Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 570 123. How could Orgrim be defeated by such a soft egg?

The Prestor family does not have a tradition of believing in the Holy Light, but the Lordaeron royal family has adopted the Church of the Holy Light as the state religion from the very beginning of the country, so on the day Princess Calia gets married, it must be done by the Holy Light priest. Officiating the wedding and blessing the newlyweds.

   As the Menethil family, the one who was invited this time is of course the most powerful and famous priest in the entire human kingdom, that is, the crown of Pope Alonthos Fao.

   The spokesperson of the Holy Light in the human kingdom, an old man whose identity is higher than that of the king in the eyes of the people, appeared at the wedding, and immediately aroused a frenzy.

  Many nobles humbly knelt on the carpets on both sides of the Pope's walk, praying for the Pope's blessing.

The smiling old man leaned on the priest's scepter carved with the sacred bone of Ursoc and embellished with sacred crystals. He wore a simple priest's robe and hung a weather-beaten holy emblem on his chest. Hands stroked the tops and backs of the believers' heads.

   Those who are sincere believers regard it as an honor.

   Some even left tears inspired by faith on the spot, a fanatical and sincere gesture. However, considering that these nobles are generally good at acting, it is doubtful that the tears are somewhat authentic.

   But to be honest, after seeing the influence of the old Pope among the nobility and the common people, the pirates who were hiding and watching indifferently had a little more understanding.

  It is no wonder that with the power of Deathwing, he has to be sneaky to do things in the human kingdom.

   He may easily conquer and destroy everyone who challenges him.

   But as long as the old Pope and people like Lothar climbed high, the resistance of human beings will never stop, just like the resistance of human beings to the orcs, although it takes a long time, it will definitely win.

  The dragon is not afraid of ants, but being bitten by ants is also very painful.

   "Fortunately, I had a good relationship with the old man from the beginning, and fortunately, old man Fao is not a stubborn person who accepts death. Otherwise, the old man issued a 'pirate conquest order', which would give me a real headache."

  Blake lowered his head and took a sip of wine, feeling a little fortunate in his heart.

  Behind the old Fao, the kings appeared one by one.

  The middle-aged but able-bodied King Terenas, dressed in the king's ceremonial clothes, with a crown of thorns, and holding a simple scepter, walked into the hall under the guard of the captain of the palace guard and Marshal Garithus.

  The king kept his eyes open and nodded to the surrounding crowd.

   He is the master here, so naturally he has to act like a master.

  Behind him was the older King Thoras Trollbane, the Highlander king who commanded a great deal of territory including the Arathi Highlands and Hillsbrad Foothills.

   His royal city, Stromburg, is the recognized birthplace of human civilization.

   And behind the two, the King of Gilneas, Jean Greymane, took the hand of Queen Mia Greymane, and walked into the palace dressed in the timeless classic dress and hat of the people of Gilneas.

   They were followed by the little prince Liam.

  The magic city-state of Dalaran also sent Archmage Modera and Archmage Delandon as messengers to watch the ceremony.

Then, Blake was slightly stunned when he saw Dalene Proudmoore, who was wearing an admiral's uniform, and held the hand of Lady Gina Jinjian so generously. Entered the palace under the guard.

   This action caused bursts of exclamations from the palace.

   Good guy, this is an "official announcement" to bring the mistress out to show off in such a grand manner, right? Have you discussed it with Caitlin?

  Aren't you afraid of being shot in the head by Caitlin after you go back?

   The woman Blake should call his "mother", the brave queen from a noble Kul Tiras can definitely do such a thing!

   "Hmph, nasty elf, it's supposed to be my mother here."

  Blake was complaining in his heart at this moment, but he suddenly heard little Jaina complaining in a low voice beside him.

   This made the pirates feel relieved.

   Okay, the child is older, and he knows how to complain for his mother. Coupled with Fenna, the stupid warrior who has always been reluctant to admit Dai Lin, Dai Lin's family affairs will still be "happy" in the future.

   "Oh, children don't care about adults. If your father and your mother quarrel, you must not participate casually. This will make them both sad.

   Besides, your father made up his mind to bring women from outside home, and your mother couldn't stop him. He was a king after all.

  Kings are privileged. "

  Blake hypocritically persuaded a few words.

   said it was persuasion, but it was more like adding fuel to the fire. Little Gianna pursed her mouth and didn't want to speak, but she knew from the light in her eyes that it was definitely not over!

   The last king to appear is Varian Wrynn, the king of Stormwind.

   All eyes in the palace turned to the young king as he appeared under the **** of Grand Duke Bolvar Fordragon.

   The attention at this moment even surpassed the Pope's appearance just now, but this attention was not for Varian, and the young king knew this.

   He was a little worried, but he took a deep breath and did not step into the palace immediately, but waited there.

Against the background of the light outside the palace, a tall, white-haired old man wearing ceremonial armor and a little bald is taking a firm step, and under the anticipation or hostility of everyone, he walks into the palace in front of him. .

  Anduin Lothar!

This is the last blood of the empire who has been in the northern border for a few days, but has not made high-profile activities, but has caused many waves , just like he stepped on the battlefield, stepped into the wedding in front of him.

  Varian Wrynn was half a position behind him, and amidst the exclamations of the crowd, he took down the Emperor's Sword, which had been talked about by countless people in recent months.

   With the respect of a king, holding the sword in both hands, he followed behind Lothar, and walked into the palace that was filled with death after the exclamations without squinting.

   All the kings frowned, even Daelin.

   When they had secret talks with Lothar before, they asked the old marshal to give them a final answer on the issues of war and peace, order and chaos, past and future.

  Lothar said he would consider it.

   He thought about it.

   Now this, this is his answer!

  An answer from a warrior.

   Ah, how reliable can a man who is a warrior to the death be as a friend, and when he becomes an enemy, it will give people a lot of headaches.

   How are they going to respond to Lothar's answer?

   The Orc War has just ended, is there really going to be another civil war?

  Behind Varian, Bolvar Fordragon, Grand Duke of Stormwind Kingdom, frowned, watching all this in front of him.

   As a powerful noble of Stormwind Kingdom, he did not want to see his king show his attitude so clearly on such occasions.

   But as a Paladin, Duke Bolvar couldn't find anything wrong with Varian's actions.

   There was even a hint of relief, emotion and excitement.

   That's how real Paladins should be. When they became Paladins, they swore an oath to the Holy Light. They want to maintain justice and order, to protect all that is good, to protect hope.

  These vows are the source of their strength.

The stronger the   , the stronger.

   No wonder, Varian's Holy Light Fire grows so fast, so this young man, long before he was officially baptized, had already made a vow to stick to his life in his heart?

   "Wow, this black-haired uncle is so cool."

   In the dead silence, the little star beside the pirate looked forward with his feet, and finally saw the protagonist of today's wedding, Lord Daval Prestor.

   The latter was standing beside King Terenas, standing with a group of kings so grandly, as if he was one of them.

   This is indeed the case. As long as today's wedding is completed, it is estimated that in less than a month, Lord Davar will have an extra crown of the King of Alterac on his head.

   "Mr. Black, this atmosphere is not right, why does it seem like a fight?"

  Little Jaina shrank her head in fear, she whispered to Blake beside her:

   "Marshal Lothar and Brother Varian, why are they standing opposite the kings? Shouldn't they be standing with their father?"

   "Aren't we also standing opposite the kings?"

  Black put his hand on the pretty hair that little Jaina had arranged. In a silent palace, the pirate said to the little mage:

   "This is a good thing, it means that Marshal Lothar chose to stand with us. This is a good thing. Let me make you a magic, little Anna, come, close your eyes, count down seven times"

   He glanced at the pocket watch in his hand for the last time, and then quietly activated the Alliance of Beasts. In the bird's-eye view of Thesari Black Crow, who was soaring high in the sky, he searched for a group of black spots that were rushing in quickly.

   Wow, what a bunch of greenskins!

   He glanced at the obedient little Jaina who had closed his eyes and said:

   "Go ahead, count down seven times, then open your eyes and you'll see something amazing."

"Really?"

The little star next to    asked suspiciously.

   Stupid Blue Dragon also closed his eyes and started the countdown with Jaina, but when he counted to four, Little Star suddenly opened his eyes.

   The perception from the dragon made her feel that there was a strange aura rapidly approaching the palace.

   Not just her.

The two archmages in the palace, as well as the envoy of Quel'Thalas, the Silvermoon Archmage Rommath, as well as the court mages of Lordaeron, the Pope's Majesty Pho, King Daelin and Lothar, the great knights, etc. Waiting for a group of strong people, all raised their heads at this moment!

   Something is coming.

"That is."

   "Shh."

  Xiaoxing wanted to ask, but the pirates made a gesture of silence. Blake held the magic book on his waist and said to his junior:

   "Remember what you promised me before you came?"

"Um!"

  Xiaoxing said seriously:

   "What do you say, what do I do!"

   "Very well, then listen, I will give you orders now."

  The pirate, feeling the increasingly clear sense of confusion above his head, said:

   "I know you have the Tide Stone that Kojo brought back from Stranglethorn in your hand, use it!"

"what?"

  The little blue dragon was stunned for a moment, and with his back he pulled out a beautiful rune stone with a very irregular surface shining with the light of blue waves. When he took it out, the pirates obviously heard the phantom sound of the sea.

   Little Xingxing, who was finally able to live, was very excited, and she asked excitedly:

   "When is it used?"

"Now!"

  The pirate picked up Jaina, who was still counting down with her eyes closed, and disappeared.

  Little Xingxing pursed his lips, and in the stunned gaze of the group of people around him, like throwing a dart, he threw the seemingly powerful thing in his hand towards the center of the palace.

"boom"

   "Boom"

   There were two loud noises at the same time, and the dome of the palace was smashed and smashed open by the tyrannical thing. At the same time as the rolling dragon breath and flames spit out, the tide stone also rolled out of the waves at the moment of landing.

  Under the manipulation of the little star, the people in the palace were instantly engulfed by the rising tide.

  The fusion of water and fire came quickly and briefly. While everyone was drenched in soup, it also made a magical few people in the palace burnt by the dragon fire that fell from the sky.

   But it's just "say hello".

  While the red dragons of the six or seven-headed Dragonmaw clan roared and flew around the broken palace, the greenskins sitting behind the dragons roared and jumped from the sky.

  Like a group of violent airborne paratroopers, when they landed, they chased and slashed the human beings who were swept up in the tide.

   "Protect the King!"

   "Protect the marshal!"

   Two shouts rang out in no particular order.

   Some rushed towards the kings, others towards Lothar, who was retreating in the tide. The first part was okay, there were not many people blocking them, and they successfully protected the kings and retreated to a higher platform.

   But the latter part is more unlucky.

   "bang, bang"

With two loud bangs, the great knight Turalyon and the high-ranking paladin Colonel Alfred Abidis, who joined forces to break Lothar, were pushed by a terrifying giant force within two seconds of engaging the enemy. He flew upside down from the spot and smashed into the chaotic crowd.

A blood-colored gust of wind swept through the messy palace, and pursued Anduin Lothar relentlessly on the carpet full of blood and tides. Lothar, holding the Emperor's Sword, sensed the cold and violent killing intent behind him. Pushed away Varian, who wanted to call the Holy Light.

  He held a sword like when he was fighting against Orgrim, and he blocked the sharp sword in front of him, but was smashed to the ground by the pursuer with a powerful axe.

  The old marshal is old and not in his prime.

  Because the previous injury affected his strength, he was a little powerless in the face of this opponent whose strength value was significantly higher than Orgrim's.

   He didn't even have time to arouse his anger, so he was defeated by this beheading.

The Emperor's Sword Stromka swirled and flew out. After whistling and flipping a few times, it slanted in front of Varian Wrynn. The young king who was pushed away looked up, and the scene in front of him almost made him The blood all over the body was cold.

   An orc.

  A burly orc wearing a clan-style battle armor embellished with animal bones, with a single ponytail, is holding an exaggeratedly large axe that roars and roars in blood-red anger, standing in front of Marshal Lothar.

   On the ground around him, there were four or five corpses of paladins lying on the ground.

   "How did Orgrim Doomhammer die at the hands of a weak warrior like you? You must have used some weak trick, right?"

  The warsong clan chief, the most valiant and most arrogant legendary warrior the world of Draenor could produce, Grom Hellscream, looked down at Anduin Lothar, who was defeated by his axe.

   The most capable war chief snorted in disdain. The anger around him gathered, entwined into the pattern of evil spirits, like a real beast, roaring at Lothar.

   His blood red eyes were full of sarcasm.

   Without even giving Lothar the time to answer, he raised the Gorehowl battle axe in his hand, and in the blood-colored anger that turned into a demon, the powerful and cruel orc chief said:

   "It's okay, don't have to answer, I don't care."

   "The weak guy doesn't deserve to live! Whether it's Orgrim or you"

   (end of this chapter)