Azeroth’s Death Track

The city square of Baita City Port, this not grand place, has held many important ceremonies, because it is located in front of the Guangming Cathedral, and the priests of the cathedral hold large-scale sermons here every week Therefore, this square can be regarded as a holy place in the hearts of believers.

And today, the square was rearranged by the priests of the church for Varian Wrynn's emperor's coronation ceremony.

Of course, because this ceremony lacks the help of nobles who understand ancient etiquette, the arrangement of this coronation ceremony is much inferior to that of Lothar's coronation ceremony in Stromgarde more than ten years ago. And it did not highlight the majesty of imperial power.

But that's not the most important thing!

The real important thing about a ceremony is the participants. All the decorations and embellishments are to bring out the temperament and demeanor of the participants. If the protagonists participating in the ceremony are grand enough and have enough majesty, then even if the ceremony is held in the wilderness Coronation, that scene will be like the grandest celebration.

Taking a step back, 2800 years ago, the coronation ceremony of Emperor Thoradin, who unified many tribes and established the human empire, would definitely not be more gorgeous than today's ceremony, but so what?

The simple venue, the rude people, the newly enlightened civilization, no complicated and cumbersome rituals, and no traditions representing noble blood, but this still will not change the irreplaceable importance of Emperor Thoradin in human civilization.. .

The emperor's throne does not honor the emperor.

The existence of the emperor endowed the throne with real meaning.

Those who do not understand this will never be able and are not worthy to sit on that throne.

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The light of the portal lit up in the hall of the Cathedral of Light. The two archmages Vargos and Luinwivor from Dalaran maintained the operation of the portal with a little difficulty. On the other side, Archmage Rhonin and Grand Warlock Kel'Thuzad, the four top spellcasters of Azeroth opened a portal, and it seemed so difficult, which meant that there must be some other forces interfering with this. The opening of the portal.

The nobles' counterattack is all-round. If they can disrupt the opening of the portal and directly throw Varian Wrynn into the chaotic space storm and tear him to pieces, then why would they want to fight with real swords and guns? Woolen cloth?

But obviously, the combination of the war shaman of the horror totem and the dark warlock of the Burning Blade clan that the nobles spent a lot of money together cannot interfere with the operation of the magic power of the archmages, and this stupid obstruction also exposed those who cast spells. On the edge of the cathedral, the archmage Maud stretched his hands to straighten her beautiful dress. The old lady waved her fingers. The fierce battle mage immediately turned and left.

Those bastards who dare to challenge the majesty of Dalaran will soon be wiped out by the new Dalaran battle mages swarming in. Dalaran's participation in such a thing is almost equivalent to a slap in the face of the empire , any bloody person will not bear it.

swish

Wearing the emperor's robe, Varian Wrynn was the first to walk out of the portal with a scepter in his hand. His majesty, the soon-to-be-crowned emperor, was naturally aware of the filth behind this journey, but he ignored it and continued Joking with Archbishop Chaldea who greeted them in church.

Ah, this is almost the worst teleportation I've ever experienced, but it's not as good as the experience of using the teleportation stone in the arena.

That joke is not funny, my lord.

The archbishop of Chaldea was also dressed up today. The white robe on his body was very similar to Pope Alonsus Fao's Holy Spirit robe. The white robe was dotted with the emblem and runes of the Holy Light. On his shoulders There are two golden rune belts hanging down, and a gem-studded priest crown on top of the head, which looks very solemn and majestic.

He helped Varian adjust his clothes with his hands. The archbishop looked a little nervous, and he said:

The apologist knight just reported that there may be some malicious people hidden in the crowd who came to watch the ceremony. Bishop Constantine is leading the ascetic monks to investigate, but if possible, I hope you cancel or postpone it. The parade around the city after the ceremony, this is not a joke, Varian, they may not kill you, but they will undoubtedly make you look bad, this is the dirty trick of those nobles, they are trying to humiliate you.

No! Chaldea.

Varian glanced back at his wife and son holding the emperor's sword, and Onyxia, the countess of the black dragon who was guarding them, as well as the Prime Minister of the Storm Council, Duke Aeblock, and the councilors who came to watch the ceremony and the officials, and finally Gelbin Mekkatorque, the Minister of Industry riding on a strange mechanical bird, wearing a custom-made tuxedo and waistcoat, and wearing a tall black hat, he ordered nodded, and said to Chaldea:

Those nobles are provoking. If I cancel the ceremony, it means they know that I am afraid of them!

And I'm not afraid of them, they should be afraid of me...Everything goes on as usual!

Varian waved his fingers and said frankly to Chaldea:

It's here! It's in this city! I will tell them with my actions. If they were only afraid of me and the blood king Varian before, then from today onwards, they should feel afraid!

Oh, it's really like your style.

The archbishop heaved a sigh of relief, he turned sideways to make way for Varian, then reached out to take the temple and the cane handed over by the priests, he bowed his head slightly, and said to Varian:

Then it will be as you wish, Your Majesty the Emperor!

In front of Varian, the exit of the Cathedral of Light is like a door shining with sunlight and white light. It is the final staircase. As long as he steps through there, he will appear among his people as the Emperor of the Empire. In front of him, from now on, Varian Wrynn will embark on a path completely different from his original destiny.

It was as if two parallel lines opened before his eyes, one leading to the emperor's throne decorated with endless majesty, and the other leading to the doomsday battlefield of endless bloody battles.

This is his fate...

Varian was holding the scepter, he took a deep breath, at the same time as the grand music sounded, and at the moment when the whole square was silent, he straightened his body, and stretched out his hand to hold Queen Valeera's belt. Holding the hand of white lace gauze, he said:

Then... come on!

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Accompanied by the sound of grand music resounding throughout the Baita City Port, the bustle of people in the square gradually became quieter. The high places around the square and every window in the attic were crowded with people who came to watch the ceremony. .

Most of them are believers, and some are supporters from the Stormwind Kingdom. They firmly believe that if their king can change the Stormwind Kingdom, then he will definitely be able to change the empire.

And on the viewing platform at the ceremony venue, representatives of various forces who came to watch the ceremony were also whispering to each other.

This will be a new chapter in the Empire of Man, there's no doubt about it.

Feather Moon General Shandris, who was sitting on the second step, took off his battle armor in a rare way today, and changed into a night elf-style dress. She held a little girl in her arms, and beside her, Jarod Shadowsong was sitting in a tuxedo, holding a boy in his arms. After hearing what Shandris said, Jarod moved his slightly sore arms and said softly:

My understanding of humans is not as deep as yours, Shandris, but look at these people, their eyes are full of hope for the future... This shows that Mr. Varian, who is about to become emperor, is a capable A monarch who brings hope must also be a good ruler.

he is.

Shandris glanced at Garald, she looked left and right, and then quietly rested her head on Garald's shoulder, and Garald's body seemed a little stiff at this moment, but he quickly relaxed When they got down, the posture of the two of them was like a young couple showing their affection in public. Shandris' cheeks were a little red, and she whispered:

Varian is a human monarch that even mothers think is excellent. You should know how high your mother's vision is...

oh?

Garrod suddenly became interested. He looked at the exit of the church in front of him and said:

That's really surprising, but Shandris, when did the dwarves have so many branches? I thought they only had the three clans of Bronzebeard, Wildhammer, and Dark Iron.

On the steps in front of Jarod, the Council of Six Hammers of the dwarves sent representatives of all the clans for this grand ceremony, led by the dwarf queen Moira Bronzebeard, to watch the ceremony.

The representatives of the earth spirits, frost dwarves, and iron dwarves who have been living in Northrend, isolated from the world, have never seen so many beings gathered here, and their understanding of Azeroth civilization is not deep. , so these new members of world civilization looked very surprised. They kept looking around, and shouted a few words that no one could understand from time to time. This posture was very inconsistent with the solemn demeanor of the representatives of other forces on the viewing platform.

The dwarf queen, Moira, also had a bit of embarrassment on her face. While asking the dwarf representatives to be quiet, she felt that it might be a wrong choice to bring this group of bumpkins from the Northrend continent to such an important ceremony.

But the sun king Kael'thas and the dark moon war god Ms. Tyrande sitting next to the dwarves were very curious about these new dwarves. They chatted with the earth spirits and frost dwarves in Titan language, and seemed to be having a good time.

The representative sent by the draenei is the Grand Consul Maraad. This garrison officer has a silent temperament. He occasionally talks to the great shaman Nobundo beside him, and he is very gentlemanly. Yes, Miss Bridget, who came here on behalf of the Order of the Silver Dawn, answered a few questions about the teachings of the Holy Light.

On the other side of the viewing platform, Bain the Maverick was introducing the guests on the viewing platform for his new wife, Meera Gaoling, and at the same time trying to describe the intricate political situation in Kalimdor to her, but Meera was Only interested in the pretty dresses the ladies around you are wearing.

Great Chief Thrall came here in person today. He not only represented the tribe, but also came here in a private capacity. He and Varian have a good relationship. After going through several battles together, they became friends. The relationship between men Friendship is so simple, and beside Thrall, Warsong Warlord Garrosh put on a well-fitting dress for the first time today. Beside Garrosh, there was a strange orc girl.

That was his childhood sweetheart, the orc girl Agna, who was born in the Nagrand Grassland of Draenor. This time, she came to Azeroth and the orc tribe on behalf of Gaia An Zongmother. Talk about business and trade between the Nagrand orcs and the Horde.

But obviously, there seems to be some unclear relationship between Agnar and Garrosh.

On the other side of Thrall, Dranosh Saurfang and his cousin Sola Saurfang were also chatting, and Dranosh keenly felt that his cousin's gaze had been lingering On Thrall, this clever orc kept talking about Thrall's past glorious history, which made Sola's eyes shine.

Perhaps Great Chief Thrall, who has always been single, will soon welcome his suitors.

Vol'jin, who came here on behalf of the trolls, didn't care much about these ceremonies. He was sitting on the viewing platform, still playing with his voodoo doll. Princess Talanji, from the Zandalari trolls, shifted slightly, trying to get away from the glistening voodoo doll and Vol'jin himself.

And the tall archdruid Hamuul Runetotem, who came to watch the ceremony on behalf of the Blightcaller, discussed the mysteries of druid spells with the Elder Black Horn beside him. Black Horn is the representative of the Highmountain Tauren, He came here this time to strengthen the relationship with the Bloodhoof Tauren under the order of Great Chief Ulan Gaoling.

The discussion between the two cows made the centaur representatives behind them dismissive. The centaurs formed the Windchasing Royal Court a few years ago and were also trying to enter the large circle of Kalimdor civilization. For the savage centaurs, this is not an easy job, but the centaurs also have their own pride. They were born from the marriage of the guardians of nature and the princesses of the earth, so the centaurs believe that they are the orthodox of natural forces. Heir.

All druid spells are evil ways!

Goblins are naturally indispensable for such a lively occasion. The Steamwheedle Consortium, Bilgewater Consortium, and venture capital companies all sent representatives, and these guys seized the opportunity to sell the latest products to these high-ranking people around them. The first one to be fooled was the pandaren representative who didn't have too much vigilance. It was a simple and honest pandaren monk in leather armor. His name was Ji Firepaw. The sweetheart of the Wandering Isle, a lady named Aisha Yunsong.

Even the unknown Aqir Empire sent envoys. It was a newly born high priest of Ankaha, a nerubian, and Zorlok, the prime minister of the mantid, standing at the edge of the viewing platform. , these ancient bugs are very dissatisfied with this crude scene, they are talking to each other in bugman language, translated, it seems to be discussing, now these meat people, which one tastes better... er , Fortunately, no one here understands the insect language.

What's more worth noting is that at the end of the viewing stand, there are more than a dozen tall vrykul wearing animal skin robes...

That was the Vrykul from Stormheim. Recently, after the twilight of the gods, the Vrykul tribes there began to try to form an alliance to face the complicated world in front of them. This time, the emperor's coronation ceremony, the new Stormwind The Minister of Etiquette of the city also sent an invitation to the civilization of the Broken Isles. The elders of the Vrykul discussed for a few days and felt that there was no harm in coming to see the world, so they sent the most powerful lads from each tribe to come together .

And the strong, bald man with runes tattooed on his face is the leader of this group of boys...

His name was Tyrael, and he was carrying a golden war sword fused with fallen fragments from heaven, a horn of white bones hung on his waist, and a gorgeous golden ring on his thick and powerful fingers.

All the civilizational forces have sent representatives, and the whole scene is full of gold because of these distinguished guests, but it is regrettable that even when the ceremony is about to start, the representatives from the other four human kingdoms still Still haven't entered...

Even the Federation, which has been at loggerheads with the Empire, has sent a few congressmen, but as a branch of the Empire, the silence of other kingdoms seems to represent...some kind of imaginative...

Waves...