Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 67 66. The foolishness of the madman

   At the same time that Black started his second stage of assassin training in the hills that became more and more chaotic, Black launched a major counterattack in the alliance, and at the same time, in the far north, thousands of miles away.

   In the high elf kingdom of Quel'Thalas, which is located in the northernmost part of the eastern continent and protrudes out of the continent to form a peninsula, a major conspiracy is also underway, and it has advanced to the final stage.

  In the legends of countless human bards, the Eversong Forest in the High Elf Kingdom is one of the most beautiful places in the entire Eastern Continent. It is rumored that the forest is bathed in inexhaustible golden magic.

   And itself, it is a sea of ​​fiery red.

  This forest is made up of special maple trees, which absorb and solidify magic power, and also grow fiery red maple leaves. It was also the favorite plant of the queen of the ancient elf empire 10,000 years ago.

   High elves began to replant this maple tree after migrating to the land of the Eastern Continent 6,800 years ago, and used them as a symbol of magic.

   This is a way of showing that Quel'Thalas is the true legacy of the Old Elf Empire.

   also signifies the break between the high elves and the kaldorei night elves, their close relatives on the other side of the endless sea.

   For thousands of years, this fiery red maple leaf spread across the entire Quel'Thalas Peninsula has been the most proud, most admired and most nostalgic scenery for the high elves.

   But now, it has been mostly destroyed.

  The raging orcs have united with the mortal enemies of the high elves, the Amani forest trolls, to invade this beautiful and majestic land, and they have been resisted by the Farstrider Ranger Legion.

  The forest is the most suitable battlefield for rangers to play. In the first few days of the war, the orcs and trolls suffered heavy damage, so the war chief Orgrim issued an order.

  The orcs of the Dragonmaw clan drove the red dragon, spewing dragon fire from the sky.

   In one day, two-thirds of the Eversong Forest was burned, and the beautiful maple trees and the rangers hidden in them were burned to ashes.

  These abominable invaders brought unimaginable viciousness and threats to the high elves during the nearly 7,000-year quiet time, and that day the Farstrider Legion suffered heavy losses.

  Fortunately, General Lireza Windrunner, the Ranger General, turned the tide at the last moment and resisted the subsequent invasion of the Orc army with a lone army in the raging dragon fire.

   The powerful and aged ranger general covered the retreat of fifty thousand rangers.

The price of    is that the 3,000 elites she led were wiped out, and she herself was killed on the border of the country she loved and guarded her whole life.

   She died very peacefully.

   was besieged to death by an orc legendary warrior and a legendary warlock. After the hero died, he was respected by the legendary warrior and his body was returned to Silvermoon City.

   But warlocks are a bunch of **** with no limit.

   Therefore, General Lireza's soul was held in the hands of Great Warlock Gul'dan as his proud trophy.

   "Gul'dan, the nasty and arrogant Saurfang has sent another warrior to try to claim the elf's soul! He's a hopeless fool.

   He also wanted to return that soul to our enemies. "

On the ashes of the Eversong Forest, which had been burned to the ground, in the camp belonging to the Raider clan, an old orc with a hunched waist laughed and reported to his master in the dark beast den. situation.

   He was not very dressed up, wearing a black magic robe and holding a white bone staff.

   But every time he looked up, the dark red eyes and the rough scaly skin on his neck made people shudder.

   This proves that the orc warlock has been deeply affected by fel energy, and does not resist the blessing, or pollution, of that power.

   He is hopeless.

   Just like the others gathered in this den.

And surrounded by them, an old orc who was wearing a tattered green hood, covering his forehead and most of his face, looked older, more stooped, and had some problems with his legs and feet. Soul Stone, don't say a word.

   He didn't answer.

  's performance is quite low-key, but judging from the performance of the surrounding orc warlocks who dare not look up at him, he is the undisputed master here.

   is the leader and leader of the Shadow Council, a group of hopeless scumbags.

   He is undisputedly the most wicked man.

  The king of the sewers, where the rats in the shadows gather, is the most ruthless, cruel and evil guy that can be found in Azeroth at present.

   If the evil of others is a means, then the pure evil practiced by the person in front of him is his goal.

   He is cunning, vile, shameless, dignified, vicious at heart, raised in the milk of corruption, and the spokesperson of darkness.

   He does not refute all of the above descriptions, does not regard them as slander, and takes pride in them.

   His name is Gul'dan.

  The first warlock in the orc civilization, and the most powerful warlock, is the one who killed the tradition of the orcs with his own hands, the one who destroyed the world of Draenor, and the one who lured the orcs to drink the blood of the devil.

   is the one who formed the violent tribe and led it to war, and the one who opened the door of darkness and found another world that could be destroyed for the orcs.

   is the master of the Shadow Council.

   is the chieftain of the Stormreaver clan.

   is a person who has a black hand on the air, and in order to survive, he has no shame in leaning over to be a dog to Orgrim.

   is also the one who is about to abandon the Orgrim Warchief, who will betray him fiercely when the entire tribe is about to win the war.

"boom"

At the stupidity of Warlock Saurfang, Warlock Saurfang, who had come to the battlefield of Quel'Thalas only a few days before the other warlocks had been discussing arrogantly, and had been given command by Orgrim, Gul'dan was relieved. He tapped on the table beside him.

   In the next instant, the entire dark den immediately quieted down.

   All shameless bastards, shut their mouths and listen to their Dark Lord.

   "Our Great Chief, where are you now?"

   Gul'dan coughed and asked in a low, turbid, old man-like tone.

   This is not what he pretended.

   During the battle, General Lireza Windrunner was shot with an arrow. If Gul'dan hadn't sacrificed his demon to resist, that sniper arrow would have been enough to blow his head off.

   He did get hurt.

   But no one dared to look down on him because of this. Under his inquiry, an orc warlock with the logo of the Dragonmaw clan immediately answered humbly:

   "Honor Gul'dan, our High Chief has entered Tirisfal with the elite of the Blackrock clan and several other minor clans.

  According to their speed, the siege should have started by now.

   Stupid Saurfang did his best to hide the news from us.

   He is taking his subordinates to attack near the human city of Stratholme, and he also asked us to join the battle, attracting the power of elves and humans for the raid of the warchief. "

"Um."

   Gul'dan nodded, the Soul Stone in his hand turned a few times, he opened his dark red eyes, and asked again:

   "How's the situation in Alterac Kingdom?"

   "Aiden Perenold is a coward, noble Gul'dan."

   Another younger orc warlock laughed and replied:

   "We made only a trivial threat to him, kidnapped his children, and he succumbed, he has released the fort and the valley to our warchief.

   Orgrim has passed through with his army, bypassing all the defensive fronts of the Alliance, and rushing all the way to the heart of the kingdom of Lordaeron.

   Our warchief is now only one step away from victory. He has already reached the city of Lordaeron that he has longed for, and we only need our support.

  Victory belongs to the tribe”

   "Very well, I promised us victory in the War of the Warchiefs, and I have done my best to pave his way to victory in return for his generosity in sparing my life."

   Gul'dan chuckled.

   He did not act like a despicable and shameless warlock at this moment. In a low voice, he said:

   "I have fulfilled my promise, and I have fulfilled my obligations to the tribe. As for the reinforcements that the warchief needs, I will rely on my personality to find it.

   Next, it's time for me to set off to find what I'm craving.

  The power of the dark gods left in this world, that belongs to me, hehe, I have already delayed too much time. "

   He clasped the soul stone in his hand, closed his eyes again, waved his hand, and said to the group of offal around him:

   "Go ahead.

  Tell Cho'gall that I need his Twilight's Hammer clan, and some two-headed ogres catalyzed by Elven Runestones!

   Gather the army of our raider clan again, there is nothing in this land of Quel'Thalas worth lingering on.

  Necros, go and persuade your chief Zuluhid.

   He still has time to think about whether to accompany me or not. I need his red dragon very much, but it doesn't matter if he doesn't want to.

I know that Orgrim gave him an order before he left, let him watch me, let him feed his red dragon with me when necessary, and let him gather the two clans under my command and go to support Lordaeron war,

   Then ask him for me, Necros, my brother, ask your chief for me."

   Gul'dan let out a deep laugh and said:

   "Ask him who is more afraid of? Orgrim? Or me!"

  The warlock of the Dragonmaw clan immediately led the way.

After    watched him disappear, Gul'dan cleared his throat, stood up, spread his hands, and said to the group of the most shameless and crazy scumbags in front of him that he had carefully selected:

   "Go get ready, brothers.

  We leave tomorrow night!

  Go to Hillsbrad Hills, to Southsea Town, Gorefiend has prepared a boat for us to cross the sea! I will take you to the land where the gods fell

  I will fulfill my promise to you.

  I will take you on the road to becoming a **** full of darkness and glory! "

   These demagogic remarks made all the warlocks excited. Since the Black Hand Chieftain was killed by Orgrim, the group of people who had dominated the tribe in the shadows had been reduced to prisoners.

   In order to survive, they had to serve the victory of Orgrim and the entire Horde, and they had to show their loyalty.

   but loyal.

   is not a virtue belonging to a sorcerer.

   They were tired of this pretense, and some of them wiser guessed that Gul'dan could not have generously bestowed upon them the dark powers of the gods.

   They are likely to be used as cannon fodder by Gul'dan.

   But it doesn't matter.

   Compared to the cunning and sinister Gul'dan who would allow them to do all kinds of evil, Orgrim's warchief who doesn't value their power is not worth following at all!

   They were happy to follow Gul'dan, stabbing venom-stained daggers into the Horde's back.

   The so-called Tribal Victory

  !

   What's the use of that thing?

   What good does that thing do to them?

  If it's not good for them, then why would they help Orgrim win?

   Betray.

   Betray! !

   They have been waiting for this day for too long.

   After all the warlocks left with a boiling heart of darkness, Gul'dan sat back in his chair, and in the silence, Gul'dan flicked his fingers gently.

  Shadows gathered and scattered, an orc with a strange black leather hat and black leather armor appeared behind him.

   He was waiting for orders.

   "I know, when I handed you little Garona for training, you've been following her.

  You are eager to prove that you are the strongest, whether in your clan or the Shadow Council, I know your obsession with power, my friend.

   Now my little pet has disappeared.

   I don't need to guess, I know what she's thinking. "

   Gul'dan closed his eyes and said softly:

   "I will give you a chance to deal with her, I no longer need that weapon that I personally cultivated, and I don't need her to cause me trouble again.

   Go to Cho'gall.

   The Lord of the Orb is under your custody, if she dares to appear, dare to obstruct my career. Kill her! "

   "Mighty Gul'dan, I will gladly serve you."

   The orc assassin, silent in the shadows, let out a low laugh, but he didn't leave, and seemed to lack the respect of the other warlocks as Gul'dan.

   He said hoarsely:

   "The Kingslayer's Double Blades."

   Gul'dan waved his hand and made a generous promise:

   "As long as you can defeat the disciple you trained, it's yours."

   (end of this chapter)