Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 629 182. I predict your fate

Three days after the Dalaran incident, except for the hard-hit Tirisfal region, the entire northern border was calm, even a little too calm, which brought a feeling of depression.

The news that Marshal Lothar was assassinated by evil trolls in order to save innocent people has spread throughout the Hillsbrad Foothills. One year after the victory of the Orc War, the common people are once again grateful for Marshal Lothar's efforts.

No one called, but they took the initiative to gather in the church.

Whether it is the elderly or children, under the leadership of the pastors, pray for the peace of their great man.

Those who did not go to church would be reprimanded by their fellow countrymen for being polluted by the devil, or called lackeys of the nobles. Those who were scolded could not refute, because they could not deny Lothar's great deeds.

The civilians may not know the truth, but they are definitely not stupid.

The rumors and gossip that came out in the past were enough for them to make a judgment based on their shallow knowledge: it must be those black-hearted gentlemen who couldn't see Marshal Lothar in the limelight, so they colluded with the trolls to assassinate him.

In order to prove their innocence, nobles from all over the world have requested the Church of the Holy Light to announce the news that Marshal Lothar is still alive, so as to avoid unnecessary disturbances.

It is said that on the border of Gilneas, which was also severely affected by the disaster, there have been conflicts between victims and officials.

The fuse of the matter was that the soldiers were a little rough when escorting the victims, which aroused people's nostalgia for Marshal Losar.

Although none of them may have seen Lothar.

But that didn't stop them from seeing Anduin Lothar as a symbol of all good qualities.

Under pressure, the church finally announced the news of Marshal Lothar on the third day after the incident.

The old marshal, who was protected from death by the gods, would set sail from Southsea Town and return to the Stormwind Kingdom that he had devoted his life to, under the personal escort of the holy Valkyrie, the great knights of the church, and His Majesty Varian Wrynn.

He will be placed in the Northshire Abbey in the Kingdom of Stormwind, where Marshal Lothar grew up. General Gavinrad Doom will command a paladin and will be stationed there all year round to protect the marshal's peace.

When this news was announced in various churches, it immediately aroused wave after wave of cheers from the civilians, who felt grief for what had happened to the Marshal.

But the old marshal is not dead, which is a good thing.

Many people who believe that great men like him will wake up one day.

As long as his beloved civilization and kingdom are in danger, he will definitely wake up, hold the emperor's sword again, and defend the world he loves.

Everyone says so.

On the third night, when the holy coffin that housed Marshal Lothar was escorted into South Sea Town, the entire town was already crowded with people, who came from various areas of the hills on their own initiative.

Dressed in their best clothes, as mournful as a day of mourning, they followed the rectory from Tarren Mill all the way to Southshore.

The veterans who had fought in the war took up their weapons again and put on their old military uniforms. They rode old horses and cleared the way in front of the escort team.

Along the way, a steady stream of people joined them, including some war heroes with missing arms and legs.

They wanted to escort Marshal Lothar away from the land that made him sad and failed him, just like they went to the battlefield.

There are more and more people, and the speed of travel is getting slower and slower, but no one reprimands those who follow.

until evening fell.

According to the ancient tradition, people held candles in their palms to illuminate the darkness for the marshal's convoy.

Thus, a spectacular sight appeared.

A long dragon composed of countless lights emerged from the forest and roads from Tarren Mill to Southsea Town. The darkness of this night could not extinguish the light gathered by the sparks.

This scene made the paladins escorting the convoy excited, the priests also sang hymns, and His Majesty Varian, who was riding on a horse and closely following the holy coffin, burst into tears.

As a king, he couldn't lose his manners, so he could only secretly wipe away his tears.

But he looked at the carriage beside him from time to time, and he felt that Marshal Lothar was still teaching him some important principles, such as the scene in front of him, which vividly explained to the young king the relationship between the ruler and the people.

He can be sure that if one day Terenas II unfortunately suffers a disaster, there will definitely not be so many people who will see him off.

What kind of person do you want to be in the future?

A politician like King Terenas? Or a noble one like Marshal Lothar?

This idea echoed in Varian's mind, until they arrived in South Sea Town, some local nobles and envoys of the kings were waiting here.

In the flickering lights around him, Varian saw the fear in the eyes of some of them.

They were afraid of the incredible scene in front of them.

Even though the old marshal could no longer reprimand them, even though he had become a harmless god, they were still afraid.

When they saw with their own eyes the light gathered by the people who actively followed the coffin, these guys were almost terrified.

"hehe"

Varian sneered twice.

It's not over yet.

He already knew the tricks these people were playing behind the scenes from the captured master assassin, Zac Yaozhi, and it wasn't over yet. Maybe Marshal Lothar dismissed this, but the young king would not be so magnanimous.

His biological father died at the hands of the orcs, but his adoptive father fell into the hands of the compatriots he protected.

This is the "destiny" they proclaim.

"The Holy Coffin of the Marshal stayed overnight in the church in Southsea Town. Early tomorrow morning, General Gavinrad will personally escort him and return to Stormwind City on a battleship of Kul Tiras."

Varian didn't even look at the nobles. He rode on the horse and calmly ordered the mayor of South Sea Town:

"We don't need to spend a lot of time preparing for the reception, we only stay for one night, and I have to return to Lordaeron to participate in my baptism of the Holy Light in the next few days."

"Yes, Your Majesty, it is our honor."

The mayor of Nanhai Town is a young man, but he is very polite.

He wasn't afraid of Varian. After delivering the holy coffin, the mayor took another look at the people gathered outside the town who refused to leave. He said with some concern:

"Your Majesty, do you want to persuade the people to go home? There are so many people here, just in case"

"Why are you afraid?"

Varian asked dissatisfiedly:

"Does it make you uncomfortable to be around your people, Mr. Mayor. Are you worried that these unarmed people, who have come all the way to bring the Marshal home, will hurt you?"

"That is not what I meant, Your Majesty."

The mayor's face changed slightly.

He wanted to explain in embarrassment, but couldn't speak.

"Your Majesty! You shouldn't talk like that."

Shaw, who was behind Varian, reminded in a deep voice:

"The mayor of Mareb is also a veteran who participated in the orc war. He once served under Marshal Lothar. He is not one of those people."

"I apologize, Mr. Maleb."

Only then did Varian realize that he had lost control of his emotions and spilled his anger on innocent people. He immediately apologized to the mayor, who also understood Varian's feelings.

The mayor shook his head, not caring about Varian's attitude.

The king in front of him was only seventeen years old, much younger than him, but he had already experienced the tragedy of losing his father twice.

He wasn't afraid that the people gathered here would cause trouble, but he was just worried that so many people gathered here would cause unnecessary trouble, especially since the marshal's holy coffin was in the town church.

But unbeknownst to the mayor and the young king, "trouble" has already begun.

In the church blocked and closed by the paladins, the great knight Gavinrad, who was guarding Marshal Lothar with a sword, suddenly stopped praying.

He drew out the long sword at his waist, and turned to look at the shadow cast by the candlelight of the church behind him.

A man in a black hunting suit emerged from the shadows, quietly, with a trade wind crow on his shoulder and a large bouquet of white flowers in his hand.

It's more like a condolence, more like a farewell.

On the finger of his left hand he wears a blue gemstone seal and two rings of different colors, he wears red cloth strips over his eyes, and his blond hair is slightly done.

With the collar of his neck open, he could slightly see the tattoo on the edge of his neck. The tattoo was shaped like a devil's claw, adding a sense of bohemian to him.

"Back off!"

Gavinrad scolded, and wanted to call the paladin outside the door.

But Bo Laike threw something in his hand with a flick of his hand.

The big knight looked down and saw that it was a letter of commission signed by the Pope himself. He immediately understood the identity of the man in front of him. It is indeed the top of the church.

He also knew about the "Templar Assassins".

"I heard that you were the one who planned the disaster in northern Xinjiang?"

The big knight asked in a bad tone.

But Bo Laike didn't even bother to pay attention to such stupid arguments, and he whispered as he approached the shrine emitting the holy light in silence:

"Of course, you can think so, and I won't explain much. The person who is willing to explain to you is already lying there. He chose a way that I don't advocate, and ended it all."

"You bastard!"

The big knight stepped forward and grabbed Laike by the collar, lifted him from the spot, and he scolded:

"Because of you, nearly a thousand people died in Dalaran!"

"Because of me, only nearly a thousand people died in Dalaran."

Bo Laike stretched out his hand, clasped the big knight's wrist, pushed it off his collar, and said:

"More than 100,000 people survived, and they should all remember my kindness.

Do you know how many people would have died after Archimonde entered the physical world without me? What terrible devastation would Deathwing have wrought without me?

You can't imagine.

Because that is something that has not yet happened and will never happen, I have prevented the countdown to the doomsday disaster by detonating the bomb in advance.

It may seem cruel to you, but

you are welcome. "

After speaking, he pushed away the great knight blocking the way, and handed the flowers in his hand to the Valkyrie who was guarding in front of the holy coffin.

The two golden Val'kyr looked at each other, and under Gavinrad's stunned gaze, they voluntarily moved out of the way for Bu Laike.

This scene made the big knight move in his heart.

The maid of the Lord of War respects this legendary pirate, which may indicate that the arrogant words he just said are not fabricated.

"I'm asking you to leave, Mister Doom."

Bu Laike stroked the holy coffin full of runes in front of him, put his hand into the golden light, and said without looking back:

"I want to make the last prophecy for Anduin Lothar, your existence will interfere with my thoughts, keep outside the door, and don't let others in.

You go too! "

He said something to the trade wind crow standing on his shoulder, the clever little crow screamed twice, flapped its wings and flew out of the window.

The big knight hesitated for a moment, he took a deep look at Laike's back, and strode out of the church.

"boom"

The door of the church was closed, and the wind in the summer evening blew the candles flickering, making the atmosphere in the church a little quieter.

Braike looked at Anduin Lothar lying in the holy coffin in front of him. The latter was very miserable. His body was burned by the shadow flames and was covered with terrible cracks. His scorched black appearance seemed to indicate that his time was numbered. .

This man deserved to die before.

But he survived with this "praise" method.

"This indicates that your fate is not over yet, Anduin Lothar, I gave you a chance to become emperor, but you gave him up voluntarily.

You think that things that have been eliminated by history should not be picked up from the trash again. You have always been full of confidence in them, and you are not willing to cause waves in the world because of yourself.

I am moved by you.

Really, just a little bit less. "

The pirate stretched out his hand and helped Lothar shake the ribbon on the armor. He stared at the closed eyes and said:

"Ah, you don't have to worry about your hair at last. You don't have any hair now. What a pity."

He made a joke and shook his head again.

The next moment, he grabbed Lothar's neck, as if he was going to strangle him completely. This action immediately triggered the stop of the two Valkyries next to him, and the two shining spears pressed against the stinky pirate neck.

But Laike turned a blind eye to this.

He just stared at Lothar in front of him and said:

"As the prophet of the pirates, I will make the last prophecy to you, Anduin Lothar, this failure is just the beginning, I feel your desire to protect them.

Look, such a great man has finally become a harmless god, and they want to hang you on the wall so that they don't have to fear the changes you bring.

But the change has already begun, it has already arrived, and it has quietly infiltrated into every part of this world.

No one can refuse it, and no one can violate it.

They will finally see a new world.

I prophesy you, Anduin Lothar, the call of the dead will crown you, and the dark bones will eventually be king!

sleep.

Have a good rest.

Waiting for the start of the next war, next time, you can no longer escape. "

(end of this chapter)