Azeroth’s Death Track

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Jaina is a grand mage, the top caster in the human world.

She is very young, and she is only 18 years old now. At this age, the title of "Mage" given by the Dalaran six-member council can only show that she is indeed talented in the field of magic.

The most mysterious Grand Master of Krassus in the six-member council once commented that Jaina was the most talented mortal he had ever seen in the field of frost magic, even the existence of this little girl is most likely frost magic The manifestation of the true essence in the mortal world.

This is undoubtedly an extremely rare evaluation. Considering the true identity of Krassus, it can only be said that for Jaina, it has been difficult for the observers to describe her with talents.

However, in order to become the Archmage of Dalaran, in addition to talents and spell-casting abilities, there is another hard condition, that is, the understanding of the magic background and the collection of massive magic knowledge. This is to prevent some talented mages from getting too early The top reputation is a waste of talent in the future.

But Jaina did it. At the age of 18, she was almost filled with a walking library, all kinds of magic knowledge, and even some stories that were spoken between mages. She was familiar with it. For this reason, at present She faced such a bad situation, in a desperate situation, after a voice suddenly burst into her mind, Jaina's first reaction was not to respond to it.

"Uh"

A mental detection magic was applied to herself. The magic of this magic was wrapped around Jaina’s slender body, making her golden mixed with a trace of white long hair also flying behind her head, but the result of this magic detection made her very Surprised.

There is no strange spirit attached to her, so... that voice?

"Are you curious about my identity? Hai's daughter, what do you think I am? A wraith, a villain who hides his head? Ha ha ha, IMHO, little girl, you still pay more attention to your eyes Things matter."

The voice appeared strangely again, causing Jaina to clenched the staff subconsciously. She pursed her mouth and said in a deep voice:

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"Oh, at most 15 minutes..."

The voice said something unanswered, Jaina’s eyes turned to the flames beating the distant sea, and she immediately understood what the guy said was worth 15 minutes... After Dai Lin’s Sea King joined the battle, it was terrifying The firepower and precision of the Kul Tiras 1st Fleet will be sent to the deep sea in the form of wreckage for a maximum of 15 minutes.

This gave the 18-year-old Jaina a sense of urgency, her fingers holding the staff were clasped again, and then she realized that the initiative of this weird conversation had been completely damned by the damn, inexplicable, weird woman Mastered.

"what should I do?"

Jaina asked again, this time, she no longer covered the anxiety in her voice, and the hoarse female voice also issued a series of laughs that seemed very happy.

"Very good, you start to understand the rules, hold your pendant tight!"

"what?"

Jaina froze for a moment, and the voice said impatiently:

"Tighten your pendant, Dai Lin turned to the one that the King of Blades gave you...it is the key!"

The Archmage lowered her head and glanced at the silver anchor pendant hanging on her chest. Only then did she discover that the outer periphery of the pendant was covered with a layer of white shimmer, which was obviously abnormal and she could not understand this phenomenon. However, at this moment, this abnormal phenomenon itself represents a kind of hope.

Jaina’s cold fingers held the silver pendant, and the fine silver chain around her neck was also torn off. She held it in front of her eyes, and a warm, familiar breath rumbled from her hands, reminding her of it. The sea flavor road of Boralus Port.

"Meditate on your brother's name."

The voice gave instructions again, but this time, Jaina was completely stunned. After a few seconds, she stuttered and said:

"I...I remember, I didn't..."

"No? Haha, stop it, little girl, people all over the world are telling you, you don’t have a younger brother, but I know, you know, you have! You just forgot his name, but the bloodline The connection makes you unable to forget him. Your memory has loopholes, little girl. This is a luck for you and your brother."

The voice explained something to Jaina slowly, and then, in Jaina's hesitation, the voice said like a joke:

"So, I guess, you may not even know that you are not Dai Lin's only daughter... but you do have a younger sister. As for why she cannot appear in your memory, there may be many, many reasons, such as Say..."

"She is... an illegitimate child."

Jaina accepted this sentence, her eyes at this moment were at a loss:

"When I was a kid, my parents did have a quarrel for a while. Those words only...Fenner, her name is Fenner, right?"

"Oh, I can't tell you this, Hai's daughter."

The mature woman can feel the mature woman just from her voice as if she was deliberately teasing Jaina. In a sharp laugh, she pronounced the name:

"Tan Reed...Tan Reed Proudmoore, meditate on this name, Hai’s daughter, and guide your brother home. From the current situation, you and your brother, and your Followers, who desperately need help from him, huh, huh, a boy who has lost his reputation and life will become a civilized savior, and things are really impermanent."

The voice sighed with emotion, and then quietly dimmed. She seemed to have finished what she had to do, and she was leaving.

And Jaina meditated with the name "Tanred Proudmoore" in her heart, she could feel that her thinking seemed to extend into a strange space through the pendant in her hand, and when she meditated on her brother's At the name, she could even hear a faint response.

"Don't go! I have... doubts."

The Archmage double-handedly called the voice in her heart, but she didn't get a response until she heard the quirk of the voice. At this moment, the 18-year-old Archmage was a little shy and embarrassed, but in the end, her desire for ignorance was overwhelmed. Inwardly, she whispered:

"Sister...sister, are you still there?"

"Oh, little cute... I am of course, you are so good, this voice reminds me of the little priest at that time, she is like you, has a beautiful face, a little shy, but she is hidden in her heart With a viper...that bitch!"

The mature magnetic voice was like finding a new toy, and it appeared in Jaina’s mind. The Archmage could even feel her hands touching her cheeks, but when she talked to the end, the sharp The hatred and disgust contained in the voice actually made Jaina feel that she might have made a reckless decision.

But now that a decision has been made, he will be able to waste his will. The Archmage raised the increasingly intense pendant of white light into the air, and asked:

"You, why do you know me and my family so much?"

"Oh, because I'm busy, Hai's daughter."

The voice said carelessly:

"I have existed for more than ten times the history of your family. Almost all civilizations in this world except trolls have grown up in my gaze. I have seen your pylon in the night sky. The first time a compatriot with a stone spear and a stone spear entered the sea with fear, I have also witnessed the construction of your first stone city from scratch."

"I have witnessed your ancestors gather here to build a civilization that makes no sense to me. They are like insects crawling on the ground. They do their best to make their own war weapons and then launch endless battles.. . Just for a little bit of cold soup..."

"Your individuals do not have their own thoughts, your leaders lose their glory...Your civilization is groping in the dark, but you don't know that the horse rein with them is already in the hands of the careerists... Little girl, in my opinion, the 3000-year history of human civilization is not even as good as what happened in the five years of the system established by the King of Blades on the south..."

The voice said in Jaina's soul in a carol-like tone:

"He brought change, Hai’s daughter, I have done missed things, I also wanted to cause change, but I failed, and he did... The fire of change that will last for thousands of years has been ignited in this world The darkness beyond civilization and wisdom is about to be dispelled. Like me, you have to face an unknown future. Frankly speaking, this makes me feel that there is finally a little more fun in my boring life."

"But he is a tyrant! He is a butcher! Tyrion. Blade of Dawn, he is... a **** person!"

Jaina retorted that after a moment, the voice seemed a little disappointed. She seemed exhausted and said the last sentence:

"No, Jaina Proudmoore, you are trapped in a narrow mind and cannot be detached. From my point of view, what he has done so far is 10,000 greater than you who claim to be just and bright Times...seriously, after all this, do you really think you represent justice?"

She paused for a while, as if to give Jaina time to react, but before Jaina spoke, her voice fell slowly.

"You disappointed me a little bit, Hai's daughter, but maybe it's because you are too young, it doesn't matter, I have enough time to wait for you to grow...and, quietly watching the flames that this world is about to burn... This is more interesting than dealing with the lunatics and cultists."

The whisper completely disappeared at this moment, no matter how Jaina called, the sound did not sound again, as if it was really asleep.

On the other side, in the gap between the world, there is also a sea, sky, and clouds in this inaccessible space, but everything here is still. On the sea, the third and fourth fleets of Kul Tiras Moored in the sea, it is like a completely lost traveler, not knowing where to go.

And on the sea, not only the two fleets, but also many sea ships, whose styles are different, and even some ships are dotted with the bow images that were popular hundreds of years ago.

It's like a group of people abandoned by the world...

"There! There!"

Tenred Promodel, who has been forgotten by the whole world, is standing on the bridge of his flagship. The 18-year-old, unruly young man still spreads his blond hair like a prodigal son like he did when he disappeared. On his shoulders, the captain's suit on his body also opened his chest, but at this moment, this Prince Kul Tiras with blue eyes was like seeing the lighthouse home, he held the command knife in his hand, loudly Shouted:

"I heard Anna's voice, she was calling me...she needs me...our country, our people need us!"

"The Kul Tiras Fleet! This is Tenred Proudmoore! Follow my orders... The enemy is ahead, at full speed, ready to fight!"

"No matter what is outside, no matter what is outside...Let them see, we Kul Tiras are amazing! Rush!"

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"To... lose..."

The pale Drake, with the help of Lieutenant Sanders, barely stood up. In front of him, the mast of Queen Anna was lit by the shelling of the Sea King, and his Kul Tiras first The fleet has lost two-thirds of the battleships, and the remaining one-third is also wounded.

He only knew that his father was very powerful, but when he really stood opposite the fleet commanded by his father, he realized what the title of "King of the Sea" was.

Every command of his was seen by Dai Lin when he issued it. The fleet had just made an offensive action, and the opposite countermeasures had been started. In addition, with the execution of 100% of the command by the undead soldiers, Dai Lin only used it. One-third of the ghost fleet in the mist has suppressed the entire Kul Tiras invincible fleet on the sea, almost unilaterally.

Drake realized that he was too tender...in front of his old father, his experience of naval warfare could only be maintained until now.

"Bump it!"

Admiral Kul Tiras looked at the burning flagship and he said softly:

"Sanders, you came to drive the boat and bumped into it, the boat that would haunt your father... to give the people time to escape from the battlefield...we must do this..."

"Follow your orders, General!"

Colonel Sanders served the Proudmoore family for generations. When he heard the cruel order, the colonel froze, but then he gritted his teeth, passed the fire, and rushed into the warship's control room.

In the flaming sword, Drake propped his body hard with his command knife. He raised his head and looked at the sea kingship roaring through the flames. In the remaining tide sage, it was difficult to drive the current. In the sound, the young captain gritted his teeth and lifted his blood-soaked chest. He shouted loudly:

"Dai Lin!"

"Me, Drake Proudmoore, I'm... challenging you!!!"

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