Azeroth’s Death Track

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In the earliest times of every civilization, night is a kind of dreadful symbol.

When the primitive people survived the difficult night around the fire, they will be alert to every inch of darkness around them, and those dangerous hunters hidden in the darkness, and any ignorant who dare to travel in the night will be swallowed by the horrible night. Perhaps, over time, the primitive civilization realized that night is dangerous, and they began to awe the cold night like the sun.

And also from that time onwards, the genes that fear the darkness are imprinted in the blood, and generations passed down from generation to generation...

Even in a world of magical civilization like Azeroth, the night also represents danger in many cases. In the era when the human empire ruled the eastern continent, even the most experienced hunters would not choose to hunt themselves in the night. The prey, the generals avoid fighting in the night, and even the priests who believe in the Holy Light will teach the believers not to go out at night.

There are also demons about the night in the country lane. Women use such legends to intimidate their children who are not good, and when children grow up in such bizarre stories, they will naturally maintain vigilance against the night.

This is not just a natural phenomenon, it is actually more like a kind of inheritance of civilization. It looks very ordinary, but in the depth of investigation, it has its own reason.

The night of Thousand Needles has recently become more dangerous. Although the Centaur Barbarians have been completely defeated, there are still wary human warriors wandering between the camps they left behind.

These elite soldiers held icy firearms and swords in their hands, often patrolling the night at the scale of a dozen people, and equipped with semaphores, and there were also Griffin Knights waiting for emergencies in the camp.

The last two battles of the westward war were not won by these human soldiers. Although the news was tightly blocked, any soldier who experienced those two battles was well aware that the demon summoned by the warlocks destroyed the centaur The last resistance of the tribe, they witnessed the fierce demons descend from the sky, in the screams of Centaur Khan, with the green magic fire and endless slaughter to completely defeat the barbarians.

Although the warlocks controlled the number of demon summons and tried their best to try to make the demon and the centaur be weakened to the extreme after they killed each other, but the ritual of calling the demon is always uncontrollable. In the battlefield of the Wind Nest It was quite smooth over there. After a small number of demons were killed by the Centaur, the number of Centaurs was also weakened to the extreme, and then it was defeated by a wave of human troops waiting for it.

However, in the battlefield in the northwest of the Thousand Needles, the number of demons summoned by the warlocks appeared to be "more". After the Centaur was destroyed, the remaining demons fled the battlefield, hiding in the nearby barren land, or simply escaping into it. In the wilderness of Feralas, the traditional territory of night elves.

The warlocks of the Black Scythe Council have repeatedly promised that the fleeing demons will not have any impact, but the local generals will not trust these previous street mice, so in the recent patrols, the soldiers’ weapons and numbers were A lot has been strengthened... But from the current situation, those warlocks may not have lied. These professionals have correctly estimated the behavior patterns of demons. Those sporadic demons have not made attacks against humans.

"They began to realize the true meaning of power."

Between the hills where Thousand Needles and Feralas meet, a dark shadow stands on the rock, looking at the human camp in the distance. This shadow looks like a human being. He wears a thick long hood and puts his own The body was wrapped in it, and a heavy sword with a sheath was carried on the back. Between the rotation of the fingers from time to time, a black armor with a glimmering light could be seen.

The mysterious guy whispered:

"After being beaten, even the most stubborn guys have begun to try to accept the forces that they regard as "heretics", which is good, this can unite everyone, this is what they should made."

"So, is this the report you want to submit?"

Another voice sounded in the dark wind, as if in a blink of an eye, a slender figure appeared beside the sneaky human, but the dress of this slender figure was almost exactly like this human, also covered by a long hood The body is different from human beings, under his hood, a flash of blood red light flashes from time to time.

"The parliament is waiting for the report of the supervisor of the Westward War of the Human Empire. As far as I know, Dai Lin’s fleet is cruising outside the Thousand Needles. He is fully prepared for invasion. This will be the parliament’s first place for civilization. An assessment, if you think that their actions and policies do not meet the requirements of the parliament, perhaps these humans who are celebrating victory will have to prepare for another raid war."

The slender voice is like agitating something. His voice is full of hoarseness and haze, which is very good with this cold night.

But this agitation did not work. The tall and mysterious man wrote on the drawing board in his hand, and the dark night with his fingers outstretched seemed not to stop his gaze.

"Why do you decide to fail?"

He asked:

"At a time when civilization was threatened by barbarians, these young people did not succumb to difficulties, but took the people to fight back, which shows that immigrants from the human empire did not lose their pursuit of glory, nor did they lose the courage to fight back. The civilization is a good civilization."

"In the course of the war, the human leaders have not been tortured by the pain of the past and did not foolishly oppose the new concept of war. They learned from their enemies and won the war with new weapons. This shows that this Civilization also has reason and wisdom."

"After the stalemate in the war, they did not blindly sacrifice their lives in exchange for victory. Instead, they bravely accepted those potential allies that were previously rejected. The human church carried out internal self-improvement and recognized the existence of the shadow priest. , And also accepted the warlocks’ request to join the war, and officially incorporated the warlocks into their own power system, which shows that they are pursuing self-sublimation, beginning to understand and use the power that was neglected before..."

This man talked a lot, he picked up the quill and said softly:

"Therefore, by forgetting the power given to my supervisors by the Council of Kings, I have determined that human civilization is walking on the right path. This civilization evaluation...passed! The resolution of the war is put on hold...waiting for the next evaluation result ."

In the sound of the sound, he signed his name on the drawing board, which is a beautiful font, and the name is also familiar...

"Storm Supervisor, Berval Futagan."

"Gee"

Behind him, the slender figure made a weird hum, he said:

"Are you sure that you did not deliberately make a one-sided judgment because of your home country? After all, you were a human being, didn't you?"

"One-sided? Maybe."

The Duke of Lord Bowell looked at the brightly lit human camp in the distance, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"But this time the supervisor is not just me. I believe that several other His Majesty will also make the same fair judgment. Well, my supervision task here has ended, it is time to leave. An oversight target... is the high elf of Feralas, right?"

The man turned around and left his body covered with a long black hood. He looked at the slender figure beside him, and he burst out a low laughter:

"That's your compatriots, and I heard that their current situation... is terrible, so do you think they can pass the assessment?"

"Look at your disgusting tone."

The slender voice seemed unwilling to answer this question, he answered casually:

"The evaluation process of the high elves can be different from that of human beings. The civilization indicators of long-lived species and short-lived species should not be confused, and what if they are embarrassed? I believe that Kael'thas will not make other people take risks. Of the decision...so don’t gloat! Bastard."

"Alright alright."

The storm supervisor stepped into the darkness, and the two walked side by side. After a while, he suddenly said:

"But you and His Majesty Anastalian are very clear, what is there in Erezalas, right? In fact, in my opinion, the situation facing Kael'thas at this time is more than that faced by the human empire The barbarian war is one hundred times more dangerous! Any wrong decision he made could potentially bury the entire high elven civilization, thereby attracting war resolutions that forgot the kings."

"Are you really not worried?"

The slender figure was silent for a few minutes, and finally, he let out a long sigh.

"Worry is there any use? This route was chosen by Kael'thas himself, no matter what the result is, he must finish it by himself, and bear himself... What can be done by His Majesty and I can only be a blessing to him, only That's all."

"Come on, let's go to Feralas... Witness the trajectory of civilization there."

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"Futagan...pass."

"Terrenas...fail."

"Black hand...passed."

"Dai Lin...well, barely passed."

In the mansion at Midnight Garden in Stormwind City, Tyrion glanced at the supervisor's report in front of him. This is an assessment of the development trend of human civilization by several supervisors after the Westward War of the Human Empire.

These forgotten rulers have evaluated the current human empire from all aspects. In addition to King Terenas’ conclusion on the current political turmoil in the human empire, the other few observations were made. All are optimistic about the current development of human civilization.

This also means that after immigration, human civilization has used its own outstanding performance to win time for its own development... 3 years, 3 years later, is the second round of civilization evaluation, the requirements at that time are comparable It is much harsher now, but in any case, it will be the future.

"It seems that young people are doing well."

Lord Darkblade leaned on his chair and looked at the map of Kalimdor hanging on the wall in front of him. He was playing with a small red flag in his hand. The small flag was roaring and stuck to humans between his fingers. On the territory of the empire.

"I said, will this result make you feel disappointed?"

Aurelia's voice rang behind Tyrion. The **** mother put a glass of blood wine with ice on the table in front of Tyrion's eyes, and her fingers slid slowly on Terrion's neck. , She leaned over, leaned on Tyrion's shoulder, and asked with a sly smile:

"My war madman, would you be angry because you lost a reason to start a war?"

"Well, I'm really angry..."

Tyrion said calmly in the pretense. At the next moment, the Lord’s hands grabbed the mistress’ arms and pulled her into her arms. The two kissed their lips together. Since the undead did not need to breathe, this deep The kiss lasted for an amazing time...and then there were little "happiness" that some observers liked and could not describe in detail.

The blood of Sarin blended with each other, giving the undead an unimaginable experience. After the rare passion ended, Aurelia in a very thin skirt curled up in Tyrion’s arms, she leaned her head on the big The lord’s chest, playing with Tyrian’s strands of hair, the two did not speak, and no one was willing to interrupt the warm atmosphere at this time.

"The next supervising civilization is the high elves... Sun King Kael'thas sent him and his clan into a very dangerous situation. Judging from the current situation, as long as Kael'thas takes the wrong step , Dalyn’s fleet will immediately rush into Feralas, burning Erezalas to ashes, where the night elves left behind can’t stop Dalyn’s fleet..."

Tyrion’s fingers stroked on his wife’s perfect body, and he whispered in Aurelia’s ear:

"Truly tell me, are you worried about them?"

"This is a language trap, right?"

Aurelia blinked, kissed Tyrion on the cheek, and said in his ear:

"I have learned to stop interfering with your thinking, my lover, I don't want to be your burden, so don't care about my thoughts..."

"You are never cumbersome."

Tyrion hugged his wife and brought them closer together. He stretched his hand and flicked the ears of the **** mother. He said softly:

"Don’t listen to the crazy words of those people... I never blamed you. The reason why I ask you this question is because we can’t always imprison your sisters in the dark temple. Do you understand what I mean? ?They are born, they have their own destiny...we have no right to decide their future, will Shiva still not talk to you?"

"Yeah, she is also your sister, you know her temper best."

Aurelia closed her eyes slightly and hugged her husband. She said:

"Shiva shut herself in the room and she refused to communicate with anyone except the annoying human...Gosh, my sister is in love with him, I can feel it, but why is it a stupid human? "

"Then let them all go."

Tyrion stroking his wife's ear, he stared at the map on the wall in front of him, looking at the standard Feralas on the map, he said:

"Humans have earned the future for themselves, and now it's time for the high elves... but it is inhumane to bind Kael'thas's hands and feet to make a choice. He needs some helpers."

Talking, Tyrion picked up the silver pen handcrafted by the craftsmen on the table, and signed his name on a document in Aurelia's beautiful song.

"Evaluation of Centaur civilization...failed (X4)."

"The resolution of the war is opened, the target is desolate... the mode of war...destroy! The target of the war...discipline the civilized population...reducing one-third of the living power of the Centaur, and the follow-up planning is waiting for the result of the second evaluation."

"Signator...Terion. Blade of Dawn"

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