Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 605 158. Trial of Courage starts, 1=24, all walks of life come quickly! Black-faced warlocks, be conscious!

(Add more [13/30] for the Mengzu Lingxue brothers)

On the city wall of Lordaeron, which is separated from Dalaran by a lake, the kings and their warriors are looking at the frightening situation on the other side of the lake.

It is very dangerous to watch the excitement here. Just now no less than ten unlucky people were caught by the wind and thunder splashed every time the growler avatar punched because they were too close.

The scene in front of me has already surpassed everyone's imagination, it's like a story in a myth repeating itself in this world.

In the past, seeing a dragon in the eastern continent was enough to excite the casters for a long time, but now the dragon melee over Dalaran makes people feel numb.

Anything rare doesn't seem to deserve praise when it's plentiful.

But compared to the nobles who hid behind to watch the excitement and exclaimed from time to time, there were always some people who understood the meaning of the scene in front of them better.

"Are we really going to support Dalaran? I mean, there are at least four demigods there now, and a group of demons trying to summon the leader they once almost destroyed the world.

There are thousands of demons, there are dragons, and there are Deathwing!

Don't go, Dailin. "

Mrs. Jinjian felt fear. She tightly grasped the wrist of Dai Lin who had just returned from chasing orcs outside the city. She said in a low and depressed tone:

"That's not a battle we can participate in. It's definitely a field that ordinary people can set foot in."

Dai Lin didn't answer.

He just stared at the scene of the hundred-meter-high elemental titan fighting Deathwing with the assistance of the two dragon kings in the distance. This scene is hot enough to make every belligerent feel excited.

But power wasn't the only thing that drew Dailin's attention to it.

The admiral will stare at the face of the elemental titan.

The distance was too far, and even with a telescope, it was difficult to see clearly, but the outline formed by the flowing water on the cheek of the stinky pirate made Dai Lin feel rare in his heart.

The terrible and wild conjecture in his heart seemed to be confirmed.

This made Dai Lin clenched her fists.

His breathing became rapid.

"We must go to support!"

He said to Mrs. Jin Jian:

"Our daughter is still in that city, she must be very helpless right now."

"My Fenner."

Mrs. Jin Jian covered her mouth, tears were about to seep from her eyes, she said:

"She shouldn't have come. She should have stayed at home safely. I spoiled her."

"Don't worry, I'll get her out."

Dai Lin hugged her lover, her eyes narrowed, still fixed on the outline of the huge element's face, his tone was firm, which made Mrs. Jinjian feel the warmth that she could rely on.

But she is a powerful mage after all, and she will be concerned about her daughter's safety. After a short preparation, she let go of Dai Lin's hand and began to prepare a portal to Dalaran.

Dai Lin's great knights and the three high-ranking tidesages who came with him also began to prepare weapon scrolls. These loyal servants wanted to follow their king into the city of hell in front of them.

"You're not really going there, are you?"

The preparation here attracted the attention of Genn Greymane, who was holding the child next to him. The king of Gilneas was holding his son, while using his knowledge of dragons, which he was not proficient in, to introduce the giant flying in the sky to his son. The types of dragons and their names, while whispering to Dai Lin with a solemn face:

"Listen to your little wife, that place is very dangerous now, and you may not be able to come back after you go. I don't want to spend a lot of time crossing the ocean to go to Kul Tiras to attend your funeral.

What do you think they will write on your epitaph?

A reckless fellow more warrior than king? "

"If your daughter was in that city, would you go there?"

Dai Lin asked back in a cold voice.

Gene looked blankly at the cold and angry little mage Jaina behind Dai Lin, and said:

"Your daughter is not behind you. Ah, I understand, yes, you, Dai Lin, not only let the elves commit themselves to you as a lover, but also let such a beautiful woman give birth to a child for you.

How come I didn't see you being so flamboyant before? Sure enough, the sailors on the sea are a bunch of unscrupulous people who can't control their lower body, right? "

"If you have time to make sarcastic remarks here, why not hurry back to your backcountry."

Dai Lin was a little annoyed by Gene's sarcasm, and he retorted:

"Deathwing just went crazy and destroyed half of the Silverpine Forest. You will be troubled by the refugee problem on the northern border of Gilneas."

"Aren't I leaving now?"

Gene put Prince Liam in his arms on the ground, patted the dust on himself, and glanced at the portal leading to the Gilneas Royal City that the Gilneas royal mages were opening behind him.

Before leaving with his queen, Gene hesitated, took two Gilneas-style firecrackers from the guarding knight beside him, and handed them to Dai Lin.

These two guns are absolute masterpieces of craftsmanship.

They are both gorgeous and practical. Under the large-caliber muzzle, there is also a sharp short-bladed bayonet fixed. When necessary, these two guns can be used as gun blades.

On the handle of the firecracker, there is also the private seal of the Greymane family, which represents that this is the beloved object of King Jinn.

In the scuffle with the orcs just now, Jin and his queen Mia killed at least six green skins with these two guns.

"Take it, Dailin."

Gene bumped Dailin's shoulder and whispered:

"Don't tell others that I gave it to you, I didn't prepare a 'gift' for them. If you can come back from that damn hell city alive, remember to pay it back later.

It was my birthday present from King Magni of the Dwarves and Mekkatorque, the High Tinker of the Gnomes, during the war two years ago. I've killed at least two Orc warlords with it. "

"Only two?"

Dai Lin grinned, took the two firecrackers, looked them over and over again, put them in her waist again, and said:

"Then you are blessed with these two guns. Let me take them there and give them a real 'fuck'. Thanks, Gene, although you are a coward, I don't hate you anymore."

"It's better to be a coward than a brave man who is willing to die."

Gene didn't think so.

He served in the army on the border of Lordaeron with Dai Lin incognito when he was young. Although these two middle-aged people always like to make some nasty jokes when they are together, they are indeed friends.

Of course, this is in the absence of national interests.

"Good luck and be careful."

Jin finally said something, and at the urging of Queen Mia, he took his son's hand and walked towards the portal under the protection of Gilnean guards.

While walking, little prince Liam was still asking his father questions:

"Father, who is stronger between you and Dailin Uncle? Alsace's big brother said that Dailin Uncle is stronger."

"Don't listen to that silly boy's nonsense. If I become powerful, there will be nothing wrong with the idiot Dai Lin. When I was young, I beat him down."

Gene replied.

He and his son disappeared into the portal.

On the other side, the weary Pope also stood on the city wall. He leaned on his sacred staff and looked at the afterglow of the end of Dalaran. The battle of the giant dragon surprised the well-informed old man.

And the deathmatch between the dragon kings was full of an aura of extinction.

If he was a less firm believer, seeing this supernatural scene in front of him would be enough to break his faith.

After all, the holy light he believed in was almost meaningless in the situation before him.

"Your Majesty, the Green Dragon Legion has just sent envoys. They are rescuing the innocent civilians in the city, but the border of Lake Lordamere has been completely broken, and the Silverpine Forest is shaking everywhere. They need our assistance and guidance."

The great knight Uther hurried up the city wall and whispered to the Pope:

"We have to find a safe sanctuary."

"Can't Lordaeron City work?"

Mian Xia asked softly.

The big knight hesitated, and his voice was lighter and said:

"King Terenas is in the city to rescue his people, the city has suffered heavy damage from the previous chaos, and we can't confirm whether the battle of the three-headed dragon king will affect .

I mean, we should probably send innocent people farther. "

"It's here! We don't have so much time to waste, we need to ask the dragons to rescue more people as soon as possible."

His Majesty clasped his fingers, and said in a deep voice:

"I will hold up the Holy Light and protect my people. Before I fall, no one can hurt them again. You all go! Go to Dalaran, take the silver hand, and save everyone in that city come out."

"My lord! Your body has been"

Uther still wanted to persuade, but seeing Fao's firm eyes, he knew that he couldn't persuade this old man who was getting older and more stubborn.

"Paladins! Assemble!"

Uther turned around and shouted at the paladins of the Church of the Holy Light on the city wall, and soon, the knights and priests who had just hunted down the orcs and were still very tired gathered on the city wall.

All the great knights who can fight are here, and no one chooses to back down.

"Madam Jinjian, please open the portal wider."

The big knight raised his silver hand and yelled at Dai Lin.

Ms. Jin Jian nodded, and with the help of the two elf mages beside her, she expanded the portal she had already opened by two circles, enough for the paladins to enter in line.

Just as the two groups of people were about to set off, there was a sudden commotion under the city wall.

Uther looked back, and found that Anduin Lothar, wearing a soldier's cloak, was striding up the city wall surrounded by a group of people. Beside him were Varian Wrynn, Muradin and Vladimir. Stad, and Grand Knight Bolvar Fordragon of Stormwind.

Except for Varian, all of these people were injured. Those orc chiefs who disappeared in Silverpine Forest are really not easy to mess with.

"Marshal, you should go to rest."

The tall paladin Alexandros Mograine said in a deep voice:

"I know you worry about the people, but now that you are the wounded, don't."

"Aren't you going to make trouble?"

Lothar shook his head. He looked around and found that many people were looking at him, including some Lordaeron soldiers, and some veterans who came to guard the city wall spontaneously in some cities.

He thought for a while, then said aloud:

"I want to go to Dalaran with you, don't rush to object, listen to me."

He stretched out his hand, and Varian took off the emperor's sword on his back and handed it to Lothar. Lothar, whose face was pale because of the orc's poison, could still feel the surge in his body. s pain.

Enduring the pain, he lifted Stromkar high in his hand.

He shouted to everyone around him:

"I don't think you all have forgotten that a year ago, during the decisive battle on the Burning Plains, the Gate of Warriors opened in the sky, and the golden Valkyries who flew into the Hall of Valor with their brave soldiers.

Many people are discussing the significance of those things, why they appeared before but disappeared mysteriously, and why I still insist on coming back here despite knowing that the northern border is in danger.

Do I really want to be emperor?

I think you are all thinking about this question, and you have the answer in your mind. But today I want to tell you, no! I didn't come back to Northern Xinjiang just to become emperor.

Nor do I carry this sword with me to tell others about my glorious family heritage.

This sword is a key, gentlemen.

It symbolizes the future of human civilization, the supreme power that we can touch as human beings and the final return of our souls.

I'm going to show it to you.

I was going to declare my mission in a more formal setting, but what could be more courageous than stepping into the battlefield before us?

Demons, dragons and evils are waging war on our land without our permission. They trample on our country and our dignity, and regard our people as ants that can be killed at any time!

They question our courage in defense of our fellow men, they laugh at the sword we swing at them, they think we are weak, they think we are not worth mentioning.

But they are wrong.

They will soon see the wrath of man, and they will taste our wrath! "

Lothar stopped, his arm had just been bandaged, but now he stubbornly raised his hand, wiped the blade with his fingers, dripped blood on the blade, and raised the emperor's sword high again.

He shouted to the sky in ancient vrykul:

"I! Anduin Lothar! A direct descendant of Thoradin! He who bears Stromkar!

I pray that the gate of the Hall of Valor will be opened to my people from now on, and I pray that all fighters who fight for justice can enter the heaven of that warrior after death.

I appeal to the Hall of Valor and Odin, the Lord of War, to witness the revenge and glory of mankind.

I hereby request, begin the test of human courage!

We will prove that we will never give in, no matter in the face of trolls, dragons, or demons, we will win glory for the living and complete revenge for the dead under the witness of our ancestors! "

"hum"

Amidst the reverberation of Lothar's call, the haze opened above the sky.

The Rainbow Bridge that once appeared in the decisive battle of the Burning Plain reappeared. In the reverberation of the ancient Galar horn, Odin, sitting on the clouds, posed a posture of admiring the war on his golden throne. .

In the hall below him, countless heroic warriors were looking at the place of war, among which some small heroes were particularly excited. They were all humans selected to enter the Hall of Valor in the decisive battle on the Burning Plain.

The huge golden titan, Odin, who is the king of war, propped his chin with his left hand, and said with great interest:

"The burning land, the demons are raging, the decisive battle between the fallen dragon and the guardian dragon, what a battlefield, it will make the brave go forward happily, and make the coward retreat in fear.

The battlefield is the real place of salvation, weak humans, let me see your courage.

I declare.

The test of human courage begins! "

(end of this chapter)