Azeroth Trail of Light

Dick walked out of the emerald green portal with a blank expression. He was about 2 seconds behind the others in crossing the portal. This short time difference did not arouse anyone's suspicion.

But in that mysterious space, no one knows what he said to Eranikus who had regained his sanity.

Dick stood in front of the Stratholme battle group, and his gaze would turn to the southeast sky from time to time. Before the second demon war was in full swing, there were many plans for Dick's journey after the war ended. A lot of entanglement.

Buckhelm, Elune, Eranikus, Nightmare, Twilight's Hammer.

These things were pondered over and over in Dick's mind, and finally his thinking successfully turned into a pot of porridge.

Garald shouted three times in a row before Dick came back to his senses. He shook his head, squeezed these things out of his brain, and turned his attention to Garald, who was officially appointed as the defense commander of Mount Hyjal , the latter expressed his understanding of Dick's abnormality, and the previous war was enough to affect everyone's minds.

"Dick, the Ashenvale battlefield is divided into two. You and your knights are in charge of the eastern zone, and the orcs are in charge of the western zone. His Majesty Ysera agrees to send the emerald dragon to join your camps!"

Garald stretched out his hand and shook it. Sarah Hill, who was standing beside him, took out a simple animal skin map from the back of her waist. The white-haired elf waved the hand on the map, and Dick and Thrall also Look very seriously.

"The orcs are extremely capable in melee combat, so in addition to counterattacking demons, you also need to shoulder support operations against Felwood Forest. And you, the mobility of the paladins is only a little worse than that of the hunter army, but your defense power is even higher. It is more than one level higher than the huntresses, so I will also hand over to you the blockade system for Azshara, the base camp of the demons."

Garald's organization was quite clear. Under his explanation, both Dick and Thrall understood the responsibilities of both sides in the second half of the war. The dominant orcs were not too heavy, but it was a bit difficult for the First Expeditionary Force with a number of only over 10,000.

Jarod also understood this, so he heavily clicked on the map at the junction of Ashenvale and Azshara.

"I allow you to blow up the passing bridges, the mountain giants who have made friends with Kaldorei, and even the command of the heavy crossbow and moonblade vehicles. I can also give you the command. If we enter Ashvale on a large scale, I intend to set Ashenvale as our safe zone, Dick, your First Expeditionary Corps will be the gatekeeper of this war zone."

After hearing this series of assistance, Dick's heart was relieved. With the mountain giant who can slightly manipulate the terrain and the heavy crossbow moon blade with the best lethality, Dick has more confidence in eliminating the demons in the eastern district. What's more, Nozdormu also promised to send some bronze dragon recruits to help.

However, when Garald picked up the map and was about to leave, he was stopped by Dick. Dick winked at Garald, and the white-haired elf looked around, and then took out the The pipe, and he stepped aside, and the two lowered their voices.

"Are you really going to rely on the Kaldorei elves to deal with the elite demons who invaded Felwood? How many people will you have to die?"

Dick took a deep breath and asked with "concern".

Garrod grinned. After spending a long time with this handsome elf commander, Dick realized that this guy was actually a casual person. Facing Dick's question, the commander frowned. Pursing his lips, after hesitating for a few seconds, he revealed a secret.

"Don't worry, Dick, the Green Dragon Queen has reached an agreement with the newly awakened Malfurion. She will personally preside over the resurrection ceremony of the demigods in the wilderness. When all the demigods are resurrected, even the great demon will not be able to break through. Their offensive! Demigods, they withstood the demons' offensive in the Battle of the Ancients, and they will definitely be able to do it this time!"

The paladin opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but after thinking about it, he decided not to say anything for now.

As a player, he has participated in the demigod resurrection ceremony hosted by Ysera more than once in the cataclysm. He knows that the resurrection of the demigod takes time and does not happen overnight. Right now, the great demon will be left to Mount Hyjal. How much time?

But Garrod, who was smoking a pipe, didn't see the hesitation on Dick's face. He turned around and took Sarah Hill away. Dick sat on the ground alone, thinking over and over about his original idea.

In the War of the Ancients, the demigods were scattered on several fronts, and scattered and defeated the demon army that spread all over the world at that time. The demigods Usol and the Ursoc brothers are the main force in the frontal attack, Aviana is the main force in clearing the sky, and there are other unknown wilderness demigods, such as the black panther Amansha who is responsible for hunting high-level demons .

But even so, they failed to defeat the demon back then. It was the detonation of the Well of Eternity that gave the world a glimmer of life. It is really unknown whether they can fight against the great demon together.

Dick suddenly realized that his previous judgment was still somewhat subjective.

Sometimes, it is not that there are many people, there is definitely a chance of winning.

But thinking about it now doesn't help much. The demigods are about to reappear, which is more or less a good thing for this world. Before that, let the elves stand in the front and fight to the death. More than 10,000 of them guard the rear and intercept the demons, which can be considered as a contribution to this battle.

In a trance, Dick's ambition to lead the First Expeditionary Force to the battlefield has changed. He came into contact with those demons in the front, saw the demon army that covered the sky with his own eyes, and vaguely saw the battle behind the battle. After the shadow of the vortex, Dick really didn't think that throwing his 10,000 people into that crazy vortex would cause a few splashes.

I heard that in Felwood, where the battle is the most fierce, every confrontation and battle on every front is tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of people. You just need to do your own thing.

The real world is beautiful, but also cruel. In this kind of battlefield that concerns the survival of the world, don’t say silly things about winning with quality. If you can fight with 1,000 people, you will face 100,000 demons flooding up like a tide. Even if you line up to cut it for you, it will make your hands cramp.

In fact, even a demigod like Cenarius, in a war of that scale, would roll up his sleeves and fight in person at critical moments.

Didn't see the future protagonist of the world - Lord Thrall, are you ready to leave happily?

He has accepted this kind of errand work. What is there to be dissatisfied with Dick, who considers himself a marginal man?

After greeting Thrall, Dick briefly mentioned the news about Maronus the Destroyer, and then planned to return to the Ashenvale defense line. After the Green Dragon Legion wiped out the demons near the big tree, they will switch defenses Headed to East Ashenvale.

But when Dick and Thrall shook hands and said goodbye in a friendly way, the sky of the entire Ashenvale suddenly darkened, and the expression of the orc shaman changed. Before he could say anything, Dick heard the trees all around Qi groaned.

The bean-sized rain fell from the sky and hit Dick's face, causing pain. Under the rain curtain, the forests in all directions seemed to have their own consciousness, crying and howling. This strange and terrifying scene , Dick subconsciously clenched the warhammer on his back with his backhand.

A loud rumbling sound came from the ground, and Dick staggered, barely maintaining his balance, but the others were not so lucky.

Cries of pain and curses rang out behind Dick. The paladin looked back, and a shocking scene appeared: the giant tree carrying the portal of the Emerald Dream, like an old old man, let out a shocking scene. Overwhelmed by the screams, conspicuous cracks appeared on the tree, and then quickly spread upwards. The big tree that was originally like a pillar of the sky seemed to be crumbling in an instant.

"Earth, obey my orders!"

The one who reacted faster than Dick was Thrall. This guy is worthy of being the most talented shaman of the orcs in the past hundred years. He stretched his hands forward. Amid the roar of the ground, four big hands made of rocks stretched out upwards. , at the moment the big tree fell, it was firmly fixed in place from all directions, avoiding the catastrophic consequences of the portal being directly crushed.

But this is not over yet, not only this tree, but at the moment when the vision of heaven and earth occurred, all the giant trees near the entire shade of the big tree underwent the same change, and the fallen trees smashed out in the dense forest. Without the rising smoke, the whole process lasted at least five minutes.

Thrall murmured and looked towards the direction of Felwood Forest in the northwest. When Dick approached him, he heard the shaman's unbelievable voice.

"Demigod... This is a sign of the death of the demigod in the wilderness!"

Garald, who hadn't gone far, reacted more violently. He pushed away the support of the watchmen,

"Cenarius has failed. He has the power of Mount Hyjal and this forest, but he can't even stop the archdemon! Felwood's defenses are over! Damn it, it's over!"

On the other side, against the backdrop of flames and lightning behind him, the great demon Archimonde was laughing wildly. Before the demigod came to death, he summoned thunder from the sky, but as soon as the great demon stretched out his hand, the purple Lightning scattered in the air.

In front of the sky where lightning flies like a silver snake, in the light and darkness of the air, the body of the Great Demon stands in the center of the battlefield, like a tower that will never fall!

The blue body with a height of tens of meters is covered with bloody scars, which looks terrifying, but for the great demon with amazing vitality, it is not even a minor injury. It holds a deer antler in its left hand, A bloody head, its prize.

Behind the big demon, a huge corpse with a deer body and a human head that lost its head was lying in a pool of blood, twitching from time to time. It was the demigod Cenarius, the king of the forest, the most loyal ally of the night elves, a proud guy.

According to the original plot, Cenarius should be hacked to death by Grom, who drank the blood of the devil again, before the large-scale invasion of the devil, and became the laughing stock of all the demigods. Gives it a decent chance of dying.

In the Battle of the Ancients 10,000 years ago, Archimonde personally broke the neck of Cenarius' father, the Lost Watcher, Malorne the White Hart. Ten thousand years later, this great evil star broke the neck more easily The head of Cenarius, the battle between the two super heavyweights, changed the terrain of less than half of Felwood forever.

The great demon cast his eyes on Mount Hyjal in the distance. In the package of the mountains, a towering tree went straight into the sky. It was the world tree Nordrassil. It absorbed the essence of this world for ten thousand years. Ah Greed flashed in Kermond's eyes.

It has never thought of surpassing its master. The Dark Titan is an invincible powerhouse, but as long as it obtains the power contained in that tree, it can at least allow him to enter the same level as the great master.

Compared with this goal, destroying the world is really nothing to mention. As a famous polluter, Archimonde has already destroyed countless worlds by himself.

"Come on, enter this world, my servants, and open the way to the World Tree for your master!"

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On the first day of the holiday, the brothers are expressing their condolences, and I am coding, and I will also go back to my hometown to express my condolences. . . The mood is always bad during the Qingming Festival. After a hundred years, will someone come to commemorate us? ~~~~~ah~~~~