Azeroth’s Death Track

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Dream, this is a magical thing.

It represents another world that life will dream of when it rests. In the dream, no absurd fantasy will become reality. There is no conventional order in that world, and it is a completely free world.

In the concept of magic, some schools of concealment regard dreams as a real plane. They think that mortal dreams are the process of connecting the spirit into another plane, and they are very reasonable illusions. They think The plane of dreams is a plane higher than reality. Therefore, mortals can only enter temporarily if they meet certain conditions.

Of course, this too idealistic statement has not been widely recognized by magicians. What is the truth of dreams? Up to now, there is no specific conclusion.

But this does not affect every wise creature to continue to dream...especially when they are exhausted.

Kael'thas, the Sunrover, the Sun King of the High Elves, a young and powerful mage, the battle in Eresalas was settled, and the broken body of Tosedrin was also found, the last stubborn After the upper elf army was also eliminated, he could finally enjoy the moment of rest after a busy day.

In his queen, the beautiful and **** magic swordsman Ms. Lannathell has a bumpy and warm and gentle embrace, and the body and mind are equally tired, Kael'thas, slowly in a seemingly absurd call, slowly Entered the dream.

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"Om"

Kael'thas suddenly opened his eyes, but it wasn't the humble and cozy cabin he and Lannasel, but the scene he was very familiar with.

Silver Moon City, in a trance, he seems to have returned to the place where he lived in his childhood. In front of him, there is a red gauze fluttering in the wind, a clear and sweet voice of the wind chime, he raised his head, the warm afternoon The sun covered him, making him feel comfortable.

This should be a dream.

Kael'thas told himself that as a powerful mage, even in a trance dream, he can still maintain reason, and he only needs one thought to escape from the dream, but he has not done so.

Because after the red yarn in front of him, there seemed to be a voice calling him, much like some evil god's tricks, but Kael'thas felt that he should go and see.

He took his steps, reached out to brush away the gorgeous red gauze, and walked on the luxurious carpet of the deserted day-to-day royal court. He walked all the way through the road, and no one knew the structure of the palace better than him because he I grew up here.

Passing through the King's Hall, Kael'thas came to the garden in the palace. This was the place he came most often as a child. Here, he often played with his peers.

In this trance dream, when Kael'thas walked into the garden, he heard the children's light laughter, he slowed down, hidden behind the branches of the garden, watching the sand on the ground Fight a few children.

The one wearing the floral skirt should be Aurelia! She was carrying a small bucket, and her sister Shiva piled up small towers on the sand, and beside them, a few boys were chasing and making trouble. Kael'thas found her childhood self in it. He was wearing a beautiful hunting outfit and was battling with several children. He accidentally smashed the little tower piled up by Aurelia during the run.

At the next moment, in the crying of Sylvanas, the fierce windrunner elder screamed and overturned the childhood Kael'thas to the ground, riding on the prince constantly grabbing his face with his hands And behind her, the little Lannasel was trying to help Kael'thas, the children were in a mess, the guards next to them wanted to come up to help, and was stopped by several onlookers.

This scene made Kael'thas, who was dreaming, also couldn't help laughing. He looked up and looked in the crowd. Soon, he found the guy he was looking for... After the crowd, in On the swing under the vines, a slightly lonely dark-haired boy was sitting there alone, listlessly looking at a history book.

That was... that was Tyrion in his memory... Childhood Tyrion. Blade of Dawn, a guy who had been out of touch since childhood.

"When you were young, you were often bullied by girls. At that time, you were not good at speaking. Although you have a pure bloodline of the sun, you are not acting like a qualified prince. At that time, you were not from your peers. The leader is more like a follower."

A soft and low voice sounded behind Kael'thas, and Kael'thas peeking into the dream suddenly turned back, and then he saw his father.

Anastarian. The Sun Daily.

The Sun King who appeared in Kael'thas' dream is younger than when he died, but his long hair has still become pale. In the gaze of Kael'thas' silent gaze, this lively father's hand held With two wine glasses full of wine, he seemed to live alive, handing the wine glass in his left hand to Kael'thas.

"Come on, son, have a drink with your old father."

Kael'thas took the glass silently, he took a sip of golden liquor, and the taste of the entrance was exactly the same as the taste of Quel'Thalas fruit wine in his memory. The real thing was not like a dream at all.

He raised his head and looked at his smiling father, the expression that rarely appeared on his father's face. He couldn't help but ask:

"This... is this really a dream?"

"Ok?"

In the face of Kael'thas' doubts, Anastarian waved his fingers, everything around was still, the children's slapstick, the nobles' laughter, and even the air wind stopped at this moment .

"Of course, this is a dream, my son, so speak freely, you seem to have something to worry about, come... talk to your old father."

Kael'thas instinctively felt that something was not right, but another voice kept telling him in his heart that this is just a dream, don't take it seriously, this is an illusion in your mind... temporarily put down those heavy things, Enjoy this quiet moment.

The sound said so well that Kael'thas couldn't help but let go of his inner vigilance. He followed his father to the small lake next to him. The two previous Sun Kings had no temperament at all, sitting casually. On the two stones, Kael'thas looked at his father in memory, and soon, in the surging of inner emotions, he told his father what had happened recently.

"Fu... I don’t know what to do, father, I don’t know if it’s right or wrong to continue using Imota’s magic, I blocked the message, I know, I can’t let the people know the truth, this will It caused panic. Although the ministers were opposed to this action, they could not come up with a better way."

While drinking fruit wine, Kael'thas sullenly said:

"I know that this is a very risky decision. Once the people accept the magic of magic, even if it is purified by layers of magic, no one can predict what will happen. Maybe my decision will be thorough. Destroy our civilization, but I have to do it... You told me that the most basic task of a king is to satisfy people’s needs..."

He raised his head and looked at his father, who was listening carefully to his distress. Kael'thas was silent for a moment, drinking the wine from the glass. He said:

"I'm in pain, father, the pressure on my shoulders is pressing me to collapse, but I know that I can't collapse, the people are watching me, they need me... I can't relax for even a second, but it's too tired Well, father... have you ever been so tired?"

"How should I answer you, my son."

In his dream, Anastarian shook the wine glass in his hand and looked at the endless golden liquid. He said softly:

"Maybe I should say you did a good job, maybe I should rebuke you for making mistakes, but I know that this is not the answer you want... Your heart is at a loss, facing a difficult decision, even if it has been made Decision, that still makes you panic, fearing that your decision will cause more terrible consequences... I can only tell you that this is normal."

The old Sun King threw his wine glass with the wine in it into the still pond in front of him. He looked at his son with a trace of inspection and pride in his eyes:

"2800 years ago, our country faced the threat of a powerful forest troll. At that time, I was as young as you. I just took the throne from my father. I stayed on the city wall and looked at the scalp hair. Hemp's troll army was outside the Silver Moon City, and I couldn't sleep every night. I was afraid that the trolls would break into the city wall and rush into the city... but I couldn't show any fear."

Anastarian looked at Kael'thas:

"Guess why?"

Kael'thas is no longer a prince who knows nothing, he replied:

"Because the king’s panic will cause people’s more terrible fear, the result of the leader’s lack of firmness is that the courage of the people’s heart begins to loosen... The people are blind, the more they face a crisis, the more they need a pillar, the king is the people’s heart Pillar of the world."

"Yes! Very good!"

Anastarian closed his eyes and said:

"Even if my heart is as panic as they are, I must make all the gestures I have within my grasp, walk out of the palace every day and meet the people, encourage them to continue to persevere, and tell them that victory will come, even if there is nothing in my heart for victory. But we persisted. We finally found humanity as an ally, attacking the forest trolls back and forth and completely destroying their empire."

"It was a glorious victory, my son, but even before the victory came, my heart still held a fear of failure. Who can guess what will happen before I really see the victory?"

The old father opened his eyes and slapped his left hand on Kael'thas' shoulder. He looked at his grown-up son. He said:

"The people can be shaken, the people can be feared, but the king cannot, the king must move forward, the king must stand firm, the king must be decisive and courageous, the king must take risks... anyone can question your decision, my son, but you alone If you can’t do it yourself, this is the weight of the crown. Once you wear it, you are no longer a simple you. Your every move will directly lead the entire kingdom."

"You must be some kind of faith, you must be some kind of hope, you must be a fire bearer who leads the people in the dark, even if you are afraid of the darkness, but you must walk in front of them... this is what the king means, The power to enjoy comes from the obligation to undertake, what is right? What is wrong?"

Anastarian stepped forward and gave his son a warm hug. In the ear of Kael'thas, he said in a deep voice:

"The wisdom you have can give you the ability to distinguish right from wrong, the courage you have can give you the motivation to move forward courageously, so my son, if you think that is right, then do it bravely ...Brave the people bravely and walk out your own glorious path."

"In addition, your rule is not stable. My sons and ministers oppose you because they are worried about the inheritance of kingship..."

"What should I do? Father?"

Kael'thas also hugged his father, he asked his own question, and then heard Anastalian's clear laughter. The old father patted his son's shoulder, he said softly:

"Go and give me a little grandson... to ensure the passing of the Sun King's power... In addition, dream, it's time to wake up..."

"Uh"

The next second, Kael'thas's eyes opened sharply. He sat up from the bed like a spring. In the darkness, he breathed heavily. The remnants of the dream just dissipated quickly in his mind. This abnormal reaction represented the strangeness of the dream just now. Before those pictures dissipated, he desperately remembered what his father had left him and his father's last expectations.

A warm, perfect body embraced Kael'thas from behind. The awakened queen put her face on the back of the Sun King blankly, and Lana Sur asked softly:

"What's wrong? Your majesty, have you had a nightmare?"

"No, not a nightmare."

Kael'thas lay back on the soft bed, he reached out and hugged Lana Ser in his arms. In the darkness, his eyes widened, looking at the rough murals on the roof. After a while, Kaelsa Si leaned over and kissed Lana Ser on his forehead. He said softly:

"Call me Kael'thas... Also, my Lanna... Let's... let's have a baby..."

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After Kael'thas's figure disappeared, the strange dream did not dissipate in the other plane. Anastarian stood by the time-static pond, watching the frozen water flow, wondering if he was thinking Something.

Behind him, on the swing under the vines, the young teenager Tyrion, who had been frozen in time, suddenly blinked. He leaned on the swing that began to shake and looked back at Anastalian’s back. He Shen Sheng said:

"I thought that you would tell your son what Darin had just discovered in the Broken Isles. You should know how important the things that we found in Surama are to the current high elves. .."

It’s very strange for a teenager to make an adult’s voice, but Anastarian didn’t care. In the face of Tyrion’s doubts, the big sun lichie shook his hand at random, he said:

"I believe that my son will eventually find those...Here Sarasri has enough evidence to lead him to his final destination. Besides, as a civilized supervisor, I can't cross the border... Lord, just not Thinking that you will also be here, are you here to supervise me?"

"Do not!"

The young Terion shook his head. He jumped down from the swing and walked to the still dream. He stood in front of Aurelia in his childhood and helped the crazy girl straighten her hair. Then he said:

"After hearing that the wither druids have successfully purified the emerald dream of Drustvar, I wanted to come and see this magnificent "dream of the world". It was just an accident to come here...you and your son I didn’t hear any of the words...really."

"However, the civilization ruling of the High Elves has come to the end, my big lich... I look forward to seeing your ruling on your own civilization..."

"Must...just!"

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