Azeroth Trail of Light

The next morning, Liadrin woke up from the deepest sleep. When she saw the busy figure beside the bed, her first reaction was to draw her sword!

However, she didn't have a sword in her hand, she felt empty, and suddenly woke up from a deep dream, she shook her head, her head was still a little dizzy, but the paladin somehow understood the current situation. She looked at the familiar room, which should be the camp of the first line of defense, and she turned her gaze to that surprised and delicate face.

"Sister Liadrin, you're awake!"

Jaina helped Liadrin's arm and shook it twice like a little girl. The high elf lady was still a little dazed, she looked at Jaina, and then rubbed her forehead vigorously.

"What the hell is going on here? I remember, Arthas."

"Dick got you back!"

Jaina picked up the handkerchief dipped in water with concern, and wiped it on Liadrin's forehead. The cold touch made the paladin's mind suddenly revived, and she showed a smile,

"Dick went to save me?"

"Yeah, he's alone! He brought four weird guys back to the camp with you in a coma on his back this morning!"

While Jaina served Liadrin a hot breakfast from the table next to her, she sat on the side of the paladin's bed, put a pillow behind Liadrin's back, and fed her with a spoon.

"Mr. Eligor brought the priest over to look at it. You are very weak now, and the holy light in your body has been washed away by the dark power, but it didn't cause any harm to you, so you will be fine after a few days of cultivation!"

"Alsace. He didn't hurt me"

Liadrin chewed the food, stretched out her hand to touch her arm, and found no other scars other than weakness, she was relieved, there was an inexplicable sweetness in her heart, she looked up at Jaina,

"What about Dick?"

"Hey, he's talking to those four weird guys. Herold is guarding the side with someone to prevent people from passing by. It's quite mysterious."

On the other side, in the first line of defense headquarters, Dick is sitting on a chair, his right hand is still wrapped with a bandage. This is when Illidan's demon hunter transformed. For the burns on his body, although it has the vitality of bloody oak Feedback, but the injuries on the body surface are not so easy to remove, but there are no serious injuries.

Eligor stood beside Dick, leaning on the sword of Rivendell, and on the other side was Lord Delia Sera, the green dragon lady in a green dress. She was Dickla's bodyguard. Against the four and a half heroic warlocks, no amount of defense could be overstated.

Herold led the elite knights of the First Expeditionary Army to guard the door. All he needed was an order, and the swarming paladins and mages of Quel'Thalas, even in numbers, would be able to kill this The four guys are trapped here, and they have also greeted the orcs. Once the defense calls for help, the wolf cavalry and Varok can arrive as quickly as possible.

In short, the net has been laid, and Dick doesn't have to doubt that these four guys can leave here safe and sound.

In fact, the four mysterious warlocks in green cloaks didn't seem to have any plans to leave. Although they looked weak when facing Illidan, they still followed Dick after he sent out the invitation later. Came to the defense line of the First Expeditionary Corps.

"Well then, let's talk frankly, gentlemen! Oh, yes, and this lady."

Dick was smoking an ebony pipe, and the sandalwood-scented smoke buried his face in the gray smoke.

"Where do you come from? What organization do you belong to? What is the purpose of coming to Mount Hyjal? Tell me."

"I don't think we need to tell you this, General Dick of the First Expeditionary Force, the savior of Quel'Thalas, the star of hope of the Silver Hand, the worlds we live in have no intersection at all. "

The female among the four warlocks indifferently reached out and picked up the teacup on the table. Dick noticed that she was wearing black leather gloves on her arms, as if she was deliberately covering up something, but faced with Dick's inquiry, she I chose to refute without mercy.

Even Ms. Green Dragon, who is ignorant of the world, can hear a strong disdain from this voice.

Dick was not angry, he said with a smile on his face,

"No, no, ladies and gentlemen, you probably don't understand your situation. I'm not asking you questions now, friends, you have no right to refuse, understand?"

"Quack quack, just relying on this little green dragon and those chickens and dogs outside?"

The dwarf warlock with a bad personality is holding a weird engineering device in his hand, while playing with it, he let out a nasty laugh,

"Paladin, I don't think you are the one who can't understand the situation! You will never know what kind of power we have. This power is enough."

"Boss! Boss! Boss! Boss!"

Four sounds of weapons being unsheathed interrupted the dwarf warlock's bragging. Thirteen watchers jumped out of the shadows in a group of three, and used their sharp knife wheels with blood stains and inexplicable coldness to resist the presence of those present. Everyone, the emerald green icy dagger that Mai Lin stuck to the dwarf warlock's neck, also pressed the dwarf's words back into their stomachs.

Dick still had that smiling expression, he snapped his fingers, and pointed his right hand at these indifferent Watcher girls wearing iron owl helmets,

"Let me introduce to you, these are the watchmen, the mysterious powers passed down by the ancient night elves thousands of years ago, the deadliest hunters in the darkness, guess what kind of enemies they usually face the most?"

"Sick rat smell, I remember three years ago, I killed a guy dressed like you in Westfall. What's his name? Walsa? Or Wals?"

Mai Lin cooperatively patted the dwarf warlock's face with the dagger. That little face was already pale with fright. Although this little dwarf spoke in a crazy manner, he still inherited all the dwarf's character weaknesses, and he was extremely afraid of death. Don't look. They are all semi-hero-level warlocks. Facing an assassination profession like the watcher, which cannot be judged by common sense, and the number still occupies an absolute advantage, survival or death is really just a matter of a moment.

After all, this is the real world, there is no such thing as cutting one's throat and continuing to fight for 300 rounds alive and well.

"You're talking about Walshas, ​​the most famous master warlock in Stormwind City, who was assassinated when he was traveling in the Westfall three years ago. We thought it was the hands of SI:7, but we didn't expect that old pervert Ghost, he died at the hands of the famous Watcher in the end, amazing! Awesome. But I can know, how did Walshas provoke you?"

After ten seconds of silence, the leader of the four untied the green hood on his head. Dick thought it was an orc because he was too tall, but at this moment, he realized that the It turned out to be a human, a very rare human with black hair and black eyes.

Facing the human warlock's question, Mai Lin gave him a disgusted look, and a deep voice came from under the owl's helmet,

"That scum committed a heinous crime in Sunshine Forest. At least three elf travelers were humiliated and died in his hands. No one can get away with harming innocent elves, no one!"

The atmosphere froze to the extreme for a while, and then it was broken by Dick's voice.

"Okay, friends! Stop talking about these unpleasant things, and answer my question, friends, I don't want anyone to be hurt, understand?"

The human warlock glanced at Dick, and the paladin noticed that there was a green light flashing in the deepest part of his eyes. After he pondered for a few seconds, he said,

"Our organization, I can't tell you, but I can say that it is the current warlock organization in the dark world of Azeroth. The four of us are the leaders of the organization. I am in charge of Storm City, and Wilfred is in charge. In Ironforge, Letsin is hiding in the city newly built by the orcs, as for Bijuka, her situation is quite special, she is one."

"A self-aware undead, right?"

Dick turned his gaze to the lady who pulled down the hood again. In fact, when the human warlock uttered Wilford Ray's name, Dick knew where they came from.

The "Six Daggers Council", an organization born more than ten years later, is indeed the strongest warlock organization in Azeroth, as humans say, and is also known as the "Dark Stalker", with a small number of people. But everyone is a real elite, even the little dwarf Wilfred, when the Silver Dawn went to the Lich King in the Northern Expedition 7 years later, he summoned an epic hero-level demon lord by himself, although he was fighting back He was killed afterwards, but this also proved Wilfred's strength.

As for Bijuka, this woman is an undead, and Dick, who once played the warlock profession, knew this, but when he told this secret, the woman's body still couldn't help but tremble.

Obviously, her previous indifference was all faked. As an undead, surrounded by hundreds of paladins, Dick couldn't even imagine the kind of despair.

Dick turned his attention to the human warlock again,

"If I'm not mistaken, you should be Kanrethad-Aberok, the eldest son of the famous Duke Aberocco, who disappeared in an accident. You also have a younger sister, her name is"

"Althea, the jewel in the palm of the family, if you dare to harm her, I swear!"

The human warlock whose identity was exposed couldn't maintain that indifferent face, and his emotions became agitated. Even under the watchman's suppression, he still burst into anger, like a wild wolf king.

"I swear I will do everything to destroy everything you have!"

Dick spread his hands,

"Relax, relax! My friend, I won't do anyone any harm, so can we have a really friendly talk?"

"Fu"

Kanrethad nodded, he let out a sigh of relief, and looked at Dick fearfully,

"Our mission is to capture powerful demons for more in-depth research. Maronos and Tichondrius, as well as the head of Gul'dan, are our goals, but unfortunately, both missions were rejected. You ruined it! So we plan to return to the Eastern Continent, the current world is too peaceful, it is not the time for us to show up."

Dick tapped his fingers on the table. He closed his eyes and thought. A few minutes later, when the atmosphere in the room became heavy again, Dick opened his eyes and said,

"I need your strength!"

"What?"

"I need the power of a warlock to enslave demons! And I can create opportunities for you. Three powerful demons are waiting for you to enslave. When they attack the defense line, that is your chance!"

Dick's face became serious, he looked at Kanrethad, narrowed his eyes,

"Listen well, warlocks, just like before, I'm not asking for your advice, you'd better do what I say, after this mission is completed, we'll break up, I won't reveal your existence , you better not come to me, understand?"

The four warlocks look at me and I look at you, and finally Kanresad replied,

"We need a little time to discuss."

"Okay! You have an hour!"

Dick stood up, he waved his hand, and the watchmen sneaked into the shadows one after another. When Merlene left, she stretched out a finger and waved it in front of Dick's eyes, which meant that Dick owed her once.

Just as the paladin was leaving the house, Kanrethad suddenly said,

"General Dick, I have a message for you, in the name of our "friendship"."

"Um?"

"Your home, the Silver Hand, things haven't been too good there lately! There are demons, I mean, very powerful ones, after your order, so if I were you, I wouldn't Staying in this foreign country for too long."