Azeroth Trail of Light

The moment the camouflaged landing module hit the ground, the strong impact caused the shell of the entire cabin to explode completely under the violent impact, and the gravel hit all the surrounding existences like shells, and it simply landed on the desolate Crowe. In the Kuhn area, even if a super bomb exploded here, no one paid attention to it, and no one knew about it.

"click, click"

At the bottom of the circular crater, in the middle of the fragmented rocks, the landing point of the large black landing cabin was already distorted. Two minutes after it fell down, the door of the cabin made a rattling sound. Then, the black landing cabin The door was kicked open, flying far away from the position of the cabin.

The somewhat staggering Ms. Watcher came out of the dark landing cabin with a knife wheel in her hand. She looked around vigilantly, seeing a dark green doomsday scene everywhere she saw her eyes. She raised her head and saw the dark green sky Underneath, you can't see a little bit of stars, and some can only see the existence of demons' magic barriers, and the air burning in the crater has a strong sulfur smell, and Maiev can feel the air contained in it just by breathing once. of toxins.

It's not serious, but it's definitely not suitable for mortals to survive for a long time. Maiev's nose under the mask twitched, and she reached out to light up a talisman hanging on her waist.

A simple air purification enchantment, a rudimentary magic circle that can be completed by an apprentice, and while Maiev was looking around, in another valley not far from her landing point, the gloomy Duke Jorachi His feet were a little weak when he walked on the ground, and finally he supported the warm volcanic rock beside him, and couldn't help but curse.

"Hell's Bump"

But no matter what, the first batch of vanguards were already in place. They headed towards the legion gathering point in the Crokune area as quickly as possible, and then tried to integrate into it and collect all useful information.

Of course, I want to emphasize here that although the world of Argus has survived the ravages of the dark power of Sargeras, it does not mean that the world is intact. In fact, the continent on its surface has been torn into three large areas. According to the tales of the Eredar Twins, 50% of the world's landmass were permanently shattered when the Dark Titan first came, or sank to the bottom of an ocean that had become the Sea of ​​Toxic Mists.

In addition to the barren Krokuun area, there is also the Antoran wasteland that exists as a legion battlefield. 70% of the Burning Legion's troops on this planet are stationed there, and finally the draenei that has been reduced to ruins The super-large city of Mac'Aree is said to be the teleportation area of ​​the Burning Legion, and the army that started from the world of Argus to attack other worlds started from there.

However, Dick and Illidan never thought of conquering Argus with an expeditionary force.

Two days later, in the shadow of an obsidian forest outside the Krokuun Burning Legion garrison, Nasha, the watchman master, quietly observed the demon garrison in the distance with a special telescope. She constantly adjusted the magnification of the telescope to Every inch of detail is recorded in my heart.

For the watcher who has mastered the shadow balance almost to the extreme, this kind of information collection is simply a child's play. If necessary, Nasha can even sneak into the front position from the shadow, and kill every demon without disturbing any demons. Infiltrate hidden locations once and even assassinate the Demon Overseer in this fortress.

But there's no need to do that.

"It's not in Nordrassil now"

Nasha muttered, she felt that it didn’t matter to go anywhere if she could be with Ms. Suddenly, a beating shadow flashed across her field of vision, which was magnified dozens of times by the telescope.

Master Watcher immediately withdrew her wandering thoughts, she instinctively realized that there was a sufficient clue hidden in that abnormal shadow, her eyes followed the floating shadow for nearly 400 meters, and then looked at Until it sneaked into the area where the demons held prisoners.

Nasha pursed her lips playfully, then tilted her head slightly, and whispered to a small contact decoration fastened to her collar,

"Ma'am, I found some "interesting" things here at Base 3. If nothing else, it should be related to the local aborigines we are looking for."

"Keep watching. I'll be there in 5 minutes!"

Maiev's somewhat indifferent voice reached Nasha's ears, which made Master Watcher's eyes bend into a beautiful arc. Although the lady looks the same as before, she has followed her for nearly ten thousand years. Nasha can easily tell that the lady is in a good mood recently, and even her gloomy thoughts have dissipated a lot.

This is a good thing. As Nasha thought about it, she reached out to take out a special spar from her pocket, and followed it with one hand. It was a sharp, weird knife wheel that was blessed with many extra devices by those mechanical gnomes in Ulduar. appeared in her hand.

The Watcher felt a little restless in his heart. The world was very hostile to them, and this hostility was shared by both sides, so Nasha felt that she urgently needed to use a "hunt" to balance her somewhat irritable state of mind.

On the other side, Hatton carefully manipulated the shadows around his body to hide his figure. He is the chieftain of the Eredar natives hidden in the Krokuun area, a former high priest, and now a master of stalkers. .

His appearance is completely different from that of the Draenei. He looks like those Broken Ones whose minds have been defeated and whose limbs have been distorted by magic energy. But compared to those poor people whose bodies have shrunk and can only sink, Hatton's body is more Maintaining the usual tallness of the Draenei, it can be said that there is no difference between him and the Draenei except for his appearance.

But at this time, he was slightly lowering his body, holding a spiked war hammer made of demon bones in his hand, and his gaze was looking at other places in the legion base. Although he couldn't see it, he knew it. Follow him The warriors who came to this camp together are distributed in other places, just waiting for his order!

Hatton breathed a sigh of relief. He held the warhammer in his hands with both hands. As the former Priest of the Holy Light, he used the staff and the holy blade more easily, but when Sargeras came, Velen escaped After that, Shengguang abandoned this place forever. He escaped from the cruel massacre of demons by chance, and formed this lingering tribe with other lucky ones, relying on each other to survive.

In the first few hundred years, Hatton did not think that his tribe would continue. At that time, the whole world had fallen into the hands of demons, and those eredar demons who betrayed Argus, Kilga Dan and Archimonde's loyal dog, Hatton never thought he and those he saved would survive.

But... this broken world finally sheltered them. In their most difficult time, Hatton discovered a huge tunnel underground in the Krokuun area, which was huge enough to accommodate all the poor people living in it, plus The barrenness and desolation of the upper Crocoon region, they survived in the end.

In 2W5 millenniums, Hatton gathered more than 2000 tribesmen from the fragmented world of Argus who escaped the pursuit of demons and were unwilling to submit to Kil'jaeden's evil rule. They gathered in the Krokuun area Under the circumstances, they kept a low profile and were lucky enough to get support from other allies. They survived, and this land answered their prayers and gave them shelter.

The power is growing, and these poor people who are trying to survive in groups stick to their original simple ideals, and they will try their best to save all their compatriots who are caught.

This kind of action has never stopped, and this time too.

Hatton is very old. Even for the long-lived draenei, 2W5 millennium is a long time, but he still hasn't stopped saving. In the tribe, everyone respectfully calls him " Chief", a name full of barbarism.

Hatton's greatest expectation is that one day they can take back their homeland from the demons, even if it has been shattered, even if it has been beyond recognition, Hatton does not want the next generation to survive on this hopeless land, but...

"call"

Hatton breathed a sigh of relief. When people are old, they often fall into some memories without bounds. He gripped the hammer again, and used the skills taught by the woman who called herself "Quel'Thalas Ranger" to sneak forward in the shadows. Okay, the draenei don't have the profession of assassins. They once longed for the light and didn't bother to learn this kind of shadow skills.

But now, tradition has long been abandoned. In order to survive, Hatton is not hesitant to learn from those damned demons.

To survive!

The chief quietly walked behind the demon guard who was guarding the captive area, and smashed the bone spur hammer precisely at the back of its head. The moment the demon guard felt the whistling wind, most of its skull was lifted. Its companion tried to help, but another shadow slit its throat from behind.

The shot was fierce and merciless.

Hatton nodded to the Broken One, who swung the bony dagger in his hand and re-entered the shadows, while the chief walked towards the compatriots locked in the demon cage. He looked at them, and they also look at him.

"You are Chief Hatton!"

A young Broken man chained to the wall had pain on his face, but there was a hint of surprise and respect in his eyes that couldn't be concealed.

Hatton nodded. After so many years of resistance, he had already lost the interest in talking. He strode up to the young man, took out the key he found from the demon from his waist, and opened his chains. , asked in a low voice.

"Would you like to join the Krokuhn tribe?"

The voice was cold and gloomy, but there was a meaning of acceptance in it. The young man lay weakly on the ground, and he nodded vigorously, "Yes, I am willing! I came here from the ruins of Mac'Aree just for this! "

"good!"

Hatton nodded in satisfaction, but the moment he turned around, a twist flashed on the face of the young man who was broken, and the next moment, chaotic shadows and a huge figure appeared behind Hatton, still With that cold voice,

"Ha, finally found you. Mouse!"

Hatton's eyes suddenly dimmed, as if some kind of flame was extinguished in his eyes, he didn't even look back, he knew that it was the Dreadlord of the Burning Legion, the cruelest and most cunning hunter and executioner, in front of his eyes , Those broken ones who were imprisoned in the cage also tore off their camouflage one after another. In less than 10 seconds, Hatton was surrounded by more than 15 demon guard elites and a dreadlord.

The dread demon king grabbed his chin with his claws, and looked at Hatton who was trapped in the center with a full face.

"The Krokuun tribe? A group of bereaved dogs. Do you really think that your actions can be hidden from the Legion?"

The Dread Demon King laughed loudly, and then his expression suddenly became ferocious again, "Say! Where are those bastards from the Holy Light Legion! Otherwise, I'll kill you all!"

"Then kill."

Hatton raised his head, he took a deep breath of sulfur-scented air, and he smiled, "Kill us, the last descendants of Argus, you want to get information from me, don't be kidding."

The chief closed his eyes, clenched the bone hammer that was still stained with blood, and muttered to himself, "I have lived too long, let me see the fate I should have accepted 2W5 thousand years ago .”

"I will die for Argus, for my world! It is a great honor"

Hatton. . . I haven't played the PTR test server, so the plot of Argus is made up with some brains, big guys don't hit me~