Azeroth Trail of Light

In the early morning of the next day, Liadrin woke up from the deepest sleep. When she saw the busy figure beside the bed, her first reaction was to draw the sword!

However, she didn't have a sword at her hand, she touched it, and she suddenly awoke from the deep dream. She shook her head, her head was still a little dizzy, but the Paladin had figured out the current situation somehow. She looked at the familiar room, which should be the camp of the first line of defense, and then turned her gaze to the surprised and delicate face.

"Sister Liadrin, you are awake!"

Jaina helped Liadrin's arm and shook it twice like a little girl. The high elf lady was still a little dazed. She looked at Jaina, and then rubbed her forehead vigorously.

"What the **** is going on? I remember, Arthas..."

"Dick saved you back!"

Jaina took up the handkerchief dipped in water with concern, and wiped it on Liadrin’s forehead. The cold touch made the Paladin’s brain agitated, and she smiled.

"Dick went to save me?"

"Yeah, he is alone! This morning you have returned to the camp with four weird guys, carrying a coma on your back!"

While Jaina brought a hot breakfast for Liadrin from the side table, while sitting on the side of the Paladin’s bed, she intimately placed the pillow behind Liadrin and fed her with a spoon.

"Mr. Erigore brought the pastor to visit. You are weak now, and the light of the body has been washed away by the dark power, but it did not harm you, so just a few days of cultivation!"

"Alsace... he didn't hurt me..."

Liadrin chewed the food, reached out and touched her arm. Except for her weakness, she did not find any other wounds. Then she was relieved. There was an inexplicable sweetness in her. She looked up at Jaina.

"What about Dick?"

"He, he's talking to those four weird guys, Herod is guarding the side with people, not letting people pass, it's quite mysterious."

On the other side, in the first line of defense, Dick was sitting on a chair with a bandage on his right hand. This is the burn to his body when Illidan’s demon hunter transformed, although it has the vitality of **** oak. Feedback, but the injury on the body surface is not so easy to clear, but it is not a serious problem.

Erigore was standing next to Dick with the sword of Rivendell, and on the other side was the green dragon lady, Lord Delia Serra, in a green dress. She was Dickla’s bodyguard. After all, For the four half-hero warlocks, no amount of defense can be overstated.

Herod took the elite knights of the First Expeditionary Army to guard the door, and only needed an order. The paladins and the wizards of Quel'Thalas swarming in, even if they use the number, they can control this The four guys were trapped here, and they greeted the orcs. Once the line of defense asked for help, the wolf cavalry and Varok could arrive at the fastest speed.

In short, the net of heaven and earth has been laid, and Dick doesn't have to doubt that these four guys can leave here unharmed.

In fact, the four mysterious warlocks wearing green cloaks didn’t seem to have any plans to leave either. Although they looked weak when facing Illidan, they followed Dick after Dick’s later invitation was issued. Came into the defense line of the First Expeditionary Corps.

"Then let us talk frankly and frankly, gentlemen! Oh, yes, and this lady."

Dick held the ebony pipe and inhaled lightly, and the scent of sandalwood buried his face in the gray smoke.

"Where are you from? What organization do you belong to? What is the purpose of coming to Mount Hyjal, let's talk about it."

"I don't think we need to tell you this, General Dick of the First Expeditionary Army, the savior of Quel'Thalas, the Star of Hope in the Silver Hand, the world we live in is completely inconsistent. "

The women among the four warlocks indifferently reached out and picked up the teacup on the table. Dick noticed that she was wearing black leather gloves on her arms, which seemed to be deliberately concealing something, but when faced with Dick’s question, she Choosing to refute ruthlessly.

Even Ms. Green Dragon, who is inexperienced in the world, can hear a deep disdain from this voice.

Dick was not angry. He smiled and said,

"No, no, no, ladies and gentlemen, you probably don't understand your situation. I'm not asking you questions now, friends, you don't have the right to refuse, understand?"

"Quack, just rely on this little green dragon and the chickens and dogs outside?"

The nasty dwarf warlock was holding a weird engineering device in his hand, playing with it, and making a nasty laugh.

"Paladin, I don't think it is you who are in this situation! You will never know what kind of power we hold, this power is enough..."

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!"

The sound of four weapons being unsheathed interrupted the dwarf warlock’s boasting. A trio of thirteen watchmen who jumped out of the shadows used sharp, blood-stained and inexplicably cold knife wheels to resist the presence of others. Everyone, the emerald green icy dagger that Melin stuck to the dwarf warlock's neck also pressed the dwarf's words back into his stomach.

Dick still had that smile on his face. He snapped his fingers and pointed his right hand at these indifferent watchmen girls with iron owl helmets.

"I will introduce to you. These are the watchers, the mysterious powers of the ancient night elves passed down thousands of years ago, and the deadliest hunters in the dark. Guess, what kind of enemies they face most often?"

"The disgusting smell of mice. I remember three years ago when I killed a guy dressed like you in the Westfall. What is his name? Walsa? Or was it Wals?"

Mai Lin was very cooperative and patted the face of the dwarf warlock with a dagger. That little face was pale with fright. Although the little dwarf had a crazy tone, he still inherited all the weaknesses of the dwarf personality and was extremely afraid of death. They are all semi-hero-level warlocks. Faced with the assassination profession that cannot be judged by common sense, and the number still occupies an absolute advantage, survival or death is really only a momentary matter.

After all, this is the real world, and there is no such thing as a three-hundred-round battle after the throat is cut.

"You are talking about Walshas, ​​the most famous warlock master in Stormwind. He was assassinated while traveling in the Westfall three years ago. We used to think that it was the hand of MI7. We did not expect that old man. Ghost, finally died in the hands of the famous Warden. Great! Great... But do I know how Walshas provoke you?"

After ten seconds of silence, the leader of the four unbuckled the green hood on his head. Dick thought it was an orc because he was too tall, but at this moment, he realized that It turned out to be a human, a very rare human with black hair and black eyes.

Facing the human warlock’s inquiry, Melin glanced at him in disgust, and a low voice came from under the owl’s helmet.

"That scum committed a heinous crime in the Sunshine Forest. At least three elf travelers died in his hands after being humiliated. No one can get away with harming innocent elf, no one can do it!"

The atmosphere stagnated to the extreme for a while, and then was broken by Dick's voice.

"Okay, friends! Stop talking about these unpleasant things, answer my question, friends, I don't want anyone to be hurt, understand?"

The human warlock glanced at Dick, and the paladin found that the deepest part of his eyes, there was a green light flashing. After he pondered for a few seconds, he said,

"Our organization, I can’t tell you, but I can say that it is the warlock organization in the dark world of Azeroth. All four of us are in charge of the organization. I am in charge of Storm City and Wilfred is in charge. In Ironforge, Retzin hides in the newly built city of the orcs. As for Pejuka, her situation is quite special. She is a..."

"An undead with self-awareness, right?"

Dick turned his gaze to the lady who pulled the hood down again. In fact, when the human warlock said Wilford Ray's name, Dick knew where they came from.

The "Six Dagger Council" is an organization that was born more than ten years later. It is indeed the strongest organization of warlocks in Azeroth, as humans say. It is also known as the "Dark Stalker", with a small number of people. But each one is a true elite. Even the little dwarf Wilfred, when he was defeating the Lich King at the Argent Dawn 7 years later, single-handedly summoned an epic hero-level demon lord, although he was fighting back. After being killed, it also proved Wilfred's strength.

As for Bijuka, this woman is an undead, as Dick, who once played the warlock career, knew that, but when he told the secret, the woman's body still couldn't help but tremble.

Obviously, her indifference before was pretended, as an undead, surrounded by hundreds of Paladins, that kind of desperate Dick could not even imagine.

Dick turned his gaze to the human warlock again,

"If I guessed correctly, you should be Kanrezad Eberlock, the eldest son of the famous Duke Eberlock, who disappeared in an accident. You still have a younger sister, her name is..."

"Altea, the jewel of the family, if you dare to disadvantage her, I swear!"

The human warlock who had been broken with his hidden identity could not maintain that indifferent face, and his emotions became agitated. Even under the suppression of the watcher, he was still full of anger, like a wild wolf king.

"I swear I will do my best to destroy all you have!"

Dick stretched out his hands.

"Relax, relax! My friend, I won't be against anyone, so can we really have a friendly talk?"

"Fur..."

Kanrezad nodded, he took a deep breath and looked at Dick with dread.

"Our mission is to capture powerful demons for more in-depth research. Malonos and Tichondrius, as well as the Skull of Gul'dan, are our targets, but unfortunately, both missions were You are destroyed! So we intend to return to the Eastern Continent. The current world is too peaceful and it is not the time for us to appear."

Dick’s fingers tapped on the table. He closed his eyes and thought. A few minutes later, when the atmosphere in the room became heavy again, Dick opened his eyes and said,

"I need your strength!"

"what?"

"I need the power of a warlock to enslave the demons! And I can create opportunities for you. Three powerful demons are waiting for you to enslave. Just when they attack the defense line, that is your opportunity!"

Dick's face became serious, he looked at Kanrezad, and narrowed his eyes.

"Listen well, warlocks, just like just now, I am not asking for your suggestions. You'd better do as I say. After this mission is completed, we will shoot and separate. I will not reveal your existence. , You better not come to me, understand?"

Four warlocks, look at me, I look at you, and finally Kanrezad answered,

"We need some time to discuss."

"Yes! You have an hour!"

Dick stood up, he waved his hand, and the watchers dived into the shadows. When Merlin left, he stretched out a finger and shook it in front of Dick's eyes, which meant that Dick owed her once.

Just as the Paladin left the house, Kanrezad suddenly said,

"General Dick, I have a message for you, in the name of our "friendship."

"Ok?"

"Your home, Silver Hand, the situation there is not so good lately! There are demons, I mean, the very powerful kind, which is eyeing your knights, so if I were you, I would not Staying in this foreign country for too long."