Azeroth’s Death Track

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Sudden disasters are always thought-provoking.

The disaster that happened to the Kadore night elves between the summer and autumn of the Dark Portal in 17 years directly shocked the entire Kalimdor, especially after spending several years adapting to the Kalimdor continental environment. Human empire.

At this time, nearly five years have passed since the tragic battle of Northern Xinjiang. The five dependent states of the entire human empire have almost come out of the nightmare of almost dying of the country, but just when they are ready to raise their heads and start In the real new life, the dark blade undead again destroyed the most important pillar of the Kadore civilization, which in their view was extremely powerful.

Relaxing is like the night of the Battle of Whispering Harbor... No, it's even easier than defeating human civilization.

When the news came back to the empire through the legion of the human empire stationed in the Felwood Forest, the people's livelihood was in an uproar for a while. Human beings, on this day, remembered the fear of being dominated by the undead.

The bitter encounter of the night elves awakened the beautiful illusions of those buried in new life. After the empire moved to Kalimdor, the undead were not incapable of chasing humans. The reason why they did not do so is probably because of Losa. The emperor's pleading before dying is not because fate is looking after the empire. The reason why human civilization can still exist today is simply because of the great sacrifice of a great man.

But the undead will not always remember Lothar’s request. One day, they will reopen the war that enveloped human civilization. By that time... who can save them?

Are they looking forward to the appearance of another Lothar?

In just a few days, the five kingdom ministers of the human empire have uncovered the long-expanded plan for the expansion of the army, while the generals are frantically connected and advocating the theory of the threat of the undead, in order to master more of the right to speak. Civilization is like an ant placed in a hot pot. They sensed the threat, and began to prepare to accumulate strength and use all means to protect themselves from the threat of the terrible shadow.

However, in the eyes of the real discerning person, these messy proposals are meaningless except for vain efforts...

"Duh"

The seal of the Wrynn family, representing the power of the king of the storm, was covered in a decree just written, and Varian Wryen, who was sitting in the office, looked at the brief decree in front of him and the one under the decree. The bright red seal flashed a cold light in his narrowed eyes, but it was fleeting.

The King of the Storm raised his head and looked at Reginald Windsor, the Minister of the Inner Court sitting in a wheelchair in front of him. The former veteran marshal seemed to have lost all his sharpness in time. A few months ago, he Turned to Wrynn’s inner court minister, in charge of all matters within the court, he was dressed in a well-cut black uniform, and his white hair was treated like a soldier’s short hair. He looked spirited, and with a single lens, he looked It is no different from the housekeepers of the big noble houses.

"Windsol Sol, are you ready?"

Facing Wrynn's question of no head and no tail, the Minister of the Inner Court nodded. He played with the black cane in his hand. He said softly:

"Duke Albrock is a great aristocrat who understands righteousness. After I have talked with him a few times, he has made a wise choice. He will stand on our side, and in exchange, after the new regime is determined, His Excellency Ebrock will become the Prime Minister of our country... he will be responsible for the establishment of the first ruling cabinet. Considering the ruling ability of the Duke of Ebrock, I think this is a very suitable price."

"Of course, we have to guarantee the private property and three estates of His Excellency the Duke, as well as retain the honorary title and a hereditary senator in the Senate."

"Ok."

Wrynn didn't comment on the matter, he just nodded slightly, then looked at Windsor, waiting for the next trusted minister.

"Archbishop Chaldean did not make too many demands, but he maintained a resistance to the openness of the faith. Of course, considering that Archbishop Chaldean is a sincere believer in light, his persistence can be understood, according to According to our agreement with the church, part of the church’s assets will be properly reserved, and the rest will be attributed to the state. The first areas of open faith are designated as the four counties in the south. This is the last insistence of Lord Chaldeans ."

"Countess Presto did not make too many requests. She said that she and her black dragon would stand firmly on your side. Of course, she also hopes that the black dragon will formally become part of the storm kingdom after this reform. "

"Finally, our pioneering knights. In more than a year, our contact with them has never been broken. Although a small number of pioneering knights unfortunately fell into the sugar-coated traps of those nobles, they are happy. What’s more, most of the pioneer knights are keeping their vows. I believe that as long as you give an order, they will respond to your call in various regions."

Wen De Sole finished speaking, in front of him, Varian, the storm king, crossed his fingers and supported his chin. His black eyes flashed a ray of thinking from time to time. After nearly ten minutes of silence, Vari Ann finally raised his head. He looked at Windsor in front of him, and he handed him the brief decree in his hand.

"So, go to print, Windsor, 5 days later, I want to make this decree representing the coming of the new era affixed to every town in the Kingdom of Stormwind! I want the people to hear my voice again.. .Letter to the Countess and the Duke of Albrok, I need their strength to settle me for the 7 counties in the south of the kingdom, and the 5 counties and kings in the north..."

Varian stretched out his hand and took off the alien-shaped war sword from the flank next to it. At the moment the Warbreaker fell into his hands, the blue and white thunderstorm splashed away, lighting Varian's cold face completely .

"I will come in person!"

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"Dear Ms. Tyrande, on behalf of the Kingdom of Lordaeron and my brothers, His Majesty Alsace and Queen Jaina, I would like to express my deep condolences to you and your country for the disaster."

The envoy of the Royal Palace of Lordaeron, the sister of Alsace, the princess Galia Menethil sat in the chair of the reconstructed Moon Temple, and spoke to Ms. Tyrande in front of her, and from behind her The envoys of other kingdoms of the human empire, and even the orcs who had not dealt with the elves, had sent a shaman symbolically.

The weirdest is a goblin businessman in a mini dress standing among the envoys. He is the embassy of the hot sand consortium... and business ambassador.

These envoys brought comfort from other kingdoms. Of course, they also brought some materials that the night elves badly needed. In the name of the empire, the human kingdoms sent enough food for the night elves to use for several months, and the orcs sent them. After eating a lot of meat, the Holy Light Church sent some healing herbs and holy water, the tauren people sent a batch of cloth, and the high elves sent precious magic materials.

The goblins brought a trade agreement. As long as the night elves signed on it, the Hot Sands Consortium promised to meet all the night elves’ material needs in the next five years at the price of opening the entire Felwood Forest and Ashenvale to the goblins. The mineral resources of these good-for-nothing goblins still retain their final reason. They did not write the mineral requirements of Mount Hyjal, otherwise it is estimated that the goblin ambassador could not even enter the gate of the Moon Temple.

"Thank you, friends."

Tired Tyrande cheered up. She reached out and held the hand of the highest-ranking Princess Jialia in the envoy, and she grinned reluctantly:

"Only a real disaster can make people see who is a true friend, and Cadore will never forget your kindness."

The fresh night warrior looked at the expressions of the envoys and their eyes. Tyrande knew that the ambassadors of different races came to Mount Hyjal to be more than just condolences. After thinking for a moment, Tyran De took a deep breath. She stood up and looked at the envoys representing various forces in front of her. She pursed her lips and said in a deep voice:

"Everyone, the night elf civilization has undergone great changes. The fierce Naga and the vicious undead have destroyed everything we have. This is a very sad thing, but it also made Cadore see 10,000 clearly. After many years of change in the world, Cadore will no longer keep himself closed...

"We will rejoin the Kalimdor continent as a united nation...maybe we will become true allies in the future."

"And now, Cadore must gather all the power to rebuild our home in Mount Hyjal and reshape the environment of the Black Sea, so I declare here..."

Tyrande’s voice increased a few degrees, and he focused everyone’s eyes on himself. The night warrior first looked at the tauren envoy standing in the crowd, the big druid Hamuul. Rune totem, she Speaking of:

"The night elves will give up their claim to the ruins of the desolate land elves, and we will withdraw all the warriors within 1 month. If the tauren is willing to take over the post we left behind, then I and the entire Cadore will be happy to Tauren signed a memorandum."

"Of course we are!"

Hearing Tyrande’s statement, Hamuel did not hesitate, he took a step forward, and the seemingly honest tauren shook his tail. He said in a deep voice:

"I hereby declare on behalf of Kane that we are willing to take over the claim of Cadore in the Desolate Land. Of course, the Bloodhoof Tauren will truly stand with the night elves from now on...We will be allies!"

"Very well, say hello to Chief Kane for me, I will wait for his arrival at Mount Hyjal."

Tyrande nodded toward Hamu nodded, then turned his attention to the envoy of the High Elf. The Ranger Lord of the Windrunner Family, Winesa Windrunner, she looked at this beautiful, with long silver hair High elf ranger, she said softly:

"Kadore’s Feathermoon Fortress in the Feralas Wilderness will be retained, which is the front line of the battlefield where Cadore and the deep sea Naga fight all the year round, but in addition, Cadore’s claim to Feralas Wilderness It will also be withdrawn in the near future. If His Majesty Kael'thas is willing, I will also wait on Mount Hyjal for him to sign the memorandum of the two communities."

"I know that I had a little "conflict of ideas" with His Majesty Das Reima, but I don't want the hostility between the two communities to continue...After all, now we have a common enemy!"

"I will tell Your Majesty Kael'thas faithfully!"

Wen Lei Sa is no longer that reckless little girl, she said to Tyrande seriously:

"Before that, I would like to respond to your kindness on behalf of my country and people. The high elves are willing to be friends with the night elves again. After all, our blood is from the same source."

"Ok"

Tyrande nodded and focused his gaze on the orc shaman. She said gently:

"Regarding the dispute between the night elves and the orcs in Ashenvale and the ruins of Azshara, I think the two communities can also be resolved through a peace agreement. What do you think? Regal Shaman?"

"Of course! Chief Thrall has been seeking the peaceful development of the orcs..."

The strong orc shaman Regal stood up and bowed slightly to Tyrande:

"We are happy to see that the night elves are finally willing to sit back at the negotiating table, and you are indeed a wise leader."

Regarding the orc's expression, Tyrande showed a little coldness. She just nodded slightly, and then turned her attention to the scratching goblin businessman. Tyrande was not very friendly to these greedy green-skinned little men, but consider As of the current situation in Kadore, she is willing to talk to these goblins full of copper smell.

"The last is you, goblins!"

The night soldier looked at the goblin businessman rubbing his hands in the city, she said in a deep voice:

"Ashen Valley and Felwood Forest are where the night elves live. I won’t open the mine here to you... but outside the misty sea, there are several islands under our control, according to our exploration , There are also rich mineral resources on that island, and the Black Sea coast was submerged by the tide, so if the hot sand consortium can transport enough materials for the elves to rebuild their hometown within 3 months..."

"We will!"

Before Tyrande had finished speaking, the excited goblin said in a sharp voice:

"The Hot Sands Consortium will meet all the needs of customers, and the trading prince will definitely agree to trade with the night elves. In fact, if you can allow us to open a business hall in the future reconstruction of the Port of Oberding and have a completely free monopoly on the Black Coast With the right to trade, we are even willing to provide this batch of materials to help elf friends rebuild the city for free!

"Of course, you must sign a legally effective contract in the name of you and the Temple of the Moon!"

The goblin styles of the city dweller made Tyrande a little unhappy, but in the end, the night warrior looked back at the sculpture of the moon **** being re-engraved behind him. The original gentle sculpture will be re-engraved into the form of a mighty night warrior After a moment of silence, Tyrande turned her head and looked at the goblin. She nodded:

"Okay, I agree."

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