Azeroth’s Death Track

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Lothar did not appear suddenly. Before coming to Arathi Highlands, he had seen King Varian Wrynn of Storm Kingdom.

A month ago, on the **** of the headwind path, Lothar witnessed the fall of his best friend Medivh. When Karazhan changed hands completely, he realized that Medivh had given his mission to him. .

Regardless of the future that Medivh told him, or the ones he had seen with his own eyes, rushed out of the dark door, and the undead from another world, became the driving force that forced Lothar to move forward!

As Medivh said, he does not need to prepare, but destiny, destiny will prepare everything for him.

He can't just sit back and watch the alliance split, and in the face of the terrible disaster that is coming, the alliance must unite! Must become stronger! In order to ensure that the fire of human civilization will not be extinguished.

And this is also the ultimate mission entrusted to him by the blood of the only co-owner of mankind, the noblest of mankind, and the blood of the real king!

That is to rebuild the human empire, reorganize the seven countries that are currently divided, and unite the entire human civilization.

It is not difficult to persuade the nobility of the Storm Kingdom. Lothar grew up here from a young age. In his heart, the Storm Kingdom is his second home, and under King Varian Wrynn, all the nobles of the entire king are Almost grew up under his eyelids.

Although it was somewhat embarrassing about the kingship, Lothar finally put forward his own proposal, which was the plan he decided after 3 years of discussion with Medivh.

"In the future Asola Empire, there will be an emperor as a symbol of the country."

Lothar rode on his horse, and said to Garin Talbane and Varian Wrynn behind him:

"But the emperor will not directly intervene in national affairs. There are 7 kings, that is, the current 7 kings. Each time the inheritance will be rotated among the 7 dukes, of course, there will be more and more prominent bloodlines in the future. We must also ensure that the future empire must be ruled by the most powerful and wisest monarch, so the candidates are destined to grow more and more, and I will call it "the electorate."

"Once selected by another person, this elector will have the title of emperor and become the object of human co-ownership and human loyalty to all kingdoms. Therefore, I do not want you to have misunderstandings. I did not come back to rebuild the human empire. To **** your power, especially Varian Jr., you are already a king, even if I eventually become the emperor of the Arathor Empire, I won’t, and I can’t intervene in the Storm Kingdom."

Lothar turned around and touched little Varian's hair and said to him solemnly:

"I swear by the bloodline of Thoradin, I will not destroy your majesty as king."

"Okay, Uncle Lothar."

Varian made a grimace. The 20-year-old young king whispered:

"You know, in my heart, you are similar to my father, I believe in you, and the Duke of Beval also believes in you, don't we? We also signed a contract, so no matter what other kingdoms think, the Kingdom of Storms will always stand by you. side!"

"Our Kingdom of Stromgarde has also signed a contract!"

Prince Galin is 3 years older than Varian and is also a young man. He patted his chest and said to Lothar:

"The Kingdom of Stromgarde, the bloodline of Torbain, will also follow you!"

"No, no, children."

Lothar smiled. He looked northwest of the Hillsbrad Foothills. He whispered:

"I believe in you, just like I believe in myself, but my words are hard to impress real politicians, such as Jean, such as Terenas, I only hope they can see the hidden crisis in today's situation I can also realize the purpose of doing this...I don’t want to be a king or emperor. I only hope that the alliance will always exist, and the fire of human civilization will never burn out."

He grabbed the horse rein for a while, with some emotion. He recalled the cruel future that he saw in Karazhan’s future illusions, which gave Lothar a sense of urgency. He had to rush humans before those disasters. Civilization twisted into a rope!

He must do this! He must do it!

"Speaking of all, Your Majesty Varian, did the nobles of the Storm Kingdom really dare you to embark on this difficult path of "seeking swords?"

Prince Garin looked at Varian Wrynn curiously around him, and he whispered:

"Did they stop you?"

"Of course they stopped."

Varian rubbed his forehead with a headache:

"The angry Bervall even shut me in the room for three days, but in the end, with the persuasion of Archbishop Benedictus and Archbishop Chaldean, they agreed to my adventure."

The young king proudly wiped his chest's insignia, which was the emblem of the Wrynn family. From the ancient Duke Wrynn to the Varian, he said softly:

"Seriously, who can refuse such a glorious journey? And who can refuse the call from the Saladin the Great? We all grew up listening to the legendary story of the Saladin the Great, and now have the opportunity to join them, idiot Will give up! The future troubadours are destined to sing the legend of me, Varian Wrynn, and you, Galin Trollbane!"

Prince Galin's expression also became firm. He looked at Lothar's straight back, and he clenched his fists:

"You are right, Your Majesty Varian, this will be our legend! We will personally rebuild the human empire that has been split for 3000 years, my God, after my death, my ancestors will envy me, I will wash the slanders of the "usurpation" of the Torbain family by my own hands... This is a glorious honor!"

Varian smiled, and shrugged a little embarrassedly, lowering his voice to Galin:

"And my son is about to be born, even if I encounter... well, I mean, the rule of the Wrynn family will not be weakened, and he will be born with the glory that his father earned for him, and he will become the Kingdom of Storms The chosen king... is there anything better than this?"

"Well, that's really congratulations to you."

Prince Galin also laughed, and he asked in a low voice: "Did you name him?"

Varian glanced at Marshal Lothar in front. He nodded and said softly:

"I will call him...Anduin, may he be as great as Uncle Lothar, as courageous, and as legendary as this life, this is the best blessing I can give him."

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On the other side, while Losa took Varian and Galin to the Kingdom of Kul Tiras, in the southeast of Arathi Highlands, between a mountain range occupied by forest trolls, the Warsong clan and the Thunder King The clan chiefs are also discussing very important things.

This matter will directly determine the future direction of the orc civilization.

"This won't work at all!"

Grom Hellscream threw a map in front of him with a headache, he walked anxiously in the tent, and the chief of the Thunder King's clan, Fenris, sat on the side with a ugly face, although the two groups worked together Below, not only released more than 2,000 detained orcs, but also conquered the stone fist ogres and dead wood trolls living in the nearby foothills to join them, but with the small prisoner of war camp completely liberated, the next stage is bound to be The target should be placed on a large prisoner of war camp.

The problem arises here. The Warsong Clan and the Thunder King Clan are understaffed. Even with the release of 2,000 orcs, it is impossible to break down a large prisoner of war camp with the heavy cavalry of Stromgarde and Paladin Lordaeron. After several attempts, they were repulsed mercilessly by the opposite Darnas Torbain, which caused problems for the orc’s morale.

In Azeroth activities, it is bound to suffer from the effects of magic blood. Under the exhausting effect of this soul, the orc’s combat power has been much worse than before. The "orc liberation movement" launched by the two chiefs has undoubtedly suffered setbacks. .

"We have to gather more compatriots!"

Grom gritted his teeth and said, "We can't do anything alone!"

"The nearest one is the Broken Hand Clan."

Fenris sneered and said:

"What kind of virtue is Kargas, you know better than me, he will not join this great war at all, he will only hide in his own territory and watch us fight each other... The Dragonmaw clan has already disappeared, Kiel Roger sent a messenger, but he and his people were too far away in Stranglethorn Vale to help."

"So really bad!"

Grom sat on the chair in frustration. He looked up and saw the young people of the orc guarding outside through the gaps in the tent. Among them were his son, Garrosh. Hellscream, Old Nazgo Lin followed his promise and brought Nagrand’s children back to Azeroth as soon as the Dark Portal was opened. With the help of the Bloodring Clan, these young orcs and children eventually returned. To his clan.

Grom was not a person who valued his family very much. He could even brutally hack his severely wounded wife to death because the wailing was too weak, and his son was weak and sick, and he was very weak. Dislike Garrosh, he was sent to Nagrand to be raised by Gaia An.

But the problem is here. After experiencing the rage and destruction caused by the magic blood, witnessing his own world being destroyed, witnessing countless deaths and betrayals, Grom has changed... Disaster is the most changeable A person, even if he is a violent and ruthless killer.

Now, although Grom is still full of dissatisfaction with Garrosh between the languages, it is more about the father’s ardent hope for his son to come out, rather than simply disgust, taking his son and his clan to fight Throughout the eastern continent, Grom even enjoyed it.

"I remember you weren't like this before. If you saw you in the past, you might be said to be weak."

Fenris said sarcastically: "Who threw his son in Nagrand to pick up cow dung?"

"It has nothing to do with what we are discussing today!"

Grom changed the subject bluntly. He closed his eyes and whispered: "But a few days ago, I got a message from the human captive, deep in the Alterac Mountains... the Frostwolf clan, Do you remember? The clan of Frostfire Ridge, accompanied by wolves, etc. I remember rumors that you seem to be from..."

"enough!"

Fenris stood up abruptly, hammering his fists on Grom's table, and said viciously:

"Don't discuss my past, now we should look at the future, Frostwolf is Frostwolf, Thunder King is Thunder King, don't pull us together! Do you understand?"

"Alright alright."

Grom glanced at Fenris with a smile, he coughed slightly, rubbed his fingers against the handle of the Tomahawk, and said:

"The Frostwolf clan has been hiding in the Alterac Mountains for almost 7 years. It is said that they helped when Orgrim attacked Lordaeron. They can see that they are strong. I mean, can you find a way? Regarding Frostwolf, although we used to part ways, we are now working hard to liberate our compatriots. I believe that if the elder Frostwolf is still alive, he will agree to this invitation."

"No! You can't do this."

Fenris shook his head: "You don't know much about the Frostwolf clan. They are a group of stubborn guys who are more stubborn than stones. We admit death, and we go directly to persuade that there will be no good ending. Maybe they will kill directly. Courier, we have to find a suitable persuader... Do you know about Orgrim's jailbreak?"

"Of course I know."

Grom snorted dissatisfiedly: "The ghost knows where he is hiding now?"

"No, I know!"

Fenris' scarred face showed a strange smile:

"When I was in Hinterland, I accidentally saved a human assassin. He told me that as long as he was paid enough, he and his organization could help us find any news, any clues, anyone...how ?I said, you have fought across the continent, and the robbed property has not been thrown away yet?"

"It’s time to go to Orgrim. If we are lucky enough, Carcass may also be called to join us. You must know that the sadistic relationship between Cargassi and Orgrim is actually pretty good. Yes, and most importantly, I heard that Ner'zhul left a secret in this world when he entered Azeroth. It is said that it is about the orcs' survival..."

"We must find this secret!"

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