Azeroth Trail of Light

It was dim, silent, and even the air exuded an uncomfortable musty smell.

It is certain that it is not the smell of moldy food... In this place full of wars and killings, no piece of food will be left to the extent of moldy. Here, food and drinking water are always the most precious things.

The sky in the distance is a darkness without light, which is the inherent color of this land. It is said that the sun has never risen since the place was slaughtered by the resurrected undead 5 years ago.

I heard from those muttering gray-robed mages in Dalaran, the city of mages. They said that it was because the great lich Kel'Thuzad personally cast a curse on this land. Any hope and life will be far away from here. , The flower of purity will never bloom in the place of sin, I have understood this truth since I was born.

I still remember the scenery of my hometown, the beautiful, lazy dark coast that wants to make people fall asleep to the singing, and the lights of Darnassus. Although there is also a dark night there, as a night elf, I like it The night there is tranquility, harmony, and the dream home of all elves.

Instead of here, the night here will only make me feel a wave of fear flowing in my bone marrow.

Although as a stalker who walks in the dark, I shouldn't be afraid.

Our business is always not so formal in the eyes of ordinary people. Most people associate us with thieves and robbers, but only our fellow travelers in the dark know the meaning of our existence.

Where there is light, there must be darkness. Paladins and warriors, as well as priests and mages, walk in the light. They spread hope and beauty. We must clear up the filth in the darkness.

Of course, I'd rather you call me a ranger or a grand thief, even though I'm not interested in robbing the rich and giving to the poor.

If I had the right to choose, I would never take the initiative to come to the Eastern Plaguelands. As I said, there is no hope here. Pockets full of gold coins slammed into the face of the fat businessman, protesting that he let me come to the hell.

But to be honest, for the sake of those lovely gold coins, it's a bit risky, you still have to take a risk, anyway, it's just sending a letter, how dangerous can it be?

Speaking of it, I think it's time for me to return to my hometown. In the past 5 years, I have fought against tall orcs, and I have also fought daggers with cunning trolls in the dark. That battle left me with a scar on my face , while my opponent lost a life.

Overall, I earned it, but who doesn't crave a secure life? Anyway, making money is enough.

My mentor always told me that cranky thinking is not a good thing, you have to be focused enough to avoid the blade across your neck, and to save your life in a life-and-death battle, but now it is not fighting, so I simply let it go. Let me think about it.

Think of those good things to pass the hard time walking through the loathsome plaguelands.

I raised my head out of boredom, and glanced forward at the unchanging scenery, the dark sky, the haze ahead, the foul-smelling river, and so on, who is that old man by the river?

Why did he appear in the ghostly place of Eastern Plaguelands?

I remember that 4 years ago, the Alliance officials sent the living humans in the Eastern Plaguelands to the southern part of the mainland. In this land, besides the soldiers, there are only undead left, right?

Huh... That old man seems to have seen me, forget it, let's go and have a look, maybe he needs help?

I put away the dagger in my hand, facing a white-haired old man, I don't need this thing, I looked at the chaotic river flowing next to it, which was about to dry up.

The Sordo River, once the source of life for this land, has now become a source of stench full of plague and poisonous water.

What a disappointment.