Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Mr. Nuri, I have your letter!"

A night elf girl riding a big horn deer threw a letter into the letter box in front of the tree house. The child wearing a wreath shouted at the person in the room, and then grasped the big horn deer horn, Urging his partner to take himself to the other side, there are still many letters to be sent in the rucksack behind the big deer.

This little girl is a postman in the elven town of Mount Hyjal. On Monday of every week, she will fetch all the letters in the town from the post office in Mount Hyjal and deliver it within 2 days. The remaining 2 days were used to collect the letters written by the residents of the town, and then sent to the post office on Friday.

Azeroth’s postal system is a god-like system of existence. It appeared as early as the age of the troll empire. The elven empire inherited that system, then developed and expanded, and eventually spread to the whole world. The postal system is Independent of the huge forces outside the country and civilization, they do not participate in any political activities, but just do their own thing well.

According to the statistics of the masters of Dalaran, nearly 600,000 people are serving the postal system in Azeroth. Only such a large number of employees can guarantee the operation of the postal system in the entire world, which is said to be mysterious The Blue Dragons are maintaining the operation of the system. They will use a quirky magic system to deliver different letters to post offices in different regions.

Becoming a postman is a good career choice. The postal system is not badly treated. They will equip postmen in different regions with different transportation tools, such as the intern postman in Mount Hyjal. This little girl gets a lively and brave , And the beautiful bighorn deer serves as a mount, and on the federal side, it is said that the postmen will take a cool single motorcycle to deliver letters.

And the most legendary is the hinterland of Northrend. The mounts of the postman who see the dragon before and after the end are young dragons!

I have to say that although most people in the world of Azeroth have used mail services, few people will pay attention to the hard-working postmen. People know very little about this mysterious system, but it exists. Is also mysterious.

"Snapped"

After a few minutes, the door of the tree house with the style of night elf was opened, and Nuri Velen rubbed his eyes, glanced out, and then bent down to pick up the letter at the foot. The draenei are the most unique residents in the night elf town. He rarely goes out, but the elves living here know that the draenei are enthusiastic people.

He occasionally shared some snacks with the children, and helped elves who gradually accepted the external culture to repair some simple mechanical gadgets, such as pocket watches, such as the ore radio that only recently appeared in Mount Hyjal.

But few people know that under Nuri’s gentle and kind appearance, hidden is a vicissitudes and gloomy soul, he is not as young as he looks on the surface, nor as happy as he looks on the surface.

In his tree house, Nuri sat on a chair, opened the letter in his hand, and only looked at it for the first time. The draenei frowned.

"Mr. Nuri:"

"We are very pleased to see that you have integrated into Azeroth's life and found your life goals. This is certainly what your father hopes to see."

"And your recent cooperation with the Dark Alliance, we also see in the eyes, the world believes that the victory of the Dark Alliance among the stars is due to the desperation of the warlocks and demon hunters, and their good luck, but we know very well All of this is inseparable from the key information you give. You are the founder of this hard-won victory."

"We know very well what your cooperation with the Dark Alliance is, but for our bluntness, relying on the weak power of the Dark Alliance, you want to achieve your goals in the stars, it will take too much time, and they It’s also difficult to do what you want them to do, so don’t waste any more time.”

"Three days later, the coast of Azshara, at midnight, is facing the brightest star in the sky of the endless sea. In that direction, you will see our messenger, and he will bring you a hope and a copy mission."

"We know what you want!"

"Hometown, you want to use your hometown to arouse the inner glory and courage of the tribes, and we will give you this opportunity!"

"But remember! If you choose to accept this hope, then that heavy mission will also rest on your shoulders..."

"You don't need to guess who we are. You will know it when you see it."

"Also, change your mind... If you can't find your way home in this strange world, why not let your home come to you?"

"Uh"

After Nuri read the not long letter, when he read the last word, a strange flame suddenly appeared on the envelope, and in an instant, the envelope burned in Nuri’s palm. Exhausted, the ashes and the flames were all cold, they did not bring a trace of temperature, and no harm to Nuri, even the slightest.

Very strange scene.

Moreover, there was no payment in the letter. Obviously, the person who wrote the letter did not want the letter to be seen by others, and this secret style of behavior allowed Nuri to probably guess who sent the letter.

He was hesitant to go to the appointment.

Since leaving the draenei city of Shattar in Northrend, Nuri has been very close to the Illidari Army. He has not concealed his past identity from Illidan, and Illidan is not the kind of execution. The absolute justice paladin, after Nuri handed the phase coordinates of some burning legion strongholds to Illidan, he became a "military adviser" to the Illidari legion.

Recently, Nuri has been busy in Mount Hyjal, working with the Dark Alliance to try to open up a new battlefield among the stars.

But the problem is that after carefully observing the strength of the Dark Alliance, Nuri is a little disappointed, Illidan's army is very strong, but to help Nuri realize his wish, there are still some weaknesses, even with the entire Dark Alliance. .

Nuri wants to recapture the draenei's home star, Argus, from that demon, and that place is one of the base camps of the Burning Legion, where the demons are beyond count, even if the Dark Alliance is willing to help desperately, Nuri is not May take them there to die.

And at this juncture, the letter appeared in Nuri’s hands, and the power vowed to ensure that they could help the draenei realize their wish, which seemed like a big talk, but Nuri felt that if Ai If Zelas still has a power to do all this, then it must be the group of guys who follow the death.

He had personally seen the power and resources of those guys, and if it were them, Nuri could indeed give it a go.

But the problem is...

The behavior style of the group of dark blades is really unintelligible. Nuri is worried that once he enters it, he will become part of another large conspiracy. He hates the conspiracy.

After 30 minutes, Nuri thought twice and finally decided to go to the appointment.

He inherited the legacy of his father. He had to find the final jigsaw for the missing draenei soul, but he did not want to give up any hope.

This guy is a man who crawled out of real hell. There is nothing in this world that deserves his fear.

With a large backpack, Nuri walked out of the tree house. Under the sunlight of Mount Hyjal, the draenei turned and locked the door. He looked at the key in his hand and put it on the window. He looked back at the quiet town under the sun. There was a hunch in his heart. Regardless of the outcome of this adventure, he might not come back here...

It is a pity that he still likes to come to this quiet place.

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At midnight three days later, on the coast of Azshara, wearing a black cloak and carrying a traveling battle, Nuri looked at the gloomy sky silently.

Tonight, the sea of ​​Azshara was filled with a gust of wind. Obviously, a big storm is about to fall here. In such a gloomy weather, no stars can be seen at all, but those brain-sucking undead have to set the password of the joint to "The brightest star in the night"...

This is how to do?

Nuri's eyes widened helplessly, trying hard to see the starlight hidden above the clouds above the gloomy storm eye, but the prophet like his father, the top astrologer, could be in Seeing the hidden starlight in such weather, Nuri is a warrior, he has no such talents and skills at all.

And just as the Draenei scratched his ears and scratched his head anxiously, in the dark water in front of his eyes, a huge and deep shadow, like a giant beast in the deepest trench of the deep sea, was quietly coming from the bottom of the sea. Float up.

A moment later, in a violent collision, in the black maelstrom full of torrents, the terrifying dark battleship Sea King, like a suspended iceberg, suddenly appeared in front of Nuri’s eyes. At the moment when the bright thunder flashed across the sky, in the darkness that was briefly illuminated, on the bow of the battleship, a man wearing a black captain uniform and holding a trident was condescendingly looking at him.

"Nuri. Velen?"

Dalin, the sea monster, looked at the draenei in front of him in defensive posture. There was no special expression in his cold eyes like the sea. He saw Nouri nodded and Dailin waved his finger. Battleships like abyssal monsters extend out the side of the ship made of moist and weird bones, reaching directly at the foot of Nuri.

"Come up! Or, turn around and leave, whatever you want!"

Dai Lin threw a word, turned around with her trident, and disappeared on the deck like a phantom.

In the cold, stormy darkness, Nuri looked at the weird stairs in front of him, exuding the coldness of death. He did not hesitate for too long. He grabbed the ladder composed of the wet bones in the cold perception , He quickly climbed up to the side of the sea kingship with a height of nearly 35 meters. A ghostly waiter appeared in front of him. The neatly dressed waiter opened the door of the dark cabin for him, and then made a "please" Pose.

Nuri walked into it, and at the next moment, the maritime kingship once again dived under the sea in the turbulence of the sea, and at the moment when this ghost ship dived into the sea, all the storms on the entire sea of ​​Azshara, all Overcast clouds and lightnings disappeared at this moment.

It is not that ghost ships always appear in gloomy storms, but when ghost ships appear, they are always accompanied by storms that destroy everything...

"Yo, you came a little late."

In one of the cabins of this ghost ship, when Nuri pushed the door open, he accidentally saw a real acquaintance.

The death lord Yrel, dressed in casual clothes, was sorting out a large backpack. She turned around and saw Nuri standing there. The hoof girl smiled at the fellow who had had a relationship, and then raised her feet. The big backpack, threw it to Nuri.

"Hold this!"

Yrel handed a box to Nuri, a sulky face, who took it in his hand, opened it, and at the next moment, a touch of green fluorescence was shining on his blue face, while he saw it. In an instant, Nuri frowned:

"what is this?"

"Part of Sargerite Keystone!"

Yrel explained in short words:

"You should have heard the legend of this stone in the legion. Our big lich told me that this thing can help you return to Argus as quickly as possible, as long as you know how to use it, so in the next 3 days , You must master the use of this stone at the fastest speed, and then return to the world of Argus and hide there."

Hoof Girl picked up a letter with magic and a ring from the table next to it, and handed it to her compatriot in front of her:

"There is this, this is your mission, and your mission signal stone. When the stone breaks, you can open the letter and do it as described in the letter."

"So, what do you want me to do?"

Looking at the green space stone in his hand, Nuri asked doubtfully:

"You can't just throw a strange thing to me, and then let me go back to Argus to stand by. I'm not undercover. I haven't received any training in this area. Do you even ask me to do something dumb?"

"No, I won't tell you! Nuri."

Yrel said seriously:

"But I don’t know. This letter was written by the Lord Lord himself. No one can open it unless the time comes, and I don’t have time to explain it to you... a war is coming, just In Azeroth, it was a hard battle, and even we had to use every means to win."

Hoof Girl raised her fist and thumped in Nuri’s chest:

"Remember, you are the son of Velen! Behaving decently!"

"Now, I am going to the battlefield. If all goes well, we may soon be able to meet again in Argus."

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