Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Another team of immigrants lost contact with us."

In the city hall of Andorhal, Prince Alsace with his bandage on his arm is listening to the report of the frontline scout. He is currently the nominal commander of the city, the former mayor of Andorhal, has Was mobilized to Lordaeron City, began to be responsible for large-scale resettlement work.

Residents of several large cities in the Andorhal and Stratholme regions have also begun to migrate. They are protected by the Silver Hand and the local garrison. They march all the way to Tirisfal Glades, on the whisper coast northwest of Lordaeron The first voyage fleet formed by Emperor Lothar had already departed 4 days ago to send residents of Lordaeron to Kul Tiras to avoid the fighting.

And this is just the beginning of the entire empire crossing the endless sea. In the plans of the emperor and the kings, before the dark blade army in southern Xinjiang and the natural disasters of the undead in the north, they must send the people of the empire to safety. The place.

The significance of the existence of the empire is never the land under their feet, but the people on this land...The emperor’s proposal was endorsed by other kings, including the Queen of Quel'Thalas and the newly born child of the bronze beard, Everyone believes that the emperor's strategic thinking is correct.

But before the human empire could form the fleet, the demon began to invade, and then there was a series of catastrophic events. Now, with the defense of the frontier in Northern Xinjiang completely paralyzed, sending people out of this land has become The most important mission of the entire empire.

Even the most stubborn commander, under the current circumstances, has to admit that they have failed and suffered a terrible defeat.

But it is not without good news...After the failure of the first round of the devil's landing, the undead natural disaster that exists as the devil's minion also quickly evacuated his power from the land of northern Xinjiang, which enveloped the northern sky. His cold will disappears, it seems that the failure of the devil also makes these northern undead feel... fear?

"Where did that immigrant disappear?"

Prince Alsace’s eyes were fixed on the map in front of him. Of course, after the ecological environment of northern Xinjiang began to change drastically, the original map was no longer useful. The one in front of the prince was drawn urgently by the frontline scouts.

"In the mountains near Camp Coldwind and the ruins of Tarren Mill, the mountain is the new hill uplifted after the formation of the Dalaran Strait, and the nearest road from the Hillsbrad hill to Andorhal ."

The front line scout marked a red dot on the map for the prince. Arthas looked at the red dot and then the green punctuation nearby. He said:

"This place is very close to the frontline legion of the dark blade... Did the undead rob them?"

"We found many corpses of demons in the mountains. Judging from the wounds on those corpses, it is indeed very similar to the fatal injury caused by the new weapons after the replacement of the Dark Blade Legion, but the heavy rain of the past few days has scattered many traces. Now, our scouts are also difficult to determine where those immigrants were sent to.

The front-line scout officer said tiredly:

"This is already the 7th missing immigrant team. We have lost nearly 30,000 people. The Dark Blade Undead has no tradition of recruiting civilians to become soldiers, so those people should be alive, but my brothers and I are very curious. "What the **** do these **** undead robbery people do?"

"There is a mage saying that the dark blade is "captive" humans..."

Prince Arthas replied with a headache:

"But there are also information provided by businessmen who do business in southern Xinjiang, saying that humans in southern Xinjiang are not in a state of "captive" slavery, but living as quietly as we are, and the undead do not seem to interfere too much with their lives. The environment, it is said that Tyrion supported a puppet regime, what is the federal parliament... really incomprehensible."

After talking, the prince thought about what happened recently, and finally, he sighed:

"Neither, nor... falling into the hands of the dark blade is better than losing your life in the hands of the devil. At least the group of undead still has a civilized atmosphere. Speaking of it, the king led to Lordaeron. Is the immigration action over?"

"Yes, the missing group is already the last group of people to be transferred. His Majesty the Emperor seized the gap between the dark blade undead and the invading demons and sent the remaining civilians from the king's collar. It's really weird. The incident, Your Royal Highness, the group of dark-blade undead seem to be coming to the demon. They did not even attack the king’s collar. This is really surprising. It is like protecting us from the evacuation of civilians..."

The captain of the scruffy hair scowled with emotion, and then suddenly found ambiguity in his words. He quickly apologized to the prince:

"Sorry, Your Highness, I'm not praising the Dark Blade Undead, I'm just..."

"I understand, it's okay, go rest."

His prince seemed unwilling to say more on this issue, and the captain of the scout nodded cautiously and quickly left the hall.

Arthas propped up with one hand. At the moment he got up, his head was stunned. This was because he was too tired. Alsace had hardly left the command room in the last 4 days. He has been dealing with it. Political affairs near Andorhal City, including the expulsion of some wandering natural disasters, including the coordination of civilian transfers, and even the removal of plagues throughout the city, etc.

It's all trivial, but it takes a lot of energy.

"Maybe I should go for a walk, change my clothes again, hum, there is a smell on my body, Anna will definitely laugh at me."

Prince Arthas smiled self-deprecatingly. As he walked outside the hall, he said in a relaxed tone to the guard captain Marveen, who was beside him:

"Is there anything interesting in these two days near Andorhal?"

Although he is already a real adult, Arthas still retains a trace of the young man’s mind when he is serious, he knows how to relax his thinking, maybe Anna should be invited to a circus together Performance?

"Uh, there are no fun things. Everyone has been busy moving recently."

Marveen and Farrek were almost the loyal guards who grew up with His Royal Highness together from childhood. After the prince questioned, Marveen thought hard for a long time, only to remember a "strange thing" that happened a few days ago .

"But weird things do happen. Lieutenant Sassarian of Andorhal City Defense Army, Your Highness, do you remember him?"

"Of course, the brave lieutenant saved me and you, as well as Farrek, and a few seriously injured brothers."

His Highness flicked his hair and asked:

"Isn't he transferred to my bodyguard? What happened to him?"

"When Sasarian was patrolling the Soldo River three days ago, he rescued a weird dark-blade undead, er, how to say, I heard people say that the undead... is fun."

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"This is the undead you "saved"? Gee, it's so strange!"

After hearing a strange thing, Prince Arthas took a bath and changed his clothes, then he followed his guard captain to the barracks. The uneasy Lieutenant Thassarian thought that the prince was He came to punish him. After all, as a human being, he should never deal with undead, and even saved an undead from the devil.

This is simply a big deal!

But out of Sasarian's expectations, His Royal Highness did not punish him, but asked him to "call" the strange undead from the humble wooden coffin and opened his eyes.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Sasarian in a blouse told the curious Prince Arthas:

"It tells me that it's called Rurid."

"Huh? Does it still speak?"

Arthas looked at the heavily armed undead infantry, then turned his head to look at Thassarian. There was a little more vigilance in his eyes: "You mean, does it have its own wisdom? Will it think?"

"No, it doesn't think, Your Highness."

Sassarian shrugged, reached out and knocked on the helmet of the undead infantry in front of him. In the sound of metal ringing, the undead infantry named "Rured" looked up like a real soldier and looked left and right. Look, then stand in front of Sassarian, and say in a hoarse voice:

"Waiting for orders!"

The sudden action of the undead scared Ma Weien, he quickly withdrew his long sword and blocked it in front of the prince, and this action seemed to be regarded as a threat by the undead infantry, which protected Sassari behind him. The finger with black armor touched the back, but touched an empty space.

"Wait! Don't be nervous, Captain Marveen, Lured is not malicious."

Sassarian watched the high-level warrior Ma Weien want to cut it with a sword, he hurriedly shouted:

"It's just protecting me, trust me, Your Highness, without my order, it won't hurt anyone!"

"Okay, put down the sword, Marvin."

Arthas was also attracted by the strange movement of the undead infantry. He stretched out his hand and pressed the sword in the captain's hand, and then turned a few times around the alert Rured, after confirming that Rured was not in danger, Arthas turned his head to look at Sassarian:

"How did you save it? Why did it only obey your orders?"

"Uh, well, I will say it again."

Sassarian's young guy shook his head a little bit unreasonably:

"At that time I took a few brothers to patrol the Soldo River. Near Dallon County, I saw a scene of a winged demon falling from the sky, so I went over with the brothers and looked at it. I found that Rured and several other undeads were fighting the demon. They were very dangerous, but they were not opponents of the demon... In short, at the time, my brain pumped up and rushed to kill them together. That demon."

"Then it listens to you?"

Prince Arthas was like hearing the story of the minstrel, he asked with relish, but Thassarian shook his head:

"No, when we killed the demon, Lu Reid was seriously injured, and its body and armor were torn apart by the demon. You see, there is still a claw mark on its armor."

The prince turned his head and looked at the front of the armor of the undead infantry Rured, there was indeed a torn scar of claws.

"I didn't want to save it at the time, I swear, Your Highness, this is really an accident!"

Sassarian continued his story:

"We wanted to burn those undead at that time, but Lu Reid could still move, and there was a soul stone in his equipment. It seemed to be trying to crush the soul stone to save, but it was hurt. It's too heavy. I saw its eyes. There was a feeling of reluctance and unwillingness in those gray eyes. I swear I didn't lie. Your Highness, several brothers around you saw it at that time. They can testify for me."

“In short, it’s like a real warrior, so after discussing it, we decided to let it go. I know that it violates the military law, but Your Highness, after all, we fought with it and fought against demons together. In short, I helped it Broken that soul stone, and...and that's it...it followed me after waking up..."

Sassarian said dejectedly:

"The military judge thought I was the undercover king of the blade of the dark blade, and I was almost sent to the gallows, but that was not the case. My prince, I have asked the high elf mages to see it. They said, Rured's simple thinking It is completely independent, and there is no sign of manipulation. Maybe it was loyal to Tyrion before, but after being rescued by my soul stone, it is now "loyal" to me."

"It's incredible..."

Prince Arthas looked at Rured, the undead infantry standing on the side waiting for the command. He whispered:

"Are you sure that a certain consciousness is controlling it? Like the Scourge, maybe Tyrion is looking at us through its eyes now."

"No, Your Highness."

Thassarian shook his head. He looked at Rured. He looked around. Then he pulled up the curtain of the tent. After only him, the prince and Captain Marvin, he whispered to Rured. A command was issued:

"Tell your own story, Rured!"

"My name is... Rured, I am... a soldier from the western wilderness, I died in the Battle of East Valley... Your Majesty resurrected me, Your Majesty's voice... Tell us, we want to protect the Federation Live, protect this world... against... against demons! Ancient gods... our cause...justice!"

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