Azeroth Trail of Light

Darth and Demetril, in fact, have always wondered why Dick should take Ms. Villinde. In their opinion, this cowardly and weak werewolf is nothing but a keen sense of smell!

But after seeing Velind's crazy killing, these two guys finally understood the paladin's intentions. Sounds of Nature WWW. ⒉

The werewolf who lost his reason and fell into a **** killing is one of the most dangerous species in Azeroth. When the **** Vilind was like a shadow, waving the Moon God's sickle, it took nearly 5 minutes to cut the roots. Behind the head of the unavoidable Gamalan, even the mysterious dragon man Das, who was not afraid of the sky, did not dare to rush to approach Velind, who was standing on the **** battlefield with a scythe, gasping for breath.

The last unlucky dragon man who approached hastily lost three fingers. Fortunately, the dragon man has thick skin and thick flesh. Even if it is damaged by severed fingers, it can recover after a few months of recuperation, but his example is thorough. Showed to others what "six relatives do not recognize".

The irritated Verinde once again fell into the state of being dominated by wildness in the Karazhan cellar. She was almost maddened by the strong smell of blood on the scene! Her eyes looked at everyone vigilantly, and there were threats from time to time in her mouth.

If it wasn't for the last trace of reason that was still suppressing the original impulse to kill the Quartet, I am afraid that the female werewolf whose whole body was dyed blood red had already rushed towards the onlookers around, never doubt the shot in her palm. The sharpness of the sickle, in addition to a large group of trolls who fled, the Atalai exiles, have spent one-third of their sacrifices to prove the horror of the sickle.

"Ahem..."

Dick, who had replaced his armor, rubbed his chest, squeezed away from the crowd, and strode towards the werewolf, Demetril yelled from behind him,

"Mr. Dick, be careful!"

"Shhh! Don't scare her."

The Paladin turned his head and gestured to the dragonman in a quiet gesture, then slightly opened his hands and approached the female werewolf.

It was probably the smell of Dick that made Velinde a little familiar. The Paladin saw the werewolf’s nose pulsing constantly, and her pricked ears slowly softened.

"Hey, I won't hurt you, now, give me the weapon!"

Dick slowly stretched out his hand and held it on the handle of the "Goldlin's Messenger". Velinde obediently let go of the furry palm. After the artifact left the palm of Velin's hand, the female werewolf's The body shook for a moment, as if exhausted to the extreme, she opened her eyes and glanced at Dick, and then fell into the Paladin's arm with a tired face.

Darth and Demetril walked up after seeing the Paladin wrapping Velind in a cloak. The dragon touched his chin, and there was an unconcealable surprise on that hazy face.

"My friend, your entourage is really strong! When she gets crazy, she is like a real killing machine! Tsk tsk, look at these trolls, I feel sorry for them!"

"Enough! Darth, don't forget, this lady just saved us! We shouldn't comment on her like that!"

Demitil, like other orthodox dragons, was somewhat old-fashioned in his arrogance. The exiled Dragon Man Das curled his lips in disdain, but didn't say anything.

Dick carried the sleeping Velind behind his back, then glanced at the altar that had been completely destroyed by the dragons, turned his head and said to Demitel,

"Separate a few dragon people to find the arrangement points of those enchantments. Atal'ai trolls must be panicked now. As long as you take advantage of the situation, they will be completely wiped out soon! Now we go to see you Those crazy compatriots, and Eranikus."

The dragon man who wrapped his whole body in the dark green cloak hesitated and said,

"My brothers' revenge is over, I should go too! Friends, don't forget to find me next time you come to Stranglethorn Vale, I invite you to drink the best dwarf soju!"

After speaking, Das was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by the Paladin.

"Hey, Darth, aren't you going to meet Eranikus with me? Don't tell me, you brought your brothers here because of a mission from Jindo? I'm in the distant Hyjal The mountain has fought side by side with the dragons. I know that you have a deep feeling for your "home". Let's go and meet Eranikus with me."

Darth's body trembled, he didn't look back, but he didn't leave either.

"I... I have been exiled, I am no longer... from the Green Dragon Legion, Master Eranikus... I have no face to see him."

"Enough! Darth!"

Demetrius stepped forward and put his hand on the shoulder of the dragon. "Master Eranikus wants us to send you a message before he falls asleep, so that you can be careful of those who are not connected to the Gurubashi. Trolls, don’t think we don’t know that every time a troll ritual in Stranglethorn Vale wants to enter the Swamp of Sorrows, it will be blocked by a mysterious force. Your lord has never blamed you. He has even been banishing you for expelling you. Regret, my brother, you have been wandering outside for thirty years, it's time to go home!"

Darth's body trembled again, he did not speak, but Dick knew that this unruly dragon man was still worried about the war here, otherwise he was a guy walking in the dark, and there was no need to pick this. Time, enter this sunken temple.

Ten minutes later, under the leadership of Dmitil, who was a little pale, the four finally entered the main body below the Atahaka Temple. This is a double-layered circular building with a large area. It is very large, and it can even allow green dragons to fly in the form of dragons.

However, compared with the dilapidated scene full of nightmare dragons in Dick's memory, the circular hall at this time looked orderly, and the dragons patrolled the hall, and everything seemed to be very orderly.

"The compatriots who were occupied by nightmares were all driven to the lowest level by us. They didn't want to rush out from the lowest level all the time, so we scored a large part of our power to stay at the lower level entrance. This made the trolls very uneasy. Minute."

While leading the way, Demitier introduced, "But at the moment the Atalai troll has become a mass of scattered sand, and the brothers we sent out can quickly withdraw back, so that we can concentrate our efforts. Quiet those brothers who are occupied by nightmares."

"Come with me, Master Eranikus is sleeping in the innermost hall!"

Demetrius beckoned and walked towards the hall passage guarded by the heavy armored tall dragons. Dick carried Velind on his back, while Dass looked at the dim hall with nostalgia. This used to be his home, and it is now a place where he sacrificed his life and wanted to protect it.

Demetrius spoke a few words to the dragons in dragon language, and Dick pretended that he didn't understand, because the young green dragon was too ashamed of his introduction.

"This is the helper favored by Her Majesty the Queen, the hero of the Holy War on Mount Hyjal, the rescuer of the Green Dragon Legion, the Demon Slayer, the messenger of the Holy Light, the captain of Theramore, the warrior of the human world, the dark nemesis, the evil **** The expeller of, the warrior full of justice and courage, the fire of justice-Mr. Dick, he just bravely dispelled the existence of Hakkar in this temple! Lord Eranikus needs his help now!"

After listening to Demitier’s introduction, the dragon guards hurriedly put away the heavy sabers that crossed the front of the road, and looked at Dick with reverence. This put Dick under a lot of pressure. You can feel that you have been hit by more than a dozen. Is a behemoth with a height of at least 4 meters and a weight of at least one ton watching the pressure respectfully?

The corners of the Paladin’s mouth twitched, he nodded to these dragons with a smile, and Das patted the dragon’s belly with a big brother, and said a few words to the other, the most peculiar thing is , Those mighty dragons also had a strange attitude towards Das, very kind, which was different from their somewhat distant respect for Demitil.

Probably seeing Dick’s doubts, Demitier explained to Dick in a low voice, "Das this guy was once the leader of these dragons. When we first came, Das took them to repel many times. The dragon people here were very convinced by the attack of the troll. In fact, if it weren't for Das's impulse, he would be a dragon officer now. Even Lord Eranikus had personally spoken it. As I said, Das' talent is very good, and he has the potential to become a dragon general."

"Well, I really can't tell."

Dick shrugged and carefully put Verinde on a side chair. He straightened his clothes and followed Demetrius into the deepest hall.

After turning a corner, a behemoth curled up on the ground appeared in front of Dick's eyes. It was a giant emerald dragon. It was surprisingly big. It is conservatively estimated that it will be at least ten meters high after standing up, and it will be at least 8o meters in advance. , This kind of exaggerated body shape, even if it is placed in the emerald dragon, it can be regarded as one of the best.

And this giant dragon felt very familiar to Dick, because he had touched this giant dragon at a distance of less than ten meters, and looked at the body with a soft pale green light radiating in the dark. With the weird state between reality and illusion, Dick took a deep breath and forced his trembling left hand to calm down.

Yes, the Silver Hand is hot again. Obviously, it feels the existence of unordered evil.

"Well, my selfless helper... here you are!"

Just as Demetril took Dick into the hall, the dragon that had been sleeping suddenly made a sound. The strangest thing was that its eyes were still tightly closed, and it was obviously still asleep. Dick rubbed it. He rubbed his eyes and saw the shadow standing in front of the sleeping dragon, like an illusion.

Demetrius bowed respectfully to the shadow, and Das, who was following Dick, was already half-kneeled on the ground.

"Let me see, Darth Hrunis, my child, the wanderer in the distance, has finally returned?"

At this time, there is still a little bit of jealousy in Das, like a pilgrim saint, bowing his head respectfully

"Yes, Lord Eranikus, I'm back!"

"That's good! Darth, the past time has washed away the blood on your body. I can see that your heart is still full of enthusiasm. That's good. Welcome back, my child, but I can't accept it anymore. You enter the Green Dragonflight."

The shadow of Eranikus stretched out his hand, and the invisible force lifted Das's body up, but when the dragon people heard this, it was like an eggplant beaten by frost. Demetrius just wanted to say something, and then they I heard Eranikus's meaningful words again.

"Because you have a better place to go, and you, Demi, you are one of the younger generations that I and Ysera value most. Therefore, the Green Dragon Legion needs you to be representatives and join Dick's command. This world is new The power of is rising, but the darkness is still strong. No matter where you are, don't forget the mission that flows in our blood!"

When Das and Demitil were about to inquire, they saw Eranikus raising his left hand, and said without a doubt,

"Now, you guys step back first, Dick, I need you to help me again. Hakkar’s power here has been hit hard. It’s not a concern in a short time. It’s time to talk to Harves. Now! You, who inherited the power of order that has been lost in history, will be my best helper!"