Azeroth Trail of Light

On the 36th day after the Battle of the Quicksand, the hot air of Silithus became cooler in the vast night, but it was also at this moment of twilight, when the night really fell, the temperature of the desert would drop directly to 10 Below °, the severe temperature difference is also one of the reasons why this land has not been inhabited for tens of thousands of years.

This kind of environment is really not suitable for ordinary people to survive.

Of course, there is not much hindrance to the guys dancing on the tip of a knife like adventurers. In fact, when night falls, these guys will be on the ruined battlefield that has become the South Kalimdor Mercenary Union. On the square, lively evening parties or trade fairs are held.

Although the bug kingdom was searched by the soldiers, adventurers like treasure hunters can still find valuable things in those dark tunnels. For example, a week ago, a lucky human kid was here. On the edge of the ruined battlefield, a quarters chest left by the Elven Alliance 1,000 years ago was dug in the pit, and several high-level magic book books were obtained. They were almost immediately collected by the Druids of the Cenarion Circle at high prices. go.

The poor boy who didn't know a lot of money went back to his hometown of Lakeside Town in Stormwind Kingdom with four large boxes of gold the next day. He had no worries for his entire life.

This incident severely stimulated other adventurers. In recent days, various insect decorations, weapons, and even living larvae have been sent to the mercenary trade union exchange. Silithus came alive.

But these prosperity has nothing to do with many people, such as the guards of various races patrolling under the night of Silithus, such as the hunters who take turns secretly guarding the secret passages of the Qiraji Temple, such as those digging around in the great desert. Archaeologists.

Another example is the mysterious man standing in front of the sculpture of "Battle of Quicksand".

This sculpture, which always has pilgrims to worship, is now empty. It is not that there is a problem at this time, but that everyone else is blocked hundreds of meters away.

He was surrounded by an azure blue Anubisath, an obsidian destroyer lord wearing a special leather armor, a vicious green dragon man, and a green dragon sleeping on the sand.

The night wind blew the mysterious man's hood, revealing the slightly vicissitudes of face under the hood.

The sorrowful stubble was covered with white chin. Ysera's treatment was very powerful. Almost all the skin of Dick's body was regenerated, so now he looks several years younger, but that kind of temperament can't be faked. He was wearing a gray one-piece hood, a black hunting suit underneath, and a silver dawn badge on his chest, but other than that, there were no other decorations on his body.

Jaina and Liadrin stood behind him, and the two women were holding white flowers in their hands, pinning their grief. In a place further away, the Dark Lord Morija stood respectfully, and for the first time saw the real Mr. Gibbs, who is now the second officer of the Senxia Pirate Fleet, is also wearing a black woolen coat that can only be worn by the best, but he can tell from the sweat on his forehead, this old sea dog Still in fear of this kind of scene.

He couldn't help but fear.

Because in the shadow behind him, Gibbs knew that there was a shadow-like watchman hidden there, as long as he had the slightest change, he would lose the life he had finally developed.

And in front of him, stood the little prince Anduin of the Kingdom of Storms and his attendants, a druid with a cold look, and several arch druids from the Cenarion Circle. This was definitely Gibb. The most noble person Mr. Si has ever seen in his life, every time he sees the scepter in the hands of the little prince, his legs will feel weak.

But he knew that he could not kneel. On the way back from the mysterious Uldum coast, Captain Morija had already told him the truth. He knew that he was now the running dog of Lord Dawn Rider Northern Earl, representing Lord Dick’s camp. Once you kneel to the wrong person, Master Dick may not blame yourself for such a humble fellow as mud, but Captain Morinia will definitely turn himself into a corpse in the sea.

With the Holy Light, Gibbs felt that this moment was extremely difficult, even more difficult than the fierce battle they encountered in the bloodsail pirates in the endless sea. He even preferred to fight with three old sea dogs with bayonet. I don't want to bear such psychological pressure anymore.

Mr. Gibbs’ entanglement Dick couldn’t realize. In fact, when facing this sculpture, Dick always couldn’t help but think of the soldiers who rushed into the battlefield with him. The battle was terribly fought. , Less than half of the soldiers survived. This was definitely the worst battle that Dick had fought since Mount Hyjal.

But there was another sadness in his heart. The bronze dragon prince Anaclos knew what Dick was saddening, so after a few seconds of silence, he stepped forward and whispered,

"I once felt the breath of pure Titan energy from that little boy. In this season, many secrets are actually buried in time. If you are really willing to take risks for that little boy, you can go to Tanaris. Take a look at the land further south with Silithus, there may be something to help you there!"

Dick did not speak, but reached out and touched the golden light feather tied around his neck. He understood that the bronze dragon could say this to him, which violated the duty of the guardian, so he turned back to Anaque. Ross smiled.

"I will go, just after I am free, I am about to go on a trip, thank you, man."

Anaclos nodded, his body turned into golden quicksand in the wind and dissipated.

Dick glanced at the statue in front of him, took the white flower from Liadrin, and gently placed it on the table in front of the sculpture.

With the power of order, he can feel the heroic spirits entwined on this sculpture. It is a very special existence, just like those under the Holy Light’s Hope Chapel. Normally, there is no effect, but once it encounters a special Circumstances, these heroic spirits can be awakened.

If he guessed correctly, this should be the handwriting of the druids of the Cenarion Circle, but instead of letting the souls of these warriors dissipate in vain, it is better to let them continue to exist in this form. After all, this world is not reincarnated. One said.

"Villinde is gone?"

Dick’s voice was a little lost, and Jaina’s voice was trembling. It can be seen that Miss Werewolf also has feelings for Miss Werewolf. “Villinde only left a letter, and she was very much about her failure to help. Sorry, you also know that her relationship with An Wei Na is the best. She feels that it is because she is useless that An Wei Na died."

Liadlin was silent, and finally continued with what the eldest lady said, "That girl has been in extreme pain for some time recently... Don't blame her, Dick, she's just... just looking for peace of mind."

Dick turned around and looked at the high elf with his head down.

"You too, right? Are you leaving me too?"

Liadlin did not look up, but her body was trembling as well. She cried. After the transformation, An Wei Na was a little noisy, but everyone saw her as a relative. Now An Wei Na is dead. , Everyone is uncomfortable.

Liadrin came into Dick’s ears with a crying voice,

"Sorry, but every time I think of Anvina, I will... be so painful... If I can be stronger, maybe she won't... won't..."

Dick opened his arms and hugged Liadrin and Jaina, who was also crying. This scene made everyone turn around, leaving time and space to the three most sad people. .

They just lost their relatives, and Little Anduin who played well with Anwina's eyes is already red. Although the golden elf is always noisy in his ears when he needs to be quiet, but That was his few good friends, and she also taught him a lot of Holy Light spells.

"I won't let you leave me, Liadlin. This is also my responsibility. Together we will find a way to revive her. I also promised to take her to see the Four Holy Spirits. I promised her! Will do it! Let's go together."

Liadrin struggled a few times, and finally chose to obey. She also understood that after Anwina died, Dick was definitely the most painful, because this little thing has been with him for almost 3 years, they are The friend who thinks the most in mind, the partner of the true soul.

Without her, Dick's soul was not even complete anymore.

At this time, Dick needed more comfort and support than she did.

Five minutes later, Dick, who had completed the tribulation, took the two ladies to the little prince.

"Anduin! My disciple! I need your help. Regarding Anvina, you may need to use your power to do something disgraceful."

The little prince immediately grabbed the scepter in his hand and said loudly,

"I will help you, mentor! Anvina is also my friend!"

"Ah, very good."

Dick couldn't help but stretched out his hand to pull the little prince's neat hair into a mess, then leaned down and whispered in his ear,

"Well, it's not a big deal. I need you to "transfer" Dr. Harrison Jones from the Great Library of Stormwind to Tanaris to do some "special" archeological research. My subordinate, Captain Morija, will be responsible. The next thing."

Anduin's eyes widened.

"Harrison? The old-fashioned archaeologist who just divorced last year? He gave me history lessons, but he was just an ordinary person..."

"No, no, my disciple, Dr. Harrison's background is much more complicated than you think, but trust me, I won't force him to do what he doesn't want to do, that's a respectable person."

Dick explained, and then turned to look at Morija. The latter Dick was slightly possessed, and the paladin took out a black sheathed sword from the storage ring, which was made of Princess Hahoran’s tail nails. Gentlemen wouldn’t use such a poisonous weapon, but the pirate captain didn’t care.

Dick made a special trip to ask for this sword from Overlord Saurfang as a reward for his loyal subordinates.

For this, he even paid for the magic weapon of Vik Nilas the Great, but that thing was useless for the Paladin and his subordinates. It was too big, Saurfang promised that he could. Use it, so Dick is also happy to make an exchange.

In the name of friendship.

"Take it, Senxia, ​​this kiss of death is very suitable for you. A warrior who fights the sea should have a weapon worthy of his identity. Don't insult it!"

Dick handed the gorgeous thorn sword to the Dark Lord. He knew that this vulgar pirate liked this gorgeous and exposed thing. Sure enough, a trace of excitement flashed in Senxia's eyes, and he took it with respectful hands. The high-level weapon forged by the top Dark Iron Dwarf Master himself, the owner is right, this is the symbol of his status that is truly worthy of him!

"Respected Master, are you going to Uldum next?"

Senxia asked, "I have ascertained the route to go there, and my fleet can set off at any time!"

Dick shook his head. He looked towards the eastern sky.

"After you received Dr. Harrison in Tanaris, take him to Uldum and leave a boat in Hotsand Harbor to wait for me to return. I will go to another place first. By the way, protect Dr. Harrison. , If he doesn’t cooperate, tell him that Uldum has clues to the origin furnace and three obelisks, and then give him the best supplies. That place is your goal this time, and Prince Brian in Ironforge is also I will bring archaeologists to help you, but don’t worry, I guess it will take at least a month to pass, so if you can, build a forward base there, which can also serve as your port. Remember! Don’t conflict with the locals. ."

Senxia nodded respectfully and watched Dick and his party leave. He tied his gorgeous black stabbing sword around his waist and threw his original commanding knife studded with gems to the trembling Mr. Gibbs. .

"How? Does this sword match my temperament?"

Captain Morinia looked at his shape and turned to ask the pilot from the Gilneas countryside. The latter was taken aback, and then gave a thumbs up with a smile on his face.

"I have to say, this sword makes your aura a little more noble. It's a perfect match!"

Senxia snorted with satisfaction, waved his hand, and motioned for Mr. Gibbs to follow, and the two of them walked toward the brightly lit ruined battlefield.

"Gibbs, I need you who are loyal to rush back to Red Sand Harbor as quickly as possible. Before Dr. Harrison arrives, we will clean up our boat. I don’t want to be rude in front of the host’s guests. For a big man like Prince Brian, this is our opportunity, do you understand? As long as you can catch the Ironforge line and smuggle weapons alone, it is enough to make you and me the richest guy in this sea."

The Dark Lord said to his subordinates contentedly,

"Think about it. We will become as powerful as the bloodsail pirates. Everyone will kneel under our prestige. By the way, don't you always want a new ship? Tell the boys, we Three days later, we raided Sunset Bay and defeated those impeccable South Sea pirates. You and Tony will get new ships.

Gibbs couldn't help swallowing, he was also infected by the bright prospect described by Senxia, ​​but soon, the cool breeze calmed him down.

"But Captain, we don't have enough manpower..."

"Look there! Poor old Gibbs!"

Senxia pointed to the ruined battlefield ahead, and said, hating iron and steel, "Move your rum-burnt brain, where, there are desperadoes who are fortune, and the master doesn’t lack such gold coins. Oh, praise the Holy Light, he is really the most generous, go and fill every ship with those desperadoes!"

"The era of the Dark Lord is coming!"

Senxia’s whispers were quickly blown by the night wind into the sands of this large desert. All the dreams and all the sorrows are meaningless to this ancient desert. Nothing is eternal, even the giant. The dragon will disappear in time.

Only this piece of ancient quicksand, and only this piece of silent quicksand, is the watcher of time and the witness of all history. You can hate it or like it.

It is eternal.

In the cold and glorious eternity, everything will be submerged in the yellow sand, even including the omnipotent time.