Azeroth’s Death Track

In a room in Andorhal City, Stratholme District, Silver Dawn Order Country.

Archbishop Turalyon of the Legion of Holy Light was sitting at his desk, browsing the outline plan for the reconstruction of Andorhal City. From time to time, he wrote his opinions on the thick plan book. Although it was dusk and the golden sunset was still shining in the room outside the window, the crystal lamp on the desk had already been turned on.

During the Doomsday War, Turalyon single-handedly slew three high-ranking demon lords, but he also suffered a curse spell from the Necromancer Lord. He is nearly blind in both eyes, and from the end of the war until now, he has used the energy of the holy light to wash away the magic power of the curse every day. Today, he can already see things, but his eyesight is still not fully restored.

Coupled with Turalyon's gray-haired head and the old-fashioned and simple priest's robe, this is a great knight who is close to the form of an old man. But Turalyon is only in his 40s this year, so he's not old yet.

Just when the great knight finished reading the last page of the urban reconstruction plan and stamped his personal seal on the plan, a weak wind suddenly blew into the room, and the shadows at the corners of the wall also faded. Shaking, as if being given a life of darkness.

Turalyon didn't raise his head, he didn't seem to feel anything abnormal in the room at all. He put the plan in his hand aside, picked up another document, looked at it under the light, and said without raising his head:

You came...

Accompanied by the great knight's inquiry, the dark shadow in the corner of the room twisted strangely, like a figure covered in a black veil, and the guy's face could not be seen clearly among the shadows.

The shadow-shaped visitor stretched his arms easily, and he responded in a hoarse voice:

Yes, I'm here.

You shouldn't be here.

Turalyon picked up his signature pen, and he said:

At least it shouldn't be this time. Aren't you all used to acting at night?

See what you say.

The existence of the shadow gathering is very familiar and said haha:

We are terrifying demons. We will come whenever we want! Wherever we want to go, we will go!

This is the land of the Order of the Silver Dawn!

The great knight signed his name on the document in his hand, he paused for a moment, and said:

As long as I give an order, hundreds of paladins will round up you. In the current situation in Azeroth, as long as you dare to reveal your whereabouts, you will die. Now no one is afraid of demons , you lose...

The one who loses is the Burning Legion!

The shadow stood upright and took a step forward, exposing itself to the golden sunset, revealing Kathanatier's pale, distorted face. There was a strange smile on his face. On his finger, there was a ring made of the skull of a terrifying demon king. In the other hand, he was leaning on a white bone cane. He said:

not us!

The Devil Star Sea Empire didn't lose. In fact, we are also on the winner's side.

Casanatiel pulled away the chair in front of Turalyon, and he sat on it carelessly. Putting the white bone cane aside, resting his cheek with his left hand, he casually picked up the emblem of the holy light visited on Turalyon's table with his right hand, and played with it in his ferocious claws.

Under the light of the spar desk lamp, Turalyon raised his head and looked at Kassanatier in front of him. The great knight looked at the pair of demon eyes. In the reflection of those eyes, he seemed to see another self.

Are you here to retrieve your belongings?

Turalyon asked:

Your identity, your status, your reputation, and your name?

Facing this question, Cassanatier shrugged, and the dreaded demon king asked maliciously:

If I really want to get those things back, what will you do? Bow your head and die?

Your service to the world of Azeroth is indelible.

Grand Knight Turalyon said bluntly:

Compared to those great things you have done, those unimaginable humiliation, succumbed to the demons, and reversed the situation several times... What I have done is not worth mentioning. I was even brought into it by Zela. On the wrong path. Therefore, if you need all this back, I will give it back to you calmly.

Oh, hypocrisy!

The Dread Demon King snorted disdainfully, he waved his hand unmoved, and said:

Keep those things for yourself, I don't need them.

The first lord of Nathrezim stood up. He walked to the window and looked at the city that was being rebuilt below. He stretched his arms wide and leaned against the window with his arms folded. , to Turalyon behind him:

I am now the first consul of the Devil Star Sea Empire, which is equivalent to your emperor. I have a high position and authority, and I am sitting on the territory of an entire galaxy. As long as I give an order, the violent demons will conquer more for me. The world, more civilizations...why should I go back to this boring world and be an old, old-fashioned ascetic paladin again?

A sly smile flashed across Casanatiel's face, he reached out and grabbed the floating devil's cane in his hand, he said:

You may be pitying me, but Turalyon, believe me, my life is much more comfortable than yours... My happiness is beyond your imagination.

Then what are you here for?

The great knight Turalyon looked at the demon in front of him, and he knew that in the soul of this demon, there was also a part called Turalyon, which was another him. Just like the relationship between Shaw and Black Shore, but the relationship between the two Turalyons is obviously more complicated.

You crossed the distance of the star sea, did you come here specifically to humiliate me?

Humiliation? No no no.

Casanatiel flicked his claws, and he said:

I just came to see how the other 'me' is doing...By the way, there are still some 'trivial' things that need your help.

The archbishop of the Legion of Holy Light looked at Casanatiel, he couldn't see any emotion on the face of the dreaded demon king. But he instinctively felt that it would definitely not be easy for this guy to come here and ask him for help.

At least not as simple as he said.

Tell me, what is it?

Turalyon put down the document in his hand, he looked at the demon, and the demon said:

About the establishment of diplomatic relations between the Star Sea Empire and the Azeroth civilization. Azeroth defeated the Burning Legion, ended the Burning Crusade, and became the savior of the stars. It’s a legend. But some people seem to have deliberately ignored that the Star Sea Empire also contributed to the defeat of the Burning Legion.”

We are allies, and we should stand together. What's more, the two worlds are so far apart, there is no threat at all. But there are some old-fashioned people in this world who are trying their best to oppose the Star Sea Empire in Azeroth. They even want to send troops to kill my subordinates.”

Casanatiel licked his lips with a bright red tongue, looked at Turalyon in front of him, and said:

That's right, what I'm talking about is the island of Azsuna, which is hanging overseas. Ms. Fuslax has been appointed by me as the Star Sea Empire's ambassador to Azeroth. I need to use your reputation in the human empire to convince those Stubborn guys, accept Azsuna's legal status... Demons are also living beings, we are no different from you, Sargeras has ended the Burning Crusade, and the Burning Legion is on the verge of disintegration... The next era of demon civilization, Destined to belong to the Star Sea Empire!

Instead of letting the demons run around in the stars, why don't you help me spread the power of the Star Sea Empire to the stars, and let me put a bridle on those rebellious demons.

They're threats...threats should be managed. It's good for you, it's good for us, you know what I mean?

Kassanatyr's request made Turalyon couldn't help but close his eyes and meditate. He stretched out his fingers and rubbed his forehead. After a few minutes, he opened his eyes and looked at the demon in front of him. He nodded:

I'll try to move this thing forward, but I can't guarantee it.

That's enough!

Kassanatiel nodded in satisfaction, this cunning dread demon dynasty winked at Turalyon:

You are not the only one I am looking for... In short, thank you for your help. Then treat yourself better... At least find a woman to relieve your loneliness. I think it would be nice to see that light-forged little hoof guarding you outside the door... Have fun in time.

After finishing speaking, Kassanatyr let out a sly laugh, just like when he came, and disappeared into Turalyon's office without a sound. And the picture in front of the big knight's eyes suddenly scattered like shattered glass.

His eyes opened the next moment. Turalyon raised his head and looked left and right. There was no one in the office, and the golden sunset was still shining outside the window. The conversation just now seemed like a dream.

Turalyon picked up something on the desk in front of him. It was a ring, a demon ring made from the skull of the Dread Demon King.

It's like a... gift.

swish

The figure of Kassanatil appeared in the woodlands of the Tirisfal region. There, the dreadlord Balnazzar has shown the appearance of the former Grand Lich Khadgar. Behind him, there is a floating shadow, among which is the hidden half-orc undead assassin Garona.

Khadgar completed his redemption and set Garona free. Garona has no nostalgia for Azeroth, she will follow Khadgar to the Star Sea Empire deep in the stars, where she will spend the rest of her long life.

This, probably can be regarded as another sense of staying together for life.

It's time to go.

Kassanatil looked at Khadgar and Garona behind him, the first lord of Nathrezim stretched his neck, and said:

Nathreza still has a lot to do. It's not easy for those demons to learn to obey the rules. So, let's hurry up and say goodbye to this world.

After finishing speaking, he raised his foot and stepped into the transmission light beam of the demon starship in front of him. At the moment when he was about to disappear, Khadgar suddenly asked:

You said, do we still have a chance to meet those friends from the past?

have it.

Casanatiel thought about it seriously, he raised his head, looked at the sky under the dusk, and said:

If we and them are lucky enough...

Probably, we can meet again in the sea of ​​stars.

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swish

The figure of Bolvar Fortagan, who was wearing a black robe, appeared in the dim conference hall in the form of a projection. He looked around and said:

Now that everyone is here, let's get started!

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Bovar's voice was like a sign, and the next moment, all the shadows in the conference hall were dispelled. On the chairs belonging to the Forgotten Kings placed around the stone round table in front of Bolvar, projections suddenly appeared one after another.

But compared to the heyday of the Forgotten Kings Council, there are fewer people sitting here.

King Terenas looked around, and there was a vacant chair beside him. The old man in golden armor sighed:

Oh, Dai Lin left anyway, he is such a free person, no one can trap him.

Your Excellency Velen and Anasterian also left with the High Lord.

Bolvar looked at the vacant seat beside him and said:

It seems that compared to the changes in the world of Azeroth, the endless scenery of the death star sea is more suitable for them.

Because their mission in this world has been completed.

Gene, who had just transformed into a dead spirit, snorted:

They all talk fiercely, but what they do is the cause of salvation. Azeroth has been saved, and there are still so many civilizations that have not yet been liberated. What's more, we only have 500 years, which is not short. , but definitely not long.

Yes! That's what we're going to discuss today.

The Lord Dark Prophet Drek'Thar, who is the rotating speaker, coughed lightly. The old orc with a black cloth covering his eyes picked up the small hammer in his hand and tapped on the table. He said:

Before we get down to business, let's talk about the succession of the spare seats of the forgotten kings.

According to the High Lord's proposal before leaving, Gallywix, the trade prince of the Bilgewater Plutocrats, should occupy a seat. After the goblin dies... Well, after 57 years, he will become one of us.

The other members nodded. The addition of this goblin was hand-picked by the great lord, so naturally there was no other objection.

There is also the current emperor Varian Wrynn, who will enter the parliament after 87, and the Grand Speaker of the Federation, Van Cleef, this guy who has started to overeat, if he is lucky, he can live again 34 years, if he's unlucky...

The orc elder paused, and said in a playful tone:

Then maybe within ten years, we will welcome a new member of parliament. So, do you have any opinions on these two candidates?

The entire meeting room was peaceful, and no one had any objections. So Drek'Thar took out another document and projected it in front of the forgotten kings. The document was very similar to the report they used to judge the development of each civilization, but its content was different from that of the representative The reports of war and punishment are quite different.

boom

Drek'Thar tapped the table with a mallet, and he said seriously:

Then, let's get down to business.

About the next era, about the mission left by the great lord before leaving... 500 years will push Azeroth into the era of interstellar colonization, and find a way to resist the void and restrain the void!

How do we push this world forward? How do we inspire the Azeroth civilization to enter the stars? And how do we ensure that this civilization will not experience large-scale internal strife and turmoil...

Forgetting the heavy mission of the Council of Kings, how can we accomplish it? These are issues we need to consider.

He gave us liberty and the world a generous liberty and future...

What should we do to live up to him?

Everyone, speak freely!