Azeroth Trail of Light

It takes courage to sail into a mist-shrouded sea.

I didn’t feel much when riding on a flying horse before, but after I actually entered it in a slower boat, the whole ship, except for the vrykul who was dozing unconsciously, the hearts of everyone else. Can't help but mention it.

Imagine that in a place less than 2 meters visible, there is a thick white and cyan intertwined fog. The thick fog hangs from the sky like a curtain, and the heavy fog almost presses everyone’s heart. The boat is like It was driving into a place where time was frozen, and there was no sound except the sound of the oars sliding.

This is just a shallow scene.

After 3 hours, everyone has entered the true core of the fog. During this period of time, the fog and the surrounding sea seem to have faded from the gentle veil, showing the dangerous naked side to everyone. .

I don't know when the sunk sailing ship lay quietly on the bottom of the water. The sea here is surprisingly clear, and you can see the bottom of the sea at a glance, but it is precisely because of this that makes everyone's creeps.

The Paladin looked down and saw that a white bone in a military uniform was connected to a chain, and was bound in the shipwreck cabin below. In the waves of the sea, the washed white bone was floating strangely in the water. Old Chen just watched. With a glance, his claws gripped the ship's side tightly, and the hard wood creaked by him.

Dick turned his head and saw that Old Chen's eyes were closed tightly. He seemed to be afraid to look closely at the decoration of the white bones. With the shaking of the ship, the body of the Pandaren monk also began to sway strangely, seemingly ready to fall off at any time. Into the sea.

"Old Chen!"

Dick shouted, and at the same time placed his left hand on Old Chen's shoulder, the power of order was lightly stimulated, and the eyes of the Pandaren monk opened immediately, and the whole person was panting with big mouths, as if he had just come from As if waking up from a nightmare, he took a step back and sat down in the middle of the boat. His hurried body didn't look like an epic monk at all.

Dick ignored the surprise of the others, half kneeling in front of the desperate Pandaren, and slapped the pandaman's face with a slap. This blow made Old Chen's cheeks swelled immediately, but he was also a little regained. Looking at Dick blankly, the latter grabbed his shoulder and said loudly,

"Old Chen, tell me, what did you see?"

"I...I, I saw Lili, she was in the sea...she..."

A trace of clarity flashed in Old Chen's eyes, and he shook his head vigorously, then rubbed his forehead.

"Uh... it's some kind of force that affected me, sorry."

Dick patted Old Chen on the shoulder, then looked at the others,

"Did you see it? This is our first difficulty!"

The other people sitting on the boat felt that the surrounding air was a little bit cold, and in this quiet mist, something strange seemed to be peeping at them.

"what is that?"

Valera seemed to play with the dagger in her hand carelessly, but from her body that was slightly close to the bearskin, the assassin was also scared.

Dick glanced at her.

"Use emotions to influence your opponent, the mysterious evil demon, the filth left by the ancient gods on this land, cheer up, brothers."

As soon as Dick's words fell, Gavincent the Vrykul opened his eyes. The beast that had been dozing off raised his head, gestured to the others in a silent gesture, and he listened for a few seconds. Zhong, pointing to the east,

"There! There are people fighting there! Lots of them!"

Dick's eyes lit up, and without him speaking, the dragon man Das grabbed the oar, changed direction, and drove in the direction of Gavincent's gesture.

At this time, in the mist, there is indeed a crazy fight taking place.

Opposing both sides is a human navy that has been completely chaotic, and some...trolls.

On this not a big island, the fog has rarely dispersed, and blood has filled the beach. It seems that this fight has been going on for a long time, but what is surprising is that it should have been a brutal giant. The devil, under the current situation, is showing a defensive form, and the weak human beings actually have the upper hand.

But it seems that the behavior of those humans is not so normal. A dozen people are kneeling on the beach and crying heartbreakingly, while the other two dozen guys have red eyes and rushed towards the troll with their weapons. Behind them, there was blood and stumps, and the smell of blood made people nauseous.

And this whole scene makes the scalp numb inexplicably.

"Sacrifice your lord, those humans have attacked! Should we kill them?"

The sturdy troll warrior twitched the spear in his hand, seeming to suppress his bloodthirsty cock, facing the old troll sitting on a rock and wearing a very weird and cumbersome priestly robe, which was painted with oil. The samurai looked respected.

The old troll has grown old, and his thin arms outside of his robe are exposed from time to time. They are engraved with complicated and mysterious magic patterns, which look mysterious and mysterious. He lifted his head slightly and glanced at the evil spirits. The human soldier, with a light sigh,

"Don't entangle with them, and meet the God of War Jalak as soon as possible. We have more important things to do. These soldiers used to fight the Qiraji with me in Silithus. They shouldn't die here, let alone die in our hands. . Just wait."

"But your priest, if they attack like this, we will lose!"

The troll warrior was a little stunned. He didn't understand the meaning of sacrifice. Until a few seconds later, the human sailors who were more than ten meters away from the troll's position actually screamed and killed each other. This scene saw the trolls. The samurai was horrified. It was not trying to lure the enemy. He saw with his own eyes a sailor stabbed the waist knife into the abdomen of another guy, and the stabbed guy, as if he could not feel the pain, waved his hand. The halberd hacked and killed.

It's like a group of guys whose hearts are controlled!

"bass"

A blade of light pierced the mist and appeared beside the troll sacrificial. Valera almost clung to the shadow of the troll warrior, stunned with the hilt of the troll warrior, her vicious voice sounded behind the old troll.

"What did you do to them? Troll, unlock your evil spells!"

This sudden noise made the defending troll warriors notice something wrong, and they immediately rushed towards Valera. These trolls are taller and stronger than the trolls in other parts of the land of Azeroth. , And they wear wooden armor, not as crudely equipped as other trolls.

"Get out!"

"Come back, Valera!"

An old yelling, a low-pitched command sounded almost at the same time, Dick led the others out of the fog, and the high elf assassin reluctantly let go of the old troll, just for a few seconds. Over time, she has discovered the weirdness of those human sailors.

It doesn't look like a troll spell.

However, the high elf's aversion to trolls made Valera not intend to apologize. In fact, there is no need to apologize for the current situation.

The old troll stood up tremblingly, his bright eyes looked at Dick, and Dick also looked at him. The latter had a strange expression on his face. He waved his hand, and the others behind walked around the troll and turned towards him. As the human sailors rushed to kill each other, the trolls could not care about the life and death of these humans, but Dick and the others could not.

The Paladin himself walked towards the old troll, hesitated, and embraced the old troll lightly.

Goraya rolled his eyes and glanced at Dick, then smiled and said,

"Your companion looks very irritable. In this place, irritability will kill her. You have to take good care of her."

Dick had no expression, but whispered,

"I know that to deal with Elder Goraya, Valera’s dagger is not enough. To be honest, Elder Zandalar, I’m very curious, why do you appear here? The Troll Council once every six years, It seems that it is about to be held. People like you shouldn't be here. Who do you represent? King Rastakhan? Or the Dark Prophet Zul?"

Goraya didn’t even lift his eyelids, as if nothing could awaken him from this drowsy state.

"In this place...is it appropriate to say this?"

Dick took a step back. He glanced at the human sailors who had been forcibly separated by Darth and Gavincent, or hit the human sailors directly on the ground, and nodded.

"Then, Elder Goraya, you owe me an answer."

After finishing talking, Dick walked quickly to the absolutely abnormal sailors. Anvina sat on his shoulders and made a grimace towards Goraya. Although she was an elemental creature, she lived a few lives in Quel'Thalas. For thousands of years, it has also inherited some habits of high elves.

For example, hate trolls.

The old troll didn’t care either. He sat on the rock again and entered that special state of meditation. The troll warrior held him tightly beside him. Where Dick hadn’t noticed, Goraya looked towards Gavincent's eyes were full of guard.

God Loa’s will told him, that human...no, that’s not a human being, that creature can definitely kill him before his soul leaves the body. In the absence of the more melee Jalak, Goraya knows , It is not suitable for a head-on conflict with Dick.

And...probably there is no need for conflict.

A smile appeared at the corner of the old troll's mouth, he closed his eyes, and continued to communicate with God Luoa.

"What's wrong with them? It's like being controlled by some kind of malice!"

Dick walked into the battlefield. The strong smell of blood made his brows frowned. Old Chen used the bamboo pole in his hand to suppress General Taylor on the ground, turning his head to look at Dick, everyone's eyes were looking. Looking at the Paladin, the latter took off the leather glove on his left hand and rolled up the sleeve to reveal the silver fist.

"They are the same as you, but you are much luckier than them."

Dick glanced at Old Chen, and then at the surrounding beaches that had been occupied by the laughing death. A trace of regret flashed in his eyes, but fortunately, there was no Anduin or Lili in it. It seemed that they were Before the disaster struck, he had already left.

"Back!"

The Paladin said, everyone except Old Chen took a step back silently. Although I don’t know what is going on with this weird scalp numb situation right now, it’s definitely the best to listen to Dick. Good way.

When Dick’s surging silver shimmering left hand pressed against the beast-like Brigadier General Taylor’s forehead, the determined soldier let out a tragic wailing. The silver light seemed to have his own will. After a slight shake, Black smoke sprayed out of Taylor's ears, nostrils, and mouth, and amidst the quacking screams, it gathered in the air above Taylor's head into the appearance of an indescribable monster.

The black smoke does not stop rolling, but it converges into a solid body, which is a chaotic monster with black and white disgusting bone spurs all over its body, and there are floating tentacles of the same color on top of its head. There are 7 on its face. Eyes full of anger, and a big mouth full of fangs.

Under the head, there are two big claws that are also made of black smoke, shaking, but at the moment it takes shape, a silver lightsaber slashes down, and the black smoke creature has not had time to let out a roar. , Under the shining of silver light, like snowflakes in summer, it quickly melted into the sky.

Dick looked at him in a coma, his face was peaceful, happy like General Taylor who had just crawled out of hell, and under his eyelids was an extremely complicated gaze.

"The evil spirit..."

And not far from him, the scene that just happened completely fell into Goraya’s eyes. Although the old troll’s face was still calm, in the depths of his eyes, a touch of horror had exposed him. Thoughts.

Dick... this mysterious guy can dissolve the evil demon so easily!

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