Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1707 75. You just cut it, and leave the rest to the prophet in black

   "It's surprising that they actually won. I didn't expect the old man to win, after all, the firepower between the two sides is too much.

   As a result, this old fur seal showed me the correct way of interstellar jump gang battle.

  Tsk tsk, there is an old man in the family, if there is a treasure. "

On the ground of Port Hope, Black held the **** demon document handed by Garona in his hand, and together with the orc female assassin, he looked up at the fallen from a high place in the distance to the Antoran wasteland covered with fel magma. Palaxis.

  The second half of the demon flagship was completely burned by the explosion of the magic engine, like a torch smashed from the sky, and the black smoke continued to explode.

  Those flaming fragments smashed into the demon's position like a meteor shower, forming a spectacle on this fierce and cruel battlefield.

   The morale of the anti-magic coalition is naturally boosted.

  The demons' **** spaceships were all shot down by us. Our coalition is truly invincible!

   And the demons didn't react much.

Probably had received an order from the high-level, requiring them to persist in fighting under any circumstances, so the demons did not choose to withdraw their troops because of the crash of the flagship. The shrouded Hope Port shouted to kill.

   Looking down from the higher area where Black is located, the battle situation of the small half of the Antoran wasteland is close at hand.

  Even though the Iron Legion charged as far as possible into the demon-controlled area with fearless determination, it was still a drop in the bucket from the perspective of the entire environment.

   In order to achieve a balance of power in the Antoran wasteland and the demons, with Blake's direct sense, the number of the Iron Legion must be tripled at least.

   But the Iron Warriors sent to the Antoran Wastes are already all the stocks in Ulduar's Forge of Will after a few months of full capacity.

  Ryden even sent the last batch of mogu stone figurines and sapphire colossi preserved in the Thor period to the battlefield.

   Azeroth has no more Iron Warriors.

   "Sooner or later the game will be over if we consume it like this, and we will have to run out of ammunition and food in a week at most."

  The pirate pouted, took back his eyes and glanced at the demon intelligence in his hand, and then handed those **** letters to Garona, who was also silent, and said to the orc female assassin:

   "Take it to the Hall of Valor and give it to Commander Jarod. I'm just a battlefield safari right now. I'm too lazy to watch this, I'm just going to have some fun."

   "Still looking for fun? You'd better go and support your subordinates."

  Garona complained angrily:

   "The local demon assassins are attacking everywhere like crazy. The Uncrowned's elites have suffered heavy damage, and several teams have been damaged in just one hour.

   If Shaw hadn't taken over part of the defense with his subordinates, your carefully trained assassins would have been wiped out in a few days.

   And the watchmen.

  I have talked to their wounded before, and their little lover, Lady Maiev, has been taking them around the Demon's Terminal Dock, and they want to destroy the Demon's starship.

   But I don't think this job is reliable.

   I don't doubt the watchmen's combat effectiveness, but there are too few of them, one person is not enough to blow up a ship, not to mention, the number of demons in the terminal dock is outrageous!

   That is a life-threatening mission.

  You better get them back. "

   "Isn't it more powerful that the dead are resurrected as undead assassins? For the spirit of my wolf pack, the flesh that hurts and bleeds is just a drag."

  The pirate said casually:

   "As for the watchmen, they have chosen a target, and it is even more impossible for them to listen to me and return to the camp honestly. Those who dare to come here are already prepared to die in battle, and their only fear is that their own death is worthless.

  Open your eyes, Garona!

   This is a war that belongs to everyone, and even I have no right to interfere with the changes that my followers with lofty ideals use their hands to bring about.

  What they pursue is the realization of ideals and self-credentials.

   As the second-in-command, you still haven't understood this, it seems that you need a "special training" for the uncrowned. "

   Garona expressed disdain for this madman's statement. She picked up the documents she got and was about to go to Valhalla. When she was leaving, Blake, who was playing with highly poisonous dog teeth, suddenly asked:

   "Where is Kargath now? That guy thought he was hiding in the ship and came to Argus, so I couldn't smell him. How stupid."

"he"

  Garona hesitated for a moment, then whispered:

   "Chief Bladefist took the last of his battered followers to Fort Antorus, saying that Grom's old dog had robbed him of his fun, and he was going to find more fun."

   "Damn! That **** will die there, and I have to go and collect his body!"

   Black scolded:

"If you want to be cannon fodder, you have to find a suitable battlefield, right? Did he go to Kil'jaeden's eyes to die? Hey, Rexxar! The Paladins went to the mountains, and you brought the rangers with you. ."

  The stinky pirate cursed a few words, then turned his head and shouted to Rexxar, who had just returned from hunting with Bear Misha:

   "I suddenly thought that the classification of evil dogs is also beasts, maybe you can find a way to tame them, this kind of thing is impossible for other hunters.

   But maybe you have a way. "

   "Well, I'll try it."

  The silent Rexxar did not refuse this request. He quickly set off on a two-legged flying dragon, and Blake also gave up the idea of ​​going out hunting and followed Garona to the Hall of Valor through the reduced version of the Gate of Heroes.

  It was a coincidence that he came here. Several commanders headed by Garrod are meeting here.

   In the Hall of Heroes that Odin used to test the warriors before, a huge sand table was placed in front of the commanders, which outlined the terrain of the entire Antoran wasteland with military-grade standards.

  The two wounded little hoof lightcasters held putters and placed the black flags representing the demons and the flags representing the anti-magic coalition back and forth according to the war deductions of the commanders.

Although His Royal Highness    is not a military commander, but seeing his frown, he knows that the deduction he just watched put a lot of pressure on him.

   "There is no other way!"

   When Black and Garona walked into this temporary command hall, they heard the low and tired voice of the orc commander Eitrigg.

   This unshaven old orc who had not had a good rest for several days in a row stared at the trend of the sand table where he failed again and was surrounded by demons, and said:

   "We have tried more than 30 times, and the best result is only to kill half of the demons' troops with the help of the Life Titan. It is impossible to break through the demons' defense line.

   There are so many of them! "

   "In the past, I would ridicule you mercilessly, pathetic greenskin."

   Beside Eitrigg, General Danas Trollbane, who is widely regarded as the best commander of mankind's contemporary era, also rubbed his red eyes, drank a glass of wine, and said with a sigh:

"But this time I have to admit that you are right. Even if we do our best to exaggerate our own advantages and minimize the chances of the demons winning, even if we take the power of the dangerous swarm into account, it is still impossible for us Traverse the Antoran Wastes on a massive scale with the power at hand.

  The demons have stayed here for tens of thousands of years, and they have built this land into a fortress that is impossible to fall. If you choose to stick to it

   We might have a little while to go before the Iron Legion is exhausted, but we're not here to stick around in this broken place.

  We want to win! "

   As the commander-in-chief of the anti-magic coalition, Jarod Shadowsong rubbed his chin and stared at the sand table in front of him. It could be seen that Jarod was also under great pressure.

   His eyes were bloodshot.

   He is really trying hard to find a chance of victory from the extremely bad battle situation in front of him, but unfortunately, he has not found it yet.

   "The only option left is decapitation."

  Eitrigg yawned, grabbed the goblin cola next to him, pinched his nose and poured it, using this disgusting liquid to keep himself awake.

   The old orc pointed his finger at the mountains behind Antoran wasteland and the sign of the Burning Throne made of flame stone, and he said in a husky voice:

   "Leave a large army to attract the crazy offensive of the demons, and at the same time send the most elite and fearless warriors to enter the heart of the demon's territory under the command of a commander.

  Rescue the Titan Soul and leave this world before the demons strangle us.

   It will certainly be a great sacrifice, but it is the only way we can do it. "

   "You said it easily."

   General Danas, rubbing his head, said to the Greenskin Warlord:

"Without the impact of the Iron Legion, it would be a death sentence for mortal warriors to challenge the most elite demon defenders of the Burning Legion, but the Iron Legion can't move fast, and how to send them to Antorus without disturbing the demons is a big deal. question.

   There are also troops sent to beheading. How many people are appropriate?

  It is useless if there are fewer people. "

   "Isn't the Ash Crusade prepared for such an operation?"

   Eitrigg retorted:

   "It's a sharp-edged troop of the bravest warriors of all races that we can find. If even they can't do this kind of thing, letting others go is just a matter of death."

   "Ah, I have a little opinion on this subject."

   Seeing that the human and the orc commander were arguing, and Jarod was unable to make a decision, Black rolled his eyes and said:

   "My ship has just shot down a demon starship, which is a testament to the power of the Evil of this World, and I can be responsible for sending your warriors to the Burning Throne of Antorus.

   That ship is just enough to transport an army.

   Forget about the Iron Legion, they are too heavy to send over. In addition, I can find a way to "disrupt" the Legion when you launch a raid. "

  Black, holding his pipe, exhaled a flaming smoke ring, and said:

   "I can try to paralyze their command center. Don't look at me like that, I won't tell you what I'm going to do, but you just have to believe I can do it."

"In this case."

   Garrod narrowed his eyes, looked at his two adjutants, and said:

   "Then the success rate of the beheading operation is very high.

Especially with the assistance of the Living Titans, we rescued the Titan Soul and immediately retreated, and then used the Iron Legion's advantage of not being afraid of death to cover the remaining troops to evacuate the Antoran Wasteland, and put the follow-up battlefield in Mac'Aree. There as the front line of the fight against the Legion.

   It's not a good idea to have a long-term confrontation with the Legion in a place like Antoran Wastes.

  They are so vicious when they lose contact with other Burning Legion troops, once they are dragged to the aid of demons from other star regions, this battle will not be needed. "

   Shadowsong coughed twice and said to everyone in the hall:

"time!

   We cannot ignore this important factor. Time is on the side of the demons. The longer it drags on, the worse it will be for us. Regardless of whether we want to carry out the decapitation raid, the follow-up strategy must be formulated within today!

   But there is a very important interference factor that needs to be removed before the execution of the decapitation operation! "

   Garrod's finger moved to a strange broken frontier in the Antoran wasteland, he pointed there, and said:

   "The Starship Force of the Burning Legion, I don't know why the Deceivers have not used this power, but it is clearly an ace in the hands of the demons.

   Mere ground bombardment is enough to wipe out our entire army here once their starships are in the air.

  The Iron Legion can’t fight against the air. I asked some professionals and they told me that the advantages brought by this technology cannot be offset by courage and will.

   We can't destroy the starship, we are all going to kill ourselves. "

   After saying that, Jarod's eyes fell on Black.

   Not just Jarod, everyone in the hall turned their attention to Black, including Garona.

The    look pirates are very familiar with and dislike, which means that the **** are expecting his dark wits to kick in when they get into tough trouble.

   "What are you looking at me for?"

  Blake was very unhappy, blowing out the smoke ring, took out the Salameni war sword and waved it in his hand, saying:

   "Do you expect me to use this sword to help you blow up the dozens of spaceships in the dock one by one with a beast-like state of mind? Do you have any misunderstanding of my strength?"

   "You can do it, brother-in-law."

   Garrod winked and said:

   "Although I don't know what you are going to do, I believe that nothing in this world can hold you back."

   "Yeah, Blake."

   Pope Fao also said at this time:

"The soldiers have done their best, and Velen has gone to McLaren according to your request. I am ready to dedicate myself to this great thing. The guardians of the titans have personally gone to the battlefield, and even the priests under my command have begun to use their staffs. Fight with demons.

   If necessary, it's no big deal to throw my old bones in this dark place.

   But our efforts are limited after all. If you want to shake your destiny, you have to leave it to professionals. It's already at this time. If you really have a way, don't hide it.

we need you.

   We need you to perform another miracle in the dark more than ever. "

   "I really convinced you guys!"

  People have said all that, and looking at the old Pope, if the pirates asked him to lick his shoes in exchange for his help, Fao would probably do it without hesitation.

   In such a situation, even a pirate would have a hard time saying no.

He snorted, glared at Garrod who was looking for something to do for him, and winked at Garona beside him. The orc female assassin immediately exited the hall to summon the Uncrowned and the Secret Passage who could still move. hunters.

   When Garona walked out of the Hall of Heroes, Daelin and Varian, who were covered in gunpowder smoke, came towards them with a big smile. When they saw Varian, the expression of the orc assassin changed slightly.

   And Varian's eyes fell on Garona.

"It's you?"

   The hand of His Majesty the young emperor fell on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and there was a sharp look in his gentle eyes, and it was the female orc who assassinated his father.

   He witnessed that scene with his own eyes.

   His own father was bleeding on the throne, and the whole palace was in chaos.

"it's me."

  Garona gritted her teeth, straightened her back and said to Varian:

   "I don't want to beg your forgiveness, Emperor, but I'm on an important mission right now. If you want blood for blood, I'll go to Stormwind myself after the war is over."

  The light in Varian's eyes twitched, then he let go of the hilt and asked:

   "Garona, tell me, do you hate demons?"

   The female orc did not answer.

   just touched the dagger that still had demon blood remaining, she thought it represented everything.

   "Then you don't have to come to Stormwind, there are a lot of people who want you to die."

  Varian said coldly:

   "If you survive the war, go meet my father in Northrend, and if he forgives you then I have nothing to say."

After   , the Emperor and Dai Lin strode towards the Hall of Heroes in front of them.

   As he passed Garona, Varian whispered:

   "Be careful on the road, there are more and more demons on the ground, warrior."

   (end of this chapter)