Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 580 133. Hero's Burden

   First the dragon's war, and then the meteorite that fell from the sky.

  Green flames rise in the sun, the blue dragons who keep entering the city through the gates of light in the sky, and the evil flame hellfire demons standing up from violent earthquakes.

  All these things that originally only existed in the story suddenly appeared in front of ordinary people, which is indeed a terrible challenge to their fragile cognitive ability.

   But for those who are well-informed, these are just "battlefield beacons" when the strong are fighting. Those kinds of vivid signs are "warning" everyone around, and the weak should not approach!

   But in fact, the main battle is over. The six black dragons were frozen into ice cubes by the angry blue dragons. Under the order of the spell weavers, they would bring these black dragons back to the magic hub for "judgment".

  The elite blue dragons "replaced" the guards of Lordaeron and "guarded" the royal city. The blue dragons suspected that there should be hidden black dragons or their followers in the city.

   Black dragons are damned!

   The scumbags who worship the black dragon should all be damned!

   But Deathwing never showed up, and he didn't know if he ran away or hid in the dark to observe secretly.

Xiaoxing reported to the spell weaver that there must be at least one black dragon hiding in the Ravenhold Manor in Hillsbrad Hills, so five or six adult blue dragons, led by Xiaoxing, mighty. Go to the Assassin League headquarters.

   Spellweavers still sit over Lordaeron.

  The old blue dragon was in a happy mood today, but also cold as iron.

  I finally came to the Eastern Continent once, and I managed to catch the traces of the hidden black dragons. This time I didn’t seize the opportunity to raise them all. What’s the point of Malygos as a spell weaver?

   But the blue dragons are "very measured",

   They are only concerned with the affairs of the black dragon, and they will never interfere in the battle between humans and orcs, and between humans and humans.

  Therefore, although the blue dragons could easily perceive the assassination and attack of Lothar by Kargath, they still chose to stand by and watch.

The melee between the human knights and the Shattered Hand Orcs is still going on, but the situation on Lothar's side has undergone a very subtle change. It should have been a battle between humans and Orcs, but it will evolve into a "battle" between Orcs and Orcs. .

"Ha ha."

In the front, facing Rexxar's "persuasion", Kargath just sneered a few times with his broken hands. His fingers moved to remove a poisoned battle axe from the back of his waist, and he waved his own **** axe. 's blade fist.

   In a tone of intimidation and threats, he said to Rexxar:

   "What if I don't want to obey your preaching? Boy, you Brox dog! What right do you have to tell me this? You betrayed your clan, you betrayed Orgrim.

   Now, are you going to choose to betray your compatriots again? "

   Kargath's insults did not arouse the wrath of the orc hunter, he just silently raised the two runic battle axes.

   Left-handed axe "Misha", right-handed axe "Rema".

  This is a very legendary weapon in the Draenor world, representing the history of the clan. The history carried by these two axes is not long, and the clan they belong to is not considered famous among all orcs.

   But as long as the orcs have heard the stories of the Mok'Nathal clan, they will pay the highest respect to these powerful hunters.

   They are the "elves" among the orcs.

  A random person from the    clan, even a child, has strength and skills comparable to the most valiant hunters of other clans. Hunting is an instinct inscribed in the bones and souls of all the orcs of the Mok'Nasa clan.

When Rexxar raised his battle axe, the lazy big brown bear also stood up at this moment, roaring angrily at Kargath, the eagles neighed in the sky, and there were also porcupines humming in the streets behind. .

   "If you don't listen, then I'll 'persuade' you. If persuasion doesn't work, I'll knock you out and take you away."

  Rexxar's tone was still unhurried, but Kargath made a defensive action, which was the extremely keen sense of danger he cultivated in the ogre arena in his early years.

   Chief Shattered Hand didn't know Rexxar's specific strength, but only knew that Brox valued this lowly hybrid. In addition, Rexxar has always been very low-key, and basically no one has heard his name.

   Contempt for such a person is a normal reaction.

   But it was only when it angered Rexxar that Kargath realized how difficult this kid was. One Legendary Hunter, plus three Legendary War Beasts

   He alone can destroy a clan overnight if he wants to.

How could someone like    be so unknown before?

"leave."

  Rexxar, who was wearing a wolf head mask with a bat, seemed to sense Kargath's hesitation, and he said softly:

   "This is not the place for us orcs. This land and its creatures are cursing us. We should have left long ago."

  “嘁”

   Chief Shattered Hand looked back at the old marshal Lothar lying in Varian's arms. This life-saving chief calculated the gains and losses in his heart, pouted, stepped back into the shadows, and dispersed with the wind with his black hair swaying.

   This old man is dead.

  No one can save him, so let him die in pain.

   After all, this is the road to death, long and painful.

"Snapped"

   A bag of ground herbs was thrown in front of Varian and Lothar. Rexxar put his axe in his waist and touched Misha, the war bear beside him. He turned and left along the way he came.

   He said without looking back:

   "There is no cure for Kargath's poison, at least in our world. But Azeroth is the land of miracles, and there may be a cure for him here.

   This is the hunting poison of the Blood Ring clan. If he is helpless, these will at least make his death a little easier. "

   "Orcs! Die!"

  The brave Captain Halford Wymbane rode towards this direction. He saw the strange orc throwing things at the old marshal. He mistakenly thought that this guy was an important person who wanted to kill mankind.

   came to expel him with a sword.

  Rexxar didn't do anything, and Misha, the war bear behind him, also returned to a state of laziness.

   Until the captain rushed in front of Rexxar, the legendary hunter suddenly made his move, clasping the neck of the warhorse with his left hand, and punched upward with his right hand.

  The galloping warhorse pushed Rexxar back two steps and was forcibly stopped in place, while Captain Halford, who was on the warhorse, flew into the air by this punch, and fell to the ground with a spin.

   is already in a coma.

   "The least, courage is commendable."

   Rexxar grunted in the Orcish language, patted the long neck of the warhorse that had been soothed in his arms, and fed it a carrot.

   Then he took his big bear, war eagle and porcupine and left the war zone leisurely.

   "That orc."

Watching Rexxar leave, Vari'an felt a feeling that he didn't know how to describe. No matter what the guy's purpose was, he did indeed save Lothar and Shattered Hand from the brutal Kargath. he.

   Although the two orcs communicate in the Orcish language.

   But Varian understood their conversation, which complicated the young king's understanding of the orcs.

   Maybe not every greenskin is hopeless, but most of them are definitely bad!

   Varian quickly put the matter behind him.

   He looked at Lothar, who was weak in his arms. The latter was stabbed in the heart by Kargath. The toxin had entered the blood.

The anger of the    warrior was also melted by this strange poison, and each time Lothar tried to mobilize his anger to suppress the poison, it would bring him more severe pain.

  The Paladin King put his hands on Lothar's heart, he kept calling for the Holy Light, protecting the heart of the marshal who regarded him as his adoptive father's heart beating, and trying his best to save his life.

  The chaos at the gate of the royal palace attracted the attention of the defenders in the royal city. After the court mages confirmed that Lothar and Anduin were attacked, Marshal Garithus, who was in charge of the defense of the royal city, rushed out with a group of royal knights.

   Several other high priests immediately took over the healing of Lothar.

   "We are going to send the marshal to a safe place to detoxify his body, and this process cannot be disturbed."

   Marshal Garithers, who was wearing heavy combat armor, carefully checked the condition of the old marshal. He turned his head and said to the silent Varian in a serious tone:

   "His Majesty Varian can accompany me to the court, where the kings are waiting for the chaos to end, you are a noble person, and you should not be walking around in this uncertain situation.

   This is an unnecessary burden on your loyal subordinates. "

"I"

  Varian wanted to refute, but looking at Lothar, who was being put on a stretcher and was used by several priests to suppress the poison with holy light, his words seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't speak at all.

   Ten minutes later, outside a completely closed palace hall, the blood-covered high-ranking priest Ethan Lien strode out. Part of his blood came from previous battles.

The other side of    comes from emergency treatment.

   His face was stern and peered outside the palace, and the anxious Varian Wrynn said:

   "The toxin in Marshal Lothar's body is very strong, which will hinder the healing power of the Holy Light. We have used several magic spells to dispel the toxins, but they are not very effective.

   Maybe you should invite the Kaldorei's moon priests and druids to help heal them. They are good at moonlight magic and natural magic, and have unique insights into toxins.

   might be able to help. "

   "Isn't there even a way for your majesty?"

   Varian asked in despair, and the serious high priest shook his head and said:

   "Your Majesty just used his Holy Light to help Marshal Lothar temporarily stabilize the situation and prevent toxins from entering vital organs, but His Majesty has spent too much effort in presiding over the Holy Light Barrier to protect innocents.

   He has been ill recently. After the treatment for Marshal Lothar, he was exhausted and has now been sent back to the Royal Court Church to rest.

   In fact, it was His Majesty’s suggestion to invite the Kaldorei to join the healing. "

   "I'm going to invite them over now!"

  Varian took a deep breath, glanced at the closed palace, and said:

   "Also please take care of Marshal Lothar, he means a lot to me."

   "I can understand that Marshal Lothar will be safe under the protection of the Church."

  Isen Lien drew a religious symbol on his chest, and he urged:

   "Your Majesty, hurry up and leave."

The young king nodded. He quickly walked out of the palace, got on his horse, and rushed to the edge of the royal city with the knights, where the Luna priests and druids set up temporary shelters to protect Fearful civilians.

   There should be someone who can help Lothar.

   But it was not so peaceful in the blocked palace.

  Anduin Lothar, who was in a coma due to toxins and injuries, was placed on a table, surrounded by three high-level priests who were jointly presiding over a life-stabilizing holy light magic.

  The golden circle of light was wrapped around the old marshal's body, forming mysterious rune rings. The overflowing holy light rose along the ground and walls of the palace, reflecting a golden arc of light, which looked divine and unusual.

  There is also an ancient holy deed on Lothar’s chest, which comes from the holy relic carried by the Dathohan knight. The Pope used this thing to help Black temporarily cut off the connection with the hell.

   But with the blessing of such relics, Lothar's condition is still very bad.

   Every breath of the old marshal was very painful, as if he had swallowed a scorching coal.

   Around the palace, there are royal guards from the Kingdom of Stormwind and Lordaeron, as well as several Paladins standing guard. This defensive force can ensure that Lothar will not be harmed here.

   But it can prevent ordinary assassins, but it can't prevent those masters with the title of master.

   In the shadow of the holy light, two figures, one tall and one short, appeared silently.

   The short man held two wooden sticks in his hands, and the moment he appeared, he started with a slaughter feast, banging a circle of shadow dances, knocking out the guards and paladins who were in charge of defense around the entire palace with sap.

   And the taller strikes harder.

  The two daggers flew up and down, piercing the hearts of the three high-ranking priests in less than two seconds. The whole process was extremely smooth, which fully demonstrated the superb skills of the two.

   "Marshal Lothar."

  The tall assassin who quietly packed up the high-ranking priest appeared from the shadow of the billowing black smoke. He wore a black face scarf and a peculiarly shaped battle suit.

   On the face-covering towel, a pair of slightly aged, but still shrewd and powerful eyes were exposed, like the eyes of a real eagle.

   He walked in front of Lothar, whose holy light was gradually dissipating, and looked down at Lothar in pain. In a very gentle tone, he said to the unconscious Lothar:

   "I didn't have to come in person.

   But even if a great man like you wants to leave this indifferent world, he still needs an old friend to see him off. We have worked well together in the past, and in times of war even more closely.

  Unfortunately, things have come to this point. "

The   Assassin shook his head, the dagger in his hand turned over and touched Lothar's neck, he said:

   "If you stay in Stormwind Kingdom, I will protect you at all costs and let you live the rest of your life in peace. Why do you have to come back? I have already warned you."

   "Hurry up, don't chirp!"

   Next to Feng Fang, the little assassin was lying at the gate of the palace, looking out, he said sharply:

   "They're finished talking, hurry up!"

   "This is a farewell, and it requires a sense of ritual. You stupid dwarf, how many times have you said it, assassins also need a sense of ritual."

   The tall assassin said something dissatisfied, he turned his head again, leaned over to salute Lothar, then wiped the edge of the dagger, and put his hand on Lothar's hot forehead.

   The priest, who prayed for his baptism, said softly:

   "If you choose to be a hero, you must bear this burden. You have been carrying everyone's hopes and burdens for seven years, and I will feel tired just thinking about it, and you must be tired too.

   Let me free you, old friend. "

   As the voice fell, the dark dagger slashed downwards.

   Blood splattered.

   (end of this chapter)