Azeroth Trail of Light

Time is a naughty elf, they are always passing by around us, when we read, when we fall asleep, when we never notice the changes in the world.

But it is discontinuous. Whenever we deliberately observe, we can see traces of time slipping away, elongated nails, wrinkles on the top of the head, and gradually increasing gray hair.

Dick sat on the side of the boat, he looked into the distance, it was a piece of blue water, in the mist, one piece of covered scenery was fleeting, this fog is the scenery of the endless sea, it is said that in the first human This mist already existed the moment one stepped into the ocean.

The melancholy young lady leaned her head on Dick's shoulder, and the two of them sat together. No one spoke, and there was no one who was not open-eyed to disturb their companionship.

"Dick, where do you think people go after they die?"

The eldest lady stretched out her hand, and a ball of white ice danced in her palm, as if it had been given life. It changed rapidly, and finally turned into an old mage wearing a mage hat. Although the expression was not clear, Di Ke knew that it was the shadow of Antonidas.

The death of the old mage not only caused a lot of trouble to Jaina, in fact, if Krasus and other archmages hadn't raised the banner of "revenge" in grief, I'm afraid it has been scattered to The mages all over the world have long fallen into some kind of indescribable confusion.

The imprint Antonidas left on Dalaran was too deep. Just the young Ronin couldn't hold back the scene at all. After the turbulent East Continent Conference ended, the mages who survived Dalaran already had Symptoms of splitting.

Dick also stretched out his hand, and a warm golden light appeared in his palm. Under Dick's unskilled control, the small golden light flew to the ice shadow of the old mage, and formed two wings behind him. , turning into a halo of light above his head, making the old mage wearing a mage hat look a bit nondescript.

"Brave people are favored by fate. After the archmage died in battle, he probably went to the sky to find the mysteries of magic that he had not yet found, but his spirit remained. In your will, in other In the spirit of the mage."

Dick turned his head, and gently kissed the young miss on the forehead, feeling the fragrance from the young lady's hair, and Dick's voice became more tactful.

"You see, as long as you don't forget him, don't forget what he has done for Dalaran and for this world, I think he will never die. In fact, the same is true for us. If we are remembered, we can live forever survive."

"But. But I miss him so much"

The eldest lady hugged Dick, tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, and Dick's shirt was wet, the paladin didn't say much, just patted Jaina's back lightly, it's not that he couldn't understand the girl's sadness, but now, He really doesn't have much time to dwell on memories of the past.

The salty sea breeze blew the ends of their hair, and Dick looked back. In the mist, 27 large warships were riding the wind and waves in the mist, and the canvas painted with the Kul Tiras national emblem was shining in the sun, like It is a monster that crosses the sea.

The banners of the Silver Hand and Stratholme Chapters flew high, followed by the Phoenix banner.

The hunting sea breeze can't blow away the brave will, and the endless ocean can't stop the soldiers' steps.

At the first moment when the mist parted, noises, singing, and the lapping of the sea mingled and filled the sky. Looking down from the sky, a white waterline lays horizontally in the sea. This is the first expedition of human civilization to the unknown, and it is also the beginning of the first time the human world has entered the world battlefield.

From various countries and forces in the Eastern Continent, paladins, elf mages, dwarf warriors, human cavalry and priests, as well as mercenaries who responded to the call. A total of 1,000 to 3,000 crappy miscellaneous troops, this is the entire force of the Eastern Continent to participate in the upcoming demon war.

Dick had no regrets, nor much anger.

There has been little official assistance, and in fact, Kul Tiras would not have sent this fleet on a delivery mission had it not been for Jaina's status.

No one is optimistic about them, and even the Silver Hand is full of doubts. Before his own problems were resolved, he rashly participated in another war with an unknown future. The Flame of Justice insisted on taking away almost all the essence of the Stratholme Chapter. This act was almost tantamount to splitting , Dick's prestige accumulated before was almost exhausted by this reckless move.

In addition to Kael'thas gave him real support, other forces, like sending beggars, distributed some old, weak, sick and disabled to this expeditionary army.

When leaving Nanhai Town, only a few people came to see him off, and the glass of farewell wine was so bitter.

But Dick doesn't care so much. This result is much better than the original history. In the second demon war, the cruel battle where the world tree was almost taken by the demons, and the whole world was almost reduced to a demon hunting ground. The representative turned out to be Theramore led by Jaina.

In that kind of battle that determines the future of the world, the human kingdom that claims to be the center of the world has no support at all, how shortsighted and stupid it is.

It's no wonder that after the start of the Reign of Chaos, the night elves, who were also part of the Alliance, were always full of suspicion towards humans, and the draenei who joined them later were also close to humans. This almost made the human world, in the first five years of the Chaos Era , was almost completely excluded from the world's mainstream decision-making circle.

It wasn't until the return of "Ghost Wolf" Varian that the situation improved.

But Dick, who has a mission on his shoulders, can't wait for that long. Since he intervened strongly in the conflict between the Frostwolf orcs and the Stormpike dwarves, Dick's behavior has changed a lot, especially after witnessing the great demon with his own eyes. After the destruction of Dalaran, this change became more apparent.

Your short-sightedness, your ignorance, has nothing to do with me, if you can't do the right thing, then let me do it!

The original history, let him go with the wind. Dick supported the eldest lady and stood in the command room of the flagship. His expression was firm and heroic. Behind him, all the members of the Stratholme battle group, and those Warriors willing to fight for the fate of the world have torn ties with the old world.

This is his expedition, and this is history that will be rewritten by him.

"Mount Hyjal, here I come!"

Dick took the command knife from Eligor and looked at the increasingly clear coastline in the distance. He rested his left hand on the handle of the knife and pointed forward with his left hand.

"First Expeditionary Force, speed up!"

So in the waves of the endless sea, the fearless people sang loudly and rushed to the battlefield with an unknown future. No one knew where the reverse flow of this river of fate would eventually go.

Let us wish them well.

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Durotar, the barren land on the west coast of Kalimdor, this is a piece of red land, it is said that it originated from the blood of those who were torn apart when the Well of Eternity exploded 10,000 years ago. On a piece of land, dye it red.

It is said that this land has also been cursed and has become barren ever since.

Even the night elves don't value this land very much, otherwise the orcs who crossed the sea in the first half of the year would have no chance to build their own cities.

Although the Sentinels struggled to fight against the demons, it was not a big problem to drive them away from the orcs who hadn't recovered from the "devil's blood".

Thrall carried a piece of wood and walked to the busy construction site. After half a year of adaptation and preparation, in the northernmost part of Durotar, the orcs had already built large groups of crypts to live in. Now they plan to build a city. , as a sign of the beginning of a new life.

As the chieftain, Thrall actually has a lot of power, but he likes to work with his compatriots. This orc with a pair of sea-like blue eyes is not tall, but when he passed by the crowd, all the orcs turned towards him. nod.

Not only because he is the spiritual leader and shaman of the orcs, but also because he inherited the will of the great chief Orgrim and brought the orcs to this barren land far away from the flames of war.

Thrall opened his hands, his expression was relaxed, and he called out the will of the elements in his heart. Along with the slight uplift of the ground, soon, a khaki earth elemental that was twice as tall as him appeared beside him. Under his command, this huge earth elemental lifted the heavy stone and placed it on the city wall that was almost completed.

For spellcasters, they can easily do things that ordinary people can't imagine. In the past six months, the new generation of orc shamans have grown up slowly. This is also the confidence that Thrall decided to build the city. Without the work of these shamans, the city can be built in at most 3 months.

A city represents not only a place to live, but also the desire of the orcs who have been displaced for nearly 20 years for a hometown where they can live safely.

As a leader, Sal knows this better than anyone else.

When the sun was setting, Thrall sat with the orc veterans and chatted, but before he finished eating the dry biscuits in his hand, the troll herald, who was in a hurry, rode a tall and swift The dragon rushed over from afar.

Regardless of the fatigue of the servants, the tall and powerful troll herald quickly jumped off the galloping velociraptor when he approached Thrall. As a tall but agile troll, this kind of action is very important to the troll. For them, it's not a problem at all.

"Great Chief, the human courier from Dustwallow Marsh has sent a letter. Chief Sen'jin dare not make a decision alone, so I come to ask for your opinion!"

Hearing the word human, Thrall's face became serious. He stuffed the last piece of dry biscuit into his mouth, clapped his hands, took the letter from the troll, opened it, and roughly glanced at it. , and then closed his eyes.

As an orc who was taught all kinds of knowledge since he was a child, Thrall's understanding of human culture is a master among the aliens, but even so, facing this very formal invitation letter, Thrall was still a little confused.

"You said, the humans in Dustwallow Marsh sent a messenger? Did he claim to be Lordaeron, or this so-called "First Expeditionary Legion"?"

Thrall looked at the messenger, and the five big and three thick trolls scratched their heads in embarrassment,

"That... I really didn't pay much attention to that, but that messenger looks very good at fighting, with a weird heavy sword on his back, he is a very powerful fighter!"

"Oh? It's interesting to use soldiers as messengers."

Thrall touched his chin and said to the veterans around him,

"Help me call Warok over here, and bring a few war wolves by the way, and I will meet the "First Legion"."

In the night, on the barren red land, brave orc warriors rode on black war wolves, and galloped towards the southernmost human fortress of Durotar amidst the howling of wolves.

This was probably the first time that the two sides had come to the conference table since the end of the two orc wars, swarming with frenzy and death.