Azeroth Trail of Light

It has been three days since I returned to Draenor from Azeroth.

Accompanied by Dick, Sinestra first went to Highmountain in the Broken Isles to meet with Blackhorn, the elder of the high-collared tauren. The two black dragons, who were not polluted by chaos, talked secretly all night. Elder Black Horn was suddenly ill and died that night at the age of 9845.

Immediately afterwards, Mother of Dragon went to North County of Stormwind City with Black Horn who had recovered her identity to meet her daughter Onyxia. The royal family of Stormwind unlocked Onyxia's shackles, but she finally reached a secret agreement with Varian. It is said that the Dragon Mother proposed that after the reconstruction of the Black Dragon Legion, she would serve Stormwind with three black dragons for 200 years. The price of years, in exchange for Onyxia's freedom.

Varian is obviously more thoughtful about this kind of thing. He rejected the 200-year clause and reached another agreement with the female dragon. As long as the Wrynn family continues, the Black Dragon Legion needs to send an adult The dragon acts as a "royal advisor", which is equivalent to binding the royal family of Stormwind and the Black Dragon Legion together.

Although the currently rebuilt Black Dragon Legion is far from hopeful, out of trust in Dick, Varian was about to undo Onyxia's seal on the spot, but was stopped by the dragon mother.

Dick was right. Before Deathwing died, the source of the black dragon's pollution, even she couldn't guarantee whether Onyxia was in a normal state. At times, she seemed extremely obedient, her father only brought fear, while her mother gave her a real sense of security.

In the end, Dragon Mother went to the ruins of the palace on Black Rock Mountain alone, and sat in the ruins all night, as if she was saying a final farewell to her dear son, Nefarian, who had died long ago.

And when she followed Dick back to the world of Draenor, the dragon kings who had been searching near Blade's Edge Mountain also received news from Dick, so a hunting trap for Deathwing was slowly opening up. The locked prey, the existence that once terrified the entire dragon world, is still immersed in its own evil research.

The big shots are only responsible for formulating plans, and the real implementation is the soldiers fighting on the front line of Draenor, er, or the prisoners.

"bass, bass"

Two swift black shadows streaked across the barren and dead land of Blade's Edge Mountain at dusk. Behind them were dozens of fully armed werewolf warriors.

The shattering of the world left not only scars on this broken land, but also all kinds of magnificent and rare scenery, such as the sunset on the Blade's Edge Mountain, on the land full of wildness, the round is astonishingly large The sun slowly fell below the horizon with a blood-red light, and sprinkled the scorching afterglow of the setting sun on this land that had not completely lost hope.

Yes, the Blade's Edge Mountains, the Nagrand Prairie, and the Zangarmarsh in the center of the Shattered Continent are the only places in Draenor where natural life exists. If there is hope in this world, then there is no doubt right here.

The famous Bloodfang Battle Group has been active in the Nether Storm not far from Blade's Edge Mountain since it was thrown into this world prison. The Fang Group can only be transferred to Blade's Edge Mountain for activities, and the new leader of the group, Iva Bloodfang, received a very high-secret order at the same time as the leaders of several other large groups not long ago, from Shadow Moon Dark Temple of the Vale.

This made them domineering in the entire Draenor dare not neglect, each of the Seven Great Regiments, the leader selected the most elite personnel, and rushed to Blade's Edge Mountain.

Apparently, the upper echelons have decided to wage the craziest war in Draenor so far on this twisted land covered with spike-like stone cones.

"Send signal!"

Iva Bloodfang in human form snorted to the adjutant standing behind him, and the latter immediately crushed the communication stone in his hand. The most elite werewolf fighters of the Bloodfang Squadron dispersed and went to investigate the surrounding area. They have already landed in many places in the Blade's Edge Mountains, and they must ensure that they will not be disturbed by those nasty demons this time.

And a few minutes later, from the direction of the Luan wilderness, two figures in black cloaks were rapidly approaching, and Iva was leaning on a fat lizard leg by the campfire at this time, which was the result of his soldiers hunting just now. These wild beasts that are still living in the outer domain cannot be the opponents of the elite bloodfang werewolves. In fact, the bloodfang war group is quite satisfied with the current situation. They can roar and hunt freely in this world. Killing and destroying, nobody cares about them, it feels so good.

"You look very well, man Van Cleef."

Yes, the person who came was the human prisoner Edwin Van Cleef who was sent to Draenor with Ivar back then. At the beginning, Ivar wanted to absorb the Defias battle group formed under Van Cleef's command into the Bloodfang War In the regiment, but the news later came that Van Cleef had been lucky enough to be entrusted with some important mission by the great men, so the matter was delayed.

And Van Cleef was also very happy to see his old acquaintance. This middle-aged man who was originally a bit sad seemed to have adapted to the chaotic life in the broken world of Draenor. He gave Iva a hug enthusiastically, and then sat down politely By the campfire, while eating unappetizing barbecue, he quickly cut to the point.

"We came half a month earlier than you. Under the instructions of my new boss, we ran almost every inch of the entire Blade's Edge Mountains. The previous focus was on the land giant Gron living here, but a few days ago , but turned into a black dragon again. I guess this also has something to do with your mission."

Van Cleef whistled, and Ivar heard a swift and fierce wind coming from the sky. He raised his head and saw a golden eagle with a whole body swooping down like a sharp arrow, grasping firmly with sharp claws. It landed on Van Cleef's shoulder, and the latter threw a piece of meat to it. As the dangerous creature tore it, it used its own eyes to look at Ivar Bloodfang sitting in front of it.

"The eagle of Kalimdor? I didn't expect someone to tame it."

The werewolf exclaimed, then looked around, then lowered his voice and asked, "Tell me about the news you brought, frankly, I'm still confused, Shadowmoon Valley just asked us to bring people to the blade Shan, no one knows exactly what he is doing."

"What else can I do?"

Van Cleef pulled out an ugly smile, raised his left hand, and pulled it on his neck, "We are in charge of inquiring information, and you are in charge of killing, and this time, it seems that there are many people to be killed. Luan Wilderness has now been worshiped by a group of black dragons. The lunatics took over, and the big shots don't want that, so . . . you get the idea."

"If it's just killing people, you won't need so many good hands, right?"

Iva scratched his big bald head, looked at Van Cleef, "Is there any inside news? Dude"

When Van Cleef heard this, the movement of his hands stopped. He thought for a while, and gestured backwards. The silent human who followed him backed away a few steps. Seeing this, Iva also Let the attendants around him retreat far away. Obviously, what Van Cleef is going to say next is not suitable for too many people to hear.

"My boss is a complete jerk"

Van Cleef cursed his leader first, then wiped his fingers clean with a handkerchief, and said while wiping, "It seems that he was implicated by his subordinates because of the previous war in Azeroth. Anyway, this guy has a lot of background. , I also listened to what he said casually. It is said that the upper echelons planned to enslave the Goron giants here as weapons of war, and send them to the front line of the devil together with those barbaric ogres, but just a few days ago, the big man We found out that there was a very dangerous guy hiding here, so we stopped the investigation of Gron for the time being, and turned to investigate the news of the black dragon."

Ivar rolled his eyes, the news was not very useful, but Van Cleef obviously didn't finish his sentence, he continued,

"I heard from that bastard boss that you are here to get rid of the bastards of the Dragon Worship here before the big guys start fighting with that dangerous guy, and I heard that they are going to fight those black dragons and the sons of Goron, see It looks like they are planning to take it all together, but if I were you, Iva, I would choose to stay in Luan Wilderness."

Van Cleef narrowed his eyes, and whispered in Ivar's ear almost in a sleepy voice, "Although there are many cult lunatics here, the danger is actually the least, and they can reach the upper floors. There may be a lot of other places. Big loss."

Iva's complexion changed, and then he nodded cautiously. As he approached, he heard Van Cleef add another sentence,

"I know you still have a way to contact Azeroth, help me take care of my daughter in the wild west, happy cooperation, old friend."

"Um!"

Iva grinned and clasped Van Cleef's extended left hand tightly, perhaps making his own promise, "As long as Gilneas is still alive, Vanessa will live like a little princess. I promise !"

Van Cleef nodded, then seriously took out a scroll from his pocket,

"Accept the order, Ivar Bloodfang, in the name of the king of Outland, order Bloodfang, the Twilight's Hammer warband, to destroy the Blade Tower Ogre tribe within 5 days in the Blade Tower Valley, with at least one prisoner Two-thirds of these, if necessary, can be resupplied at the Aetherial Bashiel Docks."

Hearing this order, Iva gritted his teeth. That bastard Illidan, the Blade Tower Ogre is one of the most powerful ogre tribes in Blade's Edge Mountains. The two battle groups can fight together, but There would definitely be heavy casualties, but unfortunately, he didn't have the capital to refuse the order, so in the end, Iva took the order scroll with some frustration.

A massacre is about to begin!

On the other side, in the Evergreen Forest of Luan Wastes, the Cenarion Circle's stronghold in the Blade's Edge Mountains, Archdruid Varastan Buckhelm is listening to the news from the spies.

Valastan is a very special archdruid. His past is quite mysterious. Few people have heard of his name, but the surname of Staghelmet determines that his background is not simple. He is a man who should have been born in 1000 The guy who died years ago, but his father, Fandral Buckhelm, saved his life after waiting 9,000 years in another timeline through a portal leading to ten thousand years ago .

Logically speaking, he should have lived in another timeline, but due to Dick's efforts, the world in this timeline has become the main world of Azeroth, so Valastan almost died overnight. In between, he appeared in the base camp of the Cenarion Council and took his father's place.

Valastan himself didn't know this, and only those Archdruids who really had a close relationship with Fandral Staghelmet knew this secret, but they all chose to conceal it, and Old Staghelmet exchanged his life for The continued existence of one's own son, this sacrifice alone, is enough to be awesome and enough to change a lot of things.

And standing in front of Valastan was a guy in a black dress, the former Dark Lord Senxia. This guy was really unlucky. During his days in Marton, his always reliable first mate Ji Booth participated in the 8th War and also participated in the massacre of the Dragonmaw orcs. As a result, Senxia who was involved had to choose "death" in Azeroth and appeared in the world of Draenor with a new identity, but Dick I still remember his loyalty and dedication, so this incident didn't have a big impact on Senxia, ​​but it's a pity that he built the Dark Lord's fleet.

"According to the information we have obtained, all Grons in Blade's Edge Mountain succumb to the management of "Dragon Slayer" Gruul, and they use a method similar to slavery to rule all the ogres in Blade's Edge Mountain tribe!"

Senxia reported the results of the spies' work to the archdruid in front of him, "There are about 10-15 adult Gorons collected so far, and there are a lot of juvenile Gorons, but the growth period of these creatures is extremely long. , it may take 200 years to become a full-grown adult, and as for those ogres, hmph, a bunch of scum, relying on the elites of the Seven Great Regiments we dispatched, we can sweep them away within 5 days!"

Valastan nodded. The archdruid was somewhat disturbed. Before he left for Draenor, his beloved youngest daughter, Istaria, had a sudden illness. Although his wife Leyana was taking care of her, But inheriting the extreme importance that the old deer helmet attached to his family, Valastan didn't think that these damned ogres would be more important than his precious daughter, so after listening to Senxia's report, the anxious Big Drew Yi waved his hand,

"Okay! I will let the druids join the battle against the ogre, and we must guarantee that the battle will end within 5 days, no, within 3 days. What about those Grons? What is the plan? Are you going to kill them? "

Senxia shrugged, flipped through the plan in his hand,

"No, what the higher-ups mean is to seriously injure them and capture them, and then blame the black dragon to provoke a war between the two sides. As for Gruul, there will be a special person in charge of handling it!"