Azeroth’s Death Track

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Thousand Needles forest is warmer at night than Northern Xinjiang. After all, this place is closer to the central axis of the world, closer to the sun, and warmer in climate.

Of course, in this Gobi you can never feel the gentle warmth. The hot wind here always takes a wipe of sand on your face. This barren wind makes the water that can be retained on the surface of this earth very Less, but fortunately, under the detection of the magician, all the hidden rivers hidden under the barren were discovered one after another.

This land is not unsuitable for human survival, but to live better here, you must first master the laws of this land, or change it in a more crude and effective way.

However, the current human pioneers do not have this ability...they lack the ability to change the world, but perhaps, they will not always lack.

Humans have been out of luck for so long.

"Wow"

Arthas, who was insomnia again, was standing by the window in his pajamas. He pushed open the window and looked at the stars in the night sky above him. As a native of Lordaeron, Alsace had hardly seen anything like the Thousand Needles. At first glance, he will feel that this land is hopeless, but after adapting, he can feel the vastness and boundlessness of this land more and more.

Even people's thinking is affected by this vast atmospheric landscape.

"Wow"

Another rough wind blew, and the tiny gravel in the wind slapped on the king's face, as if an ungentle hand was touching his cheek.

In that wind, there seemed to be another voice.

"It's time to go..."

"Yes."

Arthas straightened his body and moved his shoulders. He said to himself:

"It's time to go."

The young king finally glanced at the silent night outside the window. He reached out and closed the window, then walked back to the bedroom. After a sound of lingering sound, the prince in armor and a hood carried a parcel from the bedroom. He came out, and before reaching out, he reached out and took a folded letter from his arms.

He looked at the letter, took it in his hand, kissed it, and placed it on his desk.

At the moment when the candle in the house went out, the king appeared outside the room. In front of him, the most loyal Farrek and Marveen were dressed like the king. After seeing Alsace coming out, the two The head of the bodyguard nodded slightly toward the king, handing his weapon to the lord, and then the three figures disappeared silently in the night of Baita Port.

At the edge of the port, there is a goblin merchant ship hired in advance. This big ship that is able to cross the endless sea was chartered by the young king. It will take him to the world’s northernmost land, where Alsace will get something.

Of course, he will also lose something...

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"Madam, this is something we found. According to His Majesty Arthas, it should be left to you."

The next day, at the same time that the leaders were about to go to the battlefield, a servant of Lordaeron’s royal family sent the folded letter to the hands of Archmage Jaina. The Archmage looked at the letter in her hand, and she had an ominous hunch. , She looked at the attendant, she asked:

"Where did Alsace go?"

"Uh, according to His Majesty's itinerary, he should be on his way to Ashenvale now. The scenery there is very good and suitable for His Majesty to cultivate for a few days. We also thank you, Ms. Jaina, and only you can persuade your Majesty to put down the heavy work. , Take a break,"

The loyal servant in front of him said with some concern:

"Your Majesty is more diligent than the old king, especially after we arrived in Kalimdor, he did everything for the people himself, but it was a terrible threat to his health."

"Well, I know, do your own thing."

Jaina nodded, and at her beckoning, the attendant saluted, then left quickly.

"You really went to Ashenvale?"

The Archmage looked at the faith in front of her, and she said to herself:

"It's not like the way you remember to relax in my memory..."

With words, Jaina opened the letter, which does not look like it was written temporarily, it should have been prepared for a long time, Jaina even saw different traces in the color of the font, which shows that this letter The letter should be completed after several revisions.

This letter is more like... farewell than a parting letter.

This makes Jaina more worried.

"To my dear Anna:"

"When you saw this letter, I had made a choice...sorry, I haven’t told you about the illusion in my mind in the last few months, because I don’t want you to, let Other people who care about me worry, please forgive my machoism. When I return, you can hold me accountable. I promise, I will not refute."

"phantom?"

Jaina's eyes widened, and she was inexplicably reminiscent of the voice she heard at the beach outside of Whispering Harbour that night, but instinctively told her that this should not be the same thing.

So she continued reading.

"It's a weird illusion. I don't know where it came from, but now I think it should be after the retreat in Dallon County. That voice has been hovering in my head. I have concealed a lot, including that One night, how did I escape from the siege of the undead, I am not unwilling to tell you the truth, in fact, I do not know it myself."

"The last vision before I fell down was the backs of the undead who could have easily killed me and turned away... Those natural disasters, my Anna, had a force behind them, and now , That force also began to affect me."

"It tells me repeatedly that in a distant place, there is a mission waiting for me. It uses various illusions to show me that future in my dream, that cold, cruel future, in the dream. , I became the same monster as Tyraon. Blade of Dawn, with the same powerful power. In the dream, I led my legion and the undead fight of the dark blade, and behind me...is protected by me You guys who get up."

"I didn’t go for it because of the power it promised. After so many things, I already understand that powerful power does not mean blessings. Maybe it’s just a curse. What really made me determined is precisely that. I am in the will to protect, I have lost my father, lost my country, I cannot allow myself to lose you again... to lose those who silently follow me."

"So, I decided to embrace it."

These words are very hard to write, and the pen marks even show through the paper. Just looking at these words, Jaina can think of the moment when Alsace made up his mind, the painful decision, the sacrifice In exchange for one's own future, a will to protect power.

However, this was not what Jaina wanted.

As a mage, she knows better than anyone the essence of those dark forces that are free from the world. There are also stories left by countless predecessors in the library of Dalaran, showing that those uncontrollable forces can What devastating changes and blows do people have?

According to Jaina, Arthas is looking for the most dangerous one... It is invisible and immaterial, and it can invade the mind of a paladin like Alsace with just one contact, and continuously Influence him.

Even this "decision" made by Arthas himself, this great sacrifice, may not really be in the king's thinking, perhaps because he was influenced by that "voice" for too long, too deep.

"idiot!"

Jaina Huo stood up, she looked at the letter in her hand, an indescribable anxiety echoed in her heart:

"You should tell me earlier... the same power as Tyrion. Blade of Dawn, that is... that is the power of the undead! You are really... crazy!"

But Alsace’s letter was not over, and there were some final paragraphs.

"What I don’t tell you is because I know that you will stop me. You always do this, predict the future with a calm mind of a real mage. I like you like this, but sometimes I feel that I should listen to it occasionally. Just listen to instinct."

"That voice is very strange, it is definitely not a bright power, but some of its words are very reasonable... Anna, we are facing a demon, an army of undead sitting, sweeping the entire Eastern Continent He did not even use his full strength to destroy the empire that the respected Emperor Lothar and our fathers struggled to support."

"It's cunning, cruel, vicious, crazy..."

"To defeat such enemies, it is not enough to rely on the will of the soldiers, we also need to sacrifice... Noble and great sacrifice, transformed into a demon, into a demon more terrible than Tyraine. Blade of Dawn ...Only in this way can we see the hope of defeating him... that is also the path I chose for myself, and I will sacrifice myself in exchange for the future of human civilization..."

"Don't come to me... my dear love, after I defeat Tyrion, I will come back to marry you... pray for me, bless me."

"————Alsace who loves you."

"idiot!!!"

A loud drink sounded from the room where Jaina was located. The sudden eruption of ice magic sealed everything in the room. Jaina looked at the letter in her hand, a feeling that she was about to lose the most important person again. Li rose, and the last time I felt this way, it was when Tenred disappeared and Dai Lin died in a battle...

She is about to lose Arthas.

"What do you say to be a demon...stupid! Who would say this to normal people, not to mention, if you throw yourself into the abyss, can you defeat that devil?"

Jaina clenched her staff, and her figure had disappeared in place between the shining figure.

"You are just escaping, Arthas, you are escaping this pressure, you idiot... I will give you a slap in the face, I still insist, how can you give up..."

"I will not allow it! Not allowed!!!"

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"Ok?"

The prophet in the north wind tundra in Northrend suddenly opened his eyes.

In front of him, there was a meditation room full of draenei styles. From the day of birth, this group of stars has their civilizations closely connected with gems. Therefore, in the "homeland" of this different world There are also traces of gems everywhere.

In Velen’s meditation room, all kinds of gems came from Azeroth, and he brought them from Draenor, even from the distant world of Argus. A mysterious rune array was drawn on the dome of the house.

This is a magic circle that will allow Velen’s will to focus on the future fragments.

And just now, the prophet completed a peek into the future, but what appeared to him was the future he saw on the merchant ship crossing the ocean when he first arrived in Azeroth a few years ago. Fragment.

That wasn’t Tyrion, but he also had the power of the undead, and he was waving a black magic sword... To this day, Velen already knows who the back is...

Arthas Menethil, the new king of Lordaeron.

But... how is this possible?

The old prophet looked at the purple gem in his hand. The future fragments brought by the song of soul are not necessarily correct. He knew this from a long time ago, but the appearance of the same scene several times also means that the future is very likely. Will appear.

He can't ignore...

Thinking of this, the old prophet stood up and picked up his staff from the side. He planned to go to the Xinjiang region of the human empire and tell the news to the human leaders... wait, why should we tell humans What about leaders?

Velen's footsteps stopped suddenly, and the rosary in his hand began to turn again, symbolizing that the old prophet began to think about some important issues.

"Even if I tell them that the young people are not capable of dealing with it at this time, they can't stop Alsace. This news will even directly lead to internal cracks in the human empire, so to solve the problem, we must find the core of the problem. ...No, no, no, you should not tell humans."

The old prophet's eyes turned to the east. He remembered the whispering port battlefield. When Emperor Lothar died in battle, the questions he thought about in his heart shone in his clear eyes:

"The person who can solve the problem... is also the power of the undead, so, Tyrion, will you be interested in this news?"

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