Azeroth Trail of Light

Millhouse Manastorm felt that he was unlucky!

This **** world is against itself everywhere!

The power of the mage flows in the blood of the Mana Storm family, and the nature of the dwarf keeps them exploring beyond the mysterious world. Millhouse will not be the first dwarf mage who dedicated his life to the unknown world and secrets. It won't be the last one.

But Millhouse was indeed the craziest of them, or that he was the one with the best luck among all the crazy mages.

Azeroth’s magic is said to be bestowed by the Titans and managed by Malygos, the king of magic. It is limited to the world of Azeroth. Special spells such as teleportation will be distorted once they extend to a deeper level. Void will cause terrible consequences. Generally speaking, chaotic time and space vortex will be formed, which will eventually cause the caster to get lost in the dangerous space.

Millhouse suffered such a fate. It was the result of a magical experiment that was full of leaks. He didn't even have time to send a distress message to his old friend before he was involved in the space power of the riot.

So whether it was Wilfred, the Royal Warlock of Theramore, or Prager, the mysterious dwarf warlock, in short, they all thought Millhouse died in that terrible magic experiment, even his wife Millie Fucente thinks so too.

They even took time out to hold a small funeral for Millhouse.

But almost no one knew that Millhouse was not dead, and the crazy mage was teleported to another place.

The good news is that he survived. The bad news is that the draenei who found him on the bridge of the Stormhold did not intend to support his "great" research career.

After Millhouse was determined to be "harmless", he was allowed to move within a limited range, but after he blew up two rooms in a row, the unbearable sheriff put him in jail for more than a year. After Velen took the draenei to cross the barriers of the world on the Exodar, Millhouse saw the light of day again.

The reason is that he is from Azeroth, and the draenei need a guide in Azeroth.

However, the almost invincible spacecraft Exodar, which seemed to be reborn by Millhouse, suffered an inexplicable attack before landing. The originally pleasant landing experience turned into a desperate journey.

The good and bad luck of Mana Storm happened again at that time. He miraculously was not injured, but when he helped rescue the wounded, the dwarf mage was summoned by the mighty Velen to perform a special mission.

"Ahhhhh, don't hit me on the head! Don't hit me! You know, teleportation is not easy to master, I'm sure this place is not far from Feralas! Guaranteed in the name of the Mana Storm family! It's definitely not far!"

Millhouse rolled out of the portal with his head in his arms. In fact, no one asked him to do so, purely because he was afraid that the draenei brawny standing next to him would hit him. He had seen Maraad with his own eyes. How easily smashed the heads of several orcs.

When Millhouse jumped from the portal to the ground, Gu'gall was also stunned in the sand of the Flash Plain. He did not expect that a dwarf would jump out of the portal, looking like a mage, but there seemed to be those The smell of warlock.

Finally, the ogre shook his head disdainfully, then turned and left.

"The humble dwarf!"

Cho'gall didn't want to get into trouble at this time, but his words made Millhouse furious. He drew his golden staff from behind, his short body stepped forward, and shouted with his sharp voice. ,

""Humble"? Man, I don't care who you are. No one dares to say that the mighty Millhouse is a "humble" dwarf!"

This sound made Gu'gall stop. He turned his head and glanced at an angry dwarf with ridiculous white hair. His two heads were baring their teeth at the same time, and the pupils of the five chaotically arranged eyes on his chest were also aligned. After Millhouse, a chaotic and savage aura radiated from Gu'gall's body. Millhouseston felt that something was wrong, and he quietly took a step back and approached the still running portal.

"What? Are you going to teach me? A dwarf!"

"Quack, we will tear you apart, idiot!"

Cho'gall threw the two children on the ground and squeezed his bone staff. He was in a terrible mood now, and tearing up the dwarf might make him feel better.

But just as he took a step forward, another golden figure stepped out from the portal and stood beside Millhouse. The dwarf's courage was immediately raised, and he held the staff in a magnificent manner and said loudly. The tall draenei beside him said,

"I don't know what's going on here, but I will be happy to clean up this rude stupid with you! Right? Maraad, let's get rid of him!"

Maraad ignored the screams of this dwarf, who might have some abnormal brains. The moment he stepped out of the portal, his eyes were locked on Gu'gall. Ten thousand years of combat experience told him that this guy in front of him is definitely not. What a good person.

When Maraad touched the warhammer behind with the golden hand armor, Chu'gall was also observing this delicately dressed draenei with a golden plate armor decorated with small purple crystals and carrying a purple crystal warhammer on his back.

This guy has recurved hoofs and looks very similar to the Eredar Demon. His whole body is powerful and he looks like a ruthless character. Under his blue face, there are two tentacles decorated with small jewels, one pair of blue. On the smooth forehead, his eyes were shining with a blue mysterious sacred pattern.

When he saw the Saint Rune, Gu'gall's eyes narrowed.

If he remembers correctly, Dick...the same thing on the Dawn Knight's forehead.

This powerful guy, Gu'gall raised his hand. He had no intention of having a fight with this guy here, but when Maraad's eyes passed through Gu'gall's body, he saw Anduin and Maddie struggling on the ground. When Ann, his eyes widened suddenly.

Mediian... This child, he inherited Mediian's excellent lineage, but the short tentacles under his chin must not be faked. They were given to him by his biological mother, Garona, a draenei and orc assassin. His blood, his eyes, are also very much like Garona's eyes.

From those eyes, Maraad saw his poor sister who had returned to the Holy Light.

Garona...maybe this epic assassin didn’t know that she was the daughter of Maraad’s only sister. In other words, Median had to call Maraad the "uncle master", or more orthodox terms, " "Uncle" or "Grandpa".

"That kid..."

With a light flick of Maraad’s left hand, the purple crystal long-handled warhammer named Naaru’s Hammer fell into his hand. The golden holy light was shining, and the light almost formed a substance behind Maraad. Under the blessing of the holy light, the sea of ​​holy light, the hymn, the light feather, and the saint engraved on the armor of Maraad, they swayed back and forth above the armor. This scene scared Gu'gall back several steps.

Chaos is on, the paladin of epic heroes!

When did this world give birth to such a powerful monster!

Chu'gall realized that something was wrong, he turned over and ran behind him, every bit of energy in his body was squeezed to the extreme by him, so 1 second later, another portal opened behind him.

But when he stretched out his hand to the struggling Anduin and Medien, an uncontrollable burst of shouts rang out behind him.

"Presumptuous! Take your paw... from that kid, take it away!"

"boom!"

At this moment, the eruption of the holy light was dazzling like a falling sun. Only a vague figure was rushing towards with a heavy hammer. Anduin and Madion couldn’t help closing their eyes, but they were still caught by it. The burning eyes hurt, but soon it seemed that a short man was blocking him, so the burning sensation of the two children quickly faded.

And Chu'gall, surrounded by a substantial sea of ​​holy light, could not even make an effective counterattack. The hot light burned a black mist on his body, like a piece of butter being thrown into the heat. The same as in the pan.

During these few seconds, Anduin seemed to hear Gu'gall's wailing and the crisp sound of broken bones, and as the light passed, the wailing became smaller and smaller.

Finally disappeared.

By the time Anduin and Medien opened their eyes, Millhouse had just put away his blue magic shield, and the sand around their bodies had been burned by an unimaginable holy light and turned into colorful colors. The colored glaze, in some places, was even in a high-temperature Y-body state, but it didn't burn even a little bit of Anduin and Madian.

The place where a few people are located is a large sand dune, but at this time, it has turned into a beautiful glazed spire in the sun, showing a semicircular shape again. It is Millhouse’s shield that blocked the eruption. The traces left by the light, but even if Millhouse did not take the initiative to protect the two children, Maraad’s C-strength on the Holy Light would not harm the two children.

As for Gu'gall... there are only two heads left behind for everything. The water on that head is almost turned into two skeletons. His expression before his death is horrified and resisting. All the chaos and shadows are He was thoroughly purified under the scorching heat of the Holy Light, and his body had been melted by Maraad's wrathful Holy Light, not even in the form of ashes, but completely melted in the glass below his feet.

Anduin looked at this scene, somewhat unable to recover, but Maraad had turned the warhammer that was still glowing with golden light behind him, walked to Median's side, squatted down, and stared at the suddenly quiet Median. .

"You... are you Garona's child?"

In pure draenei, Anduin can’t understand what they’re talking about, but Madian can. Meri Winterwind taught him this language, and the name Garona makes Madian feel a little timid. The inside calmed down.

"Well, my mother is indeed named Garona, but she...I have never seen her."

Hearing these words, Marard couldn't help but smile. He stretched out his hand, and in the sound of the golden armor, he squeezed the Forbidden Chain in Median's hand, accompanied by the surge of holy light. Moving, the appearance of the Forbidden Demon chain was hit by a huge amount of energy, and at the last moment, it finally broke after a muffled sound.

"Who are you! Draenei."

Mediian moved his hands and feet, and while leaning over to untie the rope for Anduin, he asked curiously, Mediian felt the long-lost closeness from this draenei, which made him feel a little weird.

And Maraad looked at the busy Medien with a trace of rare kindness, he thought for a moment, and said in Draenei,

"I am the leader of the garrison of the Exodar, Maraad the Hand of Argus, your mother should be called my uncle, so you should call me grandfather, child."

Hearing this, Mediian's movements stopped immediately, with a completely unbelievable expression on his face, and Anduin was a little anxious and asked in a low voice.

"What are you talking about, Mediian?"

"He...he said, he is my grandpa!"

"What!! Grandpa?"