Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1352 102. The unspeakable cannibal devil marches towards the Redridge Mountain

The cold and dark ground was suddenly swept away, and then a miserable paw stretched out from the soil, like a hapless **** buried alive, it ripped apart the soil of the ground with difficulty and moved its hunched body from the rotten wooden coffin. come out.

   Probably because his body rotted because he died for too long, this guy has completely lost his human body and facial features.

  It grows weird sharp teeth, is covered with torn cloth strips, and emits a disgusting stench. The pair of dark eyes are filled with evil power, and the moment it climbs out of the cemetery, it screams shrilly.

   is like the neighing of a crow in the dark night, let this sound spread far and wide.

   This is a ghoul.

   An evil creature pervasive in folklore throughout Azeroth, and the existence of legends proves that it also appeared in previous times.

When   Black was a child in Kul Tiras, he saw with his own eyes sailors clearing ancient tombs and burning the ghouls born in them with flames.

  These things are often "born naturally" in some abandoned tombs. In previous times, they and skeletons were the cognitive representatives of human beings for the existence of the force of death.

   But from now on, ghouls and skeletons will become "common things". After the death force represented by Frostmourne really comes to this material world, it will definitely develop a variety of undead creatures.

   They will become a new faction and even develop into a new civilization.

"boom"

The ghoul, who was roaring and screaming just after waking up, was kicked over by the gloomy jeweled boots. The latter stopped crying immediately, and knelt on the side of the road in an awe-stricken posture, shivering for the powerful man in front of him. Get out of the way.

  In the spooky cemetery of the Ravenhill cemetery, the draenei death knight Lady Yrel, who was just released by Frostmourne, glanced around expressionlessly.

   Graveyards are opened one by one, the dead are resurrected one by one, and the weak or those who have been dead for a long time without being able to recall their souls will become brainless skeletons or ugly and crazy ghouls.

   And those warriors who have been buried in the earth for a short time will be resurrected in a more complete form.

  Especially those powerful warriors who have made outstanding achievements in the orc wars, death is particularly favored for them, Yrel has seen the revival of more than a dozen "human death knights".

   They wore burial armor and carried rusted swords.

  Some of them can also get the death horses that fought on the battlefield with them before they died.

   In terms of the number of warriors sacrificed by human civilization in the orc war, as long as Frostmourne circles the eastern continent, within a month, it can create several legions of genuine death knights.

  Although the whole cemetery is now "very lively", there is not much sound coming out. The dead who were awakened by Frostmourne remained silent, and they carried out their work indifferently under the guidance of the magic sword.

  The gate to the noble cemetery in the deepest part of the great tomb was knocked open by the death knights. They wanted to enter the cemetery and resurrect more dead for the magic sword.

   And on the way beyond the cemetery, a large number of skeletons and ghouls are lining up to move forward, they are about to gather outside the cemetery, and then embark on a journey across the Duskwood, and finally to the Redridge Mountains.

   This scene made Yrel feel heavy.

   But she was powerless to resist.

   The previous experience has made her realize that Frostmourne has no deadly control over the undead, and she no longer hopes to be free from the control of the magic sword.

  After inspecting the cemetery, Yrel carried his gem warhammer and strode into the village in front of the tomb, which was already controlled by the servants of the black knights.

   All the civilians were driven into the cellars of the village hotel, and no one hurt them, and no one paid any attention to them.

  Yrel could hear the cries of children and women from the ground, who were obviously terrified, but perhaps their tears were not for themselves, but for a world that was about to usher in a turbulent world.

  What Blake Shaw is doing is not going to disrupt the world, but it is indeed a key that will open the door to the next era.

   She pursed her lips and stepped up the stairs.

   In the hall on the second floor, Eredin was discussing the marching route with his brothers.

   The emotion of doing big things made the black knights very excited, and the uncrowned people who were summoned around them were busy and busy, constantly sending various messages to different places for the smelly pirates.

   As for Black, he was "chatting" with his subordinates.

   "How many defected?"

  The pirate asked with a pipe in his mouth.

   The head of the Uncrowned in Stormwind Kingdom lowered his head and said in a shameful tone:

   "At least one-tenth, Master, after we received your order, many members could not accept our action this time, they thought that the Uncrowned One's action this time had deviates from the creed, so they chose to quit.

   Maybe more because they couldn't accept that we were going to transform the great man of mankind into a king of the dead.

   Marshal Lothar's reputation is horrible.

  Because of the tight time, I did not stop them, and they also promised to abide by the last oath, and will not inform the official content of the action. "

   "No need."

  Blake was not angry or upset, he waved his hand in a gentle tone and said:

   "I didn't intend to cover up and hide this time, let them say what they want. I'd actually love to see my subordinates choose to go against me because of their beliefs.

   This proves that they really have some kind of persistence in their hearts, and they are no longer the junk who work hard for money.

   It seems that our organization is developing very well, our philosophy has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and it is time to send the outstanding members of the Uncrowned to the now sinking assassin circle.

I can have a hunch that these assassins who insist on their creeds are separated from us, and will definitely infuse our colleagues with new strength and faith. After the pirate line, the ancient profession of assassins will also be revived because of our efforts. .

   This is awesome!

You did very well.

   There is absolutely no need to feel depressed. "

   Having said this, the pirate looked at his subordinate and said:

   "I sense that your heart is not at peace. Do you also have doubts about our actions?"

  The Uncrowned Commander of Stormwind Kingdom hesitated for a moment. He peeked at Black in black. After a few seconds of hesitation, he nodded and said:

   "Maybe this is the change you've been longing for, but this time we are undoubtedly on the opposite side of the order. Although I don't think I'm a good person, I feel at a loss to push such a thing myself.

   I would wonder if I was doing the right thing.

Master   , I may be too weak. "

  Blake was not angry, not even showing any dissatisfaction, he said to his subordinates cheerfully:

   "Did you read the battle report from the world of Draenor?"

"Um."

   Mentioned this matter, the person in charge of Storm Kingdom was obviously in high spirits, he said:

   "Master, the great deeds you have done in that world inspired all of us. Perhaps that kind of achievement is what we all pursue. Although we live in the shadows, we all have a yearning for the light in our hearts.

   After all, who doesn’t want to be a saviour hero?

   Even we, whose identities are not visible, still have the desire to be praised by thousands of people. "

   "Then I'll tell you that what we're doing now isn't any different from what I'm doing in Delano."

  Black played with his pipe and said to the subordinate in front of him:

   "They will insult us now, they will despise us, but what we have to do is not to defend, nor to fight, we just need to be patient.

   At some point in the future, the harder they scold us now, the more disgustingly they will flatter us at that time.

  I've been leading you to bring change to the world, what we've done in Dalaran, Kul Tiras, Silithus, Pandaria, etc.

   We've brought a lot of exciting transformations to the world, and we don't mind doing more.

   They stubbornly believed that Anduin Lothar, the king of the dead, would bring pain to all, but they did not realize the power of death. "

  The pirate stood up, patted his subordinate on the shoulder, and whispered:

   "Think about it, when brutal demons descend on our world, in addition to the living who are terrified by them, they will also see the army of the dead who have been waiting for a long time.

  I thought the expressions on the ugly faces of the demons when they were overwhelmed by the undead would be very interesting.

   I mean, you can have no faith in me, my follower.

   But you should have some confidence in Lothar.

   Do you think a great man like him will be knocked down by death and captured by darkness?

  We just changed the way so that Marshal Lothar can re-dedicate his determination and strength to this world.

   We just gave the marshal a chance to save again, fight again. "

   Black said with emphasis:

  "Will the world be destroyed by lying in that ridiculous holy coffin? Or give him a sword and let him lead his loyal soldiers across the battlefield again?

  Which option do you think is better for Marshal Lothar?

   These words I just said to you, it doesn’t matter if others can’t understand our efforts, and we are not soft eggs who must let others say thank you for doing good deeds.

  We never pursue those, we only fight for our creed.

   Do something. "

"Um!"

  The commander of the Uncrowned Stormwind Kingdom, whose will was obviously much firmer, nodded. He glanced at Yrel, backed away and disappeared into the shadows.

   "You can really deceive people!"

  Yrel said in a hateful tone:

   "Invert black and white, play with will, you are the ugliest cancer born in this beautiful world! The same thing as Gul'dan!"

"As expected of a draenei, swearing is so artistic. But the question is, how can Gul'dan compare to me? When it comes to demagoguery, Gul'dan's combat power is at most 6,000 points, but I'm at least over 100,000. "

   Black grinned triumphantly.

   He shrugged and looked out the window. The Dusk Forest was still the ghost in his memory. There was no day or night here, and some were just constantly spreading darkness.

  The pirate took out his pocket watch, looked at it, and said to Yrel:

   "It's almost time, you take the first batch of resurrected warriors to Redridge Mountains! There will be some scavengers there to help you guide you through the mountains of Redridge Mountains quickly.

  The undead do not need to rest.

  I guess you can surprise the Frontier Corps of Stormwind that has just assembled in Redridge Mountains.

   Give you six hours, I want to see the road to East Valley open. "

"I can not do it."

   Yrel gritted his teeth and said:

   "The number of undead is too small to form a crushing advantage, and they also lack weapons."

   "Then take her with you."

  Black pointed to the Frostmourne outside the window, which was suspended on the altar in the center of the Raven Hill necropolis. He said:

   "Before you were asked to hold the magic sword in a conscious state for only ten minutes, but now you don't need to be too awake, you just need to hold the magic sword and act according to her will, which is equivalent to a 'human-shaped scabbard'.

   In this way, you can have terrifying combat power.

   With the increase of Frostmourne, these weak undead will also become extremely violent, enough to overwhelm the frontier army. You can kill them all to replenish the personnel, or you can defeat and disperse them.

   These are all up to you.

   In addition, the Redridge Mountains are close to the Burning Steppes, and many warriors who died in the decisive battle of the Orc War are buried in the cemetery of Lakeside Town.

   resurrect them.

   Those are the soldiers who followed Anduin Lothar to the battlefield, and they would not refuse to continue to follow Lothar after death, especially the cemetery of the members of the Brotherhood of the Iron Horse.

   Those are the praetorian guards of Marshal Lothar, and none of them can be missing. "

  Yrel could not refuse the call of the magic sword, she could only turn around and leave, behind her, Black reminded:

   "Although Frostmourne and I agreed to Chapter 3, the magic sword is the magic sword, and she occasionally wants to do something bad to please herself, so you'd better be firm.

   Restrain her as she tries to harm the civilians that Lothar values ​​most.

  There is Frostmourne's manipulation, and no undead can refuse your orders, so if there is a vicious incident with a large number of civilian deaths in Redridge, it is all your problem.

   Would you do that? Yrel.

   Will the darkness in your heart explode in the form of blood in this beautiful world? "

   "Don't underestimate the will of the draenei!"

  Yrel dropped an indifferent word, and strode out of the hotel with a wagging tail.

   Soon, the undead of the entire Raven Hill moved, they gathered into a silent army, and followed Yrel into the dark forest.

   The wolves wandering in the darkness let out a sharp, terrified howl, but soon disappeared.

  These wolves, which have become the biggest scourge of Duskwood in the past few years, are as vulnerable as paper in the face of the undead army.

  The residents of Dusk Forest will no longer need to worry about the threat of wolves or those ogres who dominate the mountains. After today, this forest will become very "clean".

   This is also a small contribution Blake has made to this land.

  Eridin watched the undead that frightened him disappear into the forest, and the gloomy sea of ​​blue soul fire made the black knights who were well-informed feel fear.

   Although they had seen more horrific scenes in the underground areas of Karazhan, the innocents who were killed by the enchanted Medivh were already dead, and they did not jump up and scare them.

   "Where are we going next? Aren't we going with the undead?"

   The King of Black Knights asked in a low voice.

   "The Undead has Frostmourne and Yrel's command, and we were useless in the past, unless you legendaries want to exercise their muscles and experience the pride of the battlefield.

   But I guess you who came from businessmen are not interested in fighting. "

  Black took another look at the time on the pocket watch and said:

   "So, Stranglethorn Vale!

  We are going to the coast over there to meet our 'friends' from afar.

  The Kingdom of Stormwind pulled the elite Seventh Legion from Stranglethorn Valley and established a line of defense in the East Valley Logging Field. It was difficult for the undead on the ground to pass quickly without any fire support.

   But for us, time is life.

  So, this time, we are going to play something that belongs to the pirates.

   By the way, let me ask in advance, are you afraid of heights? "

   (end of this chapter)