Azeroth Trail of Light

Although walking in the depths of the same dungeon, Dick knew nothing about the battle that took place in Azjol Nerub.

He didn't come for the Lord of the Crypt. The three of Old Fording were enough to deal with Anub'arak. He had more important things to do, about another war.

Ahnkahet, this is another name for the "ancient kingdom" in the language of the arachnoids. The arachnids have established a huge kingdom under the icy frozen ground of Northrend. The deeper the land, the kingdom is indulged in time. The more profound the traces of, compared to Azjol Nerub's stronger rule of the Nerubian civilization and the tragic color of the final defeat, the remains of this well-preserved ancient kingdom appear brighter.

According to Lor'themar, after the demise of Azjol Nerub, the remaining Nerubs were still hiding in this deeper city, stubbornly resisting the dark will from the Alsace Lich King. It's hard to tell if there is something tricky in it.

At least Dick didn’t believe that only the defeat of the remnants of the spider demon could block the dark army that crossed Northrend, and the combined strength of the entire civilized world could withstand the silent assault of the undead. These remnants of the spider demon absolutely It will not be stronger than the entire civilized world, so if Anub'arak, who supervises the battle here, releases the water, or the Nerubians have received support from other forces...

Dick thinks it is the latter, because he knows that in the depths of this ancient kingdom, there are indeed third-party forces hidden.

This is why he came here.

Existing in the distorted state of the light of the shadow of the leaves, the paladin quickly walked in this ancient ruin, all the way to the depths, surrounded by various forms of spider monsters, there are spider magic with human bodies and spider bodies. Teacher, there are also the spider warriors who are completely gray big spiders, and those spider webs all over the ground and walls, and those fist-sized blood-red little spiders.

Everything shows the danger here, and the most surprising thing is that the order here still exists!

At least on the surface.

Under the ancient city wall engraved with Nerubian Nerubian symbols of civilization, the surviving Nerubian soldiers are still doing their best to stop every intruder, but after entering here, that breath is deeper than darkness, But it is reminding everyone who enters here that in this ancient city, there are hidden things that are more dangerous than the spider monsters and the undead.

"Idiot, the chaos here is so strong!"

The deeper he went, the more difficult it became for Dick to hide his figure. He had to devote part of his energy to the power of suppressing the eager order. Anvina, who was sitting on his shoulders, twitched her nose, and then whispered. ,

"I smelled the same breath as C'Thun's Temple of Ahn'Qiraj!"

"Well, I am here for this!"

Dick's left hand hidden in his sleeve moved, and the silver-white halo was getting brighter and brighter. Resch, who was sitting on his left shoulder, also followed An Wei Na, sniffed his nose, milky and milky. Say,

"Will you break this place? Dick, there is an underground river near here."

The Paladin stretched out his hand and flicked Little Resch's head, "No... at least not now."

"Little guys, keep it steady, we need to speed up!"

Dick looked around, and he didn't hide his body anymore. A golden flash of thunder passed through the collapsed wall of Ankahet and flashed into a well hidden cave under the root of the wall, which was the gateway to Ankahe. The really deep channel, even in the game, this channel is extremely secretive.

For thousands of years, the Nerubian has dug countless secret passages underneath. This is just one of Ankahet's hidden secrets.

Passing through the narrow, cold, dark tunnel, you see rows of tents. Judging from the scattered and regular distribution, it is obviously not left by the predecessors, but people are living here. This The sight made Anwina let out an exclamation, and a clear smile appeared on Dick's face under his hood.

"They are really here! This group of hiding mice!"

"Who are they? Stupid."

"Hehe, who else? Twilight Cult! A bunch of idiots who worship Yogg-Saron."

"Then... do you want to drown them? Dick, here is closer to the underground river!"

"No... Marton's Demon Battlefield is where they should go."

The Twilight Cultists hidden in the dungeon of Ankahet did not know that a evil star was about to come to their door. At this time, they were gathering in the square left by the ancient kingdom of the spider demon as usual. Under the auspices of Bishop Yegoda Shadow Seeker, daily prayers were carried out.

The Shadow Seeker herself is a female orc. From the perspective of her age, she is no longer young, but the "gift" from the ancient gods allowed her to continue to be active at an age when she should have died. She could live a long time. At this time, facing the sincere prayers of nearly a thousand ancient gods, her face was full of satisfaction, and the prayers of the believers changed in the waving of the ice-blue worm-limbed staff in her hand. It gets bigger and bigger, and eventually oscillates back and forth across the square.

The crazy talk of worshiping ancient gods even formed waves of small noises in this square, which became more distorted and paranoid.

These fanatics are wearing blue and purple robes. They are all users of magic. Frankly speaking, if you don’t count their crazy beliefs that everyone rejects, this large group of wizards gathered here. , Can be regarded as a powerful force.

In fact, these fanatics have only recently migrated here. They were originally distributed in various places throughout the world, from the desolate and desolate places to the lonely Silithus in the desert, and from Quel'Thalas. From the land of ghosts to the hot and humid Stranglethorn Vale, there are their tireless figures of "overthrowing the world order" everywhere.

And a small part of these people are newly “attached” newcomers. After the assassination of Benedictus in Stormwind, many cultists belonging to the N'Zoth family of the Thousand Beard Demon are all in the Kingdom of Stormwind. Under the brutal suppression of, among the people who migrated, they came to Northrend and took refuge in the seemingly stronger Yogg-Saron again.

This allowed the Shadow Seeker to receive a commendation. Yogg-Saron sent a herald. Soon after, the Shadow Seeker would follow him to the temple of the ancient gods and receive the gift of higher power.

Everything is great!

Except for the **** Nerubians, some of them refused to accept the gift of the great master, and even attacked his servants. The Shadow Seeker looked at the nearly a thousand believers who were attached before her, and she wondered if she wanted to launch one recently." The war of faith" completely defeated those Nerubians who were still resisting.

The Shadow Seeker thought about these things. She raised her arms gently, and the power from Yogg-Saron in her body swayed, pushing her body up to the statue of the Nerubian God that had been destroyed by more than half. At the top, and then said loudly in an accented and frustrated voice,

"The power of the elements will rise and take back the world tainted by civilization! Only the most devout believers can survive!"

As her fanatical voice sounded, the believers who knelt on the ground responded hoarsely,

"We serve him faithfully!"

The Shadow Seeker lowered his voice and yelled in a low voice,

"As long as you devote all your body and mind to the great Yogg Saron, even you can get immortal life!"

The believers responded again,

"We respect him respectfully!"

The Shadow Seeker was very satisfied. She opened her left hand as if she was holding an invisible heavy object.

"Here, in the place closest to his territory! You can personally experience this powerful and insurmountable power!"

"In order to come here, you have traveled long distances and experienced hardships, and your piety will surely be rewarded!"

The believers stood up in silence, raised their hands, and seemed to be cheering silently. Here, the prayer is almost over, the voice of the shadow seeker is still suspended in the air, and her voice is like the last cheer, changing Got louder and louder,

"Believers, you have reasons to be happy and cheer! But we still have a lot of unfinished business! Before the entire Azeroth is overshadowed by him, we will continue to work hard!"

She stretched out a finger, seeming to be guided by a certain will from the void. In the eyes of countless believers, her finger pointed at a dark iron dwarf cultist with excitement, she whispered ,

"Come on, believer, Yogg Saron has chosen you, and he will bestow infinite power!"

So in the eyes of other cultists that were so jealous and hated, the black iron dwarf stepped forward excitedly, his feelings burst out of nowhere, he knelt directly on the ground, and cried out in a choked voice,

"I am willing to give everything I have for Yogg-Saron's great cause! Give all my loyalty!"

"Very well, the great ancient **** has seen your loyalty, come on, and accept the power of this unparalleled ancient god!"

Yegoda Shadowseeker’s staff was raised, and the top of her staff was shining with chaotic purple energy, like a real gift, about to fall on the body of the fanatical dark iron dwarf, but the next moment, A brighter and hotter touch, like a golden pillar of fire, the holy flame smashed from the dark dome of Ankahet enveloped the Dark Iron Dwarf Cultist who was waiting for the gift and the Yegoda Shadow Seeker who could not dodge completely. .

The dark iron dwarf was melted in an instant, and the more powerful shadow seeker, the shadow and chaotic energy of the whole body supported her to escape, but she only had time to let out a short wailing, and then in the eyes of everyone, she wrapped her The flesh and blood of the strong chaotic power was ignited, and in the endless sacred flames, her slightly hump-backed bones appeared, and in the end, even the burning bones turned into a smear of dust.

Two people, two living beings, were erased from this world in this cruelest way, and even the soul could not escape.

"Keng"

The wind chasing sword wrapped in golden lightning and the sacred light pierced under the stone slabs of the square, and a tall figure walked out of the golden holy flame. Following his footsteps, the holy flame was completely gathered at this moment, like It was like a tamed servant, and from beginning to end, his gaze did not fall on these stunned cultists, but kept looking at the spider silk avenue not far away from the Spider Demon God.

There is deeper and greater chaos entrenched there.

"Ahem... I'm sorry, I interrupted your enthusiastic gathering... But what I want to say is that you will be sentenced to exile. The place of exile is another world. Do you have any opinions on this?"