Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 616 169. Stupid little world! Destroy under the clutches of the polluter! -【2430】

(Added update for the birth of the baby)

Don't be so sad, my snake brother, didn't we agree before that we would share the joys and sorrows together? It's just a keystone. If you lose it, just lose it. It's no big deal.

Although you have lost the opportunity to break the seal of the dark thing that knows what, you will win the goodwill of the Legion because of this glorious sacrifice.

This is much more powerful than an uncontrolled dark thing.

In a corner of Shattered Dalaran, Black Knight Hass commanded a group of demon guards to arrange the Eye of Dalaran and the Keystone of Sulsis into a weird triangle with the open Book of Medivh.

The surrounding area was filled with evil energy stones like pillars.

While preparing for the summoning ceremony, he said in a false voice to the snake man spellcaster Aspix, who was suppressed by two big and thick demons and kept roaring:

Your faithless snake-man emperor wants to rule the world, right? It's such a vulgar dream, but with the help of the Legion, this small goal can be easily accomplished.

Don't worry, your emperor will definitely reward you for it as long as your vision is broad enough.

Let go of our sacred objects!

The weak snake legend spit out the snake letter and yelled:

Emperor Kotech and his endless snakemen will not let you go! Stupid bastards, you have no idea what you are doing!

Shut up that snake!

The impatient Dread Lord Mal'Ganis next to him shook his paw, and immediately a coquettish succubus stepped forward and slapped the snake man on the mouth with a whip.

Its scales were broken and blood flowed from the whipping, but the scales on its neck danced with shining arcs of light.

This is a manifestation of the extremely angry snake people.

But now it can do nothing but rage.

This guy is also unlucky.

It had originally escaped from Dalaran with the Keystone under the cover of its brother, General Adris, who sacrificed his life. He could reach the coast by crossing the forest, return to the Empire with the Keystone, and leave.

As a result, I met Deathwing and went crazy.

The cataclysm destroyed the Silverpine Forest, forcing the snakemen to retreat back to Dalaran. They lost all their guards when the earth collapsed, and even themselves were almost buried in the cracks in the ground.

After finally escaping while protecting the key stone, before it could take a breath, it was kidnapped by a group of extremely vicious demons.

Seeing the arrogant black knights using their treasured keystones as materials for a seemingly unreliable summoning ritual, the snake man felt unspeakable anger in his heart.

But at an absolute disadvantage, it was completely unable to resist.

I can only watch helplessly as the Black Knight extracts the magic power from the chaotic underground magic network here. Through the gathering of the damaged Eye of Dalaran, coupled with the stable transformation of the Sulsis Keystone, the magic power is transmitted to In the Book of Medivh.

The book itself is also a powerful magic item. On the one hand, the knowledge recorded on it is also composed of very important rituals. This magic book was made by Medivh himself.

It must be used in the top magical ritual of summoning a great demon to cross the world.

This is the meaning of the existence of a powerful grimoire, as an existence similar to a ritual subject. Otherwise, even if you have that kind of taboo knowledge in your mind, you have to meet many, many harsh conditions if you want to complete the summons.

After all, this is the most powerful creature among the summoned stars. In terms of destructive power alone, Archimonde the Defiler is even better than Deathwing, who almost destroyed Northern Xinjiang.

After everything was ready, the ritual diagrams on the Book of Medivh suspended in front of the one-armed black knight began to absorb magic, and the paper made of unknown materials began to glow.

Reflecting the dark green magic circle, the dark aura turned into a strong wind that swept around, making the black knight who presided over the ceremony take a step back, and also made the bodies of the demons around him tremble.

The beacon belonging to the demon star Marton was opened, and the aura of the high-ranking demon of the Defiler seeped out of it, making the unruly Dread Lord humble.

It fell from the sky, folded its wings, lowered its head like a servant, and welcomed the arrival of the Demon King.

The magic power of the chaotic underground magic network was absorbed, immediately triggering a chain reaction in the broken city. The magic circles that were being reactivated and manipulated by the mages were like light bulbs with poor contact, rapidly collapsing in the flash.

This phenomenon immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the ruins of the city.

Anyone who could still fight at this time realized the seriousness of the problem, and all the spellcasting masters, including Dean Blue Moon and Prince Faroldis, began to gather in that direction.

The Great Knight Uther, who was about to protect the innocent people from Shattered Dalaran, looked at the Silver Hand Holy Hammer in his hand in astonishment. This divine weapon gifted by the Holy Light was wrapped with streaks of extremely hot Holy Light.

It's buzzing.

It feels the breath of destruction, and it is urging the Paladin to go to the real battlefield to prevent the destroyer from the stars from coming to this world.

Fording, Mograine, escort them away!

The great knight immediately pulled the reins of the armored war horse. He held the holy hammer on the horse and turned around to shout to the brothers beside him:

Turalyon, Dathrohan, and Fordragon, follow me with the knights. The Holy Hammer is signaling the arrival of real evil. This is the will of the Holy Light!

We must go to the most dangerous battlefields.

Your Majesty Varian, escort the marshal out of here!

After saying that, the Grand Knight turned on the Crusader Halo, and circles of energetic holy light radiated out, injecting the blessing of holy light into their horses, dispelling the fear of these tall and brave camel beasts, and making them high-spirited to fight.

Riding is a compulsory course for Paladins. These real Paladins are all good at handling horses. Under the leadership of the Grand Knight, they formed a charge formation and pierced forward with the glory of the Holy Hammer.

The low-level demons blocking the road were already frightened by the aura of the higher-level demons. They would not be able to stop them when faced with the fearless charge of the paladin.

There were also high-level priests who followed the knights to the battlefield and also rode war horses. They continuously released waterfalls of holy light, and golden halos continued to surge outwards, burning the demons who rushed towards them and retreating.

And higher up in the sky and clouds, under Odin's loud orders, more Valkyries flew out from the sky fortress flapping their wings.

They carried the red-striped war spears, flapped their golden wings and flew down quickly, flying right behind the paladins. The golden light they brought up as they flew intersected with the holy light of the paladins.

The fleeing innocents looked back at this sacred scene, as if angels were protecting the brave knights and sweeping away the demons.

Suddenly there were cheers from the crowd.

In the Hall of Valor, the King of War looked solemn. He would rather break with his guardian brothers, but also use cruel methods to shape the Legion of Valor, just to deal with the Twilight of the Gods when the Burning Legion destroyed the world.

Archimonde the Defiler is about to enter this world, and the Demon King represents the doomsday future in which the Burning Legion will destroy King's Landing.

Ragnarok has begun!

But he was trapped in this small place, unable to fulfill the great mission given to him by his creator.

What a shame!

The Titan warrior Heimdall, the general under the King of War, the gatekeeper and the commander of the Legion of Heroes, has arrived at the top of the Rainbow Bridge. He carries the blazing blade on his back and holds the keel horn. In the low and desolate sound of the horn, the entire Hall of Valor The Stormcast Host and all the Valkyr Valkyrie are gathering.

Swarms of storm dragons fly into the sky from their lairs. These giant dragons that can control storms and thunder will be the vehicles that carry the Legion of Heroes to the battlefield.

Even though Odin cannot leave Valgara due to betrayal and curse, they, the defenders of the world, will not miss this doomsday battle again.

Your Majesty, we must leave!

Brother Zelin, the high-level tide sage of Kul Tiras, grabbed Dai Lin's wrist and said in a low voice:

The tide is warning me that terrifying power will sweep across the land beneath our feet. This place is too far from the sea and the tide cannot protect you.

We must return to the sea!

Yes, Your Majesty, the current situation is too dangerous.

Another younger high-level sea sage, Brother Pike, also tried to persuade him:

Disasters have befallen the city of Dalaran one after another. This may be some kind of warning.

You want me to give up on my daughter, run away like a frightened landlubber and get out of here without a fight?

Dai Lin didn't listen to Hai Xian's advice at all.

He held the sailor's sword in his hand and said in a deep voice:

Don't even think about it! The Proudmoore family and Kul Tiras only have kings who died in battle, and no admirals who escaped! Go back and prepare your ships. If it is necessary to evacuate, I will evacuate.

Gina, take our daughters and leave and protect them.

Um.

Mrs. Golden Sword was also decisive. She looked worriedly at the huge demon gate rising in the distance. The evil aura had gathered into a storm of evil energy, sweeping across the entire ruins of Dalaran.

She couldn't guess what kind of power the demon was about to enter the material world, but she was certain that it would definitely not be weaker than the fallen dragon that had just escaped.

Is the human kingdom doomed today?

This charming high elf spellcaster kissed Daelin on the cheek and turned back to little Jaina, who was holding the Hailstone sword in her hand and her eyes widened.

She reached out and took Jaina's cold hand to lead her away.

But little Gianna didn't want to leave.

She shouted stubbornly:

Mr. Black is still here. He told me everything was going to be okay, and I believed him! Don't touch me, you bad woman!

You and Fenna are exactly the same when they were young.

Mrs. Jin Jian didn't mind that the little mage called her a bad woman.

The world of children is always very simple. She didn't pay attention to Gianna's struggle. She took the little mage's hand, activated the teleportation amidst Gianna's screams, and took her away from where she was.

Blake?

Dai Lin watched his lover and daughter leave. He savored the name that Jaina called, with a confused smile on his lips.

Good boy

The admiral whispered something, moved his shoulders, and whistled. His majestic and powerful royal sea-maned horse neighed and kicked away the attendant who was pulling it, and rushed to the master's side.

The king laughed and got on his horse, leading the loyal and brave Tide Knights, holding high the battle flag of Kul Tiras, and charged towards the place where the demon descended.

But halfway through the rush, Dai Lin discovered something disharmonious.

Despicable greenskins! Get out of our city!

The admiral pulled the reins of his horse, made rude gestures, and cursed:

It's bad luck to see you! Get out of my battlefield!

Several orc chiefs speeding through the ruins on the other side turned a deaf ear to Daelin's angry rebuke. Although the leader, Brox Saurfang, was still weak, he looked determined as he rode on the black warg.

Behind him were his brother Varok Saurfang, King of the Wolf Cavalry Fenris, and Grom Hellscream with a fun expression on his face.

Finally, there was an old orc with a tattered hood and a white skull painted on his face.

And above the heads of these galloping wargs, the strangely colored and colorful dragon Geth carried Red Blackhand, the evil eye warlock and Batman Lexa Rema, who had a bruised nose and swollen face and had just escaped death. , escorting the charge of the chiefs.

I feel the source of the demonic blood!

As the warg howled and galloped, Brox carried the broken battle ax of destruction and shouted loudly to Grom who looked indifferent beside him:

The big demon that polluted the orc civilization was behind that door. I want the people to get rid of the influence of demon blood, and you want to gather an army.

Hellraiser, our goals are now aligned.

We have to kill it today!

I have no interest in this. The blood of demons makes me stronger.

Grom Hellscream, who still had horrific burns on his body, snorted. He didn't care about his injuries. He was carrying his terrifying battle ax and said casually:

Only the weak will be affected by demonic blood, but you are right. I really need healthy soldiers to start a war, and if the demon dares to show up, it means that I can get more demonic blood.

This is indeed a good thing.

Ah, this new world is so interesting. It is full of powerful creatures that can be challenged. It is much better than the already boring Draenor. Those Gronns and ogres have been scared to death by me.

Haha, that bastard Gul'dan has a good eye. I'm starting to like this place of chaos.

He raised his head and looked at the green dragon and the red dragon mixed in, which were launching a surprise attack on the Devil's Gate under Ysera's orders. These behemoths had sharp fangs and sharp teeth, and they looked like vicious people at first glance.

Let Hellscream's broad face be filled with fighting spirit.

Once the demon was dealt with, he went to kill a few dragons to practice his skills and taste the dragon meat.

On the other side, in the other section where the Devil's Gate opened, on the desolate land of the Devil's Star Marton, the nearly 100-meter-tall demon Archimonde was laughing maniacally as he raised his staff.

It walks like a giant surrounded by countless elite demons.

Legions of demons capable of destroying a hundred worlds swarm the planet, and they all obey the orders of the Defiler. More than two hundred legendary demon lords are sharpening their swords, just waiting to follow the Defiler into that miserable world.

Archimonde's two great demon lieutenants guarded the Demon Gate on the left and right. They wanted to be the first to step into the world of Azeroth and spread the glory of destruction to their master.

On the left is Maronos the Destroyer, leader of the Abyss Lords.

On the right is Tichondrius the Blasphemer, leader of the Dreadlords.

They are all real great demons, top commanders of the Burning Legion, existences at the pinnacle of chaotic biological power such as the Dominion Demon, and they have destroyed countless miserable worlds.

Today, they will repay the humiliation of being defeated ten thousand years ago tenfold and a hundredfold.

The state of Devil's Gate today is a bit strange, the powerful polluter.

When Archimonde approached the Devil's Gate with great ambition, Tichondrius, the leader of the Dread Demon King, with a humble posture but full of treachery in his eyes, whispered:

It's very unstable. Maybe there's something wrong there. You should be more careful. That world is very evil.

The shame of being killed by Huon Highmountain ten thousand years ago fills you with fear, pathetic Nathrezim.

The polluters don't care.

It walked towards the Devil's Gate in front of it and said casually:

It's just Azeroth, what power can threaten me there?

My arrival means its doomed destruction.

If you're afraid of death, go back to Argus.

There is no need for cowards in my army!