Azeroth’s Death Track

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From the Thousand Needles Forest controlled by humans to the Feralas wilderness controlled by elves, there is a naturally formed forest gorge running through between two completely different regions. After the human empire and the high elves released the ice, this one The communication channel between the two has also been reactivated.

Of course, in order to avoid irritating the night elves who actually control this place, when building roads between the two tribes, try to avoid destroying natural plants that have been growing for thousands of years, but only reinforce the ground on both sides of the naturally formed canyon channel to ensure that Mid-size convoys are allowed.

In this way, the work of building roads has become very slow, but fortunately, whether it is a human or a high elf, there is now enough time available and enough manpower to use it.

Ten days after the end of the battle for Heresaras, the first precious books from the large library of the ancient city were sent under the **** of the high elf lawbreakers after the magical extension. In the human empire, this batch of books was carefully selected, mostly about the secret magic skills of the upper elves and some obscure magic research manuscripts.

Perhaps it is not worth mentioning to the high elves who inherited the highly developed magic civilization of the elf empire, but for human casters, this is undoubtedly very important knowledge, among which there are a number of The texts engraved in the classics, after entering the human empire, have been wildly sought after by human mages.

There are also some impatient researchers who came to the ancient city of Eresalas under reconstruction by their own means before applying for the road, applying to the higher elves for official entry and entering the large library of Eresalas. Practice here.

Of course, most of these requests have been rejected, and only those masters who have been officially certified by the various human kingdoms will be allowed to study in the large library with hundreds of thousands of books, which directly leads to the dissociation in human society. The mages in the class began to actively request the human official certification, so that the human spellcasters were reunited little by little.

Dalaran, this once-broken mage organization, was also re-established in the difficult negotiations between the Archmage and the Warlocks, but the new Dalaran no longer has a monopoly on the dictatorial magic knowledge, and now it is not so independent It is better to say that the city-state is an important department in charge of magic power and knowledge dissemination under the human empire system.

This is also the only way for Dalaran to be regenerated by the human kings. Although there are many old-fashioned wizards who believe that such reconstruction is just a shame, in any case, those who really inherited the will of Dalaran still cheered for it. .

"Look! That city is so beautiful."

In the convoy of goods transported by the human empire to Eresalas, a high-elf paladin in light armor stood on the carriage roof, pointing to the looming city of Eresalas between the distant foothills, to the friends around him Shouted:

"There is our new home!"

A group of young elven paladins and priests responded to this call. They stood on the carriage, or simply stood on the top of the big and small bags of materials, and looked in the direction of the new home, which made the team a little more cheerful. the sound of.

These high elves were all warriors who were sent by the high elves to the human empire to learn the spells of the Holy Light after the battle of the northern frontiers. After realizing the threat of the undead, even the stubborn elf mages have to admit that the high elves A force that specifically restrained the undead was needed, and the young Sun King also obeyed the ministers' suggestions and sent some young people who were brave to accept new things to the empire.

At that time, the relationship between the two tribes was still friendly. The Holy Light Church welcomed the arrival of these aliens. They were happy to see that the faith of the Holy Light took root in the civilization of the high elves. Like the first group of dwarf priests, the church even received the leaders of this group of elves under the crown of Faor, and arranged the best learning conditions for the scholars of the Holy Light to the best of their ability.

And the energy of the high elves in energy use is indeed not comparable to human beings. This group of scholars has learned many basic holy light spells before they have learned the holy light books. Some of them are even outstanding. In the absence of baptism, there is a sign of conversion to the paladin. This never-before-seen situation has caused a lot of disagreement within the church.

Some people think that the use of the Holy Light must be connected with faith, some people think that the use of the Holy Light by the high elves may open up a new model for the church, and some radicals think that this is a blasphemy against the Holy Light.

The scale of this discussion ended up being very big, but at the time of the Westward War, the church even acknowledged the existence of the shadow priest. Therefore, this discussion about the light and faith was finally lost. Le Di personally came forward to endorse these high elves.

And it is said that the human pope law also believes that such discussions are meaningless...

Because for ten thousand steps, no matter what attitude these elves hold towards the faith of the Holy Light, at least they still use the pure Holy Light, which is actually enough.

More than ten minutes later, the group of elf paladins responsible for escorting supplies arrived at the entrance to the city gate under repair in Eresaras. A female paladin carrying a long sword, wearing armor, and a red horsetail looked up Looking at the gate surrounded by vines, she felt a little emotion in her eyes. She waved her hand and said to the young people behind:

"Free time, gather here in 2 days."

"Observe, Captain Liadrin!"

The young people who have held back for several months in the Holy Light Church have long been unable to bear it. After getting the order to disband, these young people who are far away from their homeland are scattered, some to find their parents, some Going to visit the new home of the high elves, and others holding the Holy Light scriptures, and began to talk about the doctrine of the Holy Light to their companions... er, faith, it will always make people a little blind, even the elves.

As the elf priest and captain of the paladin, Ms. Liadrin continues to **** supplies into the city. She will go to the junction of the outer city and transfer some official letters to the high elf officials.

And just five minutes after Liadrin entered the city, she met someone she didn't want to see.

"Leah!"

The familiar cries sounded from behind Ms. Liadrin, and the Countess's pace of progress stopped at the same place, which made her rather good mood worse.

Yes, Liadrin has the title of Earl. Although she is an orphan, in adulthood, she inherited the title of adoptive father, and her adoptive father has died in the natural disaster of Quel'Thalas. Is also the reason why she became the leader of the high elf priest and the paladin. Of course, as early as during the reign of King Anastarian, Liadrin was already a priest of the Holy Light. She was regarded as the first forerunner of her compatriots to come into contact with the power of the Holy Light.

"Lotherma, I said it! Don't call me that!"

Liadrin turned back and said indifferently to the Ranger Lord Losemma Theron who came after him:

"You should call me a lady... it's over between us!"

"Sorry, Leah, I shouldn't have..."

Lor'themar Theron, who has always been cold-faced and prestigious, is somewhat at a loss in front of the Countess Liadrin. This is natural, because the two were once close lovers, and the two were almost Entering the palace of marriage, he also promised "to live together and die together" in the face of threats.

It is a pity that when the high elves were transferred from Northern Xinjiang at that time, Liadrin asked to leave with Lor'themar, but Lor'themar could not put down his loyalty to His Majesty Kael'thas. In that extremely dangerous situation, he He still chose to stay in Northern Xinjiang, which made his lover very angry, and he broke off his relationship with him in one breath.

"There is no need to say more about the matter at that time, Lor'themar, our motherland is a waste of life, you and I need to put all our energy on the reconstruction of the motherland, and maintain your absolute respect for Kael'thas Loyalty... Your heart is filled with loyalty, and there is no place for me."

The Countess interrupted the Ranger Lord’s apology indifferently. She looked at the thin Losema in front of her eyes, and a sad mood echoed in her heart, making Liadrin angry with an idea to escape from this place. But before she could turn around, Lor'themar reached out and grabbed her by the wrist.

This sudden movement made Liadrin unconsciously want to break free. The beating Holy Light echoed on her wrist, showing the strong power of the countess after the practice, but this strength in the face of the battle veteran Lotherma Not enough.

The ranger lord stared at the shameful countess, who said solemnly:

"I have given up once, this time...I will not give up again, Liadrin, I want you to be my wife, we have experienced so much together, and my heart is indeed full of loyalty, But besides that, there are you. These two things are all about me, and I can't accommodate another person besides you in my heart."

"Let me go! Lor'themar, I command you, let me go!"

Liadrin's cheeks were blushing, and Lor'themar's confession made her a little dizzy, but under her instinct, she still fought desperately, but she was finally held in her arms by Lor'themar. In the eyes of the guards patrolling around, the elves in this city almost knew Lor'themar, and some Liadrin team members also saw this scene, among the cheering and whistling sounds on both sides of the street, The countess felt her cheeks burn.

Eventually, she stopped rebelling and buried her head in Lor'themar's chest. While pinching Lor'themar's shoulder, she gritted her teeth and said:

"Quick leave here, bastard! You have lost my face."

"Okay, let's go..."

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In the setting sun, that layer of orange-red light shone through the ruins of the ancient city of Eresalas, which appeared very, very beautiful, and the unique tranquil temperament of this ancient city added a point to this beauty. Different colors.

The ranger lord and the countess who changed their clothes walked hand in hand in the streets of the ancient city, and the two were full of sweet taste of love...Uh, I know what you are thinking, but there is really no too much between them. Passing the move, Liadrin went to report to the Sun King the apprentices' learning process in the Church of the Holy Light and convey the Pope's greetings to the Sun King, while Lor'themar was busy with the city's defense and the restoration of the ruins.

Both of them are very busy. In this era of war, it is only in the afternoon that they can barely rest for a while.

"Theron, who are those?"

As she walked to the inner city of Eresalas, the Countess Liadrin suddenly found a group of people who were picking up some relics in the ruins. They were completely different in dress and higher elves, and they were covered with a gloomy temperament.

The ears of these people are different from the high elves. They are obviously not their own compatriots, and the high elf civilians passing back and forth are like avoiding the plague, avoiding these sad elves, and sometimes naughty children throwing at these elves Stones, but no one stopped such atrocities.

Hearing the lover's question, Lor'themar raised her head and looked at the upper elves. There was a trace of disgust in his eyes. He said softly:

"That's the Sindra Elves, a group of hands covered with the blood of fellow countrymen, their leader died in the palace and was killed by the undead, according to what they had said to us before, unbelievable and mean, We should have expelled them all! But His Majesty gave them merciful forgiveness, allowing them to continue to live in Eresalas...I don’t think this is necessary."

"But... but they look so pathetic."

Liadrin also heard some news about the war in Herresalas in the Imperial Church. She knew that the Sindra elves had deceived the high elves. She was also very angry, but she was really seeing this group of war refugees. After the situation, the unique pity of the woman prevented Liadrin from hating them.

"No, Leah, they are hateful!"

Lor'themar corrected his lover's statement, he said to Liadrin:

"You think they are pitiful because you have never seen the mass grave next to the town of Twisting. For a little magic, they ruthlessly kill their compatriots and then throw those bodies into the mass grave. You know one Thousand and two hundred years ago, how many upper elves were there in this city? A total of 750,000 people! Now? Not even 300,000 people... The more than 400,000 people were killed by their own hands... These scumbags No sympathy at all!"

Hearing Lor'themar's explanation, the countess's eyes became bitterly cold. Although the sindra elves had no history of horrible cannibalism, their behavior was undoubtedly nothing to eat with their fellow citizens. The difference is that the bottom line of this last layer is broken, which means that this civilization has fallen into the abyss.

"Let me bring them back to the empire."

Liadrin said to Lor'themar:

"Since they stay here just to wait for death, it is better to bring them back to the church. The priests are very interested in saving the souls of sinners. This act of delivering prisoners of war can also repair the rift between us and the empire... These sinners have paid the price for what they have done in the past."

"Well, this is a very good approach."

Lor'themar nodded. He looked at the upper elves looking for the loved ones' relics in the ruins. He said:

"They stay here and will be killed cleanly sooner or later... But Leah, the remaining Sindra elves in this city may have fewer than 150,000 people. At the end of the previous war, there was a large group The elves have escaped from the tunnel of the dungeon. It seems that there is a new leader tying them away... We haven't figured out who the new leader is so far... but we will always find out."

"Those who escaped are a threat to Herresala...the threat must be cleared!"

"Well, don’t talk about these boring things... The days at the Holy Light Church were unpleasant, my Theron, I haven’t drunk for more than 4 months... I mean, maybe you and me... .Can we...have a drink tonight?"

"..."

Faced with the Countess’ initiative to “invite”, the Ranger Lord silenced for a moment, then lowered his voice:

"There is a box of gold. Azshara rum found in the Tosedrin Palace in my house...that is a wine from the Elven Empire, we can taste it together..."

"and then?"

The countess glanced at her lover with a sly smile. The latter shrugged and said unnaturally:

"Then...talk about life, talk about ideals, plan for the future and the like."

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