Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Remember to bring a few more clothes, as well as your robe, wand, and casting materials, I have prepared them for you."

In a mage tower in the wilderness of Feralas, Wenresa, who is wearing a resident robe, is preparing all kinds of things on the road for her husband who is going to travel, but it has not been seen for several years. She is already a wife, and she seems to inherit the character of her sister Aurelia and is a true wife and mother.

Although she is a ranger lord of the high elves in the city of Eresalas, for the most part, most of the time, she lived in this mage tower built by Luo Ning. This is her home. This white mage tower was also carefully shaped by Luo Ning into the shape of the Windrunner Tower, which reminded his wife to live in the Windrunner Manor.

"Ah, don't need to bring so many things..."

Looking at his busy wife, Luo Ning, who was freshly groomed, stepped forward and hugged Wen Lei Sa's waist from behind. He buried his head in Wen Lei Sa's long silver hair. He said softly:

"Just a short trip, I will be back soon."

At home, the Grand Master who did not pack his hair and beard looked a little sloppy. In the sunlight of the Master Tower shining into the bedroom, Luo Ning hugged his wife as if holding the most beautiful treasure. He said in love:

"If I can, I really don't want to leave here... here is your taste, this is my home."

"Okay, good."

Wen Leisa turned around and lifted her husband's face. She picked up the razor on her hand and carefully helped Luo Ning fix the beard. The beautiful eyes were full of tenderness. She said softly:

"I will be fine here. You don’t need to worry about me. I know that there is something important about leaving so anxiously. My husband is a big hero, and I all know..."

"It's not an important thing."

Luo Ning maintained that posture to allow his wife to repair his beard better. He said in magic secret language:

"It's just a troublesome thing that needs me to get it back, and there may be a figure of Tyrion behind this incident... My brother-in-law's evil mind is thinking about something, probably everyone I can’t guess... he seems to be sending out those legendary weapons. In just a few months, news of several legendary weapons has spread."

"I heard that the Broken Isles have exploded over there. Many explorers heard about ancient artifacts and ran to find treasure there, but the demon's offensive there hasn't stopped much...it's really a headache. ."

"do not worry."

Wen Leisa took a handkerchief and helped Luo Ning wipe her cheek. She said softly:

"I wrote to the elder sister, and the elder sister told me that everything is fine, so we don't need to worry."

"I don't actually worry much."

Luo Ning smiled and picked up the two rings on the table and took them in his hand. After the Grand Master had cleaned his face, he looked very young and elegant, and stood with the beautiful woman Wen Lei Sa, which was called a Lang Cai female appearance.

He kissed his wife's forehead and then said to Wen Lei Sa:

"Then I will leave now, and I will be back soon... you have to take care of yourself."

"Don't worry about everything."

At the entrance of the Master's Tower, Wen Leisa stroked her long silver hair and waved goodbye to her husband:

"I'm not the original little girl anymore, I have enough ability to protect myself...you have to be careful."

Luo Ning waved his wife, and then stepped into the portal shining with violet light, watching her husband leave, Wen Leisha turned back to the Master Tower, and after a while, wearing the chains of the Voyager, heroic Sashuang's Ranger Lord appeared in the city of Eresalas through the portal. She was carrying a magical war bow embellished with precious stones and gorgeous patterns. This was made by the Sun King for the high elves in recognition of the Windrunner family. The bowstring, and the weapon specially given to Wenlessa.

Luo Ning’s worries are not groundless. In recent months, the number of Azeroth’s legendary weapons has been increasing. Even the war bow in Wenresa’s hands is also a treasure treasured by the royal family... legendary weapons, Solidar. The rage of the stars. It is said that this was the weapon used by Queen Azshara at that time. In this turbulent era, it also found a new owner.

Wenlessa sat in her office and began to handle her daily defense work. After signing a text to send Ranger Ranger to the Broken Isles, she reached out and touched her flat abdomen...

There, two new lives are being conceived, but Luo Ning, the father of the child, does not know the good news...

"Just wait for him to come back and tell him."

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On the other side, Luo Ning was walking on the streets of Xin Dalaran. I don't know why. He is in a very good mood today... even better.

Wearing a blue hood, he observed the increasingly prosperous neighborhoods of New Dalaran. After the reconstruction of this magical city, although there were obstacles from various kingdoms, it quickly became a human empire. The magic center of the city, coupled with the activities of the warlocks who are not willing to be lonely, makes the underground order of the city worse and worse, and makes the city more and more prosperous.

Perhaps it was the reason for the terrible destruction. The new Dalaran lost a little pride and a little more tolerance. On the streets of Dalaran, there are no scenes that were once in order, but like other human cities. Similarly, there are all kinds of pedestrians, businessmen, and some travelers from afar, even some warlocks who could not walk in the sun in a fair way.

In fact, if you look closely, you will find that these frightening warlocks also have their own thinking, their own moods and sorrows, except that they like to die, they are no different from other ordinary people. When magicians and warlocks are mysterious After the veil was lifted, they became mortals, and they were truly integrated into the world.

This is a good thing...too far from the people, and the high-ranking mages will eventually be abandoned... Cruel history has proved this.

"Good day, Master Luo Ning."

When walking into the Magic Hotel, Luo Ning unbuttoned his hood, and soon a dedicated waiter led him into a box. When Luo Ning pushed the door open, he saw the Archmage sitting in the box. Jaina, and her apprentice Jin Di. Spark, this little gnome has just passed the examination of the high-level mage and became a real high-level mage.

In this regard, she and her father Wendel. Spark, who was doing business in Dalaran, were very happy, because the spark family who had always been called the "magic trick family" finally calculated a real mage, so that day, the spark family All the gnome were gathered together, and almost something happened.

Creatures like gnomes... Once they get together, it's easy to make trouble.

"Hi, Luo Ning!"

Jindi, who was drunk with fruit wine, made a burp, and then made a giggle-like giggle, waving to Luo Ning. Her mentor, Jaina, did not care about her sloppy appearance, and Jaina frowned. Wrinkle, it seems that she is thinking about something. Before the apprentice reminded, she didn't even notice Luo Ning's arrival.

"Ah, Luo Ning, you are here, sit down."

The dreamy Jaina hurriedly invited Luo Ning to sit opposite her. After a few chats, Luo Ning's apprentice, Daphne Marin, also hurriedly arrived. So far, the four people who were about to leave together were all together, but in Before leaving, Luo Ning intends to ask some more things.

"I received your news, Jaina, but you didn't tell me in the letter, what is so anxious?"

Luo Ning took a sip of wine and asked:

"And it's confidential...how? Is it something that is inconvenient for other MPs to hear?"

"Yes."

Jaina didn't know how to speak. She glanced at Jin Di, the gnomish mage who was fighting with Miss Marin. She envied her apprentice's simple thinking and brain. She drank a glass of fruit wine and brewed it. Language, this is to say to Luo Ning who is looking at her:

"Not long ago... a few months ago, the Grand Master of Kel'Thuzad, gave me something, which was left to us and the entire Dalaran by me and his mentor, Grand Master Antonidas, Kel'Thuzad told me That’s the same “blessing” that Tyrion gave me. I hate him. You know and you can understand it, but I can’t make up my mind about that thing.”

Speaking of which, Archmage Jaina clenched her fists, her unique, armor-like gloves gave a light vibration, she whispered:

"I told Arthas several times that although my husband was worried about the meaning behind that thing, he encouraged me to pursue that legendary weapon. If I was relatively anti-Tyrian, I would have to get it ."

"Oh? A weapon?"

Luo Ning narrowed his eyes. He was also a mage who grew up in Dalaran. He naturally knows that in this magical city, there are too many true and false legends, most of which are related to certain The items used by the ancient wizards are related. In those vast stories, Luo Ning quickly determined the weapon that was in line with Jaina’s current strength and her talent...

"You mean, the ebony cold?"

"Ok."

Jaina nodded, and a gloom appeared on her beautiful face:

"Yes, that cursed weapon, Tyrion gave me complete information through Kel'Thuzad's hand, I know where it is, and I know how to get it back, but I still hesitate, Luo Ning, can you understand my hesitation?"

Luo Ning did not immediately answer, because the weapon that Jaina wanted to pursue...how to say, it is indeed very powerful, but also extremely evil.

Although it is said that the legends of artifacts circulated in Dalaran are mostly connected with the words such as evil door and weirdness, but few of them have such a long history as the ebony cold and cursed weird weapons.

According to the legend learned by Luo Ning, many people have tried to master this weapon in history, but it has been changed hands hundreds of times in the millennium, which has explained the strangeness of this weapon and many holders Will suffer from the ebony cold power, any powerful items are dangerous, but few things can be as dangerous as the ebony cold.

Luo Ning hesitated for a moment, he said to Jaina:

"Of course I can understand your hesitation. If I were you, I would not blindly pursue the power of the ebony cold. Jaina, you are very talented. I believe that even if you do not rely on that weapon, you will eventually Buried into the realm of the legendary mage, but I can also understand your desire, the grudge between you and Tyraine is not something I can evaluate, but what I want to say is..."

"Don't be too persistent. As a mage, our history is full of tragedies caused by persistent pursuits or hatred. I don't want to write your name in that heavy historical tragedy, you see..."

Luo Ning persuaded in a friend's tone:

"You have a husband now, and maybe you will have children soon. Your relationship with Arthas envy countless people. You will have a perfect life. Don't let hatred ruin it all. I believe, your father, Your brother, your brother, thinks so."

Jaina was silent. She drank the fruit wine in her hand. She closed her eyes and breathed out:

"the last time!"

"Ok?"

Luo Ning looked at Jaina suspiciously. The latter opened his eyes and looked at Luo Ning seriously:

"This is the last time I have fought as a daughter of Dai Lin for my father and the disasters of the past. After this time, no matter what the result is, I will leave the past and start a new life... This is also my unwillingness to put six The reason why the People’s Council and the entire Dalaran are involved. I don’t want my own affairs to affect this city that has just been reborn."

"That's why I invited you, Luo Ning, I hope you can help me, and... help this world."

"What do you mean?"

Luo Ning moved his ten fingers. He thought that Jaina had summoned him for the ebony cold, but now it sounds like this matter is not as simple as that.

"I found not only clues to the ebony cold from that ring."

Jaina took a yellowed document from her bag and handed it to Luo Ning. She looked at the Dragon Master in front of her. She said:

"You should remember that when we were apprentices of the mage, we occasionally discussed the founder of modern magic, the legendary upper elf mage Maitri and his legendary stories. We once thought that the legend of Maitri was already It ended thousands of years ago, but it was not the case. The most treacherous legacy he left behind was hidden somewhere in this world."

"And recently, the unruly guy... began to be restless, the global magic tide awakened "it", and in the past four months, Northrend, the magic guard guarded by the blue dragon king There have been 47 confusions, the culprit is "it", and to control this unruly power, you must be extremely precise and rigorous, and concentrate on it."

Jaina relieved:

"The ebony cold is my private request, and this is the official request of the Dalaran Six-member Council, because the mediocre mage is definitely hopeless to control it. Fortunately, Luo Ning, you who also experienced that disaster , The qualifications are not mediocre, the Blue Dragon Legion currently has no energy to deal with the dangerous items that the mages have deposited there, so the Blue Dragons hope you take this arrogant weapon away from their city... suppress it with your extraordinary dragon blood It will not be sent back to Dalaran until the magic tide has subsided."

Facing Jaina's praise, Luo Ning's brow furrowed. Ten seconds later, he placed the document in his hand on the table. He rubbed his forehead:

"You really will give me trouble...the most dangerous trouble."

"Elunes...law protector."

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