Azeroth’s Death Track

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The mountainous areas at the border of Lordaeron were desolate.

At least when Losa took the princes in the cursed mountains to find the lost Empire Inheritors, only the mountain people lived here. At that time, the north of Tirisfal was a barren land Because there are not too many physical assets out there, it is not concerned by people there.

However, there is a quiet beach between the mountains. That is the secret of the mountain people. Occasionally, some stray pirates will supply fresh water here. Once, the undead natural disaster in the northern border also planned to land here and invade the northern Xinjiang. , But because of all sorts of things, the dreadlords finally gave up this plan.

Now, this ancient beach, besides supplying the mountain people with enough fishery resources, finally has a second use.

Nearly six months ago, an imperial worker built a super-large port here under the emperor’s secret order. This operation was supported by the Kingdom of Lordaeron, with sufficient human and material support, and from the black After smuggling enough construction machinery in the Iron District, this super-large pier barely rushed to complete before the demon invasion.

The entire whispered coast and the north coast separated by a cliff to the east have been completely fortified. After the emperor's order, the port became bustling almost overnight.

The civilians from several kingdoms in northern Xinjiang were led here by the knights. At the more than 30 docks in the sturdy port, a variety of ships were moored almost day and night to come to this place. Shipped to Kul Tiras, some super-large merchant ships with the ability to cross the endless sea were formed directly across the two continents under the guidance of the temporarily recruited pirate pilots and the Kul Tiras navy Fleet.

The sources of these ships are very complicated. There are two fleets of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, Merchant ships of Gilneas, and the wealthy industry spanning the entire northern frontier, the five long-range commercial fleets of the Barov family, and many more. The emperor used the gold and jewelry of the treasury to hire them in several goblin cities. They were loaded with crude oil engines and smoked black smoke. They were like goblin merchant ships like sea beasts.

Yes, these green-skinned cunning little guys, where there is a lucrative business in this world, there must be their figure there. Lothar’s remuneration is so impressive that these timid guys have temporarily forgotten their fears. Forgetting his life, he rushed into the war zone of the empire and sent civilians ship by ship to the land outside the sea.

In addition to these "serious" forces, there are some less serious guys...pirates!

Tyrion’s activities in Kul Tiras are not just as simple as occupying the mountains of Drustvar, he also helped the Kul Tiras clean up the strait that is entrenched in a town called "Freedom Town". There are tens of thousands of pirates here, but not all pirates are killed in the invasion of the undead, and some lucky guys have escaped the slaughter of the undead.

The pirates are indeed a group of untrustworthy guys, but their obsession with hatred is also known throughout Azeroth. Therefore, the new patriarch of the Proudmoore family, Admiral Kul Tiras, Drake. When Proudmoore reached the group of these exiled pirates under a "calling order", many old fur seals who had fought against the invincible fleet of Kul Tiras on the sea resolutely drove to the ship Whisper Harbor.

They came for revenge, but in the process of revenge, they don’t mind earning a little money, and... take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to treat their past black materials and wash them in vain... Don't want to throw away the past and be a new person?

In short, at the juncture of life and death, Lothar, with his generous handwork and eclectic thinking, finally managed to put together a large "fleet" that was enough to earn a life for the civilians of the empire.

But even this huge migration team, which adds up to nearly a thousand ships, will require several days of busy work to completely transport the civilians waiting in Whispering Harbor from the northern Xinjiang, which is no longer safe and familiar.

"Lordaneron burned..."

On the thick wall of the whispering harbour, the great nobleman of Lordaeron, Alessandro Mograine, who was instructed to guard it, gazed at the direction of the capital with a telescope, and at the moment when the stars were shining at night In the swaying night, you can still see a ray of shocking black smoke rising into the sky.

"It's the fire we set... to stop the undead."

Behind the knight, the hooded Archmage Jaina leaned on her staff and said in a low voice:

"But the flames can't stop them, and the Tirisfal barriers have fallen. Soon, their forwards will reach the Whispering Harbor, Grand Cavaliers, we have to prepare early."

"We are ready!"

A loud voice came behind the two. The knight and the mage turned back at the same time. When they saw the person, the two bowed their heads in tribute. Behind them, the emperor in heavy armor was under the guard of a team of guards , Striding on the city wall.

"All the rest of the army in northern Xinjiang is here... we are our people behind us, we can no longer retreat, today..."

Lothar's fingers touched the rough wall, his eyes narrowed slightly, he looked at the ground that was about to be covered by night, he said in a deep voice:

"Today, we old guys will be buried here, at the cost of everything we have, in exchange for the survival of our civilization, this will be the last battle of the empire in its homeland...Yes, we have failed, But this is not shameful. If we lose even the confidence to start again, it is the most shameful failure."

The emperor opened his eyes. He turned back and looked at the soldiers and generals behind him. His eyes swept everyone's eyes. He tried to see more from it, but he could only see a piece at this time. loyalty.

This gave the emperor who felt that life was about to usher in the end a little comfort. After a moment, he took a deep breath and said to the soldiers behind him:

"Undeads will always underestimate the strength of me and my siblings, especially when protecting our own loved ones and our people..."

"And the real victory of evil is that good people start to doubt, stop standing up, and fight for the future...so, I will say that our civilization will not collapse under the blow of disaster, the justice and our hearts The light will not die!"

"At least today! They will not die!"

"I will defend them, pour the roots of the empire's hope with my blood, and encourage the courage of the people with my will, but the cost of freedom and the future has always been high...it has always been the case, those warriors who have died have paid Everything they can give, now, it's time for us."

Lothar’s voice echoed on the wall, and the soldiers patrolling under the wall couldn’t help but stop. In the dark night, listening to the emperor’s voice in the light, a magician reached out and blessed the emperor. Sound magic, his voice quickly spread across the city.

The hustle and bustle, the people's sorrow because of their inner fears, those who tremble in the dark, who have doubts about the future, more and more people raise their heads and look at the outermost lighthouse of the city.

Lothar's voice seemed to come from the lighthouse.

"The heroes of the warriors are telling me that sometimes... sometimes we really cannot save everyone.

"So I do what I know! I do what I can!"

"If our soldiers and our people are still alive, I will rescue them at all costs."

"If they unfortunately die..."

"The rest will cost the undead...the empire is there, and the civilization is passed on... Tonight, the undead will try to use their **** to defeat our final insistence, but I will With the sword in my hand, I would tell them with my roar of war, they are delusional!"

Lothar's voice had changed from the initial soothing into a thunderous roar, and at the end of his gaze, above the plain in the dark night, the black flag of the broken blade had appeared on the soldiers' Eyes.

The emperor pulled out the long sword behind him, and let the flames burn on the blade, he pointed to the direction of the dark blade undead, and he shouted with the most magnificent momentum:

"Look! They are coming!"

"Me, Losa, I will fight them as warriors, and I will take the initiative to meet them on the plain...Who wants to come with me?"

"Wow"

A bright and scorching light was shining behind the emperor, and the Grand Knight Mograine held the warhammer in his hand. He shouted loudly:

"This is the will of the Holy Light! For the empire! For the emperor!"

"For the empire!"

Jaina also raised her staff in her hands. Behind her, the soldiers who had already been stirred up by the emperor's speech screamed their voices in hoarseness. This heavy adversity did not crush them, but let them True enemies are at odds.

This roar awakened the whole city. In the night, in the flickering of the lights, those people who were trapped in difficulties, those who lived in the country all their lives, only know the civilians who followed the instructions of the nobles, Those who have lost their hometowns and lost everything, in this cry, they seem to have found the thought of being born again.

At this moment, in the last city of human civilization, there is no gap between status and identity. Everyone is given a new identity...Warrior, although this is slightly different from the unity imagined by Tyraine, but It took the first step after all... though, it was a little late.

"Take my weapon..."

In a mansion in Whispering Harbor, the low-willed Arthas heard the cries that rang through the city. He threw away the wine bottle in his hand, staggered up, walked to the window, looked at The wide open city gate in the distance, and the dark, silent army in the dark night.

"Take my weapon!"

Anger, hatred, unwillingness, such emotions flooded Alsace’s brain in an instant, allowing him to wake up temporarily from the pain of losing everything, he shouted:

"Farrick! Let the guards gather!"

"Mavien! Take my weapon!"

"Sassarian! Pull out my horse!"

Wisps of manic, sparks of holy light, visible to the naked eye, moved between the fingers of the new king, making him look like the golden Thor of the Divine Soldier.

"I want...I'm going to battle..."

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"Om"

The light of the portal was scattered, and between the swaying, a slender figure appeared in the destroyed city of Lordaeron. He was not coming alone. Behind him, there were other one after another. Several people.

Saurfang looked at the figure coming out of the portal. His thin face was expressionless, but he turned sideways slightly to make way.

Tyrion ignored the death lord in front of him. He stepped forward step by step. In the ruined palace, an old man with white hair was kneeling halfway down in the center of the palace. It seemed to be confessing and praying.

"I think that Saurfang has already told you those things, so I came here this time and wanted to get an answer."

Standing in the shadow of the palace entrance, the King of Dark Blade asked Shen Shen:

"You, will you join us?"

"Is there any difference?"

The old man asked in a hoarse voice:

"The moment I opened my eyes after I died, I was already a member of you."

"Of course there is a difference. After encountering a sudden disaster and destroying all suffering, it is difficult for the living person to find a new goal in life again. They will be at a loss, and they may lose themselves in this daze. This is not what I want. What I see, what I want to see is a new civilization that is attracted by noble goals and is willing to pay everything for it..."

Tyraine explained patiently:

"They don't have much time to indulge in lost self. If they can't find a way forward, then I will give them one!"

"Hate! Among the thousands of emotions, only this emotion can really and long-term guide the direction...If I can, I hope to use some more positive emotions, but unfortunately, I am a dead soul, this is the only thing I control Mild means...so Terenas Menethil, I need you to stand up and guide the way for your son and the new king of Lordaeron...I need you, give him New power is injected into the blank shell."

"I need him to grow up quickly, it doesn't matter what the starting point of greatness is, greatness itself matters."

"My son, he will eventually destroy your dark empire..."

The undead King Terenas stood up, and aging and weakness have been completely expelled from this body. The gathering of death energy and the transformation of the weak dragon blood, under the personal control of Saurfang, has made this The old king regained his bravery when he was young.

He became a warrior again. Although he was not yet adapted to this power, it was enough to go to the battlefield.

He turned around and looked at the King of Dark Blades with brown-grey eyes, and the figures behind him, and finally, he made a series of deep laughs.

"Of course, I am willing to join you... I will watch all this in a boring time, I will watch my son grow up slowly, I will watch him make a career, I will watch him. .. destroy you by hand!"

"I...willing to guide him in the original direction, as you said, hatred!"

Faced with this malicious curse, Tyrion smiled unconsciously, and he reached out to the king in front of him:

"So, welcome to join the Council of Forgotten Kings... say hello to your companions."

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