Azeroth’s Death Track

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Today is the funeral of General Abidis of the Silver Dawn.

The old general who was born in the old times and had experienced two orc wars, and also witnessed the demise of the empire and the tragedy of the fall of the Eastern Continent, died in the war of the Allied forces to attack the inner temple of Odur. This is a let The tragedy of all coalition commanders.

In the vast front hall of Ulduar today, all the non-duty soldiers gathered here, not only the paladins and priests from the Order, but even the orcs and elf soldiers stood around the square. To send the last blessings to the deceased in their own way, the commanders of the coalition troops, dressed in plain black robes, stood in front of the square, watching the bonfire burning in front of them, and the bouquets placed under the temporary tombstone, And the weapons that the orcs put here.

That's the ceremony of the memorial service...

Farther away, in front of General Abidis’s body, Anduin Jr. and Salantia held the crying and missing Miss Brigitte, and behind them, the young Paladin of the Holy Army They bowed their heads and meditated on the Scriptures of the Holy Light. At the coldest pole of the world, they saw off a senior who was not easy to get along with but respected.

General Abidis died very vigorously, although it was not the classic ending of an old soldier, and did not die in the final battle. He and the Grand Knight of Mograine commanded the Paladins of Silver Dawn in the inner hall Eliminate the Titan creation servants that have been infected by the forces of Chaos, and the sudden earthquake caused everyone to panic. The boulders and steel of the Ulduin Temple swayed and collapsed, almost blocking the road for everyone to leave.

The old general pushed Andu away from him at the most critical moment, but he was pressed under the rubble by a boulder that fell from the sky.

At the last moment, he still made his own choice and chose to make him very annoying, but he has proved that his own Anduin survives, and himself, this soldier of the old era, used this kind of not decent Way, walked through his last path.

When the coalition soldiers cleared the ruins after two days, and when they removed the body of the old general, they also found the last letter written by General Abidis on the occasion of his death. It was the last words written in extreme pain and loneliness. Those words were very sloppy, but among them was a lonely father, who missed his daughter last.

"My daughter Bridget:"

"When you saw this letter, I might have left this world. I'm sorry I can't say goodbye to you in person, and I'm sorry. I haven't handled our relationship well in recent years, but I I hope you know that I have always loved you as before, just like your mother."

"My child, I can’t feel the existence of my legs anymore. I can feel that I’m bleeding. I’m cold... This temple is too far away from our home. I’m very worried. After death, can my soul go back to your mother, I have too many words to say to you, about Silver Dawn, about faith, about that nasty kid...but forget it."

"At this moment, let us leave behind those things that make people unhappy, my daughter, you are the most important treasure in my life, beyond belief, beyond my existence, even beyond My soul... ah, I heard, there is a voice calling me, much like your mother, maybe that is my destination."

"Bridget, my daughter, I'm sorry, when we can still chat, I didn't praise you too much, I couldn't tell you, how happy I was when you became a paladin, I I didn’t tell you how proud I felt when you joined the Knights of the Silver Hand. When you made your own choice and became a member of the holy army of that imp, I was angry, but I was the same Feeling a relief."

"You grew up, you already have your own wings and can fly freely in this world, you no longer need my asylum. For a father, your growth has made me no regrets, and my biggest regret , I failed to tell you these words in person, my daughter, you are the brightest and most proud light in my tragic life."

"Go on bravely, my daughter, don't grieve for my departure, when you need it, when you look back, I'm there... Ah, I saw your mother, she Still so beautiful, she came to pick me up..."

"Goodbye, my daughter... I will bless you..."

This letter was given to Miss Bridget who came from Tyre for the first time, and the proud Paladin lady fainted on the spot, and the departure of his father seemed to remove this sincere believer from the Holy Light. The infinite faith was pulled back, and the emotions that made her already indifferent broke out again, but... this is a good thing.

Excessive indulgence in faith can also destroy a person's life. When the soul is filled with faith, other beautiful things cannot enter it.

In other words, the death of General Abidis, at a very critical moment, took his daughter back to the present world. At the last moment of his life, he sacrificed himself and saved her.

He is still her hero and the most determined defender of his daughter... he has not let down the name "father".

But the death of a hero is really a sad thing. When the Paladins of the Holy Army carried the body of General Abidis and sent it into the campfire, many priests No crying, and Mr. Du An, the Grand Master of Light, who was watching the ceremony, swayed his body and fell to the ground between pain and regret.

This incident caused a wave of little confusion, but it did not affect the ceremonial ritual to continue. In order to bid farewell to old friends, even the Kalimdor continent, the old old Uther knight rushed over The body of the hero was ignited in the flames, and a spark of divine light burned in the orange flame, just like leading a great soul back to the divine light.

The night elf sentinels raised their arms and silently read the prayer of the moon god, while the orcs straightened their chests, put their fists on their chests, sang a desolate war song, and saw off for the old general, the tauren shaman We stood high in the hall, between their fingers rubbing, a dust of golden dust fell in the cold wind here, so that the haze of Ulduar sky became brighter.

Farther away, the guardians of this Titan City also stood there. They were not as emotionally exposed as mortals, but as the comrade-in-arms who had fought with the coalition for several months, the giantess Elonaya, still Last night, he personally created a stone statue for General Abidis, representing the guardians' affirmation of the prisoner heroes.

After everything is over, this stone statue will be sent back to Tyr's hand as a memorial to the mortal heroes who died in this war of deities.

And Ulduar City, a mechanical city that was completely liberated from the dark era, will also be retained. The high-ranking coalition forces have been communicating with the guardians in recent days. They have spoken with the honorable Lai several times. During the talks, although no agreement has been reached yet, it is foreseeable that the city will not be closed again in the future, it will serve as a neutral holy city, accepting creatures from various races and civilizations.

The guardians hope to continue to observe the civilization of mortals, and mortals also hope to narrow the relationship with the guardians. Perhaps in the near future, this city at the north pole of Azeroth will become prosperous and become A part of this world civilization circle, and a symbol.

The Prophet Velen wore the most solemn sacrificial robes. Under the **** of several draenei escorts, the prophet placed a bunch of white flowers in front of the tombstone of General Abidis, when the human kingdom was still on the eastern continent. , Velen had visited those cities, and he had some exchanges with General Abidis. This dead hero might not be Velen’s friend, but he fought for the faith of the Holy Light and died for the Holy Light. In the sense of reason, the Prophet Velen must express his sorrow.

Of course, attending the funeral is only one purpose of Velen's coming to Ulduar this time. He has another thing to talk about with Xiao Anduin.

After the funeral, in the coalition camp, the prophet looked at the sad little prince. He turned the crystal rosary in his hand and said softly:

"In the draenei culture, heroes like General Abidis will return to the embrace of the Holy Light after death and become part of the halo of the stars, they will manifest in the sky as stars. Continue to pay attention to this world, when we look up, they are watching us there, responding to us with astrology...My child, sadness, this means you miss him, but don’t let sadness affect you."

"I know, the prophet."

Xiao Andu reached out and touched the black cloth on his arm. He was well protected by Tyrion. Although he had participated in the battle, he had never felt the feeling of death swept up so close. The feeling of sacrificing for yourself is not good, it is some heavy shackles, pressed on the body, will make people can't help but think about more problems.

This process is called "growth".

"I was tested by the Holy Light in Shattrath City. I received martial arts training from General Sarantis. I know the draenei culture very well. Adal and I are also friends."

Anduin closed his eyes. He held a cup of hot tea in his hands. Between the fragrance, the little prince whispered:

"Sorry, Your Excellency, but I'm not in the mood to discuss these with you now, so, let's say... what are you doing for me?"

The little prince's rudeness did not make the prophet feel uncomfortable. In fact, as a human being who has lived for 30,000 years, the prophet can see at a glance that Xiao Andu is now at a loss because of his heart. He has his own Thinking, he is growing up because he has felt death. This is not a bad thing, and Velen has not been silent again. He took a sip of tea and said to the little prince:

"I came on this trip to tell you about your invitation to Naru to go to the Silver Dawn Church...Adal has already agreed to this request, and it has appointed me as a messenger to come and chat with you. Talk about the future development of the crusade."

Speaking of which, the Prophet sighed with concern:

"Alas, Little Anduin, you may not know that recently Draenor World is not too peaceful...even Shattrath City is facing some threats."

"Ok."

Anduin nodded, and he looked at the prophet with some doubt:

"I know that you have always been in contact with Adar, but I have never heard of the threat of Shattrath City. Did the restless exiles clashed with Dark Blade again?"

"No, not a dark blade."

The Prophet shook his head:

"But I think it should have something to do with Dark Blade. It is said that it is a group of weird creatures that came out of the deep sea of ​​Draenor... some, uh, some militant... lizardmen."

"Huh? Lizard...human?"

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The story of Azeroth continues, and the story of the stars belonging to other worlds does not stop.

In the portal hall of the world of Argus, the large body of Tikdios squeezed out of the portal. The dreadlord looked at the strange portal guardian in front of him, and he yawned a little boredly.

The last portal guardian, the **** and voluptuous Miss Hasabel, was sent to the battlefield of Azeroth by fraudsters for corruption and bribery. The result was only a battle, and the beautiful person was completely missing, nobody Knowing her final ending, but think about it carefully, the ending is not so good.

After all, there is Azeroth, the planet with the most evil gate among the stars. The invincible Burning Legion failed there twice, which is a shame!

The fearful demon walked into the temple of the fraudster, and the fraudster was sitting on the throne, dealing with the busy affairs of the legion. The affairs of the Dark Blade Legion would make the Lord Lord feel a headache. The scale of the Burning Legion is more than ten times that of the Dark Blade, and the daily tedious affairs are enough to make the fraudster feel tired.

To manage such a huge organization, it is definitely not just a matter of issuing some orders every day. It is a very stressful job. The average person can never do it, especially after the death of another army leader Archimonde. The affairs that fraudsters have to deal with almost doubled every day, which made Kil'jaeden very unhappy this time, and he desperately needs a trusted helper to help it.

Otherwise, it is very likely to become the first legion leader in the history of the Burning Legion, due to busy work and heavy pressure, resulting in overwork and exhaustion on the throne, it is too shameful...

"Dear fraudster, our progress in Surama City is gratifying. In two months at most, the complete Eye of Oman Sur will be stripped from the dark well, and we will soon complete the dark Titans to give us Mission!"

Tikdios bowed down respectfully, complimenting the fraudster:

"And all this is done under your wise leadership, so the Dark Titan will surely trust you more!"

"Well, I know."

This good news also made it difficult for tired Kil'jaeden to feel joy. He waved his hand and begged Tikdios to go down, but the Fear Lord's eyes did not leave, but whispered:

"And there is good news. Our spies in the world of Draenor discovered some changes in Shattrath City. Those Naru seem to be preparing some actions, which may be related to Velen!"

"Villen!"

The name caused Kil'jaeden to raise his head violently, putting the seal made of the skull in his hand aside, the fraudster's eyes narrowed, and a weird idea suddenly jumped into his mind.

Archimonde is dead...it needs a helper, a trustworthy person, Velen...maybe it is appropriate.

But before that, it must find a way to defeat the prophet’s reason and faith in the Holy Light, and the Eye of Amansur will be sent back soon. The moment when the Pillar of Creation was captured by the legion, it has now been assembled The moment when the finished demon army has once again attacked Azeroth... Maybe now, it is time to "chat" with his good brother, Velen.

The fraudster thought for a few minutes, then tapped on the table, and said quietly to Tikdios:

"Then go! Continue to do what you should do, don't let Cassanatier discover your dual identity, and, in addition, find General Rakish for me..."

Upon hearing this command, Tikdios's hazy eyes flashed with triumph, he respectfully withdrew from the fraudster's temple, and when he left the throne covered with flames, Tikdios grunted:

"Ah, dear Prophet Velen... Your good thing, here!"

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