Azeroth’s Death Track

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Lordaeron is a typical feudal monarchy, the ruling class of this country is supported by nobles, large and small.

A characteristic of feudal countries is that the relationship between the nobility is intertwined. After hundreds of years of marriage and alliance, betrayal and hostility, if you want to sort out the relationship between the nobility in a short time, it is almost impossible. To the thing.

To this end, in Lordaeron City, there are special royal heraldry masters who are responsible for management and maintenance, as well as clarifying the relationship between nobles in the country. When necessary, such as a sudden death of a family, or the death of the owner. In the case of chaos in the family, the heraldic masters will be responsible for selecting the young people who are most qualified to inherit the family, or the side branch.

In fact, this is not only the case of Lordaeron, but also in other human countries.

Heraldry, this weird "academic", is called scholasticism in these human countries. Many young generations of aristocratic families will study this academy to recognize who is a family friend and who is a family. Enemy.

But the aristocratic system is chaotic. In addition to effectively enhancing the unity and internal relations of the aristocracy, it also has a very bad side. For example, some small aristocrats are likely to have land beyond the rank of the knighthood through marriage and intertwined relationships. that power.

For example, the simplest example is the Count Barov, a large aristocrat who lived in seclusion in the Stratholme District. He was an old aristocrat in the Alterac Kingdom, but the title of Count. The status in the circle must be far more than that of an ordinary duke. The morale of Alterac ruled by the royal family of Perenolde. Every move of the Barov family will directly affect the entire country.

And another example is our Baron Rivendell...

Rivendell only has the title of Baron, but his actual power is not inferior to those noblemen. Baron Rivendell is the nominal manager of the entire Stratholme District. This is an official position directly appointed by the King. The Baron At 35 years old, he can be called young, strong and energetic. When he was so young, he could get such a high position because of his family heritage.

The entire city of Stratholme, the most prosperous city in the Stratholme district, was the private territory of the Rivendell family when the kingdom was established. Over time, although the title of the baron’s family became more and more for various reasons The lower it is, but the power they actually control is not weakened too much.

Especially after the establishment of Stratholme City, the Rivendell family began to rule the entire Stratholme area with the lowest baron title, which is regarded as one of the largest real power nobles in the country.

But this family is very low-key. They have always been strong supporters of the king. When King Terenas Menethil II ascended the throne today, Rivendell’s family made great efforts, so after the king took the throne, It also gave the Rivendell family absolute preferential treatment.

It is a pity that all good things cannot be taken up by one person, and good luck in one aspect means that things encountered in another aspect will be terrible.

The Rivendell family is low-key and prominent, but the inheritance of the heirs in the family is very difficult. There have been only one heir for several generations. This is absolutely a disaster for a noble family. Once a generation of heirs has an accident , Meaning that the family is likely to be heirs.

And now, this terrible future is before the eyes of contemporary Baron Rivendell...His son, his most beloved only son, contracted a serious illness a few years ago, and he seems to have no hope of healing.

"Aurix, are you asleep?"

As night fell, the tired voice of Baron Rivendell sounded outside his son’s bedroom, accompanied by a heartbreaking cough. A moment later, the weak young man, the next generation heir to the Rivendell family, Opened the door for his father.

In front of his loved ones, Baron Rivendell no longer has the false smile and gentle attitude when facing other people. His black eyes are full of regret. He looked at his son, only 19 years old, which should be life The most beautiful age, but was trapped in this **** bedroom, waiting painfully for the arrival of death.

"Father...cough cough, I...I'm fine."

Orix Rivendell had a hard smile on his pale face. He stretched out his hand and wanted to hold his father's hand, but when he raised his arm, a trace of pain flashed on his face. His body collapsed to the rear in a tear-like pain, and was stepped forward by his father who was quick-witted and hugged in his arms.

"Okay, son, don't talk, lie quietly for a while."

Baron Rivendell smiled at his son. He picked him up and put it on the sofa beside him. Then he picked up the side pack and cooked the bitter soup for his son.

This soup is a prescription from the most famous doctor in Lordaeron. With the power of Baron Rivendell, he can easily find a good pastor to treat his son, but in fact, in 1 year A few years ago, when Orix was just sick, the baron took him to Lordaeron, and humbly asked Fa'o Mian to diagnose his son.

But the pope told him the unfortunate news.

The strange light of Orix cannot be removed. It is a disease that has never appeared in the classics. It is like in the deepest part of this young man’s body, a strange power was born, and he greedily absorbed the young man. His vitality, and constantly tearing him into the darkness.

With this helpless Faor crown guessing, Orix was not suffering from terminal illness, but was cursed, so the baron took his son to and fro in Dalaran, and even went to Quel'Thalas, he could not find it. To uncover this strange curse, I can only watch my son's debilitating day by day, devoured by disease every day.

But people can't be ruthless?

Although Orix, a devout believer in the Holy Light Church, repeatedly advised his father to relax, after the initial frustration and despair, the young man seemed to be no longer struggling with the passage of time, but in endless pain In the future, the upcoming death is regarded as a kind of relief.

"I can feel it, father, when I close my eyes, it seems I can see... coughing, holy light, holy light is calling me."

Orix Rivendell took the medicine soup handed over by his father with difficulty. The weird medicine soup was mixed with some sleeping agents, which could make the son of the baron sleep well, but this medicine carried a small amount of Toxins, so you should not drink too much, and every time you take a nap after taking the medicine, it is the happiest time for Orix tortured by pain.

"You will be fine, son."

The baron sat on the sofa, stroking his son's dark hair. He looked at the under-aged son, who was tortured by pain, injury and illness. He said softly:

"I will find a way to save you, and I will find it."

"No worries, father."

After drinking the bitter syrup, Orix sighed with relief. Between the drowsiness, he grabbed his father's hand and whispered:

"This is the will of the Holy Light. Father, these pains are the test. Soon, soon I will be called by the Holy Light. I am very happy. I can have a father like you. You will always be my inner hero.. .After I left, my father and my mother lived well."

A naughty smile flashed on Orix's skinny cheek:

"It's better to give me another brother... I will pray for you in the heaven of the Holy Light."

After he finished speaking, the son of the baron could no longer resist the falling sleep in his heart. He closed his eyes. After a while, a deep grunt sounded, and the baron Rivendell was half kneeling beside his son. Looked at his child, and what turned in his eyes was the greatest love of a father.

"You are a good boy, Aurix, you should not bear all this."

"If the Holy Light can't save you, then I... I'll go find it elsewhere."

There was a hint of stubbornness in the baron's eyes. He lowered his head, kissed his son's forehead, and then stood up. He adjusted his clothes in front of the dressing mirror in the bedroom. The mirror reflected the most perfect image of a nobleman, his black eyes. There was a certain decisiveness in here, and Aurix's body could no longer be sustained, leaving him little time to save his son.

"My son, I will be your hero...I swear!"

The baron finally glanced at his son, who was sleeping on the sofa, and without looking back, strode out of the room.

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Stratholme at dusk is a beautiful city.

The warm afterglow shines on the city walls. On weekdays, at this time, there are always crowds of people on the city square, there is the noise of children and the laughter of adults, and there are food carts pushed by hawkers. As one of the most prosperous cities in northern Xinjiang, Stratholme has its own pride. As the hinterland city of Lordaeron, Stratholme has supported the whole crumbling country more than once in the most critical moment.

The city and its people should also be proud.

But today, there is no one staying on the city square, and the pedestrians on the street are all in a hurry, as if they are a little slower, they will be ingested by the invisible demons.

On the city walls, Stratholme’s mages are working hard to build a magic shield for the entire city to prevent the yellow smoke in the sky from seeping into the city.

The smoke killing incident in Stratholme North has reached the Stratholme through the Kingdom’s communication channels. Many people now know that the smoke is poisonous. The cities covered by the poisonous fog will naturally fall into a panic, but the city guards Under the supervision of the city, the city still has not lost its order, but it is at the critical point of order and chaos, maybe just a light push...

"I have finished everything you asked me to do."

In the basement of the "Crown Pharmacist Company" in the business district, Baron Rivendell, who was wearing a black cloak, looked at the strange old man in front of him. He said in a deep voice:

"I threw away my conscience, threw away my oath, threw away the honor of the family. I have done what I promised. What about your promise?"

The baron’s voice was filled with an unforgettable hatred. Obviously, the old man in front of him was not his friend. It was like an enemy, but there seemed to be a deal between the two parties.

"Of course, Mr. Baron, without your help, those pot pots cannot be distributed to this land so smoothly, but if it is just that, that is not enough..."

In the shadow of the basement, the strange old man's voice echoed, low and magnetic, like an old and old-fashioned nobleman.

"The original transaction was that you spread your fears on this land, and we will save your only son. You said that the transaction was completed? No, obviously not yet, the last step!"

The old man turned around, a face that Baron Rivendell had never seen, nor the middle-aged man who had taken the initiative to find him. This should be a mysterious organization, with some kind of dark ambition, but the baron ignored it, He just wanted to save his son, nothing more.

"I'm not persecuting you, baron."

The old man saw the resentment in the eyes of the baron. He was not angry. On the contrary, this expression of mortal hatred and powerlessness made him feel very comfortable. He looked at the angry person in front of him with an admiring eyes. He said softly:

"You have stepped into our side and can't look back anymore. I know that it may be difficult for you to dedicate your city to us, so I decided to give you some rewards first so that you can have confidence in us. ."

"You want a healthy, handsome heir? Do you need poor Orix to get rid of the heart disease? Can..."

"Uh"

A black crystal was thrown at the baron, who held it in his hand and heard the old man's voice ring again in the dark.

"Take it, you will see your son's "new life", and after that, you will bring the shadow of death to Stratholme, and when the city is completely dark, you will also receive this gift ."

The baron clenched the crystal in his hand. He looked up, and the dark basement was empty. The baron sighed. He turned and walked out of the basement. He was not stupid and did not rashly believe a group of strangers, but it was indeed given by these **** 3 months ago, when Orix could not support it. Crystal saved his son's life.

Like a drowning man who fell into the endless abyss, after trying all methods, he could only grasp the life-saving straw in front of him.

And at the moment when the baron put on his hood and walked out of the basement quietly, on the deserted street in front of him, a tall warhorse carrying a young knight came across the twilight light. Prince Sass stared closely at the baron in front of him. In the perception of the Holy Light, he could clearly feel the evil breath from the baron, which made the prince even more angry.

"You have failed your king, you have failed your city, you... have failed your son!"

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