Azeroth’s Death Track

McDivine felt that he had slept for a long time, and seemed to have a nightmare about the future.

He rubbed his eyes, woke up from the room in the palace of Stormwind, looked at the sunlight outside the window, a black-haired child yawned, he wiped the soft bed, the scented pillow, and wanted to Sleep for a while, but when he thought of today's schedule, he couldn't wait to jump out of bed, and ran to the huge wardrobe in only his pajamas, rummaging for suitable clothes.

In this era, the conflicts between the countries of the alliance have not yet surfaced, and most of the problems are solved by a kind of intrigue among the nobles. In the southern part of the mainland far away from the northern border, Stormwind City, which has implemented an isolation policy, has continued for several generations. .

The isolation at the beginning was unavoidable. After all, the ancestors encountered various dangers when they opened up the southern border of the mainland, but the countries in the northern border completely ignored them. This kind of indifference hurt the feelings of the ancestors. After solving the problem by themselves, the people of Stormwind City thought that they could live well without the northern kingdoms.

As a result, Stormwind's isolation policy has become a kind of pride passed down from generation to generation, engraved in the bones of every southerner, making them unwilling to bow their knees to the lords of the northern border.

But to be honest, the current Stormwind Kingdom is actually developing well, especially with the fertile land of the Western Wilderness, coupled with the mild climate in the southern border, the entire kingdom is free from the fear of famine.

Under such circumstances, life in Stormwind City is very good for a child, especially when the child's father is a court archmage with a high status in the royal family, McDivine's life can be called a good one .

He lived in the court of the Stormwind Kingdom since he was a child, and grew up with princes and noble children, enjoying a life that ordinary people could not enjoy. He had his own horse, his own guards, and as long as he rang the bell, The servants who will be around at any time, especially the beautiful little maids, are always in the imagination of young boys, and they are often happy to grant the little master's request...any request.

Lian! Ryan, don't sleep, it's time to get up!

Medivh, fully dressed, rushed into the bedroom of his good friend Ryan Wrynn. He looked at his friend who was still soundly asleep, and pushed him, but Ryan just said something in his sleep, then turned around and continued. Sleep, which made Medivh very dissatisfied, he waved his fingers, and a cloud of cold mist followed Ryan's cuff and stuck to his skin.

ah!

Ryan, who was awakened by the bone-piercing cold, almost jumped up from the bed. He looked around in panic, and finally saw Medivh with his hips akimbo. A trace of dissatisfaction flashed across the child's face.

Hey, I was dragged by my instructor to review sword skills yesterday, and I didn't sleep until very late, Medivh, you bastard!

But we gotta go, Lane!

Medivh frowned, the kid always felt that everything was a bit weird today, but he still looked at the freckles on Ryan's face seriously, and said:

Lothar is already waiting for us, don't forget what we are going to do today!

today?

The little prince in Stormwind scratched his messy hair in a daze, and soon, he also became excited.

Yes! Excursion, today is an excursion, and the Archmage of Erlan will take us to the Westfall! Fisherman, barbecue and steal ale! 3 days! Yay, it's great!

So soon, the noble children who grew up together rushed out of the palace with their guards, and in the square ahead, a simple carriage was waiting for them, and their good friends , Anduin Lothar, he was riding on the saddle of a pony, talking to the middle-aged man in a robe standing beside the carriage.

Seeing him dancing and dancing, he seemed to be having a good time chatting.

Father!

Medivh looked at the familiar figure, for some reason, he suddenly felt like crying, he remembered the nightmare last night, in the dream, his father turned into a ghost-like monster, and now , his father was still standing in front of him, that familiar face, familiar beard, and familiar, with a stern smile.

Father!

Driven by the surging emotions in his heart, Medivh quickly ran towards Mage Nieras Elam, smashed into the arms of the archmage like a cannonball, then hugged him tightly, and hid himself in the The inner nostalgia was vented without any concealment.

What's wrong? My son.

Archmage Ellan was also a little restless today. When he saw his young and energetic son, like Medivh, he also had some strange feelings in his heart.

His eye sockets became moist, and like his son, he also hugged his relatives tightly. He didn't know why, but he just wanted to hold his son in his arms. This kind of emotion he never had before. The release made Archmage Elan feel a kind of preciousness, a kind of preciousness that can only be understood after being lost.

Are you in a bad mood?

Archmage Elan looked at his son, like an ordinary father rather than a noble and powerful archmage. He stroked his son's hair and asked with concern:

Are you feeling unwell?

McDivine shook his head quickly, he approached his father, and said in a tone of sharing secrets:

Father, I had a dream last night, a nightmare.

Okay, get in the car first.

Elan took his son's hand, and under the watchful eyes of the guards, he took the little prince to sit in the carriage. Lothar still missed the feeling of riding a horse, but in the end, under the urging of Ryan and Medivh, he sat in the carriage. In the carriage, it takes nearly 2 hours to go to Westfall, and they have enough time to share Medivh's nightmare.

Maybe it can be used as a game to pass the time.

What?

Lothar's eyes widened in the carriage. The tall boy who looked like a little tiger asked loudly:

You said that I will become a marshal in the future? Hahaha, that's what I want. What a nightmare! This is clearly a good dream!

But that was just a dream.

Lane retorted that he was a little depressed, because in Medivh's nightmare, he suffered the misfortune of being assassinated by a monster, which made Lane a little dissatisfied.

Companions quarreled as loudly as they used to play games.

As very good friends, Medivh, Lothar and Ryan always played games similar to house-playing when they were young.

Like in the legends, they would play Thoradin the Great, allied with the high elves against the trolls, and Medivh always played the high elves because he was a little mage, and Lothar always played Thoradin because he had With the blood of that emperor, poor Ryan can only play the troll... He will wear a lifelike troll mask, which is said to be one of the trophies of His Majesty Baratheon Wrynn.

Oh, by the way, His Majesty Baratheon is the father of Ryan Wrynn, the current King of Stormwind, a resolute and wise qualified leader.

At the end of the nightmare, it's the dead.

McDivine held his father's hand tightly and said in a low voice:

Those dead men broke our home, father, they... they turned you into a ghost too, and mother, they... they killed her, the leader of the dead men, who seemed to be a high elf, he also wanted To kill me, he held a moon-shaped sword in his hand... so scary.

Probably the nightmare scene was too real. When it came to the end, Medivh's body began to tremble, and the description of the dream also made the archmage Elan sitting on the side frightened. As a mage hunter, Archmage Elan has a deeper understanding of dreams. Sometimes, dreams will herald the future.

He hugged his son subconsciously, but soon, Elan felt amused by his wild thinking, he let go of his son with a smile, and turned his head to look at the scene outside the carriage window.

That future won't happen... Aegwynn has already returned to the Tirisfal Council. She wants to pass on her power to the next guardian. She has decided to return to Stormwind City and watch Medivh grow up with me. ...

Nielas Elam's expression became gentler, he was very relaxed, enjoying the feeling of playing with his son:

Yes, that future won't happen, I won't allow it, I won't allow it to happen!

It was night, on the beach in the western wilderness of the Stormwind Kingdom, the children were shouting around the barbecue fire, and the guards even caught a few ugly murlocs to practice for the brave children. Can cause trouble, especially if the Archmage is on guard.

Is it fun, kids?

Elan held the wine glass and said to the laughing children against the firelight:

You can drink tonight, but there is only one cup per person. You haven't grown up yet. Speaking of which, I just happen to be going to the Sunshine Forest to pick some medicine next month. Do you want to come together?

The archmage took a sip of wine, a mysterious smile flashed across his face, he looked at the children holding the wine glasses, and he whispered:

It is said that there are dragons in the sunshine forest!

I'm going! Mr. Elland, take me there!

The young Lothar stood up, patted his chest, and shouted loudly: I am eager to see more challenges, those wild wolves, and dragons... Hahaha, I want to see giant dragons!

Me too! Me too!

The young Ryan yelled, and Medivh also coaxed. Seeing the children laughing happily, Mage Ellan drank the wine in his hand in one gulp, and said happily:

Oh, this kind of life really suits me very well.

Not long after, the children who had played for a day fell asleep in exhaustion. They were in the hammock, enjoying the warm sea breeze and the cool night. Grand Master Nieras Elland stood by the sea and looked at his son tenderly. His heart is full of happiness at this moment.

hum

A slender figure suddenly broke through the space and appeared behind Elan. Under the respectful eyes of the guards, Ms. Magna Aegwynn, a female mage who had helped the kingdom overcome difficulties more than once, appeared on this beach. .

Her face was a little tired, but there was a trace of freedom and gentleness in her eyes. She hugged her husband tightly from behind, and she whispered:

Elan, I returned my power to them... The old men promised not to trouble us again, so I want a second child, give Medivh a younger brother or sister.

Then you have to promise first.

Elan turned around, hugged his wife tenderly, and said in a low voice, Don't leave me and Medivh again, that child misses you very much.

A tear fell from the corner of Ms. Aegwynn's eyes. She looked at her husband with a smile and said with nostalgia:

No...I'll never leave you guys again, I swear.

So? Should we find a place to talk about future plans...

Under the urging voice of Master Elan, Ms. Aegwynn walked to her son's bedside. She looked at her child, then bent down, and kissed Medivh on the forehead:

My son, I will never leave you, sweet dreams... good night.

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So, this is the seed you promised me?

Chromie looked at Tyrion, who had lost his arm, with an unfriendly expression. The two guys hid in the sky and watched what happened on the ground.

Catch the dying Medivh from Sephiel's timeline and throw it into my timeline...Frankly, I don't see the benefit of doing so, even if Aegwynn will guard The power of the slayer was returned to the Council of Tirisfal, but the soul of Sargeras is still in Medivh... no, not anymore!

Chromie's eyes widened suddenly, she looked back at Tyrion, there was a strange light in the latter's eyes, Chromie stared at him firmly, and whispered:

Medison's soul at this time comes from Medivh in another timeline. Without the influence of Sargeras, the future of the guardian has been changed...but without the influence of Medivh, the direction of this future will be completely Chaos, time observers will be drawn in soon!

So I suggest you go find a new friend.

Tyrion took a step back, got out of Chromie's time, and returned to the cold and dead Karazhan. He looked at Sefiel and Chromie in front of him, and said softly:

A time watcher, your superior, his name... is Kairoz, I'm sorry I don't know what his Draconic name is, maybe Kairozdormu, but without a doubt, I'm sure , His thinking is a little different from Nozdormu's, maybe it's just a little bit of suspicion now, but take him to the end of time to see, I believe, he will eventually become your ally.

The death knight looked at his lost right arm, shook his head, and whispered:

As for Nozdormu, there is no need to worry too much, soon... soon the Lord of Time will be no more trouble.

One time after another, the original free-flowing rules will be restored. The future should not be bound, and the eternal dragon should not appear, at least not at this time...

I promise, the future I promised will come true!