Azeroth Trail of Light

It was also in Shattrath City, at the End of the World Tavern in the slum, Khadgar poured a glass of wine depressed.

This mage is very old, with white hair, wrinkles on his outstretched fingers, and wrinkles on his face, but his eyes can tell other people that he is a young person, but he doesn’t know what kind of bad luck he has suffered. , Causing him to have this situation now.

However, judging from his sluggish demeanor, he had obviously adapted to this situation.

He was wearing a purple mage robe, which looked a little heavy, and he was inconvenient to move. He had a strange wooden staff beside him. The top of the staff was carved with an owl. On the owl's feet, there was also a special seal carved. Red cloth strips with complex magic patterns,

It seems nothing special, but if you look carefully, you can see the phantom of the black crow floating on the top of the stick all the time, flying back and forth on the stick.

This is not an ordinary staff, this is the staff of the guardian, once belonged to a great mage, Medivh, an astral mage.

Khadgar was Medivh’s apprentice. At the end of the period when Medivh was mad, he combined with Marshal Lothar and General Turalyon, as well as the assassin Garona, to kill Medivh and his mentor.

Khadgar felt that he had done nothing wrong. When Medivh died, those relieved eyes also told him that he had done nothing wrong, but the scene was like a nightmare, rolling back and forth in Khadgar’s memory, ten For several years, there hasn't been much change. He did something that he didn't know if it was wrong or right.

The most important thing is that he himself didn't know whether he was a hero or a messenger.

Khadgar has been in Outland for several years. In order to close the Dark Portal, General Turalyon took the High Elf Ranger General Alleria Windrunner, the Wildhammer Dwarf Hero Kurdran Wildhammer, the human hero Danas Torbyen, under the guidance of Khadgar, rushed into Draenor and tried to close the Dark Portal from the other side. That was a heroic move. To this day, the statues of these five heroes Also erected in the Valley of Heroes in Stormwind.

The world thought they were dead, but in fact they did not. They still have their own heroic deeds in Outland.

General Turalyon and the first death knight of the orcs, the powerful Talon Gorefiend, fought a battle in Shadowmoon Valley, and then both disappeared. General Alleria was looking for her husband and also disappeared in the Twisting Void. Danas built the Glory Fort in the hell-like Hellfire Peninsula, staying there all the year round, monitoring the movement of the Dark Portal.

Kurdran went to the most dangerous Shadowmoon Valley. After losing his comrades, the dwarf was very angry and vowed to avenge them. But after Illidan became the lord of Outland, Kurdran faced more and more power. The Illidari could only choose to retreat and eventually returned to Shattrath.

Now, this Wildhammer dwarf with a beautiful golden beard was sitting across from Khadgar, drinking his sorrows.

"Sometimes I really want to die with those **** demon hunters!"

The dwarf was already drunk. He waved the glass in his hand and yelled, "Those idiots are deceiving people too much! What do they think of us? Courageous cowards? If you want me to say, we have to rush out and They fight hard, even if they die, they are better than being angry here!"

Khadgar was still awake. He looked at the angry dwarf and then at the excited refugees around him, and hurriedly calmed him down.

"Well, Kurdran, drink more and talk less. Illidan has surrounded this place for so long. He must have his plan. We can't act recklessly, especially when Danath's life and death are unknown...but you are right. , This feeling is too bad."

The mage drank all the ale in his hand. The dry taste made his eyes darker. In the past few days, in his sleep during meditation, he occasionally remembered the scenery of Azeroth, Dalaran, North County. , Even Karazhan.

The wizards’ dreams do not appear randomly, they all carry some signs, so Khadgar is very worried whether there is something wrong with Azeroth. They are fighting in another broken world, suffering, and they are used to it. Given this half-dead world, Khadgar absolutely didn't want his hometown to suffer the same bad luck.

But just a few minutes later, the communication stone in Khadgar's arms jumped. The mage slowly put down the wine glass in his hand, picked up the sound transmission stone, and connected, the hoarse voice of Ms. Isana, the leader of Aldor. Sounded in it.

"Kadgar, come to the Hall of Light, important things, with that rude drunkard."

Upon receiving the call, the mage hurriedly picked up Kurdran who had been drunk and slapped with his left hand, and a cloud of icy scum shot on the face and neck of the dwarf. That kind of coolness made Kudran so cool. Delan jumped directly from the ground, he looked at Khadgar angrily.

"What's the matter? You bastard, you said don't use this method to wake me up!"

The mage ignored him, walked quickly to the door, and threw three gold coins on the counter in the Tianya Tavern.

"Ms. Isana summons us. By the way, Kurdran, you should at least curb your admiration. Ms. Isana is old enough to be your great-grandmother. You have to respect her! I don't want to see you get caught again. The draenei paladin threw out Shattrath."

"One shame is enough, I know!"

Kurdran hurriedly organized his clothes. Although he was talking about the truth, he obviously did not give up his intention to express his love. Actually speaking, Isana's age is just now among the immortal draenei. Adults, but as Khadgar said, Isanna has gone through too many things, and mortal love can hardly move her.

Although it was a really charming noble lady.

When the two people came to the Holy Light Hall, they found that this solemn hall on weekdays was now full of people, and they were not ordinary people.

Ms. Isana stood at the forefront, and beside her was the commander of all the draenei armed forces in Shattrath, General Tila Salan, and behind, the representative of the ogre, Grok, the leader of the arakkoa to redeem Relak, the elder of the Broken, Suraku, the elder of the Robeman, Protoss astrologer Soris, and at least 5 Naaru of different colors.

Seeing this scene, Khadgar knew that something had happened, and it was a real event.

Soon, the keen mage noticed the asylum in Shattrath City, the three guys in front of the silver Naru Adar who were out of place with the surroundings.

A Sin'dorei envoy looked like a paladin and two demon hunters.

They were standing there, and on the opposite side was the power representative of the entire Shattrath who seemed to be isolated and helpless, but in fact, only three people deep into the enemy's back were enough to prove their confidence, as well as Illidan's confidence.

"Ultimatum?"

Khadgar shook his head to himself. Most of the entire Outland was ruled by Illidan. If the ultimatum was issued, it would not be issued until 43 days later. Therefore, they came, there must be something special. s reason.

In full view, Gasios did not panic. In fact, Adal’s breath made him familiar. He walked up to Naaru and passed the scroll in his hand to Isana. Trusted high-level worship.

Isana opened the scroll, and her pupils dilated after just one glance, but the clever priest knew what to do now, she held the scroll in her hand and said angrily to Gasios,

"Don't think that we can break up our alliance! Go back and tell Illidan that Shattrath will never give in!"

But Isana quietly placed her left hand next to her, and the gesture she made fell into the hands of Gasios, the Paladin of Sin'dorei narrowed his eyes, and then shouted even more pretentiously,

"Then you wait for death! Refugees! When Illidan-sama's anger falls from the sky with flames, you will know how stupid you are! Reject this gift, hehe, I am waiting for you who kneel down and beg for mercy one day!"

After speaking, Gasios walked out of the Hall of Holy Light with a swagger. Other leaders, such as the grumpy ogre, wanted to teach him a lesson, but Isana stopped him.

"Let them go!"

Aldor’s leader almost gritted his teeth and said this sentence, and everyone else could hear Isana’s anger, and soon this anger evolved into a kind of united hatred.

But that gesture, although hidden, could not hide in Khadgar's eyes. The mage looked at Isana and looked at her left hand holding the scroll. Is that trembling because of anger? Or is it because of... excitement?

This is a question worth considering.

Adal’s voice interrupted Khadgar’s thinking, and the voice rang in everyone’s heart.

"It is difficult for Shattrath to survive the attack of Illidan... My brothers and I will fight for you time to escape. The next time they attack, go to Hellfire Peninsula... The Dark Portal, the prophet of the draenei Velen is ready to temporarily open the door of darkness in another world, go there! There is hope there!"

"Azeroth!"

Kurdran's voice resounded through the Hall of Holy Light. When the dwarf heard the Dark Portal, he couldn't help but exclaimed. He took two steps forward and looked at the brilliant silver naru, "Adal , We... can we really go back to Azeroth?"

Isana answered in place of Adal,

"Our prophet Velen, is in Azeroth now. He has the help of Azeroth’s civilized world. We can go there! The Dark Portal will help us block Illidan’s pursuit. We will be in that hope The world reshapes the army, and then...then counterattack!"

"Okay... this is... really great."

Kurdran’s tears welled up from those eyes. The dwarf hero wiped his tears while choking and said, “I can’t imagine that in my life, there will be the day when I can see Eagle’s Nest again. It’s great. It's a pity, it's a pity that Turalyon and Alleria can't see it anymore."

This sentiment quickly infected other people in the hall. They had never heard of Azeroth. Except for Grok, this ogre had experienced orc wars, even though he had never been to Azeroth. But back then, many ogres followed the orcs into that world.

But when everyone was discussing the New World and the war, Khadgar’s eyes met Isana, and Aldo’s high priest looked at Khadgar seriously, and there was only one meaning in his eyes. There was a faint voice in Khadgar's ears,

"I know this can't hide it from you, but Master...Don't try to expose it. You and your friends can't bear the weight of this thing. Believe me, this is a battle between two worlds. We... are just pawns. ."

Khadgar pursed his mouth, he lowered his head, his lips moved slightly.

"You have to guarantee that this will not affect Azeroth. I need this guarantee."

"Okay, I promise!"

So on this day, the entire Shattrath was mobilized, and the limited leaders learned about the desperate breakout of the Naaru. Under their orders and guidance, almost all the refugees who were still able to move were prepared for long-distance migration. Those who were frail and old took up arms voluntarily and helped the tribe to guard the escape gate.

This is something that hurts everyone's heart, but there is no way, this is a sacrifice that must be made.

The Great Devil's sight has never been far from this world. It may not pay much attention to this place where hope has been lost, but neither Illidan nor Naaru will take risks in this kind of thing.

Yes, this is just a drama for the great devil. Illidan needs to completely turn Outland into his own training ground. There can be no civilians here, and it is not suitable for them to survive, but he cannot treat these useless guys. Killed completely, and his friends need these refugees who survived the cruel war to fill his power.

Illidan was happy to do his friend a "little favor", especially after he paid a price that Illidan could hardly refuse, this absurd drama that took human lives as a consumable officially kicked off.

On the night of the third day, the Demon Hunter, the Naga and the Broken, attacked Shattrath amidst the green artillery that almost tore the sky.