Azeroth’s Death Track

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Wheat Devon felt like he had slept for a long time and seemed to have a nightmare about the future.

He rubbed his eyes and woke up from the room in the Palace of Stormwind City, looking at the sunlight outside the window. This black-haired child yawned. He wiped the fluffy bed, the scented pillow, and wanted to He slept for a while, but when he thought about today's schedule, he couldn't wait to jump off the bed and ran to the huge closet in his pajamas, rummaging for suitable clothes.

In this era, the contradictions between the alliance countries have not yet surfaced. Everyone solves most of the problems with a kind of scam between nobles, and in the southern part of the mainland away from northern Xinjiang, the storm city that implements the isolation policy has continued for several generations of kings. .

The initial isolation was compelling. After all, the ancestors encountered various dangers when they opened up the southern frontier of the mainland, but the countries of the northern frontier completely ignored it. This indifference hurt the feelings of the ancestors. After solving the problem by Zixun Lulan, the people of Stormwind believed that they would be able to live well even if there were no countries in northern Xinjiang.

As a result, Stormwind's isolation policy has become a pride that has been passed down from generation to generation, inscribed in the bone marrow of every southerner, making them unwilling to bow down to the masters of northern Xinjiang.

But to be honest, the current Kingdom of Stormwind is actually developing well, especially the fertile land like the wilderness of the west, coupled with the mild climate of southern Xinjiang, has saved the whole kingdom from hunger.

In this case, the life of Stormwind City is very good for a child, especially when the father of the child is the respected court master in the royal family, the life of Mai Diwen is called excellent. .

He lived in the court of the Kingdom of Storms since he was a child. He grew up with princes and noble children, enjoying the life that ordinary people can't enjoy. He has his own horse, his own guard, and as long as he rattles, The servants who will be around at any time, especially the beautiful little maids, always make the boys who have just grown up imaginative, and they will often be happy to agree to the request of the little master... any request.

"Ryan! Ryan, don't sleep, it's time to get up!"

The well-dressed Medivh rushed into the bedroom of his good friend Ryan Wrynn. He looked at the friend who was still sleeping and reached out and pushed him, but Ryan just said a dream and turned around to continue. Sleeping, which dissatisfied Medivh. He waved his fingers, and a cold mist pressed against Ryan's cuff against his skin.

"what!"

Ryan, who was awakened by the icy cold, almost jumped from the bed. He looked left and right in panic, and finally saw Medivh with his waist crossed. The child's face flashed a little dissatisfaction.

"Hey, I was pulled by my instructor yesterday to review swordsmanship, and I didn't sleep until very late, Medivh, you bastard!"

"But we have to go, Lion!"

Medivh frowned, and the child always felt a little weird about everything today, but he still looked at the freckles on Ryan's face seriously and said:

"Losa is already waiting for us, don't forget what we are going to do today!"

"Nowadays?"

The little prince of Stormwind scratched his hair in a daze, and soon he was also excited.

"Yes! Hiking, today is hiking. Master Orlando will take us to the wilderness in the west! Fishman, barbecue, and ale drinking! 3 days! Yeah, great!"

Soon, the noble children who grew up together rushed out of the palace with their guards, and in the square in front, a simple carriage was waiting for them, and their good friends , Anduin Losa, he was riding on the saddle of a pony and talking to the middle-aged man in a robe standing beside the carriage.

Seeing him dancing, he seemed to have a good time talking.

"father!"

Medivh looked at the familiar figure. I don’t know why. He suddenly felt like he wanted to cry. He remembered the nightmare of last night. In the dream, his father became a ghost-like monster, and now His father was still standing right in front of him, with a familiar face, a familiar beard, and a familiar smile with a stern smile.

"father!"

Driven by the surging emotions in the heart, Medivh ran quickly to Master Nelas Elan. Like a cannonball, he smashed into the Master's arms, then hugged him and hid himself. The inner attachment is vented unabashedly.

"What's wrong? My son."

Master Elland was also uneasy today. When he saw his young and energetic son, he, like Medivh, had some strange feelings in his heart.

His eyes became wet, and like his son, he hugged his loved ones, I don’t know why, but I just want to hold his son in his arms, this kind of emotion that has never been seen in ordinary days. The release made Master Elland feel a kind of preciousness, a kind of preciousness that will be understood only after being lost.

"Are you in a bad mood?"

Archmage Elan looked at his son like an ordinary father rather than a distinguished and powerful Archmage. He stroked his son's hair and asked with concern:

"Is it uncomfortable?"

Wheat Devon shook his head quickly. He approached his father and said in a secret tone:

"Father, I had a dream last night, a nightmare."

"Okay, get in the car first."

Elan took the hand of his son and sat in the carriage with the little prince while watching the guards. Lothar still felt like he was riding a horse, but eventually, at the urging of Ryan and Medivh, he sat On the carriage, it takes nearly 2 hours to go to the western wilderness. They have enough time to share Medivh’s nightmare.

Maybe it can be used as a game to pass the time.

"what?"

Lothar's eyes widened in the compartment. This tall figure, like a little tiger, asked aloud:

"You said that I will become a marshal in the future? Hahaha, that's what I want, where is this nightmare! This is clearly a good dream!"

"But that's just a dream."

Ryan retorted that his emotions were a bit low, because in Medivh’s nightmare, he suffered the tragic assassination of a monster, which made Ryan somewhat dissatisfied.

The quarrel of the peers is as noisy as they used to be when playing games.

As very good friends, Medivh, Losa and Ryan always played games similar to their own when they were young.

Like legendary stories, they will play Thoradin the Great, uniting the High Elves against trolls, and Medivh always plays the High Elves because he is a little wizard, and Lothar always plays the Thoradin because he is in the body. Flowing through the blood of the emperor, poor Ryan can only play a troll...he will wear a wonderful troll mask, which is said to be one of the loot of His Majesty Bailasin Wrynn.

Oh, by the way, His Majesty Baratheon is the father of Ryan Wrynn, the current King of Stormwind, a tough and wise qualified leader.

"At the end of the nightmare, it was the dead."

Wheat Devon clutched his father's hand tightly and whispered:

"Those dead people broke our home, father, they... they turned you into a ghost, and mother, they... they killed her, the leader of the dead man, seems to be a high elf, he also wanted To kill me, he holds a moon-like sword in his hand...too terrible."

Probably the nightmare scene was too real. When it came to the end, Medivh’s body began to tremble, and the description of the dream also terrified the Archmage Alan sitting on the side. It was once the best of the Tiris Secret Society Mage hunter, Archmage Elan has a deeper understanding of dreams. Sometimes, dreams show the future.

He hugged his son subconsciously, but soon, Elan felt funny for his cranky thoughts. He let his son go away with a smile and turned his head to look out of the carriage window.

"That will not happen in the future... Aegwynn has returned to the Tirisfal Parliament. She wants to pass on her power to the next guardian. She has decided to return to Stormwind City and watch me grow up with Medivh ..."

Nielas Elan’s expression became gentle, he was very relaxed, and enjoyed the feeling of playing with his son:

"Yes, that future won't happen, I don't allow it, don't allow it to happen!"

It was night, on the beach in the wilderness west of the Kingdom of Storms, the children yelled around the fire of the barbecue, and the guards also caught a few ugly murlocs to practice for the brave children. These weak creatures are not at all Will cause trouble, especially in the case of the Archmage guard.

"Fun? Children?"

Elan took the wine glass and said to the smiling children in the light of fire:

"You can drink alcohol tonight, but you only have one glass. You haven’t grown up yet. Speaking of it, I’m going to the Sunshine Forest next month to pick some medicine. Do you want to come together?"

The mage took a sip of wine and a mysterious smile flashed on his face. He looked at the children holding the wine glasses, and he whispered:

"It is said that there is a dragon in the sunshine forest!"

"I'm going! Mr. Elland, take me!"

The young Luosa stood up, patted her chest, and shouted: "I am eager to see more challenges, those wild wolves, and dragons... hahaha, I want to see the dragon!"

"Me too! Me too!"

The young Ryan yelled and Medivh coaxed, looking at the scene where the children were laughing. Master Elan drank the wine in his hand and said happily:

"Oh, this kind of life really suits me."

Not long after, the children who had been playing for a day slept in exhaustion, enjoying the warm sea breeze and the cool night in the hammock, Master Nelas Elland stood by the sea and looked at his son tenderly, His heart was full of happiness at this time.

"Om"

A slender figure suddenly broke through the space and appeared behind Elan. In the respectful eyes of the guards, Ms. Magna Aegwynn, who had helped the kingdom through the difficulties more than once, appeared on this beach. .

Her face was a little tired, but there was a hint of free mildness in her eyes. She hugged her husband from behind and she whispered:

"Elland, I gave back my strength... The old men promised that they wouldn't trouble us anymore, so I want a second child. Give Medivh a brother or sister."

"Then you have to commit first."

Elland turned around and hugged his wife tenderly. He whispered: "Don't leave me and Medivh again, the child misses you very much."

A tear fell from the corner of Ms. Aegwynn’s eyes. She smiled and looked at her husband. She said with nostalgia:

"Nope... I will never leave you again, I swear."

"So? Should we find a place to talk about future plans..."

At the urging of Mister Elland, Ms. Aegwynn walked to her son's bed. She looked at her child, then leaned down and kissed gently in the forehead of Medivh:

"My son, I will never leave you again, good dream... good night."

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"So, this is the seed you promised me?"

Cromi looked at Tyrion, who lost his arm, and these two guys hid in the sky, watching what happened on the ground.

"Catch out the dying Medivh from Sephor's timeline and throw it into my timeline... Frankly, I don't see the benefits of doing so, even if Aegwynn will guard The power of the author was returned to the Tirisfal Council, but Sargeras’ soul is still in Medivh...No, it’s gone!"

Cromi's eyes widened sharply. She looked back at Tyrion, who had a strange light in her eyes. Cromi stared at him deadly and whispered:

"Wheat's soul at this time comes from another timeline's Medivh, which has no influence from Sargeras, and the future of the Guardian has been changed... but without the influence of Medivh, this future will be completely Chaos, the time observer will be brought in soon!"

"So I suggest you find a new friend."

Tyrion took a step back, pulled out of Cromi's time, and returned to the cold and dead Karazhan. He looked at Sephor and Cromi in front of him, and said softly:

"A time watcher, your superior, his name... called Kairoz, I'm sorry I don't know what his Dragon's name is, maybe Kairozdom, but there is no doubt that I can be sure , His thoughts are a bit different from Nozdom’s thoughts, maybe it’s just a little weak doubt now, but take him to the end of time to see, I believe that he will eventually become your ally.”

The death knight looked at his lost right arm. He shook his head and whispered:

"As for Nozdormu, there is no need to worry too much. Soon... Soon the king of time will not be in trouble."

"One by one timeline will restore the original rules of free flow, the future should not be bound, the eternal dragon should not appear, at least not at this time..."

"I promise, the future I promise will come true!"

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