The terrain of the world of Azeroth has changed several times in history, usually accompanied by disasters. After the night elves detonated their Well of Eternity 10,000 years ago to fight against the Burning Legion, the continent was permanently destroyed.
Sexually torn apart, the two largest continents are on both sides of the world, and there is a permanently frozen land of frost located at the North Pole of the world.
But this is not all the land in the world. There are also some islands. For example, on the vast South China Sea, there are islands dotted here and there. On the golden sea route of civilization, islands different from the mainstream civilization have also sprouted in these islands.
culture.
At the location where the Well of Eternity exploded, it is said that the area where the real world was washed away formed a strange whirlpool. It was the most majestic natural wonder that can be found on the endless sea, and the water from the entire world poured into it.
In the circulation of a giant vortex the size of a city, it was injected into another vast space under the world.
In the superstitious legends of sailors, it is the entrance to the abyss of Hades.
But this is not the case. There are indeed secrets in the Maelstrom, but they have nothing to do with the Hell Abyss... And on the sea to the east of the Maelstrom, there is an archipelago that is slightly smaller than the mainland. Those islands that existed in ancient times
Civilization lives its own quiet life on this undisturbed archipelago.
However, now that the whole world is beginning to be disrupted, it is estimated that these quiet days will not last long.
"Look, there, above the clouds! A golden demiplane invisible to mortals."
In the easternmost part of the Broken Islands, between the mountains and land called Stormheim, the Dread Lord Varimathras, disguised as a human explorer, pointed to the sky at the end of the mountains and said to his companions:
"Valaghar, the Hall of Valor above the clouds. According to the records in the Cassanatir book, it is the area where the Titan Guardian Odin was sealed, and the Shield of Aggramar, one of the Pillars of Creation, was also hidden.
There, that's our goal."
"It seems difficult to get in. We have to think of other ways."
Another fear lord, Balnazzar, scratched his chin, a cunning light flashed in his eyes:
"I heard that the lord of the Hell Abyss in this world, Hela, the God of Death, has a deep hatred for Odin. Maybe we can make use of this hatred. Gee, I like hatred the most. As long as this thing is used well
, simply indestructible.”
"Well, that's what I thought too."
Varimathras snorted, and he threw a dark green legion beacon stone into the forest not far away. Just a moment later, in the sky of Stormfjord, a dark green legion gate appeared.
Just as the swirling evil energy was dissipating, it slowly took shape.
"There are no ghostly Dark Blade Undead coming to cause trouble here. The legion's power can be gathered here. Another Pillar of Creation is on the High Ridge above the mountains. The legion's sea of demons can push it all the way through...
.Uh, wait, why did Mal'Ganis' soul suddenly return to the Twisting Nether? What's going on? Isn't it supposed to gather its remaining power in the northern border?"
A trace of surprise flashed across Varimathras's face. He looked back at Balnazzar behind him. The latter had his eyes closed and seemed to be making difficult contact with his companions among the stars. After a few minutes, Balnazzar
Zar wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned back to Varimathras:
"The undead of the Dark Blade rushed into the northern border. Mal'Ganis provoked the Death Lord under Tyrion in Stratholme City, but was killed by the other party... The Cult of the Curse under it was also killed by the Undead of the Dark Blade.
One pot is served...Tsk, tsk, these dead people are really cruel."
"Dry!"
Varimathras cursed. He turned back to look at the demons rushing out of the Legion Gate, and said viciously and with a twisted look on his face:
"Ever since Tyrion and his Dark Blade appeared, the world has become increasingly evil. We have to find a way to divert their attention. Speaking of which, can we still contact Maronos? That's all in our heads.
What is the muscle destroyer doing now?”
"Wait a moment, I'll contact Bain Holler. That old guy is now sent to the hinterland of Kalimdor."
Balnazar took out a legion communication stone. After a moment, the upper body of Bernholler appeared above the communication stone in the form of light and shadow. This cunning Dread Lord looked at his companions and said softly:
"Malonos and his demon army have entered Felwood. Now I am with it. We have built a defense line here called Shadow Keep. Is your operation going smoothly?"
"It's hard to say right now."
Varimathras said to his compatriots on another continent:
"The locations of the two Pillars of Creation have now been determined. We are trying to find ways to infiltrate them, but it is best not to let other forces turn their attention now. So, can you think of ways to attract their attention?"
"You mean, let us die?"
Bernholler said dissatisfiedly:
"Even a powerful man like Maronos can't break through the obstruction of the night elves' demigods. If he rushes out at all costs, it's easy to step into the trap of those cunning guys. Besides, that stupid big guy won't listen.
My, all the abyss lords are like this and do their own thing."
"No no no!"
Varimathras shook his head, a hint of darkness flashed in his eyes, and he reminded:
"I mean, do you remember those orcs? I heard that they are now operating on the east coast of Kalimdor. The demon blood they drank back then was the furious blood of Maronoth. They thought they were free.
But that's not actually the case. As long as you tempt them to drink the blood of Mannoroth again... you will instantly have hundreds of thousands more brave orc servants in Kalimdor... You understand me
Do you mean it?"
"Well, this is a good idea worth trying. I understand... Let's wait for the news."
A flash of light flashed in Bernholler's eyes. He hung up the communication stone. Varimathras and Balnazzar looked at each other. Then, the two Dreadlords who had smuggled into the Broken Islands looked back.
Behind them, between the land and mountains of Stormheim, a demon army has slowly taken shape.
What's even better is that the world outside the Broken Isles has been turned into a pot of porridge, and no one will interrupt their "excavation" work.
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With the order from the King of the Dark Blade, the entire northern Xinjiang war group entered the final state of war. Although due to some "mistakes" within the Dark Blade, the human empire's portal self-rescue operation could not be stopped by the undead in time.
Discovery, but based on the current results, the Dark Blade battle group that came out in full force still achieved a lot.
In less than a day, they captured Andorhal, Lordaeron, Stratholme and Eagle's Nest Mountain. Although most of the civilians had left through the portal, there were still some remaining people who were killed by the Dark Blade.
The capture, especially of Stratholme, where civil strife broke out, gave the Dark Blade Legion a "big gift" of 60,000 civilians at once.
At this moment, the Dark Blade soldiers in Northern Xinjiang, led by their commanders, have rushed towards the last human stronghold on that land, which is the Whispering Coast located in the north of Lordaeron's Tirisfa region.
The location of the empire's last maritime power, a super-large port for transporting civilians.
It is said that after Prince Arthas gathered there with the last refugees from Lordaeron, the number of civilians waiting for transportation by the imperial fleet at that port has reached more than 1.5 million, which is already comparable to the population of Stromgard.
Already.
However, the war in the interior of Northern Xinjiang does not seem to have spread to the entrance area of Northern Xinjiang, which is the Arathi Highlands where the Human Empire and the Dark Blade Legion once faced off.
Although the Death Lord Danaus Trollbane who is stranded here has two battle groups, "Hellfire" and "Storm", it only takes a wave of all-out charge to destroy Stromgarde, which has been weakened by demons.
It was completely taken down, but the death lord who went his own way never gave the order for a general attack.
A few days ago, the soldiers of Darkblade had completely besieged Stromgarde from three directions. This siege was impenetrable, but the last two legions of the Kingdom of Stromgard did not give it a try, but died.
The dead turtle huddled in the deepest part of the dilapidated castle.
His Majesty Garin Trollbane and his loyal soldiers were clinging to this "Dead Land" that had lost 70% of its defense capabilities. The living supplies were still sufficient, but after witnessing the battle of demons raging across the human land,
Their morale is already very low.
But even so, no one offered to surrender, no one was willing to surrender. This is not a war between kingdoms. Even if you surrender, you will only lose honor and land. This is a war between the living and the dead. Those who surrender will
Completely losing everything, even the most precious life.
But after the seemingly stupid move of defending the castle, in addition to showing the character and honor of the Kingdom of Stromgard, the young King Garin actually had another plan.
At this time, on the bay sentry post behind Stromgarde, two knights were manipulating telescopes and looking vigilantly at the sea surface of the wetland behind them. They held pocket watches in their hands and kept counting the time, as if they were waiting for something.
things happen.
"Why haven't you come yet?"
A soldier whispered: "Do you think we can really trust those people? After all, they are just a group of stinky pirates that smell disgusting... Why does your Majesty trust them so much?"
"Don't be stupid, Corporal."
Another veteran scolded him. He took the telescope and carefully searched the sea surface. He said:
"The king doesn't trust those pirates either, but we have no other choice."
The young soldier took out a red sausage from the pocket behind him and said to the veteran curiously while eating it:
"I have heard from my parents since I was a child about the covenant between the Trollbane family and the Blackwater Pirates. I thought it was a lie. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a story that really happened... But will those pirates really fulfill their promise?
?”
"Well, who knows?"
The veteran sighed:
"After all, that happened more than 100 years ago. It is said that because of some special events, the late king kindly allowed the distressed pirates to rest in the Gulf of Defar, and also allowed them to use this hidden bay as a supply point. During these more than 100 years,
Those pirates would stop here from time to time, and the royal family did have dedicated people to deal with them, but most of the time it was just an exchange of information."
"Those pirates will occasionally give some gifts to the king, but it's really hard to tell if they risk offending the undead to support the last legions of the Kingdom of Stromgard... Wait, on the sea, to the south!
Look over there, is that a ship?"
Hearing the veteran's order, the young soldier hurriedly stuffed the red sausage into his mouth, chewed it, and turned the telescope to the south. He carefully adjusted the magnification of the telescope. After a while, the young soldier shouted:
"No, that's not a ship... that's... that's a fleet! Hanging the flag of the Blackwater Pirates, holy light above, they are really coming!"
In the sight of the young soldier, a fleet of nearly 30 large and small ships was rushing along the outer sea of the wetland to the Diffal Bay of Stromgarde. The white water splashing across the sea was
It was so clear, and the Blackwater flag hung on the mast of the fleet. In the past, this pirate flag could only make people feel anger and fear, but today, it strangely represents hope.
"Go and inform His Majesty! Reinforcements are coming!"
While the veteran hurriedly raised a strange black flag to the sentry post behind the castle, he shouted to the young soldier:
"Let our legions prepare, we are leaving! No one will die at the hands of the undead, and the legacy of Stromgard will continue!"
"Yes, I'll go right away!"
Different from the cheers in Stromgarde, on the flagship of the Blackwater Pirates fleet sailing on the sea, a goblin wearing a sailor hat stepped on a box and played with the monocular telescope in his hand while looking at the tall man next to him.
The black-skinned tauren with the red captain's hat said:
"Captain Heavy Fist... No, Mr. Heavy Fist, I don't know why you are so crazy that you insist on coming to save these defeated soldiers of the human kingdom, but listen to me... The fleet is already very concerned about your deviant behavior.
Not satisfied."
"Those idiots have no idea what I'm doing! Neither do you, Fisk!"
The tauren captain named Heavy Fist blew out two streams of white air from his nostrils with a golden nose ring. His voice was like muffled thunder. He looked at the walls of Stromgarde and said in a deep voice:
"That damn undead Buddy Moore bloodbathed the entire Booty Bay. Brother Cape died tragically in their hands. I must avenge my boss! The Dark Blade has driven us out of Booty Bay. Just like driving us away.
Like dogs, and now, their fleet is still trying to drive us out of the South China Sea, are we just going to be beaten passively?"
"No! We must teach them a lesson! Let them know that the free Blackwater pirates will never bow to those damn dead people!"
This bloody shout made the scumbag sailors on the deck cheer. In the cheers, a treacherous light flashed in Mr. Punch's eyes. He lowered his voice and said to the goblin at his feet.
:
"Of course, what's more important is... His Majesty Galin is willing to use all the gold coins in the treasury of the Kingdom of Stromgard to buy a life for him and his soldiers. Moreover, even though he has already turned against the Dark Blade Undead,
We urgently need to find a strong ally, and the Human Empire is very suitable. My friend Fisk, this rescue trip is actually a good deal, isn't it?"
Tell me loudly, which tauren is the most handsome!!! Of course it’s Mr. Punch~
