Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1712 80. It's this time, what else are you wearing? Jump back for me!

   "The space storm that ravaged Antoran had subsided at midnight last night, and the disrupted fronts of the demons were filling up rapidly, but compared to the central plains of the Antoran Mountains, the number of demons in the eastern mountains was still sparse.

  This is our last chance. "

Just as the four draenei ships carried the last of the seriously wounded from Port Hope in the Antoran wasteland, the commanders of the heavily armed Ash Crusade were here in the Valhalla headquarters suspended above the mountains. Have one last brief conversation with the High Command.

It can be seen that even Ms. Tyrande has changed into a set of priest armor for combat, and this sharp knife force, which has been organized in the past few days, is ready to break into Antorus, the Burning Throne, and carry out a battle against the demon base camp. Final preparations for the raid.

   And Jarod Shadowsong, who was also wearing elven armor, wore his own sword and pointed to the sand table in front of the commanders in front of him and said:

   "Illidan's Illidari and Lord Black's Uncrowned Troops have set off ahead of schedule, and they will set up a landing on the ground for the Rainbow Bridge of Valhalla.

  The soldiers of the Holy Light Legion will **** Lord Eonar to the Burning Throne at the appointed time.

   And Lord Raiden has also gathered all the energy of Valhalla in this teleportation, we will send the evil horn of this world and the members of the Ash Crusade that are ready into the heart of the devil at one time!

   But the rest is up to you, warriors. "

  Beside Jarod, the old orc warlord Eitrigg also said:

   "We will rush out of Port Hope twenty minutes before your departure, and under the cover of the Iron Legion, we will launch an all-out attack on the demons to attract their attention.

   This battle is doomed to be difficult.

   But we will never take a step back until you send back the news of victory! "

   The commanders of the Ashes Expedition in front of them nodded in unison. There were not many farewell words. Everyone knew what they needed to do next.

   But the great Bolvar knight in the Heroic Spirit Armor looked left and right, and he asked in surprise:

   "Where's Danas? Shouldn't he sit here at this time and help the two command the army?"

   "General Danas went to Mac'Aree to sit in town, and he wants to assist Lord Velen to complete the deployment."

  It's all over now, and Jarod didn't hide any more, he said softly:

   "His Majesty Velen will launch an attack on the Burning Legion in Mac'Aree at the same time as we do, and the venerable prophet has a very dangerous mission to undertake.

   He'll lure the Deceiver from its demonic palace to the Mac'Aree battlefield as you attack the Antoran Wastes, and your operations in Antorus will be much smoother without the Deceiver's interference.

   The Old Prophet carried out this task with mortal determination, gentlemen.

   Just like our state of mind at this time, the warriors who are still in the Antoran wasteland and are trying to fight the devil to the end have put their life and death aside. "

   Garrod coughed. He buckled his elf battle helmet on his head with a smile. Then he put his left hand on his chest, beating his breastplate, and said to everyone in front of him:

   "If there will be no end in the future, may we die in the right place."

   "I never thought I'd say this to a genie one day, but."

   Princess Talanji, who was also wearing armor, leaned on her Shadow Hunter spear. She was a little ashamed, but she still straightened her back and said to Jarod:

   "Although our attack on the Demon's Base Camp seems like a death sentence, the real danger is you who stay here to attract attention. May all spirits protect you, elf.

  If you survive, the legend of your bravery will live on in the realm of the Golden Dynasty forever. "

   "We won't necessarily die, look at all of you unlucky."

Muradin, leaning on the ruler's hammer, blew his beard and complained, causing Varian Wrynn to shake his head. The young human emperor held a sword in his hand and a sword on his back. The "Double Knife Flow" look looks very fashionable and cool.

   He glanced around, and was about to say something to boost his morale, when he heard the voice of His Highness Xiaoxingxing from behind:

   "Hey, warriors, before you set off, leave a photo so you can take it back to Azeroth for publicity, hurry up! Arrange them by size.

  Muradin, you and your niece-in-law stand at the front, don't hide behind, don't you have a correct understanding of your height? Lady Tyrande stand behind and see you standing beside the dwarf like a flagpole.

  Lao Niu and Maraad stand at the back, you two are too tall, yes, stand on the left and the right.

  Hey, Varian, Daelin and Saurfang, leave a gap between you two, just enough for one person to stand, so that the picture will be better.

  Would the old wolf consider becoming a werewolf? A little more racial diversity, Kaelthas restrains his smile a little, you are so handsome, you make everyone else ugly.

  Your Majesty Faao, don't be stunned, if old Velen is not here, you should come to the C position.

  Everyone stand up, don't move, and all smile.

  Three, two, one! "

  “Shu”

  Before the countdown was completed, the little star wearing a giant dragon armor swooshed to the center of the crowd and stood in a position specially reserved by a group of commanders.

   She proudly posed a confident posture and stood beside the smiling Crown Prince Fao. She took Lady Tyrande's arm with her left hand and put her right hand on Muradin's shoulder.

   As if the stars hold the moon, she specially highlights herself.

   A soft click.

  The dwarf camera accurately recorded the scene before the Ashes Expeditionary Force set off, and Little Xingxing has made up his mind to use this photo as the cover of his next autobiography.

   This sales must be so good that it explodes!

   And this photo is taken back to Azeroth, her fellow dragons will love the unique composition, as if the little stars represent the dragon leading the Ash Crusade.

   Of course, this is the last happy moment.

   After the photo was taken, everyone boarded the ship separately to prepare for battle. At the last parting, General Shandris Feather Moon took Jarrod's hand and whispered with a look of reluctance.

   On the Wrath of this World, Ms. Vashj was also instructing two heroic spirits to place a huge casket of souls in the hull. This strange magic item can incorporate the souls of the dead into it for preservation.

  The Black Raven Chapter is good at not raiding, so only the death knights, Lord Kurotas, will follow the expedition to attack the Burning Throne, and the rest of the death knights will stay behind to conduct large-scale wars with the demons.

   In this case, the Soul Box, made by Queen Azshara herself, is very useful.

  The mortal warriors are preparing, and the Titan guardians inside the Hall of Valor are also preparing, especially the last batch of mad Mimiron who has been sent over, which is trying to reactivate the core of Odin's mind.

  Having Odin involved in the final battle to save the Titan Soul will definitely enhance their combat effectiveness.

   "Torim, what are you doing?"

  Ryden inspected the holy arsenal containing the lightning-forged bodies of the heroic warriors, but here he found Thorim, the guardian of the storm, and he found that Thorim was writing something.

   asked out of curiosity.

  Storm Keeper raised his head and said to Raiden:

   "Don't laugh when I'm writing a suicide note, Lord Raiden, I'm not stupid to learn what mortals leave behind their last words, you know, the Guardians are like brothers, there's nothing we can't say.

   I just want to leave my apologies in Ulduar's halls until my Guardianship is over. "

   "Huh? What does that mean?"

  Lyden asked in surprise:

   "What is the end of your Guardian career?"

   "Uh, that's it."

  Torim scratched his head and said:

   "If I survive this battle, I want to unload the burden of being a guardian, not because I want to run away, but because of the past, the mistakes.

  Although everyone has forgiven me, I know that the end of the age of mythology is inseparable from the war I started recklessly, and I have to be punished for doing wrong.

   I have spoken to Lord Black.

  If we could go back to Azeroth, I would accept his curse of flesh and become a mortal.

  I will continue to defend our world, and I will go deep into those mortal civilizations and kingdoms until I understand the nature of those lives, until I become the Storm Keeper again on my own quest.

   Just as Fina Jinjian won the title of 'King of Courage' with his mortal body, I will also take the same challenge.

  Will you support my decision? Lord Ryden. "

   "Why should I object?"

  Ryden shook his head. He looked at the lightning-forged bodies around him and said in a low voice:

   "It turns out that the Titan Guardians have not fulfilled the mission given to us by the Titans. Perhaps the failure of the Guardian system is not a bad thing. Since the Age of Mythology is over, don't pick it up from the trash.

  Your approach has provided me with a good idea, and maybe the Holy Mother of Purity will also be willing to try my life as a mortal with me.

  We might even have a child. It's a strange experience to think about.

   But we have to survive first. "

  Ryden patted Thorim on the shoulder and said:

   "Prepare your weapons for one last sacred service to our Creator."

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   "It's here!"

In the mountains of the Antoran Wasteland, outside the Devil's Palace, which was completely wrapped in the fel magma pouring out from the center of the earth. Among the corpses on the ground, Blake leaned on the Salameni war sword, facing the uncrowned surrounding. The hunter and the demon hunter commanded:

   "Go around and be on guard, and don't allow any demons to approach here until the teleportation is complete. Hey, Illidan, stop posing, come down, and prepare to summon the Zenidar and Valhalla.

   Didn't you hear Zhentian's scream? Hope there will be troops there. "

   "Aren't you afraid that I will go down and hack you to death?"

  Illidan complained angrily.

   He slapped the larger demon bat wing and fell from the sky, the supreme blade in his hand moved, and it only took a surprise attack to stab the blade into the neck of the **** stinky pirate.

   Before this **** replaced him without his permission, the showdown with Malfurion and Tyrande was still remembered by Eggman.

   But Brother Egg did not cut this knife in the end.

   He just maintained the posture of Kugai and carefully checked the movement around him. Beside him and Black, several mechanical gnome assassins and Dean Lanyue were swiftly building the teleportation beacon platform.

  Blake's choice of this place is really good.

   Not only is the magic steel city wall near the throne of Antorus, but also because of the fel magma and the surrounding hills and mountains, it is not easy to be discovered by the patrolling demons. It is simply the best choice for old silver coins to be used for Yin people.

   "Vellen's side should also start. It will take a while for the news to spread, but Kil'jaeden will definitely take the bait. I can be sure of that."

  Black was smoking a pipe, without the vigilance and seriousness of the other warriors at this time. It seemed that the fateful battle of breaking into the Burning Throne was just a piece of cake for him.

   He rubbed his chin and said to Illidan:

   "You stay here, I'll go out and I'll be back in a while."

   "Do you still want to go out at this time?"

   The big demon hunter gave a deep and dark smile, and he said meaningfully:

   "To meet friends?"

   "Well, friend."

  The pirate nodded, hiding in the shadows, nodded and said:

   "Very important friends, whether this big event can be accomplished or not depends on whether they are willing to help."

   Before he could finish speaking, Blake had disappeared.

  After he left, Illidan squatted on a sharp stone. He took out the whetstone and sharpened the blade for the Supreme Blade, and said to Maiev, who was in front of him with the knife wheel being adjusted:

   "I guess he went to see those 'friends', not just for the cause of the Anti-Magic Alliance, what do you think? Maiev."

   "What are you implying? Illidan."

   Ms. Warden said coldly:

   "Put away your boring curiosity. You were not like this before. It seems that the acceptance of Malfurion and Tyrande has made you back to the once unlovable ADHD child."

   "You've been in contact with him too much, it's so uncomfortable to even talk."

  Illidan laughed a few times.

He says:

   "I don't think Black really cares if the raid is successful or not, even if we all die here, he has his plans to fight the demonic threat.

   The reason he's acting with us is just to make sure you don't die at will.

   Seriously, if you really love him, you should just stay in Azeroth right now, do you want him to break your heart so much? "

   "My destiny is here."

   Maiev did not refute anything with Illidan.

   She just pushed her battle helmet and looked at the burning demon throne in front of her. She let out a long breath and said softly:

   "I have to come here, not because I'm as capricious as the other girls, but I have to come. Illidan, you don't understand the bond between me and Blake at all.

   You can't understand either.

   In the words of my dear family, if you can understand the way we get along, it won't take so long that you can't even get a Tyrande. "

   "I'm going to end this conversation."

  Illidan snorted, and in the sarcastic laughter of the Supreme Blade, he said with a blank face:

   "I shouldn't have talked to you about this in the first place."

   On the other side, in the Demon Fortress not far from the attack point chosen by Black, the pirate kicked over the brain-dead Soul Judge stationed there, and he carelessly pulled the magic steel chair and sat on it.

  When the smoke rose for the third time, the Legion Communicator in front of him was activated, and a sharp voice came from it:

   "Connect at this time? Are you going to kill me? Stupid pirate!"

   "Sorry to disturb your dedicated and loyal service to the Legion, my dear Lord Balnazar."

  The pirate put his legs up on the table full of demon documents in a very disrespectful swashbuckling posture, and he stretched his voice and said to the Dread Demon King on the other end of the communicator:

   "But I really have an important event to inform you of the last resort. You should know what kind of responsibility the emperor has entrusted to me this time. I will officially inform you now, Banazar!

   From now on, all dreadlords in the Antoran Wastes are under my command!

   Your hidden lives of hundreds of thousands of years have come to an end, and it's time to show the majesty of the Eternals among the stars!

  I order you, loyal creatures and shadowwalkers of Denathus, to step out from behind the curtain and proclaim the name of the Infinity Emperor to foolish demons!

   In the name of Emperor Denathius, I order you to present one of the most shameful defeats of the Burning Legion as a gift to the Dark Titan, Lord Sargeras, as your 'resignation' to the Burning Legion

  Yes, this war begins today.

   Those Titan Souls, I want them!

   But don’t worry, the portion that belongs to the emperor, I will give it with my own hands. "

   (end of this chapter)