Azeroth Trail of Light

In Krokuun’s Burning Legion base, the bone hammer in Hatton’s hand has been completely broken, and the bodies of four demon guards fell to the ground. Hatton even wounded the arms of the dreadlord as the leader. In this small space, he has also insisted to the extreme.

"Huh...huh..."

Hatton held the fel sword that he had snatched from the Demon Guard in one hand, and squeezed it on the ground, supporting it so that his body would not fall down, but the Chief of the Broken was covered with large and small scars. The devil cubs are very vicious, they don't care if they can catch Hatton.

They only need souls...Yes, Hatton’s soul falls into the hands of the warden of the Burning Legion, and any secrets will be dug up, so Hatton must persevere. Even if he dies, he cannot die in this place. In other words, you can't die in the way the demons want.

"Get out of here!"

Hatton took a breath, roared and rushed to the entrance of the confinement area for the last time. He frantically threw the magic sword in his hand out of the green shadow of the sword. This last fight was like a tiger descending from the mountain. This kind of madness to fight with it, abruptly split the demon guard in front of him and chopped off the arm of a demon guard.

In the smelly, flying blood, Hatton saw the hope of rushing out. He speeded up again, but at the moment he rushed out of the demon guard, the dark shadow was in the scream of the bat. , Appeared in front of Hatton, the dreadlord opened his arms and his sharp claws hung down on both sides.

This is the last obstacle, as long as you break through, there is a chance to escape.

Hatton's body jumped up from the ground at this moment, holding the magic sword with both hands high behind him, and the bat wings behind the dreadlord suddenly opened at this moment, and two shadows, one large and one small, flew fast in this small space. The screams of the dreadlord and Hatton's roar resounded through this small prison area at this moment.

"Keng"

The dreadlord’s body fell on the ground and took two steps back, while Hatton spun upside down and flew out and fell to the ground embarrassedly. The magic sword in his hand shattered into three pieces, including the one with the hilt. A paragraph stuck upside down next to his head.

He was torn open three terrifying wounds from his chest to his abdomen, which was almost the last blow to interrupt all of Hatton's resistance.

"Humph"

The dreadlord looked at the two scars on his paws and snorted coldly.

"Grab him and take him back to Mareky, the Light Legion... they can't run away!"

Two demon guards rushed into the captive area from outside the door, and the arrogant one held Hatton's arm, dragged his body, and walked quickly to the door.

But just as they were about to leave the captive area, the dreadlord yelled.

"Stop! You two! Are you the commander of the warlord?"

This roar made the atmosphere that had just calmed down in the captive area become fierce again. The dreadlord looked at the two demon guards who were standing there no longer walking, and his hazy eyes glowed with suspicion.

"Why have I never seen you!"

Uh, although the demons look ugly to mortals, in fact, they are indeed different from each other. The demons can distinguish this difference, and these two "strangers" are at this moment. The meaning of breaking into here is self-evident.

The two demon guards looked at each other, and the one on the left sighed.

"Smart guy, alive...isn't it?"

The Ereda with a little elven accent sounded, dragged away by them, Hatton, who was already gloomy, suddenly opened his eyes, and the dreadlord frowned. It took a cautious step back, sharp. Swing the paw forward,

"Go on! Kill them! Get the soul out!"

But at the moment when the weapons raised by the 11 demon guards who were still able to move around it, 11 black shadows jumped out of their shadows, sharp, with hot blue electricity flowing on the edges and blades. Mang's knife wheel lit up from behind these demon guards, and after the continuous sound of bone tearing and heavy objects falling to the ground, the dreadlord's legs began to tremble.

One hit kill! All are a one-hit kill!

These... these **** assassins! Where did they jump out from?

The 11 watchmen girls who followed Maiev used the hard enchanted hand armor to hold the sharp knife wheel in their hands, trapping the dreadlord who was trying to escape in place, entangled in the chains thrown by these girls, even if they were used The talented bat transforming stunt can not break through that layer of steel trapping net.

After their identities were revealed, Maiev and Nasha did not stay, instead they continued to drag Hatton, who was no longer resisting, out of the camp as the two disguised demon guards.

Like that not-so-smart Dreadlord, there are only a few. The demons in the camp have no doubt about the "kind" until they get the order, and the demon army in the Krokuen area will certainly not be any elite, so let They used this extremely risky method to rescue Hatton, who had closed their eyes and was waiting to die.

Five minutes later, the figures of 11 watchmen appeared beside Nasha one by one. They handed over the soul stones filled with demon souls to Nasha. Those little crystals that haunted the seductive purple light were great for demon hunters and warlocks. It is almost a perfect supply, but it is useless for the watchers. They collect the slain demon souls just to ensure that their actions are still secret.

Ms. Maiev is sitting on a rock. She has removed her camouflage. She wears a heavy dark green bladed cloak, an owl helmet on her head, and an enchanted light armor. The knife wheel in her hand is the same as the other team members. The transformation of Er's mechanical dwarf.

While becoming sharper and more lethal, after activating those small devices, the blade can also show signs of elementalization for a short time, and the magic breaking effect is increased by at least 3 times.

With Hatton’s eyes, it is natural to see that these sturdy demon killers are almost armed to their teeth. Their cloaks, armors, and weapons have magic runes that he doesn’t recognize, and their steel belts are stuck in them. Rows of dark-green daggers, like crystals, even smelled of death.

It was a dagger smeared with deadly toxins, even a high-level demon would not be willing to touch a little bit.

The most important thing is that their body is completely incompatible with the Argus in Hatton’s memory. The chief can be sure that these guys are not Argus’s life... They are from a farther world just like the devil, and they Can speak Ereda!

The pure Eredan language has a weird accent, but the grammar and tone tell Hatton that they are most likely to have been exposed to this kind of writing from an earlier era. This is 25 thousand years ago, and the world is still The language used by the entire planet when it is not in the dark.

But now, the culture of the shattered world of Argus has collapsed. In the ruins of Marekai and the Antoran Wasteland, the lackeys who surrendered to the devil only spoke the Devilish language or the Eredan language mixed with the Devilish language. .

Where did they learn it?

Hatton's body trembled. The grammar 25 thousand years ago, a group of people outside the world, combined these two points, he already had a vague guess in his heart, a bold one, but the only one that could explain what happened before him. All guesses.

"Velen... is he still alive?"

Before Maiev spoke, Hatton asked actively that he was injured and was inevitably short of breath, but the tremor and hatred in that voice silenced Maiev.

Before they came, Dick had repeatedly told them that if the natives asked about the Prophet Velen, don't hide it and tell them all.

After a few seconds, Maiev spoke up.

"The Prophet is healthy. He has lived in Azeroth with the draenei for 4 years. They have also established a country called the Exodar and have reintegrated into our world."

"boom"

Hatton's fist slammed against the rock beside him, his ugly face was completely distorted at this moment, as if he had heard a news that made people ignite all over, like being ignited. Like a gunpowder keg, it almost explodes completely.

"Then what are you doing here? Come and watch our jokes for Velen? Go! Go back, go back and tell the traitor! Just say Hatton is dead, Argus is completely perished, and let him live in the new world. Come! Let him forget Argus, forget us idiots who should have died long ago, but still insist on saving the world. Get out!"

Hatton's voice was torn like a lone wolf wailing and hiding in the lair. It was unreasonable and irritable, but Maiev didn't care about these negative emotions when he saw the tears in the corner of the broken man's eyes.

This is a poor man who feels betrayed...

The lady thought so, but her answer was rather blunt, even strong.

"We saved your life! And remember, Velen didn't send us here... The Prophet does not have such power yet, or he will return to Argus later. At that time, you can question him face to face. Now Let’s talk about what you know, we need information on all the demons in Krokuhn's activities!"

"What is he doing back?"

Hatton's attention still stayed on Velen, and the chief turned his head in disdain, "Look back at our joke? Or bow to the devil?"

"He is back to fight, sir... Our world is about to start a war against the world of Argus, we are just the forerunners of this war..."

Maiev said without emotional fluctuations, "A year ago we defeated the Burning Legion’s invasion of the world of Draenor and Shakan, but we know that the devil will not stop the war, so we must first take the war. Lead into the world of demons...you hate them, right? So we can cooperate, step back ten thousand steps and say, we just saved your life..."

"defeat?"

Hatton's gaze flickered at this moment, and he seemed to recall something.

"Wait, where did you just say you were from?"

"Azeroth..."

"Yes...that's the name."

Hatton grumbled, he picked up a stick casually, supported his body, and stood up from the ground. He looked at Maiev. The eyes under the owl's visor were as cold as a sickle. Agu in Hatton's memory Sri Lanka's most elite legion had such a look, but unfortunately they had already obeyed the will of the devil and became the executioner of destroying their homeland.

The chief took a step back, and he asked in a low voice.

"You said you are from Azeroth...Do you know Turalyon and Alleria?"

When Maiev heard the words, he turned his head and exchanged glances with Nasha, and then Maiev reached out and stopped the Chief’s next sentence.

"Wait, on this question, I will find another person to answer you... But I can tell you in advance, we know, and we are here for them."

On the other side, Nasha has already connected to the communicator,

"Ms. Sylvanas... Yes, we found news about your sister, and heard her name from the local natives... Well, we are near the base of Krokuen 3 and have already stayed. Under the contact sign... ok... a good journey!"

"Madam, Ms. Sylvanas will be here in 2-3 hours!"

Maiev nodded, she stood up and walked towards the resting place, Nasha said to Hatton,

"Wait 2-3 hours, Alleria's sister will be here, she will prove our attitude."

Hatton leaned slightly, it was a standard Eredar etiquette,

"Yes...Also, thank you for saving me, stop mentioning Velen, warriors from Azeroth, you are friends of the Krokuen tribe."