Azeroth Trail of Light

Draenor, this should have been a name that has nothing to do with Azeroth, but a door more than 20 years ago, and a war, made this name and Azeroth closely linked. .

The acquaintance of the two worlds began with war and plunder, but in the end, they entered a road of mutual adaptation and interdependence. The Dark Gate was not demolished. On the contrary, the one in 26 years lasted for 8 days. After the world war, this door that once symbolized disaster and that piece of land like the end of the day have undergone new changes.

It began to prosper again... but it was not based on war, or that its prosperity was deformed, it symbolized the opening of another war, or a feast.

Fear has set the table and chairs, sadness is weeping, destruction is put on a costume, and death is sitting high, it is full of ambition, it is about to dance.

The feast of death is about to begin.

"Come on, this horrible weather, it might rain here... bad luck"

More than a dozen knights on horseback were chatting and talking, probably because the terrain was completely destroyed. The weather in the Scarlet Cursed Land has changed a lot. There are rumors in the army that this was because it was here more than 20 years ago. Too many people died in the war, those souls were unwilling to die underground, and they kept crying in sorrow. The rain was their tears.

But this is nonsense. Azeroth is truly undead. Everyone knows that the undead who died in battle are not so capable.

The knights' armor is not neat, but from the posture of the horse riding, it can be seen that this is a real battlefield veteran, and the military emblems on their chests and shoulders also prove this.

It was a lion and a sword. The famous Seventh Army of the Stormwind Kingdom, the best combat army in Azeroth, but those familiar with the situation know that most of the Seventh Army’s soldiers are currently Scattered on the battlefields around the world to guard against cunning tribal invasions, and some in Gilneas to help refugees evacuate and maintain the battlefield conditions, now they appear in the cursed land in the southernmost part of the continent, they must be shouldering the task.

In fact, it is true.

Behind the heavily armed knight, there are three special iron cages made of the strongest black iron and humped on a carriage. This kind of large cage is generally used to contain ferocious beasts, but now, those three There are three people in a cage.

And the cage alone is not safe. The three people have heavy chains on their wrists and ankles. The three buddhas are more ferocious than wild beasts.

At the forefront of this group of people, the only military fortress in the Cursed Lands, the Watch Fort, has been looming under a weird and thunderous night sky from time to time.

Their destination is definitely not Watch Fort. The Dark Portal, located in the center of the Cursed Land, is the end of their journey, or the other world behind the Dark Portal is their true destination.

Ten minutes later, in front of the gate of the Watch Fort, the indifferent watchman commander General Rosendon personally received these knights. He took the list of the people escorted this time from the head of the knight, and there was only Three names, but the old general raised his brow, and then he wrinkled tightly.

"Huh, three big troubles!"

The veteran general who had completely experienced two orc wars snorted and walked to the front of the three iron cages. The torches on the wall of the Watch Fort loomed his face. Rosendon touched his white beard. Looking at the three people silently in the cage, they suddenly shouted,

"Edwin VanCleef!"

"Iva Bloodfang!"

"Landofy Moloch!"

Hearing their names, the three prisoners raised their heads. They were three human beings, all wearing prison uniforms and shaved their hair. Frankly speaking, they were not impressive, but the old general who knew the inside story knew What kind of characters are these three guys.

It's no wonder that the high-level has to send so many elite soldiers to **** them, and even if one of these three people gets out of the way, they will cause terrible trouble.

"What's the matter? Mr. Rosenden."

One of the guys yawned lazily, looked at the expressionless old general with a silly eye, and sneered, "What are you looking at me for? Do you want to kill me? Oh, then you have to line up. Sir, there are countless people in Stormwind who want to kill me..."

This guy got up from the floor of the cage, clutching the railing with both hands, the chain on his wrist collided with the railing, and made a crisp sound. There was also a face that was tired but could see a sullen air, and that let The smile of disgust.

"But you can't kill me! You have to send me to Draenor, and you have to release me yourself! Hahahaha!"

The guy laughed wildly, "Rosenden, I know you hate me, but what about that? I will be free soon! The first thing I do after I am free is to kill your son! Traitor who dare to betray me! He is dead! Wait for him to collect his body!"

This blatant threat made the guards behind the old general angry. They stepped forward and drew the long sword abruptly, but they were stopped by the old general who had not spoken.

Rosenden looked at Randolph Moddock who was yelling at him, the culprit who set off the riots in Stormwind more than 20 years ago, the real scum of a nobleman in the kingdom, and the leader of the dark world of Stormwind. During a period of darkness, more than two-thirds of the murders and disappearances in Stormwind were related to him.

This is an out-and-out villain, and the reason why he was arrested, apart from King Varian, who returned a few years ago, was vigorously pursuing the order of the kingdom, but also because he was betrayed by his subordinates, and that subordinate was Luosen in front of him. General Deng’s son, the latter has completely withdrawn from the dark world by virtue of betraying Landofi, and has become a decent noble master in the Grizzly Province of the remote Northrend continent.

How could Mordoch, the dark godfather of Stormwind, not hate it?

However, to his surprise, General Rosenden was not angry, not even a trace of anger. On the contrary, a smile slowly appeared on his old and unsmiling face, which made Mordoch suddenly burst into his heart. cold.

"Do you really think you can be free?"

The old general waved his hand, and the guards and the knights around him withdrew a long way, and then he lowered his voice, and the sharp eyes like a harrier flicked across the three people in front of him.

"For people like you, villains, rebels, and thieves, both hands are covered with civilian blood. Do you really think justice will let you go? Freedom...hehe, I have personally sent a lot to you this year The same scumbag goes to Delano, everyone wants freedom and thinks they can be free, a bunch of poor bugs!"

Rosenden let out a sigh of relief, and moved his fist.

"Modok, they all say that you are a smart person, so I ask you a question, so many villains who have been sent to Draenor, do you think how many people have really gotten free and come back?"

Without waiting for Modoch to speak, the ridicule on the old general's face became clearer, "No one! You should have been executed secretly. Do you know who suggested to your Majesty to exile you in Delano? Do you think I will forget what you did to my poor son? Do you think the nobles of Stormwind will forget the dark years you brought them?"

Landofi’s original ferocious expression slowly stagnated, but the old general was not interested in talking to a scum who was bound to die. He waved his hand somewhat distractedly.

"Tsk, it's so pitiful... look at you, it's so pitiful, maybe it's a good choice to commit suicide the first time after sending you over. It's hard for people like you to survive the first battle, oh, yes."

The old general thoughtfully stretched out **** and pointed to the two prisoners who were walking beside Modoc, "Modoc, you'd better treat your "prisoners" well. As far as I know, whether it is Di Fia is still the Bloodfang Werewolf, and he has his own power over there. Whether it is Van Cleef or Iva, he may be a warlord after the past. Only you, the poor fellow, is the lowest level "slave."

"The mortality rate of slaves is 100%~"

Rosenden turned around and waved his hand.

"These three guys are too dangerous. They sent them to the front line of the Dark Portal overnight! Give it to the Kaulman Knight, freedom...hehe, they will soon get the "freedom" they want!"

The old general laughed and left the city gate with his guards, while the knights re-started the road cursingly. At midnight that day, they reached the front line of the Dark Portal.

The original Dark Portal had no so-called "frontline", but more than a year ago, due to the frequent opening of the Dark Portal, the upper floor simply set up a small supply point here. After the War of the Dead, it was because of the frequent opening of the Dark Portal. To supply the entire army of Night Watchmen through the Dark Portal, this small supply point was expanded 10 times within 2 months.

There are representatives and guards from all races and forces in Azeroth. This is a true neutral zone. Any battle that takes place here will be stopped by the major forces. Of course, no one will go crazy enough to be in the dark. Fight in the neutral zone of the gate.

Those who can stay here are truly elite!

Of course, in addition to the self-restraint of the soldiers, there is another reason to maintain the peace here, because of the devil! It's not a secret that the world of Draenor was attacked by the devil. It happened about 2 months ago, when the 8th War just ended, and the news of the demon invasion of Draenor came immediately.

So during this period of time, a small group of demons will rush out of the Dark Portal almost every day. Although it is not difficult for these elites to deal with some demon remnants, what really matters is the meaning behind this matter.

The devil is coming!

The devil is here again!

The battle of Mount Hyjal took place 6 years ago. The least of the elves and the veterans of Theramore who were present knew how tragic the battle was. Now, the devil is only one door away from Azeroth.

In the face of such an opponent, who can care to stir up disputes?

On the other hand, when there are more people, there will naturally be a basis for commercial existence. There are nearly 6,000 troops stationed on the front line. It is just an astronomical figure to provide these soldiers with food, clothing, housing and transportation, and the elite army’s supplies are returned. To a higher level, naturally some people can discover the business opportunities, and business people are cowardly, but when they have money to make money, they are the bravest.

So what appeared before the eyes of the three prisoners was a prosperous town comparable to Flash Golden Town. Frankly speaking, in a place with such a bad environment as the Cursed Land, such a prosperous town appeared, and the style of painting suddenly changed suddenly. It's a bit unbearable.

"A newcomer is here again?"

The tauren warrior guarding the entrance of the town flicked his tail, looking curiously at the three men escorted out of the iron cage by the knights, and couldn't help but whisper to the Paladin of Quel'Thalas who was also standing guard.

"Why there are only three this time?"

Holding the grass roots in his mouth, the elf paladin raised his eyes and glanced at the three prisoners in shackles and snorted.

"Don't you understand this? Look at the chains on their hands, tusk, this time it's probably a ruthless character."

"A ruthless character? Haha"

The tauren warrior grinned disdainfully, "How many ruthless characters have been visited this year? How many have come back? That place...huh, a place to eat people."

After finishing speaking, this warrior, who was as tall as a fortress of war, was also somewhat distracted, but just as he was yawning with his tail, a rush of horns came from the distance behind the town, and the tauren froze and grabbed. With the battle axe beside him, he rushed into the town, and the same nervous elf paladin followed behind him.

Mordoch, Van Cleef and Iva Bloodfang, who were just raised from the cage, and the veterans guarding them did not react, but the next moment, in everyone’s eyes, it was as dark as a green door of hell. Zhimen, among the dark green starlight, a vortex-like storm took shape rapidly.

Immediately afterwards, a tall, black horned demon guard wearing blood-red armor and holding two halberds furiously rushed out of the whirlpool, making the first roar of the attack.

Demon, here comes!