Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Blake still has one last month to prove his loyalty to the Queen of Hades again.

But the pirate is a cunning guy. Although he appears unsure, he actually has a sure chance of victory.

He knew that Gul'dan, the orc warlock he had promised to the Queen, would never leave the Endless Sea of ​​Azeroth alive no matter what.

Even without his intervention, Gul'dan would have died.

Because this orc warlock, driven by ambition, had offended a person among the stars that he could never afford to offend.

He was dead.

For Blake, the only difficulty in this hunt is how he can bring him out of the tomb of the gods that has been sealed for thousands of years before Gul'dan and his soul are torn apart by the violent demons. .

He needs that soul.

He needs a lot of things from Gul'dan, which are necessary armaments that must be collected before a gorgeous and grand betrayal.

That was why he needed Garona.

He couldn't do this with his own skills, but Garona could!

The premise is that Garona cannot be controlled by the Shadow Council, otherwise things will become quite troublesome.

I had doubts before, but the power behind you is indeed amazing. As you said, we foreigners know too little about Azeroth.

On the hilly river bank, the legendary assassin wiped her right arm with her left hand. The mist that had just stained her made her very uncomfortable, so she did not hide her figure anymore.

After hearing the conversation between the pirates and the Hell Messenger, she finally let go of her wariness towards Black.

Probably as Blake said, she could still be alive after failing.

But Black failed, and he was finished.

He longed to see Gul'dan die more than Garona, and this alone was enough for Garona to have limited trust in Black.

she says:

You are too reckless. You are so weak and you are involved with such a force. I know you are trying to resist them, but you have no chance of winning.

reckless?

Blake, who was sitting opposite Garona, shook his head and said:

My problem at the time was that if I didn't join them, I wouldn't have the chance to talk to you like this now. That's not reckless, it's just struggling in a desperate situation.

This cursed fate was not chosen by me.

Just like you were adopted by Gul'dan when you were young, you can't resist that fate. You can only survive in death. Let me ask you, lady, about the spirit attractor you just saw.

If you fight him, are you sure you can win?

Faced with this question, Garona did not choose to answer immediately. Instead, she stroked the legendary dagger on her waist. After thinking for several minutes, she nodded.

explain:

If it were just the half-giant, I would be sure to have the upper hand. But he obviously has weird power. If he has that kind of power, and I don't have the same external assistance, I will lose. Very miserable.

You have to understand, Blake.

No matter how powerful we are, we are only mortals, and they come from legends and myths. Gul'dan is an absolute bastard, the most greedy person I have ever seen in my life who is greedy for power.

But even he was teaching me again and again.

We must always remain in awe and vigilance for these forces beyond mortal sight.

Um.

Blake was not surprised by the answer.

He did not show much disappointment. After a few seconds, he stood up, took out the unconscious little fishman from the backpack on his waist, handed it to Garona, and said:

Take good care of it for me and remember to feed it some water every day. I will try my best to complete the second phase of training in the shortest possible time and increase my strength as much as possible before Gul'dan arrives.

But after hearing what you just said, I felt a hint of the irony of fate.

The pirate curled his lips and said:

The person who taught you to fear power, who was so evil to the point of purity, and who was so selfish to the extreme, is now about to drown in his out-of-control desire and ambition for power.

What an irony.

——

At the same moment when Blake and Garona were discussing Gul'dan, they were farther north in the hills, beyond the magical city of Dalaran, which was built on the shores of Lake Lordamre.

The Tirisfal region where the Royal City of Lordaeron is located has completely entered a state of war without any defense.

Tens of thousands of violent and brave Blackstone Orcs, led by Warchief Orgrim Doomhammer, crossed the Alterac Valley, which was originally regarded as a natural danger by the Alliance.

They poured out from the foot of the mountain southeast of the city of Lordaeron and only needed to travel less than thirty kilometers to reach the undefensible city of Lordaeron.

The entire royal city was in chaos, and armies from the entire Tirisfal region were rushing over to support.

But the orcs were obviously prepared, and several small clans were sent to the surroundings of the royal city to establish a temporary defense line.

The last bastion of mankind is right in front of them. The victory that the tribe desires and the opportunity to defeat the Alliance in one blow are right in front of them. There is almost no need for Orgrim to mobilize their inner desire for attack.

All orcs are full of fighting spirit.

They would fight to the last man in their own defense line, giving the Warchief who personally led his troops to attack Lordaeron enough time to siege the city.

The best thing is that the human army is still in the hills and Quel'Thalas.

They won't be able to come back in a short time.

The city of Lordaeron is like a stripped-down beauty. Facing the orcs rushing towards it in a hurry, it is so fragile that it seems to have no power to fight back, but there are not no warriors on the human side.

In fact, when faced with a real choice, humans also showed amazing courage.

boom

The huge stone was swung by the orc's engineering trebuchet, and hit the nearly 20-meter-high city wall of Lordaeron. It was like a giant's fist, and the bricks and stones of the city wall were flying everywhere, and the thick stone was flying. The stones were shaking.

A few unlucky human infantrymen guarding the city wall failed to stand firm and fell down dancing with joy during the impact. Their wailing added a touch of sadness to the besieged city wall.

But they were hopeless.

If they fell from such a height, they were already dead. Even if they were lucky enough to survive, the orcs gathering like a green tide below would not spare their lives.

boom

The cannons set up by the humans on the city walls opened fire immediately, as if they were fighting back against the orc army.

The cannon built by the dwarves burst into flames, and the heavy cannonballs flew out, arcing into the orc army, leaving a bloody scar.

It's like a rock being thrown into the rolling tide, only blocking the tide a little bit.

But in the next moment, more armored orcs pushed forward.

They held high the rough and savage clan war flags, and amid the thunderous sound of war drums and roars, they carried the newly made siege ladder and rushed toward the white city wall, risking their lives.

Warchief Orgrim Doomhammer was riding on his black wolf at the center of the orc army, looking at the human city in front of him with cold eyes.

He was wearing a set of black plate armor, which Orgrim had made himself when he was young, and he was holding a heavy one-handed war hammer with a square head and square head in his hand.

The material doesn't look like steel, but more like some kind of solid and heavy stone.

It's called Doomhammer.

It is the origin of Orgrim's surname, a legendary weapon forged in the magma and elemental power of the world of Draenor, the home of the orcs.

Its existence itself is a legendary story.

It represents the initial resistance of the orc civilization against the ogre empire that tried to enslave them.

The rebellion was ultimately successful and became an epic that the orcs have praised for generations.

But now, this legendary weapon originally used to resist slavery has been brought into another world to carry out the cause of destruction, enslavement and conquest.

It has to be said that this is a tragedy for both the orc civilization and Doomhammer itself.

Since this legendary weapon was forged and born, there has been a legendary prophecy that has been passed down for centuries:

It is said that the last heir of the Doomhammer bloodline will use it to bring salvation to the orcs, and then bring destruction. Then the Doomhammer will be passed to people outside the Blackrock Clan.

Everything will change again, until this weapon and its new owner do justice once again.

Prophecy.

They're all so blabbering.

But now Warchief Orgrim, who is holding the Doomhammer, is a little distracted.

At this important moment when he was commanding tens of thousands of orcs, besieging the city of Lordaeron regardless of casualties, and was about to win the decisive battle, the war chief, who was respected by all orcs, suddenly remembered the man he had left behind. Ancient prophecies.

As a commander, he should issue orders and adjust the battlefield now.

But he didn't do that.

Instead, he rode on his wolf and looked at the white majestic human city in front of him.

Lordaeron, the last bastion of mankind, must be difficult to capture.

Orgrim even saw Terenas II in military uniform standing on the city wall under the king's battle flag at the end of his sight, and Anduin Lothar beside him.

The king and marshal of mankind went to the city wall in person!

The warchief heard the roars and cheers of the human soldiers on the city wall.

They were extremely brave at this moment.

As if they were infused with the courage of their king, under the leadership of the generals and paladins, they went out to fight, pushing down or directly hacking to death the orc warriors who climbed onto the city wall.

Failed again.

Orgrim shook his head. Since the siege was launched earlier today, the orc warriors have climbed onto the city wall many times, but each time they were immediately driven down.

In less than half a day, the orcs lost several small clans, and the casualties on the human side were definitely several times that of the orcs who were full of fighting spirit.

This is a meat grinder fight.

Cowards cannot survive in such a war.

The warchief was not angry because of the failed attack. He moved the Doomhammer in his hand and said to the tall and strong orc warlord next to him:

Bucklos, take someone with you!

good.

The tall orc warlord blew out a breath of fighting spirit from his nostrils and shouldered his huge and heavy battle ax. Soon, a new wave of offensive started again under the leadership of this legendary warrior.

The humans were also aware of Brox Saurfang's appearance. On the city wall, beside the human king, there was also a short man holding a battle axe, a war hammer, and a thunderous body.

Muradin Bronzebeard!

Orgrim's eyes narrowed. He recognized the dwarf warrior who was yelling and challenging Brox. He said softly:

He was the one who killed Old Dahl. Ah, if the Burning Blade Clan commanded by Old Dahl is still there.

As soon as this idea arose, it was killed by the chief.

A legendary commander like him would not be immersed in such boring fantasies. His eyes fell on the city wall again, standing under the king's flag and blowing the horn himself, the human king Terenas II.

The nearly fifty-year-old king reminded him of Llane Wrynn, and the city of Lordaeron in front of him also reminded him of Stormwind City, which had been destroyed by the Horde army.

How did they defeat that equally difficult human city?

Well, it's Gul'dan.

It was that bastard who sacrificed the assassin he had trained.

It was Harfoulson, the petite half-orc who held the double blades of darkness. It was she who slipped into Stormwind City and assassinated Llane Wrynn, causing Stormwind City to fall.

if

If Garona was still serving the Horde, Warchief Orgrim would only have to repeat the orc trick once more.

No, it probably didn't go that smoothly.

Humans are cunning and difficult opponents.

They were good at learning from their failures, a human king had already died at the hands of Horde assassins, and Terenas II was no fool.

The fact that he dared to appear on the city wall proved that the king was sure that he would not suffer the same fate as Ryan.

So... there's no shortcut.

Orgrim clasped the Doomhammer in his hand and glanced behind him. Behind him, on the south side of Lake Lordamre, there was also the human magical city of Dalaran.

Once the mages join the fight, the Horde's offensive will become more difficult.

But the red dragons of the Dragonmaw clan will attack Dalaran to buy more time for Orgrim. This is a well-planned strategy.

However, at this moment, there was unconcealable uneasiness in the heart of the great chief.

He left that bastard Gul'dan in Quel'Thalas. Now that he thought about it, this move was too risky. When he heard that Alterac had surrendered to the Horde, he was overjoyed and ignored the threat of Gul'dan himself.

Will the great warlock, who only serves himself to survive, really serve the tribe's victory honestly?

He left the brave Varok Saurfang watching over Gul'dan, but could that upright legendary warrior really suppress Gul'dan?

There is also the Dragonmaw Clan on both ends of the snake and mouse spectrum.

Oh, I have so few people available.

Orgrim Doomhammer became more and more uneasy as he thought about it. At this moment, he looked at the warhammer in his hand and looked at the pattern of the roaring wolf on the surface of the warhammer.

Durotan, my brother, if you are still with me, with your wisdom and my strength, just a city of Lordaeron, just a human being

Damn the Shadow Council!

Wait until I win, and wait for me to avenge you, my brother, all the sorcerers! All the offal! One by one, I will smash their heads with my own hands!