Shadow Trails in Azeroth

In the burning waters of Khaz Modan, the advance detachment of the Kul Tiran Third Fleet was left with only the last warship left, still struggling on the sea.

No one thought that the orcs who came from another world and broke through the Dark Portal, after overturning most of the eastern continent and destroying the Kingdom of Stormwind, would choose to cross the sea and attack Hillsbrad Hills today.

No one would have thought that the orcs would dispatch a red dragon escort that should not exist in a mortal war.

Those damn greenskin destroyers are not as reckless and stupid as they seem.

There were also wise men among them. When the raid began, they used the only war card in their hands that could suppress the Kul Tiras fleet.

That's a dragon!

Creatures that only exist in human legends!

Who would have thought that these rude orcs could actually control them?

The red dragon is coming! Be careful! Dodge!

On the deck of the advance fleet flagship Intrepid, the navigator's drawn-out voice sounded at the same time as the alarm bell.

But the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground from higher altitudes, mixed with the sound of the burning sea, was more piercing than an alarm bell, making everyone alive feel terrified at this moment.

Prince Derek Proudmoore, who was wearing a Kul Tiran navy coat and a royal ribbon, was covered in blood. At his feet, lay the corpses of four orc warriors.

The deck of the ignited battleship had tilted. The tired prince holding the battle sword raised his head and saw a red dragon hovering in the sky, constantly spitting dragon fire from its mouth, and igniting the rear deck of the Dauntless.

The scales on the huge creature reflected the firelight, and the huge dragon eyes shone with the light of chaos and madness, making it look like a world-destroying beast crawling out of hell.

Evil dragon!

In the midst of the chaos, the young prince knew that he would not survive the day.

Before his fate arrived, he never imagined that he would die in such a scene.

Before setting sail this time, he never thought that ordinary transportation and patrol missions would end in this way.

But as a member of the Proudmoore family, even at the moment of death, he must learn from his father and never live as a coward.

He is the son of Admiral Daelin Proudmoore, King of the Kingdom of Kul Tiras!

He is the brother of Jaina Proudmoore and Tanred Proudmoore!

He is the prince of the Kingdom of Kul Tiras!

He is the commander of this fleet!

He's going to die like a man!

At the last moment of his life, His Highness the Prince was still full of passion and passion. He ripped off the blood-stained ribbon on his body and spat at his feet full of blood.

Then he grabbed a silver anchor pendant from his chest and held it firmly in his hand.

Orc! Come on! Come and kill me!

The prince raised his head, his eyes full of sorrow and anger. In the roar of the last war cry, the orc knight above his head also saw the broken royal cloak on Prince De.

His eyes suddenly lit up.

The fierce and ugly orc roared, pulled up the reins, and made the red dragon spin around in the air, roaring towards the prince below.

The red dragon's mouth is filled with dragon fire.

The moment it swept down, flames spurted out, and the scorching flames came towards the face. The bloody prince clasped the pendant in his hand, closed his eyes, and the sword he held in his hand fell.

I'm sorry, father, I let you down. I will never have the chance to complete my mission and return the contaminated sacred vessel to its owners.

I'm sorry, mother, I will never have the chance to return to my hometown. Please don't cry for me.

I'm sorry, Anna, Tanred, my brother can no longer be by your side. You must protect Kul Tiras for me.

farewell.

my hometown.

My Homeland.

my family.

Boom

This dragon fire was like a war hammer, hitting the deck of the battleship, shattering it into pieces, and igniting the ammunition depot. The fragments of the battleship that exploded and broke were scattered everywhere.

The entire sea surface was covered with a layer of burning fire.

The Orc Dragoon, who had killed an important target, roared excitedly. Just now, he got an opportunity to become a tribal hero, and he seized that opportunity.

He will become the new war star of the tribe!

He will become a respected warlord like Grom Hellscream, and he will have his own clan because of this wonderful kill!

Amid the excited roars of the orcs, he and his red dragon disappeared into the distance.

He wanted to bring the good news to the warchief.

The generous Warchief Orgrim Doomhammer will reward him for this!