Azeroth’s Death Track

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On the city square of Baita City Port, in the eyes of tens of thousands of people, the old Pope Alonso Fauo wore a wide white robe, with a heavy pope crown, among the priests’ Surrounded by crowds, they walked to the ceremony stage.

Today's Fa'ao crown looks very healthy. His shriveled cheeks are full, his eyes become bright, and his weak hand can hold the heavy cane firmly, his waist is very strong Straight, for those pastors who are familiar with the pope, today's crown seems to be 20 years younger.

The Pope walked on the square, he smiled, waved to those sincere believers, some excited believers even left excited tears because of the Pope's presence, they shouted Fau's name, chanted In the light of the Holy Light, at first, only the believers were singing, and then the song was like a storm, and soon swept the entire square.

The sacred song is like a bond, connecting all people's hearts together, and finally rushing to the sky, and the pope standing in front of the ceremonial platform also put his left hand on the chest and joined the song, the beating light The power is wrapped around his body, and the warm power, like a waterfall and aura, expands outwards, and finally covers the entire square.

In the Holy Light spell released by the Pope, everyone felt the warmth that went straight into the soul, just as the Holy Light whispered in the ear, constantly washing the hearts of the believers, at the moment when the loud song was about to end, teach Zong breathed a sigh of relief. His left hand was placed on the opened pages of the holy book in front of the ceremonial stage, and a golden halo burst suddenly. Above the square, a triangle was formed, dotted with endless runes and light. The emblem is like a real miracle.

This scene made believers can't help cheering again, the whole square seemed to become a sea of ​​happiness.

And the undisguised joy also made a smile appear on the corner of the pope's mouth. He likes this kind of scene. Staying with the fellows of the Holy Light always makes him feel like returning to the warmest home.

But this is already the last holy light under the French crown...

The old man's life is running out. For today's ritual, he received the treatment of the Druids of the Blight, and infused his old body with the powerful vitality of life, so that he can be like a strong man. Completely fulfill his final mission, but this pure vitality can only help the Pope to complete this last journey, but can not really save him.

Just like a broken bucket, no matter how much water is added to it, it is impossible to fill the gap of the bucket in this way. The water will eventually completely dissipate, and when the water dries up, it means that the old pope has died. time.

His will will enter the Holy Light, and his soul will belong to the quiet faraway.

This is a destiny that is doomed to be changed.

"Ding"

The pope’s fingers flicked in the air, resounding like bells, echoing over the city square, which represented the coronation ceremony was about to begin. In this resounding echo, the white-haired knight Uther held the Holy God The banner of the cable empire, riding on a pure white horse, slowly entered the city square. Behind him were the knights carrying the flags of the six human nations.

At the moment when Uther stepped onto the city square, the low horn sounded instantly. Compared with the mild chant, this kind of battlefield Jin Ge iron horse sound is more shocking.

The arrogant spirit of the Arathor Empire is the real pillar that supports human civilization to the present. That is the tenacity inscribed in every human bone, the courage flowing in the blood. It follows the warriors of the empire in the battle of the land of northern Xinjiang. In the vast yellow sands of Silithus, among the cold mountains and rivers of Northrend, all left the mark of human civilization.

Countless warriors and commanders have used their lives and blood to regain respect for human civilization. After they have experienced a hell-like defeat, they have not been defeated, but continue to serve their country and people, and even this Fighting in the world, even the most proud elves are proud of the victory won by fighting side by side with human beings, and even the most terrifying ancient gods are defeated by the horn of the golden soldiers of human soldiers.

This is not just a story about the rebirth of a fire, it is a story about a civilization that cannot stand.

This is the best story in the world.

Although the Alterac Kingdom has been removed from the empire because of some things in the past, and no emissaries have been sent from other kingdoms today, it seems somewhat embarrassing for the knights to walk on the square with those flags, but even so, watching those The mighty knights were juxtaposed on both sides of the white jade stone steps and the red carpet in the sound of the horn. In the banner exhibition, surrounded by the Bishop of Chaldeans and the officials of the Kingdom of the Storm, Varian Wuri stepped on the ceremonial stage The moment En appeared, the people who came to watch the ceremony still gave waves of cheers like waves.

The mages of Dalaran used magic to create thousands of bright petals, while the knights standing in high places floated blue ribbons in the air. The prince of the Kingdom of Storms, the commander of the Silver Dawn Regiment, the heroic spirit Anduin. Wrynn walked in front of Varian and Valira with his father's sword. As the father's leader, the prince's handsome face and the steely temperament cultivated through the war, It attracted a lot of screaming girls from Huaichun, and also made Saranti look gloomy at the viewing platform.

The elf girl knew that Anduin should not be played today. Now, besides the little **** who tried to seduce Anduin in the Order, she had countless more fists and wanted to get rid of them. Her Anduin swallowed her rival.

While Varian Wrynn and his wife Valilla walked in Anduin, the king’s appearance was not handsome. The scars on his face would make many timid people feel scared, but he The unprecedented iron temperament on his body could make the young man with heart and blood cheer for him. He walked forward like a lion patrolling his territory. The majestic spirit was enough to make people admired.

The king's wife Valila is a perfect elf. She has all the advantages of a high elf. The white long dress is worn on her, making her like the most beautiful flowers blooming in this square today. It also makes her Became the perfect dream lover in the hearts of the imperial people. She took her husband's arm and felt joy for her husband's upcoming glory moment. She accompanied Varian all the way, she knew that it was Varian deserved everything of.

Behind the king, the ministers of the Storm Kingdom stood on the sides of the road with their chests on their chests. Old Marshal Windsor in a wheelchair watched his majesty move forward, he could not help but to the army around him Marshal Halfer Wimbahn said:

"I never thought I could see this scene with my own eyes. I have said long ago that Varian is the most perfect heir to Emperor Lothar. Now, he is finally here."

"Yes."

The Field Marshal in military uniform nodded, the Paladin whispered:

"Although this ceremony, this glory came a few years late...but it was not too late."

"Don't talk, keep quiet!"

The industrial minister standing next to the two, the pygmy Gerbin Mekkatorque, was sitting on his own chocobo. Only in this way could he be ensured that he could stare at the others without being overlooked, wearing a black top hat The dwarf was also very excited. He and Varian were good friends, but at this time, he forced himself to quiet down and pretended to tell the two marshals around him:

"We represent Varian's majesty and can't embarrass him... Oh, look at the crown, made by the Towels! It's gorgeous!"

A gnome is a gnome, and its attention is maintained for less than a few minutes, and it is attracted to other things.

But Mekkatorque was right. At the moment Varian walked to the ceremonial stage, the pure Deyek personally brought his crown and scepter for the emperor. As the dwarf said, this emperor's crown, It was made by the Towels specifically for the coronation of the emperor of the empire. It was a collection of the best gem artisans of the group of catmen, and was polished with the best gems in the Uldum desert.

It is placed on a tray, and under the sunshine, it is like a mountain of jewels shining with endless light. The gorgeous luster embellishes the crown with seven colors of light and shadow, making it look so luxurious, but also let Some women on the viewing platform screamed enviously.

"You are finally here, Varian."

Faor stood on the three steps under the crown, he looked at Varian in front of him, he smiled gently, he said:

"If Losa sees this scene, he will definitely feel proud of you."

Speaking, when the Pope reached out his hand, he would pick up the holy water next to him and carry out the coronation ceremony for the king. Beside the Uther knight, he said something to the knight, and the knight's face changed greatly, even disregarding the etiquette, he jumped from the war horse, and in the surprised gaze of everyone on the viewing platform and the square, he came The Pope and Varian said something to them.

What's wrong?

Why did the ceremony stop?

Did something happen?

Everyone had these conjectures in mind, and at this moment, the whole square was scary...

The Holy Light is on, the human empire is already plagued by disasters, and no more plagues.

"You guys!"

The Pope felt the doubts that filled the square, he nodded to Uther, the knight turned and left, and then the Pope turned, he raised his hands and let the light of the Holy Light show again, and in the light The pope spread with joy in the square and even the city.

"Cheers, everyone!"

"The belated kings have finally arrived. They will personally bless the coronation of His Majesty the Emperor...The Empire will usher in true unity today..."

"Continue cheering!"

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"Om"

In the cathedral behind the ceremonial platform, the portals from the four sides opened at almost the same time, and the faint blue halo gleamed in the church, like a stream of endless lights.

The first step forward was King Garin Torbain of the Kingdom of Stromgarde, and the silver priest Ms. Paltris behind him.

Then there was King Liam Greymane of the Kingdom of Gilneas, and several military nobles who followed him, wearing long swords and guarding in front of the king.

His majesty Arthas, who changed into a ceremonial robe, also walked out of the portal. He embraced his son. Behind him, he was a group of gray-faced nobles. They also wore brand new robes, very bright, but There was no expression of joy on their faces.

The last one who came out of the portal was not Drake Proudmoore, King of Kul Tiras, but Ms. Jaina wearing a hood and holding a staff. Her expression was silent, and she was all around There was a lost temperament, but when she saw her husband and son, a little warmness appeared in Ms. Jaina’s blue eyes. She walked to her husband and took her son, holding it tightly. In your arms.

"What's wrong?"

Galin looked at the people around him. The dark-skinned king said like a joke, with a playful voice:

"Either don't come, or come together, so we actually negotiated in advance to surprise Varian, right?"

"I'm not in a joke right now, Garin."

Arthas glanced at Garin Torbain, who comforted his wife, he said:

"I’ve been on Varian’s side since the beginning, unlike you, a political speculator, but you still admitted your failure, forget it, now it’s not interesting to say that, let’s go, let us Go and see His Majesty the Emperor."

"and many more!"

King Liam looked at Jaina, who was coming alone, with some doubt. He asked:

"Drake, didn't you come?"

Jaina shook her head. The girl of the sea reached out and took off her hood. She shook her long blond hair. She leaned on the staff and said slightly:

"My brother made a decision, it was a regrettable decision, but I do not agree with him and his crazy ideas, so today, I, Jaina Proudmoore, represent Kul Tiras attend!"

"You are crazy! Jaina!"

Liam frowned and said:

"Your brother is the king of Kul Tiras, you are not qualified to represent Kul Tiras, and you must know that your actions may directly cause the war between Kul Tiras and the Empire..."

"It's Drake who chose war, not me! His pursuit of power has turned him into someone I don't know! And Tanred doesn't care about state affairs at all, they are two bastards! My mother was taken by them Heartbroken, she gave me the power to represent the Proudmoore family, just today! I am here, representing the Proudmoore family here!"

The Archmage embraced her son. She tried not to let her tears flow down. She gritted her teeth and said:

"Don't worry about Drake, I can't persuade him, but someone can!"

"Kul Tiras and the Empire will not fight, I can guarantee!"

Arthas stepped forward and hugged his wife in his arms. He brushed Jaina's hair and said a few words to his wife. Then he looked back at the two kings and the disgraced nobles. He said:

"Come on, everyone."

"Don't let other people read human jokes, or let Varian wait for a long time."

"Today is his glorious day..."

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