Azeroth’s Death Track

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"We should stay here, and we cannot give up the ancestral home of the high elves, Quel'Thalas, this will always be our home! We can't betray it!"

In the Dessom Fortress, Hawksbill, the king of the ranger, patted the table. The old elf general was angry and did not have the elegance that the elf deserves. He shouted to the ranger lords and mage lords before him. :

"I won't escape my home with my tail! My soldiers and I are here, you have given up Silvermoon City, I haven't given up yet! Whether it is a troll or an undead, or those **** plants, who Don’t try to take my home from me! Stop thinking!"

"No one said to leave, General Hawksbill."

Archmage Romans said coldly and quietly:

"Of course the soldiers will stay here to defend our land, but what about civilians? Nearly a million civilians have been displaced throughout the southern forest. Crazy plants are spreading from the north to the southern forest. Soon, the southern forest will also change. It’s no longer safe, tell me, General, what are you going to do to protect your people?"

"Use my bow and my sword!"

The old general couldn't keep his feet, he stared at the Archmage in front of him:

"Before I fall, no one wants to hurt them! If the forest is no longer safe, we will cut down these trees. 6800 years ago, King Daslemah did not take the ancestors to create the sunstrider. Times... The will left by the ancestors shrouded in this land. Can't our ancestors do what our ancestors can do?"

"This is not a problem that can be solved by relying solely on will... calm down, General Hawksbill! First send the civilians out of Quel'Thalas, none of us will give up Quel'Thalas, we will stay in Fight with you here!"

Very tired Lor'themar. Theron gritted his teeth and said:

"But what happened, the civilians were always innocent."

"Ha! Do you now know that civilians are innocent?"

The Ranger King looked at the lords in disdain:

"Why do you not think of innocent civilians when the Sun King madly provokes the undead lunatics? Use Liresa's daughter as a bargaining chip to try to win a disgusting victory? How do I not know when the country I am loyal to changes Is it like this? Dirty! Dirty! This is the trouble your own arbitrariness has caused to our country. Now, instead of letting all the authors take care of the overall situation?"

Hawksbill's sharp voice echoed in the room:

"You don't deserve to call yourself a warrior at all, you are just a bunch of miscellaneous adventures with the country and civilians! You make me sick!"

This reprimand of direct face-slaps made the lords in front of him silent. In the final analysis, no one is a prophet, and no one can predict that an adventure would have led to so many, so bad consequences, but now things have happened, A simple accusation will not change the problem, but Hawksbill insists on staying in Quel'Thalas to defend the country's lord, which also makes other lords very weak.

There can be no substantive progress in the hustle and bustle of the meeting. In fact, in addition to the meeting in front of you, there are many troubles facing the elves, the threat of undead in the north, and the forest that is becoming more and more dangerous. , And the materials that a large number of people need for daily life...The elves can live in the forest for a long time, but the high elves who are used to city life still need houses sheltered from the wind and rain to make them feel at ease.

The entire southern forest is shrouded in a panic atmosphere. It is difficult to say when the people who survived the disaster will return to the last string of their hearts...

In short, the high elves of Quel'Thalas who have lost their cities and territories, the entire group has stood on the edge of a precarious cliff, and they desperately need a leader that will unite everyone.

In fact, there is a person who is very suitable, almost a natural leader, but the current situation of Prince Kael'thas is very bad. He closed himself in the house and refused to communicate with anyone. Everyone was very anxious, but The lords are also very clear that in this case, there is really no way to force him.

The prince is under more pressure and more terrible than anyone present, and what he loses is bitter than everyone else.

After more than ten minutes, the meeting finally failed to reach any settlement, and finally ended in a noisy end. General Hawksbill decided to take his Querdorin Army to Silvermoon City, and he was still preparing Ordered the recall of the plateau forward army stationed in Hinterland, and some mages who had stayed in the human city of Dalaran.

And some radical aristocrats also stood on the side of Hawksbill, especially when the Silver Moon City broke, lost their loved ones, angry eagers who wanted vengeance, and now the parliamentary forces are easily suppressed, But immediately afterwards, when the disaster came, the royal party, which had always been united, also had signs of division.

This has to be said to be a kind of irony. When the pressure on the outside world is increasing, it can always make many people show their feet.

"Boo, boo, boo"

The bandaged Lotherma Theron walked alone outside the prince's room. He gritted his teeth. For the first time in his life, he did something that did not conform to the posture of his subordinates. His eyes were full of worry and anger. What is worrying is the current state of His Royal Highness and the situation at the upper level of Quel'Thalas, which is about to split, and what he is angry about is the inaction towards the Prince.

Lor'themar Theron is a very good ranger. He was trained under the leadership of General Lileza. In a sense, Lor'themar and Tyrion's views are very similar: if a person has enough ability to do Some things haven't been done, and let the things get worse step by step. Then all the disasters, chaos, and consequences that follow will be the responsibility of that person... a nightmare that will never escape.

"His Royal Highness, I know you are inside!"

Through the door, Lor'themar whispered:

"I understand that you have lost a lot. I can understand your pain. When I was a child, my parents died in the battle with the trolls. If it wasn’t General Lilesa’s teaching, I might have been there. Losing myself in pain, I don’t want to try to teach you anything, but now, in this country, we... the people of Quel'Thalas, we need you."

"I know that forcing a person to return to the cold reality from extreme pain and loss is an abomination, but I must do it... You have the ability and the responsibility to save everything now, I cannot let you lose It, I don’t want you to regret it for a lifetime...so, forgive me."

After he finished speaking, Lor'themar took a step back. In the horrified eyes of the guards on both sides, the lord, who had always kept to the upper and lower etiquette, flew a foot and kicked on the door of His Royal Highness.

"Click"

In a crunching sound, sawdust flew across, Lor'themar's abdomen cracked open, and the white bandage was dyed red. The Ranger Lord strode into the room in front of him, but what he expected was that he Did not see a decadent to the extreme Kael'thas. Sun Daily ... and did not see a drunk who escaped the pain and reality.

Kael'thas is still that Kael'thas, as elegant and handsome as before, wearing meticulous robes and pendants, even his hair is neatly combed, his prince seems to have never changed, the previous one The flickering fragility also seemed to be an illusion. He knelt in the middle of the room, and in front of his eyes was a dark red magic long sword inserted upside down on the floor.

The finger of His Royal Highness touched the hilt, and the purple magic halo was beating on his wrist and hilt. It seemed that he was communicating something.

Lor'themar, who broke into the room, saw the source of the sword at a glance. He immediately understood that he had made a big mistake. The prince was not escaping from reality, nor was he recalling the past. On the contrary, he was trying to crack it alone. The dilemma in front of me is in the way of descendants of the sun.

"His Royal Highness, I...I..."

Lor'themar wanted to say something, but Kael'thas reached out to stop his apology. The prince's voice became a little deeper and colder than before, and he said softly:

"You came just right, Lor'themar, to call all the lords of the royal party, including Hawksbill, including those parliamentarians...let them come!"

"Let them witness, my coronation!"

"Observe!"

There was a glimmer of joy in the Ranger's eyes, and he left the room. After a while, the Quel'Thalas lords who had received the news rushed from various places to the front of the heavily guarded room, Hawksbill, Archmage Roman Si, Lor'themar. Theron, Kassel. Mingyi, these lords holding the military power staring at the room.

There, the purple halo on the body of Prince Kael'thas half kneeling on the ground became brighter, gorgeous, and full of magical beauty. The sword, the tarnished magic sword, represented Quelsa The sword of the supreme king of Russ, the ancestor of Russ, from the ancestors of the first sun king, Darth Reima, has also enjoyed a legendary weapon in the elven empire 10,000 years ago.

Flamestrike, that is only a weapon obedient to the Sun King, it has witnessed the prosperity of the elven empire, and witnessed the tragedy of the devil-ravaged Azeroth ten thousand years ago. After a difficult victory, it also carried the great division of thousands of years ago. It is no exaggeration to say that this sword itself is the embodiment of the evolution of the civilization of the high elves of Quel'Thalas.

The meaning it represents has already exceeded the meaning of the sword itself.

"bass"

In a clear sword sound, the blazing blaze of flames was pulled up by Kael'thas from under the ground, and he lifted it diagonally to the sky, a group of golden fires burst out from the surrounding space, just Like his own will, wrapped around the blade of this tarnished legendary sword.

A rumbling tweet made the lords who watched the scene look left and right. It sounded like a bird chirping, but it seemed more ethereal, the golden flame was beating, and it was wrapped around the dark red blade, It seems that the steel will be melted, and even under extreme heat, even the air and light will be distorted, but that is not an illusion.

Kael'thas could feel that the long sword in his hand was shaped little by little, as if it had melted in the flames, he could feel that this weapon was like his own soul, and he was working with him Communication is changing its form in accordance with Kael'thas' usage habits and self-will, that is the power flowing in this ancient blade.

Higher power...Who cast this sword, when it was cast, and what material it was made from, it doesn’t matter. For thousands of years with the Sunwell, this weapon itself Has also been changed.

"Wow"

In the eyes of everyone, the golden flame was beating endlessly, until the body of Prince Kael'thas was enveloped in the blazing flame, just like the opening of a grand ceremony, the golden flame was fleeting, Kelsa On the body of Prince Si, there was also a spinning sphere of flames, and, above his green shoulder pads, a tiny, lifelike golden-red phoenix.

It has beautiful feather feathers, and the whole body is dotted with the most beautiful flame feathers, that is Austria, the elemental creature made by the talented Kael'thas. The day-by-day person, and now, the long sword bath in the hands of the prince and him While the fire is reborn, this elemental creature has also been given new power.

Flame... Flame is with him.

In the sound like the phoenix's chirp, Kael'thas lifted the flame blow in his hand. This sword has completely changed its shape and was held in the hand by the prince, just like a bright phoenix claw, sharp and noble. It is fatal, with a heavy and irresistible majesty.

Kael'thas took a step forward, and a crown of burning flames composed entirely of golden flames appeared on top of his head. At the moment he stepped out of the room, the surrounding Phoenix guards brushed their knees together. Kneeling, they are dedicating their loyalty to Quel'Thalas' new king.

"My lords."

Kael'thas's cold eyes looked at the lords in front of him, and he said softly:

"I want to take my people into a war that has never stopped. Quel'Thalas will no longer escape his responsibilities and lives. I will rebuild Quel'Thalas, but not now...in everything After the dust has settled, I will take you back here and back to the eternal home of the high elves, but not now!"

"I saw the war in the future, the more painful and terrible war, I will join it without any turning back, and even die on the battlefield of life and death, but this is not to save my world, it is about my people. Our world...the only world they have, this is a battle I must fight as a king!"

"You...who would come with me?"

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