Azeroth’s Death Track

When it was decided to contact the Draenei, the upper echelons of Stormwind City had discussions about follow-up work.

The king's think tank predicted the requests that the Draenei would make. Among them, the request for territory was bound to appear, and it was a very crucial one.

Varian is very willing to be friends with the Draenei. The fighting power and technological level displayed by the Draenei in the retreat of the War of the Damned deserves the attention of Stormwind City, but it is related to the national territory. There is no way to be too generous.

The Kingdom of Stormwind is a typical feudal and feudal country. Although the kingdom has a vast territory, each piece of territory has its own lord, just like the Duke of Aberlock in the Twilight Forest, who holds the land control of the entire Twilight Forest And law enforcement power, coupled with the huge military strength of the Night Watchman Legion that expanded rapidly in the orc war, it is inevitable for the Stormwind City officials to be vigilant against the Duke of Aebrock.

But now, facing the request of the prophet, the king and the duke looked at each other, and then the king pondered for a moment, and said:

The Kingdom of Stormwind is willing to accept the temporary residence of the Draenei. I have already sent a letter to Duke Solomon of Redridge Mountain. He is willing to demarcate a residential area for the Draenei by the water-stop lake of Redridge Mountain. It is a mountainous area. The supplies are abundant enough to support tens of thousands of people, but the problem is that the place is currently occupied by a group of gnolls and murlocs, so if you want to move into a new home, you need to eliminate those threats first.

The young king spoke sincerely to the Prophet:

Duke Solomon allowed the Draenei to live in his territory for 5 years without compensation. After 5 years, he needs to pay some symbolic taxes. After all, as a lord, he also has to maintain his majesty.

Well, I have to thank that duke for his generosity.

The Prophet is very satisfied with this result. He is ready to be rejected by King Varian. The world of Argus has also experienced the feudal era. He understands the thinking of feudal kingdom lords from the classics, and according to the People have a shallow understanding of the southern part of the mainland. Although the Red Ridge Mountains belong to the border of the Stormwind Kingdom, they are very suitable for the Draenei to live in in the early stage, regardless of their population or abundance.

Five years is enough time.

The Grand Defense Officer also showed a smile on his face, and he said softly: Danas told me that there are still many lands that have not been used in this world. I believe that with the goodwill of the Alliance, the draenei can find own home.

Well, on this point, we are also willing to help.

Mathias Shaw, who has been silent all this time, said:

As far as the current situation of the draenei is concerned, the first suggestion I can give is that you can go to the continent at the other end of the endless sea, Kalimdor. We don't know much about that continent, but how The voyage route to there has been found out. According to a few words of description, it is an unexplored wild land, but there are mysterious night elves who regard that continent as their own territory, but it is said that those closed elves are very Difficult to deal with.

Oh? Elf?

The Prophet blinked and asked, Is it the same elf as Tyrion?

No, no, Tyrion Dawnblade is a high elf. His hometown is Quel'Thalas at the northern end of the Eastern Continent. Most high elves live there.

General Danas introduced the Prophet:

The elves in Kalimdor are night elves. We don't know the grievances between the two elves, but there is no doubt that they are not friends. Compared with Quel'Thalas, who is more civilized and more willing to integrate into the alliance, the night elves It is a typical theocratic country... No, they may not even have the concept of a country, but only exist as a huge force. Master Shaw is right. If you want to open up the wilderness, although Kalimdor is easy to reach, It's not the right place.

So, I personally lean more towards a second opinion.

Master Shaw smiled, the assassin even had a cold feeling when he laughed, he said softly:

North, in the north of the world, the land of ice and snow, called Norrend, few ships can get there through the wind and snow, but according to some adventurous pioneers of the Kingdom of Lordaeron According to the news sent back, that continent also has enough land, and it is very suitable for living, and there are not too powerful forces there except for the mysterious dragon, which is very suitable for the current Draenei.

I also have a map of Northrend in my collection.

King Varian raised his glass and said with a smile, If you want it, I'd love to give it to you.

After this exchange, although the worry in the eyes of the Prophet has not been alleviated, finding a livable continent for the displaced people is also a very good result. Therefore, the Prophet also raised his glass and said to the big shots in front of him:

Then, on behalf of my people, I would like to thank Stormwind City for your help! During our stay in the Stormwind Kingdom, if the king is in need and we can help, the draenei are obliged!

After a round of toasting, King Varian, who was already a little drunk, blinked his eyes suddenly, and asked in a low voice:

Prophet, the next question is of great interest to me personally. I passed the report of the Grand Knight of Turalyon. He said that you are already 25,000 years old. Is this true?

Well, of course that's not true.

The Prophet waved his hands dumbfounded. Looking at the disappointed expression of the young king, the Prophet squinted his eyes and looked at this young man who was bearing the heavy responsibility of the king, but was actually just a child. There was a trace of emotion and nostalgia in his eyes. whispered:

I have only experienced the 25,000-year long flight of the Draenei, but I was an adult in the time of Argus... So if you really want to know the answer, young king, I will Tell you...

My current exact age is... 30145 years old.

Wow!

With King Varian's exclamation, the atmosphere of the whole banquet became more cheerful, and the Draenei finally found new friends in the new world. Maybe this is a pretty good start. .

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Just after the banquet was over, when the Prophet and the priests of the Stormwind Kingdom were discussing the way of the Holy Light, at the far northernmost tip of the Kalimdor continent, amidst the flying yellow sand in the sky, in the southeast corner of the desert, was surrounded by time. A small banquet is also going on in the cave of time, the mysterious bronze dragon abode surrounded by power.

In this empty cave, the brilliance of the quicksand of time floats in the depths of the cave, and many dragonmen with the blood of the bronze dragon walk quietly past the illusory huge hourglass in the center of the cave.

It makes sense for the dragon people to be cautious. The manager of this timeline, Ms. Seifel, just returned here not long ago, but her temper has become very weird. In the past two days alone, several unlucky ghosts have been killed. Ma'am was fined to guard the time of the War of the Ancients. That was a terrible job, and if you didn't pay attention, you would lose your life.

Dragon people are not bronze dragons, they don't have the powerful talent of immortality like bronze dragons.

At this time, Ms. Seifel was entertaining her friends in her palace. This is a palace located in the past time. All kinds of magic equipment, it seems that this should belong to a powerful magic race.

You are still the same as before, Sefiel, so uncreative.

Sitting on the throne of the palace, the blond dwarf shaking her head disdainfully looked at the surrounding buildings. She crossed her arms in dissatisfaction and whispered:

Accepting me again in Queen Azshara's palace, you know, I don't like this place.

But I like it!

Sefiel, who was wearing a white off-the-shoulder dress, approached the palace with a basket of fruit and placed it in front of the weird blond dwarf.

Eat, you glutton, this is the fruit I picked from Cenarius' forest. If I remember correctly, this is your favorite.

Wow!

The jumping dwarf let out an exaggerated exclamation, she grabbed a purple berry, the juice splashed with a click, and a green walnut was pinched in the other hand, she was exaggeratedly moved by the food mouth, said vaguely:

I love you the most, my good friend Sefiel.

Looking at her friend, Chromie, who was considered by many bronze dragons to be deviant, there was a trace of hesitation in Sefiel's blue eyes, but in the end, when Chromie began to eat the third berry, she sat Next to Romy, on the enlarged throne, she almost pressed against Chromy's head, and asked in a low voice:

I found out your secret!

ah?

Chromie turned her head and looked at Sefiel with a dull face, with a fruit leaf still sticking to the corner of her mouth:

What secret? What are you talking about? You have become very weird after you came back this time, Sefiel, what happened to you in Outland?

Chromi spoke heartlessly as usual, trying to change the subject, but the flickering panic in her yellow snake eyes did not hide from Sefiel, who sighed, stretched out his hands, Hugging the dwarf's short body, this action made Chromie's body stiffen.

This is an intimate move that Sefiel, who has always been aloof, has never done before. It reminded Chromie of some bad things, and she stammered:

Sefiel, you...what's wrong with you? I remember, I remember that many males are chasing you, but you always dismiss them, you can't be...

Chromie... I was captured by a group of disgusting undead, in Draenor.

Sefiel buried her head behind the white robe on Chromie, and she said in a voice so low that only two people could hear:

The leader of those undead, a mortal named Tyrion, he asked me to come back to you, you know? The timeline I manage...has been messed up, I dare not report this news to Nozdormu, Because that mortal told me... the great bronze dragon lord, the great time lord, has...

Already crazy!

Chromie lowered her head and took Sefiel's topic softly. She clenched the half-eaten berry tightly in her hand. Her face no longer had the heartless smile she had before, and was replaced by a calm, but blond The despair in the dwarf's eyes couldn't be hidden from Sefiel.

Sefiel, what else did that human tell you?

Chromie broke away from Sefiel's embrace. She grabbed Sefiel's wrist with her left hand and stared at her only friend. She asked sternly:

You said that the timeline you manage is chaotic. To what extent is it chaotic? Have you seen it at the end of time? Have you told anyone else about it?

No, you are the first to know, and you are the only one I can trust.

Seifel shook his head haggardly:

As for the timeline, my timeline was forcibly distorted by Tyrion. Except for the past that remained the same, everything else has been changed. But everything he participates in will eventually become chaotic, and at the end, time At the end of the world, there is chaos, and there is no clear future.

Just before I left...

Sefiel pursed her lips, her body was trembling a little, she gritted her teeth and said: Those undead, the undead of Draenor, commander of Tyrion, they defeated the demon's invasion of Draenor... Kaza Ke died in Hellfire Peninsula, which makes me feel panic, another fate is happening in front of my eyes, I don't know what to do.

boom

The berry pinched by Chromie in his right hand was forcibly crushed into pieces by the power of the giant dragon. As the juice splashed, Chromie's mouth opened unconsciously, and her eyes shone with unbelievable brilliance:

you did it!

Things I've tried so hard to do...you've done it without doing anything!

Oh my God! Time loves you so much, I'm so jealous of you, my Sefiel, take me to see it! I can't wait to see that chaotic but hopeful future!

Next month’s update may not be able to keep up with the manuscripts, so the additions may be released together at the beginning of next month...After it is put on the shelf, it will be updated three times a day, I hope I can save enough manuscripts...