Last week, I continued my exploration of Azeroth…this island was infested with ghostly paladins, but I made quick work of them.
This trek was primarily through Alliance lands, and I stopped to marvel at their many stone-wrought outposts in the midst of the murk.
Looking closely at this ruin, I could almost make out a beak and some beady little eyes, but it could be that the afternoon sun was playing tricks on me.
Hmmm, this Grim Batol fortress has a mighty impressive door. Alas, I lack any skill with the lockpicking, so I wasn’t able to get a peek inside. But judging by the numerous dragons guarding the path, I suspect that door is keeping us away from something very interesting indeed.
After leaving the Dwarven settlement, I headed to the desert, and found myself drawn to these shiny marks on the ground. Who put them here? What were they meant for?
I shook off the heat by traversing the cool expanse of Duskwood. This monument to a fallen hero caught my eye. I stayed by this waterfall for a while, contemplating the beauty I’d seen on my trek so far.
For example, I came upon this beautiful Elven glade, with another of those strange green portals. At least this one didn’t have any dragons guarding it.
Out in Westfall, I found a cabin that would be perfect for hunting season. Pre-decorated even. Alas, I suppose the woman working in the fields would not be enthusiastic about sharing her home with a Forsaken.
Onward…to see where all this molten lava is coming from…
We have some of these hooded statues on one of our skyscrapers downtown. They must have had the same architect…This looks like the type of place where they serve uninvited guests like myself for lunch.
After hightailing it out of there I took a shortcut through Blackrock Mountain. Mmmmm tharr be dragons in there (points to the terrace.)
This shortcut didn’t turn out so well. It appears I never did bother to get the key to this gate. Ah well. The long way ’round it is!
I do wonder what that dwarf is smelting?
My journey came to an end at the Valley of the Kings. Weary from the ram-mounted dwarves chasing me hither and yon, I took this as a good place to hearth and call it a night, and filed away Explorer amongst my honorary titles.
Azeroth, it was lovely to revisit you. Stay beautiful.