Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"My path to becoming a god!"

On the Broken Shore, the great warlock Gul'dan knelt there, stretching his hands toward the dark sky that was about to burst into violent winds in a moment.

The old man's face was full of ecstasy.

It seemed that the power he had been pursuing was only one step away from him.

But behind him, the members of the Shadow Council who waded into the water, and the members of the Stormrage Clan and the Twilight Hammer Clan who survived the great sea battle two days ago, were not as happy as the leader.

In fact, they were miserable.

On this desolate coast, the boat that carried them across the sea had, quite literally, turned into a pile of rotten wood floating on the sea.

And everyone who survived was injured.

Including the two-headed ogre Cho'gall, and other high-level warlocks.

Dai Lin and his damn monster ship, in the naval battle two days ago, crushed six of the seven ships that followed Gul'dan out to sea in less than half an hour.

At the last moment, the dark-faced warlocks' character exploded. In a large-scale summoning personally hosted by Gul'dan, a great frost demon who was not afraid of seawater was accidentally summoned.

Relying on the power of the demon that could freeze the ocean, they were able to stop the Sea King's sea charge and bought them the last bit of time to escape.

The warlocks worked hard to summon flying demons.

In the end, it was only by relying on the demons pushing behind the ship and pulling at the front that the broken ship escaped from the shelling range of the Sea King Power.

That's a miracle.

There is no doubt that Dai Lin chased them for another half hour, which was the longest half hour in the lives of this group of warlocks. They were like a group of embarrassed rats, hiding from the rat catcher in the sewer.

If Dai Lin hadn't voluntarily given up the pursuit, they would have never had the chance to sail into this mysterious sea full of reefs.

Fortunately, the memory in Gul'dan's mind was powerful enough to prevent these frightened warlocks from encountering another shipwreck crisis.

It was just bad luck when it finally docked. Driven by the tide, the ship plunged into the coast and ran aground there, unable to move anymore.

"The evil energy on this coast is abnormally active. (There must be a source of magic in it.)"

The tall ogre Cho'gall stood in the water, sniffing in two directions with his two heads, just like a hound. His two heads said to Gul'dan at the same time:

"Dear Gul'dan, I emphasize once again that I do not underestimate your great dark wisdom. (But this beach can be seen at a glance, and we did not see any complete buildings.)"

Next to Cho'gall, several other high-level warlocks nodded repeatedly, and even the savage orcs who were most loyal to Gul'dan from the Ravager clan and were strengthened by evil energy were looking around.

Gul'dan promised them that in this destination in the mysterious sea, they could find the power left by the ancient gods, and everyone could advance to become a god.

But there is nothing here.

Looking ahead from this coast, you can only see an undulating broken beach, and you can vaguely see the remains of some weird-style buildings, like temple-like buildings.

The evil magic here is indeed very active, several times more than in other areas.

But that’s about it.

"It's here."

Gul'dan stood up with his bone staff and limped to higher ground. Those who could follow him through the journey of nearly death and come here are the true loyalists of the Shadow Council and the two clans.

He is no longer secretive.

When the wind full of evil magic blew against his old cheeks, his dark red eyes opened wide. He raised his finger and pointed to the other end of this desolate coast.

Say to your followers:

"It's hidden there! Under the tide, humanity's last guardian of Tirisfal hid the power of the dark god far away from human civilization.

She is very smart and wise, and she knows what kind of miracles will happen once that power is seized.

Unfortunately, she is a coward.

She rejected that gift simply because of her negligible vigilance and the greatness that humans could not understand and could only call it a 'thing to fear'.

She left it to her successor, but unfortunately her successor... Haha, it was just a plaything of the dark god.

Now, the power they feared belongs to me. "

This explanation did not make the high-level warlocks and orcs understand. Instead, they were a little confused and unclear, but Gul'dan didn't want to waste time explaining too much.

He was leaning on a bone staff and staring at the cliff on the other side of the coast.

He said:

"Chor'gall, take your ogres and set up a defense around the coast! The remaining members of the Stormreaver clan assist Cho'gall, and the rest of the warlocks follow me.

I need to arrange a powerful summoning magic to summon the tomb of the gods under the abyss to the ground again. This process will take a day.

I won't allow anyone to bother me again! "

"As you command! (The Great Gul'dan.)"

The two-headed ogre Cho'gall bowed his head obediently and obeyed. Its huge body retreated from the crowd. Soon, it took its own entourage and began to perform its final service for Gul'dan's "great cause".

The high-level warlocks of the Shadow Council endured the excitement in their hearts and followed their master across the Broken Coast to a cliff.

They began to cast spells and began to summon the huge evil energy that enveloped the entire coast.

Um.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

The evil energy here is unusually active, as if it is actively catering to their call.

It was as if he was taking the initiative to help them and open the Tomb of the Gods.

Everything went extremely smoothly.

Gul'dan himself was also filled with excitement.

Wearing his tattered dark robe and holding a bone staff, he stood in the center of a large summoning circle operated by a dozen high-level warlocks. Green, corrosive evil energy was summoned from all directions.

They gathered together, transmitting power from the magic circle at their feet to Gul'dan's old body.

The orc warlock's eyes turned dark green at this moment.

He knew that pursuing the power of the gods would not be smooth sailing, but he also knew that Daelin Proudmoore's unexpected appearance was just the last link in all the troubles.

He escaped the pursuit of the King of the Sea, and he was already standing in front of the Tomb of the Gods. Medivh, the most powerful spell caster in mankind, known as the "Guardian", was the little toy in the hands of the dark god four years ago. Died before.

No one can stop him anymore.

The survival of human civilization has now gathered under the city of Lordaeron in the Tirisfal region.

Orgrim Doomhammer is Gul'dan's best target. Under the current circumstances, mankind has mobilized all the forces it can mobilize to fully support the war in Lordaeron.

Before the orc warchief fails, he and his tribal warriors will fight to attract all the attention of mankind for Gul'dan who is embarking on the road to becoming a god.

And once Gul'dan succeeds.

Once the great warlock obtains the gift from the god.

He alone is worth thousands of troops. Even if Dailin brings the entire Kul Tiras fleet to chase him on the sea, he can easily bury them in the abyss.

As long as he completes this journey of becoming a god.

Yes!

As long as he can become a god!

The whole of Azeroth will belong to him, and even the boundless stars!

At that time, he could turn around and generously grant Orgrim the promised victory.

As for the arrogant orc warchief, all the remaining kings of mankind, and even the leaders of the mysterious Kaldorei Moon Kingdom on the other side of the sea who never appeared in this war.

They could only kneel respectfully in front of the new god Gul'dan and pray for life.

It won't be long.

Gul'dan has seen that future, and it seems to be within reach.

Then, the great warlock raised his hand.

Huge evil energy, enough to penetrate the city wall with one blow, surged out of his hand.

The dark green sticky power turned into a dark lightning, piercing directly from the hazy clouds overhead into the endless rolling dark tide.

Like a sword.

He easily separated the heavy sea water, and in Gul'dan's perception, he came into contact with the ancient ruins that had sunk under the sea for countless years.

That was where the last traces of the dark gods left in Azeroth were buried after a boring attempt failed eight hundred years ago.

But how could gods fail?

The "failure" eight hundred years ago was just a game.

The gods left a seed here, which spanned a long time unimaginable to humans, and finally took root and sprouted eight hundred years later.

It produced a highly poisonous fruit, and that fruit triggered the orc invasion war six years ago.

all of these!

It was doomed eight hundred years ago.

No.

As far back as 10,000 years ago, when the dark god first focused his attention on the world of Azeroth, countless tragedies were actually doomed.

The "unfortunate relationship" between Azeroth and Draenor, two worlds separated by countless light years, was actually forged at that time.

Of course, Gul'dan didn't know this.

The great warlock, indulging in ecstasy and desire, used his senses to sense the ancient ruins under the sea. He located the most active source of evil energy and clasped it with his fingers in the air.

It's like grabbing an illusory object, and then slowly lifting it upwards.

"Boom"

A terrifying muffled sound came from under the sea. When tens of millions of tons of seawater were separated by evil energy, the ancient ruins that had long been in decay were also torn apart under the sea.

As Gul'dan raised his finger, a temple filled with the moist and cold atmosphere of running water, and like a flame ignited, entangled with layers of green evil energy, broke out of the sea.

Oh my god.

It is like the most magnificent foreign temple, and like a mountain growing out of the sea.

Keep spreading, spreading, spreading again.

Until finally, back to where it should be.

So at the end of the empty Broken Coast, a 200-meter-high evil holy land appeared, and its entrance happened to be on the edge of the cliff where Gul'dan was.

The evil energy rolled and melted the rock, creating a twisted stone bridge.

The great warlock laughed wildly.

He no longer paid attention to the tired and paralyzed high-level warlocks behind him. He just leaned on the bone staff, limped, and stepped into it with a movement that was almost eager and running.

But there is still a seal left by mankind's most powerful spellcaster eight hundred years ago.

Even for Gul'dan, it would take time to crack it.

At the same moment, on another hidden coast of the Broken Shore, Blake, who finally set foot on the Broken Shore, moved his body and waved to the Nagfar that was hidden in the waves behind him.

It's like saying goodbye.

Beside him, Garona's body was trembling, not only because of excitement, but also because she witnessed how Gul'dan easily lifted a temple from under the sea.

This made her wonder for a while whether Gul'dan had obtained the so-called power of the gods?

Otherwise, how could it be possible with the power of the legendary warlock?

"Don't be scared."

Black turned around and moved his shoulders. He looked at the evil-wounded ancient temple in the distance and said to the silent legendary assassin beside him:

"Gul'dan did not raise this temple. He just cast a magic to stimulate the defensive barrier above. He is 'pretending' that he has a great advantage.

But in fact, this temple emerged at this time

It's just destiny.

Even if Gul'dan doesn't cast a spell, it will definitely appear. It is a courtesy from the great being as the host to the ants and 'guests' who come from afar to die. "

The pirate curled his lips and said:

"Don't look there. There is nothing there except a trap full of despair. It will take some time for Gul'dan to open it.

Let's confirm the action plan one last time. "