Azeroth’s Death Track

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The world is undergoing great changes, and many stories are no longer the same. It is like a re-disrupted spiral. Everything in the world is involved. It is disrupted, reorganized, and evolved. Eventually, those familiar stories will be transformed into A completely different ending.

But the story will change. The participants, those people, and the most important parts of the story will not change so easily.

For example, in the two versions of the story, Alsace Menethil was driven by the will of the guard to embark on a long journey. For example, in the two versions of the story, Jaina Proudmoore It is a very important part, or even, the story of the two versions of the story is the same, but Northrend when the world is changed, at midnight when the snow is falling on the ground, in the purest snow In the ground, will a tragedy or comedy be staged?

No one knows...and observers, keep watching...

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"What the **** happened?"

General Tanred, who was urgently summoned to the port of Baita, raised his head and looked at the dignified Archbishop Chaldeans. Beside him, there was an indifferent Countess Presto, who came to support the seriously injured body. The great knight Uther, the war observers who are about to head to the central front of the Thousand Needles, that is, several young people from the tribe, and finally the Archmage Modra of Dalaran.

"His Majesty Galin and His Majesty Liam have already gone to the front. It is said that the scouts of the Centaurs are frequent. The war is about to start. I don't want to miss these."

Tanred, who had been hit by fate, was still a bohemian look on the surface. The uniform of the navy general was casually opened, and he wore a golden anchor pendant on his neck. With his slightly rugged image, it was somewhat energetic.

Thrall and Woking sitting on the side whispered something, probably talking about the war with the centaur. After all, the conflict between the orcs and the centaur has a long history. If the war in Thousand Needles shows good results, then It means that in the barren land, the orc army and tauren that have been prepared can also follow the footsteps of humans and completely drive the nasty barbarians out of the gathering place of the two tribes.

"You! You!"

The archbishop's low voice sounded in the conference hall along with his slightly anxious thumping on the table. The big figure who had always appeared in a gentle appearance and a steady image flashed a flame in his eyes, which made everyone present aware of it. Some things, even Tanred, sat upright at this moment.

"War on the front line is important, and we all know it well, but now, I call everyone here to say another thing."

The archbishop’s eyes swept across the crowd, and he said in a deep voice:

"Ms. Jaina just sent an urgent magic letter, and I think you are all qualified to see it."

Archmage Modra waved his hand, and the light blue magic light curtain jumped out in front of everyone's eyes. It looked like a map. In the center of the map, there were red light spots shining, and on the edge of the mainland, there were also Faint blue light spot.

"This is a map of Northrend! What do the red and blue dots represent?"

Tenred asked loudly, which also represented the doubts of everyone present.

"Red is His Majesty Arthas, blue..."

Bishop Chaldeans glanced at Tanred, and Shen Sheng said:

"It's Ms. Jaina. We just got the news that His Majesty Arthas did not go to Ashen Valley for vacation, but went to Northrend. It is said to be looking for an "artifact" that can change the fate of humanity, but unfortunately, according to According to Ms. Jaina, it was not an artifact, but an evil magic weapon contaminated with the power of the undead. Her Majesty Arthas's will was seduced and twisted."

The archbishop clenched his fists, and he could see that his chest was filled with flames of anger and disappointment.

"He was under too much pressure, and now, this pressure has sent him on a road of no return.

"Why would my sister be there?"

Tenred had put away all the bohemianness, and he stood up with his hands on the table, shouting loudly:

"Alsace took her? I knew the **** was unreliable!"

Speaking, Tan Reed was about to rush out of the conference room, but was quickly blocked by Archmage Modra with a blue light curtain. The white-haired Archmage said sharply:

"Calm down, Tenred! It's not Alsace who tricked Jaina into Northrend, but Jaina voluntarily rushed over. This child is too reckless, but she simply hasn't forgotten that she also has friends. This is also The reason why Archbishop Chaldeans and I called you here."

The Archbishop then said:

"Jaina is currently staying in Borean Tundra. She has found the Prophet Velen, but the draenei can only give very limited help, and they themselves are being harassed by the constantly attacking demons, so I want to be in the name of a private person. I ask you to go to Northrend to help Ms. Jaina and His Majesty Arthas... The human empire can no longer bear the terrible cost of losing a king."

"More importantly, this matter cannot be disclosed!"

Chaldean's voice was full of exhaustion, he explained:

"Alsace’s behavior does not only represent him personally, he is the heir to the fate of Lordaeron. Once this matter is exploited by intentional people, the throne of Alsace will be challenged. At this moment, I think I am here Everyone understands this risk."

"I admit that the childish behavior of His Majesty Arthas does make people feel disappointed, but I also think that this is not the reason why we gave up on him. I hope that we will send the most trustworthy and strong supporter, Mandra The mage will send this quick response team directly to Borean Tundra, which is the furthest portal we can open in Northrend."

"But what about the war at the front?"

The countess, who had not spoken, raised her head and looked at the archbishop with her calm eyes. She said:

"The front is waiting for support from the rear. If we go to Northrend, in the current Thousand Needles, we can't find a person who can be alone."

"The Chaldean Archbishop's Church stays here."

Archmage Modra whispered:

"He will bring the support to the front of the war with the Duke of Albrok, and only he, a figure with a reputation among believers in various countries, will be able to bond soldiers from all countries."

"No, not just me."

Archbishop Chaldean shook his head. He carefully applied a layer of enchantment to this chamber again. This lowered his voice and said:

"This is the most confidential news. You guys will appear in this war under the French crown. He believes that the war against the barbarians is very important for the recovery of human civilization. Although we persuaded hard, we still decided to go to the front line. Encourage the fighting spirit of the soldiers, and my trip will also serve as a follower and protector under the crown."

"If it's under the French crown, then you really don't need to worry."

The Countess Presto has lived in human society for many years. She is well aware of the status of the Holy Light Church’s pope in the eyes of civilians. With his personal presence, the failure of the barbarian centaurs is inevitable. .

"I will take several people to join the rescue."

The countess nodded, and she had no interest in mortal warfare, especially the eclipses such as centaur, and she could take this opportunity to go back to the Temple of Long Sleep. Although the Black Dragon Legion was on the verge of extinction, the Black Dragon Legion’s The holy land is still guarded by the dragons. She needs to go to the Obsidian Holy Book and the Black Dragon Holy Land to see if she can find something left by the ancestors.

"I will pick the most trusted Paladins to join."

The pale Uther knight whispered:

"No one will give up Alsace, my disciple. Even though he has embarked on a crooked path, I believe that it is all because he wants to protect his people and civilization too..."

"What about us?"

A rough voice sounded, and the people turned around and saw the young orc Thrall standing up. The wise men of this orc's younger generation were frowning. He asked:

"This should be an important matter of human society, a confidential matter, why should you tell us?"

"Because this is an opportunity, Warlord Thrall."

Archbishop Chaldean looked at the orc, and he said:

"Before Emperor Rosa died in battle, I had a brief exchange with him. The emperor did not want to see humans and orcs continue to be hostile. If he is still here, he might have used his own way to eliminate the two races. Hatred, I know that the blood-closing hatred is not so easy to dissipate, but... the great man has passed away, we living people should obey his great will."

"We hope that the orcs will also participate in this operation and personally save a human king, which will be more useful than the leaders of the two tribes say any more sounding words."

The archbishop gave a long breath and said softly:

"Not to mention, you are friends, aren't you?"

"friend?"

Thrall pursed his lips. After a while, he looked back at Baine and Woking, and neither of them had any strong objection. So Thrall turned back and nodded slightly:

"Okay, but this is our private behavior, we can not represent the tribe, I hope, this is the beginning of a good relationship between the two communities..."

"Then go, don't waste time."

Archmage Modra took out his pocket watch and looked at it. She said:

"It has been three hours since Jaina's request for help. Your Majesty Arthas may be in contact with the magic weapon at any time. We must seize the time!"

A group of people quickly left the conference hall and began to prepare for themselves. At the end of the crowd, Archbishop Chaldean held the sacred scripture in his hand, and his finger accidentally touched the handle of the decorative purple ceremonial knife around his waist. .

"The factors that would interfere with the war...have disappeared, and 500 Shadow Priest are ready..."

He said so.

"Very good, very good...then let the real power of the shadow show in front of your clan...the shadow under the light should really stand under the light."

The voice of Miss Saratas sounded in the heart of Archbishop Chaldean, who showed a gentle smile, and between his beating fingers, a deep shadow quickly moved in his fingers.

It's like dark magic.

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At the same time as the rescue team preparing for the rescue of His Majesty Arthas from the rear was intensively prepared, the King of Lordaeron was also close to his "land of destiny".

The dragon bone wilderness, at the end of this endless snowstorm, among the tens of thousands of years of glaciers, the shadows, the shadows under the history haunt the snowfield, the center of the Northrend continent is also the earth and the floating In the place where the ice meets, the hidden dark forces are entangled in this snow field, no longer knowing the sun and the moon.

Long before the lich came to this continent, the power of darkness was entangled under this glacier, and the disorderly gloomy forces were waiting for a chance to break out of the earth. Now... they waited.

"That voice is here... it is calling me."

It is difficult to cross the glacier road, and also difficult to cross those ancient snow digging sites. Those that can easily grow to more than 30 meters long, have the ability to freeze, and have a huge jaw that is strong like steel and covered with gray. Monsters with black **** armor, each appearing in human society will cause terrible panic, but in this ancient glacier, they are everywhere.

Alsace’s sturdy armor was covered with traces of acid corrosion, and the warhammer in his hand was stained with disgusting and suspicious green slime. Behind him, Farrek’s image was also very bad. Fortunately, in The previously injured Ma Weien has recovered his ability to walk, and there is a black horse that miraculously came here along the way, invincible.

In front of the breathless three people, there is a cave formed by the glacier's self-collapse in a long time. It is different from other places. Although it is cold in the snow, it still shines, but it stands at the entrance of this cave , All the light seems to be absorbed by something in the cave. The cold wind cave in front of Alsace is no exaggeration. It is like a big mouth with big teeth opened by a giant beast, waiting for the rash. The prey actively entered it.

"Your Majesty, this..."

The two guards clenched their weapons subconsciously, and Arthas also held the warhammer in both hands. He glanced at the two behind him, and a stubbornness flashed in his eyes.

"It's already here, I can't step back anymore."

"This is my destiny, the fate of the victim Arthas..."

After that, the young king strode into it, and the light in the cave was beating like a **** to darkness.

But there were no other enemies in this cave, or the ghosts hidden in the cold wind, under the influence of another force, were not awakened by Alsace.

The three of them walked all the way to the deepest part of the cave. Above the sharp ice like a throne that was raised by the ice for ten thousand years, a dark magic sword was floating there silently, and the dark and gloomy power from the cold air Zhong slowly poured into this sword, and the more obscure power was like breathing, being emitted from the jagged blade of the ice-blue magic sword with the skull hanging.

"It's it... Frostmourne, the sword that appears in my dream, it will bring the power to change everything, the protection, and the power to fight back."

Arthas was like a fascinated person, step by step toward the suspended long sword, the power of Menethil in his hand, the forged warhammer was drawn unconsciously from the king's finger, The light in his eyes became dull, and his long blond hair didn't wind automatically. Eventually, he stood in front of the sword.

"Only incarnation of a more terrible demon can defeat the evil demon. I... come to fulfill my destiny."

Talking, Arthas raised his hand and grabbed the cold, long sword, and at this moment, a low voice suddenly sounded deeper in the cave.

"Retreat! Arthas Menethil...the one before you is a heavy destiny that does not belong to you..."

Tyreon, wearing black and greasy armor, walked slowly out of the dark halo, holding the hilt of the Ashbringer in his left hand, and the heavy dark sword was carried in his hand, without On the skinny face of the helmet, in the ice-blue eyes, there was a touch of seriousness and a bit of sarcasm.

"Listen to me, go back, young king..."

"You have gone too far on this road to despair."

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