Azeroth’s Death Track

The fate of the world revealed under the land of Silithus cannot be known by everyone, but the warning issued by the spirit of the world will eventually resound through this land. While Silithus was rushing to the Land of Disputes, in the center of the continent of Kalimdor, in the port of White Tower City on the coast of Thousand Needles, another person followed the trajectory of fate and came here.

Varian Wrynn, dressed in disguise, wore a black cloak and carried a suitcase. He was dressed like an ordinary businessman. He held his wife's wrist and walked off the pier from a goblin merchant ship. Following the bustling crowd, they came to the outside of the pier. At the entrance of the pier, a black carriage was parked there.

Varian looked around, then stepped into the inconspicuous carriage with Valeera on his arm.

Varian and his wife were sitting on the seat of the carriage, and across from him, Archbishop Chaldea Morgan was looking at him with a sad face.

The situation is bad, Your Majesty.

Chaldea was still wearing the black priest robe, looking dignified and simple. He was holding a book of holy light in his hand. At his waist, the purple decorative dagger was no longer there. Instead, it was a pair of embellishments Cross wand with blue gemstone.

The Archbishop is holding his own Holy Light Emblem. On his neck and wrist, the lines left by the light casting ceremony did not give the Archbishop a weird feeling. On the contrary, those golden lines gave him a special temperament .

He said to Varian:

Our reforms made you a traitor in the eyes of the nobles, but now, the Pope's decision has pushed you to the forefront. They all think that the Pope will use the power of theocracy to help you ascend to the throne. Go to the throne of the emperor, so now, except for the kingdom of Stormwind, the nobles in the other kingdoms have smelled the fear of doomsday, and the feeling of fidgeting makes them crazy...I don't even dare to let you and the queen use the portal, God knows what those crazy nobles will do.

They should feel fear, Chaldea.

Facing the tricky situation in front of him, Varian said with a look of disdain:

The victory of the Federation and the increasingly better status quo of the Stormwind Kingdom have all proved that those self-important guys are not indispensable talents for a country. They will be eliminated by the times, and the people are on our side! months...

I know what you want to say, Your Majesty.

Chaldea knocked on the carriage and let the driver set off. As the carriage wheels collided with the ground, the Archbishop whispered:

I know that last month, another group of refugees from the Kingdom of Gilneas and the Kingdom of Lordaeron crossed the border and voluntarily became citizens of the Kingdom of Stormwind. Like the people, they enjoy the power and freedom of a real human being, but with all due respect, Your Majesty, in the storm you are about to face, the support of the people is far less deadly than a dagger stabbed in the dark...

It's okay, my queen will protect me.

Varian smiled, and held his wife's slender waist, while Valeera, the elf assassin queen, shrugged. She didn't mind doing bad things, and it was for the man she loved. In the past two years, she had already She personally cut off the necks of many assassins who tried to hurt Varian. For a true master assassin like her, those assassins that nobles can hire are simply too amateurish.

Especially after the League of Assassins announced a year ago that they would no longer accept commissions to assassinate Varian, the quality of the assassins sent out plummeted, to the point of being a bit horrible.

Don't worry, Chaldea!

Varian patted his own archbishop on the shoulder, a trace of stubbornness flashed in his black eyes, and he said:

No matter what His Majesty Faol summoned me to come here, I will not be afraid! Those cowards can't get what they can't get on the battlefield, they can't get it with intrigue! As for the emperor's throne... Frankly speaking, I Don't care.

The gladiator king said calmly:

Anyone can be the emperor, as long as he can bring the empire back from the ashes. If they can do it, I'm even willing to give up the position of king and give them Stromkar, but... besides me, there are still Anyone else respond to the Pope's call?

His Majesty Fao issued a call to the kings a few days ago. This incident is well known. The melon-eaters of the empire have already sensed that the throne of the emperor, which has been vacant for many years, is about to usher in a new master. , The entire empire became restless because of this.

In the face of Varian's inquiry, the Archbishop of Chaldea shrugged, and he said with some disappointment:

No, you're the only one here.

This answer made Varian a little disappointed. It seems that the partners who grew up together also had their own ideas. He looked at Chaldea and said:

Alsace, didn't he come too?

Uh, I heard some gossip about His Majesty Alsace's absence.

Chaldea frowned and replied:

It is said that His Majesty Alsace and Queen Jaina planned to come here, but Lordaeron's noble council stopped their actions. They declared that once Alsace left Lordaeron, they would launch the impeachment of Alsace ...Because Arthas and Jaina have a son, the succession of Lordaeron is guaranteed, so according to the succession law of Lordaeron, the nobles can indeed unite and try to depose the king.

It's so stupid, they can't make it.

Valeera said disdainfully:

Alsace is very popular in Lordaeron, and the lower nobles also support him. Those big nobles are just humiliating themselves.

Everyone knows they cannot succeed, my queen.

Chaldea smiled wryly and said:

But they made this gesture to stop Alsace. They realized that once the Pope made a decision, whether it was from the level of faith or from the perspective of the brotherhood between Alsace and His Majesty Varian, His Majesty Alsace is likely to fall to Varian immediately, which the nobles do not want to see.

They don't want Varian to become emperor. They are afraid that Varian will spread the reforms of the Stormwind Kingdom to the entire empire. They are all crazy. For this reason, they even launched a rebellion... And this is not a terrible prophecy, I Your Majesty, just yesterday, on the border of the Kingdom of Stormgard, the earls of two counties declared to break away from the rule of the Kingdom of Stormgarde! Ms. Partress rushed back to Dustwallow Marsh overnight, and His Majesty Garin, It is said that it has been exhausted.

A group of cancerous tumors!

Varian's fist waved in the air, and a murderous look flashed in his scarred eyes:

The dark blade should have been let...

Your Majesty! Enough!

Varian's bitter speech made Chaldea's complexion change drastically, and the Archbishop scolded:

You can just think about it in your heart, but you can't say it! It's been so long, are you still not used to being a king?

Fu

The Gladiator King of the Stormwind Kingdom let out a sigh of relief. He opened his eyes and smiled at Chaldea:

Well, I'm just... annoyed, I'll keep an eye out, Chaldea.

Let's go, let's meet His Majesty Faol, let's see this venerable old man for a ride.

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This is the wine produced by the winery outside New Stormwind City. Your Majesty, I brought it here for you to taste.

In the Pope's dormitory in the Cathedral of Light, Varian was like meeting an elder. He held a bottle of beautifully decorated wine in his hand, without the airs of a king at all. The fine wine was poured into the glass, and then handed over to the Pope lying on the bed with both hands. Fao, who was getting old, seemed to be in good spirits today. He held the wine glass with slightly trembling hands, and then sipped it. Sip fine wine.

It stands to reason that patients cannot drink alcohol. But the current situation under the crown of Fao has probably reached the point of eating something good, so there are no taboos.

His Majesty was still like an ordinary old man, complaining to Varian who was sitting by his bed:

Oh, this wine is delicious, reminds me of the afternoon drinks in Stratholme, you don't know, little Varian, they won't let me have this for a while, and they won't let me have that, or Say something bad for your health... By the Light, look at me now, do I care about my health? Seriously, can't they just let an old man spend his last days to his heart's content?

The Pope's frank and frank words made Dejek the Pure and the Archbishop of Chaldea look sad, and Varian also reached out and patted the Pope's shoulder. He was like a real Like the juniors, he said sincerely:

Don't be discouraged, you will be fine, Ms. Tyrande will be here soon, and Ms. Myana, my son Anduin may invite a naaru to come over and take a look at your body ... You have to persevere, just like your past life, so much suffering has not been able to defeat you, you are like steel, Mr. Alonsus! This country still needs you.

There, there, little Varian.

In the last few days of this life, Faol's eyes became clear again, as if he had seen through the world, he said to Varian:

Don't comfort me, I know my situation, I have no regrets, little Varian, I am not afraid of death, but the only thing that makes me feel regretful is that I may no longer be able to see Seeing you take up your adoptive father's mantle...you know what I called you here for, right?

Hearing this, Varian nodded silently, and he said to Faol:

Actually, on the way here, I wanted to tell you that it doesn't matter whoever is the emperor, but... if it is in the name of Lothar, then I will say, if you want me to carry this burden, then I will Do as you expect, I will not fail my adoptive father, and I will not fail your expectations.

Ah, very good.

His Majesty Faol took another sip of his wine, heaved a sigh of relief, and said to Varian:

Actually, I should have made up my mind when you came back with Stromkar, but at that time, many factors were affecting me, but fortunately, it's not too late now, everything you did in Stormwind Kingdom, I I can see that the hope watered with blood is flourishing, and I see a scene that is completely different from the past 2,800 years.

They will say that you are following the model of the Federation and turning the Empire into a part of the Federation, but those idiots don't even have the courage to make a change, and they all bury their heads in the sand, but pretend to be very powerful.

His Majesty shook his head:

You made the change, you led the change, you found a way up for this country, Varian, that's why I'm determined now, you have courage that no one else has, you know, have Sometimes sacrifices have to be made in order to do the right thing, and you don’t abuse the power you have.”

In the past period of time, many people came to lobby me with many purposes. They tried to influence my judgment with gorgeous rhetoric and language, but I am just old and not blind.

No matter how sincere words are, they are not as good as one ten-thousandth of actions.

His Majesty the Pope stretched out his hand with a smile, and Dejek the Pure at the side immediately handed a scroll to the Pope. The old man sat up and handed the scroll to Varian. He said:

In the eyes of those people, power is power, high above, overlooking the world.

In your eyes, power means duty and mission. You will not only be the emperor, but also a strong shield to protect the people, and the leader of the flock. You must always be vigilant not to bring the flock to hell. ...

I know, you can do it, Lothar's will burns on you, little Varian, this is also his wish!

In Lothar's relics, there is a gift, a mission, and a blessing. Both the gift and the mission have been completed. Now only this blessing should be transferred to the real emperor... To be honest, I don't I know what is sealed in the scroll left by Lothar, but if you want to become the emperor, you must open it!

Varian glanced at his wife, then at Chaldea. Finally, he stretched out his hand and took the scroll. Under the gaze of religious expectation, the gladiator king tore the scroll open. Under the light of the moonlight, Varian's will left his body and went to a mysterious place.

Faol, on the other hand, drank the wine in his hand in one gulp. He groaned freely, then turned his head, and beckoned to the archbishop of Chaldea standing aside. When Chaldea approached, Faol With difficulty, he raised his holy staff, which represented the authority of the pope. Under Chaldea's surprised gaze, Fao put the holy staff in his hand.

The old man who sees things out of the world says to Chaldea:

I know that you have experienced darkness that ordinary people can't imagine. You are not a good person, but you are not a bad person either.

I choose you, Chaldea, because you have experienced darkness, and you know how precious light is. I believe that under your leadership, the Holy Light Church and all our believers will no longer be captured by darkness. ...you will be the benefactor of the Light, you will be a perfect embodiment of the Light, you will expound hope and shatter despair...

Promise me! You must do it!

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Varian didn't know what happened to the outside world. When he tore open the scroll, the soul spell engraved on it pulled his will into this cold and dark land. He even doubted whether his adoptive father Lothar had really been here before.

What's the secret in that scroll?

Here, where is it?

And just as Varian was looking at the surrounding environment, a familiar voice sounded in the surging darkness behind him, like a real old friend greeting.

Yo, Varian Wrynn...

The great lord holding two wine cups walked out of the darkness. Wherever he went, the darkness retreated obediently, revealing the true original appearance of this dead world to the soul of this living creature.

He looked at Varian, raised the cup in his hand, and said:

You came too late...

It's about 4 years later than I expected.

But it's okay, better late than never... Want a drink?