Azeroth Trail of Light

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, even in the more ancient times, most of the entire universe was ruled by the Titans of the Pantheon.

They are the most benevolent rulers, they will not even use violence to show their authority, although each of them is the most powerful existence in this universe, these powerful creatures keen to sow the seeds of life visited several Tens of millions of planets have opened up countless ages of life on those planets suitable for the growth of life.

But no matter how gentle rulers have iron and blood, the Pantheon is no exception. During their long journey of searching for life, they saw not only the lawful and beautiful lives, but also some twisted and dark existences. Either because of nature, or because of the formation of acquired nature, in short, allowing these distorted lives to exist in the universe wantonly is the greatest threat to other lives.

Therefore, the Titans have also established many prisons in the boundless universe, dedicated to imprisoning these brutal lives.

The largest of these is called Marton, which is an evil prison composed of a whole planet. In the beautiful universe age, Marton and other planetary prisons hold the most cruel, most sinister, and most cunning dark life. Guarded by the most powerful warrior of the Pantheon, the bronze Titan Sargeras himself, in that era, under the stellar sword named Geshlacher in the hands of the bronze Titan, no darkness dared to resist.

But even the wisest Titans did not realize that their most powerful warriors have been changed a lot in the endless battle with the Void Lord of the Shadow Realm who has been trying to erode the universe, and they have seen endless corruption and depravity. , And discovered that the disgusting Void Lord’s corrosion of the new-stage celestial spirits, the purifying flames continue to emerge in the heart of Sargeras, Sargeras believes that the purification of the universe is for those who have been used by the Void Lord’s minions The purification of the corroding Protoss is the only way to ensure that the universe will not be captured by the Void Lord.

He thinks this is the most correct! But he did not realize that the appearance of this cruel idea already meant that a certain part of his soul was approaching chaos, but at this time Sargeras might be saved, after all, he was the highest manifestation of order. Titans are far more resistant to chaos than mortal creatures. As long as other Titans notice this, it is not difficult to prevent the next thing from happening.

Unfortunately, fate is always so tricky. After Sargeras had this idea, when he patrolled the prisons of various planets daily, a kind of demonic creature named Nathrezim, because they are good at playing with souls, Moreover, torture is regarded as a kind of entertainment, sealed by the Titans in prison, this creature is best at stimulating the darkness of other creatures.

They are crazy, adventurous, and don’t know for what purpose, they applied their abilities to the most powerful Sargeras. In the past, Sargeras simply ignored this low-level temptation, but at this time, Sargeras The darkness in Glass's heart was already ready to move, and Nathrezim's adventure became the last key to unlock the darkness.

As a result, the Bronze Titan fell, and the noblest life fell into the darkness. He would still fight the void for this universe, but at the same time, driven by the dark will, he broke all the planetary prisons, using demons and endless distortions. As their servants, they fear the power of Sargeras, and all the demons including Nathrezim are all loyal to Sargeras. They call themselves the Burning Legion, and they are cruel in the universe. Purification".

The Burning Crusade, wherever the Burning Legion went, there were only the remains of the cold planet and the graveyard of life. Only Sargeras and his adjutants knew the end of this expedition. Now, Dick and the Guardians have also Got it.

Azeroth, the most promising Protoss Titan who has been corrupted by the ancient gods, Elune.

Of course, everything that happened in Mardoon today has little to do with Azeroth.

Marton, as the largest demon prison, was the first dark land opened by Sargeras. The powerful power of the Dark Titans completely tore the planet apart, but weirdly did not destroy it and survived from the hands of the Dark Titans. Most of the land, in a weird form surrounded by dark green magma and fel energy, and cruel magic energy, continues to exist in the void, but due to the raging energy left by the Titans, the space barriers of this land have been transformed into A unique look.

It is said that from Marton can reach any planet controlled by the devil, and it is precisely because of this special nature of space that the demons of the Burning Legion did not abandon it. On the contrary, they regarded this place as a forward base for the great plan of continuing the Burning Expedition. This land in the void was almost filled with all kinds of demons.

Its name is also called Marton. Of course, the cannon fodder army of the King of Outland who landed here a few months ago called it the "Demon Star", which is so appropriate that even the elite Illida Rays, also began to call Mardum this way, looking from the Desperate Ridge of Illidari’s camp to the north of Mardoon, there is nothing in this broken world except for the endless dark green that represents the existence of the devil.

To the northwest of Desperate Ridge, is the station of the Cannon Fodder Legion. It is said to be the station, but in fact it is a small plain surrounded by 7 large Legion Portals. In this place full of demons, don’t expect how good and hard the living conditions are. On the icy ground, there were several camps scattered around, and there were hardly any tents between them. That was the dividing line between the major forces within the Cannon Fodder Legion.

Illidari upholds their leader's non-trivial work, no matter how harsh the methods are, those indifferent and crazy demon hunters only care when the demon strikes, these cannon fodder can come in handy for real use, besides, cannon fodder They do not pay attention to the struggle within the legion. It is said that there is an unspoken rule in the cannon fodder legion, as long as the undead, or the dead are not found, they can do whatever they want.

Well, I’m not mistaken, and you’re not mistaken. Even in a world full of demons, these cannon fodder will still fight each other. This is the terrible nature of intelligent creatures. There is no way to control it. In fact, if it is not in Marton If there are far more demons than they are ready to rush into the Desperate Ridge Camp to slaughter them all, these villains from all parts of Azeroth have long since killed each other.

However, whether it is Illidan who received them or Dick who sent them over, they don’t really care how these scumbags will die. The only question is whether their deaths are valuable. Obviously, for the big shots, It is a very valuable thing to let these **** die in Marton.

"Hi, newcomer, come and give me a pounding back!"

The gloomy orc warlock was picking his teeth with a crude toothpick, while shouting at Gamore who was about to return to the camp with his lunch. The tauren lowered his head and didn't intend to pay attention to those who were stunned by the chaos. Guys, but the warlock from Twilight's Hammer regarded this silence as fear. He grinned and patted the table, and the two black-robed cultists who were with him stopped Gamor from one side to the other. .

"Did you not hear me?"

The orc warlock with a toothpick in his hand walked in front of Gamor. He looked at the tauren who had only arrived in the camp half a month ago, thinking about the threat of this guy. Judging from his usual performance, this guy should be a good one. Bullied.

And this little conflict has attracted a lot of boring guys. Bastards of all races are holding their plates around to watch the excitement. In Marton, a place where birds don’t shit, there is little entertainment. In fact, it’s also here. It’s not that there are no women...but considering the nature of this camp, the women who can be sent here will definitely not be better bullied than these men. In fact, one of the five major forces in the camp is made up of those who call themselves "Bren "Hilda" is a group of female Vrykus. They only accept women and are nicknamed "she-wolves", a group of lunatics that no one wants to provoke.

The power of the orc warlock is Twilight's Hammer, a cult that everyone in Azeroth screams and beats, but in Marton, which is full of scumbags, they have not been punished more for their evil deeds. In other words, being thrown here is the greatest punishment in itself. After all, when the war came, the casualty rate of the cannon fodder battalion was as high as 80%. Those who survived by chance would be absorbed by the orthodox legion of Illidari. The servants still have to charge forward, but at least they can enjoy the blessing in this ghost place before they die.

Facing the provocation of the orc warlock, Gamore pursed his mouth. His lips were covered with dead skin that had fallen off from the extreme heat of the day and the extreme cold of the night. In the half month since he came to Marton, Gamore was there. The coalition forces have gone through three battles. The more than 2,300 scum and bad species who came with him, now only 200 people are dead. In this half month like a year, Gamour has seen all kinds of things. Such methods of death include being burned to death, being frozen to death, being hacked to death, being eaten, being melted, being poisoned to death, or even committing suicide.

To be honest, this tauren, who used to be a gangster in Orgrimmar, can persist to the present, which is enough to show that his will is firm, or that it may be earlier, this guy has been numb.

More and more people gathered around Gamol and the provocative orc warlock, and some guys who were afraid of the chaos of the world were shouting something, as if they were expecting a fight to make everyone feel depressed. Release it. The orc warlock seemed to enjoy this gaze quite a bit. He stepped forward, waved the staff in his hand, and violently knocked the dinner plate that Gamol was holding into the air, leaving the dishes cooked well, but Food with bad ingredients is spilled everywhere, like a food rain.

The linen shirt worn by the tauren was stained with food stains, but he still lowered his head and did not respond to the humiliation. His lips moved slightly, but his voice was very small, and no one could hear what he was saying. .

Gamour’s reaction made the orc warlock even more satisfied. He felt that it was the effect of the Twilight Hammer emblem hanging on his chest. He triumphantly walked around in front of the tall and weak tauren, like a Like a big man, he finally slapped Gamor on the face with another slap.

"Hey, coward! Don't show up in front of my eyes, otherwise, in the name of Twilight's Hammer, I will cut your flesh bit by bit, let your blood flow, and then feed you to those **** demons! roll!"

After the warlock had done all this, he turned around and was about to leave, but at this moment, a huge palm full of knife marks was pressed on his shoulder, and when he approached, an unimaginable force came from him. From the shoulder, blood-red anger rose rapidly on the palm, and then burned crazily. With the blessing of anger, the orc heard the bones of his shoulders in just one second. The broken sound.

"what!!"

His screams awakened his companion for the first time, and the two black-robed cultists quickly drew out their weapons, and rushed towards Gamor, who was still bowed but whose whole body was enveloped in blood-red anger.

"Let him go! Fuck..."

The human cultist's words were not finished yet, a huge blood-red fist was getting bigger and bigger before his eyes, and then...

"boom"

The red blood was like an erupting waterfall. When the head was spilt towards the people watching the excitement around, the body of the human cultist shook, his headless body smashed on the ground, and the long knife in his hand had fallen. In the palm of Tauren's palm, before another troll cultist had time to escape, he was pierced with a knife from behind, and the blade was quickly drawn out. Gamour also raised his head at this moment. The pair was originally brown. His eyes were already full of crimson at this time. He raised the struggling and wailing warlock in the air with one hand, and looked at him with his head tilted.

"Are you going to feed me to the devil? Are you going to kill me?"

"Come on! Come and kill me! Come on! Come on!!! Bastard, come on!"

No one dared to stop the furious tauren. In fact, the really smart guys sneaked out of the crowd at the moment Gamol fought back. There is no shortage of lunatics driven mad by pressure in this camp, when those madmen go mad. It’s the most dangerous, like Gamour in front of him. He is obviously on the verge of collapse. The warlock who knows nothing about life and death ran to pick him up, but only one... Azeroth has many dangerous creatures, crazy. The tauren is definitely one of the guys on the list.

Five minutes later, with a cry of uniform and a black war scythe on his back, the indifferent Soul Eater Alleri took two Greytongue Broken Berserkers and walked from the road apart from the crowd to the scene of the murder just now. That one is said to be crazy. The Tauren warrior was sitting desperately on the side, holding a half-cut knife in his hand, looking like an ordinary coward, but his hands were stained with blood and minced meat, and beside him was a giant head. The human corpse smashed by force, a troll corpse with its heart and entire abdomen torn apart, and a bunch of **** and disgusting things, it can barely be seen that it is an orc corpse.

"Hmm...is Twilight's Hammer provoking it again?"

Allély stretched out his fingers to cover his nose gently, and then waved his hand casually. Standing behind her, the Grey Tongue Breaker in black hideous armor in full-suit and armor stepped forward, dragging the unconscious Gamor towards Walked outside the camp.

The beautiful demon hunter didn't care about the dead villain at all. Anyway, there was no good person to live in this place. In short, ten minutes after she left the camp, a new order was issued.

As a punishment, the 107th Assault Wing, which Gamour belongs to, must turn in at least 10 demon heads in 6 hours to make up for it. However, the Twilight Hammer has always been causing trouble recently, so in tonight’s raid. , The cannon fodder of Twilight's Hammer will be the main attack. If they can come back alive, no one will hold them accountable. If they can't come back, it will be equivalent to their punishment for stirring up troubles during this period of time.

0 demon heads, a fair deal, isn't it?