Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1519 152. May the living be as firm as the dead --- Jiageng [625]

Bu Laike was enough to be elusive. Now that he got the Scepter of Sargeras, the space and distance in the material world have lost their meaning in front of his eyes.

As long as he wanted, he could cross the whole world from the depths of the jungle of Pandaria to the top of the mountains of Northrend in the blink of an eye, and he could visit every city in the whole world in one day.

Even the barrier between the world and the world.

In the previous naval battle of Quel'Thalas, summoning Maim's Dellano pirate fleet from another world to Azeroth was just an ordinary operation that could be accomplished with the Scepter of Sargeras and the Space Beacon Stone.

Of course, such a level of space manipulation consumes a huge amount of energy for the user, but for Bu Laike, who is a great pirate and a great warlock, such a little mental pressure is not enough to affect his spellcasting precision.

For example, now, with a powerful undead and her big cat, the pirate still used a very chic space teleportation to send him and Windrunner's mother from the Stratholme area to the gate of Narsalas College.

This speed was so fast that General Liresa didn't even react.

She took a look around, then glared at the excited Laike, and said:

"I haven't had time to say goodbye to the Lich King. In your words, this is called fishing at work. Although I don't receive remuneration from His Majesty Lothar, this is too irresponsible."

"Let the supreme Lich King wait, the big thing has to wait until my graduation ceremony is over."

The pirate disappeared in place with a whoosh, and reappeared a second later. He had already changed into a set of standard spellcaster robes from Narthalas Academy, and pretended to be equipped with a magic wand and Gul'dan's robes hanging around his waist. Grimoire of the Great Skull.

Laike coughed a few times, straightened his clothes, held the head of Elisande he had just obtained, and waved a cloud of shadowy flames like smoke flying in his hands.

He looked at Mother Windrunner and said:

"Look, my hunting mentor, do I look like a spellcaster who is about to graduate?"

"Not like."

General Liresa shook her head and said:

"It's like an evil villain who is ready to destroy the world at any time. The Gul'dan I remember doesn't have the evil aura that has formed a halo like you."

"Tch, let's just think you're praising me."

The pirate shrugged his shoulders, and was about to walk into the academy but stopped suddenly, turned his head and looked at General Liresa beside him with a faint gaze.

The mother of the windrunner who looked at her felt uncomfortable for a while, she frowned and said:

"What are you looking at me for?"

"Today is my graduation ceremony, my big day."

The pirate made a very picky expression, looked up and down General Liresa, and said:

"Are you going to be here in this one? How about changing to an evening dress?"

"Did I say you deserve a beating?"

Windrunner's mother's face with "smoky makeup" wrinkled into a "Chuan" shape, and her left hand touched the elf sword at her waist. This dangerous action made the pirate immediately raise her hands and said:

"Okay, okay, an emotional undead like you is really unqualified, so that's it, as long as the person comes, I can't expect too much."

"Hey! Bu Laike, Captain Stinky, what are you still doing standing there?"

The cries of the stupid little star sounded from the academy, and she yelled:

"Come on, everyone is waiting for you. Everyone is waiting to see the demeanor of the first Nazaras student to graduate in 10,000 years. We have also prepared a cool bachelor's hat for you."

——

There was a joyful graduation ceremony in Tol Barad, but there was not much joy in the Quellings cottage that Bo Laike had just left.

This is probably because under the gaze of a group of kings with different expressions, His Majesty Lothar, the Lich King, finally appeared as the villain.

This former great man of mankind did not engage in that long-overdue trick. He almost got stuck in time to appear in front of the king and the high-level officials of various countries. Still wearing the black battle armor he had when he was awakened in the Northshire Abbey, the never-leaving Frostmourne was also held in his hand, but it was not in an attacking posture.

Even so, when seeing this breathtaking magic sword, those old kings who had sat on the throne for a long time and hadn't felt the atmosphere of the battlefield still felt the coolness from the bottom of their hearts.

At this moment, even people who have no concept of power can understand and feel the breath of oppressive soul represented by the man in front of him.

But this breath was not deliberately released by Lothar.

As his connection to Frostmourne grew closer, the majesty of the Lich King grew heavier.

This is still in the case that the Helmet of Domination matching Frostmourne has not been worn yet. Once Lothar gets the helmet of the Lord of the Undead, his will can cover the whole world in an instant.

Only then will the power of the Lich King truly reach its peak.

"sit!"

Lothar walked into the main seat of the hall of the Quellings hut without squinting, and sat on the spiked throne completely shaped by ice in the guard of his three apocalypse knights.

He raised his hand like a master, and said a word in a cold tone.

The other kings looked at each other, and the old King Terenas was the first to sit in his chair with a normal face, and the others also took their seats.

The atmosphere in the hall froze to the extreme for a while.

Everyone knows that Lothar came with a purpose this time, but few people can guess what the Lich King's purpose is.

It was this unknown that terrified them.

Especially when the man in front of him really has the strength to bring the seven kingdoms of mankind together, this kind of fear seems so real.

It's as if there is a ghost lying on the back of the neck, constantly blowing cold air towards the neck.

Such as awn on the back.

In such an uncomfortable atmosphere, Lothar took the initiative to speak.

"I didn't come with destruction, and I don't want to evoke natural disasters to sweep across this continent at this time, although I can do so.

But it's not necessary. "

The hollow voice of the Lich King echoed in the hall, and his eyes did not look at a specific person, as if he was staring at something deeper.

Appears to be out of focus.

But absolutely no one would think that Lothar had lost his mind at this time.

"Before I came, someone had already proved one thing to you with a vivid example. The eastern continent, which is a mess of sand, cannot resist any powerful force."

The Lich King continued in an unhurried tone:

"I think His Majesty the Sun King should understand this deeply, all the paladins and soldiers who participated in the Battle of Quel'Danas Island have also witnessed the destruction of a powerful force.

You all sent reinforcements to Quel'Thalas, even the kaldorei from as far away as Kalimdor.

But the result of the war is still a defeat.

Miserably failed.

You cannot even counter effectively against Queen Azshara and her armies of the deep. But Queen Azshara was the loser of that war 10,000 years ago.

If you can't even resist her majesty, how can you resist the Burning Legion that is destined to come next?

I know that before the disaster in the distance turns into a sword of reality and pierces your chest, some people always think that the disaster in the story will not fall on their heads.

Once, I was such a naive person.

But your undercover backstabs taught me this homely truth.

We must be prepared for all possible dangers, whether we like it or not, those real threats will not change because of our thoughts.

This is what I want to say to you today. "

Lothar paused, his eyes swept over everyone in the silent hall in front of him, and he continued to say in that empty tone:

"I chose to hold on to Frostmourne because I don't want to suffer a tragic defeat in the next war. I and my undead Scourge are ready to face the demons.

I'm pretty confident I can beat them on my turf, but sadly, Northrend isn't the only continent in this world.

I have said the same thing once in Northshire.

Now I repeat.

I want to win!

Whoever hinders my victory is my enemy.

Whoever helps me win is my friend! "

The Lich King shook his head, and in the icy wind, he said:

"Everyone, do you understand what I mean?"

The other kings looked at each other, only the Sun King nodded seriously, and the old King Terenas seemed to have guessed Lothar's expression a long time ago, and he nodded slightly.

But just when everyone thought it was over, a young man stood up.

There was a loud bang.

A sword was stuck on the table in front of Lothar.

The familiar hilt and strange shape of the blade made all the humans in the hall exclaim in surprise, and even the old King Terenas who had just closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief stood up on the spot in shock.

And Lothar and King Ryan and the Grand Lich Antonidas behind him widened their eyes.

Yrel didn't know the legend of this sword, and she couldn't understand the significance of this sword to human civilization, so she was very curious about the reaction of everyone in front of her.

"I have a better idea, Marshal Lothar His Majesty Lothar."

Varian Wrynn, who changed into a blue king's robe, wore an iron crown, and shaved his beard and straightened his hair, stood where he was. He said to Lothar:

"Human civilization in a mess can't do anything!

Many lessons in the past few years have warned us of this cruel fact. If human beings continue to divide, we are destined to become the laughing stock of the entire Azeroth!

We are no longer able to compete with elves, dwarves and trolls, and we will be the losers in their mouths.

This is not what I want to see.

I believe this is not what you want to see either. "

Varian's words were very dangerous. He almost stated his thoughts in public, which also made Lothar's face covered in cold air show a fleeting smile.

Behind the Lich King, His Majesty Ryan looked at his son with admiration. This is what he imagined his son should look like when he grows up.

Those unique souls are born to rule!

"So, what do you want to say? Varian Wrynn."

Lothar sat on his Frozen Throne, and he said in a deep voice:

"Since you miraculously got back the emperor's sword, presumably you have also received the enlightenment and entrustment from the kings of mankind. I believe that you have reached a turning point in your life.

So, speak your mind. "

"My idea is very simple."

Varian looked around, took a deep breath, and said:

"I want to rebuild the empire!

The era of division has lasted for more than two thousand years, which is long enough. It is time for us to return to our strongest posture. We should actively pursue greatness instead of allowing ourselves to fall.

I will inherit the legacy of Emperor Thoradin and King Llane and Marshal Lothar in my memory.

I want to bridge the divide!

Maybe I can't become the emperor, but I must promote the unification of the empire with my own hands.

I hope I can have support."

"I support you! The era of weakness and division should have ended long ago! Even the orcs have begun to rebuild their own world, while we, the victors, are still fighting among ourselves.

What a disgrace! "

Before Varian could finish his sentence, Arthas, who had a bandage on his face, jumped out first. He raised his hands and cheered:

"Long live Emperor Varian!"

This statement may be sincere, but the old King Terenas beside Alsace turned pale with anger.

But that's just the beginning.

Under the shocked gazes of the other kings, the young king of Alterac Kingdom, Alterac Kingdom, who had always been invisible in the Seven Kingdoms of Mankind, stretched out his hand modestly.

With a smile on his face that "I have finally waited for this pretended moment", he coughed deliberately in the attitude of a big brother, and even his voice must have been practiced many times to make his voice emotional. And majestic.

He said to Varian:

"My Alterac and I agree with His Majesty Varian's statement, and we, the oldest, most barbaric and vulgar Alterac mountain folk, also believe that the age of empire should return.

We shall rediscover the glory of humanity!

Alterac will always follow you, Your Majesty Varian, I don't think anyone is more suitable to be our emperor than you who have regained the Emperor's Sword! "

"That's right."

Under the surprised gaze of the red dragon mage Krasus, the little mage Jaina, who was wearing the badge of the great mage of Antonidas, also stood up.

She leaned on an ebony staff that was taller than her, and said loudly in a "Dalaran talker" posture:

"Dalaran was reborn after suffering, no one understands the tragedy of weakness better than us mages, we hope to be strong again.

But without a strong human empire, the revival of Dalaran is just a dream come true.

I.

On behalf of the Kirin Tor and the Council of Six, I declare my support for Varian Wrynn's proposal that the Empire should be built here, right here! Just today! "

"No, you can't represent at all"

A voice came from outside the hall, but before the angry mage could utter his own words, he was savagely knocked down by a stick emerging from the shadows.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a dozen daggers of different shapes were inserted into the body. After the blood splashed, he was dragged into the floating darkness.

Only the blood dripping on the spot means that there was a dumb idiot here.

The assassins were so professional they even wiped away the blood.

"Kul Tiras has always been an exile from the continent."

In the dead silence, the real heavyweight Dailin Proudmoore coughed "weakly" a few times, and he said:

"But we also want to restore the glory of the empire. I have met Emperor Thoradin several times in the Hall of Valor, and he told me that when the next person holding the sword of Emperor Stromkar appears, it will be the moment of rebuilding the empire.

I think the time has come!

Kul Tiras supports Varian Wrynn's joint initiative Look, I've brought the pens for my signature. "

"Gilneas has no reason whatsoever to oppose the Union of Empires."

Queen Mia patted the table expressionlessly and said:

"But we require that the newly born empire must give werewolves the same status as citizens. This is our bottom line!"

"you."

The speeches of Kul Tiras and Gilneas completely broke the defenses of the remaining king of Stormgard, Thoras Trollbane.

He stood up and wanted to angrily reprimand Dai Lin and Mia who had betrayed his class, but just as he stood up, his son behind him put his hand on his shoulder, and he was forced back on the chair.

Prince Galen Trollbane, who had some strange hobbies, said in his father's ear:

"Sorry, father, I don't want to shame you at this time, but my 'friend' I met in Fight Club told me that in fact, as long as I say the right words at the right time, I can be a king.

Oh yeah, Fight Club doesn't exist.

Father, just treat me as nonsense. "

The next moment, Prince Galin straightened his clothes and said loudly:

"Stormgard supports His Majesty Varian Wrynn, it is time for the empire to return! I propose that the capital of the empire should be placed in Stromgarde.

The 'Land of the Black Wolf' is the capital of the First Human Empire, so it is also very suitable as the capital of the Second Empire. "

Not to mention that Lothar did not expect this situation, even Varian, the initiator of the initiative, did not expect it. He climbed up and shouted, and six of the seven kingdoms expressed their support for him.

It wasn't until this moment that Varian really realized why Azshara and Boo Laike were betting on him.

In fact, it doesn't have to be him.

But he is probably the most suitable of these people.

And Bu Laike has already planned everything in the dark, and he has locked the victory when no one else is aware of it.

hiss.

Is this the power of a prophet?

(end of this chapter)