Azeroth Trail of Light

Chapter 591 36. Shadow of War Alliance and Horde

Quel'Thalas, the forefront of Eversong Forest.

This used to be the frontline battlefield where the sin'dorei fought against the undead. Countless elven warriors were buried here. In order to commemorate their sacrifices and to guard against the attacks of large groups of undead still wandering in the land of ghosts, after the end of the war of undead, this The battle line has not been withdrawn, and there is a fully armed Ranger Legion and Magician Legion stationed here all year round.

But after all, the natural disaster of the undead is no longer a climate, and the new chief of the night watchman is not interested in paying attention to the undead of different quality levels in the land of ghosts, so the war here has actually settled down.

Quel'Thalas is a peninsula terrain. After a long discussion among the wise men of the Phoenix Dynasty, they finally decided to keep the undead in the land of ghosts. Although these reanimated dead almost destroyed the country before, but now, these wandering On the contrary, the undead will become the best shelter in this country.

Quel'Thalas needed to recuperate, but the sudden and unexpected war disrupted all the planned rhythms of the country.

"The troll is coming!"

An elf ranger shouted hoarsely, then drew the giant bow in his hand, and shot the four arrows in his hand at an extremely fast speed, knocking down the two Amani trolls who rushed into the front line, But the next moment, this heroic ranger was hit by the throwing ax thrown by the troll ax thrower, and his whole body was carried backward several meters by the huge force.

The stone ax tore his skin and internal organs. When he fell to the ground, the young elf breathed rapidly, but he couldn't feel the existence of air. After struggling for a few seconds, he took the last A trace of nostalgia for life fell on the frontline land of Eversong Forest.

His sacrifice was not worthless, he bought time for the magicians around him, after a violent shock of magic power, a group of magic flames sprang up from the ground, completely devouring the troll who had just attacked the young ranger , However, more trolls rushed towards the flames, their eyes were red, and the spirits of beasts appeared on their bodies, which made them stronger, bloodthirsty, and crazier!

Halduron Brightwing, the number two of the ranger army, is leading his personal guards to fight against the crazy Amani trolls at the forefront. Reinforcements are coming. Before they arrive, the front line of Eversong Forest must not be defeated. fall!

Behind this battle line, there are 7 villages of sin'dorei elves. Once the trolls break through, those civilians can't stop death at all.

But they were too few in number. Halduron Brightwing chopped off the head of a troll berserker with his halberd. He looked up and saw dense green-skinned trolls rushing out from their line. Look, there are at least 30,000 trolls in front of you! This is definitely not just the Amani trolls, there are not so many Amani trolls who have been cornered by the sin'dorei!

And maybe the Vilebranch trolls from the Hinterlands, who are also said to be driven down by the Wildhammer dwarves.

But Halduron's thinking was not over yet, a sharp knife light stabbed out from the shadow behind him, the ranger lord felt murderous, he ignored the dirtiness of the ground, rolled forward for 2 weeks, landed on the On the ground, with the halberd in his hand in front of him, he saw the true face of the attacker. It was an old troll with only one arm, wearing a red kerchief, and lost one eye, but which one was left But the eyes are full of hatred that destroys everything, as well as dejected and shuddering madness.

He was very old, and the hair on his head had turned gray, but time did not take away his fierceness, but made him more dangerous!

"Zul'jin! You're not dead yet!"

Halduron gritted his teeth and looked at the leader of the Amani troll. This damned troll has killed at least a thousand elves since his birth. This is the villain sin'dorei hates the most. When they arrived at Zul'jin, without even thinking about it, the phoenix halberd in his hand smashed towards the vicious old troll with the sound of howling wind.

"But you will live until today!"

"boom"

The crimson halberd collided with the strange-shaped fist blade held in the remaining hand of the troll. The old Zul'jin did not retreat, but the young Halduron was overturned by the huge force and took several steps back.

The Amani troll lord looked at Halduron who was provoking him with disdain,

"It's up to you? Anasterian is my defeat! Want my head? Let Kael'thas come in person!"

After speaking, without waiting for Halduron to respond, he laughed and raised his remaining hand,

"Oh, by the way, Kael'thas can't come back! So arrogant elves, you! Everyone, wants to take something from us, but now, we want to take back everything that was lost! The great Amani Empire Back! We want revenge!"

Zul'jin's fist pointed at Halduron, and the evil smile in his one eye made Halduron shudder,

"Revenge. Start with you!"

"What is better than serving the holy spirit of the bear? Come on, give me your soul!"

"Hahaha, I am Falcon, you are the prey!"

"I heard that you are learning to summon beasts? You will regret it greatly!"

"I want to say burn you to death!"

Four low, thick, angry, or calm voices jumped out from around Halduron, and the four beast priests of the Amani troll surrounded him from four directions, each of them was different. Weaker than his master.

Halduron looked around and tightened his grip on the halberd in his hand. He knew that it might be difficult to go back alive today.

"Forgive me. I'll spare your life!"

Zul'jin stepped forward surrounded by the magic lord Malacath, and said arrogantly to Halduron, "Kneel down! Then go back to Silvermoon City with the news of the return of the Amani Empire. Oh, yes, Silver Moon City has been destroyed, forget it, go back wherever you want, and bring my fear to your people!"

"Don't think about it!"

Halduron leaned on his halberd in his left hand. He raised his head and looked at Zul'jin, "There is only Halduron who died in battle, there is no Halduron who surrendered!"

"Okay! I will grant your wish!"

Zul'jin shrugged noncommittally, then turned around, waved his hand,

"Kill him! Send his head back!"

"Whoosh!"

A soft sound of death lit up in front of Zul'jin's eyes, and the sudden white sonic boom cloud wrapped in a sharp arrow pierced towards his face. The old troll shrank his eyes, and the next moment, With a swipe of the knife, the sharp arrow was separated from the center.

To kill Zul'jin, it's not just a question of an arrow, but from this arrow, Zul'jin seemed to see an old "friend".

The figure of Rogelio Starchaser appeared on a branch in the distance. The indifferent ranger wearing a black blindfold interrupted Halduron's solemnity with an indifferent voice that did not belong to the elves.

"I know the news of Amani's return. You can get out!"

"Or I'll send you away."

Another voice appeared on the front line with the shattering of the portal. Archmage Rommath walked out of the portal with the Spellbreaker Guards. His old face was majestic without anger. The staff pointed at Zul'jin,

"Say, troll, what do you know about His Majesty Kael'thas?"

"hey-hey"

Zul'jin grinned, showing a malicious smile, "I know a lot, but why should I tell you? Get ready for Kael'thas' funeral, tsk tsk, Sunstrider, is going extinct!"

At the same time that Quel'Thalas was entangled in war, another no less war was also going on at the junction of Ashenvale and Azshara.

"Drive these Blackrock orcs back! Or keep them here forever!"

Sentinel Commander Barnes wiped the blood from his face, and the knife wheel in his hand was spinning rapidly, cutting open the chest of a Blackstone Assassin who jumped out from behind him. Beside him, the corpses of elves and orcs overlapped With that, almost the entire bridge deck of the Tarendis Bridge was occupied, and after the torrent of Blackstone orcs, the completely destroyed Tarendis camp had been ignited by flames.

Together with the 347 elves in the camp were set ablaze, there is no doubt that this is a war that has been planned for a long time.

But Barnes can't help it, even if there are heavily armed elf soldiers from the Silver Wing Post behind him, but they can't rush across the Tarrendis Bridge to save their compatriots, the only way to connect Ashenvale and Azshara A stone bridge, and in the Battle of Hyjal 6 years ago, in order to deal with the demons entrenched in Azshara, the coalition forces personally blew up the bridge, and this one has just been built.

The Blackstone orcs blocked the bridge tightly, blocking almost all the attacks of the elves, but they were not active in attacking. On the contrary, their behavior seemed to be really provoking and angering the elves.

There is no doubt that they succeeded.

Barnes and his assassin troops were outraged. They struck at the vital point, and almost every blow could take the life of an orc, but even so, it still couldn't.

"Hahaha, it doesn't feel good to watch your compatriots being burned to death!"

An old Blackstone veteran was lying on the other side of the bridge, taunting the elves who were madly attacking in a vicious voice. He had an arrow stuck in his chest, obviously he was not long to live, but his tone was full of something disgusting malice,

"Ah, it's painful, isn't it?"

"But our pain is a thousand times yours, ten thousand times yours! Do you think we have forgotten the scene where you slaughtered our compatriots? Do you think the Blackrock orcs knelt down in humiliation? No! We didn't! Everything is for the present! We want revenge! We want to kill the alliance! Kill you! Kill!"

"Shut him up!"

Barnes roared behind him, and the sharpshooter at the Silver Wing Post immediately bent his bow, and the long arrow pierced the orc's head with a whistling sound, but there was no way to stop the more frenzied fighting.

The elves want to save people, and the orcs want to kill people, even if they should avenge Stormwind instead of the night elves, but for the crazy guy, these things have long since become meaningless.

Once the wheel of war starts, all justice, mercy, and judgment will be ruthlessly crushed. There is only life and death on the battlefield, and there is no good or evil!

"The druids are coming! They are coming!"

The shout from behind gave Barnes a glimmer of hope, he waved his hand,

"Archers, clear the skies for the druids, let them save"

"boom"

Before Barnes could finish his hopeful words, the burning Tarrendis camp opposite was completely collapsed under the attack of the orc catapults and burned by the flames.

The ashes from the flames were like red butterflies, flapping their wings and flying in the air of death. Barnes' eyes were completely red at this moment. His lover and his brother were inside.

"Kill them all! Avenge your fellow countrymen! An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, blood for blood!"

Desperate and angry voices rang out over Ashenvale, and with the final fire of the Moonblade Ballista, life and death... all settled.

When the dust settled, there was Muradin's mood. When he arrived at Menethil Harbor with the Mountain Ranger Legion, what he saw was a burning ruin, and the entire city was shrouded in flames.

This city, which was just attacked by Naga, was attacked again by orcs riding progenitor dragons a few hours ago. Although it was not captured, the city that the dwarves took nearly a hundred years to build was completely destroyed. .

Those who survived stood blankly outside the burning city, watching the angry dwarf prince swear to make the orcs pay with blood. Those who lost their relatives and friends cried bitterly on the ruins, while others silently watching it all.

Gibbs, half of his body in a strap, was one of them. Beside him, the surviving crew of the Spear of the North gathered there, waiting for the boss to speak. They are eager for revenge, the Dark Lord Never hide the hatred, never keep the hatred.

Blood for blood, tooth for tooth, this is their tradition.

"Boss, who will you kill tonight?"

Phil Laren, who had bandages on his neck and arms, asked with a murderous look on his face. Gibbs raised his hand to signal him to shut up. After a while, he lowered his head and drew a religious symbol on his chest. Immediately afterwards, a wave A frightening murderous look jumped out of the old sea dog.

"Contact the Siren Fleet! Let them pick us up as quickly as possible! Let Tony and Shattrath also act, and prepare weapons and ammunition. This time, we will kill us!"

"Go to the Twilight Highlands! Go to Durotar! Go to the Burning Steppes! Go to Azshara! Kill those bloody orcs!"

"In the name of the Dark Lord, we have suffered a loss, and it is their turn to bleed!"

Brother, who will be killed tonight! ——How should I put it, when I didn’t write about alliance and tribal fights, some people said, ah, how could I not write about these, the conflict is the main line~ Let’s write a little bit now. . . Some people also said that they want to abandon the book, it's really a big headache~ And about the plot, Enzos must be the weakest ancient god, which is fine, but please pay attention, in this book, when you fight the ancient god from the beginning to the end , all without the participation of mortal heroes. The ancient gods destroy the minds of mortals in all directions. From my personal point of view, no matter how strong the mortals are, they will definitely not be the opponents of the ancient gods at the soul level, and Enzo The purpose of this wave is not to kill them. The specific reason will be explained later in the plot. And to be honest, you don’t think that in the game plot, Harveys can enter the Emerald Dream at will. Is it too much? Aren't you wondering why the green dragon can't defend against the nightmare invasion no matter what? This volume actually reveals a guess in my heart about the Emerald Dream. Don’t worry, read it slowly. Of course, I admit that the plot of this volume is a bit weak. In fact, if you look at it separately, the Gilneas volume and the Naga Invasion can be written twice It’s a volume, but Dick’s story dragged on too long, and it’s time to come to an end, so I finished it in one volume, plus these two days, the bosses asked themselves to check whether there is pornographic content, which is very bad. In short sorry forgive me~