Azeroth Trail of Light

Chapter 657



Chapter 11 .Hidden third party

The moment the camouflaged landing module hit the ground, the strong impact force caused the entire cabin shell to explode completely in the violent impact. The gravel smashed against all the surrounding existence like a cannonball, and the point of impact was the desolate Crowe. In the Kuhn area, even if the extra-large bomb exploded here, no one paid attention and no one knew.

“Crack, crack”

At the bottom of the annular pit, in the center of the broken rock, the landing site of the large black landing module was twisted. Two minutes after it was dropped, the door of the cabin made a creaking sound, and then, the black one The door was kicked open, and it flew far away from the cabin.

The somewhat staggered Lady Watcher walked out of the dark landing pod carrying the knife wheel. She looked around vigilantly. Everywhere in her eyes was a dark green doomsday scene. She raised her head and saw the dark green sky. Below, there are no stars, some can only exist in the enchantment of demons, and the heavy sulphur-flavored air burning in the crater, Maiev only breathed once and could feel it contained Of toxins.

It’s not serious, but it’s definitely not suitable for mortals to survive for a long time. Maiev’s nose twitched under Maiev’s mask, and then stretched out his hand to light up a talisman hanging on his waist.

Simple air purification enchantment, an elementary magic circle that can be completed by an apprentice, and when Maiev was observing the surroundings, in another valley not far from her landing point, Duke Chorachi looked gloomy. The feet on the ground were a little soft, and finally he held on to the warm volcanic rock next to him and couldn’t help but cursed.

“Damn bumps…”

But no matter what, the first batch of vanguards are already in place, and they marched towards the legion gathering point in the Krokuen area at the fastest speed, and then figured out a way to integrate into it and collect all useful intelligence.

Of course, I want to emphasize here. Although the world of Argus has persisted in the raging dark power of Sargeras, it does not mean that the world is intact. In fact, the continents on its surface have been torn apart into three large areas. According to the Eredar twins, 50% of the land in this world was permanently broken when the Dark Titan first came, or sank into the seabed of the ocean that had become a sea of ​​poisonous mist.

In addition to the barren Krokuen area, there is also the Antoran Wasteland that exists as a legion battlefield. 70% of the Burning Legion’s troops on this planet are stationed there, and finally the draenei that has been reduced to ruins. The super-large city of Makere, it is said that this is the teleportation area of ​​the Burning Legion, and the army that starts from the world of Argus to attack other worlds is from there.

And Dick and Illidan never thought of using an expeditionary force to conquer Argus. This is impossible. What Dick and Illidan intend to do is more exciting and more difficult than conquering.

Two days later, outside of the Krokuen Burning Legion camp, in the shadow of an obsidian jungle, Master Watcher Nasha quietly observed the demon camp in the distance with a special telescope. She constantly adjusted the magnification of the telescope, Every inch of detail is recorded in my heart.

For the Watcher who has almost mastered the balance of the shadows, this kind of intelligence collection is simply a pediatric. If necessary, Nasha can even sneak into the front position from the shadows, without disturbing any demons, and take every one of them. The hidden place infiltrated once, and even assassinated the demon warlord in this fortress.

But there is no need to do that.

“It’s not in Nordrassil anymore…”

Nasha murmured, being able to follow Ms. Maiev, she felt that it didn’t matter where she went, and the “employee benefits” provided by Ulduar were pretty good. She was very satisfied with her current life, but she was just outside Nasha’s wandering world. At that time, she was magnified by a telescope dozens of times in the field of vision, and a beating shadow suddenly flashed through.

The Master Watcher immediately withdrew the lost thoughts. She instinctively realized that there was a sufficient clue hidden in the abnormal shadow. Her gaze followed the floating shadow for nearly 400 meters, and then she watched. It sneaked into the area where the demons were holding prisoners.

Nasha pursed her lips playfully, then tilted her head slightly, whispering to a small contact decoration clasped on her collar,

“Madam, I found some “interesting” things here at Base 3. If nothing else, it should be related to the local indigenous people we are looking for.”

“Keep watching…I’ll be there in 5 minutes!”

Maiev’s slightly indifferent voice came into Nasha’s ears, which made Master Watcher’s eyes bend into a nice arc. Although the lady looked the same as before, she had followed the lady for nearly ten thousand years. Nasha’s sister, Nasha can easily tell that the lady is in a good mood recently, and even her gloomy thoughts have disappeared a lot.

This is a good thing… Nasha thought as she stretched out her hand to take out a special spar from her pocket, followed by one hand, sharp, and was blessed by those mechanical gnomes in Ulduar with a lot of extra devices. The strange knife wheel appeared in her hand.

The watchman’s heart was faintly agitated… The world is very hostile to them, and this hostility is both sides, so Nasha feels that she urgently needs to use a “hunting” to balance her irritable mood.

On the other side, Hatton carefully manipulated the shadows around his body to hide his figure. He is the chieftain of the Eredar native hidden in the Krokuen area, a former high priest, and now a master stalker. .

His appearance is completely different from that of the draenei. It looks like those broken people who have been defeated by their minds and twisted by magical energy. But compared to those poor people whose bodies have shrunk and can only sink, Hatton’s body is Maintaining the tall draenei people are used to, it can be said that, except for his appearance, he is no different from the draenei.

But at this time, he was hanging down slightly. He held a spiked warhammer made of demon bones in his hand. He looked at the rest of the legion base. Although he couldn’t see it, he knew it. Follow him. The warriors who came to this camp together are scattered in other places, just waiting for his order!

Hatton breathed a sigh of relief. He held the warhammer in his hands with both hands. As a holy light sacrifice, he used the staff and the holy blade more easily, but when Sargeras descended, Velen fled. After that, the Holy Light abandoned this place forever. He managed to escape from the cruel slaughter of the devil, and formed this lingering tribe with other lucky people, relying on each other to survive.

In the first few hundred years, Hatton never thought that his tribe would continue. At that time, the entire world had fallen into the hands of demons, as well as those Eredar demons who had betrayed Argus, Kilgar Dan and Archimonde’s loyal dog, Hatton never thought he and those who were saved would survive.

But… this broken world finally sheltered them. In their most difficult moment, Hatton found a huge tunnel underground in the Crocoon area, which was huge enough to accommodate all the poor people living in it. Coupled with the barrenness and barrenness of the Krokuen area, they eventually survived.

In 25 thousand years, Hatton gathered from the fragmented world of Argus more than 2 tribesmen who had escaped the devil’s pursuit and were unwilling to succumb to the evil rule of Kil’jaeden. They gathered in the Krokuen area. Under the circumstances, keeping a low profile, and fortunately receiving support from other allies, they survived. This land responded to their prayers and gave them shelter.

The power is growing, these poor people clinging to survive stick to their original simple ideals, and they will try their best to save all the captured compatriots.

This kind of action has never ceased, and this time also…

Hatton is already very old. Even for the longevity draenei, 25 thousand years is a long time, but he still has not stopped to save. In the tribe, everyone respects him as ” Chief”, a name full of barbaric aura.

Hatton’s greatest expectation is that one day they can retake their homes from the demons, even if they are already shattered, even if they are completely unrecognizable. Hatton does not want the next generation to survive on this hopeless land, but…

“call…”

Hatton breathed a sigh of relief. When people were old, he would often fall into memories without bounds. He squeezed the warhammer again, using the techniques taught by the woman who claimed to be the “Range of Quel’Thalas,” to quietly move forward in the shadows. Okay, the draenei do not have the profession of assassin. They once yearned for the light and disdain to learn this shadow technique.

But now, the tradition has long been abandoned, in order to survive, Hatton did not hesitate to learn from those **** demons.

To survive!

The chief quietly walked behind the demon guard who was guarding the captive area, and the bone spur warhammer in his hand slammed into the back of its head accurately. The moment the demon guard felt the whirr of the wind, most of its head was lifted. His companion wanted to help, but another shadow cut his throat from behind.

The shot was cruel and merciless.

Hatton nodded to the broken man. The latter waved the bone dagger in his hand and re-entered the shadow, while the chief walked towards the compatriots locked in the demon cage. He looked at them, and they too Look at him.

“You…you are Chief Hatton!”

The face of a broken young man who was chained to the wall was full of pain, but there was still a hint of surprise and respect in his eyes that could not be concealed.

Hatton nodded. After so many years of resistance, he had already lost his interest in talking. He strode to the young man, drew the key he found from the demon from his waist, and opened his chain. , Asked in a low voice.

“Would you like to join the Krokuen tribe?”

The voice was cold and hazy, but it also had a meaning of acceptance. The young man lay weakly on the ground, and he nodded vigorously, “Yes, I do! I ran here from the ruins of Makerei for this! ”

“it is good!”

Hatton nodded in satisfaction, but at the moment he turned around, a slight distortion flashed across the face of the broken young man. The next moment, chaotic shadows and huge shapes appeared behind Hatton, and There is that cold voice,

“Ha, I finally found you… Mouse!”

Hatton’s eyes dimmed suddenly, as if some kind of flame was extinguished in his eyes. He didn’t even turn his head. He knew that it was the Dreadlord of the Burning Legion, the cruelest and most cunning hunter and executioner, before his eyes. , The broken ones who were imprisoned in the cage also tore off their disguise. In less than 10 seconds, Hatton was surrounded by more than 15 demon guard elites and a dreadlord.

The dreadlord grabbed his chin with his paws and looked at Hatton who was trapped in the center with a full face.

“Krokuen tribe? A group of bereaved dogs…Do you really think your actions can be hidden from the Legion?”

The dreadlord laughed, and then his expression suddenly turned ugly, “Say! Where are the **** of the Holy Light Legion! Otherwise… kill you all!”

“Then kill it.”

Hatton raised his head, he took a deep breath of the sulphurous air, he smiled, “Kill all of us, the last descendants of Argus, you want to get information from me, don’t be kidding…”

The chief closed his eyes and squeezed the blood-stained bone hammer in his hand. He muttered to himself, “I…I have been alive for too long. Let me see that I should accept it 25 thousand years ago. Your fate.”

“I will die for Argus, die for my world! This is truly the supreme glory…”


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