Azeroth’s Death Track

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Silver Dawn State, Stratholme, in a room in Andorhal City.

Archbishop Turalyon of the Legion of Light is sitting at his desk, browsing the outline plan for the reconstruction of the city of Andorhal. He writes his opinions on the thick plan from time to time. Although it was dusk, and the golden sunset was shining outside the window in this room, the crystal stone lamp on the desk had been turned on.

In the end of the battle, Turalyon beheaded three high-level demon lords alone, but he also suffered a curse spell from the lord of the soul. His eyes were almost blind, and after the war to the present day, the magic power of the curse was dispelled daily by the washing of the light energy. To this day, he can already see things, but his vision is still not fully restored.

Combined with Turalyon's gray-haired head and the plain and simple priest's robe, this is a big knight close to the shape of the elderly. But Turalyon is in his 40s this year, and he is not old.

Just as the Grand Knight finished reading the last page of the urban renewal plan and covered his private seal on the plan, a faint wind blew into the room suddenly, and the shadows on the corners of the walls were weak. The shaking is like being given a dark life.

Turalyon didn't raise his head, he didn't seem to feel the abnormality in the room at all. He set aside the plan in his hand, picked up another document, and watched it in the light, without looking up:

"You came..."

With the enquiry of the Grand Knight, the dark shadow in the corner of the room twisted strangely, like a figure in a black veil. Between the shadows, the guy's face could not be seen clearly.

The shadow-shaped guest stretched his arms easily, and he responded with a hoarse voice:

"Yes, I'm here."

"You shouldn't be here."

Turalyon picked up his signature pen and said:

"At least it shouldn't be this time, haven't you always been accustomed to acting at night?"

"Look what you said."

The existence of the shadow gathering is very familiar and haha:

"We are horrible demons. When we want to come, we will come whenever we want! We will go where we want to go!"

"This is the land of the Silver Dawn Order!"

The Grand Knight signed his name on the file in his hand. He paused for a moment and said:

"As long as I give orders, hundreds of paladins will round you up. In the case of Azeroth today, as long as you dare to reveal whereabouts, then you will be dead. Now no one is afraid of demons. , You lost..."

"Lost is the Burning Legion!"

The shadow stood up straight and took a step forward, exposing itself to the golden sunset, revealing the pale, twisted face of Casanatir. He had a weird smile on his face. On his finger, there was a ring made of the skull of the horror demon. In the other hand, he carried a white bone cane. He said:

"not us!"

"The devil Xinghai Empire has not lost, in fact, we are also on the winner's side."

Cassanatil opened the chair in front of Turalyon, and he sat on it with carelessness. Put the boned cane aside, support the cheek with the left hand, and pick up the emblem of the Holy Light visited on Turalyon's table with his right hand and play in the cruel claws.

In the light of the crystal table lamp, Turalyon raised his head and looked at the Casanathir in front of him. The Grand Knight looked at the eyes of the demon. In the reflection of those eyes, he seemed to see another himself.

"Are you here to retrieve your stuff?"

Turalyon asked:

"Your identity, your status, your reputation, and your name?"

Faced with this problem, Casanatier shrugged. The fearful devil asked maliciously:

"If I really wanted to get those things back, what would you do? Will you bow your head and die?"

"The merits you have made for the world of Azeroth are indelible."

Turalyon said bluntly:

"Compared with the great things you did, the unimaginable burdens of endurance, and the devil's frustration with the devil, a few times deep and dangerously reversed the situation... What I did is not worth mentioning, I was almost brought into Zela In the wrong path. Therefore, if you need to get it all back, I will return it to you calmly."

"Oh, hypocrisy!"

The dreadlord snorted disdainfully. He shook his hand unmovingly. He said:

"I keep those things, I don't need them."

Lord Nasrems stood up, he walked to the window and looked at the city under reconstruction. He opened his hands and stretched out a big lazy waist. He just leaned against the window and folded his arms. , Said to Turalyon behind him:

"I am now the first governor of the demon Xinghai Empire, which is equivalent to your emperor. With high power and sitting on the territory of a whole galaxy, as long as I order, the violent demons will conquer more for me. The world, more civilizations...Why should I return to this boring world and re-create a drooping old, old-fashioned paladin?"

A sly smile flashed on Casanathir's face. He reached out and grabbed the devil's cane suspended on his hand. He said:

"You may be pitying me, but Turalyon, believe me, the days I live are much more comfortable than you... My happiness is also beyond your imagination."

"Then what are you doing here?"

The Grand Knight Turalyon looked at the demon in front of him. He knew that there was also a part called Turalyon in the soul of this demon, which was another one. Just like the relationship between Shore and Black Shore, but the relationship between the two Turalyon is obviously more complicated.

"Did you come here to humiliate me for crossing the distance of Xinghai?"

"Humiliated? No no no."

Casanatil bounced his paw, he said:

"I'm just going to see how another "I" has gone...By the way, there are some "negligible" things that need your help."

The Archbishop of the Legion of Light looked at Casanathir, and he could not see a little emotion from the face of the dreadlord. But he instinctively felt that this guy came here and asked him for help, it would never be too simple.

At least not as simple as he said.

"Say, what is it."

Turalyon put down the file in his hand. He looked at the demon. The devil said:

"About the establishment of diplomatic relations between the Xinghai Empire and the civilization of Azeroth. Azeroth defeated the Burning Legion, ended the burning expedition, and became the savior of the stars. Now even we are beginning to praise the world of Azeroth. Legendary story. But some people seem to ignore it deliberately, Xinghai Empire also contributed to the defeat of the Burning Legion."

"We are allies, and we deserve to stand together. Moreover, the two worlds are so far apart that there is no threat at all. But there are some old-fashioned people in this world who are struggling against the Xinghai Empire in Azeroth. The'ambassador zone' exists legally, and they even want to send troops to destroy my subordinates."

Casanatil licked his lips with his bright red tongue. He looked at Turalyon in front of his eyes. He said:

"Yes, I’m talking about the island of Azuna, which is lonely overseas. Ms. Fuslax has been appointed by me as the ambassador of the Xinghai Empire to Azeroth. I need your prestige in the human empire to convince those Stubborn guys, accept Asuna’s legal status... The devil is also life, we are no different from you, Sargeras has ended the burning expedition, and the Burning Legion is also on the verge of disintegration... The next era of demonic civilization, Doomed to belong to Xinghai Empire!"

"Rather than letting the demons wander through the stars, you can help me to let the power of the Xinghai Empire spread across the stars, so that I can put a bridle on the unruly demons."

"They are threats...threats should be managed. This is good for you and good for us, do you understand what I mean?"

Casanathir's request made Turalyon close his eyes and pondered. He stretched out his fingers and rubbed his forehead. After a few minutes, he opened his eyes and looked at the demon in front of him. He nodded:

"I will try to advance this matter, but I can't pack tickets."

"That's enough!"

Casanatir nodded in satisfaction, and the cunning dreadlord squeezed his eyes towards Turalyon:

"I am looking for more than you... in short, thank you for your help. Then treat yourself better... at least find a woman to squeeze out the loneliness, I think the light-cast hooves guarding you outside the door are good... Have fun in time."

After finishing speaking, Casanatier gave a sly laughter, just as he did when he disappeared silently in Turalyon's office. And the picture in front of the big knight suddenly spread like broken glass.

His eyes opened at the next moment, Turalyon looked up and looked around. There was no one in the office. There was still a golden sunset shining outside the window. The conversation just now seemed like a dream.

Turalyon picked up something on the desk in front of him. It was a ring, a demon ring made with the skull of the dreadlord.

It's like a...gift.

"Uh"

Casanathir appeared in the woodland of the Tirisfal region. There, the dreadlord Barnazaar has shown the appearance of the former big lich Khadgar. Behind him, there is a floating shadow, among them Garona, the orc undead assassin who hides his body.

Khadgar completed his redemption and restored Garona to freedom. Garona has no attachment to Azeroth. She will follow Khadgar to the Xinghai Empire deep in the stars, where she will spend a long half of her life.

This may be regarded as another life in a sense.

"It's time to go."

Cassanatil looked at Khadgar and Garona behind him, and the first lord of Nasrezm moved his neck. He said:

"There are still many things to do in Nasresa. It is not easy to let those demons learn to obey the rules. So, let us hurry up and say goodbye to this world."

After he finished speaking, he raised his feet and stepped into the beam of the demon starship in front of him. At the moment he was about to disappear, Khadgar suddenly asked:

"You said, do we still have the chance to meet those old friends?"

"have it."

Casanathir gave it a serious thought. He looked up and looked at the sky under dusk. He said:

"If we and they are lucky enough..."

"Probably, I can meet again in Xinghai."

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"Uh"

Wearing a black robe, Bowar Futagan's figure appeared in a dimly lit conference hall as a projection. He looked around and said:

"Since everyone is here, let's start!"

"Uh"

Bovar's voice was like a symptom, and the next moment, the shadow of this conference hall was dispelled. On the chairs belonging to the Forgotten Kings, placed around the stone round table in front of Bowar, one projection after another suddenly appeared.

But there are fewer people sitting here than forgetting the heyday of the Council of Kings.

King Terenas looked around. There was an empty chair beside him. The old man in golden armor sighed:

"Alas, Dai Lin has left. He is such a free man. No one wants to trap him."

"Heroen Velen and Anastalian also left with the High Lord."

Bolvar looked at the empty seats around him and said:

"It seems that compared to Azeroth's changes in the world, it is still the endless scenery of the death star sea, which is more suitable for them."

"Because their mission in this world has been completed."

Jean, who had just turned into a necroman, snorted:

"They talked fiercely, but they all did the cause of salvation. Azeroth was saved, and there are so many civilizations that have not yet been liberated, not to mention, we have only 500 years, not too short , But it is definitely not long."

"Yes! This is what we are going to discuss today."

The Dark Prophet Drektar, the rotating speaker, coughed a little. The old orc with black cloth covering his eyes picked up the hammer on his hand and knocked on the table. He said:

"Before talking about the business, let me talk about the succession of the spare forgotten kings."

"According to the proposal of the Lord Lord before he left, Gary Vickers, the trading prince of the Rusty Water Conservator, should occupy a seat. After the death of the goblin... well, 57 years later, he will be one of us."

The other members nodded. The goblin's joining was hand-picked by the lord. Naturally, there was no other objection.

"There is also the current Imperial Emperor Varian Wrynn, who will enter Parliament after 87 years, and the Federal Speaker of the Federation, Van Cliff, this guy who has already started overeating, if he is lucky enough to live again 34 years, if he is unlucky..."

The elder orc stopped and said playfully:

"So maybe in a decade or so, we will have a new member of parliament. So, do you have any opinions about these two candidates?"

The whole conference room was calm, and no one had an opinion. So Drek'Thar took out another document and projected it in front of the Forgotten Kings. The document was like the report they used to rule on the development of various civilizations, but its content, but the representative The reports of war and discipline are very different.

"boom"

Drek'Thar tapped the table with a mallet. He said seriously:

"So, start talking about business."

"About the next era, about the mission left by the great lord before leaving... 500 years to push Azeroth into the interstellar colonial era, and find a way to resist the void and restrain the void!"

"How do we push this world forward? How do we inspire Azeroth civilization to enter the stars? And how can we ensure that this civilization will not experience large-scale infighting and unrest..."

"Forget the heavy mission shouldered by the Council of Kings, how can it be accomplished? These are the issues we need to consider."

"He gave us freedom, gave the world generous freedom and future..."

"What should we do to live up to him?"

"Everyone, speak freely!"

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