Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 609 162. Lothar's Last Lesson--Adding Updates to the Birth of a Baby 【1730】

During the violent earthquake, the Paladins and priests who rushed from Lordaeron quickly entered the Sanctuary of Nar'Thalas. There were already innocents who couldn't bear the power of the dream and were "thrown" back to reality from the Emerald Dream. .

   They migrated out through the ruins of the muddy and collapsed city under the leadership of the Paladins.

  Despite the scope of the cataclysm caused by Deathwing's fury, the entire region of Tirisfal has no security at all.

   But certainly not staying in Dalaran.

   Because there are demons here.

  Those cruel creatures have been attacked by dragons before, but their cruel nature makes them unwilling to give up the great cause of destroying Azeroth at all.

   Even in the desperate situation where Deathwing wanted to destroy the city in his rage, there were still iron-headed demons rushing into the city.

   They are not just for destruction.

   Mainly on Mardun's side, the polluters have been impatient to wait, the great demon Archimonde must enter Azeroth today, and complete the destruction that has been delayed for 10,000 years.

  The brutal leader made a message, and the demon workers and workers had to bite the bullet and rush towards Azeroth no matter how unwilling they were.

   Besides, they won't really die in the material world, so they should come to "appreciate" the apocalypse.

   "That orc is dead, he is brave, but he is dead."

   And the scene over Lordamere Lake was also seen by the human reinforcements who entered Dalaran at a critical moment. Dai Lin grabbed the two war knives and maintained her balance as the ground shook.

   For the veteran sailors who have been fighting on the sea all the year round, the vibration of the now weakened cataclysm is not as strong as the sea tide in the violent storm.

   Dai Lin and his soldiers stood firm, and Lady Jinjian was a little fragile, so she was being held by her lover, maintaining a difficult balance.

The king raised his head and saw the scene of Grom Hellscream roaring towards Deathwing. He saw the fallen dragon raised its head and spewed flames of shadow that melted everything at Grom, and commented with disdain. .

  Daelin respects brave warriors, but he hates all greenskins.

  So, let's die, he doesn't feel bad anyway.

   "Fina is there!"

   Mrs. Jinjian in his arms saw the little stars flying wildly in the sky screaming, avoiding the flying boulders, and a man and a woman behind the beautiful little blue dragon princess.

   She was relieved when she saw Fenna Jinjian beside Blake, and Dai Lin also saw the man beside Fenna.

   His size, his posture, the tattered armor on his body, the red strips of cloth on his face, and the long blond hair that is always hidden.

   The same long blonde hair as little Jaina!

   The Admiral's heart skipped a beat, followed by a surge of ecstasy.

   "Why are you still laughing?"

   Mrs. Jinjian raised her head and said dissatisfiedly:

   "Your daughter is still in danger, you don't save her! Why are you still laughing? What's so funny about it?"

   "Ah, I just saw the bravery of our precious daughter, a true warrior who has no fear in the face of Deathwing. She doesn't need my help, Gina.

   Our daughter has proven that she can protect herself. "

   Dai Lin hurriedly suppressed the smile on her face, but his raised mouth represented the ecstasy and joy in his heart that could not be concealed at this time, he coughed, turned his head and shouted to the soldiers behind him:

   "Disperse! Free our people and send them into the ranks of the paladins and priests.

  The tidesages have instructed Colonel Taylor to take our three ships to the coast of Gilneas, where the Silverpine Forest is badly damaged, and the people there will need our help. "

Behind him, Lothar with the Emperor's Sword and the soldiers of Stormwind also rushed into the swaying and crumbling Dalaran. In addition to the elite of General Varian, King Terenas also sent Marshal Garithus. Bring a group of elite soldiers into here as support.

   At this time, Lothar shone with a strange rune light, which was the effect obtained after he used Stromka to open the human courage test to Odin, the king of war.

   This means Odin is watching them.

  This trial is not done overnight, Odin is very strict in the selection of heroic spirits.

  Although in the decisive battle in the Burning Plains, he had selected a group of heroic spirits to enter the Hall of Valor, but in order for humans to become "Titan Familiar" again, he must confirm that the civilization of humans deserves attention.

   This is Odin, a stubborn Titan guardian, a stubborn old man, and a guy who values ​​the sense of ritual and "procedural justice".

   But Lothar was willing to accept this harsh trial.

  Although Black, the "prophet", didn't tell Lothar how the world would work in the future, he didn't need to say much, Lothar understood that an era of chaos and change was coming.

   With the current status of human beings, if they want to survive and continue in this increasingly terrifying world, they must be protected by the glory of their ancestors.

  Elves and dwarves also have advantages, and humans also need their own advantages.

  King Varian Wrynn next to Lothar clutched a knight's warhammer. He looked at the distance above his head, and Grom Hellscream miraculously rushed out of Deathwing's shadowy flames.

  The orc was burning with flames, but he still roared and landed on Deathwing's head, swinging his flaming Goreroar axe, and slashing at the fallen dragon.

   Relying on Brox's previous wound, Grom Hellscream found a way to defeat Deathwing, and he kept expanding that wound.

   Every time he swung his axe, the mighty Deathwing cried out in pain.

   That scene was like wrestling with God!

  The phoenix carried the legendary mages to join the battle, and the little star also began to build up the courage to "squeak" towards Deathwing at a high altitude.

   "Holy Light, how on earth did we defeat these green-skinned monsters? They could even compete with Deathwing."

  Varian looked at the battle above his head with the envy of a warrior. If he was stronger, he might be able to represent the warriors of mankind and join the battle that was destined to be passed down in history.

   "Don't think about it, we defeated them, and this is the result."

  Lothar patted Varian on the shoulder and said:

   "And don't envy the great things of others, little Varian, you are destined to create your own legend in the future. Our people need us now.

  Follow me! "

   The old marshal waved his hand, and a group of veterans behind him followed. They took the initiative to meet the demons who came from the broken city to slaughter innocents.

   The air cavalry of the dwarves has also been launched. Today, Muradin and Falstad, who are full of fire, are commanding the griffin knights, and they are constantly attacking the demons.

   Behind them, more and more innocents escaped from the power of dreams.

   It's not that the green dragons are not strong, it's mainly that the fresh life entering the dreamland will be rejected by that special plane, and ordinary people who don't study the way of dreamland will be "assimilated" in it.

   They can't stay in the dream for too long.

   But fortunately, this time is enough for them to survive the most terrifying moment of the cataclysm. As Deathwing was besieged again, the rolling of the power of the earth has stopped.

   Time to leave this **** city and never come back!

   This unlucky ghost place!

   "Marshal! Please save our children!"

   In the continuous and orderly evacuation, a human couple cried and rushed to Lothar's feet. They hugged Lothar's armor and shouted:

"Those trolls! Those Amani trolls, they robbed our children, and many elves, and they declared that they would sacrifice our children unless you or Prince Kael'thas came over in person. Dedicated to their evil gods.

   They arrested a lot of people.

   Marshal Lothar, please save them. "

   "Trolls?"

  Lothar frowned, he helped the human couple up, and asked:

   "Where are they?"

   "That castle!"

   The pale-faced human man who had been frightened by today's "exciting things" pointed tremblingly at the burning violet castle in the center of the broken city.

He says:

   "The trolls broke through there, and many of the little mages were captured. The troll chieftain of Zul'jin spared some people, let's get the word out.

The    elves went to save people, but they were stopped and they suffered heavy losses. "

   "Can't go, it's a trap."

   Grand Duke Fordragon, who was beside Varian, grabbed Lothar's wrist and said in a deep voice:

   "I heard about Zul'jin in the war, a troll known for his cunning and cruelty, and the troll leader that gave Quel'Thalas a headache. It is said that he has been trying to rebuild the Amani troll empire.

   He's coming for you, Marshal Lothar.

   Once he can really kill you, his reputation among the trolls will immediately peak, and it will be easy to answer all the calls, and he will use your head as his 'coronation' ceremony. "

   "Look me in the eyes! Tell me to let the trolls slaughter my people! Bolvar!"

  Lothar scolded at this moment, causing the Grand Duke to lose his words for a moment.

   The old marshal shook his head, and he said warmly to the two human couples behind us who were weeping bitterly:

   "You retreat first, and I will rescue your children, I promise! I promise those Amani trolls will never hurt anyone from now on."

   "We believe in you, Marshal, that you have the courage of Thorium."

  The couple evacuated with the paladins with great gratitude and watched them leave. Lothar took a deep breath and glanced at the sword of the emperor in his hand.

He says:

   "Stormka became famous in the war with the Amani trolls, maybe it was fate, maybe it was a coincidence, but today's battle, I have to go.

Look!

  This sword already feels the breath of an ancient enemy, and it is urging me to drink the blood of trolls and win! "

  Lothar laughed.

   As bold as he was in his youth, he turned and patted Varian on the shoulder, saying:

   "Whether I can come back or not, Varian, continue on your way, keep going if you decide, don't be disturbed by other people. There are not many things I can teach you, and you will definitely be better than me in the future.

  You stay here!

   Command the soldiers in my place, and make sure the innocents are evacuated from this doomed city. "

   "I'm going with you!"

   Varian clenched his fists and said:

   "The Grand Duke can take command in my place, I must go! I have lost a father."

   "Let him go."

   Bolvar grabbed his sword and said in a deep voice:

   "I swear in the name of House Fordragon that I will not allow the demons to harm our people. His Majesty Varian must witness today's battle, and he has good reason.

  Old Marshal, you can't stop him. "

   "You can't fight trolls with a warhammer, those **** recover faster than you can, use this!"

The rear is bringing a team of great sword knights to Dalaran's Commander Stormgard. The outstanding Danas Trollbane took off the ferocious double-edged battle axe behind him and handed it to Vari. install.

He says:

"This battle axe has been with me for many years. It was handed down by my grandfather, and its name is 'Torbane'! It has been tempered by the secret method of the 'troll killer' family, and the trolls cut by it cannot restore again.

  I'd rather kill those **** myself if I could, but now I want to protect the people, so, Your Majesty Varian, go to war in my place! "

General    Trollbane showed a sneer, he shoved his battle axe into Varian's hand, and said:

   "Hack at least one troll **** for me! Of course the more the better."

   "Marshal, are you going to kill trolls? Count me in!"

   The Wildhammer High Lord Falstad in the air heard something related to the trolls and became interested immediately. The Eagle's Nest Mountains, where the Wildhammers live, are also teeming with trolls, who are also the enemies of the Wildhammers.

He would ride his mighty griffin down, grab a giant warhammer as tall as everyone else, and yell and invite Lothar and Varian to mount his griffin and slay the trolls together. .

  Under the general's gaze, Lothar and Varian mounted the Griffon, and flew toward the burning Violet Castle amid the shouts of the Wildhammer dwarves.

   There is not far, just because Deathwing shattered the ground, making it impossible to travel.

The Griffin flew fast and steadily. As they approached the top of the castle, Lothar and Varian jumped down and landed firmly. Looking down from their position, they could still see the wizards and wizards of the Quel'dorei. Rangers are attacking the castle gate.

   And at the very top of this castle, a cruel blood sacrifice is halfway through.

  The troll chief Zul'jin sat on the corpses of several elves with a gloomy expression. Behind him, the lord of magic, Malakas, was sending a tied terrified elves to the temporary altar.

   There is blood from sacrifices everywhere, and strange incense sticks around.

   Seeing Lothar's arrival, the surrounding Amani Berserkers howled and raised their weapons and rushed over, but the old marshal didn't care, just stretched out his hand and pulled out the Emperor's Sword behind him.

   "bass"

The moment   Sdomka was pulled out this time, it began to hum. It felt the siege of the ancient enemy, and it transmitted its power to Lothar.

   is like giving the old marshal a "troll fear aura".

   No matter how brave the trolls are when they see Stromka's blade, they will be aroused by the most basic fear in their hearts. They hug their heads and leave, screaming in horror:

   "No! That sword! That sword of destruction!"

   "The troll enemy is here!"

   "He's going to kill us all, run! Run!"

"Hahaha"

  Lothar laughed at this moment. He looked back at Varian who was carrying Talbane's battle axe behind him. He said:

   "Look, Varian, this is what happens to the losers! Their civilization was destroyed by us 3,000 years ago, and that ancient fear still haunts their hearts to this day.

  You have to remember what they look like, and you have to let them teach you the bitterness of failure.

   You can never let humans fall into this situation.

   We still have hope and a future.

   But they.

   They are gone! "

   (end of this chapter)