Azeroth’s Death Track

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The fate of the world revealed under the land of Silithus cannot be known to everyone, but the warning issued by the spirit of the world will eventually sound through the land, where the mission spokesperson Muradin starred from night to night. While Silithus rushed to the land of dispute, there was another person in the center of Kalimdor mainland, in the Baitacheng port on the coast of the Thousand Needles, who followed the path of fate and came here.

Disguised as Varian Wrynn, dressed in a black cloak and carrying a suitcase, dressed like an ordinary businessman, he took his wife's wrist and walked down a wharf from a goblin merchant ship. With the bustling crowd coming out of the pier, at the entrance of the pier, there was a black carriage docking there.

Varian looked around, then took Valila, and stepped into the humble carriage.

Varian and his wife were sitting on the seat of the carriage, and opposite him, the sad archbishop Chaldean Morgan was watching him.

"The situation is terrible, Your Majesty."

Chaldean was still wearing the black priest's robe, which was solemn and simple. He held a Holy Light Canon in his hand. There was no purple decorative dagger in his waist. Instead, it was embellished. Cross wand with blue gems.

The archbishop held his emblem of holy light. On his neck and wrists, the lines left by the light-casting ceremony did not give the bishop a strange feeling. On the contrary, those golden lines made him look special. .

He said to Varian:

"Our reforms have made you a traitor in the eyes of the nobles, and now the decision under the crown of the pope has put you on the cusp of the storm. They all believe that the pope will use the power of theocracy to help you board On the throne of the emperor, so now, in addition to the Kingdom of Storms, the nobles in other kingdoms have smelled of the doomsday fear, the feeling of restlessness makes them crazy...I don’t even dare to let you and the queen use the portal, God knows what the noble nobles will do."

"They should feel fear, Chaldean."

Facing the difficult situation in front of him, Varian said disdainfully:

"The victory of the Federation and the better and better situation of the Kingdom of Stormwind have proved that those who think highly of themselves are not indispensable "talents" of a country. They will be eliminated by the times, and the people are on our side! Months..."

"I know what you want to say, Your Majesty."

The Chaldeans knocked on the carriage of the carriage to let the driver set off. In the collision between the wheels of the carriage and the ground, the archbishop whispered:

"I know that last month, the Kingdom of Gilneas and the Kingdom of Lordaeron, another group of refugees crossed the border and volunteered to become a national of the Kingdom of Stormwind. I know that the people of the entire empire are watching us secretly, and they are also eager to meet our Like the people, enjoy real power and freedom, but IMHO, Your Majesty, in the storm you are about to face, the support of the people is far more deadly than the dagger stabbed in the dark..."

"It doesn't matter, my queen will protect me."

Varian smiled, holding his wife's waist, and the elf assassin Queen Valilla shrugged. She didn't mind doing bad things, and she was still for her beloved man. In the past two years, she has been Many of the assassins who tried to hurt Varian's neck were cut by their own hands. For her true assassin master, the killers that the nobles can hire are simply laymen.

Especially after the Assassin Alliance announced that it would no longer accept the commission on the assassination of Varian a year ago, the quality of the assassins dispatched has plummeted.

"Don't worry, Chaldean!"

Varian patted his archbishop's shoulder, a stubbornness flashed in his black eyes, he said:

"No matter what the purpose of calling me to come under the Falcon crown, I will not be afraid! Those cowards can not get anything on the battlefield, they also do not want to use conspiracy and trickery! As for the emperor's throne... Frankly speaking, I Don't care."

The gladiator king said frankly:

"Everyone can be an emperor, as long as he can rebirth the empire. If they can do it, I would even give up the position of king and give them Sdomka, but... besides me, Are there any other responses to the Pope's call?"

The Fa'ao crown issued a call to various kings a few days ago. This matter is well known, and the melon-eaters of the empire have foreseen it. The emperor's throne, which has been hanging for many years, is about to usher in a new master. , The whole empire became restless.

In the face of Varian's inquiry, Archbishop Chaldean shrugged. He said in disappointment:

"No, only you are here."

This answer disappointed Varian. It seems that the friends who grew up together had their own ideas. Looking at the Chaldees, he said:

"Alsace, hasn't he come yet?"

"Uh, about His Majesty Arthas' absence, I heard some gossip."

Chaldean frowned and replied:

"It is said that Her Majesty Arthas and Queen Jaina planned to come over, but Lordaeron’s noble council prevented their actions and they declared that once Arthas left Lordaeron, they would initiate impeachment against Arthas. ...Because Arthas and Jaina have sons, Lordaeron’s inheritance rights are guaranteed, so according to Lordaeron’s inheritance law, the nobles can indeed unite to try to remove the king."

"It's so stupid, they can't succeed."

Valila said disdainfully:

"Alsace was very popular in Lordaeron, and the lower class nobles also supported him. Those big nobles just humiliated themselves."

"Everyone knows they can't succeed, my majesty."

Chaldean smiled bitterly and said:

"But they made this gesture just to block Alsace. They realized that once the Pope made a decision, whether from the level of faith, or from the perspective of the brotherhood of Alsace and His Majesty Varian, It is likely that His Majesty Arthas will immediately fall to Varian, which the nobles did not want to see."

"They don’t want Varian to become an emperor. They are afraid that Varian will spread the reforms of the Kingdom of Stormwind to the entire empire. Your Majesty, just yesterday, on the border of the Kingdom of Stromgarde, the counts of the two counties declared their independence from the Kingdom of Stromgarde! Ms. Paltris rushed back to the Dustwallow Marsh overnight, and His Majesty Galing, It's said that it's already burnt."

"A group of cancerous tumors!"

Varian's fist was waving in the air, a flash of murderous intention flashed in his scarred eyes:

"Dark Blade should have been..."

"Your Majesty! Enough!"

Varian’s hateful speech changed Caleb’s face, and the Archbishop rebuked:

"It's enough to think about this in your heart, you can't say it! It's been so long, have you not adapted to be a king?"

"Furan"

The Gladiator King of the Storm Kingdom sighed with relief. He opened his eyes and smiled at Chaldees:

"Well, I'm just... more angry, I will pay attention, Chaldean."

"Let's go, let's go to see the French crown, let's go to see this respectable old man."

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"This is the wine produced by the winery outside the new Stormwind City. Under the crown, I specially bring you a taste."

In the Pope's bedroom in the Bright Cathedral, Varian was like seeing his elders. He held a bottle of finely decorated wine in his hand. There was no king's shelf at all. He put the blood red and exuded fruit. The wine was poured into the glass, and both hands were handed to the pope lying on the bed, and the drooping old Faw looked very good today. He held the glass with a slightly trembling hand, then sipped Mouth wine.

It stands to reason that patients cannot drink alcohol. However, the current situation under the Fa'ao crown has probably reached the level of "good food", so there are no taboos.

Like a normal old man under the crown, he complained to Varian sitting beside his bed:

"Oh, this wine is so delicious, it reminds me of the afternoon drink at Stratholme, you don’t know, little Varian, they don’t let me eat this one, don’t let me eat that one, Say what is harmful to health...Look at the light, see what I am doing now, do I still care about health? Seriously, can’t they let an old man squander the last moments of his life?"

The Pope’s straight and frank words made the pure Dejek and the Chaldean Bishop stand aside, and Varian also patted the pope’s shoulder, he was like a real Like the younger generation, he sincerely said:

"Don’t be discouraged, you will be well, Ms. Tyrande will come over soon, and Ms. Mojana, my son Anduin may invite a Naru to come over and take a look at your body ...You have to persevere, just like your past life, so much suffering has failed you, you are like Mr. Alonzos! This country needs you."

"Okay, okay, little Varian."

In the last few days of his life, the eyes under Faor's crown became clear again. As if he had seen through the world, he said to Varian:

"Don’t comfort me, I know my situation, I have no regrets, little Varian, I am not afraid of the arrival of death, but the only thing that makes me feel regret is that I may not be able to see it myself. Seeing you inherit the mantle of your adoptive father... you know what I did for you here, right?"

Hearing this, Varian nodded silently, and he said to Fao:

"Actually, on the way I came, I wanted to tell you, whoever is the emperor is the same, but... if it is in the name of Lothar, then I will say, if you want me to carry this heavy burden, then I will Follow your expectations, and I will not fail my adoptive father, nor will I fail your expectations."

"Ah, very good."

Fao Mian took another sip of wine, he sighed and said to Varian:

"Actually, when you came back with Stomka, I should make up my mind, but at that time, many factors were affecting me, but fortunately, it is not too late now, everything you do in the Kingdom of Storms, I Seeing it in my eyes, the hope of watering with blood is booming, and I see a scene that is very different from the past 2800."

"They will say that you are following the model of the Federation, you are turning the Empire into a part of the Federation, but those idiots have no courage to make changes, and all of them bury their heads in the sand, but they have to pretend to be themselves. very powerful."

He shook his head under the crown:

"You made a change, you led the change, you found a way forward for this country, Varian, that's why I am determined now, you have the courage that no one else has, you know, there is At times, in order to do the right thing, sacrifices must be made, and you will not abuse the power in your hands."

"In the past period of time, many people came to lobby me with many purposes. They used gorgeous rhetoric and language to try to influence my judgment, but I was just old and I was not blind."

"No matter how sincere the language is, it is not as good as one in 10,000."

The Pope stretched out his hand with a smile, and the pure man on the side immediately delivered a scroll to the Pope. The old man sat up and handed the scroll to Varian. He said:

"In the eyes of those people, power is power, high above, looking down on the world."

"In your eyes, power means duty and mission. Not only will you become an emperor, you will also be a strong shield to protect the people, and you will also be the head of the flock, and you must always be vigilant not to bring the flock to hell. ..."

"I know, you can do it, Losa's will is burning on you, little Varian, this is also his wish!"

"In the relics of Lothar, there is a gift, a mission, a blessing, both the gift and the mission have been completed, and now only this blessing should be transferred to the hands of the real emperor... to be honest, neither do I I know what is sealed in the scroll left by Lothar, but if you want to become an emperor, you must open it!"

Varian glanced at his wife, and then at Chaldeans. Finally, he reached out his hand and took the scroll. In the gaze of religious expectation, the gladiator king tore the scroll away. At the next moment, such as blood In the light of the moon halo, Varian's will broke away from his body and went to a mysterious place.

Under Faor Mian, he drank the wine in his mouth, he groaned freely, and then turned his head, beckoning the Archbishop of Chaldean who was standing on the side. Raising his own scepter with difficulty, it represents the authority of the pope. In Chaldee's surprised gaze, Faw put the scepter in his hand.

The old man who saw the world and said to Chaldees:

"I know that you have experienced darkness that ordinary people cannot imagine. You are not a good person, but you are not a bad person."

"I chose you, Chaldeans, because you have experienced darkness, and you know how valuable light is. I believe that under your leadership, the Holy Light Church and all our believers will no longer be captured by darkness. ...You will become the person of the Holy Light, you will become a perfect embodiment of the Holy Light, you will articulate hope, shatter despair..."

"Promise me! You must do it!"

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Varian did not know what was happening in the outside world. When he tore the scroll, the soul mantra engraved on it pulled his will into this cold and dark land. Where he had been in the future, he even doubted whether his adoptive father, Losa, had actually been here.

What's the secret in that scroll?

Where is this?

And as Varian looked around, a familiar voice sounded in the darkness behind him, like a real old friend saying hello.

"Yo, Varian Wrynn..."

The Lord Lord holding two wine glasses wandered out of the darkness. Wherever he went, the darkness retreated obediently, revealing the true original appearance of the dead world in front of the soul of this living creature.

He looked at Varian. He raised the glass in his hand. He said:

"You came too late..."

"It's about 4 years later than I expected."

"But it's okay, being late is much better than not... would you like a drink?"

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