Shadow Trails in Azeroth

When the stinky pirate eloquently invited Baku the Moon Eater to join him in the action against the Nagas of Vashj'ir, among the distant stars, there was a steady stream of evil energy born in the depths of the twisted void. , something related to him is happening quietly.

The headquarters of the Burning Legion, which roams the stars all the time and destroys the world every minute, is on a fallen planet called Argus. In the shadow of the evil flames of the few remaining broken continents in this world, stands a huge Temple of Demons.

It is carved from a towering mountain range.

Fel magma surging from the center of the earth surrounds this terrifying building, green fel smoke rises, and countless hellfire structures are being forged in the magma.

The world-destroying army belonging to the Dark Titan is stationed in this doomsday world.

There are many worlds like this one among the stars, but the only one that can become the base camp of the legion is this one. The world of Argus has certain magical properties that make it unique in the universe.

Azeroth is actually the same.

However, what was happening in the demon temple had nothing to do with the strangeness of the world itself. In a huge dark hall, three powerful destructive witches were casting spells.

These female demons, the most evil and capable of casting spells that can be born in the Twisting Nether, are all focused.

Chanting spells of corruption, they spread their will throughout the Twisting Nether, searching for something among the stars.

In the shadows rolling like flames, Kil'jaeden the Deceiver, another leader of the Burning Legion and the adjutant of the Dark Titan Sargeras alongside Archimonde the Defiler, was standing higher in the hall. at.

The demon commander, whose body had been highly mutated by evil energy and had sprouted devil bat wings. His whole body was dark red and his skin was covered with evil energy herpes and scars. He looked at the ongoing ritual in front of him expressionlessly.

But the devil's claw hanging by his side, constantly flicking, represented the deceiver's rather happy mood at this time.

Although the Burning Legion had just suffered a humiliating defeat, it seemed that some good things were happening for Kil'jaeden.

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A familiar and miserable scream sounded from the ritual circle maintained by three powerful destruction witches.

A weak and weird soul was drawn back from the endless twisting void to the border of the material world.

It kept screaming, and the moment its soul returned to the world, it turned into black ashes flying all over the sky, like smoke blown by the wind, and the overlapping ashes created the image of a man with no body parts.

That's a human being.

That's Eredin the Cursed!

The leader of the Black Knights, the commander of the Black Spirit Pirates, a loser.

In the final moments of the Dalaran incident, the Darkling pirates struggled to open the portal that allowed Archimonde the Defiler to enter the material world.

However, because the magic energy was not stable enough, the Defiler was expelled back to the Twisting Nether less than a minute after entering the material world.

The power that rolled back from Azeroth was so terrifying that it shattered a third of the land of the demon star Marton, turning the already broken world into a big garbage dump among the stars.

Countless elite demons were killed in the explosion.

Archimonde the Defiler was even miserably thrown into the depths of the Twisting Nether by the forces of chaos, reliving the feeling of being sent home by the explosion of the Well of Eternity 10,000 years ago.

The Defiler has yet to return to Argus.

I don’t know whether he hid because he was lost among the stars, or because he was “too embarrassed to see Argus” due to this more humiliating defeat than ten thousand years ago.

Archimonde probably knew that if he returned to Argus in such a dejected manner, he would be laughed at by Kil'jaeden with vicious words for hundreds or even thousands of years, right?

We are all Lord Sargeras' lieutenants.

They are both under one demon and above all demons. Failure is a small matter, but humiliation is a big matter. Who can bear this kind of humiliation?

Archimonde's defeat also led to the end of the Black Knights.

This time, nine of their brothers were buried in the great cause of serving the legion.

No one presided over the resurrection ceremony, causing the souls of all nine black knights to float into the twisting void, and they could no longer be resurrected in the material world in a short period of time.

Of course, this is normal.

Of course this situation is not normal!

The cursed Eredin realized the problem the moment he reshaped his body in the material world.

Amidst the ambiguous and sarcastic laughter of the three destruction witches with six hands, he covered his lower body with both hands with shame and anger on his face, half-kneeling on top of the fraudster who looked at him expressionlessly. Under the shadow cast by Kil'jaeden.

“We, incompetent servants, have failed our great Master.

We should have committed suicide in the Twisting Nether, but Lord Kil'jaeden used magic to summon us to his master's throne. It seems that we still need our predecessors to serve the Legion.

The Black Spirit Pirates listen to your will, evil and powerful deceivers.

Eredin now doesn't have the arrogance and ambition that he had when he dared to scold Kil'jaeden for not knowing the rules. He is just a little reckless, but his brain is still very useful.

Now people are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.

Having already offended Archimonde, if Kil'jaeden was concerned about him again, the torture they, the Black Knights, would suffer would definitely be quite terrifying.

Your failure in Azeroth has spread throughout the Legion. The Defilers have been implicated by the humble you, and have been ridiculed by the demons as 'incompetent people'.

Look at all the good things you've done!

More than twenty demon lords were killed or missing in battle. Two-thirds of the legion's armaments deployed on the demon star Marton were destroyed. Marton's continental shelf was damaged, and the precious core of the world disappeared in the chaos.

The losses your stupidity has caused to the legion are comparable to that humiliating ancient war ten thousand years ago.

This is simply a disgrace to the legion!

I will throw nine of you into the magical furnace of Argus, forge your souls into a pathetic core, and charge the doomwalker!

Kil'jaeden uttered a severe rebuke.

The demon had an undisguised well done smile of appreciation on his face.

As both the commander of the legion and the King of Demons, the relationship between it and Archimonde is not a good one. But then it changed its voice, lengthened its tone, and said in devilish language:

“However, that shameful defeat happened for a reason.

Tichondrius the Blasphemer had warned the Defilers of possible problems with the portal, but my superstitious companion paid no heed to the dangers.

Therefore, the main responsibility for this shameful failure still lies with the Defiler's arrogance as big as the world of Argus.

Although the nine of you have no merit, your contribution to the legion is obvious to all, and is testified by the loyal Mal'Ganis. Your hard work cannot be ignored.

I have applied to the Dark Titan for command of the next operations.

Now transfer you Black Spirit pirates to my command and serve the legion for their crimes!

But if you still disappoint the great Lord Sargeras this time, no one will be able to save your miserable souls. Do you understand?

Thank you for your mercy! Praise be to the Dark Titan! Long live the Legion!

Hearing the reminder that there was something in the Deceiver's words, the cursed Eredin was momentarily ecstatic.

I can't wait to bow down and bow down in gratitude to the fraudster.

Soon, a high-level succubus sent Eredin a set of fel armor forged from magic steel, and the souls of his brothers were summoned back from the twisting void by three witch lords of destruction.

Not long after, all nine black knights were here.

They changed their armor and each obtained weapons from the edge of the hall.

Because the group was destroyed once more before, and all the treasures dedicated to the Dark Titan that they had worked so hard to accumulate during this period were lost, the curse on them was aggravated again.

Three of the nine black knights have already broken through the legendary power.

But with such little power, they were still like ants in front of the great demon. The Black Spirit pirates stood silently and humbly in the hall where the evil flames cast shadows.

They wait patiently for the task that the fraudster will give them.

But before that, the generous fraudster gave his own gift.

A tall female eredar demon walked up to the cursed Eredin holding a pair of ornately decorated pirate swords, and handed him the deadly-edged weapon.

The leader of the Black Knights looked at the pair of naval scimitars in front of him.

Even without touching it with his fingers, he could feel the power lingering on the scimitars.

Their hilts have the classic arc-shaped guard of a pirate sword, while the blade is wide at the front and narrow at the back. It is artificially forged with a barbed edge. This design can effectively increase the armor-piercing efficiency. If it cuts on flesh, no extra force is needed. It would leave a bleeding wound.

There are also red skulls shaped by magic as embellishments on the blade and handle, just like the eyes of two naval scimitars, making them look more like two bloodthirsty monsters forged from magic steel.

He was roaring for Eredin to use them to kill everyone and drink blood.

This strange phenomenon immediately reminded Eredin of the double blades of the Kingslayer that had been given to the skeleton pirate Gaboa.

There is no doubt that the two knives in front of you also contain gifts from the fraudsters.

During the process of forging these two scimitars, I received advice from my adjutant, the powerful stalker Talgas, who personally shaped their shapes to make these two blades more deadly and powerful. Potential.”

The Deceiver stood on the hall and said to Eredin, who was holding the naval scimitar:

I like these two weapons very much. They are the deadliest and most elegant weapons that have been born in the forges of Argus in the past thousand years. I gave them very nice names.

I call them 'destinies'.

This represents my good expectations for you.

Undead, damned, and servants of the gods, you should hold the power of destiny with your own hands just like your most cunning, shameless, and dark enemy, Black Shaw.

When they heard the name Black Shaw, extreme hatred and disgust appeared in the eyes of the nine black knights, which made the fraudster who had been observing them very satisfied.

The big devil's tone suddenly changed. It waved its claws and outlined a world map that was completely different from Azeroth in front of the nine pirates.

It deliberately raised the fire and said:

Obviously, you are far from Black Shaw's opponent in terms of strength and resourcefulness. If I send you back to Azeroth now, you will definitely fall under the control of stupid impulses. into his cunning plot.

Become a pathetic pawn in his hands.

Therefore, I am sending you to another place.

Delano!

The dead world of the orcs.

You must prove to me once again that you have the ability to avenge shame in that miserable world, so that I can give you a more important mission.

Go ahead.

Go to this world that is closely connected to Azeroth.

Just as you did in Azeroth, find enough relics to open the door to the Twisting Nether and summon an endless army of demons to rush into the world.

We must first respond to the shameful defeat with a great destruction!

Think of it as a 'warm-up' before the decisive battle.

When that world is shrouded in the shadow of the Legion, I will naturally give you the power to avenge your shame!

We will prove our abilities, fraudsters.

The cursed Eredin inserted two evil scimitars into the weapon buckles at his waist. He put on a full-covered magic steel helmet and was full of confidence in this hall of destruction filled with burning shadows. He promised to the big devil in front of him:

My brothers and I will never let down our great master and mighty Legion again. Please wait patiently for the good news we send back. The destruction of Azeroth will not be too far away.

We are also honored to dedicate this great destruction to the Master as his loyal servants.

Well, as immortals, you do have this potential.

Kil'jaeden let out a deep laugh and said:

But I won't let you fight alone. My best hunter lords and assassin lords will accompany you, and my two best students will also serve as backup commanders to liaise with you.

I only give you six months.

If you can't do that, you don't have to come back.