Azeroth Trail of Light

The Broken World of Draenor is resuming prosperity at a slow rate.

Uh, I’m not wrong. Although the core of this world is dead, on top of this wreckage, those who are left here, and those who are forced to stay here, begin to rebuild a new one on this ruin. world.

Frankly speaking, although Draenor is barren, its territory is one-half the size of Azeroth, which is larger than the entire continent of Shakan, and there is also the Nagrand steppe, an extremely livable environment, as long as you are willing to Development, here can also become a prosperous world.

Moreover, the technology of the large ecological dome traded from Ethereal has been distributed to various forces. Large and small ecological domes have been established on the land of Draenor, but the dominance of the major kingdoms in this world is negligible. It is essentially more like a federation of large and small battle groups.

Yes, Illidari and the Guardians occupy the highest position, and the following is a dark jungle of natural selection. So since the end of the invasion war a year ago, many unwilling guys took the initiative to enter Draenor and engage in Smuggling, looting work and launching small-scale wars.

This is a chaotic world, but for some people, it’s just as beautiful as heaven, and some guys with special permission have extended their trade tentacles to the distant Xiakan, such as green-skin goblins, hot The sand consortium and the merchant station of Booty Bay have been established on the mainland of Xiakan.

Wealth is touching, and businessmen are always the most sensitive group of people. They are more willing to accept new knowledge and a new era than rulers. They will embrace everything for money.

This world, set as the frontline battlefield of Azeroth, is becoming more and more prosperous in a deformed prosperity. The residential areas of Shattrath City are already in short supply, and the loud shouts in the daily market even make Naru Adal. Some are too annoying.

But like many other places, where there are normal people, lunatics are always indispensable.

Outside the city of Shattrath, when Ner'zhul tore the earth to pieces, the earth here became desertified because too much life was drawn, and there were bones left over from that disaster everywhere. This place is called the Bone Wilderness. , Outside the prosperous Terokkar Forest, here is the forbidden zone of life.

However, apart from the local natives, few people know that in the deepest part of the Bone Wilderness, there is actually a glorious palace left by the draenei people, Auchindoun, the city of the undead.

It is said that it was once one of the most glorious cities of the draenei, but when the orcs began to slaughter the world of Draenor, it was breached once, and then the lunatics among the orcs and the warlocks of the Shadow Council summoned one of them here. The powerful elemental creature that cannot be controlled is said to be the wind elemental lord from the sky wall.

Sonic Storm-Momor, this powerful guy is unwilling to succumb to the summoner. In the battle, it exploded its own energy, completely destroyed the entire Auchindoun, and killed all the refugees who remained here, but their souls Still entrenched in this land full of suffering.

Anyone with a normal mind would not be willing to approach here. It is said that even standing in the Bone Wilderness, one can hear the cry of the soul from Auchindoun, but there are always people who don’t care here, or they enjoy it. Such a bad environment.

If old local residents come to Auchindoun to take a look, they will find that most of the ruins of the draenei city that has been destroyed have already begun to be rebuilt. Some guys wearing black and dark red robes and hoods are here. Busy back and forth among the layers of ruins, they did not restore the appearance of the city, but used these solid ruins as support.

They are arranging the energy generator needed for the large ecological dome.

Yes, from the fierce warhammer on the chest of the robes they wear, it can be seen that these guys are Twilight's Hammers, a cult that everyone shouts and beats in Azeroth, but even cultists need one. Although they screamed that chaos is the highest, but let them live in hell, they would not want to.

For most of the cultists of Twilight's Hammer, the chaotic world of Draenor is the best place for them to survive, where they can unscrupulously destroy, destroy, and worship that distorted belief. No one will care about them, nor People will interfere with their "freedom of belief."

Ordinary believers are strictly divided into areas for living, studying, worshiping, and activities among the four-story ruins. For Kel'Thuzad, who was born as an archmage, this kind of planning is a basic skill, while high-level believers are allowed to live under the city. , In the well-preserved underground palace, where the taboo knowledge of Twilight's Hammer is also stored.

They called it "The Hall of Shadows", a very apt name.

There are four underground palaces like this. Except for the Hall of Shadows, the rest are occupied by undead, arakkoa, and phantoms, but after the invincible mantid army swept by the master, the remaining three are finally It fell into the hands of the cultists, and was very interested in the knowledge left by the idiots who were killed, whether it was the Karaksi Council or the master himself.

But now, they are concentrated in the chamber in the deepest part of the Shadow Hall, discussing a very important matter.

"Gentlemen, wise men, commanders."

Kel'Thuzad, who had changed back to the black robe he often wore in Dalaran, hugged his baby cat, stroking its head, and said,

"The most important task now is to build an ecological dome. Mr. Bigworth hates the environment very much, and the environment here is not suitable for my baby to survive... Of course there are also the cubs of Karaxivs, they It also needs a good environment for growth."

Kel'Thuzad turned to look at the great elder Karaxiva Ike, who was standing aside, the wisest elder of Karaxivs, the master asked,

"Mr. Elder, how does the Kaipa Sacred Tree you transplanted grow?"

Ike activated his terrifying worm brain and made a buzzing sound, "Very good...the devices left by the virtual spirits can gather a lot of energy. This energy is transformed by the worm spar. It can provide a great growth environment for the sacred tree, which is very suitable for our survival, except for the prey...the prey is too few."

"It's ok!"

Kel'Thuzad snapped his fingers, "We will soon have enough prey."

After speaking, he reached out and picked up a letter on the table, handed it to the elder, and then looked at the rulers of the various factions of Twilight's Hammer standing in front of him respectfully. He knocked on the table. ,

"Everyone, how you fight internally is your own business, I can't control, and I don't want to manage, but in this terrible world, we have to stay together to survive. I hope you remember this, and I just got the news. , There is a very good opportunity in front of us."

The voice of the archmage suddenly became louder.

"Look at you, a group of idiots, fighting each other for immortality for a little bit of petty profit, like wild dogs that bite each other for a bone! I never thought that what I would take over would be such a bad one. The group, even the most trash mage organization in Azeroth, is 10,000 times better than you!"

He used the most vicious language to insult, but the four guys of different genders and races standing in front of him are not surprised. The spirit of the master is a little bit problematic. Everyone knows that, and under the leadership of the master, they have already Consolidating one's power in Draenor is like having one's own kingdom, which has proved the ability to dominate.

Coupled with the terrifying mantid who obeyed the ruler, no one had any dissatisfaction in the insult of the ruler, and they knew that this kind of insult was generally the beginning of a real big event, so everyone cheered up.

Kel'Thuzad cursed fiercely for two minutes, and then suddenly regained his senses. He looked at the people in front of him with a weird and creepy soft gaze.

"Do you really want to be a landlord in this damn, spicy, horrible world where there is nothing? No, no... I don’t think that way. Everyone, a Bone Wilderness will satisfy you Already? My ideal is very lofty. Although Azeroth can't go back, I can find me a new home...a new planet! Do you understand what I mean?"

"Like Xiakan... We control, we rule, we rule everything, a planet. You are not here to serve as a cultist to truly serve a crazy, bloodthirsty, bad temper and moody evil god. Right?"

Kel'Thuzad's slightly purple eyes swept everyone's eyes, and he saw a trace of ambition, a trace of excitement, a trace of yearning, and a hesitation in these guys' eyes.

He nodded in satisfaction, that's it, the conversation between the villains would be more explicit.

"I know what you want, and you also know what I want... Twilight's Hammer, let this disgusting name be a thing of the past. Get rid of all the lunatics who really want the destruction of the world. They kill and let them meet their evil god, and the rest of us...we will have everything!"

Kel'Thuzad stood up, held the cat in one hand, and spread out with the other. He was full of emotion and seduced him.

"Let our idiots be prepared for war, yes, Argus... Argus has no value, but this is a touchstone, understand? We pay the lives of some idiots and get the path to the star field. Between the tickets, ah, when we have our own spaceship... think about it, look up at the stars, guys, what do you see?"

"That's a hunting ground. As long as you carry the bow and arrow, as long as you can pull the bow and arrow away, you won't come back empty-handed. Everything we want is there... Go, let Twilight's Hammer make a new look, eh , We have to think of a new name..."

Kel'Thuzad rubbed his chin and walked a few steps, and finally waved his hand irritably.

"Just call it Twilight's Hammer, just a name, hell! What are you doing here?"

"Uh, Lord, it's just that recently the bloodmaul ogres who are unwilling to obey Orgril's commander have occupied an area on the edge of the Bone Wilderness... shall we send them back, or?"

A tall orc asked respectfully with a trace of fear, and the question ignited Kel'Thuzad's anger.

"Damn! Look at what kind of idiots under my command, send them back? Why do you send them back? Did the ogres in Orgrila give you money? Hell, kill them, and take the soul out to make crystals, Then go make a deal with the night watchman, change something more and come back. Are your brains all muscles? You will ask me this question next time... I will drag you to feed the mantid cub!"

The archmage patted the table fiercely.

"Fuck me! Don't come to see me if you don't do anything well!"

The rulers of various factions respectfully withdrew from the chamber, but Kel'Thuzad, who was still furious just now, sat back on his chair with a calm expression. He held the sleeping Mr. Bigworth in his arms. Then whispered to the mantid elder who had read the letter,

"Elder Ike, what do you think Dick did so much for? He didn't need to summon us... We are not friendly forces, but I got this letter, and there are others, I I believe that several large groups in Outland have all received the same invitation."

"His..."

The mantid Ike made a low buzzing sound, and then said, "With my wisdom, I can only draw one conclusion, that manager...he wants to use this war to bring the whole world, Yes, Azeroth, the whole of Azeroth has entered a new era, an era of dancing with the stars and competing with the stars for land."

"As for the difference between the enemy and ourselves, the master, even if you have the heart to dominate, you still think from the perspective of a human being... For Karaksi, all humans are prey, of course, that was once , But do you think in our eyes, is there a difference between being a human and an orc? Is there a difference between being an alliance or a tribe?"

Kel'Thuzad nodded sharply.

"Yes! For the Shakan people, it makes no difference whether we are **** in exile or high-ranking officials of Azeroth. We are from Azeroth, that's enough... Yes, no wonder I All are one step behind him, I have to admit that this guy's vision is at least one level higher than mine."

"So, elder, will you join the war?"

"His... why not? You want a world called Twilight's Hammer, and we also want a world called Karaxis, Azeroth... too small, it's too small Can't accommodate the mantid dream country, but another world, a whole world... enough! Yes, why not?"

Kel'Thuzad and Clark Siva Ike laughed at the same time. Their laughter was low and hazy. Behind them, there was a whole piece of cold frozen land. In that whole piece of ice, it had been destroyed. Momor, the element lord of Auchindoun, was being frozen in it in a roaring posture.

That is a testament to the power of dominance...and also a testament to his ambition.