Azeroth Trail of Light

After a busy day of work, the King of Stormwind sat tiredly on the sofa in his bedroom. His loyal attendants quickly brought King Varian a glass of cold ale, which was the king's favorite drink after returning to the country. drink.

As vulgar as it may seem, the fact that the king likes it is enough reason, isn't it?

"Well, Anduin has been out again for almost a month."

Varian took a sip of the cold wine, then leaned his head on the sofa and closed his eyes. The next moment, a pair of gentle fingers rested on his forehead and gently kneaded it. Queen Valeira is not busy. Although the person who lives there is a queen, she has been helping King Varian with other things recently, such as the secret affairs of MI7.

King Varian had been used to Valeera's presence and absence since he was Gorash, so he just muttered,

"My son hasn't even written me a single letter, which really breaks his father's heart."

Valeira smiled, rubbed her husband's forehead, and said,

"The war in Outland is said to be over, and little Anduin will be back soon. It is said that he went to fight in a faraway place this time. When your son grows up, he will become as wise and brave as you. King, he won't let us down, will he?"

There was a smile on the corner of Varian's mouth, he reached out and held Valeera's finger,

"It's our son. But he prefers to be a warrior than a king. Do you remember the smile from the heart when he received the recruitment letter from Ulduar? Political affairs are indeed a kind of torture for a child of his age."

"Aren't you the same?"

The queen lightly crossed the sofa and sat next to the king, and stretched out her hand to help Varian smooth the messy hair on his head, "Didn't you always say that if you want you to deal with those troublesome things, it's better to let you fight Goron frame?"

"Ha ha"

The king smiled heartily and put his arms around the queen's shoulders. The attendants had already quietly retreated to give the king and queen time to be alone.

"Yeah, do you know how much my head hurts when I heard those nobles' suggestions one after another? It feels like handling and reconciling the relationship between them is simply better than what we faced in the blood mallet arena back then." That Gron is 100 times more difficult, by the way, speaking of it, it’s been a long time since I saw Bearskin, have you contacted Broll recently?”

Valella picked up the ale cup and took a sip, feeling the cool taste, then leaned against Varian, stretched comfortably, and said in a kitten voice,

"Broll went to Draenor, where the Cenarion Council wanted to build an outpost and base. Broll was a druid who had stayed in Draenor, so he was sent there. It is said that the world is now It has been completely fortified by Illidan, like an oversized battlefield, it is really unimaginable, a battlefield of a world."

"Well, Dick also invited us to Draenor's construction fortress. It is said that it will become an outpost of Azeroth in the future. Any war that wants to attack this world must first pass through that broken world."

Varian took the glass from Valeera and said while drinking,

"It is said that Taylor drove the starship we supported to build to another world battlefield this time, spanning the distance of countless worlds. Thinking about that kind of war makes people excited, but in fact I am still hesitating. Don't send an army to station in Draenor, you know, those tribes have not been very peaceful recently, even their wolf cavalry appeared on the border of the Grizzly Province."

A haze flashed across the king's face,

"Hmph, war, they want a war, no doubt about it."

"But you also know that there can be no more wars."

Valeira rubbed her head against Varian's chest a few times, and muttered to herself, "The farms in the Westfall are already overgrown with weeds, and the residents of the Eastvale logging camp are also losing a lot of people. Mayor Solomon It is even reported that there are not enough fishermen to be found on the still water lake, not to mention the vast and sparsely populated Burning Plains, where we have long thought of opening mines, but now we don’t even have miners.”

"Although enough food can be purchased from the Pandaren, there will be no widespread famine, but Varian, you are also very clear that the country has reached the time to recuperate, and it's not just us, Lordaeron and Kul It's the same with Tilas, as rulers, we should be more rational than allow hatred to spread, shouldn't we?"

The queen's voice was soft, while the king was startled, and finally a little discouraged,

"Yeah, you're right, we sent all the prisoners to Draenor, and guarding new territories, and we pulled every idler into the army, and it still wasn't enough, you said Yes, my Valeira, it's time to recuperate, but those orcs may not think so, if this war can break out in 10 or 20 years, I will definitely win!"

Varian vowed, but then felt the queen raised her head and kissed him lightly on the face. Valeera seemed very happy to let her husband accept her proposal. With a flick of her left hand, a document It was in her hand, and she handed it to Varian.

"According to the news compiled by Shaw, the situation of the orcs and the tribes is actually not very good. They have encountered the same problems as us. The Barrens and Thousand Needles are not suitable for farming. Thrall has been looking for a place that is enough to feed more and more people. Clan territory, he found it, but the Howling Fjord is not a peaceful place, and they need more time to develop it."

Varian looked at the news summary in his hand seriously. After Valeira finished speaking, he could easily analyze the current situation facing the tribe with the vision of a very good strategist.

"They don't have that much time, or if the confrontation continues, their plan to develop the Howling Fjord will be completely ruined. Our strength in the Grizzly Hills is stronger than their strength in the Howling Fjord. Sender Continent, they are weak. So, what Thrall needs is a truce?"

"Would that orc do that? And the dwarves wouldn't just let the orcs who destroyed Menethil Harbor just like that?"

Varian closed the information in his hand and rubbed his chin with his fingers. He even closed his eyes and thought about it, and finally clapped his hands.

"Ha! I know! Dick took away Ironforge's three-year steel inventory at a high price, and the dwarves have no intention of going to war. If the war lasts for one year, their mines will suffer terrible losses. And he proposed Various forces go to Draenor to build fortresses belonging to each side, is he planning to restore peace in Azeroth by this means?"

"It's the peace we need for a while."

Varela corrected her husband's statement, she stood up from the sofa, picked up the wine bottle next to her and poured a glass of wine for herself and Varian,

"Dick doesn't seem to want to restore the order of the world in a coercive way, although he can do so, he sees the wishes of every force, coupled with Draenor's war form, he seems to want this more The world goes on peacefully, but I guess even if there was a war, as long as it doesn't involve the destruction of the country and other bad things, he should not interfere."

Valeira sipped her cup meaningfully, looked at her husband curiously, blinked her eyes,

"Don't ask me why, it's a woman's intuition."

Varian nodded and was about to speak when there was a knock on the bedroom door. The king subconsciously looked up at the clock hanging on the wall. It was 11 o'clock in the evening. At this time, if If it wasn't something really urgent, the attendants wouldn't bother him.

"Come in!"

The king snorted, and his steward walked into the king's bedroom holding a letter in both hands, put it on the table, and then retreated respectfully.

Varian picked up the letter, glanced at it, and his face changed. He put down the wine glass in his hand, and began to focus all his attention on the envelope in his hand. After reading it, With a sigh of relief, he handed the letter to Valeira.

"They actually discovered another world. There are also humans living there, as well as elves and dwarves. Dick invited the king and chiefs to Ulduar to discuss how to "handle" Sharkn, just like when I carve up Northrend. You know, he always has a way."

"Anduin was one of the first soldiers to land on that world. General Taylor praised him for spreading the glory of the Stormwind Kingdom on that land. I knew that my son would not let us down."

Valeira finished reading the letter in her hand with satisfaction. Compared with Varian's speculation about the situation, her joy was much simpler. However, when she saw the few magical images sent by General Taylor with the letter, Quill The lady from the big family of Salas showed a look of disapproval.

"The elves in that world are ugly."

Then another one was turned over, and the queen immediately showed a smile on her face, and she showed the photo to the king,

"Look, our son."

Varian looked at the magical image. His son was standing in front of a huge mechanical creation covered in blood and gunpowder smoke, holding a helmet painted as a golden lion in his hand, wearing a golden battle suit, and his golden hair The wind fluttered, and behind him were scenes of dissipated war flames.

Anduin's face was full of triumphant smiles, that was another sky, another world, but there, it was already shrouded by the power of Azeroth, that was the new frontier, and King Varian took over that place. Image, finally shook his head, smiled helplessly,

"He really has grown up."

Just as the Varians were delighted with the victory of the Prince of the Storm Kingdom, in the brightly lit Ulduar, Dick straightened up from the desk, put down the quill in his hand, and stretched his sore wrist , Jaina and Liadrin had already gone to rest. He picked up his water glass from the table, took a sip of tea, and took a last look at the plan he had just completed.

With a satisfied smile on his face, he left the desk and strolled out of the study.

At the moment before Ulduar's starlight dissipated, we saw the front of the stack of papers placed on the desk, which were written in fluent Titan script.

"Estimated time: 28 years of the Dark Portal"

"Code Invasion"

"Target: Argus star field."

The galaxy outside the window has never been so bright and gorgeous. When the stars shine on this not too old world, a new era has quietly opened on the top of this world.

The fate of countless people, as well as the fate of this world, and the fate of countless worlds are quietly changing at this moment. Yes, we are looking forward to the arrival of that era, and it is already coming.