Azeroth Trail of Light

As Dick, who also played fighters, he knows very well that although the Gate of Heaven looks magnificent and brilliant, in essence, this thing that hangs the sky is still a large portal, so it is impossible to see it in it. Seeing the figure of the person being teleported, this also prevented the Vrykul from being discovered by those strong men on the scene at that time.

They all knew about Dick's physical condition, so they subconsciously thought that the paladin had to go back to rest for a while because of physical reasons, so after the somewhat stagnant meeting started, no one doubted Dick's whereabouts just now.

This kind of concealment is necessary. In the seventh year since he came to this world, Dick already knew what the completely confused knowledge in his mind meant to this world. An Uldaman that has been disarmed, the earth spirits in that place have all moved out, and now they are secretly living in the swamp outside Theramore City, which is the location of Onyxia's lair.

But once the history of stone carving and stone making in the palace of that place is discovered and published, it will definitely be no less than a major earthquake, which will almost overturn all the historical construction of the current civilized world.

This is still a very slight change. Once the news of the furnace of origin is known to the world, it will not cause an earthquake, but panic.

Dick is well aware of the darkness of human nature. Once he knows that there is a bomb hanging above his head that will be detonated at any time, how many people will become lunatics in an instant? Besides, the humans of Azeroth are no different from Dick's original brethren, and these secrets are not a blessing at all.

Dick knew deeply that it was the key, the key to destruction!

And now that he has been involved in politics, it is difficult to be alone. Dick knows that Sir Moens has been trying to weaken his authority in Theramore. This must be the tacit approval of Kalia, his closest force. Even so, the attitude of other forces towards him can be imagined.

The paladin was no longer the young man he imagined the world would be. When he entered Theramore's conference room with Jaina's support, he knew that another exchange had begun.

It's nothing more than exchanging knowledge and news for support. He has already mastered it, and he has prepared enough news.

"This is the last time..."

Dick sat silently on the chair, and made a promise to himself. After the Northern Expedition ended, the major disasters in this world would almost be eliminated by him, and the degree of reversal could reach 50%, or even It is 60%, plus the blue dragon disaster that will inevitably be encountered and the twisting speed of the Titan's road, at that time, the serious shift of the timeline will eventually completely reverse the future of this world, although it is turning to the unknown, But it's better than the original result.

It is only now that Dick finally understands that in the original history, when the cataclysm happened, the future of this world was already very bleak. 60% of the planet’s terrain was reshaped, which is similar to the activation of the Furnace of Origin. The consequences are not much worse, Protoss is bound to suffer heavy losses.

Deathwing's big cousin's plan to destroy the world seems to have failed, but in fact, he may have succeeded.

Life at that time continued, but hope may have been lost.

Dick's daze made others a little embarrassed. Old Fording who was sitting next to him couldn't help kicking him quietly. Only then did the paladin recover from his lofty thinking. He didn't have much embarrassment, especially After a few months, perhaps because he got used to this useless state, his mentality improved a lot.

"Okay, everyone knows the purpose of this meeting, and I'm not a guy who likes long speeches, so let's get straight to the point."

Dick cleared his throat, "It's been almost three months since the undead scourge in the northern border was largely pacified, and the forward troops of the Argent Northern Expedition organized by the Scarlet Crusade, Silver Hand and Argent Dawn have even been in Northrend. After landing, at most 2 months later, the first line of defense will be established. The problem we are facing now is that Lordaeron alone is not enough to fight against the undead forces in Northrend, and I believe you all know that Now, Arthas the Lich King will wake up in 9-10 months, so now we are running out of time and need support."

The paladin glanced around and emphasized, "We need the support of the entire civilized world. This will be a protracted war."

As soon as Dick finished speaking, the outspoken Overlord Saurfang said directly,

"In the orc culture, our first reaction when encountering such a thing is always to kill Alsace before he wakes up. Have you tried?"

Dick didn't answer this question, Old Fording sighed and said,

"This is actually our first reaction, but unfortunately, even in violation of the Knight's Creed and contacting the Assassin League, less than ten percent of the assassins and scouts sent out two months ago have returned. One, there are at least 20 hero-level undead and countless undead stationed there, as well as various dark creatures succumbing to the rule of Alsace. Everyone, that is a continent! A continent that is not weaker than the Eastern Continent at all Or Kalimdor's forces, assassination? It's impossible!"

Fording's words made everyone fall into silence. It's not that they can't understand the threat of the undead natural disaster to all living beings, but to be honest, there are several forces who have not seen it with their own eyes or been threatened. Are you willing to use your strength to fill that bottomless pit?

Dick snorted, took his ebony pipe from his bosom, and muttered,

"Wisdom is priceless."

The sparks lit up, and a mellow tobacco smell emerged in the conference hall. In the blue-gray smoke, Dick's voice was low and clear,

"Then, please raise your hand if you are willing to support the Silver Northern Expedition."

With a glance, no one raised their hands except for Hamuul Runetotem, who represents the Druid's Cenarion Council.

Although druids have various quirks, their grand goal of balancing the world is worthy of recognition. Looking at the previous history, no matter what happens to this world, druids will always be the most active part of it. Helping people, of course, this is also related to the energy mastered by druids. Once nature is destroyed, their professional group will die out. It can be said that they help the world, they are helping themselves.

But other forces don’t have this constraint. Just when the special envoy from Stormwind City and Dick’s old acquaintance Marshal Windsor wanted to stand up and say something, Dick stretched out his left hand. He didn’t look up, as if He had foreseen this situation a long time ago, so he just smoked tobacco silently, and amidst the billowing smoke, the paladin's voice raised a little.

"Okay, old marshal, leave the diplomatic rhetoric to the benefit officers. More than half of the people here are veterans after the war. Let's make a new decision in the way of veterans."

After saying these words, the paladin seemed to have made up his mind, which made Princess Kalia, who had been sitting next to him, tremble uncontrollably. She knew what Dick was about to do, although she was very unhappy. Would like Dick to do it.

The paladin stood up holding his cane, his gaze first turned to the special envoy of Kul Tiras, Commodore Matthew,

"The grievances and grievances between His Majesty Dai Lin and the Duke of Bloodsail have spread throughout the world, but I know that even today, more than ten years later, you still cannot be sure of the location of Plunder Island and Rogue Harbor. Destroy the Bloodsail Pirates, but here..."

Dick pointed to his head, and said softly, "Here are the exact directions of Plunder Island and Rogue Harbor, Commodore Matthew, do you want it?"

Although the voice was very soft, when it fell into the ears of Commodore Matthew, it was like a thunderbolt piercing the sky. The hatred between Dailin and Bloodsail Duke Farrewell had already dyed the sea red, and the king of the sea even opened fire for it. With a sky-high reward, whoever can bring back Farrewell's head will immediately give him the title of duke, but it is a pity that an opponent who has been deadlocked with Dai Lin in the sea for more than ten years is not interested in it. Seniors, this bounty has been there for almost 10 years, but no one has ever been able to get it alive.

The Bloodsail Pirates are all over the world. Their nominal headquarters is in Stranglethorn Vale, but everyone knows that Plunder Island is the foundation of Farrewell, and Rogue Harbor is the logistics base of the Bloodsail Pirates. Unfortunately, the oceans of this world It's so vast and contains so many secrets that hiding two islands in it is like throwing a needle into the ocean.

To be honest, Brigadier General Matthew's first reaction when he heard this sentence was not to believe it!

But when he realized the identity of the person standing in front of him and his story, this distrust quickly subsided. He took a deep breath, and the clenched fist on the table burst out blood , and finally dropped a sentence.

"I need to talk to His Majesty Dai Lin, but with all due respect, Your Excellency, if you had brought out the news earlier, becoming the Prince of Kul Tiras... would not be a difficult task. There is no need to use this In a way, about this big thing, it's almost like..."

"Buying and selling? Blackmail? Or a deal?"

Dick smiled indifferently, and exhaled a puff of smoke from his mouth, "You have to understand, Mr. Matthew, love is like freedom, it won't work by exchange, you have to fight for it, well, I've already thought about it After the result, contact His Majesty Dai Lin, he is a real wise man, he will understand how to choose."

Brigadier General Matthew sighed and left in a hurry. This action caused a strange light to appear on the faces of others. The nickname omnipotent is usually used by liars, but now, what Dick played is also like It's those magic sticks.

"The next one is you, Your Highness Laila, how are you doing recently?"

Leaning on a cane, Dick walked slowly to Princess Bronzebeard. This once rebellious princess had a very good attitude towards Dick. She knew very well that a large part of the current easing of the relationship between Bronzebeard and Black Iron The reason was due to the paladin in front of him who had difficulty even walking.

It was precisely because of this mentality that Liella felt a little embarrassed when facing Dick. She whispered,

"Knight Dick, I'm sorry, although I really want to help you, but whether it is the father or Thaurissan, they have too many things to consider. After all, we are..."

"Needless to say, Your Highness, now I am the Northern Earl of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and you are the Princess of Ironforge and the Queen of Darkforge, so even though I am very reluctant, I still want to use this place to do business with you. an exchange."

Dick smiled and pointed to his head. Seeing this situation, Liera also sighed,

"Don't be like this, Knight Dick, Father, he... Hey... Anyway, it's very difficult."

"Don't worry, my lord, listen to me first."

The paladin took another sip of the mellow tobacco, lowered his head, and lowered his voice when no one could see his expression, "I can only give His Majesty Magni one word, Muradin."

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Liera couldn't help but jumped off the special stool. This action made Dick sweat a lot. This princess is pregnant with a child at the moment, and everyone said that the dwarves have good physical fitness, which is a bit outrageous Alright.

"Are you sure? My uncle . . . he is still . . . "

Liella didn't think there was anything wrong with her behavior, but seeing the anxious and frightened expression on her face, Dick smiled and patted Liella's hand,

"After I became a paladin, I never lied. You know, that is not allowed by the Holy Light. Go, contact His Majesty Magni, and tell him that I am the only one in this world who knows about Muradin." The position of the prince, if you want to take back your younger brother, come and exchange it."

(The feeling of this chapter is not very good~ but I just want to give him a reason and performance to leave the secular civilized world. He is destined not to be too deeply involved with the mortal world. Hey, I can’t write that feeling at all , sad~)