Azeroth Trail of Light

Time will always pass, this is a fact that cannot be transferred by human will, although we use all means to stop the relentless scattering of time, but to be honest, in the face of this power that is higher than everything in the world, the efforts of mortals are always It seemed so futile.

This has to be said to be a kind of irony, but to be honest, this kind of powerlessness in the face of the passage of time is also like the most vicious whip, constantly whipping mortals, allowing them to use all their potential within a limited time. All burst out, making their lives like a brilliant but short-lived fireworks, there is no eternity, only a moment of brilliance.

And it is precisely this momentary brilliance that makes it easier for mortals to appear in the world of heroes who are praised by the world. After mortal civilization really grows up, their speed of progress is also led by these heroic spirits. The speed of development of those long-lived species is very fast, it may take ten years, it may be decades, and at most hundreds of years, the world that was originally firmly occupied by the long-lived species will fall into their hands.

Mortals are short-sighted, ignorant, greedy, vicious, and vicious.

But they are also brave, upright, and dare to admit their imperfections, and then look for the meaning of perfection in their short lives. What is certain is that this kind of perfection is definitely not the meaning that the long-lived species is looking for.

This is the only emotion that the three of Baron felt when they stood under the city wall of Ulduar and looked up at the city of Titans that was sheltered outside of time.

In front of this city that has stood here since the beginning of the world, everything has become meaningless. In front of him, whether it was Baron, Swain, or even Master Romanth, who was standing not far away and carefully stroking the city wall, they all entered the same starting line.

Age or race have become meaningless. In front of this city, they are like children who have just been born and have just learned to walk.

Everything they were proud of was shattered in front of the city's silence, leaving only the initial and deepest humility.

"Any life should come to Ulduar once in this lifetime, even if it's just to watch from afar."

Master Rommath carefully picked up a broken rune made of steel from a corner of the city wall, and put it into his storage ring as a treasure, then turned his head and said to the young people in a friendly manner, " When we actually get here and look back at who we were, anyone would feel like a fool."

Baron and the friendly old mage nodded to each other, and then stepped forward with his noisy brother. Not far ahead, there was their place, just behind the old Marshal Fording, in the camp on the other side , and the banner of the Overlord Saurfang can still be seen. Obviously, that old orc is also here this time.

Directly in front of the two camps, hundreds of meters away, there is a tall steel ladder that spreads into the air. It looks like it has thousands of knots. At the top of the steel ladder is a destroyed Half of the gate, and the everlasting crystal lamps, formed a series of decorations. Ordinary people don't understand the meaning of the decorations, they only think it is very majestic.

"The five lamps represent order, light, wisdom, courage and persistence respectively. They symbolize the end of the war of elements, and they are also decorations installed on this door by Mimiron himself."

Dick explained to the people around him, "Through this gate, you can reach the main gate of Ulduar. If you don't have enough authority, even if you have the power of a guardian, you can't open the gate. It is protected by the power below, but I will lift the authority blockade of the gate, and you will be allowed to enter Ulduar, the city of titans."

The paladin chuckled, and Heimdall, who was sitting beside him, drank the wine before the battle and whispered, "It's your honor, mortal warriors, you are the first batch of people in this world who are allowed Mortals who entered Ulduar, in those days, this was simply a rebellious act that we would never have imagined, but it doesn’t matter if the world is difficult.”

If put in the past, Heimdall's words would definitely attract Saurfang's rebuttal. This orc never accepts the favor of others, but at this time, standing in the outer city of Ulduar, seeing Looking at the hundreds of meters high steel city wall around, and the smell of the years that escaped in it, watching the giants, heroic spirits and mogu stone statues who went back and forth around, carrying supplies or organizing troops, those who turned into their original forms, in the Flying back and forth on the surrounding city walls, or resting dragons, as well as those earth spirit warriors standing not far away talking, and those Valkyrie guards who formed small groups and patrolled in the snowstorm farther away .

As recorded in the epic, those angels who brought light and warmth to this world, the black night sky reflects the golden light belt flying behind them, so that this scene will always remain in the minds of the mortals at the scene, until the death of their lives time, will not forget.

This mythical scene made Saurfang feel "honored" for the first time in his life, so facing Heimdall's voice, he chose to remain silent. As for the young orc standing behind him, he was already a little I was so excited that I couldn't help myself.

After all, what soldier wouldn't want to be part of a battle destined to be great?

"I don't really like this place."

A gentle voice came from behind the crowd. The tall red dragon queen walked out from the shining portal. Behind him were Krasus, whom she had not seen for a long time, Karen the red dragon prince, and Valastazs. He just nodded slightly to Dick, and then looked at this great city that would never fall in front of him with a touch of gratitude, as if he had fallen into his own memory.

"Nozdormu and I have only been here once. It was the moment when the venerable Tyr recommended us to accept the power of the Titans. We didn't like this place. It was as cold as a prison. Moreover, it used to be One of our masters doesn't welcome us, he doesn't trust us."

As she spoke, the Queen's eyes fell on Heimdall, and she asked softly,

"Even now that we have guarded this world for tens of thousands of years, is Lord Odin still unwilling to give his precious trust to the guardian dragon?"

The wine bottle in Heimdall's hand was placed on the table by him. The gatekeeper of Valagar was undoubtedly Odin's confidant. He tilted his head to look at the Red Dragon Queen, and finally shook his head.

"I don't know. You probably have to ask Lord Odin directly about this question."

The atmosphere became a little stagnant at this moment, until Dick, who was silently thinking about something, came back to his senses and joined the discussion. He looked at the Red Dragon Queen, took a deep breath,

"My trust in you is enough Your Majesty, get your dragons ready, I'm going to open the gate!"

"Also, everyone, there are some things I must emphasize again!"

Dick's eyes swept over the thirty or so mortal heroes selected to enter Ulduar, his voice was very serious,

"Your Majesty Alexstrasza is right about one thing. Although the city of Titans is majestic, it is actually a prison. It detains the opponent we least want to face. You know this in advance. Although we defeated We have faced such an opponent once, but the victory in Silithus was a fluke, and this time, we can no longer expect luck."

"Mortals can't face the ancient gods in full bloom, so your range of activities can only be between Ulduar's training ground and the front hall, which is also the forefront of the confrontation between the two legions. My mogu legion and the newly activated lightning The real Iron Legion in the lobby will be your soldiers, regardless of casualties, but I have only one request. Before the news of our victory comes, those fallen guys must not be allowed to rush into Ulduar. There are too many of them Once we are attacked, we will only be defeated.”

"Do you have any questions?"

Dick looked at the crowd in front of him, but no one answered, he nodded, "Then, go prepare, heroes, we are about to enter Ulduar."

After everyone left, Dick said to Old Fordring, Mograine, Bolvar Fordragon, Saurfang and Vol'jin who stayed in place,

"Although I really don't want to talk about this issue, if the dragon kings and I can't come back, you must withdraw from Ulduar as quickly as possible. I have blocked the deepest part of Ulduar with authority, but it It won't last long, I have to go to Uldum first to prevent the creators in the origin furnace from activating the origin furnace. Once that thing is activated, the whole world will be reshaped, and all traces of this season's civilization will be erased, and then Go find Illidan on Draenor, he owes me a great debt to come back with his greatest power and try again!"

Having said that, Dick paused for a moment, then pointed to the sky secretly,

"If Illidan also fails, go to the Broken Isles to find Odin. Although Odin doesn't trust mortals, once he gets out of trouble, he has enough ability to solve all this. However, Raiden, who can check and balance him, is still sleeping, so if you use him To lead Azeroth with the idea, mortal civilization is destined to enter an era of war where all people are soldiers, that is simply the worst era and this is the last way.”

"But no matter what, the ancient god must be wiped out. Once he rushes out of Ulduar, it won't even take a year, and the whole of Azeroth will fall into the deepest despair."

"Dick, this."

Old Fording looked at the paladin and wanted to say something, but he was stopped by the paladin, "This is just the worst case, 80% of it may not happen, but once it happens, you must do it in advance Get ready, everything you need, I have placed with my servant Moam, bless me, old fellows, I hope you don't need them."

Dick grinned, turned around, and the light of the power of the gods appeared behind him. Under the darkness of Ulduar's sky, the light was so dazzling. A few minutes later, Dick Stepping through the shattered gate, behind him is a large square formation, the Mogu Legion led by Jianxi and Taixi, the Heroic Legion led by Heimdall, the Iron Legion led by mortal heroes, and The earth spirit legion manipulating the siege equipment in the rear, and the treasury guards led by Alkavon and his brothers, they are fully armed, like the last warriors rushing to the killing field.

It is not as excited as the soldiers in the real war, there is no shouting, no drums, no music, there is only silence, calmness and endless courage.

From the snow-covered platform behind Dick to the great chasm in Ulduar, there was a dense mass of darkness. When they didn't get the order to move forward, they were as indifferent as statues.

In the sky, the giant dragons who spread their wings and cover the sky, under the leadership of the four dragon kings, divided into four square formations. They are the most powerful existences in all mortal stories, but at this time, they are just An ordinary member of this legion, they flap their wings as if they have just accepted the power and mission of the Titans, ready to enter the inevitable war of the gods that the Guardians cannot avoid.

Eranikus, Krasus, Karen, Arygos, and even Blackhorn, the last pure-blooded black dragon that lived in safety in the Broken Isles, flew alone outside the four giant dragon phalanx, Represents the last dignity of the dead Black Dragon Legion.

Thousands of years later, the five-color giant dragons gathered again at the place where the mission started, preparing for the final struggle for the world they had guarded for tens of thousands of years.

There are also the golden Val'kyr led by Al, they flapped their wings and passed through the center of the dragon camp, and the red ribbons fluttered in the air. They are the will of Odin and the most glorious war messengers of Valaghar. A responsibility they cannot escape.

Like everyone else, like everyone else in this Legion, they never dreaded what was coming.

This is not a legion that ordinary people can imagine. Lives would be lost, and they came anyway.

Following the ancient mission and covenant, they came to the city of Titans, Ulduar, and they came to decide the fate of this world.

Dick was in front of everyone. He opened his left hand and placed it in front of the tightly closed giant metal gate. There was a jewel-like lock. His palm was in contact with the cold jewel, which originated from Raiden. The authority and the mysterious frequency beating in it slowly approached, and finally merged into one.

"click"

With a soft sound, at this moment, the never-ending thunder and lightning above the entire sky of Ulduar completely subsided at this moment. At this moment, the howling cold wind on the stormy cliff was collectively silent. At this moment, the snowflakes flying in the sky also stagnated in the air.

Time seemed to stand still. This was not an illusion. A second later, Dick gently pushed the brilliantly shining gem upwards with his left hand. There was a heavy crashing sound of gears, and it was placed under the ground. The gigantic machinery started to move again, and the paladin took a step back, watching the tightly closed metal gate in front of him begin to assemble and change shape in a gorgeous and unusual way, just like this giant beast that has always been entrenched in the north of the world opened its eyes. Opening his eyes, the invisible power made him subconsciously hold his breath.

A full 30 seconds later, a temple-like tall, solemn metal arch appeared in front of Dick and the legion behind him, and a super-large green storm vortex opened in front of his eyes, like the mouth of a giant beast. Devour all the existences that enter it rashly.

The paladin glanced back at the crowd behind him, then took a deep breath, holding the sword in his left hand and the shield in his right, and strode into it.

The vortex of the storm swallowed him, and after that, the suffocating power of the legions all over the outer city of Ulduar also began to move forward, never turning back, straight into hell.

Age of Mythology, here I come!