Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 1 Wedge. Drake's Last Day

  In the blazing waters of Khaz Modan, only the last battleship of the Kul Tiras Third Fleet advance detachment remained, struggling on the sea.

  No one thought that the orcs who came from another world and broke through the gate of darkness, overturned most of the eastern continent and destroyed the Kingdom of Stormwind, they would choose to cross the sea today to attack the Hillsbrad Hills.

   No one would have thought that the orcs also dispatched a red dragon **** that should not exist in the mortal war.

   Those **** greenskin destroyers are not as reckless and stupid as they seem.

   There are also wise men among them. When the raid started, they used the only war card in their hands that could suppress the Kul Tiras fleet.

   That is a dragon!

   A creature that exists only in human legends!

   Who would have thought that these rude orcs could actually control them?

   "The red dragon is here! Be careful! Avoid!"

   On the deck of the flagship of the advance fleet "Dreadnought", the navigator's elongated voice and the alarm bell sounded.

   But the sound of heavy objects falling from higher altitudes, mixed with the sound of the burning sea, was more piercing than the alarm bells, making everyone who was still alive terrified at this moment.

  Prince Drake Proudmoore, wearing a Kul Tiras navy coat and royal sash, was bloodied, and at his feet lay the corpses of four orc warriors.

   The deck of the ignited battleship was already tilted, and the tired prince holding the sword raised his head, and saw a red dragon hovering in the sky, constantly spewing dragon fire from his mouth, igniting the rear deck of the Dreadnought.

  The scales on the huge creature reflected firelight, and in the huge dragon eyes, the light of chaos and madness shone, and it was like a world-destroying beast crawling out of hell.

   "Dragon!"

   In the chaos, the young prince knew that he would not be able to live today.

  Before fate came, he never imagined that he would die with such a scene.

  Before he set sail this time, he never imagined that an ordinary transport and patrol mission would end in such a way.

   But as a member of the Proudmoore family, even at the moment of his death, he must learn from his father and never live as a coward.

   He is the king of Kul Tiras, the son of Admiral Daelin Proudmoore!

   He is the older brother of Jaina Proudmoore and Tan Reid Proudmoore!

   He is the prince of the kingdom of Kul Tiras!

   He is the commander of this fleet!

   He's going to die like a man!

At the last moment of his life, His Royal Highness    was still full of passion. He tore off the blood-stained sash on his body and spat a mouthful of **** saliva at his feet.

   grabbed another silver anchor pendant from his chest and clasped it tightly in his hand.

   "Orcs! Come! Come and kill me!"

Prince    raised his head, and his eyes were full of grief and anger. In the roar of the last battle cry, the orc knight above his head also saw the broken royal cloak on Prince De.

   It suddenly lit up.

   The fierce and ugly orc roared, pulled up the reins, made the red dragon circle in the air, and rushed towards the prince below.

   The red dragon's mouth is full of dragon fire.

   At the moment when it was swept down, flames shot out, and the scorching flames came towards him. The blood-soaked prince fastened the pendant in his hand. He closed his eyes, and the sword in his hand fell.

   "I'm sorry, Father, I let you down. I have no chance to complete my mission and return the tainted sacred artifact to its masters."

   "I'm sorry, mother, I have no chance to return to my hometown, please don't cry for me."

   "I'm sorry, Anna, Tanred, my brother can't accompany you anymore, you must protect Kul Tiras for me.

farewell.

my hometown.

My Homeland.

my family. "

   "Boom"

   This dragon fire was like a warhammer, slamming on the deck of the battleship, smashing it all apart, and igniting the ammunition depot, and the debris of the battleship that exploded and broke was scattered everywhere.

   Covered the entire sea with a layer of burning fire.

   The Orc Dragoon who killed an important target roared excitedly. Just now, he got an opportunity to become a tribal hero, and he seized that opportunity.

   He'll be the Horde's new war star!

   He will become a respected Overseer like Grom Hellscream, and he will have his own clan because of this wonderful kill!

   With the excited roar of the orcs, he and his red dragon went to the sky.

   He will bring this good news to the warchief.

   The generous Orgrim Doomhammer Warchief will reward him for this!

   (end of this chapter)