Azeroth Trail of Light

Ulduar's strategy is about to begin, and it seems that it has no effect on the mortal world. After the cruel Northern Expedition, the whole world has rarely entered into a peaceful state, at least on the surface, into a rare peace.

Baron, who had just returned home, stood quietly in the meditation room of the North County Monastery to comprehend the will of the Holy Light. For a sincere Holy Light believer, this kind of leisure time is the happiest, but it is not the same as the previous one. Compared to the young priest of, Baron, who returned from the battlefield in Northrend, was inevitable in the end, with a trace of the breath of a veteran.

In particular, the hideous knife mark on his arm represents everything that happened on the Icecrown Glacier and the Angasa battlefield. How cruel it is to survive such a war, Baron feels that he We must be grateful for the gift of the Holy Light. In the situation where the ammunition was exhausted, let alone Baron, even the kings and chiefs who charged on the front line of the battlefield could not guarantee their survival.

Moreover, no matter how brilliant the victory is, it cannot conceal the cruel nature of standing. The 30,000 soldiers sent by the entire Stormwind Kingdom walked off the battlefield alive, not even 10,000. Within a month after the end of the war, the entire Stormwind City The voices of sorrow and joy are all over, too cruel.

Baron is unwilling to think about whether this price is necessary, and this question actually does not need to be considered, but anyone who has actually seen the sea of ​​undead charge will not have any doubts about this answer.

Even during the period just after the war, Baron would be abruptly awakened by the nightmare, and he felt that part of his existence would be scattered on the battlefield forever.

"I hope it's worth it."

Baron's fingers stroked his chest a few times, ending the obvious today, but the moment he walked out of the meditation room, waiting for the messenger knight outside the door to stand up and salute, whispered,

"Baron Derrick Baron, this is your call-up order, please sign for it!"

"Ok?"

Balong raised his head. Although his eyes were closed tightly, he could undoubtedly see everything in front of him clearly in another way. He reached out and took the letter with the seal, his fingers on the surface of the letter with the characteristic blind writing. After a few strokes in the bumps, I understood the content of the letter.

"The coalition has begun to recruit veterans again? Why is the battlefield a cliff of storm?"

Baron asked suspiciously, and the knight scratched his head and replied respectfully,

"We don't know this, but it shouldn't be a drafting of veterans. There are only two letters in the entire North County, and the other one was received by Baron Maximilian."

"Ok..."

The young priest nodded, then stretched out his hand and picked up his gorgeous and unsightly staff from the side. Every time it swings, it will bring up a blue dazzling staff, which seems to be a staff with golden light all over it. , But at the top, there is a substantial image of Naaru in a suspended manner. At the outermost periphery of the three spikes, there is a holy white halo, at the moment Baron’s left hand holds the staff. , The pure holy light swayed on him, like putting a golden coat on him.

Against this light, even Baron's linen coat appeared noble and pure.

This scene seemed to be a story in mythology, and the Knight was stunned for a while, until Baron patted him on the shoulder, and the Knight recovered and hurriedly led the way.

As a priest dedicated to the Holy Light, Baron doesn’t have much to pack. He only needs to hold the Staff of the Guardian of the Light, which was personally given to him by the Great Knight of Order, Dick, and he can step onto the battlefield at any time. , This staff, and that kind of recognition, was the best gift Baron received in the Battle of the Northern Expedition.

The world is slowly undergoing certain changes, and only the most sensitive and in an invisible circle can perceive this.

At this time, at the K3 base in the Cliffs of Storms, the house that was originally used for living has been completely demolished. A super-large magic shield was opened at the position of K3, and the shield exuding lavender light replaced the top of the head. Falling snow keeps out of the shield to ensure absolute dryness inside.

This super-large enchantment controlled by a total of 30 dwarf mages at all times is not a luxury enjoyment. In fact, it is only a necessary condition for the assembly of a certain engineering instrument that requires high precision.

In the open-air square under the shield, tens of thousands of stone statues, gnomes, and goblin engineering masters are in a nervous busyness. Small and large mogu stone statues with brute force are the best workers. They They will not complain, will not be afraid of danger, and will absolutely obey orders. The most important thing is that they have a certain amount of wisdom to perform the delicate tasks assigned by the engineering masters.

In the entire super-large square, the Gnomeregan Craftsmen’s Association headed by the dwarf craftsman Mekkatork, and the Blacksot Technology Mercenary Group headed by the goblin tinker Galowitz and Hesop are using another Competitive way.

"Those **** gnomes secretly used some new type of gyro stabilizer!"

The treacherous black-market arms dealer’s black line dialed the engineering glasses from his eyes, and swiftly assembled a seemingly dangerous thing, like the explosive core of a spider mine. Pretending, while using a sharp voice, whispered to Garowitz, the goblin tinker who is also busy sitting next to him,

"I tried to get a sample, but I can't take it apart alone. I need your help. This new technology can make the development of our flying golem faster! Believe me, this is a very profitable business. !"

"Shhh! Damn, don't talk about it here, those dwarfs might be eavesdropping on our conversation!"

Garowitz put down the welding torch in his hand and waved his hand. "Take that stuff away. Let's go back to Gadgetzan and talk about these things. The most important thing at the moment is to get these siege equipment in order. It’s a big price. It’s said that the Dark Lord of the South China Sea is a dog under his command. Do you remember the attack on Hot Sand Port a few days ago? That was the Dark Lord’s work!"

Black Suo nodded with deep conviction, carefully stuffed the little toy in his hand into his pocket, then touched the large table full of parts with a puzzled face, and finally scratched his head.

"Garwitz, have you seen my hydraulic stabilization core? I remember I just assembled it yesterday!"

"I didn't see it, but I just transported a batch of equipment yesterday. Maybe the stone statues were taken away. This is normal. Okay, let's not talk about it. Let's get to work!"

On the other side of the square, the great craftsman Mekkatork carefully screwed the high-power steam tank in front of him with a large wrench in his hand. While working, he shouted to the dwarf engineer beside him,

"Go hard, guys! After doing this, we will be able to take these stone statues home. The Great Knight of Order promised to help us research the weapons and necessary soldiers to recapture Gnomeregan, for our city of technology, Don't stop, work harder!"

After the master craftsman shouted, he saw Harubin the dwarf engineer walking towards him from the corner of his eyes. The two opened their engineering glasses, winking and screaming. Finally, when Harubin passed by Mekkatork, he accidentally turned A swarthy, fist-sized part fell on the ground. Mekkatork picked it up and shook it before his eyes.

"Hey, the most advanced hydraulic stabilization core of the black cable, this is the last piece of my "Gnomeregan Annihilator"! Wait... Harrubin! Hi, buddy, I brought it a few days ago Where's the gyro stabilizer that came? I left it here before!"

"Oh, a batch of equipment was taken away yesterday, probably by those stone statues, don't worry, master craftsman, no one can steal from us!"

"Ok."

The great craftsman shrugged, put the hydraulic stabilization core in his pocket, then hummed an untuned tune, took out another gyroscope stabilizer from his pocket, and carefully placed it in front of the very large steam chariot. In the control core, finally whistled happily.

"Finished! Our most advanced "land behemoth", the Knights of Order will be satisfied with this stuff!"

The competition between you and me of the smart little guys is still going on. In the next two days, they will all have to work so busy, for money or for something more important. In short, this batch of siege equipment will eventually join. In the attack on Ulduar, facing the Iron Legion occupying the city, Dick's coalition forces must come up with truly powerful things.

Not to destroy, but to buy time!

Finally, in the headquarters of the frontline camp in the Snowy Stream Plain, new guests arrived.

In fact, it’s not a new guest. The old Fording dressed in uniform walked into the command hall in front of him under the guidance of Liadrin. He looked up and saw the old Mograine sitting there eating. Obviously, Judging from his wind and dusty appearance, he must have reached the Storm Cliffs directly from the Borean Tundra. Recently, Alessandro has been dealing with the development of the Borean Tundra, and he is so busy that he barely touches the ground.

"Who else? Is it just us?"

Old Fording sat on the chair, twisted a purple berry in his hand and took a bite. The sweet juice flowed down the corner of his mouth. The old knight wiped it easily and looked at the inside of the command center made of stone. It was very simple. , Almost nothing is superfluous except for the necessary things.

"And the **** old orc, the old dwarf, and the old Velen, all the people who said before... after all, they just came here to help."

After eating the last steak, Mograine threw aside the fork in his hand, rubbed his stomach, wiped his mouth with the handkerchief on the table, and replied with satisfaction.

"Maybe Uther will come too, but not necessarily. Dick said that Uther’s legion is best placed outside the cliffs of the storm to guard the gate for him. It is said that the energy in that city seems to have some harm to the undead, but ..."

The old knight turned his head to look at Ulduar in the distance from the window. Under the black clouds, the city of Titan is being surrounded by thunder light in the sky. White, gold, and bronze ornaments are distributed in the thick. The black iron-colored city wall is surrounded by ten thousand peaks, and there are those rays of light, just like the rays of light shining from the sky. In fact, Dick is trying to block certain areas of Ulduar.

These things combined together, and finally outside of the cold, eternal frost and dead air, the city looked like a real place where the gods lived.

It’s hard to imagine that this place that is enough to live in for hundreds of thousands of years is just a city, but in fact, against the backdrop of the heroic spirits and the tall mogu army, it seems that the snowy field has been on the snow for tens of thousands of years. The mysterious place where no one has visited is more in line with the scene of an apocalyptic battle.

"I said, I really want to fight to death in this place, will it be closer to the paradise in the myth?"

After the two old knights finished eating, they looked at the majestic wall of Ulduar on the edge of the snowy plain. Not far from them, Arcavon was commanding the treasure house guard, using magic and permafrost to build a building. The bridge across the Ulduar Great Divide serves as a passage for the Heroic and Mogu Legions gathered in the Snow Stream Plain to enter Ulduar.

Surrounded by these giants who are often more than 10 meters tall, even Old Fording and Mograine felt a little uncomfortable, but this time they were not called by Dick to desperately, but served as intermediate and senior Commanders, these giants, are about to become their soldiers. After Dick enters Ulduar with high-end combat power, they will be responsible for commanding these giants to stop the continuous siege of the Iron Legion.

It may not seem like a difficult task, but to be honest, who can know if it is not on the real battlefield?

In the distance, a golden thunder shadow beating in the darkness, and finally fell beside Old Fording and Mograine, Dick sounded behind them with a hint of teasing.

"Welcome, great knight, welcome you to join this war between mortals and gods, are you ready to enter the age of mythology?"