Azeroth Trail of Light

Brutalus is dead.

Died in the center of the northern battlefield in Shadowmoon Valley, killed in Thaurissan, Uther and the master of the demon hunter Oritos, the watcher Nasha, its soul became Oritus's collection and A substitute for the demon soul in the victim's body, its corpse was taken away by Uther as the material for certain experiments.

Although it has been determined that most demons cannot be transformed into undead spirits, the Eternal Silencer intends to try again. He desperately wants to reproduce the feat of the serpent **** Celetus, who was betrayed by the Drakkari troll. The slain snake **** is now the secret weapon of the night watch. If this brute force beast can be transformed into a death beast, there is no doubt that the "recruitment" of the night watch will become easier.

After Brutalus died, the demons in the northern battlefield completely collapsed. When these chaotic and ferocious creatures realized that despair was approaching, some of them became more militant, such as the destroyer and the demon guard. , But the other part is that the cowardly guys, such as the Fel Imp, and the flexible-minded guys, such as the succubus, fled with oil on the soles of their feet.

Uther did not prevent this kind of escape behavior. In fact, after Draenor, who is now all soldiers, these guys will only face more terrible consequences after they escape.

The commanders of the southern battlefield are the Eredar demon Prince Markzal and the Nathrezim dreadlord Varimathras. These two guys are not the same as Brutalus. Their brains are better. So the moment they saw the Iron Legion rushing out of Xiakan's portal, instead of demon reinforcements, they fled decisively.

This is also the only two of the commanding demons who presided over the third invasion who escaped their lives, but without the starship, they couldn’t stay away from the star field of the Broken World of Draenor. Yes, they can cross with their physical strength. Void, but at their speed, unless Argus is summoned by a warlock, if he wants to return to Argus, it is definitely based on ten thousand years as the unit of time.

The number of undead in the southern part of the battlefield is relatively small. This is also the place where the Alliance tribes united to fight. Their casualties were heavy, but they were much better than they were during the Mount Hyjal War.

Especially after the rise of the killing, the ODST assault force that came through the portal also joined the massacre, the demon army that lost its command began to collapse faster.

As for the Dark Temple...While waiting for Dick to transfer Kazzak's head back to the Dark Temple, Illidan was already sitting on the cold corpse of Malonos, playing with the newly harvested two dazzling demonic souls.

Illidan took his legion as a bait to attract Malonos and Tichondrius to the dark temple. After a battle, the majestic dark temple was almost destroyed, but the demon hunter didn’t care at all. He watched from time to time. "To the ground outside the dark temple, where the heroic spirits are slaughtering the disintegrated demons.

Yes, the demons are very fierce and capable of fighting, but when they encounter the more capable steel heroes, they have only to break down. In short, in the two worlds of Azeroth and Draenor With all the combat power coming out, this third invasion was strangled in the cradle at the very beginning.

Silver light flashed, and Dick appeared in the hall of the dark temple. He looked at the battlefield around him. The pungent smell of blood and the heavy evil energy did not change his face. Dick waved his hand, The head of the demon he was holding was thrown at Illidan's feet.

The demon hunter sat on the top of Malonoz’s corpse that had lost his breath, as if sitting on a throne of flesh and blood. The armor of this mighty saboteur was completely shattered and penetrated through the cracks in his chest. Has broken into countless pieces of heart, this is its fatal wound.

The dark green viscous blood that once contaminated the entire orc race was flowing down the wound on the ground, still exuding temperature, like green magma.

"give!"

With a flick of the Paladin’s left hand, a soul stone lingering in purple light was thrown towards Illidan. The latter lightly reached out and fished it out, and he took the soul stone that sealed Kazzak’s demon soul. .

The King of Outland clamped the soul stone with two fingers, placed it in his ear and shook it gently, Kazzak’s wailing sound spread into his ears, and Illidan in the form of night elves listened carefully to the soul stone. He whispered, finally showing a satisfied smile.

"The soul of the demon lord who died in despair and pain, tsk tsk, the real good thing, who do you think I should give it to?"

Illidan "looked" at Dick who was sitting on his broken throne, "Kane, or Oritos? Or Alleri, or who else... Do you know? There are too many excellent subordinates, in fact, It’s also an annoyance. Sometimes you have to rack your brains to find something good to inspire them."

The King of Outland shrugged, "Fortunately, we made a lot of money in this war..."

"Why reward? Illidan, my friend."

Dick took off the pipe in his mouth, sneered and said, "Didn’t two other guys escape? Markzal and Varimathras, let your good subordinates go hunting, whoever catches them Who, after they get it, whether to give it away or use it for themselves, this is their freedom..."

"This will make my Illidari have different factions! I don't allow this, it will reduce our combat effectiveness, and they will use part of their energy for internal fighting."

Illidan shook his head. In the exhaustion after the war, he seemed to be more talkative than usual.

"Kane represents the demon hunter of Quel'Thalas, Oritus represents the night elf demon hunter, and the newly added Syndra and Suramar elves, you see, they have all dedicated themselves to the great cause of slaughtering demons. But I still subconsciously use race to distinguish each other. This is bad. Frankly speaking, I don’t like it..."

"Infighting is the nature of flesh and blood creatures, you can't stop it."

Dick took a cigarette and talked very comfortably, "The same human beings, even when the orcs are about to conquer the civilized world, the seven nations of mankind are still filthy to each other, not to mention that Illidari is not even a country. , You have to understand, my friend, never go to torture humanity... Instead of waiting until they are divided because of different races and different ideals, you should take the initiative to separate them. Isn't this hunting an opportunity?"

The Paladin stretched out two palms, one finger each,

"Healthy competition is always better than malicious infighting. Oh, yes, I heard Martai say that there are hidden elves in the Shakan civilization. Instead of letting Tyrande, Malfurion, and Kaelsa Silai will deal with the few extraterritorial elves, so let's leave it to you, Xiakan Demon Hunter, tusk, it sounds very interesting!"

Having said that, Dick couldn’t help asking again,

"Speaking of which, really only elves can become demon hunters? Can other races really not?"

"It's not impossible."

Illidan stood up from the corpse of Malonos, stretched his waist, and then explained, "As long as his or her demon addiction is strong enough, it can be... In fact, all creatures can learn from the devil. The soul draws fel energy to gain power, but those who are addicted to demons will be easier to adapt."

"That's terrible."

Dick opened his hands and said helplessly, "Shakan's elves are not addicted to demons. It seems that they can only be sent to Maiev."

"It doesn't matter, just treat it as an attempt."

Illidan moved his fingers and showed a cruel smile, "Just give me half of it. It doesn't matter if you try it anyway, doesn't it?"

Although Dick and Illidan had divided Xiakan's race in a few words, in fact, the war on the Wilters continent was not over yet.

The First Fleet was still there, and the Iron Legion had dispersed. They only defeated the 4 demons in the landing area of ​​the 4 Legion Portals. The other half of the demons were scattered in various places on the mainland to burn, kill, and looting. Kazzak was before fleeing. Commanding the Abyssal Fire Demon Clantor to slaughter the gathered human prisoners is to attract the attention of these invading troops.

But before the sacrificial halo of the Abyssal Fire Demon had touched the panicked humans, it was slaughtered by Kane Sunfury with the demon hunters.

After the demons collapsed, Prince Martai, wearing the Illidari tabard, went to the war zone to recover the human captives under the orders of several captains.

Prince Martai was escorted by the four steel Vrykul to the devil's work place, and all his mind was tossing over what Dick told him before leaving.

"The Shakan civilization has been completely destroyed by the devil. Whether you want to admit it or not, the history that you spent 300 years to build has been completely destroyed in this battle. Look at your world, Maltai, after we leave, How do you rebuild it? How do you fight the next invasion?"

"Only by rebuilding a new, advanced and more powerful civilization system can the world of Xiakan survive in future wars. You see, this is a multiple-choice question. After you regain your freedom, you can choose to destroy the four roads. The portal to the world of Draenor, this is your freedom... but you can also choose to keep it and learn from a great civilization that has defeated the Burning Legion 3 times."

"Azeroth is a friendly civilization. We are even willing to send the First Fleet to Xiakan at your request to save your world and your people. We are willing to help you, provided that you really see clearly. Your situation..."

"Think about it, the rescuer of Xiakan, the protector of Xiakan civilization, the future king of Xiakan..."

Although Dick's words are very cryptic, as a former royal family, Maltai has enough political wisdom to discern the true meaning of his words.

Xiakan can die freely, and can also exist under the shelter of Azeroth as a dependant, and can get enough knowledge and support from the upper civilization, so as not to start anew on this scorched earth rendered by the battlefield.

Martai looked at the people in the distance who were a little panicked under the guard of the Iron Legion. He knew that once attached to Azeroth, they had a high chance of becoming followers of another, more powerful world, or slaves. .

From this point of view, there is no difference between Azeroth and the Burning Legion, but Dick’s skills are better, and their attitude is easier for ignorant civilians to accept. They are protectors, not conquerors. Entering this world, when the Xiakan civilization was about to die, helped them.

"The strong give protection to the weak, and the weak offer loyalty and everything about themselves."

Marty looked at the huge, invincible starship in the sky and muttered to himself. Finally, he lowered his head.

"It's fair...yes, it's fair."

Moreover, the king of Shakan, from the prince of a country to the king of the world...

"Children of Wilters, I am Marty Sauron, the prince of the Kingdom of Wells! You should have heard of me. Don’t be afraid of the iron warriors around you. They are protectors from higher civilizations. After I broke through the encirclement of the **** devil for nine deaths, I experienced the most bizarre thing in the world, but I was very lucky!"

Prince Martai opened his hands, and he shouted at the people in front of him in proficient Shakan,

"Xiakan survived! In our world, in the darkest hour, the great and friendly civilization of Azeroth stretched out its hands to us! They expelled the demons, and you also saw those brutal demons for them. Not worth mentioning!"

"You have survived! You are free! You can go home, you can find your relatives, or you can join the soon-to-be-established Wilters Continental Council and contribute your own strength to the reconstruction of this world!"

"Let us cheer for freedom, cheer for the salvation of death!"

"Let us cheer for our protector, the great Azeroth civilization!"

"Long live! Long live friendship!"