MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1874 2. If you want any foreplay, you're done

   Chapter 1874 2. Whatever foreplay you want, it's over

  No one can tell when the devil came.

   It was as if the music and dance were peaceful and harmonious yesterday, but after getting up and going to the toilet this morning, the demons of the entire universe began to sharpen their heads and drill into the ordinary world of Azeroth.

   boldly glanced at the sky.

  Ho, good guy!

   There was a crack in the sky, and there were demons crawling out of the dark green cracks, just like the end of the world in a third-rate movie.

A farmer in the Westfall can kill several demon rats with a rake when he is hoeing grass on his farm. If he has a better tone, he can also encounter a kid who is running around and burn his knees or give a hungry demon hound a bite. meal or something.

   In short, the whole world was in chaos overnight.

  Even if they had already mobilized in an all-round way, at this stage of "homeland defense", the king and commanders did not expect the militiamen who had assembled and trained for half a month to defeat the demons that came out of their nests.

   They just have to do their best to protect themselves.

  The temporary fortresses in various places are not necessarily strong, but they are better than having enough weapons. Holy water is counted by barrels. As long as they gather together and clench their teeth, they can at least hold back the invasion of those inferior demons.

   But while the "Farmer vs. Cerberus" is being staged in these marginal areas, there are also many big scenes in strategic locations, such as Blackrock Mountain, where Chief Red has been on the front line since last night.

  In order to boost morale, the fat orc even went into battle under the protection of a team of Kor'kron guards to show his bravery by beheading a poked, dying Fel Lord.

   Alas, that embarrassment, needless to say.

   "Mother! There are too many demons!"

   On the high black stone platform that once belonged to His Highness Nefarian, Red wiped the sweat from his fat face, then took up the binoculars and glanced at the Burning Plain.

   The dark sea of ​​demons is rolling over, and the big doom lords and abyss lords are mixed in it, and the sky is even more dread demons flying around to block the sight.

   There is also a towering Fel Gate in the distance, which makes people tremble.

   "Can you stand it?"

  Reid whispered, his posture was not like an orc chieftain who has always been known for his bravery, but like a cunning goblin prince.

   "Don't worry, you can stand it."

   Elder Drek'Thar, who was sitting behind Reid, was injured in the world of Argus, and he was being pushed by Thrall, who had returned from a study tour in Draenor, in a wheelchair.

   That's right, the Titan Iron Wheelchair that Grom Hellscream was sitting on.

   Not only does it sit comfortably and is not afraid of rough roads, but when necessary, it can even pick up a wheelchair and smash the skull of a demon.

   Unlike Reid, this great shaman is blind but has a real orc temperament in his heart. He hid his little contempt for Reid and said warmly:

   "Valok was on the front line to supervise the battle, and the demons rushed all night without even breaking through the first line of defense.

  Although there are also reasons why we orc warriors got rid of the curse of demon blood and resumed their bravery, but the complete failure of the terrifying command system of the Burning Legion is also an important reason.

  If they used to be feared destruction tanks, now they are crowd tactics that look great but are much less powerful.

   As long as the supplies of the Dark Iron dwarves are in time, we can hold on. "

   "But it's not a long-term solution, Master."

  The young Thrall also expressed his opinion with the Doomhammer on his back. This green skin with rare blue eyes looked at the chaotic battlefield below and whispered:

   "Although the demons have lost their former soldiers, their numerical superiority is terrifying. Our warriors will be tired, but the demons will not. Our warriors are afraid of death, but the demons regard death as home.

   Their portals are constantly feeding new cannon fodder, but one less of our warriors dies.

   The current advantage is only temporary. After the number of demons exceeds a limit, the defense line of Black Rock Mountain will quickly fall, and the next is the most brutal defensive battle. "

  Thrall stopped, he glanced at Red's eyes, and whispered:

   "We have to destroy the portal."

   "Across the entire battlefield?"

  Reid snorted, waved his hand and said:

   "It's a child's idea. As a chief, I must be responsible for the lives of soldiers. I don't agree!"

   But Drek'Thar ignored Reid's opinion, and was just a fart as the warchief. He turned around and said to Overseer Eitrigg and Thrall behind him:

   "Your idea is correct, but the commanders who can fight well are on the front line, and I can't interfere with their battles, so you must implement your proposal yourself.

   This is also an ancient tradition of our orcs in wartime. A true orc warlord must prove himself to his compatriots with his exploits. "

   "I'm going right now."

  Thrall took over this duty without fear, and Overseer Eitrigg also nodded and said to the old shaman:

   "I will draw some elites from the recruits for him."

   "Let Garrosh take someone!"

  Reid glanced at the blind old shaman, then waved his hand and shouted:

   "I prefer Garrosh."

   "That's it!"

   Drek'Thar sighed, and expressed regret for the pattern of the Red Chieftain, thought about it, and said:

"Let the five juniors go! Each person leads a team, which is both a mission and a spur, whoever destroys the most portals will be the boss! Our generation will fade out of the top after this battle, since young people are aggressive Just let them go.

   This battle is both a threat and an opportunity.

   All the great chiefs and warlords fought out from the fire of war, so be it. "

   "You're immortal! What did you mean by that sigh just now?"

  Red was instantly angry.

   The Great Chief, who felt humiliated, rushed over to grab Drek'Thar's neck and shouted:

   "You are mocking me, aren't you? You must be mocking me, right? Why am I not a hero fighting in the fire? You were hiding in Alterac and raising pigs when I killed Gul'dan."

   "What's crazy?"

  The old shaman waved his hand, and a precise lightning bolt made Reid fall down tremblingly and get up with black smoke. Drek'Thar leaned on the wheelchair and cursed:

   "I'm ashamed to say, what's the situation with Gul'dan, do you really think we don't know?

Reid, you are good at economics, and the exchange of prisoners of war will also make you famous. It is your strength to make everyone eat. Everyone is convinced that you are the chief chief. When you die, you will be in the holy mountain of Nagrand. There must be a statue of you below.

   But you are really not good at fighting, so don't interfere. Why don't you go back and continue drinking with your woman and making babies? Anyway, it's the same with or without you. "

   "Ha, then you should have said it earlier."

  Reid became happy all of a sudden, and was about to loosen his armor and leave in a dashing manner. He looked at the strange eyes of the guards around him. He coughed immediately, and said in a low voice with his belly at least eight months pregnant:

   "Cough, this is not good, everyone is fighting with blood to enjoy life as a big chief, the impact is not very good, forget it, I will enjoy it when I win.

   I can stand here as a mascot. "

A group of Kor'kron guards around    lowered their heads.

  It is a shame to have such a big chief.

   But they also saw the sophisticated dwarven weapons in their hands, the majestic and used armor on their bodies, and then they thought of the rations and military supplies that were piled up in the warehouse.

   Even goblin cannons and steam tanks roaring through the battlefield.

  In the past when the orcs were brave but poor, such armament was a luxury they could not even imagine, but now? No matter how unconvinced they were, they had to admit that it was all the work of Reid, whom they looked down on.

   Forget it, pinching your nose to recognize it.

   It is really a good thing to have such a long-sleeved and danceable chief in the rear during the war.

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   "The demons are chopping down trees! Those **** are going to burn down the forest of Ashenvale, this is a desecration of nature!"

  The morning in Ashenvale was still filled with thick gunpowder smoke. The invasion of the Burning Legion that started around the world yesterday afternoon naturally also included Kaldorei's territory.

  Because of some factors in the past, the night elves have been subjected to several times the impact of the demon army than other places.

   But the kingdom of the Moon God is worthy of being the most powerful country in Azeroth. When other places were still fighting with demons, the elves had already defeated the first wave of invading demons in one night.

   Those ripped offal will gather in the final position to burn the mountain, expressing their **** "will to fight" with such bad actions.

  The two raptor druids flapped their wings and flew over the battlefield, chatting with each other while investigating news.

   A female Druid angrily scolded the demon's atrocities, but the elder on the other side didn't answer, where did he go? As a veteran who participated in the battle of the ancients, he had seen the battle of Suramar with his own eyes.

   "Transmit information back to Mount Hyjal."

  The old Druid flapped his wings and said to his apprentice:

   "Inform Lord Malfurion that the Ashenvale frontline battle is over, all units are defending the repair front, and a new fel vortex has appeared near Linsong Temple, and the second wave of demonic attacks is already brewing.

  They failed. Next time, more demons will definitely be sent. It will be a tough fight.

   Also, prepare Mount Hyjal.

  The demons can't eat Ashenvale and may end their attack on our base camp. "

"receive!"

   The young Druid nodded his elegant beak, and flexibly changed direction in the air and rushed towards Mount Hyjal, while the old Druid continued to investigate.

   As a warrior who participated in the ancient battle, he also tasted a different feeling from this demon invasion.

  The night elves in 10,000 years are very powerful, but in turn these demons seem to have become "weak".

   does not refer to their individual quality. The terrifying demons are still very sturdy one-on-one, but the chaos in large-scale battles is obvious to all.

They seem to have degenerated overnight from a horrific army of killing machines to a group of wild beasts screaming and screaming. During last night's battle, the old Druid saw a large group of chaotic demons being introduced by a small group of huntresses. In the trap laid out in advance, the activated forest awakened by the druids devoured it.

   The whole process did not take ten minutes.

   This is unimaginable 10,000 years ago. The Burning Legion at that time would not have made such a low-level mistake. Only by killing the demon commander at the risk of death would it be possible to throw a demon army into chaos.

   "So, what is the true meaning of the Battle of Argus here?"

   The old druid lowered his flying heights while thinking. He was also an elf warrior who participated in the Battle of Argus, and he and Lord Deerhelm stood at the port of Hope when the battle was fierce.

   Only three of the thirty druids who went with him came back, but at this moment, after seeing the chaos of the Burning Legion with his own eyes, the old elf realized the true meaning of the battle.

It is said that the eredar demons broke away from the Burning Legion, and the Nathrezim demons in charge of intelligence also betrayed the Dark Titan. After losing the two most intelligent and often commanding demon populations, the quality of the Burning Legion plummeted. .

  What abyss lords have come to the front line commander!

   As far as the brains of the Anehran demons are concerned, can they be commanders?

The old elf's mind was a little fuzzy. It was probably the confusion of the demons that let him relax his vigilance, but he soon suffered. , barely dodging a few shadow arrows, before being pierced by a flying fel halberd, screaming and falling to the ground.

  The old Druid has a lot of fighting experience. When he landed, he turned into a big quail and summoned the moonfire technique to attack the wandering demons that came around. A large number of demon hounds were commanded by a succubus who lost his wings to devour him.

   Several demon guards rushed up angrily.

   You can tell from the look of them that these guys are a group of rout soldiers in hiding, and the anger of this defeat burns their minds and makes them even more insane.

   Soon the old Druid was in a desperate situation. He turned into a giant bear and slapped the hound wildly, but his fists were invincible and his four hands were quickly bitten and his whole body was injured.

  In desperation, he wanted to throw the seeds of the piranha to die, but when the seeds were taken out, he heard the muffled sound of a gun.

   bang.

   The succubus who commanded the Demon Hound was shot to pieces in the head, and then the Hound lost control, and was swept away by the burst of continuous firearms that continuously peeled beans.

Leaning against the tree, the blood-covered old Druid raised his head in amazement, and saw a gloomy white shadow jumping down from the top of the forest like a ghost, the blood claws swung like a butcher's knife, and with a few swipes, it was just before the bullet. With support, several fleeing demon guards fell to the ground.

   There are only two people!

   The old Druid felt very clearly, two life breaths were nearby, but these two people cooperated almost perfectly, and they slaughtered this group of defeated soldiers in less than a minute.

At the moment when the last Demon Hound was shot through the chrysanthemum, the white phantom let out a low whimper and came up full of blood. Wearing a hood, he looked at the seriously injured Druid and beat him again with disdain. He snorted and said in a hoarse voice:

   "The quality of the soldiers of the Cenarion Order is getting worse."

   "Wolfman?"

   The old Druid looked at the gloomy wolf kiss under the hood in surprise, but he saw a familiar light in the werewolf's eyes again. After a few seconds, he exclaimed:

   "Isolarius Archdruid? You are not in Gilneas."

   "I'm back, what's up? Was it a surprise?"

  The former leader of the Rende Society, the extreme animal protector Isolarius interrupted the old Druid, he stretched out his furry claws and pulled his compatriots from the ground, saying:

   "Go back to Mount Hyjal, don't disturb our hunting."

   "Hey, old wolf, have you had enough rest?"

A stout voice sounded from the woods, carrying a shotgun on his back and pulling two staggered chains on his body, the old dwarf legendary hunter old Hemet Nesingwary wearing a hunting cap impatiently leaning on the other. The still high sniper rifle shouted while drinking:

   "There's still a lot of fun over there. I don't want to let the demons who set fire to go away. I'm already hungry for bullets. After all, killing a demon hound doesn't count as killing an animal, right?"

  “嘁”

  The werewolf Isolarius pulled his hood impatiently, and while turning his head, he cursed:

   "Does the mark of sin on you idiot hurt?"

   "It doesn't hurt, and it's cool."

   "That doesn't count!"

  Two hunters, one tall and one short, disappeared into the forest while bickering, and a few minutes later, with the roar of wolves and bullets, another hunt began.

   The old Druid was stunned when he saw this scene.

   He seriously doubted whether he was already dead, and all this was just a bizarre dream made by himself!

   This is really a hell, the stubborn and stubborn leader of the Rende Society actually formed a group to kill the devil with their most wanted criminal "The Butcher" Hemet?

  This world is really crazy.

  The old Druid realized at this moment that he was really old, and he could not keep up with the development of the world and the times. Maybe he should retire and go back to the beast den of the Cenarion Order to be a janitor or something.

   "Boom"

   A sudden loud noise interrupted the old Druid's doubts about life. He turned his head and saw that a huge fel energy fissure burst out in the sky in the direction of Lin Song Temple.

   The second wave of the devil's attack is coming!

  These **** really don't even give them a chance to rest.

   (end of this chapter)