Shadow Trails in Azeroth

In the chaotic palace, a group of kings, escorted by their attendants and knights, were quickly evacuating to safety.

Lothar's departure also took away the most difficult orc chiefs. Although the remaining orcs were difficult to deal with, they did not exceed the limit that the elite guards could deal with.

This gave the kings the opportunity to leave "easily".

"Look at these evil-minded greenskins! Dai Lin is right, we should have killed them all in the first place!"

King Thoras Trollbane, holding the ceremonial scepter, was guarded by his knight Arathor Greatsword. He was not afraid of the fighting in front of him and behind him, the blood flowing and the corpses in the blood.

He had also fought in wars when he was young and had seen many such scenes.

However, His Majesty the King of Stromgard was in a bad mood. As he retreated, he said to the cold-faced King Terenas beside him:

"Their target is Lothar. If Lothar dies, they may attack and release the orc shelters that are everywhere on the continent.

Once those bastards are released, there will be another orc war waiting for us to fight. Today's incident is a warning, Menethil, that we must make a decision early. "

"Jean has long been dissatisfied with spending money to 'build houses' for orc captives, and today's matter will definitely become the best reason for him to mess around."

The expressionless King Terenas held the ceremonial sword at his waist.

His attention was not on the fighting battlefield in front of him. He was thinking about political affairs in his mind, and thought about the consequences of today's orc attack in a short time.

As for the interruption of his daughter's wedding, although it also made the old king very angry, as a king who is good at political calculations, he has always been accustomed to consolidating power and strengthening the royal power of Lordaeron at the top of his mind. .

He glanced back at the battlefield in the palace and said to his current political ally, King Thoras Trollbane:

"Look how happy Dai Lin will be.

He must have wanted these greenskins dead since we decided to build a shelter to hold Ork prisoners of war. He lived a really simple life, so simple that he didn't look like one of us. "

"Poor Daelin just lost her son, Menethil, don't be so mean."

His Majesty Thoradin shrugged, and while walking towards the exit of the palace amid the clash of weapons and roars between the knights and the orcs during the fierce battle, he replied:

"I can completely understand his anger and hatred for the greenskins. If the greenskins killed my son, I would definitely be as angry as Daelin.

These orcs bring only trouble, endless trouble.

The war they brought was disgusting enough, and the various events after the war almost caused our alliance to fall apart.

I agree more and more with Dai Lin and Gene's ideas.

They all deserve to die. "

"Those are the thoughts of a warrior, Trollbane."

King Terenas shook his head, stroked the hilt of his sword, and sighed:

"It would be nice if things were really that simple, old friend. But speaking of it, things can actually be that simple. For example, as long as we are..."

"Your Highness the Prince! Don't go out!"

The old king was discussing politics with his fellow travelers, but his son was impatient to hear this.

As he crossed a corridor and was about to leave the ugly palace that had been destroyed by the dragons, Arthas suddenly snatched the sword from the guard's hand and rushed towards the muddy battlefield where the tide receded outside the palace.

"Alsace, don't go! Come back!"

The old king, who had been calm just now, was a little panicked now. He shouted:

"Come back! You little fool! Garithos, go and stop him!"

"My friend is there! Father."

little Alsace shouted.

His eyes were fixed on the battlefield ahead, where little Gianna was "fighting alone" in the center of the area covered with blood-red "smoothies", who had been brought into danger by that bastard Blake.

He couldn't just sit back and do nothing, he had to help her.

Alsace's voice was trembling, but it was not fear. Rather, it was a kind of worry mixed with the excitement of the first actual battle and the excitement of saving a damsel in distress with a sense of chivalry.

He held the sword in both hands, called for the Holy Light to join him, and shouted to his father without looking back:

"I can't give up on them, you retreat first!"

After saying that, the little prince made a neat sliding shovel and passed by the side of an orc.

After standing up, he kicked the orc on the butt, causing the greenskin to stumble, and then slashed the orc's left leg with the sword in his hand. When the orc roared and retreated, he stabbed forward with the sword in his hand. came out and stabbed into the orc's neck.

Hot blood suddenly spilled everywhere.

"The combat skills taught by Black Shaw's stinky guy are quite useful."

Arthas, who had won the first battle, was breathing heavily. With this in mind, he dragged his sword and rushed towards Jaina, who was familiar with the "Biting Ice" magic formula.

The blessing of the Holy Light made him extremely fast, and the five knights sent by the old king behind him could not keep up with him.

"ah!"

Just as little Alsace rushed out, behind the palace, Princess Calia, who was waiting in the dressing room for the grand wedding to start, was being escorted out by the guards to join the king.

But just as they were leaving, the panicked screams of the maids suddenly came from the entrance of the place.

King Terenas, who was being escorted by Marshal Garithos to retreat to a safe area, looked back and his eyes tightened in shock. He said to the marshal beside him:

"My daughter! Go and save her!"

The retreating people looked towards the back of the palace, where a large amount of rubble fell from the palace that was shattered by the dragon fire, blocking the princess who was being escorted away by the guards against the collapsed wall.

If that's the case, that's fine.

The most terrible thing was that there was something that didn't look like a good thing at first sight. He was holding a burning magic steel sword and striding towards Princess Calia.

The guy left scorched marks on the ground with every step he took.

He looks like an elf with pointed ears.

But his body size is two times larger than that of an ordinary elf, and he wears a set of dark demon-style armor. On his bare chest, you can still see staggered stitching marks, as well as demonic evil energy burning on the surface of his body.

This is an "evil spirit"!

The loyal guards around the princess and the elite guards of the Prestor family rushed towards the uninvited guest without fear of death, but were chopped down one by one by the latter and his amazing swordsmanship.

It was not just a simple swing of the blade, there were obvious traces of magic blessing on it, making the blade wielded by the evil elf fast and deadly, just like the passing of a strong wind and the withering of leaves.

"Arch Mage, save my daughter!"

Seeing Princess Calia being approached by the weird fel elf, Archmage Modera, who came to watch the ceremony as a guest, took out the battle staff at the old king's request.

She prepared a precise teleportation spell to go to Princess Calia's location, but Ms. Golden Sword, who maintained arcane protection next to her, observed the attacker and said in a confused tone:

"This is obviously a creation of the devil. Why does it appear here? Although the court mages of Lordaeron are not top-notch, they can't even do the most basic space seal.

There is something wrong with this guy. It may have been summoned by someone present taking advantage of the chaos. Moreover, look at the lines on his body, do they look familiar?

It is very similar to the hunting magic pattern on the demon hunter that appeared in the Silver Pine Forest incident before, and seems to come from the same source. "

"Indeed, but such speculation is meaningless."

Archmage Drandon beside Ms. Golden Sword shook his head. He also took out his combat wand and said:

"Catch that guy, and we'll have a way to figure out his origins. I'll go first, Modera will cover, and Ms. Golden Sword will continue to protect the important people here."

"Um."

The three archmages formulated a combat strategy in just a few words.

Archmage Dranden threw the teleportation spell on himself, and used superb teleportation skills to send himself and a group of royal guards around him into the direction of Princess Calia's team's retreat.

The orcs are behind them, coming menacingly. It is better to rescue the eldest princess of Lordaeron and retreat before talking about counterattack.

But just as this teleportation spell took effect, a teleportation door opened on the side of the Fel Elves, and a strange hooded pirate came out of it.

He raised his fingers, clasped the invisible magic power, and plucked it lightly like plucking strings.

As the hood flew, a very precise magic power "hit" Drandon's teleportation magic node.

It feels very subtle.

If the Archmage's teleportation technique is a classically played chord, then this sudden vibration is an out-of-melody sound in the movement.

It happened to be stuck at the node where the magic power of the teleportation spell was gathering, and the portal was about to open. It disrupted the most critical node for the operation of magic, causing the entire teleportation technique to collapse in an instant.

The teleportation spell that had just started to operate was forcibly terminated, just like a magic bomb being detonated, causing the energy that was operating according to the guidance of the archmage to pour back and set off an explosion in place.

However, the energy containing terrifying destructive power was guided underground with superb spell-casting skills, causing the surrounding ground to roar and completely shattering the passage leading to the princess.

The destructive power of that mass of magic power was firmly restrained within five meters, and any place even one meter beyond this "invisible line" would be safe.

However, a group of Lordaeron royal guards who approached the portal with the Archmage were torn to pieces due to the sudden loss of control of arcane magic power.

Logically speaking, the magic power poured back along the teleportation beacon could have caused more terrible damage, but the mysterious figure who destroyed the Archmage's teleportation technique deliberately restrained the destructive power.

He didn't seem to want to hurt too many people.

However, this kind of "spell interruption" with extreme coldness and precision frightened Archmage Drandon himself, who had escaped with the flash technique.

He once suspected that he had stepped into some magical trap that had been prepared in advance and was effective against teleportation.

When he flashed back to Archmage Modera and Lady Golden Sword with a pale face, the faces of the two ladies were extremely solemn.

"There is a teleportation master opposite who has mastered space magic. Using teleportation magic in front of him or her is tantamount to suicide!"

Jin Jian sternly scolded the eager casters behind him:

"Teleportation and flashing are prohibited here, and no space magic is allowed!"

"Look there!"

She pointed in front of Princess Calia, who was completely isolated on the other side by the secondary explosion. Dranden looked up and saw that all the attendants beside the princess had been killed by the evil elf holding a burning magic blade.

Beside him, two elves dressed as pirates, a man and a woman, quietly appeared.

They all wore clean pirate outfits with hoods, swords and muskets, and their skin was a strange black-gray color.

The man's face is covered with mysterious runes.

The woman is holding a staff made of crystal and wrapped with magic.

The knocked unconscious eldest princess, Her Royal Highness Calia, was being carried on the shoulders by the tall and brutal evil elf like a trophy, with her hands hanging behind the elf.

The long, well-groomed hair was also spread out, hanging in the air, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Stop!"

King Terenas saw his daughter being "kidnapped" by the three men. He scolded angrily, waved his scepter and shouted:

"Put down my daughter and we can talk. No matter what conditions you want, I will."

"You can't give us what we want! Poor human king."

Thalyssra, first mate of the Moonshire Pride and First Arcanist of Captain Anarres, raised her head.

"Save your energy to deal with the impending disaster in the royal city. Be patient. Her Royal Highness will return home."

With an expressionless face, Thalyssra reached out and pushed her pirate hat, interrupted King Terenas's call loudly, and then raised her finger and waved back.

The teleportation master Oculus behind him threw a teleportation beacon stone, opening a teleportation door to an unknown place.

Master Mesdulan, carrying Princess Calia's evil elf magic sword, strode into it, leaving behind scorched black footprints, and disappeared with his "trophies" in front of this palace that was constantly shaking and full of chaos. middle.

"Get 'em!"

The old king waved his scepter forward angrily. Several palace mages knew that the three people in front of them were difficult to deal with, but under the scolding of the old king, they still bravely attacked the portal, trying to keep Princess Calia behind. Down.

But as soon as their spells completed the gathering of magic power, they were abruptly destroyed by Thalyssra, the Arcanist of the Son of the Night, with extremely precise magic countermeasures. The magic power condensed in their hands dissipated, making several court mages look at each other.

There's no way I can beat him!

This group spell counterattack has proven the opponent's strength. This is a real legendary elf spellcaster. They are completely impossible to match this weird pirate.

"boom"

The teleportation master of the undead fleet threw the second teleportation stone. As it whirled to the ground, a large group of hissing and roaring snake-man pious pirates rushed out waving weapons.

These bastards held their crazy snake-man blowguns in their hands, which made countless desert creatures frightened. They knocked down an entire row of humans and orcs in front of them in one glance.

Those unlucky ones twitched all over and fell to the ground with foam at the mouth, which meant that the blow darts were equally fatal to creatures outside the desert.

"Damn it!"

Under the interference of the snake people, the trio of Nightborne elves easily retreated into the portal with the "trophy" Calia Menethil.

And a group of human beings can basically do nothing else except curse.

Okay.

The bride was kidnapped, the groom was missing, and the wedding scene was messed up by a group of orcs. This was a shitty wedding.

Today's wedding is really a mess.

Sure enough, the stinky pirate was right. The way this beautiful place collapsed and burned was quite beautiful.