Azeroth Trail of Light

At the end of the 26th year of the Dark Portal, when the new year is approaching, Azeroth is still in a serious atmosphere, but in another shattered world, the war on the fate of the world of Azeroth has quietly begun. .

In the middle of the second month after Marton’s return, the scattered offensive of the Burning Legion had begun. Obviously, the fraudsters had discovered the betrayal of the King of Outland. According to the usual thinking of the Burning Legion, the scattered attacks were here. After the attack, it was time for a full-scale invasion.

However, Illidan is not worried about the war in the world of Draenor. In the past few years, he and his friends have completely built this broken world into a real battlefield and are ready to face war. More importantly, when the Sargerite keystone was in hand, Illidan was no longer satisfied with passive defense. Just as the Burning Legion was preparing for war, he was also preparing for a war.

And soon, the preparations for war will be over, and by then, the era representing the counterattack will begin.

At the very edge of the void storm, there are countless fragments of continents lined up. This is the land that was cut from the ground during the big explosion in the world of Draenor. There are large and small, and there are some floating islands that are not broken. , The portal of the demon attack was placed here, and the pioneers of the Burning Legion were hidden among these rubble generations, and a dozen demon forging camps were established to wait for the entry of the subsequent legions.

But just like Illidari can’t search every piece of the void floating island completely, the demons can’t completely monitor the movement on every floating island. At this moment, on a large floating island far away from the camp of Forge, a group of people Gathering on this broken land the size of a city, it looks like they are planning something.

There are about a dozen people, the race is very messy, there are orcs with battle axes, paladins in golden armor, death knights sitting silently, and a very impatient demon hunter. Farther away, Odin, holding a silver spear, curiously watched the Ethereals busy in the middle of the field with his one-eyed eyes. Old Velen was beside Odin, discussing something with the war leader.

The identities of these three virtual spirits are not ordinary. To be precise, these three guys are the node prince Sahadar from the Avengers, the commander Amir from the Order of Peace, and the node prince Harama of the Astral Consortium. De, the three giants of the Ethereal Society, are now standing in the center of this large floating island, guiding the arcane energy in the body, and carving an unusually complex pattern on the ground.

But it is not a summoning pattern, but similar to a beacon. Haramad told Dick that in thousands of years of preparation, the Ethereals have grasped part of the power information of the Devourers of the Worlds, through artificial By making this kind of power information, you can attract the devourers of the hateful worlds in the infinite void.

And more Ethereals are playing with some very sophisticated super-large instrument on the edge of the floating island. It is said that this is an instrument specially made to imprison Dimoncius for a short time. It can cut off Dimoncius and nothingness in the sky. The links of the ubiquitous shadow energy weakened the unshakable magic shield of the oversized Void Lord to the extreme.

It can be seen that the virtual spirits have indeed prepared for this trap for a long time, because from the complicated instrument, Dick felt very similar to the pantheon Titans. This instrument is absolutely very complicated to make, absolutely far beyond. Human imagination.

"What a strange life!"

Odin said with emotion to Dick who was standing next to him, "Look at these virtual spirits. They were originally flesh and blood creatures, but they were washed out of flesh and blood form by a huge amount of energy, and turned into this form similar to elemental creatures. They did not become weak as a result, and even developed a stronger civilization, Dick, this time I walked out of Azeroth is the right choice... There are too many secrets to the existence of the distortion void, under this starry sky , How many fascinating existences are there?"

Dick grinned and pierced the order epee into the ground. He also raised his head to look at the endless galaxy above his head.

"There will be a chance...on the road to rebuilding the Pantheon, we will always have a chance to uncover these secrets."

Odin is worthy of being one of the leaders of the Titan Guardian at the time. He saw the foundation of the Ethereal at a glance. He was right. Before Karesh was destroyed, the Ethereals were also with the humans of Azeroth. The same flesh and blood creatures, their level of civilization is much higher than that of Azeroth. Even when Karesh encounters Dimonsius’ invasion, the Ethereals are not without the power to fight back. They are outside the planet. A heavy energy barrier was arranged to block the attack of this greedy Void Lord.

At the beginning, this was very effective, but something went wrong. The Ethereals drew too much arcane energy from the void, causing these energies to run away uncontrollably, and the entire Karesh was washed away by heavy energy. Once again, the result was that the flesh and blood of the virtual spirits were washed away, but their souls were preserved and merged with arcane energy to become the current energy creatures.

In fact, even if there is no bandage used to imprison the body, the Ethereal Spirits can still survive in the void, but even if they are reduced to the present point, they are still unwilling to give up their memories of being human, so they use a bandage to bring their energy The body is shaped into a human form, which is regarded as a commemoration of the past.

"You guy... really make people angry!"

As soon as Illidan's figure flashed, he appeared beside Dick. With bright red cloth eyes, he looked at the node princes who had completed the reshaping of power information to the end, and couldn't help complaining to Dick. Said, "I was still supervising the battle in Shadowmoon Valley, so you were dragged here. Next time you encounter this kind of thing, can you say hello to me in advance?"

Dick glanced at him, "What? Are you dissatisfied with this business? A complete Starport, plus 12 sets of starship engine design drawings, I also found 3 sets of the most practical large starships from the Astral Consortium. Halamed also promised that I would sell the materials we need at the lowest price. If it were you, would you do this kind of deal? It’s just a fight."

"Asshole!"

Illidan cursed, but then he closed his mouth. Although he was reluctant, he had to admit that Dick really did a good deal this time, even though with the current engineering level of Azeroth, It is impossible to make a large starship, but with the blueprint, it is equivalent to winning a real bright avenue for the future. Dick has already exceeded what he should do, and Illidan feels that the result he has achieved is simply Impeccable.

But good brothers always quarrel, although Illidan never admits, but in his heart, Dick can indeed be regarded as a deadly friendship.

"I said, can you give me notice next time?"

The old orc Saurfang seems to have adapted to the rhythm of being captured by Dick. He just casually complained, "Now the situation in the Alliance tribe is so dangerous, do you know that the day I leave Stormheim, it may happen? How many things?"

"Don't worry, you won't be able to fight with me!"

The Paladin patted the old orc on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Who can you fight like this? Saurfang, or else, you just leave the tribes alone in the future and join Valarjar and come to Draenor. Kill the devil, this is also your hometown, isn't it?"

Dick just said casually, but he didn’t expect the old orc to actually nod his head. He pondered for a few seconds and sighed, “Really, I’m really fed up with politics now, if I have a chance. , I really want to let go of everything and go back to Draenor to be a pure warrior. I am actually quite afraid of meeting Fording and them on the battlefield... I am worried that I will not be able to play."

"Hi, what are you talking about? Are you so sure that you can kill me?"

Old Fording made a rude gesture to Saurfang and shouted, "You couldn't kill me on the battlefield before, but now you can't do the same, old bastard, but to be honest, it's better not to fight, Ai Xerath has been fighting for too long, it's time to recuperate."

Even Mograine, who hated the orcs before, nodded. Seriously, they are all comrades who have experienced too many battles. Saurfang is a pure warrior. He said that he might not be able to do it. Old Fording and Mograine must be the same, a real man would not be ruthless to abandon this kind of comradeship.

But Dick knew that if Lordaeron and the Horde really went to war, Saurfang and Fording would still go to the battlefield for their country without hesitation, endure the suffering and pain in their hearts, and cut their weapons into each other. In the body, this has to be said to be a tragedy, but this is a man, isn't it?

"Don't worry, if you die, I will give you a second life."

Uther, the night watchman who has been silent, added a cold note, and the whole audience was left in the cold. Uther’s night watchman army is currently stationed in the Hell Bed and Brokenridge Mountains of the Hellfire Peninsula, where the devil’s attack is the most crazy area , But there is also the area where Azeroth's coalition forces have the greatest advantage. The soldiers who have died will not have any fear. Facing the eternally silent marching army, even the demons must fear and succumb.

It's a pity that, with the exception of the corpses of a few demons, most demons cannot be transformed into undead spirits. Otherwise, relying on the Night Watch Legion alone would be enough to complete the defense of the entire world of Draenor.

"Okay! Dick, prepare your friends! Dimoncius is coming!"

The voice of Prince Haramad of Node rang in Dick's spirit, and the Paladin gestured towards the others. The warriors who were talking and laughing immediately entered a state of combat and scattered to all directions of the entire floating island.

The death bat wings behind Uther opened. Opposite him, Old Fording and Mograine drew their weapons. The scorching holy light formed a condensed beam of light, and Saurfang raised his black weight. The axe, the blood-red anger flame ignited on his body, and even escaped outside of his body. He was also carrying a warhammer behind his back. After the battle of Ulduar, in order to express gratitude to the mortal heroes, the oldest master Ignis gave Saurfang his carefully crafted weapon.

The name of the battle axe is Kaitian, and the name of the warhammer is Pidi. Azeroth's best weapon is only one step away from the legend. This also avoids the embarrassment of Saurfang's need to replace weapons after every battle.

Velen lightly waved the staff in his hand, and various amplification magics were thrown on everyone's bodies. The existence of this demigod old priest was the most reliable guarantee for this battle.

The silver spear in Odin's hand tapped the ground, and his body rapidly expanded in a mortal state. Within a few seconds, he became a 15-meter-high guardian, with golden flames and blue thunder on his body. Beating, the war leader moved his shoulders. This was his first battle in Draenor. He didn't want his opponent to be a soft-stomped fellow, which would make him very discouraged.

And Illidan also summoned his own Azzinoth warblade, dark green evil flames hovered around his body, and finally merged into his body. His body suddenly reached 5 meters high, and the bat wings on the back opened. Beneath the two curved black horns is a real demon's body. The double aura of fear and sacrifice escapes on the surface of the body. Under the crimson Sargeras vision, in the burnt eyes, What shines is the hottest dark green fire.

Finally, Dick.

The spirit of the sun is still chattering like that, but the current Anvena rarely appears in front of everyone. After truly obtaining the incarnation of the Angel of Order, the fully grown Anvena is more willing to stay in the spiritual world of Dick. The place that gives her the most peace of mind.

The Paladin held the Order Epee in his left hand and the Shield of Aggramar in his right hand, and said gently to Anvina,

"My Anvina, let's start!"

"Ok!"

"boom"

The silver fire of order bloomed from Dick’s heart and ignited his form in an instant. Where the silver flames flowed, the full form of the angel of order opened at this moment, standing nearly 5 meters tall, and six silver whites behind it. The light wings flapped lightly in the air, like overflowing lines, full of simple beauty.

Under the silver-white hood is a darkness, which is the complement of light and darkness, and a symbol of balance. There are also dense texts on the silver armor on the body. Every time you move, those texts will rotate rapidly. It is like a floating petal. The epee that originally needed to be held with both hands is now like a real one-handed sword, with silver-white light and lightning sparks beating on it, and the shield of Aggramar in the left hand has also changed. Become part of that exquisite arm armor.

Two ribbons full of holy patterns hung from the shoulders. At the top of the forehead, the holy patterns of order flowed slowly with silver and golden light.

This is Dick now, the real Archangel of Order.

The three nodal princes are also scattered around the pattern that has begun to emit blue gloom. In the continuous injection of their energy bodies, the unperceived power information is spreading rapidly in the boundless void for more than ten seconds. After the clock, a huge darkness responded to them.

As we approached, a dark fissure more than 30 meters wide appeared above the floating island. On the left and right sides of the fissure, it was grasped by a pair of black claws. The claws were torn apart to the sides. The world barrier of Draenor had been broken, so this space There is absolutely no way to block the entry of Devourers of the Worlds, it is a super-giant Void Lord.

A drop-shaped body, a body composed entirely of dark energy, on the left and right shoulders, it also carries huge shattered shoulder armors. In addition, it has only a simple pair of claws composed entirely of shadows. There is a pair of eyes that are constantly swaying in the air with a dark green light band, and it does not look mighty at all.

But at the moment when it appeared, Dimoncius realized that he had fallen into a trap. It raised its head and let out a silent roar. At this moment, a crazy shadow storm appeared over the floating island, at Dimonsius’s. Under the frantic will, like a long whip, sweeping through everything in front of it.

"Boom boom boom boom"

In the area swept by the storm, all existence, whether it was a floating island or a gravel belt, was swept away by a huge amount of shadow, completely swallowed, and wherever the shadow storm went, there was only a desperate annihilation.

The eyelids of everyone who watched this scene were numb, but just before the dumbfounded shadow storm swept the floating island under everyone’s feet, the Ethereal engineers activated the excessively precise instrument, a dazzling blue color. The arc appeared from the surface of the instrument, and within a thousandth of a second, the Devourers of the Worlds who were trying to destroy everything were locked in place.

Odin's expression suddenly changed at this moment. He could feel that the originally fragile and chaotic space barriers around him were strengthened to an unimaginable level at this moment, like a cage for death battles, bringing everyone together. This dangerous guy was locked together.

"To kill it, we only have 10 minutes! We built the obscuration instrument in 100 years. If we fail this time, the broken world will be over!"