Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 609 162. Lothar’s last lesson—Additional update for the birth of the baby [1730]

In the violent earthquake, the paladins and priests rushing from Lordaeron quickly entered the Narthalas sanctuary. Some innocent people could not bear the power of the dream and were "thrown" back to reality from the Emerald Dream. .

Led by the Paladins, they migrated out among the muddy ruins of the collapsed city.

Although judging from the scope of the cataclysm caused by Deathwing's wrath, there is no safety in the entire Tirisfal region.

But staying in Dalaran is definitely not an option.

Because there are still demons here.

Although those cruel creatures were attacked head-on by the dragons before, their cruel nature made them unwilling to give up their cause of destroying Azeroth.

Even in the desperate situation where Deathwing wanted to destroy the city in his rage, there were still stubborn demons rushing into the city.

They are not just for destruction.

Mainly on the Mardon side, the Defilers are impatient to wait. The great demon Archimonde must enter Azeroth today to complete the destruction that has been delayed for ten thousand years.

The cruel leader has spoken. No matter how unwilling the demon workers are, they have to rush to Azeroth.

Besides, they won’t really die in the material world, so they just come to “appreciate” the scene of the doomsday.

"That orc is dead. He is brave, but he is dead."

The scene above Lake Lordamre was also seen by a group of human reinforcements who entered Dalaran at the critical moment. Dai Lin grabbed two swords and maintained her balance as the earth shook.

For old sailors who have been fighting on the sea all year round, the shock intensity of this now weakened catastrophe is not as strong as the sea tide in a violent storm.

Dai Lin and his soldiers stood firm, but Mrs. Jinjian was a little delicate, so she was being held by her lover in her arms, maintaining a difficult balance.

The king raised his head and saw the scene of Grom Hellscream roaring towards Deathwing. He saw the fallen dragon raising its head and spitting out the shadow flames that melted everything at Grom, and he commented disdainfully. .

Daelin respected brave warriors, but he hated all greenskins.

So, just die, he doesn't feel bad anyway.

"Fenna is there!"

However, Mrs. Jinjian in his arms saw the little stars flying randomly in the sky, avoiding the boulders flying everywhere, as well as a man and a woman behind the beautiful little blue dragon princess.

She saw Fenner Golden Sword next to Blake and was relieved immediately, while Dai Lin also saw the man next to Fenner.

His body shape, his posture, the tattered armor on his body, the red strip of cloth on his face, and the long golden hair that was always covered up.

The same long golden hair as little Gianna!

The Admiral's heart skipped a beat, followed by a surge of ecstasy.

"Why are you still laughing?"

Mrs. Jin Jian raised her head and said dissatisfied:

"My daughter is still in danger, and you don't save her! Why are you still laughing? What's so funny about this?"

"Ah, I just saw the bravery of our precious daughter. She is a true warrior and has no fear in the face of Deathwing. She does not need my help, Gina.

Our daughter has proven that she can protect herself. "

Dai Lin hurriedly suppressed the smile on his face, but his raised mouth represented the ecstasy and joy that could not be concealed in his heart at this time. He coughed, turned to the soldiers behind him and shouted:

"Disperse! Free our people and send them into the positions of the Paladins and Priests.

The Tideseers gave instructions to Colonel Taylor to sail our three ships to the Gilnean coast. Silverpine Forest has been severely damaged, and the people there will need our help. "

Behind him, Lothar and soldiers from the Stormwind Kingdom holding the Emperor's Sword also rushed into the swaying and collapsing Dalaran. In addition to Commander Varian's elite, King Terenas also sent Marshal Garithos. Enter here with a group of elite soldiers as support.

At this time, Lothar's body was shining with a strange rune light, which was the effect he obtained after he used Stromka to open the human courage test to Odin, the King of War.

This means Odin is watching them.

This trial is not accomplished overnight, Odin is very strict in the selection of heroic spirits.

Although he had already selected a group of heroic spirits to enter the Hall of Valor during the decisive battle in the Burning Plains, he had to confirm that the human civilization was worthy of attention if he wanted mankind to become a "Titan Familia" again.

This is Odin, a stubborn Titan guardian, a stubborn old man, a guy who values ​​ritual and "procedural justice".

But Lothar was willing to accept this harsh trial.

Although Blake, the "prophet", did not tell Lothar how the world would work in the future, Lothar could understand that an era of chaos and change was coming without him having to say much.

With the current status of mankind, if they want to survive and continue in this increasingly terrifying world, they must be protected by the glory of their ancestors.

Elves and dwarves also have advantages, and humans need their own.

King Varian Wrynn next to Lothar was holding a knight's warhammer. He looked at the distance above his head in trance. Grom Hellscream miraculously rushed out of the shadow flames of Deathwing.

The orc's whole body was burning with flames, but he still roared and landed on Deathwing's head. He swung the burning Bloodhowl ax and slashed at the fallen dragon.

Grom Hellscream found a way to defeat Deathwing by relying on the wound left by Brox, and he continued to expand the wound.

Every time he swings the ax, the mighty Deathwing screams in pain.

That scene was like wrestling with God!

The phoenix carried the legendary mages to join the battle, and the little star began to gain courage, "splashing" at Deathwing from high altitude.

"Holy Light, how on earth did we defeat these green-skinned monsters? They could even compete with Deathwing."

Varian looked at the battle above him with the envy of a warrior. If he were stronger, he might be able to represent the warriors of mankind and join the battle that was destined to go down in history.

"Don't think too much, we beat them and that's the result."

Lothar patted Varian on the shoulder and said:

"There is no need to envy the great things of others, little Varian. You are destined to create your own legend in the future. Now, our people need us.

Come with me! "

The old marshal waved his hand, and a group of veterans behind him followed suit. They took the initiative to meet the demons who came from the broken city to slaughter innocent people.

The dwarves' air cavalry has also taken off. Muradin and Falstad, who were full of anger today, commanded the gryphon knights and attacked the demons continuously.

Behind them, more and more innocent people escaped from the power of dreams.

It's not that the green dragons are incompetent, it's mainly that when living beings enter the dream, they will be rejected by that special plane, and ordinary people who have not studied the way of dreams will be "assimilated" in it.

They couldn't stay in the dreamland for too long.

But fortunately, this time was enough for them to survive the most terrifying moment of the Cataclysm. As Deathwing was once again besieged, the rolling of the power of the earth had paused.

It's time to leave this hell city and never come back!

This miserable place!

"Marshal! Please save our children!"

During the continuous and orderly evacuation, a human couple cried and threw themselves at Lothar's feet. They hugged Lothar's armor and shouted:

"Those trolls! Those Amani trolls, they took away our children and many elves. They declared that unless you or Prince Kael'thas went there in person, they would use our children as sacrifices. Dedicated to their evil god.

They arrested many people.

Marshal Lothar, please save them. "

"Troll?"

Lothar frowned. He helped the human couple up and asked:

"Where are they?"

"That castle!"

The human man, who had turned pale with fright from today's "exciting things", pointed tremblingly at the burning violet castle in the center of the broken city.

He said:

"The trolls broke through there, and many young mages were also captured. The troll chief of Zuljin let some people go and let us bring the words out.

The elves went to save the people, but they were stopped and they suffered heavy losses. "

"You can't go, it's a trap."

Grand Duke Fordragon next to Varian grabbed Lothar's wrist and said in a deep voice:

"I heard about the troll Zul'jin during the war. He is known for his cunning and cruelty. He is the troll leader who gives Quel'Thalas a headache. It is said that he has been trying to rebuild the Amani troll empire.

He's here for you, Marshal Lothar.

Once he can really kill you, his reputation among the trolls will immediately reach its peak, and it will be easy for him to respond to a hundred calls. He will use your head as his 'coronation' ceremony. "

"Look me in the eyes! Tell me to let the trolls kill my people! Bolvar!"

Lothar scolded him at this moment, making the Grand Duke speechless for a moment.

The old marshal shook his head and said softly to the two crying human couples behind him:

"You retreat first, I will rescue your children, I promise! I promise that those Amani trolls will never hurt anyone again."

"We believe in you, Marshal, you have the courage of Thorium."

The couple evacuated with the Paladins gratefully, and watching them leave, Lothar took a deep breath and glanced at the Emperor's Sword in his hand.

He said:

"Stomka became famous in the war with the Amani trolls. Maybe it's fate, maybe it's coincidence, but I have to go to this battle today.

look!

This sword has already felt the breath of the ancient enemy. It is urging me to drink the blood of the troll and win victory! "

Lothar laughed.

He was as heroic as when he was young. He turned around and patted Varian on the shoulder. He said:

"Whether I can come back or not, Varian, continue on your path, keep going as long as you are determined, and don't be disturbed by others. There are not many things I can teach you, and you will definitely be better than me in the future.

You stay here!

Command the soldiers on my behalf and ensure that the innocent people are evacuated from this city that is destined to be destroyed. "

"I want to go with you!"

Varian clenched his fists and said:

"The Grand Duke can take command for me, I must go! I have lost a father."

"Let him be."

Bolvar grabbed his sword and said in a deep voice:

"I swear on the name of House Fordagon that I will not let the demons harm our people. His Majesty Varian must witness today's battle, and he has enough reasons.

Old Marshal, you can't stop him. "

"Using a warhammer to deal with trolls won't work. Those bastards can recover faster than you can fight them. Use this!"

Commander Stromgarde, who was bringing a group of sword knights from behind to Dalaran, the distinguished Danath Trollbane took off the ferocious double-edged battle ax from his back and handed it to Vari. install.

He said:

"This battle ax has been with me for many years. It was passed down from my grandfather, and its name is 'Tolbane'! It has been tempered with the secret method of the 'Troll Slayer' family. The trolls slashed by it cannot Restore again.

If possible, I would rather kill those bastards myself, but now I want to protect the people, so, Your Majesty Varian, go to the war on my behalf! "

General Trollbane sneered, thrust his battle ax into Varian's hand, and said:

"At least kill one troll bastard for me! Of course, the more, the better."

"Marshal, are you going to kill the troll? Count me in!"

Falstad, the high lord of the Wildhammer in the sky, heard about things related to trolls and immediately became interested. Trolls are also rampant in the Eagle's Nest Mountains where the Wildhammer dwarves live, and the trolls are also the enemies of the Wildhammer dwarves.

He would fly down with his brave griffon, grab a giant warhammer as tall as everyone else, shouting and inviting Lothar and Varian to board his griffon, and go and slay the trolls together. .

Under the gaze of the general, Lothar and Varian mounted their griffons and flew toward the burning Violet Castle amid the shouts of the Wildhammer dwarves.

It's not far there, but it's just that Deathwing shattered the ground, making it impossible to walk through.

The gryphon flew fast and steady. As they approached the top of the castle, Lothar and Varian jumped down and landed firmly. Looking down from their positions, they could still see the mages and wizards of the Queldorei elves. The rangers are attacking the castle gate.

At the top of the castle, a cruel blood sacrifice was already halfway underway.

The troll chief Zul'jin sat on the corpses of several elves with a grim expression. Behind him, the magic lord Malakas was sending a tied up frightened elf to the temporary altar.

There was blood shed from sacrifices everywhere, and weird incense was lingering.

Seeing Lothar's arrival, the surrounding Amani berserkers howled and rushed towards them with their weapons raised, but the old marshal didn't care and just reached out and drew out the Emperor's Sword from behind.

"bass"

The moment Stromka was pulled out this time, it began to buzz. It felt surrounded by the ancient enemy, and passed its power to Lothar.

It's like giving the old marshal a "troll fear halo".

No matter how brave the trolls are, they will be inspired by the most basic fear in their hearts when they see the blade of Stromka. They hold their heads and run away, screaming in horror:

"No! That sword! That sword of destruction!"

"The enemy of the trolls is coming!"

"He wants to kill us all, run! Run!"

"Hahaha"

Lothar laughed at this moment. He looked back at Varian who was holding Trollbane's battle ax behind him and said:

"Look, Varian, this is what happens to the losers! Their civilization was destroyed by us three thousand years ago, and to this day, the ancient fear still shocks their hearts.

You have to remember what they looked like, and you have to let them teach you the bitterness of failure.

You can never put a human being in this situation.

We still have hope and a future.

But they.

They're gone! "