Azeroth’s Death Track

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"There are many types of ice magic, but its foundation will not change. It is the transformation of cold magic through nature, which evolves between liquid, solid and gas. If you have studied the magic pattern of ice magic in depth, you will You will find that each of these three forms contains different magic structures, and if you are familiar with this magic structure, you will find a new world, such as..."

On the edge of the little aristocratic hall in Fort Torrent, Jaina, who was just as angry as she was, was sitting on a chair like her most obedient student, holding her own notes and writing hard, and in front of her, that The elder couple's human attendant, Khadgar in a black dress, while drinking a glass of wine, explained to Jaina the meaning of ice magic.

Khadgar was an archmage who had studied with Medivh. His thinking was different from Dalaran’s orthodox thinking. Explaining the same problem from one aspect, it immediately gave Jaina, who was already in the bottleneck, a kind of slack. feel.

After all, Jaina’s talent is indeed amazing, but she is now only a 15-year-old girl. Her understanding of magic is far from comparable to Khadgar, but after being transformed into a lich who specializes in shadow and frost magic. Khadgar's understanding of ice magic has already surpassed all mages in Dalaran.

Jaina, immersed in the knowledge of magic, had long left her doubts about the Tyrion couple aside.

On the table next to them, there were the Tyrion couple and Prince Alsace. Although the body was activated by dragon blood, the senses did not return. Tyrion drank a glass of wine, still dull, he looked From time to time, he turned his gaze to Prince Arthas of Jaina, and there was a smile on the corner of the King of Dark Blade:

"So, His Royal Highness, you like Miss Jaina, right?"

"Uh, just... just appreciate! Enjoy!"

Alsace was called to break his mind, and quickly denied: "Anna is different from other girls, she has a special temperament, which I appreciate."

"There is nothing embarrassing, Arthas, if I were 100 years younger, I would also pursue Jaina."

Tyrion supported his chin with his fingers. After saying this, Aurelia twisted it hard in the back, but the death knight didn't feel much pain. He just said softly:

"Excellent girls like Jaina Proudmoore, there must be many suitors, and in her identity, those suitors must also have the dross of approaching her with bad intentions, as her best friend, and her One of his suitors, Alsace, I think you should shoulder a more important task and protect her!"

Death Knight's opportunity to face Alsace:

"You are accepting the assessment of the Paladin. If you want to become a knight of Jaina, you must help her get rid of those bad-ass jerks. Women's thinking is always very emotional. Arthas, who is good to them, they will I have a good impression of who, but only between men can we tell who is the real admirer and who is the pretender. If you really like her, you have to make sacrifices for her."

"Well, you are right, Mr. Windrunner."

Arthas sipped his sorrow sadly: "The entire Dalaran is full of mages who want to get close to Jaina. When I last saw her, I beat a **** in Dalaran. He wanted to get drunk. Anna, it’s really unforgivable."

"But Jaina thinks you hurt her friend, so she is very angry with you."

Tyrion narrowed his eyes, stood up with his wife, patted Alsace's shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "Don't be afraid, Alsace, Miss Jaina will eventually know who really cares Her people, do it bravely, I think you two should be the perfect couple by nature."

"Okay, the ceremony is about to begin...Thank you and Miss Jaina for your help, Prince Arthas."

Tyrion lowered his voice and said to Arthas:

"Sometimes you can't catch a girl with a gentle character. You have to make her feel your love, kiss her actively, come on!"

After talking, the Tyrians and Khadgar merged into the crowd, and disappeared almost in a blink of an eye. Arthas turned back a little embarrassedly and saw Jaina carefully packing up her magic notes. He hesitated and asked softly:

"Anna, what did you talk to that gentleman?"

"That gentleman must be a reclusive Archmage!"

Jaina said excitedly: "His understanding of the magic of ice is the deepest of all the mages I have ever met. In just ten minutes, he provided me with several classic ideas. After the ceremony, I will go back to Dalaran and continue my experiment, I will definitely... wait, why are you so close to me?"

Jaina looked at Alsace leaning on her. The girl keenly felt the friendship in Alsace's eyes. She shyly stretched her hand to push Alsace away, but the next moment, the courage and courage suddenly surged in her heart. Impulsively, Alsace's head moved forward again, and the four lips touched together. The unexpected girl's eyes widened suddenly.

At first she resisted a little, but as time went on, Jaina slowly closed her eyes and began to realize the strange feeling. Behind the crowd who stood up to watch the ceremony, the noble boys and girls hugged together. Unskilled deep kisses, like a thief who first tasted the forbidden fruit, carefully pushed the two people's still jerky feelings.

And on the second floor of the little noble courtyard, the nobles stood on the side like puppets, like silent guards, Tyrion sat in a chair, watching the scene quietly, shaking his hand Blackjack, said to Khadgar:

"Use hint magic for kids, Mr. Khadgar, would you be good?"

Khadgar leaned back in his chair and looked at Tyrion meaningfully:

"Like you, the desperate king of the undead, I occasionally do good things, although most of the time, we are **** who do bad things."

"Okay, gentlemen."

Aurelia stood beside the two, watching the sacred ritual on the lawn below, she said softly:

"Today, we are guests...don't let so many things happen."

Tyrion nodded. He stood up and stood next to Aurelia. Looking at the ceremony below, he murmured:

"Of course I don't want to miss this, this is the future that I personally promote."

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Alonso Fau, the spokesperson of the human holy light faith in the world today wears the most solemn priest dress, the ancient relics embellish his clothes, every movement will bring a ripple of holy light, In front of him was a floating divine scripture. In the carefully selected children's ethereal voices, and in the silent gaze, the ritual of the reconstruction of the Holy Arathor began.

The main entrance of the palace of Torrent Fort opened wide. The most noble red carpet was placed on the ancient masonry. The invited nobles stood on both sides of the carpet. The guards belonging to the seven countries wore God 2800 years ago. The battle robes of the Zuo Empire, the two knights of Uther and Fording held the ceremonial war halberds. Above the war halves, the flag of the Arazo Empire was hung. This was the flag that symbolized human civilization. Once fluttered on human territory.

In the chant of the Holy Light Church, the great knight wandered forward, and the flag was flying in their hands. Behind them, they were the most loyal guardians of Lothar, just like the generals of the Empire 2800 years ago, guarding Thoradin. In the last blood of the emperor, Lothar did not wear the robes of the kings. Instead, he wore a simple set of armor and a cloak, as in historical records. It did not look like an emperor, but like a veteran.

But the sword in his hand, the long sword held in his hand, probably felt the land once ruled by the master, and the burning flame in the center of the sword became more and more bright.

Lothar didn't need gorgeous armor to support him. The halo when the flames were burning was like a light curtain floating behind him. Every step he took would make the nobles around cheer because they were witnessing a New era.

Whether it is hypocrisy or sincere support, after 2800, after the great division of the human empire, it was finally unified again, even if it was only a nominal unity, which was enough to make the nobles cheer, because this It means that the noble power of a single country will spread to the entire empire, which means that their identity will become more noble.

But Lothar’s face did not have much joy, because he knew the future fragments from Medivh. He knew very well what kind of difficult challenge the human empire would face after rebuilding, whether it would be able to rebirth, or The backbone was completely broken. In the future, he could not see clearly, and he could only hobble the entire human civilization with his own body.

"Today, we are here! Witness a sacred moment."

At the moment when Lothar stood in front of Fao, the gentle voice of Archbishop of Light rang throughout the castle:

"The ancient kings lingered on the land they had ruled. They looked at us. They looked at their descendants. Their glory enveloped us and led us forward. The age of great division is undoubtedly painful. It disperses the united human empire, not only because the emperor who is enough to command us is gone, but also because the will in the hearts of the people collapses, it was a disaster."

"But history has taught us a lot. The loose alliance is not enough to deal with the changes in the world. In the painful lessons of the past, we realized that only by uniting together can the fire of human civilization be burned!"

The kings and representatives of the Seven Kingdoms stood on both sides of the ceremonial platform. In the light of the gentle light, they looked at Loza, who was silent in front of them, with different eyes, and Loza, also watching them. Echoing each other, those mistakes, those quarrels, those cooperations, those victories and the final fall apart.

The Archbishop's voice sounded again, this time the voice became solemn and passionate:

"Today, under the testimony and attention of the noblest blood of the Alliance, the blood of the Arathor Empire will once again take the throne, he will perform the sacred duties of the previous kings, he will become the emperor of all humanity, and become a human civilization Co-owner of the world and become the spokesperson and protector of every people. He will follow the great sacrifice and dedicate everything to the prosperity of the empire!"

"Anduin Losa! Please come forward!"

The scepter in the archbishop's hand lightly tapped, and Lord Lothar took a deep breath and stepped forward, kneeling halfway in front of the altar symbolizing the faith of the Holy Light.

"Are you willing to make sacrifices to maintain the territorial integrity of the Holy Arathor?"

"I am willing and willing to spill my life and blood on every inch of the empire!"

Losa leaned on her ancestor's sword. His oath was not loud, but it was as firm and heavy as a rock. The nobles who watched the scene couldn't help but hold their breath.

"Whether you are willing to respect and make people respect the faith of the Holy Light and religious freedom, are you willing to share the rights with the king on an equal basis, safeguard the majesty of the rights of the king and the nobility, are you willing to perform the sacred with the kings and the people of the seven countries Mission and responsibilities?"

"I will!"

Lothar said quietly:

"I would like to be the courage in the hearts of every people, and the sword and shield in front of every compatriot! Honor sharing, responsibility sharing!"

"Are you willing to safeguard imperial political freedom and civil liberties, safeguard the sacred property of the people, and maintain the glory of the soldiers and legions?"

"I will!"

There was a flash of light in Lothar’s eyes:

"I would like to use this body as the blade of the empire, and the will of the empire is what my sword is pointing to!"

Fao Mian nodded with satisfaction. The scepter in his hand was placed on Lothar's shoulder, under the eyes of all eyes, by the oldest of the kings, and the descendant of the general of Thoradin's General Thoras Thor. King Bain was entrusted with an ancient crown, and walked tremblingly before Lothar's eyes. The old king did not wear his own robe today, but put on the ancestral armor, which is a symbol of obedience to the empire.

Invited to watch the ceremony, the king of Quel'Thalas, who was a close comrade-in-arms with Thoradin the Great, His Majesty Anastalian picked up the crown, and the ancient accessories reminded him of his past years. The Sun King leaned over and put the crown on Lothar's head. He took a step back, put his palms against his chest, and leaned slightly:

"Arasso, welcome back!"

The sound under the Fa'o crown was accompanied by the sound of salute, amidst the cheers of the nobles:

"Wear the ancient and heavy crown, and remember that you are the king of the king and the nobility, leading the earthly people who believe in the light, sharing the strength and glory with the empire, the original light blessing you, your emperor, may you only Rule for the benefit, happiness and glory of the people of Arathor!"

"Cheers, the glory of the Holy Arathor Empire, with you and me!"

When the emperor's crown, the blessing under the coronation of Fa, and the rosa who stood up with the halo of light and flame turned around, the cheers of the nobles and guards almost resounded through the sky, Lothar raised the sword in his hand high, just like his ancestors once.

"For Arathor! For the empire!"

"For Arathor! For the empire!"

With a subtle smile, Tyrion and his wife turned and left. The nobles around them were awake in dreams, immersed in cheers and overwhelmed, and behind the king of the dead, a magnificent voice resounded throughout the rapids. After 2800, the human empire returned.

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