Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 620 173. Don't come here! Smelly woman! -Added updates for the brothers who rewarded [2830]

   The disaster in Dalaran is finally over.

After this long day, after successive attacks by black dragons, orcs, demons, world destroyers and polluters, this magical city that once stood proudly on the land of the northern border suffered its collapse and collapsed to the end. time.

   Once existed as the city of Dalaran, but now there is only a giant sinkhole the size of a city.

   More distressing than the destruction of the city is the casualty of the caster.

  The Kirin Tor alone lost one-tenth of the high-level mages today, and even an archmage in the six-member council died in the line of duty. Archmage Delandon was struck by Archimonde's Death Finger during the battle against the Defiler, and his soul was shattered on the spot.

  The archmages are leading Antonidas to hold a simple but solemn funeral for Archmage Drandon on the banks of Lake Lordamere, which has been permanently diverted.

  Many high-level mages and little mages who survived the catastrophe went to participate.

   In addition, many paladins and priests also died on the front line against the demons, which left the hearts of those who survived.

   Their sacrifice was great.

  The Academy of Nar'Thalas sheltered the civilians and little wizards in the city at the beginning of the disaster, and escorted by Paladins and veterans, these rescued people were moved to a messy Silverpine forest at the last moment.

   They did not have mass casualties, but they also lost everything but their lives today.

   But no one complained.

  After seeing the ravages of the world destroyers and polluters with their own eyes, the people who survived have only joy and gratitude in their hearts. That kind of apocalyptic scene is by no means human beings can shake.

   After the disaster finally passed, it is already a blessing in misfortune to have so many lives left.

   The night wind blew away the last trace of gunpowder smoke, just like the stinking pirate's emotion before, the night sky tonight is unbelievably pure, and as soon as you look up, you can see the incomparably fresh Milky Way and the warm moon.

The old Pope Fao, who was guarding in Lordaeron, worked tirelessly with a batch of supplies brought from Lordaeron, and also brought hundreds of priests to comfort these exhausted innocents. mind.

Under his leadership, the surviving people carried out a large-scale prayer beside a deserted Dalaran crater. When the warm holy light shone on the body, the joy of escaping and the pain of loss would disappear from the dead. People come to mind.

   The low and sad cry was like a gust of wind, which could be heard far in the night.

   Even the mages who have always been indifferent and arrogant are bowing to the Holy Light sincerely tonight.

   They may not have replaced the truth with faith, but at such a tired moment, they have also removed their disguise, wanting to comfort and soothe their frightened hearts.

   Farther away, outside a desolate forest near the collapsed and abandoned, the priests and druids of the Luna Church are also praying with elves here.

The druids gathered up the corpses of their compatriots and collected the remains for them under the moonlight. These warriors will be taken back to the Moonlight Woodland, and their ashes will be scattered into the Luna Lake, sleeping forever in the embrace of nature. .

   And under the prayer of the Luna priest, the moonlight in the sky also slanted down like a human being. In that clear moonlight, it seems that even the pain and exhaustion in the soul will be washed away.

  This scene is completely different from the Holy Light, but it is equally sacred, and it also attracts many people who are hesitant to watch.

  Although it is not a good time, the priests of the Moon God still gently convey the grace and greatness of the Moon God to these aliens who have just experienced disasters.

   actually gained some believers.

   After all, in the victory of the Defiler's defeat, the appearance of the moon **** Elune was clearly seen by many people.

   Such a powerful world-destroying demon is no match for Luna's Light. Perhaps entrusting one's soul and faith to the great Elune is the way to righteous faith.

   The high-ranking priest of the Church of the Holy Light, Isen Lien, was gnashing his teeth in this scene. He could not wait to rush over now, let the elves have a good taste of the "iron fist" of the Holy Light, and drive away all those heretics!

  How dare they preach their blasphemous heresy on the land of holy light!

   They should all be burned at the stake!

   But the Druids and Luna priests really did a lot in the anti-magic war just now, and making a fuss now will make the people see the narrowness of the Holy Light Church.

   After thinking about it, Pastor Ethan Lien can only suffer from this dumb loss.

   He turned his hatred of infidels into more fanatical preaching, and with a group of like-minded pastors, he began to more enthusiastically preach the greatness of the Holy Light to the people.

   has a faint meaning of fighting against the opposite Luna Church.

   Actually, these extreme fanatics are just a little crazy, but they are not stupid.

   This can be seen from the performance of the Rende Society at this time. Those fanatical nature protectors also suffered casualties, but they are enthusiastically presenting some magical seeds to the victims of Dalaran.

   These seeds are catalyzed by natural magic.

   As long as it is planted in the soil under the moonlight and watered with a little water, small trees that can grow pine nuts and fruits can be formed overnight, although they will wither after only a few days.

   But for these starving people, these seeds are too useful.

   Of course, magic seeds are not given for free.

  The Druids of the Rende Society will ask people to follow the way of nature in their future lives, and they must also listen carefully to the Druids' natural cycle theory.

   At the same time, some "private goods" are entrained.

  For example, a **** hunter like Hemet Nesingwary is the enemy of all life. After encountering it, he must let the guardian of nature, Rende, inform him of his itinerary in time.

   "I should have fired a cold shot and killed all those Druids when the army was in chaos just now! When someone asks, they say they died at the hands of demons.

   I'm still a personal card or something. "

   Hemet, who was standing beside his iron griffon, complained while drinking wine with his dwarf brothers. Muradin and Falstad were both in a low mood.

   They came to the northern border as Lothar's guards, but they failed to fulfill their duties as guards.

   Marshal Lothar has been sent to a secret place under the Church to cultivate, and it is very likely that the great man will never wake up.

   "Blame those Amani trolls! And those greenskins!"

  Muradin was drinking and said angrily:

   "It's time to kill them all! How can they let them run away. What happened to that old knife handle of Dai Lin this time? Why didn't he show kindness before?"

   "It was too messy before."

  Falstad drank a glass of wine and said helplessly:

   "Those orcs ran away after fighting the demons. They had dragons, and our gryphons were too damaged to catch up with them. It's not Daelin's fault, he was also injured while fighting the demons.

   As for the Amani trolls, you don't have to worry.

  The elves of Quel'Thalas couldn't take this breath, even if Zul'jin was dead, those vengeful elves would send a large army to destroy the last city of Amani.

   This time the Wildhammer dwarves will also participate!

   is for Marshal Lothar. "

   "Speaking of which, what about those dragons?"

  Hemet spat at the camp of the Druids of the Rende Society, and then looked back at the dwarf brothers, he asked in a low voice:

   "I saw them just now, why did they disappear without a trace?"

   "They went back to their dreams."

   Muradin sighed and said:

   "It is said that their queen was wounded, and the heroic little blue dragon who saved us all was escorted back to Northrend by her people.

  The kings all sent her invitations, and she can come back to play whenever she wants.

   That little girl has a good personality, and she drinks boldly, just a little.

   Hmm, kinda silly.

   was damaged by the stinky pirate beside her. That guy made a lot of money this time. Before nightfall, he sneaked away to the coast with a bunch of offal under his command.

   Count the time, they should have reached the beach by now, right?

  I was thinking of taking the time to beat him up, he tricked my brother out of civilization, what a cunning bad thing. "

   "I heard that guy has a deep background?"

  Falstad was also interested. He took out three dwarf pipes from his pocket and distributed them to Hemet and Muradin.

   "Muradin, you have a deep friendship with him. Tell me about him. I heard Marshal Lothar say that he is a very magical person? It is said that there is nothing in the world that he does not know?"

   "He was a prophet, or at least claimed to be a prophet."

  Muradin also exhaled the smoke ring and said:

   "That guy is really powerful, he can get everything, it is said that he has his own fleet at sea, but you have to be very vigilant when dealing with him, otherwise, if you don't get it right, you will be tricked into doing things by him.

I.

  Cough, I have a friend who is like this. He cheated and smeared him for two days! However, he is also generous in his shots, and he is a person who can make friends.

   The premise is that he really treats you as a friend. "

   Having said that, Prince Bronzebeard touched the small dark gray flying hammer on his waist.

  When he was bragging with the dwarf brothers, occasionally a touch of moonlight came over, and the small flying hammer would reflect a strange luster of the sky full of stars.

   In the previous battle, Muradin used this flying hammer mixed with Luna Steel to kill several lesser demon lords, with amazing power.

   But every time he touches this newly forged Storm Hammer, the dwarf prince gets a headache. He hasn't forgotten that he agreed to another request from the smelly pirate.

   said that when the time is right, he will go to Tol Barad, where Black is, and forge something for him.

   Dwarves, a kind of outspoken guy, generally don't like to owe favors, and now he is even more doubtful about what kind of things Black wants him to forge.

   What if that guy is used to do bad things?

   Uh, okay.

   His doubts are actually meaningless. After thinking about it with the wine glass in his hand, he knows that the stinky pirate must use the magic weapon he forged to do bad things.

   Alas, what a headache, it's all because of that idiot Brian!

   Let yourself fall into the path of a stinky pirate by accident, and can no longer be a righteous partner.

   Just when Muradin was drinking in an unusually melancholy mood, deeper in the druids' camp, in the depths of the Silverpine Forest, which had just been ravaged by Deathwing's "miniature cataclysm".

  The Watcher Warden Ms. Nasa was lurching forward in the dark moonlight. After crossing a strangely raised ridge, she entered a hidden woodland.

  Under the moonlight, Nasa gasped at the sight of the scene.

  Seven or eight fel energy crystal prisms suspended on the ground reflect cold and weird arcs under the moonlight, and in each fel energy prism, a demon lord is sealed.

   These are the berserkers who were summoned by the black knights to create chaos in the Dalaran chaos. They were killed by Illidan, and the rest are basically here.

   In addition to the unlucky demons, there are even two black dragons with fearful expressions that are sealed in the shadowed crystals. Of course, they are "imprisoned" in human form.

   "Ms. Maiev."

   Nasa stepped forward and found Maiev Shadowsong who was sitting cross-legged on the ground and praying quietly in the moonlight among the prisms shaped by the secret technique of the watchmen.

  The latter is still the classic dress of the watchman's armor, a white ponytail fluttering in the wind behind the armor, her thorn knife wheel is placed beside her, and she can pick it up for battle.

   "Where's your armor? Why wear an assassin's outfit? What about your weapon? Why use two demon swords? That's not the standard weapon of the Warden, it will weaken your combat effectiveness."

   Maiev asked in a calm tone.

   Made Nasa, who came over, bow her head and look ashamed, she said:

   "Sorry, ma'am, I let you down. I was trapped by the sly Black, and my gear became his trophy

   But I have found out his true identity.

He is the lost prince of Kul Tiras, Derek Proudmoore, the leader of the 'Templar Assassin' formed by Alonthos Fao himself in the Church of the Holy Light, and the Warlock School of the Academy of Nar'Thalas the great mentor.

   His identity is very complicated and he is suspected to be a prophet.

  According to the information I got, there are his shadows behind every major event happening in Northern Xinjiang today. "

   Maiev didn't care about what these information showed, she was only interested in one thing.

   She said in a weird tone:

   "He robbed you? Stripped you naked?"

"No!"

  Nasa immediately denied it, blushing and explained:

   "I resisted desperately, and I also left my underwear, that weird elemental demigod, like Blake Shaw, is a nasty guy! It should be put in a cage!"

   "Hehe, I really hold revenge."

   Maiev chuckled softly.

   She stood up suddenly, grabbed her thorn knife wheel, and said to Nasa:

   "Send these prisoners back to the Watchmen's cage, it's so empty it's uncomfortable.

  You go back to pick up a new set of armor from Merlin, and then go to Mount Hyjal on behalf of the watchers, and report to Tyrande the original demonic invasion that happened in the Eastern Continent today.

   By the way, tell her that Illidan fled to the outer world, and we have lost track of him.

   Over the next period of time, the Watchers go into a rest period, and you and Sera focus on training new recruits. The demonic invasion heralds an age of turmoil, and we must prepare for it. "

   "Yes! Madam."

  Nasa did the old watchman etiquette, and when she saw Maiev was leaving, she whispered again:

   "But, ma'am, about that pirate"

   "He defeated my best lieutenant, who has proven himself a threat. Combined with the fact that I've lost track of Illidan Stormrage, I'm out of work for now.

   is like a short 'vacation' in a long garrison. "

   Maiev Shadowsong raised her thorn blade, rubbed the blade with her icy gauntlet, and a moon-white spirit owl flapped its wings and landed on Maiev's shoulder.

   The warden stopped, looked up at the moonlight above her head, and said softly:

   "This time, I will come in person!"

   (end of this chapter)