Azeroth Trail of Light

After entering August, the weather in Theramore also became hot.

Even the wind blowing from the sea is not as refreshing as it used to be. The hot sun is scorching the land, and the whole city has become quiet at this time.

Of course, this quietness is not all due to temperature.

During Dick’s adventure, the entire Theramore’s weak weapons of war had been fully mobilized. There were enemies in Dustwallow Marsh that could destroy the country, so the first wave of worms was After the repulsion of the Silver Dawn and the Fourth Army, the entire Theramore adult men over 18 years old were called into the army, ready to drive into the Dustwallow Marsh, actively launching an attack on the bugs hidden in it.

However, it should be noted that this time not only the Theramore’s army is actually in action. Other forces have also rarely sent very high-level war observation missions. The battle of the quicksand will begin after 5 months at most. They are all in action. Unwilling to give up the most direct opportunity to observe the war of the worms.

Princess Kalia even allowed the orc army to enter the Dustwallow Marsh from the other side for the first time to contain the offensive of some worms. Although this decision made many people in Theramore dissatisfied, no one would object to it. After all, the bug had destroyed most of the dusty marsh, and even standing on the wall, you could see the ugly bodies of those bugs.

This time is no longer the time to pay attention to hatred.

The support promised by the mysterious Zandalari troll finally arrived not long ago. When the three canoes crossed the vast ocean and docked at the port of Theramore, all the fishermen couldn’t help their eyes widening, holy light. In Shanghai, this season is when the sea is stormy, but those trolls with wooden masks have crossed the ocean by relying on a canoe!

This is a story that only appears in myths and legends!

Princess Kalia greeted these trolls from afar with a very high standard. The next day, a strange green liquid was distributed to the soldiers on the front line. The soldiers who were fighting the bugs quickly found out. With the magic of this liquid, when they drank these unspeakable potions, and re-fighted against those bugs, the originally crazy bugs became weird.

It seemed to be fear, but it also looked like chaos. In short, the terrible offensive that had previously used numbers to crush all obstacles was disintegrated. For the first time, the soldiers fighting in small groups gained the upper hand in the battle against bugs.

This is also the confidence that Theramore officials dare to take the initiative to attack.

"Those potions are all made of destroyed insect tide crystals. The hormones contained in them will emit a smell similar to that of brain worms, allowing the brainless workers to enter the confusion of thinking."

The Zandalari troll wearing a wooden voodoo mask sits in the meeting room of Theramore Palace. This troll who calls himself "Golden Rok the Breaker" looks more like a warrior than a sacrifice. But when he was speaking, that very organized feeling made it easy for everyone present to understand what he meant.

The Northern Earl Dick was busy with other affairs, so the representative of the military, Marshal Gaslith, the Theramore touched his black blindfold, and couldn't help but ask.

"Since this herb is so useful, can we make more and use it as a war reserve?"

Princess Kalia also turned her gaze to the troll in front of her, Jin Roque shook her head.

"I know what you mean, but unfortunately, this herb only has a clear suppression effect on the mindless worker insects. For more advanced insect soldiers, it will only attract more angry attacks from them. Human generals, You haven’t seen those worms. You don’t want to see them on the battlefield. They are 4 meters tall and covered with hard shells comparable to steel. They have deformed worms that can be easily torn apart. Break an elephant."

Jin Roque's voice became low, and in the flames of the fireplace, the spirit of the troll became more wilted.

"The most terrifying thing is that they do not act alone, but like an army! Ah, in the past years, I can even imagine how desperate the ancestors faced these guys. When they appear, you will also experience this. Kind of desperate."

Princess Kalia was uncomfortable with Jin Rok's weird tone, she couldn't help but ask.

"But I heard from your sacrifices that you defeated them head-on ten thousand years ago! You must have a way, right?"

Jin Roque raised his head and looked at Princess Kalia along the gap in the wooden mask with deep eyes. He chuckled happily.

"Of course, there is a way. But we can't use it. We can only use flesh and blood to resist those worms, looking forward to miracles, but we don’t necessarily lose. After all, the current Qiraji, even the Aqir people back then The empire lacks one percent of its power, so look forward to miracles, the queen of mankind, in this difficult age, we all need miracles."

"why?"

Gasiris couldn't help frowning. He thought that the monster in the monster was sloppy, so his tone was a bit blunt, but Jin Roque didn't care at all, he explained the reason very obediently.

"The high priests will write history on the slate from generation to generation. When I first fought the last battle of the Zandalari Empire, I was almost scared out of my body. That battle had the praise of the whole world. The Dara Empire dispatched 300 troll warriors, of which a quarter of the casters, that is one-third of the empire’s population, the Zandalar Emperor blocked the destiny of the empire and vowed to defeat the insects, But when the giant crystal worm nest was destroyed in the capital of the Aqir Empire, guess how many of the 300 warriors survived?"

Gasiris didn't answer, but shook his throat. He probably could guess the ending.

"You don't want to know that number... never."

Jin Rok's voice became lower and lower, as if he was asleep, as if in a dream, "So, expect a miracle. If it doesn't happen, we will all be over."

Just as this conversation between the human ruler and Zandalar was taking place, on the other side of Theramore Palace, Dick also presided over a conversation.

The participants are very mixed, there are druids from the Cenarion Circle, dwarves from the Explorers’ Association, cold high elf generals, and old paladins who have not seen for a long time, as well as standing behind him, like A nun priest like a little flower.

"Welcome to come here in your busy schedule."

Dick nodded at these people, but then found that everyone's eyes did not stay on him, but on the extra-large sword behind him.

In fact, there is no way not to watch, that weapon...that shouldn’t be a weapon that would appear in the human world. Archdruid Naralex frowned and looked at the giant sword shrouded in lightning and gray storms. As a staunch figure on the order side, he doesn't like these things that are related to chaotic elements, but his mouth moved, and in the end he didn't say anything to discourage him.

The paladin's left arm was so mysterious that he had seen it with his own eyes. Since the left arm filled with the power of order can accept this long sword, which is obviously related to the sky wall, then he has no reason to reprimand it.

"It's really cool!"

This was the comment of the still cold ranger-general Sylvanas. This decent compliment made Dick very satisfied. He threw out a piece of something and was picked up by Sylvanas.

"There are five more... well, maybe only four months old. You have four months to find its secrets."

Dick squeezed his eyebrows at Sylvanas, whose face had become cautious, "Trust me, beautiful lady! It will make you stronger!"

General Ranger is an out-and-out ranger, but it is also a branch of the hunter profession. In fact, the moment she took the ancient stone leaf in her hand, she felt the tremor of the soul, she put the stone leaf away, and then stood up. Adjusted his hunting outfit.

"I have written down this favor!"

After speaking, the resolute female general strode to the window, and disappeared into the window as soon as she flashed herself.

Dick shrugged, and threw another thing to the silent nun priest, who took it in his hand suspiciously, and then quickly showed a shocked expression, just like throwing a hot stone away. Passed it to his father.

This unfaced and silent lady is the adopted daughter of the old paladin Mograine, an outstanding divine priest, and the sister of Renault Mograine, Miss Whitemane. It can be seen that after the eldest son of the Mograine family, Renault, was completely overwhelmed by his younger brother, the young lady was not doing well.

This is not to say that the old Mograine abused his adopted daughter. That stodgy paladin could not do such a thing, probably because Whitemane was completely disappointed with Renault, who was unable to support the mud. In short, this time the priest. The young lady's nun dress has proved her determination to abandon human affairs and serve the Holy Light faithfully.

Nuns cannot have marriage and love, which all believers in the Holy Light know.

"Holy Eye, the spoils of war against the Balrog!"

Dick explained to the Ashbringer who looked at him, "Miss Whitemane finally made the right decision, so I decided to give her this precious opportunity. You won't refuse my kindness, will you?"

The old paladin held the sacred eye in his hand, and just injected the scorching holy energy into it, he felt a surging of a source of power that was completely different from the way of punishment, but was extremely real. He looked at Di Ke gave a glance, then turned to look at the dwarves Bryan and Druid sitting beside him, and finally got up from the chair.

"I owe you another favor, Dick, come to Scarlet Abbey to find me if you need it!"

"The war against the worms?"

Hearing Dick’s question, the old knight shook his head.

"This is a just thing, and it has nothing to do with our personal friendship. Ethanlion will bring the Scarlet Knight. As for me, I have more important things to do. From now on, let Whiteman stay in the card. Beside Princess Liya."

After speaking, the old paladin put the holy eye in his hand into Whitemane's hand, patted his adopted daughter on the shoulder, turned and strode out of the room.

Dick smiled at the old man Whitemane, then turned his gaze to the old dwarf and the druid, his face became serious.

"Two, I have some suggestions for the upcoming war, and I need your two's help!"

"Go ahead, Dick, what do you need me to do?"

The old dwarf's reply was very refreshing. The Archdruid thought for a while and nodded reservedly.

"Well, then I will make a long story short. The Zandalari trolls told me that in addition to the fighting insects, the Qiraji also has a fighting class called Anubisath kobolds and obsidian statues. It is said that those monsters Just one head can defeat an entire team, even 1,000 years ago, a dragon died in the hands of these magical creatures!"

Dick's voice was low, but whether it was a dwarf or a druid, he understood what he meant.

"I learned about the weaknesses of the Anubisath kobold and obsidian statues from some secret sources, but I can't confirm this, so I need some "experimental materials". As far as I know, the battlefield of the Quicksand Battle 1000 years ago Inside, there are the remains of these magical creations. I need the Explorers Association to help me find some."

The old dwarf and the druid looked at each other, and finally nodded.

"If you can really find the weaknesses of those monsters...no, no, no, as long as you can find a breakthrough for the soldiers, that's enough! I will send the wreckage to Theramore as fast as possible with the boys!"

"Time...really running out!"