Azeroth’s Death Track

In Baitacheng Port, today's weather is a little darker, and the sky seems to be covered with a layer of gauze.

According to the shamans preaching in Baitacheng Port, there may be a light rain sweeping this seaside city this afternoon. This is not good news. When the rain falls, it will always interfere with many things, such as the cleaning of the city ruins , such as the work of the temporary housing area that is being built, and mourning.

It has been a week since the end of the Doomsday War. The noisy and fierce war seems to have happened yesterday. The people who survived by chance will even wake up suddenly in their sleep, or have to put a blanket under their pillows. Gun, or you can't sleep peacefully. Of course, there are still many familiar faces who have completely disappeared with the end of the war. Those friends who can no longer be seen seem to remind people that the war is real.

The changes it left to the world, and the price it takes to get through it, are so heavy and unacceptable.

In the cemetery in the early morning, in the wet and cold sea fog that has not yet dissipated, citizens dressed in black stood in twos and threes in front of the newly erected tombstone. The shadows in the mist looked like shadows, and from time to time, a carriage drove into the cemetery with a new coffin. Behind the carriage, there would always be a group of sad people following.

There are people who come and people who leave, and the sad atmosphere dissipates in the mist, making this land seem to be filled with tears of longing.

Mathias Shaw was wearing a black windbreaker and a gentleman's hat, with his left hand in his pocket and a bouquet of white dovetail flowers in his right hand.

Many of his friends and subordinates died in the Doomsday War. But as the chief officer of MI7, he didn't have much time to mourn the dead.

Detailed post-battle casualty reports throughout the Empire have not yet been compiled because of the sheer number of dead. Like the Federation that lost one-seventh of its population out of thin air, the Empire also suffered heavy losses. In fact, all civilizations in the entire world seem to have been severely stabbed. There is almost no intact city in this world. The impact of the Doomsday War on Azeroth will take a long time to heal.

Fortunately, the world survived.

The dead are gone, but the grieving living move on.

Xiao Er stood in the hazy mist, and he put the dovetail flower in his hand on the newly erected tombstone in front of his eyes. In front of him, lay a high-ranking assassin from SI7. All his relatives died in the Northern Border War. He was alone, but he couldn't escape the call of death.

Even after his death, only Xiao Er and Miao Miao came to see him off.

There are so many such victims that it is heartbreaking.

Ben, go at ease.

Xiao Er put his hands in the pockets of the windbreaker, he stood in front of the tombstone, he whispered:

We survived, and the whole world survived... I found a lost child who inherited your family's surname, and I will raise him personally, just like I raised you back then.

Sorry, Ben, I'm not a good teacher, otherwise... otherwise you should have survived.

A gust of cold wind blew up the corners of Xiao Er's windbreaker. He stared at the tombstone in front of him, and shook his head:

That's it, I'll see you again.

After speaking, Xiao Er put an old coin on the tombstone, then turned and left. The wind was blowing his body, and Xiao Er couldn't help wrapping the windbreaker even tighter. On this slightly cold morning, the master assassin seemed to feel the bone-chilling cold.

And at the moment Xiao Er left the cemetery, a childish voice sounded behind him.

Mr. Shore! Mr. Shore?

Um?

Xiao Er turned his head and saw a newspaper boy in black clothes waving his hands at him. The boy was carrying a large package of newspapers on his back, and he seemed to be working. Seeing that Xiao Er turned his head, the newspaper boy hurried towards Xiao Er, and he handed a letter and a small black bag to Xiao Er panting. The child with flushed cheeks explained:

A gentleman just now asked me to give you these two things.

After finishing speaking, it seemed that he was afraid that Xiao Er would not believe him, so the newsboy said again:

It's true! He described your clothes to me, and asked me to wait for you at the gate of the cemetery. Oh, yes, the clothes of that man are exactly the same as yours... His face, it seems... seems to be Exactly like you.

Shaw's eyes narrowed, and he reached out to take the letter and the heavy pouch, then took out a few coins, and said to the newsboy:

Well, little gentleman, you did a good job, this is my reward for you, take it.

He put the coin into the newsboy's hand, then turned and walked into a back alley, where a black engineering car was waiting for him.

Xiao Er sat in the back seat of the car and gestured to the driver. Accompanied by the low hum of the engine, this car, which is still relatively rare in the empire, drove into the Seventh Avenue that had just been cleaned.

With slight bumps, Xiao Er opened the letter, and he was very familiar with the font on it, because it was his font.

This is another him, a letter written to himself.

Madias:

By the time you read this letter, I have already left this world.

I'm sorry that I couldn't be by my grandmother's side when she passed away, but I know that you have completed the farewell ceremony for me. Although, you are just a fake...

You and I have been entangled for almost 15 years. Sometimes I chase you, sometimes you ambush me. The reason and purpose of our fight are so ridiculous. After I return from the dead, I hate You, because you took away my name and identity, I wanted to kill you so badly, to replace you, to get back my things. But in the end, I found that there was no need for this.

You and I had almost the same soul trajectories in the first half of our lives. On the battlefield of the Burning Plains, our destinies intertwined. I thought it was a tragedy, but it wasn't. It made me experience another life, and I don't Hate this kind of life, especially when I found that I pursued a nobler and more worthy path, and I no longer hated you.

Live well, find a woman who understands you, have a few children, and pass on the blood of the Xiao family.

I returned the spoils you deserved, but you must understand that there are two fangs of the Devourer. I put mine in a very far away place, if you want to make it complete... .”

Then, let's find it among the stars, or let your son look for it. Treat it as a mission passed down by the family, and treat it as my last joke.

Remember? This was our favorite 'scavenger hunt' when we were kids.

Anyway, goodbye, Mathias. This name, this identity, belongs to you forever, don't let it down.

——Black Shaw.

This letter is not long, and Xiaoer only took a few minutes to read it. The leader of MI7 did not have much expression on his face. He turned his head and looked at the small bag beside him. He stretched out his hand and picked up the bag. Open.

A dagger made of the teeth of some kind of terrifying beast was lying in it, shining with a cold light, emitting a reddish light.

It's a legendary weapon, but it's not complete.

Xiao Er took out the dagger, and between the movements of his five fingers, the dagger danced like a butterfly piercing a flower, and finally disappeared in Xiao Er's hand. He leaned on the leather car seat and relaxed. tone, muttering to himself:

Among the stars?

It's really a long distance... Heishor, you really know how to play...

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Wilderness of Feralas, ancient city of Eresalas.

Archmage Luo Ning waited anxiously outside the room of Windrunner Manor. This imposing archmage was no longer as wise as usual. He looked at the closed door from time to time and listened to the woman's painful cry from inside. Groaning, Luo Ning couldn't help clenching his fists.

Can you sit down?

On the other side, sitting on a chair, the ranger general Sylvanas Windrunner wearing ranger chain armor yelled in a low tone:

Sit there! Don't dangle! It makes me dizzy!

The one lying there is my wife!

Ronin retorted:

And my son who is about to be born! How do you make me calm down?

Shut up! That's my sister (sister)!

Cirvanas and Lilas beside her shouted at the same time, and the siblings stared at Rhonin with knife-like eyes, and the latter took a step back a little later. And Nathanos Marris, who was standing aside, looked at the tense situation in front of him, and he couldn't help persuading him:

Calm down, all of you, don't be nervous. It's not just you who are looking at Vereesa and her child. With the protection of the Lord of the Dead Realm, they will definitely be safe.

As soon as the words fell, the door of the manor hall was pushed open, and the city defense general Lor'themar Theron and his new wife, the great knight Earl Liadrin, hurried in, and Liadrin, who was still wearing armor, walked in. When he got to Cirvanas, the follower of the Holy Light asked in a low voice:

Is the situation okay? We rushed back as soon as we received the news...Is the baby born?

not yet.

Cirvanas looked worriedly at the closed door in front of her, and said:

It's been over an hour...I'm worried.

The Holy Light will bless Vereesa.

Liadrin comforted her. She sat next to her good friend, holding Sylvanas' hand, while Lor'themar stood with Ronin. The silent ranger patted Ronin on the shoulder, trying to Let the Archmage calm down.

Wow

A few minutes later, two children's cries sounded in the room, Rhonin, Lilas, and Cirvanas stood up at the same time, a few minutes later, the door opened, and the silver priest Ms. The infant baby came out, and she said to the three people in front of her:

It's two boys... and they are safe.

Very good!

Cirvanas stretched out her hand, and took one child gently, while Lilas Windrunner, the younger brother of the Windrunner family, took another child.

The eyes of these two babies have not yet been opened, but it can already be seen that they have the characteristics of mixed blood between humans and elves, and probably because their parents have dragon blood, these two children are in good health.

Luo Ning looked at his child, he turned his head, and walked quickly into the room, he looked at his weak wife on the bed, he gently half-kneeled by the bed, took his wife's hand, and gently kissed the back of her hand ,He said:

My little moon, thank you for your hard work.

Vereesa also looked at her husband, her face was covered with sweat, her eyes were tired and weak, she held Ronin's hand instead, and she said:

Just now...I saw my sister and brother-in-law just now. They are there to support me and encourage me...They are looking forward to the birth of the baby as much as we are. I will call them Terry and Ole.

All right.

Luo Ning smiled gently. He stretched out his hand and wiped his wife's sweat. He said:

Just do what you say.

There is good news, Vereesa.

Liadrin walked up to Vereesa, with pure holy light blooming from her hands, easing Vereesa's fatigue. She said to her good friend:

The envoy sent by the Sun King has returned, and he brought back the exact news that the ecological natural disaster in Quel'Thalas has completely stopped, and the ecology of that land has been restored. Maybe in a few years, we will be able to return to our hometown , and your two children can also grow up on the land of the Windrunner family, just like when we were children.

The sun well?

Luo Ning frowned and asked:

Hasn't the Sunwell already been destroyed?

The Sun King has plans of his own.

Lor'themar Theron walked up to his wife, and with his hands behind his back, he said to Rhonin:

It is said that His Majesty has been in contact with those night children recently, and he has found a way to completely cure the magic addiction. The Sunwell, which was destroyed but still has hope of recovery, will be a very important part.

Ere Salas will not be abandoned either.

The ranger lord looked out of the window. On the street in the distance, elven magicians were manipulating huge golems to clean up the ruins left by the Doomsday War. Lor'themar said:

Dalaran has been destroyed in the Battle of Doomsday. This city will become the new residence of Dalaran. It has also been transformed into a super-large research base. We and the Empire will cooperate here to explore the combination of engineering and magic. It’s like the Black Iron District of the Federation. We will also explore ways to step into the stars, the Federation is already one step ahead, and we cannot be left behind by the new era.”

These words made Luo Ning feel something, and he also looked at the end of the city. There, the foundation of a mage tower has been laid. Maybe it won't be long before this city will have a huge magic area, which is It symbolizes the future.

The darkest past is over, and a new age has dawned.

No one can predict what will happen in the future, but it will certainly not be worse than the past...

Perhaps, it's time to let go of the past and welcome a new era with open arms.