Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Your Majesty, a tragic incident occurred in the village of Doraqueir last night. A high-level mage driven by a addiction detonated his magic, destroyed his house, and killed 17 innocent civilians."

Ranger Lord Lor'themar Theron stood in front of the Sun King and reported in a low voice:

"This is already the 27th mad mage this month, and the situation is getting worse... The complaints of the people are increasing, and if we continue this way, we will be in chaos within ourselves."

"I know, I can see, Lor'themar, I can see."

Kael'thas, who was stunned by the sudden outbreak of magic addiction, leaned on the chair tiredly, and he rubbed his forehead with his fingers. In fact, not only civilians, but even powerful wizards like him, at midnight At the same time, I could hear the faint desire for magic power in my body, but because of his hand holding the divine sword, his magic addiction was greatly reduced.

But even so, he could see the numbness and pain on his people's face during every trip in the recent period, which made Kael'thas heartbroken.

In places such as Feralas, there is no shortage of food, and high elves are also elves. Their hunger for food is not as strong as humans. Eating fruits every day and supplementing some meat can meet the needs of the body. The nutrition, but the magic addiction... This thing must rely on enough magic to suppress, and the magic is exactly what they need most now.

The reason why Kael'thas brought the people to Feralas, in addition to the covenant between his father and the upper elves of Sindra, there is another important reason, because he heard the Sindra elves from various sources. The situation, as elves with the same magic addiction, the upper elves of Sindra have no outbreak of magic addiction, which shows that there is a cure for the addiction in the hands of the upper elves who have persisted for 10,000 years in the city of Eresaras. Or a way to satisfy the magic addiction.

This is what the Sun King desires most.

However, he took the people for a few months in Feralas, but still did not get a trace of the cure for the magic addiction, because before he had told him that he would accept the elves of the high elves. . Repented.

"boom"

The door was pushed open, and Archmage Romans walked angrily into the Sun King's office. He ignored Luosema's presence. The old mage looked at his majesty, and he asked directly:

"The Sun King, we have helped the group of elves to help them drive away the ogres that occupy the outer city of Eresalas, why! Why have we not been allowed to enter that magical city? The people Suffering! Your Majesty, there is plenty of magic in Erezalas, one step away from us. I can smell it so far away, why can’t we go in?"

"Master Romans..."

The Sun King gestured for Lor'themar to close the door. He looked at Romans and said softly:

"Calm down..."

"I can't calm down! Your Majesty!"

The emotion of the old mage was like adding fuel to the fire. The fire of anger rolled in his eyes, and he shouted loudly:

"I can't calm down! Yesterday, I lost my best apprentice! Today, I almost lost another! According to your instructions, I desperately appease the restless parliamentarians, but everyone! Everyone of us is When losing loved ones, our people, every day, every day, civilians who have been defeated will become frustrated... are you watching like this?"

Romans's remaining palm was clenched into a fist. Under the urge of anger, he exceeded the limit between the monarchs and ministers at this moment, and he snarled a little crazy:

"You just sit on your throne safely, watching your people become weak day by day indifferently? You just watched so coldly! Some councillors doubt that you have reached something with the monstrous prince Tossedrin Disgusting deal... is that really the case? Kael'thas. Sun Daily! Tell me, what is the truth!"

"Enough! Archmage!"

Lor'themar Theron interrupted the roar of Romans loudly. He stepped forward and grabbed the empty long sleeves of the Archmage. He said in a deep voice:

"You are so rude! Your Majesty has his own consideration! You cannot doubt His Majesty's kindness to the people, he is more painful than you!"

"Pain is useless! Mercy is useless! Kindness is useless!"

The angry mage gritted his teeth and said:

"Method! The people need a solution to the problem, this is the most important thing!"

The atmosphere in the room was frozen to the extreme at this moment. Lor'themar opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but looking at the silent Kel'thas, he looked at the angry and disappointed Archmage again. Closed his mouth.

After a few minutes of suffocating, Kael'thas rested his head on the back of the chair. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath:

"You want to know the truth? Romans...you want to know, right?"

"Okay! I tell you, I tell you all the truth."

There was a trace of pain and shame on the handsome face of the young Sun King. He covered half of his face with his hands. He said hoarsely:

"We were deceived... this is the truth, Romans, Lor'themar, this is the truth you want to know... we are deceived!"

"My ancestor, Das Reima. Sundial’s diary records the story of the elder Sindra of Elesaras. In his diary, there are messages for the younger generation. He said that one day, Ruquel Saras encountered a force majeure threat, and we can seek help from our allies in Kalimdor in accordance with the previous covenant."

"The existence of the Sindra Elf is a secret passed down from generation to generation. The contact between the Daily Racer family and Sindra has never been broken."

Kael'thas Sundrew talked about the secrets of the family. He looked at his two subordinates. With a glimmer of embarrassment in his eyes, he said softly:

"After Quel'Thalas was destroyed, with nowhere to go, I sent the Sunfan Fleet to let Lannathell as my representative to come to Eresalas and ask for the help of the Sindra Elf. Prince Sedrin received Lanna Sur, and he very generously agreed to our request. In exchange, he hoped that we could help them eradicate the Ogre Kingdom that occupied the outer city of Eresalas."

"Well. We know this."

Archmage Romans also calmed down slowly. From Kael'thas's gesture, he felt that things might not be simple. While thinking, he nodded:

"The news brought back by Ms. Lanna Serre gave hope to the entire parliament, which is why we are here, but at the beginning we didn’t expect it because it was the guidance of the holy sword Queltra. Your arrangement."

"I'm sorry I lied to you."

Kael'thas took a breath:

"Under the circumstances at that time, the people needed a miracle to support their inner hopes. With the holy sword Queldra passed down from generation to generation of Quel'Thalas as a pretext, it was obviously more inspiring to the people. I was like you at the time. I think that Eresalas and Sindra Elves will become the hope of saving the high elves, but...we have paid a lot of casualties..."

The fire of resentment inside the Sun King was also beating in his beautiful green eyes at this moment, and his voice became low:

"Our rangers and mages paid a lot of casualties, and even rejected our human allies for help, just for that glimmer of hope, we spent 2 months to remove the Gordok ogre from their The nest hurried back into the wilderness. I thought the matter was over. I thought that the two communities would share the gift of Eresalas, but..."

"But Tosedrin lied to us, that **** bastard!"

Kael'thas, who had received excellent education since he was a child, had swearing, which had fully proved his inner anger. He looked at the subordinate in front of him and he gritted his teeth and said:

"The **** refused shamelessly when I asked him to open the door to welcome our people to settle in Eresalas. He told me that he was very grateful for what the high elves did for Eresalas, but The magic of Eresaras is limited and cannot be provided to the nearly one million people of us. He told me that he can only accept up to one-tenth of the people to enter that city."

"How could he do this!"

Archmage Romans was also stunned by the shameless leader of the Sindra elf. His only fist hit the table. He gritted his teeth and said:

"Tosedrin is the noble of the upper elves. He is an elder who lived 10,000 years ago. How can he... how shameless!"

Ranger Lord Lor'themar. Theron stood with a sullen face. Although the powerful Ranger didn't speak, the sparkle in his eyes also proved Lor'themar's mood at this time.

"I rejected his shameless suggestion!"

Kael'thas breathed heavily, calming his emotions. He said softly:

"I can’t abandon any of my people, so I ask him to fulfill his promise! But that guy... he’s like a lunatic madman, he shut down Eresaras in front of me The inner city gate, the clutter is very clear. With the exhausted status of our mage, we cannot force open the magic city gate built during the period of the elven empire."

"He told me that because of my rude rejection of his "kindness gift", he wanted to reduce the number of high elves who could enter the city to 50,000 people again, and...and..."

The Sun King closed his eyes and said in a sentimental voice:

"And he also asked me to hand over the holy sword Queldra, as well as the sunstrike's holy sword flames as my rude compensation, otherwise, he would sit and watch the civilization of the high elves collapse in this wilderness."

"boom"

Lor'themar could no longer listen. His fingers were rubbed around his waist, a cold light stabbed on the table, and he held the dagger deep into the table. The ranger lord looked at his majesty. He was very serious and extremely cold. Word by word:

"No! Your majesty, you should tell us this early...You don't have to suffer such humiliation... The way to enter that city may not be just to plead with the madman for "good grace"!"

"The magic is what we deserve, if the lunatic doesn't give it... we'll get it ourselves!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The fire of anger in the eyes of Archmage Romans also became brighter. He said in a deep voice:

"You don't need to bear this for yourself. You should tell us this fact... Although we failed, yes, yes, we were kicked out of our homeland, but this does not mean that just one by one Thousands of years ago, the lunatics can ride on us and laugh wildly, and since Quel'Thalas was founded, we have never been afraid of war."

"I...I was thinking about how to tell everyone about this."

There was a trace of embarrassment in Kael'thas's young face. He said:

"This happened because I was too light on Trust Sedrin, because of my wrong judgment, our people have come to the cliff, I just...just don’t want to put more pressure on you, I don’t want to let You think I am a cowardly leader, and I don’t want you to lose faith in the daily...

He let out a breath and was lonely in his eyes:

"If my father were here, he would definitely do a hundred times better than me."

"Don't be stupid, Your Majesty."

Just now, he strongly questioned Kael's Archmage Romans, who straightened his waist at this moment. He looked at the young king, and he said:

"I and all parliamentarians are well aware of the pressure on you under the bad conditions at this time. This is a race, a civilized future. It is too inhumane to let you bear such pressure alone. We, we follow The people behind you are all you can trust... Your Majesty, I will convene the Silvermoon Council here. You don’t need to hide it. Tell the MPs all this."

The Archmage took a deep breath. He looked back at the Wannian Ancient City beyond the window, and a trace of frost flashed in his eyes:

"Lordema The Lord is very right. Now is the time to get back the magic we deserve, and it is also time for the betrayers to pay the price."

"Our people need a recuperating city... Your Majesty, don't you think that Eresaras is actually quite appropriate?"

"This..."

Kael'thas raised his head violently. He looked at the Archmage and then at Lor'themar. In the expressions of two of his most subordinate subordinates, he realized that Romans was not kidding. Kael'thas though He has experienced the disaster of Quel'Thalas and the tragic battle of the Northern Frontier, but if the King's profession is also a profession, he is undoubtedly a beginner in this profession, he can't do the predecessors That face is thick and black.

Facing the hesitant His Majesty, Romans and Lor'themar looked at each other, and finally the Archmage who had experienced many storms whispered to persuade:

"Your Majesty, look to the east. For our people’s future, our human allies can slay the killer against the barbaric barbarian and pour the hope of the human empire with the blood of another race...if the human empire Those young kings can do this, and they can all make up their minds, why can't we?"

"Your Majesty, the king needs more than mercy and kindness, you also need a sharp sword to slash the enemy, but also a cold heart of killing, like the most "outstanding" fellow in the history of the high elves, Your peer...Terion. Blade of Dawn, Your Majesty, if you want to be a true Mingjun, you have to learn more from him."

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