Azeroth Trail of Light

Under the combined power of the 137 large star regions of the Federation, the biggest opponent is still the Burning Legion, the old opponent that was 2000 years ago.

Although occasionally some very capable civilizations will cause some trouble to the Federation, but in the burning of the fire of destruction of the fast-developing Federation fleet, they will either obey or be enslaved, and a single civilization will be unable to resist the source no matter how it can fight. Constant fleet bombing, this interstellar civilization model, competes with more naked absolute strength.

The loyal ally of the Federation, Prince Haramad of the Astral Consortium, highly praised his own bet 2000 years ago, risking offending the devil, and provided Azeroth, who had just left the quagmire of civilization, with what they needed. Everything, that investment, was exchanged for the rapid expansion of the Star Realm Consortium in 2000, and the merchants were chasing profits. Therefore, wherever the Federal Legion appeared, there would be a stronghold of the Star Realm Consortium.

Even the remote Pruuk region is the same, and according to the internal regulations of the consortium, the stationmaster of the business station can use all the resources at hand to help the federal army when necessary. This regulation is almost the Prince Haramad himself and The best proof of the close ties between the top federal leaders.

Times have changed, and now it is no longer the consortium that has the advantage, but the federation.

"A large number of demons have appeared on the boundary of the star field! They are suspected to be launching an invasion on an unimaginable scale!"

In the most prosperous city in the capital of the Pruco region, a virtual spirit hurriedly walked into the headquarters of the Star Boundary Consortium with the latest battle report in his hand. The local person in charge was receiving the battle report. In an instant, the light under the bandage of his body flickered, which represented the emotional restlessness of the virtual spirit.

The person in charge held the battle report and walked around the office a few times, and finally made up his mind. Fifteen minutes later, a merchant ship that was supposed to leave the border of the Pruukian region suddenly changed its course and moved quickly towards the area where the demon landed. During the voyage, the secret communication channel on this merchant ship was also opened, and a high-powered message spread quickly beyond the quiet starry sky.

"Report! The fleet received an unfamiliar communication request! It was a smuggling starship belonging to the Star Boundary Consortium. It sent an identification code that contained an unfamiliar spatial coordinate and a sentence."

Marshal Couvel, who was the interim adjutant of the First Fleet, held a report and reported to Marshal Turalyon sitting in the command chair,

"The smuggling ship said that the coordinates it sent were the battlefields of the three-family combined fleet and the demons in the Pruuk region, but the coordinates were nearly 250 astronomical units away from the coordinates of the Origin Star we originally set!"

Turalyon stretched out his hand to accept the very strange report. He frowned. After reading it quickly, he asked,

"So can I get in touch with Huron now?"

"No! We found a strong energy interference in that direction. We initially judged that the war did break out, but that's just that, and it cannot be used as a credible basis for that coordinate. If it is a carefully prepared trap, it is likely to be in our transition. Finished, that is, at the most vulnerable time, suffered a despicable ambush."

Marshal Courville touched his beard and made a cold suggestion.

"So I plan to send two reconnaissance ships with holographic shielding shields to the coordinates. If we are convinced that the information is true, we will immediately modify the destination. It only takes one leap to reach that place completely."

"Well, then go ahead and execute it!"

Turalyon did not object, his fingers were beating on the hilt in his hand, "Prepare all fleets for battle, Couvel, regardless of the accuracy of the coordinates, the next leap will bring us into that cruel battlefield. , Let the soldiers be ready for battle!"

"Yes!"

On the other side, the beautiful and elegant Holy Light Pious Walker no longer has the grace and luxury of the previous one. In fact, the shell of this battleship is already covered with traces of flames and shell bombing, making it look like a man. The scarred warrior, and beside it, after the huge human fleet successfully broke through, only less than one-third remained. Two-thirds of the military forces in the Pruco region were defeated in the previous encounter. Wrecked.

The Eredar starship also suffered heavy losses, but the worst was the Leviathan. After a difficult escape, only three of the six beautiful wings of this starry creature remained, and the huge body was full of pits. The traces of battle, as they followed the fleet all the way, the blue nebula-like blood escaped in the starry sky, looking like a cluster of energy storms gathered together.

And now, it was only 30 minutes before the battle began.

An almost one-sided slaughter. There are too many demon starships. This is almost a military force that can destroy a star area in an instant. Among them is the "Dark Fire" of Sargeras' Guard Corps. It is the same status as the four major fleets, guarding the most powerful military power in the most central ruling area of ​​the Burning Legion. Every time it appears, it represents the will of the dark Titan coming again.

In fact, in the confrontation with the Dark Fire, even the extremely powerful four fleets were only evenly divided, and they never took even a little bit of advantage.

In this kind of power confrontation that almost came from the nest, the Pruek fleet did not complain, but the problem now is that the goal of the devil is already obvious. After the Holy Light broke out, the demon fleet even gave up. Those fleets that have lost the ability to resist have turned to hunt down flagships that are extremely fast, which shows that their purpose of launching such a sudden attack must exist on the Holy Light Pious Walker.

What's on this flagship?

Huron hugged the wooden box in his hand and looked at the densely following demon fleet that spread across the entire star field. The sense of mission on his shoulders increased in vain. After seeing the madness of the demons, Once again, he had a more real understanding of the value of the box in his hand.

Definitely, must not let it fall into the hands of the devil!

"The wind raiders are dispatched!"

Grice yelled, everyone's eyes fell on the front screen, which was a monitor on the battlefield. They saw a small, almost invisible black shadow in the starry sky rushing into the densely packed like a gust of wind. In the demon fleet, a cyan light flashed, and a demon's command starship was disconnected from the center, and the stubble stubble was slashed by a sharp blade.

Kerruk finally stopped holding his hands at this moment. He grasped the simple and thick amber greatsword in his paws, which looked unusually tall in the explosion flames of the starship torn, and the blue storm was surrounding him. Rotate and gather, like a wind shield lying horizontally between the stars.

He shouted the language of the insect man, rushed to the star with a full-fledged hunter's posture, and rushed into the center of the two starships at a speed so fast that he could not see it. After he jumped over, the two ships The starships also exploded from the center, just like the butchers of the starships.

The glory of the warrior from 2000 years ago reappeared in the star field at this moment. The power and craziness of the amber epee in Kerruk and his hand made everyone on the Holy Light Pious Walker excited about it. This kind of fighting as a mortal is stronger than a mortal, and it is enough to change the situation on any battlefield.

But it is a pity that this is the Pruuk region. The things in Huron's hands are impossible for the demons to let go. The will of the Dark Titan must be executed!

Kerruk smashed 14 starships in succession, but only blocked the attack of a very small part of the fleet. Under the leadership of the 24 command battleships engraved with burning dark fire, the other fleets Faster speed rushed to the remnants of the breakout.

It is like a shark swimming in the water. It has already locked the hunting target and will not give up easily.

Huron looked at the demon fleet that was getting closer and closer. The dense web was already open, and almost no direction was safe as far as his eyes could reach.

But the moment he touched the crystal, all the fear and panic in his heart subsided.

As a member of the bloodline aristocracy, everyone knows their fate from the time they were born and remembered. If it weren't for the lucky ones, they would die on the bed. More than half of the people would die on the battlefield.

This is the established destiny!

Huron stood up, he stretched out his hand and stroked the soul crystal in his hand. He sighed, put the box in a silver-white metal cabinet, and placed it in front of the heavily armed Colonel Kelman.

"I heard that you were an excellent **** paratrooper commando captain before you became a non-commissioned officer. You have no mastery in the tactics of raid airborne, right?"

The colonel looked at the box in front of him and swallowed.

"Yes, Governor, during training, I often repeat the training subjects of the **** paratroopers, but..."

"No but! Major, listen to me!"

Huron interrupted Kelman's words and said seriously, "Glith and I are destined to be on the list. The demons will not let us leave. You know how important this thing is, Colonel, I will hand it over now. Here you are, there are a batch of reinforced assault armors at the bottom of this ship, as well as a projection device for **** paratroopers. You must guarantee that it will not fall into the hands of the devil! You must promise!"

Looking at Huron's bloodshot eyes and Grieth's silent back, Colonel Kelman's fists clenched, but in the end, he looked back at the demon on the monitor that had begun to close in all directions. Starship, he gritted his teeth,

"I will protect it with my life and soul... Even if it is death, I will place it where the devil can't reach it! I swear!"

"well!"

Huron breathed a sigh of relief and took his commanding knife from the attendant. He closed his eyes slightly.

"It's time to accept my destiny... this glorious, already doomed destiny."

"boom"

The first shell hit the shell of the Light Walker, and the entire starship swayed violently. The explosion destroyed the energy supply inside the starship, and everyone caught off guard fell to the ground in all directions. The crystal box was slid to the other side, and Major Kelman hurriedly rushed to grab the box in his hand, but at this moment, the suitcase that had been unresponsive began to vibrate.

Immediately afterwards, a silver light projected from the crack in the box, and Tisharacher, who was backed by Grice, also began to hum.

That voice, that weak voice came with light on everyone's heart.

"Children, never lose hope! Your future will be opened for you by me!"

"Om"

A silver light flashed, and a giant projection appeared above the holy light devout who was set on fire by the devil. It was Dick’s phantom, weaker than he was ever before, but he was carrying a ray of light in his hand. The flame tearer, the silver and crimson flames ignited the surrounding void in an instant.

His eyes are tough and indifferent,

"Evil creature, go back to the darkness! Where the order is, there is no place for you!"

"boom"

Lifting the sword, slashing diagonally, a giant silver blade of light appeared from the top of the indifferent void, and slashed towards everything that was obstructed in the front. The demon starships didn’t even have time to dodge, so they were swallowed by the extremely hot light. After the sword fell, the phantom sighed slightly, and then disappeared.

Everyone on the Holy Light Pious Walker was stunned at the scene before them. In front of them, the demon starship that had been closed from all directions was cut off by a fifth out of thin air, and the tight defensive circle was The blow was completely destroyed, and the wreckage of hundreds of starships fell out of the void in the burning of silver-white flames, like silver-white meteorites.

"Quick! Get out!"

Huron yelled, and the scarred battleship barely activated in the spark of energy at this moment, and rushed out toward the unclosed passage. Behind it were the unsinked starships, but the demons would not Just let them go, and the cut hole was quickly filled at this moment.

But despair can no longer defeat the will of Huron and others, because farther ahead, the dense water wave-shaped spatial fluctuations like the collapse of a space wall have proved one point.

Their support is coming!

As if passing through the waves from the back of the current to the front, the First Fleet, led by the storm fortress, appeared outside the battlefield through the space of the waves.

"The road ahead is cleared! The passage for the leap is opened! The First Fleet! Charge!"

It was like passing through large portals. Under the shining of the local stars, all the main guns of the First Fleet painted in gold were shining. The demon starships noticed something was wrong, but before they opened the defensive formation, The beam of light that destroys everything has fallen from the sky.

They came, they caught up.

In the most critical moment, facing the old opponents in the millennium, the Federation's heroic division officially debuted! 89