Azeroth’s Death Track

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The exquisite crystal cup hit the gorgeously decorated wall fiercely, and the exquisite gadget shattered on the wall, and the ceremonial knife hanging on the wall was knocked off the bracket, between the clanging sounds, the sharp The ritual knife was inserted on the ground, and the blade and handle were still buzzing.

The owner of this room, or rather the owner of the castle, the palace, and Drake Proudmoore, King of Kul Tiras, propped his fist on the table in front of him, his eyes staring deadly in the air. The magic projection in, which was cast by the casters from Dalaran to every city in the world, about the coronation ceremony of the emperor of the human empire, Varian Wrynn.

The ceremony had come to an end. In the clear projection, Varian Wrynn, with a simple crown, held the scepter of the first emperor Lothar, under the crown of the Pope, and the Surrounded by, greeting representatives of all forces from the entire world, cheering with the imperial people, and the arrangement of the coronation ceremony is not luxurious, but even from the perspective of the projection in front of us, the city beyond 10,000 miles has become a chant Ocean.

"Cowards! A group of cowards!"

The last item of the coronation ceremony was that Emperor Varian was going to give a speech to the people and the entire empire, but the angry Drake did not want to listen anymore.

His inner anger burned in his body like a wildfire. He roared with a twisted face, waved his fists, smashed the projected crystal on the table in front of him, the picture supported by magic became blurred, and then suddenly dissipated at the next moment.

But it's useless...

Because in the square of Port Boralus, a larger projection hangs from the sky, almost attracting the attention of the people of the entire city.

"Turn it off!"

Drake covered his forehead. He was like a wounded warrior. After venting his anger, he sat weakly in his chair. He said to another person in his room:

"Go turn it off!"

"That's too late."

Tenred Proudmoore leaning by the window glanced out, even in the Proudmoore fortress in the center of the city, he could see the shining projections on the edge of the city, and the non-existent In the voice, he shook his head, picked up the glass and calmly said to his brother:

"You think Varian will be a big ugly before allowing the mage to install this projection in the city. My mother and I had persuaded you at the time. This was too risky. Now it turns out that my mother and my dissuasion are correct. ."

Tanred drank the wine in the glass and then held the navy knife in his waist. He ignored Drake’s almost murderous gaze, but Shi Shiran, as if deliberately arsoning the fire, Say to your brother:

"It's not Varian who is ugly now, but you, Drake Proudmoore, King of Kul Tiras, the only king who did not appear in the coronation ceremony, if there is no Anna, no my sister, you The appearance of her sister, without her sacrifice, the entire Kul Tiras will become the laughing stock of the Empire!"

"And how do you treat her? How do you treat this poor woman who saved your reputation?"

A hint of anger flashed in Tanred's calm eyes. He looked at his brother and said:

"You call Anna a "traitor" in front of my mother and me! You want her to get out of your country, and you announce that the woman who persuaded you to cease to be part of the Proudmoore family... tell me, Drake, are you crazy?"

This sorrowful admiral was not interested in anything other than war after his wife died in a disaster. In fact, if it wasn’t because Drake was doing too much today, he wouldn’t Will walk down from his flagship moored in Boralus Port.

Jaina came to Kul Tiras to persuade Drake, but was strictly rejected by Drake, and was abused and expelled. The mother of the two, the widow of Dai Lin, Ms. Catherine Proudmoore witnessed her son and The daughter's breakup and quarreling made the elderly lady unbearable. She fell into a syncope and was brought back to the empire by Jaina.

Following Dai Lin’s death, the Proudmoore family who supported each other on their way to a moment of disintegration today made Tenred, who was already inexcusable, feel anger.

The people watching the magic projection thought that Princess Jaina was the messenger sent by King Derek to the empire, so when Jaina appeared in the projection, the whole city was cheering. Indeed, compared to the Dray sitting in Kul Tiras Her Majesty, Ms. Jaina Proudmoore is more known to the outside world, and the daughter of the sea is more like Kul Tiras’ true spokesperson in the empire.

But the cheering people did not know what kind of terrible pressure and grievances the princess of her country was under, and under what helplessness did she appear on behalf of Kul Tiras in the coronation ceremony.

"You said I was crazy?"

Drake heard his brother's question. He looked up and looked at his brother crimsonly. He said in an incredible tone:

"Anna accused me of being blinded by power. She said that I changed and became a disgusting political creature. She lived in the empire and lived with her husband and son. She already felt strange to me. , But my brother... do you think so? You also think that I am greedy for the **** throne, so boycott Varian Wrynn so crazy?"

"I tell you, Tenred!"

His Majesty Drake stood up, his fists were excited, flapping his heart, he roared like a beast:

"I don't care who becomes the emperor at all!"

"Whether it's Galin or Alsace, if they are crowned today! I will definitely go by myself! But Varian, but Varian can't do it! This has nothing to do with those nobles! They cowardly persuade and interfere Not my decision, this is the grudge between Varian Wrynn and the Proudmoore family!"

"He is a piece of dark blade! You have also read the information compiled by the agents, you have also read..."

Drake gritted his teeth and said:

"On the battlefield of the Battle of Northern Frontiers that year, many people saw that the sword of Emperor Lothar finally fell on Tyrion. How did Varian get the sword? His son was still The king of the undead was raised by Anduin Wrynn all the way up in the country of the Silver Dawn Church. Apart from his own efforts, wouldn’t Tyrion’s involvement?”

"I said Anna was a traitor! Because I think she has forgotten one thing..."

"She selectively ignored the power behind Varian, you and me, and the encounter with her biological father. Tyrion turned our father into a monster! And now, Varian becomes the emperor , It means, the empire... the human empire that we wholeheartedly guard will also become a dark edge plaything!"

"You ask me if I'm crazy. I think it's more appropriate for you to answer this question. Tell me, Tenred, you, like Anna, have you forgotten our father's disaster?"

"Are you going to treat yourself as an ostrich and forget the hatred?"

Drake's roar echoed in the room. Tenred supported the knife handle and looked silent. After a few minutes of confrontation, the admiral looked at his brother. He shook his head and said:

"Varian is Varian, Tyrion is Tyrion, and you can’t transfer hatred of Tyrion to Varian! I don’t believe Varian is a loyal servant of Tyrion! This is not at all may!"

"I know that he was also my friend, which is why I didn't take the fleet to Varian to settle the accounts!"

Drake breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the ceremonial knife inserted on the floor.

"I can allow him to return to his country, I can let him reform, and I can even support him to eliminate the nobles...but only to become the emperor! No! He wants to let me until he has not scrutinized himself. Bow down to him! I will not admit his position as emperor!"

"So, because of your hatred, would you rather drag the entire Kul Tiras into the war?"

"We have talked to my father more than once. Have you ever heard his hatred of Tyrion from his father's mouth? No! It's all your own brains, sober, Drake! You are pushing stubbornly A dispute and war that should never happen!"

Tenred looked at his brother with his horns, and he persuaded for the last time:

"Once the people discover your true intentions, do you think that the entire people of Kul Tiras will be on your side? The nobles in the country are eager to move, they will not be willing to die, and you... you just They are given a perfect opportunity to spread chaos. You are ruining this country with your own hands! You are a king, not a warrior, and your hatred cannot override your choices and thoughts."

"You! You shouldn't do this!"

"But that's how I did it! Do you want to resist me? Brother!"

Drake's anger rose, his impulse broke through the shackles of reason, and he said to Tanred:

"Either stand on the side of the Proudmoore family, or stand on the side of Varian, you choose it yourself!"

"You! You can't represent Proudmoore at all!"

Tanred was also irritated by his brother’s stubbornness, and the admiral untied the command knife in his waist and slammed it on Drake’s table. He showed no weakness to his brother. See, he said word by word:

"Anna is right! You have changed!"

"Maybe it's not power that changed you... it's hatred!"

"You say that Tyrion turned our father into a monster! Look at you, Drake, it's you who really turns into a monster!"

"Do you want me to make a choice? Okay!"

"I don't want to do it! Take your army to war yourself! When you drown in the hatred of nothingness, I will collect the corpse for you!"

Seeing his brother stepping out of the room, Drake wanted to keep it, but he couldn't even say a word. The solitary orphans looked at the general's command knife on his desk. His mind was dizzy. He took a step back and stumbled backward. In his own chair.

"Gosh...gosh."

"What have I done..."

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"Boom, boom"

The day was gone, and the night was coming. Outside the port of Boralus that night, without warning, a violent storm suddenly set off. The horrible storm hit the whole city like hail, forcing people to only Can hide in the room or tavern, passing the time of the night boring, and in the storm, thunder and thunder, a small sampan with a heavy fog slipped silently into Burla like a ghost. In the waterways of Luss.

It was unmanned, but in the misty parcel, it went all the way upstream, letting the storm blow, without any slight slowdown. The sampan finally docked behind the castle of Proudmoore, accompanied by the mist. Fanned out, a tall figure strolled to his home that had not returned for a long time.

In the dark wind and rain, a bunch of pale lightning suddenly dashed across the sky, illuminating the darkness, and also illuminating the figure of Dai Lin who walked into the castle. The devil of the sea did not carry his own iconic trident Halberd, he is like an old man returning home. He is familiar with the car and bypasses all the guards. Under the darkness, he easily enters the fortress' castle.

Wherever he went, he left footprints infiltrating the sea water, and a slight cold breath.

At this time, in the room of King Drake Proudmoore of Kul Tiras, the ruler was drunk, he no longer had the majesty of being a king, he just poured a pile of wine bottles. In the middle, the glass windows of the room are large, and the green curtains sway in the wind, while the cold rain splashes the floor of the room.

Drake was like a corpse falling into the water, like there was no trace of anger. He was in pain. The tangled mind was like a cloud over his body, even a blind man could feel it.

Drunk in the drunk felt that his collar was caught by a pair of cold hands. At the next moment, the whole person was mentioned in the air. The cold that penetrated into the soul made Drake's drink quickly dissipate, but still Before he could say a word, a loud slap hit his cheek, and he tried to spin Drake all over the air for several weeks before he stumbled on the floor.

In front of him, the expressionless Dai Lin stood in the violent wind of the window, the hair of the sea demon was blown apart, and in the lightning light, Dai Lin looked at his son trying to climb up coldly. , He asked in a cold tone:

"When did the heir to the Proudmoore family become a weak drunk?"

"When did my son become a coward who would only hurt his family?"

"When did the king of Kul Tiras become a reckless man who provoked war at will?"

"Drake Proudmoore! You really...disappointed me! But I know that my son is not a person who can only make decisions based on feelings, so you have troubles, right?"

"Then say it, boy, I'm waiting for your explanation!"

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