Azeroth’s Death Track

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At the turn of autumn and winter in the 15 years of the Dark Portal, less than a month before the first snow fell, on this ordinary day, the failure of the Thousand Needles Centaur Tribe and the war of the human empire westward Victory, as if the wings were inserted, spread to every human gathering place in Kalimdor.

Although the lives of immigrants are just on the right track, although immigrants are not yet adapted to the climate of the new continent, although they still miss their homeland, and although they have not recovered from that terrible defeat, the news of victory always makes people Pleasant, for a time, Dustwallow Marsh, Thousand Needles Forest and Shimmering Plain were filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Especially at the moment when the Centaur prisoners who had crushed all their will, and the barbarian cowboys loaded with guns and ammunition, were enriched into the pioneering team, everyone uttered a voice of joy.

These captives will do their best to contribute to the pioneering cause of the human empire. They will work for the new masters in this land that once belonged to them. Until the death, even their bones will become the nourishment of this barbaric land in the future.

It's miserable, but nobody pays attention to them... the losers are not worth paying attention to.

But the human army did not break up. On the contrary, after the discussions of the kings, the Gilneas army in the Thousand Needles turned around and began to cross the Flash Plain, close to the Tanaris Desert, where there was the heat of goblins. An important trading city of the sand consortium, Gadgetzan.

The goal of the human army is very clear. If the hot sand consortium cannot give enough compensation to the empire, then they will tear up their faces completely with the goblins. Anyway, now the poor human empire has nothing but hard bones. If the goblin consortium can endure Gaki If both Mori and Resha Port were destroyed in the war, then the human empire would not mind fighting with these disgusting guys who secretly support the barbarians until one side completely fell.

And the Kul Tiras Fleet, moored in the Dustwallow Marsh, also began to go north, besieging the Goblin City Jingjing City, which was just blown up more than a month ago. Obviously, this time the human empire mobilized all military forces. They have defeated the barbarians who have never lived. They have won a difficult victory. This victory is inspiring their will. Now, they do not want to bow their heads to live.

A difficult choice lay in front of the goblins, and the Resha Consortium did the wrong thing after all...Now the green skinny men should pay the price.

But no one will sympathize with the Hot Sands Consortium, even the other Goblin Consortiums will not do so, because the intervention of the Hot Sands Consortium is too stupid... their gambling bet the wrong thing this time. Is it true that winners tribute to loot?

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"Brother Kel'Thuzad!"

The sorcerer who was invited to the victory reception held by the Holy Light Church took his followers and walked into the hall as soon as he was faced by a beautiful girl. This warm hug made Kel'Thuzad very uncomfortable, but Under his stiff face, in his eyes, there was also a touch of feeling for the past.

He reached out awkwardly and patted Jaina's crying shoulder, he said softly:

"Okay, Anna, don't be like a child."

Jaina did not let go, but held Kel'Thuzad tighter.

Both of them are disciples of Archmage Antonidas. In the former city of Dalaran, the relationship between the two was not good, but after so many things, especially after the destruction of Dalaran, they But became a "family" who depended on each other.

Even if Kel'Thuzad was no longer willing to admit, in his heart, under the scene at this time, for the true feelings of Jaina revealed, his heart, which had been contaminated by darkness, was a little touched.

Of course, as the leader of the world's most cunning and most vicious casters, Kel'Thuzad will not easily reveal his inner emotions, especially such emotions that will make him look cowardly.

He patted Jaina's shoulder with restraint. He said in a deep voice:

"Anna, I understand your pain, but it's all gone, maybe you are still your former one, but I...I'm not the former me anymore."

This rhetoric made Jaina's body stiff for a moment, but a few seconds later, the crying Master of Pear Blossom and Rain reached out and wiped her tears. She looked at the former brother with a smile, and she said softly:

"It doesn't matter, the mage or the warlock, you are finally back... Brother, this is enough."

After she finished, she leaned slightly towards Kel'Thuzad and made a standard mage's salute, while Kel'Thuzad re-examined the once-naive schoolgirl in front of her, but she hadn't seen it for a few months, and Jaina's temperament just happened. The earth-shaking change, the childish girl is dead, and replaced by this body is a strong and tough soul.

Disaster will always make people grow up in an extremely painful way.

This made Kel'Thuzad suddenly feel a little weird relief, but this time, he didn't cover his thoughts anymore, the mouth of the warlock slightly raised, responded with a standard wizard's rite, and then took his followers, striding Walked into the hall in front of him.

Kel'Thuzad didn't care about the attention cast around him, but Kanrisad and Orc Retson, who followed behind him, were entering this high-standard reception for the first time in this capacity. For those weird eyes, the performance of these two warlocks is somewhat... uncomfortable.

"Welcome to you, Kel'Thuzad...Master."

In the center of the reception, the archbishop Chaldean in black robe expressed a restrained welcome to the arrival of the warlocks on behalf of the Church of the Holy Light, and the kings also raised their glasses toward the warlocks with different faces.

Although the official agreement has not yet been signed, this action has already paid off for the adventure of Kel'Thuzad... The human empire is no longer qualified to pick and choose. They need the power of the warlock. For this, they must also give the warlock. Deserved status.

But then again, the Holy Light Church has accepted even the shadow priests who have always been regarded as heretics, and the warlocks who use the power of demons... at most it is just a mere addition.

Isn’t there a saying?

Heretics are more hateful than heretics...

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"Anna, where have you been?"

Jaina did not stay in the reception hall for too long, she had other important things to do, and when she returned to the other hall of Baita Port, the young kings who had left the reception were waiting for her.

As he got sick, Arthas looked a little thin and looked at his girlfriend's face with concern. The obvious tears made him nervous.

"I just met a... old friend."

Jaina understated her encounter with Kel'Thuzad, then turned to look at the dark figure sitting in the hall. She frowned and asked:

"Who is this?"

"Let me answer you, boy."

A low and old voice rang behind the other door in the hall. As the door was pushed open, he wore a white linen robe, holding a wattle cane, and his head was covered with gray hair. It needed two priests to help him to move forward. The weak old man walked into the hall.

And at the moment of seeing the old old man, all the people present, whether they were kings or princesses, stood up in unison and expressed their welcome in the most humble manner.

This shows that the identity of the old man must be unusual.

"Under the Fa'o crown, you...you should have gone back to the new rapids."

King Galin took a step forward and personally supported the Pope of the Holy Light Church, a unique existence in the human civilization and faith, under the crown of Alonzos Fao, who is regarded as the embodiment of the Holy Light, under this old In front of the sect, all the powers of the secular world are meaningless, because only one sentence of Faw is needed, and the unstable rule of these young kings will be overthrown in an instant.

You must know that Lotsa successfully became the emperor of the empire at that time, a large part of the reason, because the Faor has always stood firmly on his side.

It's a pity that the grade under the Fau crown is too big, and now he has reached the twilight years of life. According to the nobles' private statement, maybe within 5 years, the next pope will be selected, but Faw Under the crown is indeed a person who is favored by the Holy Light, no one knows when he will retreat to the high position, and judging from the current situation, even the most powerful nobles do not want to see the under the crown be holy. The call of light.

At this juncture, the human empire has only just established its foothold in Kalimdor. Once Fao passes away, it will inevitably lead to the collapse of the empire's overall will. In other words, the current Holy Light Pope is like an extremely important Like a mascot, he must persevere in this position until after the most dangerous moment has passed.

But even so, no one dared to underestimate the old man who has not been involved in empire affairs in recent years, and every time he appears, it will be accompanied by a drastic change, such as this time, although the pope has only appeared on the battlefield. Less than 10 minutes, but the fanatical fighters blessed by faith, in just 10 days, completely drove the barbarians out of the middle of the Thousand Needles.

This is definitely a little miracle in the history of human war.

"Good boys, come to me."

Although Fao Mian was very old, his eyes were still as clear as a lake. He waved to let the priests who protected him leave. Then he sat on the chair in the center of the hall with the help of the kings. Others waved, and the figure who had been in the shadow slowly walked to the pope.

It was an assassin wearing black leather armor and covering his face. Under the mask, he could not see his expression and age. He was silent. When the pope reached out his hand, he respectfully put a brass color The space ring was put in the hands of Fa'ao crown, and then quietly disappeared into the air as it came.

"That was the intelligence officer who had served Losa..."

Faor put the ring in front of his eyes, a flash of pain flashed in his eyes, he said softly:

"The child made a mistake, but at the moment when Lothar fought to death as a great man, he already knew his mistake, and he would devote everything for the survival of the empire at the cost of the rest of his life...Children, listen I said...the dangerous moments haven't passed yet. Although the undead gave us time under Loza's pleading, they will not wait forever."

"Our generation can only do this, so the responsibilities, missions and responsibilities of you are extremely heavy. Sometimes I think that it would be a bit too inhumane for you to take on such a heavy mission when you are still too young. But, but destiny, this world, it doesn’t give us too many choices, it doesn’t give us time to prepare for everything.”

"It will push you where you should be, but children, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the Holy Light is on our side."

Fao looked at the young kings and princesses in front of him, and he said:

"Regardless of who of you inherits Lothar’s position in the future, you can all trust his stay, of course...I will not interfere with the birth of the second emperor, but I hope that in this difficult At the moment, please don't let that place be stained with blood...you guys, can you promise an old man's request?"

This straightforward question made all the kings in front of each other look at each other. There was no cover under the French crown, and the most important, but also the most embarrassing problem facing the human empire was placed in front of the stage, facing the old man. Inquiries, no...not inquiries, although the tone under Fa Miao is kind, but the information revealed in these words is actually very tough.

He did not want to see the blood of the throne, this is a warning...

The young kings faced this warning differently, but unfortunately, they did not have the power to choose.

Seeing the kings nodding one by one, Faor crowned the brass ring in his hand with satisfaction, and he handed it to everyone in front of him:

"I am calling you to come and give this thing to you. Actually, I came to the Thousand Needles Forest for this matter... You know, I don’t like war, hehe, but I must Appeared here for that bad reason, because, I have to give it to you personally."

"This is... this is what Loza left for you, legacy."

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