:

   "What are you giving me this thing for?"

   "Didn't you just brag that you dare to kill a **** with this ring?"

   The fat Reid stared at the old orc warrior with slanted eyes. He pointed to the sky and said:

   "Look, God is there, and I gave you the ring too, go and chop him."

"you."

  Brocks' eyes widened, he couldn't understand the brain circuit of this guy now, he was about to complain, but suddenly he felt a shadow floating behind him.

  The magical smelly pirate Black appeared behind Brocks, he put his hand on the old orc's shoulder, and said in a low voice:

   "I haven't told you one thing, Lord Brocks, I may have accidentally taken something belonging to you in the past moments.

   But now, I decided to give it back to you. "

  Black raised his hand, his world ring, Blood Drinker Malus, was shining in his hand, and he handed it to Brocks, saying:

   "Put it on and go chop that big guy"

   "Are you kidding too?"

   The old orc said in a puzzled tone:

   "You really think I can cut it? That's a god!"

   "I know who Aggramar is, and I can tell you with certainty that he shaped Draenor, and he is your 'creation god'."

  Black replied in a godly tone:

   "But I also know who you are, Brox Saurfang, and I can see the destinies of all, and of those countless destinies, only one can do what we now pray for.

   And that person is you!

   Haven't you been feeling extremely guilty for the slaughter and sins you have done to this world? You have been tormented by nightmares from the past.

  Ner'zhul has repented to the world in his own way, and he has been forgiven by the elementals.

you know.

   Everyone deserves a second chance to start over. "

  The smelly pirate patted the old orc on the shoulder, and he put the blood drinker Malus on Brox's finger with his own hands, he said:

   "Perhaps, this is the opportunity you've been waiting for. What can you do for the world with guilt? Brocks, this question you've been thinking about will be answered today."

  The conversation between Black and Brocks attracted the attention of everyone around.

  Prince Kael'thas, who had been silent, also raised his brows when he saw the smelly pirate handing his world ring to Brox Saurfang.

   He noticed that Black didn't seem to be joking, so the prince looked up at Aggramar, the fallen titan that was ready to destroy the world, and he also took off the ring of the all-seeing one in his hand and handed it to the old orc.

   "Frankly, I don't believe that an old orc can do such a thing, I mean, orc warriors are really good at fighting, but there is such a thing as challenging a god.

   is too fantastic. "

   This handsome and handsome man looked at the orc in front of him and said:

   "But now we have no choice, rather than desperately waiting for death to come, perhaps I should choose to believe in a prophet in black who continues to perform miracles.

   Take it, Orc, it is a blessing from the Quel'dorei.

   Let go and do it.

   Even if you fail, no one will blame you. "

   "The world is being reborn, and now is the last challenge of its resurrection."

  Old Deer Helm shook his head, took off the Eternal Ring in his hand, and handed it to the silent Brocks, he said;

   "This is something that the elven empire never did 10,000 years ago, maybe I shouldn't have hope, but the world is calling you, Broxhigar!

   I heard its call. "

   Deer helmet is a strange name.

   is the ancient honorific name of the elves for warriors, perhaps this also represents the blessing of the old druid.

   "Take it, Orc."

   Prophet Velen strode forward and handed the Seal of Immovability in Maraad's hand to Brox, he said:

   "I saw that the prophecy Black said was right. There are only a few of the countless fates who can do what we are praying for now, and you are one of them."

   "Hey, old greenskin, you're going to cut down a god, it's really awesome."

   Stupid Fina felt a surge of pride at this time. She regretted that she could not participate in such a great cause, but she also had the help she could give.

   "I'll lend you this sword of light!"

  Fina whistled and took her beloved Ashbringer in both hands, handed it to the old orc, and said:

   "Odin's wrath can't cope with this big scene. After you use it to cut a **** and come back, remember to return it to me."

  The old orc surrounded by the crowd looked at the ring on his left hand that was covered with all five fingers.

   This world ring, which obviously only allows one person to wear one, seems to have released the authority to Brocks at this moment.

   He could feel the power of the five rules of Draenor surging within him, a call from the world, where Draenor was between life and death, longing for his children to lend a hand to him.

  The old orc felt this call. He looked up at the sky, but what he saw was not the destruction Titan, but the atrocities he had committed in the past ten years.

   That is an insult to the honor of a traditional warrior.

   But today.

   He will restore his honor with his own hands.

"Snapped"

   The old orc grabbed the Ashbringer that Fenna handed over, he looked back at the crowd, and said nothing but nodded.

  The parting of a soldier does not require words, and some words do not need to be said in person.

   He is a silent warrior, although he is not as eloquent as Blake. Now he wants to do what he can for the world. He cannot describe it emotionally. After all, he is just a green skin who has done wrong.

   So please.

   Let him prove it with his actions.

   "Go, Brocks!"

   Behind the old orc warrior who was blessed and expected by everyone, Black said in a deep voice of a prophet:

   "To greet its shapers on behalf of Draenor, and to show the creator gods the determination we will have to survive and protect.

   Have the courage to do great things.

   I have seen all the future and all the past, I have prophesied about you

   This is your destiny.

   This is your glory, it's waiting for you just ahead. No heaven among the stars will open to you, but you don't need them anymore.

   Charge bravely. "

   (end of this chapter)