Azeroth’s Death Track

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In the early morning, the western wilderness grass has long warbler flying, and dewdrops hang on the grass, highlighting the fertility and hope of this land.

On an unnamed hill, General Maxwell, persuaded by the Paladin Stallman, moved his long sword away from Van Cliff's neck.

"Come on, bandit, use your clever tongue to retrieve a life from me."

The middle-aged general did not conceal his dislike of Van Cliff, but the latter did not care about it. He adjusted his clothes and said softly:

"Several days ago, His Majesty Terry Onang called me in Yeshi Town. He told me his plans for the future of this land. I’m not sure if it’s true or false, but maybe you don’t know that after Yeye Town was captured. It is said that the people everywhere in the kingdom are killed by the undead, but this is not the case."

Van Cliff said to the two commanders in front of him:

"They are all alive. Except for those who took up arms and fought with the undead, other civilians have been sent to Redridge Mountains to start their lives again in the ruins of the lakeside town. My comrade Alex is managing They help them to start a new life... he was originally an architect of Stormwind City, he is good at management."

"Ok?"

General Maxwell and Paladin looked at each other, and he looked at Van Cliff suspiciously:

"Are you sure you are not talking about dreams? Will the undead be so kind?"

Facing this doubt, Van Cliff sighed:

"I know what I said is hard to believe, but in terms of my personal contact with His Majesty Tyrion, the undead under his command will only mercilessly kill the warriors against them, for civilians... so It may not be appropriate to say that, but they treat civilians even more than our former king..."generous"

"Nonsense!"

The general scolded, but Van Cliff shook his hand. He had no intention of arguing with this general. He just told the truth:

"You went to the Redridge Mountain to see for yourself. You know that the chaotic wolves in the mountains around the lakeside town were swept away by the undead. Even General Gore and the soldiers who finally laid down their weapons and surrendered in the stone castle were not killed.. . They were confiscated and their weapons are now living in the lakeside town. The undead left them with enough supplies to live for a year, and then left quietly, as if they had never appeared."

"Seriously, if it weren't for me until Stormwind was broken, I would even think that it was still managed by King Varian, even more peaceful than before."

"Gore is also a traitor?"

Maxwell said angrily: "He was a veteran who joined the army with me and Reginald, that coward!"

"I personally persuaded him to lay down his weapon."

Van Cliff said quietly:

"Just like I persuaded you now, and General Gore finally agreed with me, I believe that you will do the same."

"The King of Dark Blades let the Defias Brothers manage this land. He told me that there is no king and nobility in this land, and everyone will have equal status, provided there is no resistance to the undead, I Seriously doubting their sincerity, my instincts told me that the undead are brewing some conspiracies that we cannot understand and cannot imagine, but listen to me... no matter whether there is a king or not, our people still live on this land Go on."

Edwin van Cliff persuaded:

"Even if they live in the prison of the undead and even accept their captivity, but no matter what, as long as they are still alive, there is hope, if they die, there will be nothing, and you know what we are with Force confrontation, even if you die, you will not really be peaceful."

"I don’t believe in the undead, I don’t believe in Tyrion’s promises, but at least for now, they do show tolerance for civilians, but if they don’t have enough smart leadership to manage civilians, let them be angry with the undead. Growing up in broad daylight, think about it, general, how many innocent people will die when the storm is lifted."

Both the Paladin and the general were silent, and Van Cliff reached out to hold their wrists and lowered his voice:

"I know you hate the undead, they won’t stop fighting, it doesn’t matter, I don’t care, it’s like my original intention to form the Defias Brotherhood, I just want to give myself justice, you also have your own persistence, but No matter how you choose, protecting civilians from harm is the starting point for any decision we make...so please help me!"

Van Cliff pleaded:

"Temporarily lay down our weapons and integrate into the new world left by the undead. The civilians need to be protected. Once the undead turn their faces, they will need us. The people will need a real army... General Gore is not surrender. It’s not a mutiny. He chose to bear the burden of humiliation for a greater goal. We are all the same! Only by saving ourselves first can we qualify and hope to talk about the future."

"What can you do if you attack Stormwind City now?"

Van Cliff said with a trace of loss:

"Emperor Losa failed with so many troops, relying on the 5,500 men in Sentinel Hill. What can you do? It's just to die in vain, and your death will only make our enemies stronger."

"The king is no longer here. Now, it is time for us to choose our own mission. Is it meaningless battle to die? Or choose to bow to protect civilians?"

A choice was thrown in front of the general and the paladin, which is undoubtedly a difficult choice, and the general looked directly at Van Cliff’s eyes, and he tried to see a deception from those sincere eyes, so that he There is enough reason to hack this **** in front of him.

But no... from those eyes, he could not see the slightest deception and haze, only a sincere, sincere that people could not refuse.

"I can't believe you! Van Cliff."

General Maxwell stubbornly said:

"You have turned to the undead, maybe you are just trying to use the conspiracy to disintegrate the power of the storm kingdom and finally stay loyal to the king, you are just...

"enough!"

Van Cliff suddenly angrily interrupted the general's rebuttal, he stared at Maxwell:

"There is no king here anymore, Varian cannot protect us, everything last night has proved this, your loyalty to the king can’t be changed, courage can’t change the cold reality, wake up, general, you want Glory, you are holding the sword to find the death lords, instead of pulling everyone to be buried with you!"

"I just...I just want to leave the last kind of fire for my people...this has nothing to do with being loyal to the undead! I am human, you are also human, we are incompatible with the undead! We will never become them! See Clear reality!"

Van Cliff vented, he took a step back and looked at the general and paladin in front of him, he whispered:

"This land has fallen into hell. All I can do is to do my best to build a new home for the people in hell. If you are willing to come together, I will wait for you at the West Fortress. If you don’t want to... .After your death, I will kneel on the ground and beg the King of Necromancer to let go of your corpses and give you a quiet home."

"That’s all I can do... From now on, I’m going to live on my knees, for the people behind me, and you...you just stand and die and give up all responsibility and mission , Die like a coward."

Edwin van Cliff turned and left. His waist has never been as straight as it is now. It is also a kind of courage to devote himself to a lofty goal and choose to bow down and live alive.

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The order of Stormwind City recovered very quickly after the war, and the execution of any order by the undead was unmatched by other living creatures.

In the face of any request, they will not complain. Except for those death lords and high-level knights who have their own thinking and consciousness, all the undead entering the storm city are working hard under the command of the commander.

They spent the whole morning clearing the collapsed walls of Stormwind City, and at noon, when Tyrion walked the streets of Stormwind City, he could not even see a trace of blood...Undead infantry Completed their task well, they packed up the ruins of Stormwind as if it had been wiped countless times.

shining.

"All the civilians were handed over to the Defias Brotherhood, and Van Cliff reported to you that it is expected that in a few days, the western wilderness will return to calm, and at that time, the first civilians will return to their homes. "

Khadgar, the great lich, accompanied Tyrion on the trails of Stormwind. In the houses on both sides, he could feel the uneasy eyes hiding in them, the civilians who were ordered to return to the building, Still living in the fear of death brought by the undead, even if the undead left them with enough food, and did not intend to kill them.

"You said, can Van Cliff manage these people?"

Tyrion stood by the canal of the city, looking at the still-smelling river, he asked:

"Do you think he is worthy of trust?"

"Of course he is not trustworthy, my majesty."

Khadgar said calmly:

"For us, no living person is trustworthy, but it is always better to choose Van Cliff than to choose another person. Because of his own experience, this person’s desire for justice and justice is unmatched by others, and his heart As for the protection desire of the people, the desire to become a recognized hero will make him the best assistant and do our best to manage this land for us."

The big lich glanced at the silent Necromancer. After a while, he asked with a trace of doubt:

"Although I don't understand why you are so persistent, give those who live a second chance? Wouldn't it be easier if you were to build a new world that you imagined and complete this mission with loyal undead?"

"It's simple, Khadgar."

Tyrion looked back at the big lich, his eyes narrowed:

"I just want those living people to crawl out of the quagmire of civilization under my guidance and truly embrace the world. On the ladder of civilization, there is always a beast named "Fool" blocking its way. There are many forms, the royal power casted by blood, the meaningless aristocratic class, and the day-to-day work, the civilians who do not see any meaning in life, life...life should not live in this ugly gesture."

"When I look back from the world of the dead to the world when I came, looking at the ugly other shore, the flames rising in my heart, the flames that reshape everything..."

"How does the mortal world work?"

Tyrion frowned, closed his eyes, and said:

"Taking flying birds as an ominous sign, taking meteors falling to the ground as a disaster, people fearfully pray to the priest, but do not know that everything is doomed... Faith cannot save lives, courage is not the last hope, the civilization of this world is going The wrong way, I want to break it back on track! If my arrival is to carry a certain mission, in the past 300 years of time grinding, I have seen enough of this superficial fantasy, inner ugly world!"

"It's my mission to ravage it and destroy it! It's my mission to rebuild it, it's the mission of the seeds waiting to break through the ashes."

Tyrion clenched his fists, and in the thoughtful gaze of the big lich, his fists slowly loosened. He opened his eyes and looked at his reflection in the water, his long gray hair, and his thin cheeks. , The ice-blue eyes, and the thick smell of the whole body, that is not the cycle of life and death.

All this made him out of tune with the world.

"This can't be done by the undead, because in the end...we just can't stand the fake under the sun."

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