Azeroth Trail of Light

The southern coast of Gilneas is almost desolate, and there are biting reefs. It is destined that this coast will not be too prosperous. In fact, after the establishment of the country, Gilneas has hardly invested too much energy on this coast, and the natural danger lies in it. There, it was destined that no fleet would attack this country from the south.

But today is different! From Greymane Manor in the southwest of Gilneas to the Wind and Rain Cliffs in the southeast, the deserted coastline is full of cyan creatures. They are like deep-sea nightmares coming out of the sea. The upper body can barely see humans. The shape of the body, the lower body is a complete giant snake, there are scales covering the whole body, as well as the fleshy wings of fish, as well as tentacles and bone spurs of various colors.

The real mollusk is as gloomy as a poisonous snake.

The icy yellow snake eyes swept across the place, and the maliciousness contained in it made all the creatures being watched couldn't help but chill.

This is the Naga, a twisted creature that sank to the bottom of the sea following the glory of the Kaldorei Empire thousands of years ago. They have been hidden under the deep sea for hundreds of millions of years. No one would think except for the conservative night elves. They are a threat to the world, but today, an ordinary day in the world of Azeroth, they walked out of the deep sea and launched an attack on the coastline of the entire world.

Gilneas is only one of the stops, but obviously, the terrain here determines that it must be the key area for the naga to attack.

Most of the Black Forest in the southeast has been occupied, and the fortress of the Underwind Valley built by the Moonfury Werewolves and some humans has been completely destroyed by the wild sea beasts driven by the naga, under the raging number of unbelievable murloc legions. Below, everything along the way will be trampled into the dust, and then divided and eaten by those savage creatures.

This is a cruel sight that will not appear even when facing a werewolf. The werewolf at least does not eat people! But in the eyes of the murlocs, these terrestrial creatures are all food!

"The murloc rushed up again!"

The stern horn resounded through the gloomy sky. Lord Walden, who was sitting on the ground, was struggling to rest. He felt that the ground was shaking slightly. In the past 2 hours, this situation has happened too much. Many times.

He gritted his teeth and propped up his body with a halberd soaked in cold liquid, strode to the observation deck, without a telescope, and the fish people rushing out of the sea beating the coast came into his eyes.

Of course, Gilneas also has murlocs. This creature is like a big fish with two legs and hands. Almost every inch of land in Azeroth, the adaptability to the environment is simply horrible, Walden still remembers. When he was a child, the first time he fought with his father was to expel the murloc robbers near the manor, but at that time, he faced only more than 30 murlocs.

Those cunning creatures are timid and cowardly. They even kneel on the ground to pray to others for their lives. They seem to have their own language, but they do not have their own civilization. Even an ordinary adult holding a weapon. Next, you can easily kill a murloc.

But the question is, before his eyes, how many murlocs have rushed out this time on the entire coastal battlefield that has been completely covered by the corpses of murlocs and soldiers?

Endless! It was like a crab crawling on the beach every autumn to lay eggs, almost one after another. Walden felt dizzy before his eyes. Even if someone told him that these were all the murlocs in the world, he would believe without hesitation. How many murlocs did they kill in the past 2 hours?

I can't count them, but even so, the number of these **** creatures hasn't decreased even a little!

What a hell! Their hula hula screams make people upset and irritable. They hold all kinds of garbage weapons in their hands. There are even murlocs holding the leg bones of unknown creatures as warhammers. They have no armor and just use their bodies. The scales on it resisted the sharp blades in the hands of Gilneas warriors, and their height was even the height of a child.

But quantity! The **** amount!

"First row! Ready!"

The voice of the frontline commander has become extremely dry, and the soldiers hardly have any time to rest. They clenched their guns in a numb gesture. This is probably the only lucky thing for them. Behind them is Jill. The last human gathering place in Nice. In order to protect this large peninsula, the Gilneas royal family stocked enough weapons and ammunition here, as well as leather armor and some iron armor.

In fact, if it were not for the protection of these armors, the soldiers standing on this front would have been submerged by the fish people. Gilneas men never lacked courage, but now, there are no reinforcements behind them. They are the only group. Protect the country's fighters.

All they can rely on is the weapons in their hands, the armors on their bodies, and their comrades in arms, and nothing else.

"boom!"

The white smoke of the first row of muskets suddenly rose on the battlefield, and the murlocs who hula hula screamed were like hitting an invisible wall, and green blood flew across. With this amount and this distance, there is no need to aim. But this time the salvo did not stop the murlocs from advancing at all. All the soldiers could see that in the looming waves, there were even more terrifying serpents driving the murlocs' desperate attack.

The naga are not savage creatures without wisdom. Their offensive method is very simple. The murlocs charge, and when the will of the defenders is defeated, it is the turn of the more difficult naga warriors to play.

The second row of volleys sounded. Under the command of Lord Walden, the soldiers preparing to attack the assault lined up in three rows behind the Musketeers. They held sharp spears and formed a gun array, which could effectively block the fish. Human offensive, in fact, in the past 2 hours, they tried to persevere in this way.

Lord Walden also stood among the soldiers with a halberd. He was already a little weak, but as a commander, he could not leave. The 3,000 warriors and 2,000 civilians who voluntarily joined the battlefield died on the entire coastline. Persevere here without forgetting to die, he is unwilling to back off.

And standing next to him is a middle-aged man in leather armor that doesn’t fit well. He is not very eye-catching and has a gray beard. He is the most ordinary kind of person, as can be seen from the old dress he wears. Not a soldier, but more like a small businessman doing business.

Walden took a deep breath. At this extremely tired time, he suddenly wanted to find someone to talk to. The Murloc's forward was less than 300 meters away from them. The Musketeers fired at most 3 salvos, so he should go. Stepped forward to face the battle.

The Lord laughed mockingly, but before he could speak, a half-smoked cigar was handed to him, which made the Lord shocked. He turned his head and saw that the beard was smoking a ring of smoke. Grinning at him.

On weekdays, this kind of overreaching behavior would even be regarded as an insult by the nobles, but now, Walden no longer wants to bother about those things. He took the half of the inferior cigar and did not dislike it. Dirty, he took a hard sip on his mouth, and the pungent smoke made him barely lift his tired spirit.

The Lord breathed out the smoke ring comfortably, and then passed the cigar in his hand to the next soldier. He stretched out his hand and smiled at the middle-aged man with a beard.

"Green Walden, Lord of Dragonbone Bay"

The middle-aged young businessman stretched out his rough hand and shook Walden's hand, "George Marin, what identity, a small shopkeeper in the Gilneas business district, but now it's a soldier."

Lord Walden was silent for a moment.

"Yeah, we are all soldiers."

After a while, he asked again, "George, are you afraid? These murlocs want to eat us."

The little businessman moved his shoulders, clenched the spear in his hand, and slobbed disdainfully.

"Just rely on them?"

This reaction made Walden stunned again, and then laughed, he patted George Marlin on the shoulder vigorously.

"You will be a good soldier, George."

"Prepare for the shock!"

The shouts of the messengers sounded at this moment, watching the murlocs less than 50 meters away, feeling the heavier and heavier ground shaking, the last round of the musketeers fired, Walden and the soldiers holding the spears. They strode forward and placed their spears on their chests, each with a different expression on their faces.

There is anger, sadness, indifference, and despair.

But when the ugly, screaming murlocs rushed up frantically, all the expressions disappeared, leaving only one kind, grumpy and roaring.

"Go to hell!"

"puff"

Under the impetus of his power, the spear in Walden's hand pierced the body of the three-headed murloc. It was like a flag of flesh and blood. It was swept and swept by the lord's hands. At this moment, Val Den is unstoppable!

The whole space in front of him was almost leveled by him, the murloc wailing and those stumped arms were thrown everywhere, the pungent smell made Walden want to vomit, but he couldn't, he roared and strode Moving forward, like an angry God of War, his bravery inspired the soldiers, who followed this breakthrough and launched a countercharge forward.

There are a lot of murlocs, but their weakness is undeniable. Faced with the human warriors who are really outraged, after they unite, these murlocs have no hope of breaking through.

But just when Walden wanted to sweep again, the spear in his hand seemed to hit a hard rock. The painful back shock caused the spear to escape, and the lord raised his head in consternation, and saw A fierce Naga warrior was looking at him condescendingly. His scaly thick arms were holding a rust-colored giant trident. It was this uncompromising heavy weapon that swept away his spear just now.

The prolonged fight made Lord Walden's energy tightened to the extreme. The moment he saw this fierce Naga warrior, the lord struck him with a punch, but the tall Naga grinned and punched as well. The latter smashed the lord to the ground first, a clear fist print was printed on the armor on his chest, and the pain in his chest almost screamed.

Naga raised the heavy trident with both hands, his cold eyes were full of disdain.

"Dirty terrestrial creatures...Go to death!"

The trident whizzed down, Walden closed his eyes in despair, but after 2 seconds, the pain did not come, the Lord opened his eyes and saw a dark shadow in front of him, holding it with his hands. The trident that smashed down with a mighty force.

With a cigar in his mouth, George Marin turned to look at Walden, who also looked at him in amazement.

"you..."

"You are a good lord, you shouldn't die here..."

George's voice became hoarse, and as his arms became thick, the Naga warrior let out an angry roar, because his power was overwhelmed by this damned human.

And the black mane quickly rushed out of George’s face and his arms. One second later, a tall black-maned werewolf appeared in front of Walden, with a fierce, wild breath almost rushing over his face. With a wave of the werewolf's claws forward, Naga's body shook, and her figure stepped back.

"Go back, Walden, the defense still needs you!"

George took a deep breath, seeming to have a trace of determination. He dropped a word, then opened his claws, and roared to the sky. The screaming wolf howl spread across the battlefield between humans and murlocs in an instant.

"Hidden brothers, come, Gilneas needs our strength!"

"Oh oh oh!"

The howls of wolves one after another sounded on the front. They may be small merchants hidden among ordinary people, maybe kind cooks, maybe ordinary husbands, or old grandfathers, because of this and that. The reason was that he was infected by the werewolf plague, but he came into contact with Moonwrath and obtained those precious medicines.

They could have hidden it, and lived a lifetime in a mortal society.

Now, the safety of 120 civilians rests on these soldiers, but they are too tired, mortal bodies are too weak, they need help, so George stood up and chose between the freedom of self and the safety of the group. To take the initiative to expose their secrets.

After him, more werewolves who hid among the mortals came forward, they wanted to protect their relatives, even if their relatives would regard them as monsters in the future.

But so what?

For heroes, appearance is not important, is it?