Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Just as Blake started his second phase of assassin training in the hills that became increasingly chaotic as the alliance launched a major counterattack, he was far to the north, thousands of miles away in Northern Xinjiang.

In the high elven 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 has advanced to the final stage.

According to the legends of countless human bards, the Eversong Forest of the High Elf Kingdom is one of the most beautiful places in the entire eastern continent. It is said that the forest is bathed in never-ending golden magic.

And it itself is a fiery red ocean.

This forest is composed of special maple trees. This plant can absorb and solidify magic power, and will also grow fiery red maple leaves. It was also the favorite plant of the queen of the ancient elven empire ten thousand years ago.

After the high elves migrated to the eastern continent 6,800 years ago, they began to replant maple trees and used them as a symbol of magic.

This is a way to show that Quel'Thalas is the orthodox inheritance of the ancient elven empire.

It also marks the break between the high elves and their close relatives on the other side of the Endless Sea, the Kaldorei night elves.

For thousands of years, this fiery red maple leaf spread across the entire Quel'Thalas Peninsula has been the scenery that the high elves are most proud of, appreciate, and love most.

But now, most of it has been destroyed.

The violent orcs united with the high elves' mortal enemies, the Amani forest trolls, and invaded this beautiful and majestic land. They encountered a desperate resistance from the Farstrider Ranger Legion.

The forest is the most suitable battlefield for rangers. A few days before the war began, the orcs and trolls suffered heavy losses, so Warchief Orgrim issued an order.

The orcs of the Dragonmaw Clan drove the red dragon and breathed dragon fire from the sky.

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

These hateful invaders brought unimaginable viciousness and threats to the high elves during the nearly seven thousand years of peace. That day, the Farstrider Legion suffered heavy losses.

Fortunately, Ranger General Lylessa Windrunner turned the tide at the last moment and used a lone army to resist the subsequent invasion of the orc army amid the raging dragonfire.

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

The price was that the three thousand elites she led were all wiped out, and she herself died in battle on the border of the land she loved and guarded her whole life.

She died peacefully.

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

But warlocks are a bunch of bastards with no limits.

Therefore, General Lyressa's soul was held in the hands of the great warlock Gul'dan as his proud trophy.

Gul'dan, the nasty and arrogant Saurfang has sent warriors again to try to claim that elf's soul! He is such a hopeless fool.

He also wants to return that soul to our enemies.

In the ashes of the burned-out Yongsong Forest, in the camp belonging to the Ravager clan, a stooped old orc chuckled and reported to his master in the dark den. situation.

His appearance was not too surprising, he was wearing a black magic robe and holding a white bone staff.

But every time he looked up, those dark red eyes and the rough skin with scales on his neck would make people shudder.

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

He was hopeless.

Just like the others gathered in this beast's den.

And among them, an old orc wearing a green tattered hood that covered his forehead and most of his face, who looked older, stooped, and had some problems with his legs and feet, was playing with an exquisite and perfect... Soul Stone, without saying a word.

He didn't answer verbally.

His performance was quite low-key, but judging from the fact that the orc warlocks around him didn't dare to look up to look at him, he was the undisputed master here.

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

He is an undisputed evil man.

This group of rats in the shadows, the King of the Sewers, is the most ruthless, cruel, and evil guy that can be found in Azeroth currently.

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

He is cunning, despicable, shameless, without dignity, vicious at heart, grew up in the milk of corruption, and is the spokesman of darkness.

He does not refute all the above descriptions, does not regard them as slander, and is proud of them.

His name is Gul'dan.

The first warlock in the orc civilization, and also the most powerful warlock, was the one who personally killed the orc tradition, the one who destroyed the world of Draenor, and the one who lured the orcs to drink the blood of demons.

He was the one who single-handedly formed the Violent Tribe and led it into war. He was the one who personally opened the Door of Darkness and found another world for the orcs that could be destroyed.

He is the master of the Shadow Council.

He is the chief of the Ravager clan.

He was the one who took advantage of the black hand and shamelessly bent over to be Orgrim's dog in order to survive.

He is also the one who is about to abandon Warchief Orgrim and betray the entire tribe when it is about to win the war.

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When other warlocks were discussing the stupidity of Warlord Varok Saurfang, who had just arrived at the battlefield of Quel'Thalas a few days ago and was given command by Orgrim, Gul'dan lightly He tapped the table at hand.

The next moment, the entire dim cave immediately became quiet.

All the shameless bastards shut their mouths and listened to what their Lord of Darkness had to say.

Our great chief, where is he now?

Gul'dan coughed and asked in a low, muddy tone as weak as an old man's.

It's not like he was pretending.

During the previous battle, he was shot by General Lyleissa Windrunner with an arrow. If Gul'dan hadn't sacrificed his demon to block it, the sniper arrow would have been enough to explode his head.

He was indeed injured.

But no one dared to look down upon him because of this. Upon his inquiry, an orc warlock with the symbol of the Dragonmaw Clan on his body immediately answered humbly:

Honorable Gul'dan, our warchief has entered the Tirisfal region with the elites of the Blackstone clan and several other small clans.

According to their traveling speed, they should have begun to attack the city by now.

Foolish Saurfang did his best to hide this news from us.

He is leading his subordinates to attack near the human city of Stratholme. He also asked us to join the battle to attract the power of elves and humans for the warchief's surprise attack.

Um.

Gul'dan nodded and turned the soul stone in his hand a few times. He opened his dark red eyes and asked again:

How is the situation over there in the Kingdom of Alterac?

Ayden Perenold is a coward, noble Gul'dan.

Another younger orc warlock chuckled and replied:

“We made only a trivial threat to him, kidnapping his children, and he gave in, and he has released the fort and the valley to our warchief.

Orgrim has led his army through there, bypassing all the alliance's defense lines, and rushed 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, which he longs for, and he only needs us to support him.

Victory will belong to the tribe.”

Very well, I promised our warchief victory in the war, and I have done my best to pave the way to victory for him in return for his generosity in sparing my life.

Gul'dan chuckled.

At this moment, he did not act like a despicable and shameless warlock. In a low sigh, he said:

I have fulfilled my promise and fulfilled my obligations to the tribe. As for the reinforcements that the warchief needs, let me rely on my own charisma to find them.

Next, it was time for me to set out in search of what I longed for.

The power left by the dark gods in this world belongs to me. I have wasted too much time.

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

Go ahead.

Tell Cho'gall that I need his Twilight's Hammer clan, and some of the two-headed ogres catalyzed by the elven runestones!

Once we gather the armies of the Stormrage Clan, there will be nothing left in Quel'Thalas worthy of our nostalgia.

Nekros, go and persuade your chief Zuluhid.

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

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

Then ask him for me, Nekros, my brother, ask your chief for me.

Gul'dan let out a deep laugh and said:

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

The Warlock of the Dragonmaw Clan immediately took the order and left.

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

“Go get ready, guys.

We set off tomorrow night!

Head to Hillsbrad Hills and Southsea Town. The Blood Demon has prepared a boat for us to cross the sea! I'll take you to the place where the gods fell

I will fulfill my promise to you.

I will take you on the road to godhood filled with darkness and glory!

These demagogic words made a group of warlocks excited. Since the Blackhand Warchief was killed by Orgrim, they, the people who originally dominated the tribe in the shadows, have become 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.

It is not a virtue belonging to the sorcerer.

They were tired of this disguise, and some smart people among them also guessed that Gul'dan would not be able to generously give them the dark power of the god.

They would probably be used as cannon fodder by Gul'dan.

But it doesn't matter.

Compared to Gul'dan, who was cunning and vicious but would allow them to do all kinds of evil, Orgrim, the warchief who didn't value their power, was not worth following at all!

They were happy to follow Gul'dan and plunge the venom-filled dagger into the Horde's heart.

The so-called victory of the tribe

whispering sound!

What's the use of that thing?

What good does that do to them?

Why should they help Orgrim win if it doesn't benefit them?

Betrayal.

Betrayal! ! !

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 on his chair. In the silence, Gul'dan's fingers flicked lightly.

As the shadows dispersed, an orc wearing a strange black leather hat and black leather armor appeared behind him.

He was waiting for orders.

I know that you have been paying attention to little Garona when I gave her to you for training.

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

Now my little pet has disappeared.

I didn't need to guess, I knew what she was thinking.

Gul'dan closed his eyes and whispered:

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

Go find Cho'gall.

The Domination Orb is yours to keep. If she dares to show up and hinder my career, kill her!

Mighty Gul'dan, I am pleased to serve you.

The orc assassin who was silent in the shadows let out a low laugh, but he did not leave, and he seemed to lack the respect for Gul'dan that other warlocks had.

He said dumbly:

The twin blades of the regicide.

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

As long as you can defeat the disciple you trained, it will be yours.