Azeroth’s Death Track

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Baitacheng Port, today's weather is slightly dimmer, the sky is like a layer of gauze.

According to the shamans who preached at Baitacheng Port, this afternoon, there may be a small rain sweeping the seaside city. This is not good news. Rainfall will always interfere with many things, such as the removal of city ruins. , Such as the work of the temporary residential area being built, and then mourning.

It has been a week since the end of the Doomsday War. The tumultuous and fierce wars seem to have happened yesterday. People who survived the accident will even wake up suddenly in their sleep, or they must put them under the pillow. Gun, otherwise you can't sleep peacefully. Of course, there are still many familiar faces that have completely disappeared with the end of the war. Those friends who can no longer be seen seem to remind people that the war is real.

The changes it has left in this world, and the price it has to pay to get through it, are so heavy and unacceptable.

In the early morning cemetery, in the humid cold sea fog that had not yet dispersed, citizens wearing black clothes stood in front of the newly established tombstones. The shadows in the mist appear shadowy. From time to time, a horse carriage drives the new coffin into the cemetery. Behind the horse body, there will always be a group of sad followers.

Some people come, some people walk away, the atmosphere of sorrow evacuates in this mist, so that the earth seems to be filled with tears of miss.

Matthias Shoal wore a black trench coat, a gentleman hat, his left hand was inserted in his pocket, and his right hand held a bunch of white dovetail flowers.

He had many friends and subordinates who died in the battle of the end. But as the head of MI7, he did not have much time to mourn the dead.

Detailed post-war casualty reports for the entire empire have not been sorted out because there are too many people dead. Like the Federation, which lost a seventh of its population out of thin air, the Empire also suffered heavy losses. In fact, all civilizations in the entire world seem to have been severely beaten. There are few intact cities in this world. The impact of the end of the war on Azeroth will take a long time to heal.

Fortunately, this world survived.

The deceased is dead, but the sad ones have to move on.

Standing in the misty fog, Shore put the dovetail flower in his hand on the new tombstone in front of his eyes. In front of him, there was a high-ranking assassin with seven military positions. All his relatives died in the battle of the northern border. He was alone, but he did not escape the call of death.

Even after his death, only Shore and Miao Miao came to say goodbye.

There are too many victims of this kind, so heartbreaking.

"Ben, go with peace of mind."

Shore put his hands in the pockets of the trench coat. He stood in front of the tombstone. He whispered:

"We survived and the whole world survived... I found a child who lost his loved ones and inherited the surname of your family. I will train him personally, just like I did when I trained you."

"Sorry, Ben, I'm not a good teacher, otherwise...otherwise you should be able to survive."

A breeze blew past, blowing the corners of Shore's windbreaker. He stared at the tombstone in front of him. He shook his head:

"Just like that, I will see you again."

After finishing, Shore put an old coin on the tombstone, then turned and left. The wind moved his body, and Shoal couldn't help but wrap the windbreaker tighter. In this cold morning, the master assassin seemed to feel the bitter cold.

And just the moment Shore left the cemetery, a young voice sounded behind him.

"Mr. Shore! Mr. Shore?"

"Ok?"

When Shore turned his head, he saw a newspaper boy in black clothes waving at him. The child was carrying a large bag of newspapers behind him, and it looked like he was working. While watching Shore look back, the newspaper boy hurried towards Shore. He panted and handed a letter and a small black bag to Shore. The child with a flush on his cheek explained:

"A gentleman just now, let me give you these two things."

After talking, it seemed to be afraid that Shore would not believe it. The newsboy said again:

"It's true! He described your dress to me and asked me to wait for you at the gate of the cemetery. Oh, yes, the man is wearing exactly the same clothes as you... his face, it seems... Exactly like you."

Shore's eyes narrowed, and he reached out to take the letter and the heavy little bag, then took out a few coins and said to the newspaper boy:

"Okay, gentleman, you did a good job. This is the reward I gave you. Hold it."

He put the coin in the hands of the newspaper boy, then turned and walked into a back alley, where a black engineering car was waiting for him.

Shore sat in the back seat of the car, gestured to the driver, and with the low hum of the engine, this rare car in the Empire drove into the newly cleaned seventh avenue.

In a slight bump, Shore opened the letter, and he was familiar with the font, because that was his font.

This is another letter he wrote to himself.

"Madias:"

"When you saw this letter, I had left this world."

"I'm sorry that I didn't stay with my grandmother when she died, but I know that you have completed the ceremony to see her off. Although you are just a fake..."

"You and I have been entangled for almost 15 years, sometimes I chase you, sometimes you ambush me. The reason and purpose of our contention is so ridiculous, after I returned from death, I hated You, because you took away my name and my identity, I wanted to kill you to replace you and get my things back. But in the end I found out that there is no need for this. "

"The soul trajectory of you and me in the first half of life is almost the same. On the battlefield of the Burning Plains, our destiny is staggered. I once thought that it was a tragedy, but it was not. It made me realize another kind of life. I am not I hate this kind of life, especially when I find out that I am pursuing a more noble and more valuable path, I no longer hate you."

"Live well, find a woman who understands you, have a few children, and inherit the blood of the Shore family."

"I gave you the spoils you deserved, but you have to understand that there are two teeth of the Devourer. I put my hand in a very distant place, if you want it to be complete in the end... ."

"Then, look for it among the stars, or let your son find it. Treating it as a family heritage mission is my last joke."

"Remember? This is our favorite treasure hunt game when we were kids."

"In short, goodbye, Matthias. This name, this identity, will always belong to you, don't let it down."

"---Black Shore."

The letter was not long. Shore only read it in a few minutes. There was not much expression on the MI7 leader’s face. He turned his head to look at the small bag beside him. He reached out his hand and picked it up. turn on.

A dagger made of the teeth of some kind of scary beast shining in the cold light was lying in it, emitting a reddish light.

This is a legendary weapon, but it is not complete.

Shaw took the dagger out, and between the five-finger activities, the dagger was like a butterfly wearing flowers, beating at the fingertips, and finally disappeared in Shaw's hands. He leaned on the leather chair and he relaxed. Tone, murmured:

"Am I among the stars?"

"It's really far away... Black Shore, you really can play..."

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Feralas wilderness, the ancient city of Herresalas.

Archmage Luo Ning anxiously waited outside the room of the Windrunner’s Manor. This magnanimous magistrate did not have the usual wise appearance. From time to time, he looked at the closed door and listened to the pain of the woman in it. Moaning, Luo Ning's fists couldn't help but clench.

"Can you sit down?"

On the other side, sitting in a chair, Ranger General Sylvanas in Ranger Chain Armour. The Windrunner murmured in a low tone:

"Sit there! Don't dangle! I am dizzy!"

"My wife is lying there!"

Luo Ning rebutted:

"And my soon-to-be born son! How do you calm me down?"

"Shut up! That's my sister (sister)!"

Sylvanas and Lilas around her shouted at the same time. The younger brother stared at Luo Ning with a knife-like sharp eye, and the latter took a step back later. Nathanos Maris, who was on the side, looked at the situation in front of him, he couldn't help but persuade:

"You all calm down, don't be nervous. It's not just you looking at Wen Leisa and her children. With the protection of the dead monarch, they will definitely be safe for mother and child."

As soon as the words fell, the door of the manor hall was pushed open. City defense general Lor'themar. Theron and his newlywed wife, Earl Liadrin, the Grand Knight came in a hurry, and Liadrin in armor walked away. Arriving at Sylvanas, the believer of the Light asked in a low voice:

"Are you all right? We rushed back when we received the news... was the child born?"

"not yet."

Sylvanas looked worriedly at the closed door. She said:

"It has been more than an hour...I am worried."

"The Holy Light will bless Wenlessa."

Liadrin comforted her, sitting next to her good friend, holding Sylvanas's hand, while Lor'themar stood with Ronin. The silent ranger patted Ronin's shoulder, trying Let the Archmage calm down.

"Wow"

After a few minutes, two children’s cries sounded in the room. Ronin, Lilas, and Sylvanas stood up at the same time. After a few minutes, the door opened, and the silver priest Ms. Paltris, holding two The baby in her baby came out and she said to the three people in front of her:

"It's two boys...and the mother and child are safe."

"Great!"

Sylvanas reached out and took a child tenderly, while Lilas Windrunner, the younger brother of the Windrunner family, took another child.

The eyes of the two babies have not been opened, but it can be seen that they have the characteristics of mixed blood between humans and elves, and probably because the parents have dragon blood, the two children are in good health.

Luo Ning looked at his child. He turned his head and walked quickly into the room. He looked at the weak wife on the bed. He knelt gently beside the bed, took his wife's hand, and kissed gently on the back of the hand ,He says:

"My little moon, you have worked hard."

Wen Leisa also looked at her husband. Her face was covered with sweat, and her eyes were tired and weak. She held Luo Ning's hand instead. She said:

"Just...I saw my sister and brother-in-law just now. They are by my side to support me and encourage me... They are just like us looking forward to the birth of their children, and I will call them Terry and Ore."

"All right."

Luo Ning smiled softly. He reached out and wiped the sweat for his wife. He said:

"Just follow what you said."

"There is good news, Wenlessa."

Liadrin walked over to Wenlessa, and she shone pure light in her hands to relieve her tiredness. She said to her good friend:

"The messenger sent by the Sun King has returned. He brought back the exact news. The ecological disaster of Quel'Thalas has completely stopped. The ecology of the land has been restored. Maybe in a few years, we can return to our hometown. , And your two children can grow up on the ground of the Windrunner family, just like our childhood."

"The Sunwell?"

Luo Ning frowned and asked:

"Isn't the Sunwell already destroyed?"

"The Sun King has his own plans."

Lor'themar Theron walked over to his wife. He carried his hands on his back and said to Luo Ning:

"It is said that His Majesty has recently been in contact with those children of the night, and he has found a way to completely cure the magic addiction. It is destroyed, but there is a Sunwell that hopes to recover, it will be a very important part."

"Here Saras will not be abandoned."

The ranger lord looked out the window. On the street in the distance, the elf magicians were manipulating the giant devil to clean up the ruins left by the end of the battle. Lor'themar said:

"Dalaran has been destroyed in the battle of doomsday. This city will become the new residence of Dalaran. It will also be transformed into a super large research base. We and the Empire will cooperate here to explore the combination of engineering and magic. It's like the federal's black iron zone. We will also explore ways to enter the stars. The Federation has already taken a step forward, and we cannot be left behind by the new era."

This remark made Luo Ning feel, he also looked at the end of the city, where the foundation of a mage tower has been laid, maybe not too long, the city will have a huge magic area, that is A symbol of the future.

The darkest past is over, and a new era has arrived.

No one can predict the future changes, but that will certainly not be worse than the past...

Perhaps it is time to let go of the past and open arms to welcome the new era.

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