Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Aren't you going to see him?"

In the garden on the upper level of the dark temple, Aurelia wore a robe at home, just like a real hostess, packing up her favorite flowers, this once small flower garden under her care, Now it has become very prosperous.

With the help of ghosts rich in artistic cells, this garden was designed into a unique style, walking in it, like walking in a real flower forest, in the life of the blessed Druids After the soil transplantation returned, the garden was full of natural breath.

The **** mother took a pair of scissors and sat on a bench in the garden. She carefully built the white rose in front of her. That was Tyrion’s favorite flower and a treasure of Aurelia. Next to Leiria, stood a lady in a white long dress, she was a human being, with a thin veil, long black hair scattered behind her. From the back view, she seemed very gentle and full of Everyone's temperament.

Facing Aurelia's inquiry, the mysterious lady shook her head, she handed the kettle to Aurelia, and then said softly:

"What can I do when I meet? He is no longer the same as him, and I am no longer the same as me."

"But you should be very clear that Varian has been missing you."

Aurelia stood up, holding a kettle in her hand, and sprinkling water on the flowers, just like a girlfriend, she persuaded:

"My Tiffany, I know that you are blaming us, you think we turned you into a monster, but I believe that Varian will not care about these... you have also seen his efforts, once In order to take you and Anduin away from us, the dear big figure, he turned himself into the most terrible beast."

"You should see him! Even if it's just talking, having a meal..."

"I don’t blame you, Aurelia, after I wake up, I know my physical condition at that time. If it were not for you to use blood magic to help me continue my life, I may have died long ago... Seeing my son's healthy growth."

Queen Tiffany with tulle put her hands on her chest, her back turned to her good friend, and there was a touch of sadness in her voice:

"But it is not the time, Aurelia, Varian, my lover has been working to save us, he has reached this point, I know how proud he is, he will not accept charity from the enemy ...If I go to see him now, it is equivalent to eliminating all the reasons for his efforts. The loss will destroy my husband."

The queen turned back, her blood-red eyes shining with light:

"My husband has been destroyed once, and he cannot bear the second time."

"But do you have the heart to watch him challenge Tyrion for you?"

Aurelia set the kettle aside, she took Tiffany's hand, she asked softly:

"He can't win, even Losa has failed...my husband is no longer a mortal to overcome, you shouldn't push Varian to a point of no return, this is cruel to him."

"No, no, Aurelia."

There was a trace of pride and trust in Tiffany's beautiful face under the tulle. She said in a deep voice:

"My husband’s efforts along the way will never be wasted, he will become a greater person, he will make Andu proud of him, he not only has a responsibility and mission to our mother and son, he also has a kingdom, even an empire The destiny needs to be carried, and Anduin and I will not become his burden."

"He will become the emperor, just like his adoptive father, the greatest pillar of human civilization! I have seen that future..."

"The painful furnace will forge the unparalleled blade, Aurelia, now I just need to wait patiently, and the moment this blade comes out of the sheath, I need to wait patiently."

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In a house at the port of Baita at the junction of Dustwallow Marsh and Thousand Needles, the leaders of the human empire are discussing the upcoming barbarian war. The participants are:

King Garin Torbain of Stromgarde.

Arthas Menethil, King of Lordaeron.

King Liam Greymane of Gilneas.

The prince of Kul Tiras, Drake Proudmoore, who will soon become king as king.

Replaced Archbishop Chaldean, Countess Presto and Duke of Albrok in the place of King Varian Wrynn governing the Storm Kingdom.

In addition, there was Archmage Modra who represented Dalaran, Archmage Ansrem Ruinwevol, and Archmage Jaina.

This is the second generation of leaders of the human empire. Their characteristics are that they are basically princes or princesses, and they are all very young, but they have experienced the turning point of the old and new times. They have seen the cruelty of war and are not naive. Believes in world peace, and in the end, they all have an insolvable hatred with the undead.

The great knight Uther of the Silver Hand would also be present, but that knight was severely wounded by Saurfang, the most powerful death lord of the Dark Blade in the previous war, and is still in the Dustwallow Marsh New Rapids Fort rests, as well as training new Paladins.

Among the humans in the hall, there are several guys who seem to be in violation. They are war observers sent by the tribe. They are all "old friends" of human leaders, Thrall, Woking, and Tauren Bain. Bloodhoof, they will not directly participate in the war, but once these three people think that the war behavior of the Centaur will affect the tribal territory of the barren land, they also have the right to submit an application for war to the tribe.

This is unthinkable in the age of the old kings. As long as humans and orcs stand together, they will immediately hit each other's dog brains, but now...to use an old saying,...the times have changed.

"The intelligence officers infiltrated the core area of ​​the centaur tribe. According to the information they returned, the barbarians were brewing a counterattack. Obviously, the westward advance of the empire attracted these barbarians' tension and they were afraid of us."

According to the temporary boundaries demarcated by the new leaders, the central part of the Thousand Needles is part of the future territory of the Kingdom of Gilneas. Therefore, at the time of the war, His Majesty Liam seemed very enthusiastic.

The young king had a scar on his chin that ruined his handsome face. This was the injury suffered during the last raid of the undead during Gilneas's retreat, not just him. Each king has various scars on his body, representing their past experience.

Although they are not veterans of a hundred battles, these young people have all gone to the battlefield. In the battle of northern Xinjiang that just ended, each of them was under heavy pressure, the pressure given by the undead, the shame. Feeling, the shame of being forced to stay away from homeland... These emotions echoed in everyone's heart, making these young people somewhat unable to suppress their inner emotions.

Due to the fact that they face each other across the sea, they now urgently need to release their inner pressure, and those barbarians who are unwilling to give in are obviously a suitable substitute for war.

In other words, the adult of the human empire was beaten with teeth by the fierce man next door. When he was in a low mood, he met another bear child and vigorously provoked the side...what would happen, no need Say more.

Human beings are indeed beaten badly by the undead, but the number of troops in the four kingdoms after the regrouping is still amazing. Even if some soldiers are cut because of pioneering, the remaining ones are not even a mature civilization. Barbarians with no form can resist, and more importantly, the undead opened the door to a new world for mankind with inter-era artillery, even if it is only in the period of reorganization, armament replacement of various countries has already begun.

The arms dealers in the Black Iron Zone are happy to see the war happening. The goblins and gnomes have provided the human empire above the fire with enough "good quality and cheap" arms, and the human rulers also need a brilliant victory to renew the people. Inject confidence, under the influence of these factors, this war planning meeting can hardly hear the voice of the doves. Every country and every general is sharpening.

"The Gray Wolf Brigade has completed the dress up and has entered the front line of the Thousand Needles. We can attack at any time."

King Liam rubbed the scar on his chin, and between the traces of pain, the cold light in his eyes grew more and more. From the side only, the young Liam looked like Jean at the time of anger, like His father, who was missing in the war.

"The sword sword knights of Stromgarde also departed from the Dustwallow Marsh. We will attack from the south of the Barrens, where there are large elevators made by tauren people. It only takes a few hours and we can go around half The flanks of the horse!"

"There are not many Marines in Kul Tiras that can provide you, but as an empire, we will support you with at least 300 naval guns."

"Lordaneron's army has been assembled. We can go at any time... The soldiers are eager for blood. We can't stop them from venting their anger. This battle must completely defeat the Centaur!"

"The priest group of the Storm Kingdom is always on standby, and... The Holy Light Church has also prepared secret weapons for this sacred battle and the battle for the people to seize the living space!"

Archbishop Chaldean drew a religious symbol on his chest, he said in a deep voice:

"That's another kind of power! Just as the Holy Light is enough to defend the people!"

And beside him, the indifferent Countess Presto snapped her fingers, and a dark flame of shadow wrapped around her fingertips:

"My people have found a new home in Dustwallow Marsh. As long as the empire needs it, then the black dragon will also join the battle!"

"No, the Black Dragon is our hole card, and we cannot simply waste it in such a war."

Archmage Modra shook her head. She looked at the other leaders. After hearing the destruction of Dalaran, the white-haired Archmage whispered intently:

"This continent is not stable, everyone, we must ensure that there is a power to turn over at a critical moment. The power of the Black Dragon family is not stable. The number of them is too small. The top priority is to let the Black Dragons thrive... so now we have The strength is enough to deal with these barbarians."

"Of course, the combat mages of Dalaran will also fight with the imperial soldiers... we made many wrong decisions before, but not later..."

"This is good, this is..."

His Majesty Arthas spoke, and the scene in front of him suddenly shook, as if the entire person's will was instantly thrown into another world.

There are snowflakes flying all over the sky, the same dark minaret, the same black magic blade, between this dead world, as if he was left alone, walking in the icy snow, his long blond hair in Flying in the snow, the mysterious voice sounded in his ear again:

"Look! It's just a group of trivial centaurs, a group of barbarians, a mess that is far worse than the dark blade, and you need your loyal soldiers to send their lives. Your king is a real failure, Arthas..."

"Have you not seen your future yet?"

"That great sacrifice will create an eternal glorious human empire, and you... you will be the sword bearer, ruler, protector and founder of that empire... You are hungry for victory, hungry for glory, But you don’t want to sacrifice even a little...you are so naive!"

"Oh, I have shown you the essence of that power, Arthas, you know, you know that is your future."

"Think about your poor father, think about his suffering soul, think about the ravaged homeland... you are trying to defeat a powerful demon, but you do not have the courage to turn into a devil in your heart... What do you use to defeat it?"

"You are a boy, but you always want to prove that you are a man...but you are always a child, a child who will not sacrifice and give up...what a pity..."

"Well..."

Arthas's hand rested on the table. His other hand rubbed his forehead. The weak look terrified everyone around him. Archmage Jaina hurriedly supported the king's arm. She asked softly:

"Alsace, are you okay? You have put too much pressure on yourself recently and you need to take a break."

"No, what I need is... to make... a sacrifice, a little bit."

The young king didn't seem to wake up from the previous illusion. He said something in a dazed voice, but soon he realized that the illusion in his mind had ended, and such a scene has appeared in every dream recently. , So that Arthas has a problem with the distinction between reality and dreams.

He looked at the worry in the eyes of others, and finally, the young king shook his head:

"Okay...looks like I really need to take a break..."

"This war is up to you."

Talking, the king turned around, and stumbled out of the room. Jaina showed an apologetic smile to her brother, and then hurried out.

"Alsace, Alsace! Listen to me, I can't persuade you to forget the past, I know it's not easy, but please believe a little, we, I... will always support you behind our back, we are all concerned Your future, that bright future."

The young king heard this true voice, he sighed, turned around, and squeezed Jaina's wrist tightly. He smiled, and in the depths of his blue eyes, there was a little unheard of confusion ,He says:

"Relax, Anna...I will protect you."

"I have made a decision and will not cause anybody I care about to suffer bad luck from now on..."

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