Azeroth’s Death Track

There are many types of ice magic, but its foundation will not change. It is the transformation of cold magic through nature, which evolves between liquid, solid and gas. If you have studied the magic pattern of ice magic in depth, you will You will find that each of these three forms contains a different magic power structure, and if you are familiar with this magic power structure, you will discover a new world, such as...

At the edge of the small noble hall in Stromgarde, Jaina, who had a swollen face just now, is sitting on a chair like the most obedient student, holding her notebook and writing quickly, and in front of her eyes, that The human servant of the elf couple, Khadgar in a black dress, explained the original meaning of ice magic to Jaina while drinking a glass of wine.

Khadgar is an archmage who studied under Medivh. His way of thinking is different from Dalaran's orthodox way of thinking. Explaining the same problem from one aspect immediately gave Jaina, who was already in the bottleneck stage, a sense of enlightenment. Feel.

After all, Jaina's talent is indeed amazing, but she is only a 15-year-old girl now, and her understanding of magic is far from comparable to that of Khadgar. After transforming into a lich who specializes in shadow and frost magic , Khadgar's understanding of ice magic has already surpassed all mages in Dalaran.

Jaina, who was immersed in magical knowledge, had long put aside her doubts about the Tyrion couple.

On the table next to them, there were Tyrion, his wife and Prince Alsace. Although the body was activated by dragon blood, the senses did not return. Tyrion drank a glass of wine, but it was still tasteless. He looked at In front of Prince Arthas who looked at Jaina from time to time, a smile appeared on the corner of the King of Dark Blade's mouth:

So, Your Highness, you like Miss Jaina, right?

Uh, just... just enjoy! Enjoy!

Alsace was called out, and hurriedly denied: Anna is different from other girls. She has a special temperament, which I appreciate.

There's nothing to be ashamed of, Arthas. If I were 100 years younger, I would pursue Jaina as well.

Tyrion propped his chin with his fingers, and after saying this, Aurelia twisted his back hard, but the death knight didn't feel too much pain, he just said softly:

A girl as outstanding as Jaina Proudmoore must have many suitors, and because of her identity, among those suitors, there must be scum who approached her with malicious intentions, as her best friend, and her One of her suitors, Arthas, I think you should shoulder a more important task and protect her!

The death knight gave Alsace face-to-face opportunities:

You are being assessed by a paladin. If you want to become Jaina's knight, you have to help her weed out those bastards with malicious intentions. Women's thinking is always very emotional, Arthas, whoever treats them well, they will I have a good impression of someone, but only men can tell who is a real admirer and who is a fake bastard, if you really like her, you have to make sacrifices for her.

Well, you're right, Mr. Windrunner.

Arthas sipped his wine sadly: The whole of Dalaran is full of mages who want to get close to Jaina. When I went to see her last time, I beat a bastard in Dalaran. He actually wanted to get Jaina drunk. Anna, this is unforgivable.

But Jaina thinks you hurt her friend, so she's very mad at you.

Tyrion narrowed his eyes, stood up with his wife, patted Alsace on the shoulder, and whispered in his ear: Don't be afraid, Alsace, Miss Jaina will eventually know who really cares. Her people, do it bravely, I think you two are born to be the most perfect couple.

Okay, the ceremony is about to begin...Thank you and Miss Jaina for your help, Prince Arthas.

Tyrion lowered his voice and said to Arthas:

Sometimes you can't catch up with a girl if you are gentle and gentle. You have to let her feel your love. Kiss her first. Come on!

After finishing speaking, the Tyrion couple blended into the crowd with Khadgar, and disappeared almost in the blink of an eye. Arthas turned around in embarrassment, and saw Jaina carefully packing her magic notes. He hesitated for a moment, and asked softly:

Anna, what did you talk to that gentleman about?

That gentleman must be a reclusive archmage!

Jaina said excitedly: His understanding of ice magic is the deepest among all mages I have ever seen. In just ten minutes, he provided me with several classic ideas. After the ceremony, I'm going back to Dalaran to continue my experiments, and I'll definitely... wait, why are you so close to me?

Jaina looked at Alsace who was leaning against her. The girl keenly felt the friendship in Alsace's eyes. She stretched out her hand shyly to push Alsace away, but the next moment, the courage and courage suddenly surged in her heart. Impulsive, Alsace's head moved forward again, four lips touched together, and the girl who was caught off guard suddenly widened her eyes.

At first she resisted, but as time went by, Jaina slowly closed her eyes and began to experience that strange feeling. Behind the crowd who stood up to watch the ceremony, noble boys and girls embraced together, very Unskillfully kissing deeply, like a thief who tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time, carefully advancing the still jerky relationship between the two.

And on the second floor of this little noble courtyard, those nobles stood on the side like puppets, like silent guards, while Tyrion sat on a chair, quietly watching this scene, shaking the Goblet, say to Khadgar:

Use hinting magic on children, Mister Khadgar, so you can do good deeds too?

Khadgar leaned back on the chair, looking at Tyrion meaningfully:

Like you, despicable lord of the undead, I occasionally do good deeds, although most of the time, we are bastards who do bad deeds.

All right, gentlemen.

Standing beside the two of them, Alleria watched the sacred ceremony taking place on the lawn below, and said softly:

Today, we are guests...don't make so many troubles.

Tyrion nodded, he stood up and stood beside Alleria, looking at the ceremony below, he muttered to himself:

Of course I don't want to miss this, this future that I personally promote.

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Alonsus Faol, the secular spokesperson of the belief in the Holy Light of mankind, is wearing the most solemn priestly dress today. The sacred objects from ancient times are dotted on his clothes, and every movement will bring a wave of holy light. In front of him was a sacred scripture floating in the air. Amidst the ethereal voices of carefully selected children and the silent gaze of all, the ceremony for the reconstruction of the Holy Arathor Empire began.

The main gate of the palace of Stromgarde was wide open, and the most luxurious red carpet was placed on the ancient bricks and stones. The invited nobles stood on both sides of the carpet, and the guards belonging to the Seven Kingdoms wore Ara The battle robes of the Suo Empire, the two great knights Uther and Fording are holding ceremonial war halberds, and above the war halberds, the flag of the Arathor Empire is hung. Once fluttering over human territory.

Amidst the chants of the Church of the Holy Light, the great knights walked forward with the banners flying in their hands. Behind them were the most loyal guards of Lothar, just like the generals of the empire 2,800 years ago, guarding Thoradin The last blood of the great emperor, Lothar did not wear the robes of the kings. On the contrary, he wore a set of plain armor and cloak just like in historical records. He didn't look like an emperor, but a veteran.

But the sword in his hand, the long sword held in his hand, probably felt the land ruled by the former owner, and the flame burning in the center of the sword became more and more radiant.

Lothar doesn't need gorgeous armor to set him off at all. The halo of the flames is like a light curtain floating behind him. Every step he takes will make the surrounding nobles cheer, because they are witnessing a new era.

Whether it is hypocrisy or sincere support, after 2800 years, after the great division of the human empire, it was finally unified again, even if it was only in name, this was enough to make the nobles cheer, because this It means that the aristocratic power of a single country will spread to the entire empire, which means that their status will become more noble.

But Lothar didn't have much joy on his face, because he knew the future fragment from Medivh, and he knew very well what kind of difficult challenges the human empire would face after it was rebuilt, whether it could be reborn from the ashes, or With his spine completely broken, he couldn't see clearly the future, so he could only stagger forward with the entire human civilization with his own body.

Today, we gather here! Witness a sacred moment.

At the moment Lothar stood in front of Faol, the gentle voice of Archbishop Shengguang resounded throughout the castle:

The ancient kings wandered in the land they ruled, they looked at us, they looked at their descendants, their glory enveloped us and led us forward, the era of great division is undoubtedly painful, It will disperse the united human empire, not only because the emperor who is enough to command us has passed away, but also because the will of the people will collapse, which is a disaster.

However, history has taught us a lot. A loose alliance is not enough to deal with changes in the world. From the painful lessons in the past, we realized that only by uniting can the fire of human civilization burn brightly!

The kings and representatives of the Seven Kingdoms stood on both sides of the ceremony stage. Under the illumination of the gentle holy light, they stared at the silent Lothar with different eyes, and Lothar also watched them. Echoing in each other's hearts, those mistakes, those quarrels, those cooperations, those victories and the final disintegration.

The archbishop's voice sounded again, this time solemn and impassioned:

Today, under the witness and watchful eyes of the noblest bloodlines of the alliance, the bloodline of the Arathor Empire will take the throne again, and he will fulfill the sacred duties of the former kings. The co-lord, become the spokesperson and protector of every people, he will follow the great sacrifice and dedicate everything to the prosperity of the empire!

Anduin Lothar! Please step forward!

The scepter in the archbishop's hand was lightly tapped. Sir Lothar took a deep breath, stepped forward, and half-kneeled in front of the altar that symbolized the faith of the Holy Light.

Are you willing to make sacrifices to maintain the territorial integrity of the Holy Arathor Empire?

I am willing and willing to spill my life and blood on every inch of the empire!

Lothar leaned on the ancestor's saber, his oath was not loud, but it was as firm and heavy as a rock, and the nobles who watched this scene couldn't help holding their breath.

Are you willing to respect and make people respect the belief of the Holy Light and religious freedom, are you willing to share the rights equally with the king, maintain the majesty of the royal power and the rights of the nobility, are you willing to perform the sacred mission together with the kings and people of the seven human kingdoms? Mission and responsibilities?

I do!

Lothar said in a deep voice:

I would like to be the courage in the hearts of every people, and the sword and shield in front of every compatriot! Share the honor and share the responsibilities!

Are you willing to uphold the political and civil liberties of the empire, the sacred property of the people, and the honor of soldiers and legions?

I do!

There was a gleam of light in Lothar's eyes:

I would like to cast this body as the blade of the empire. The will of the empire is directed by my blade!

His Majesty Faol nodded in satisfaction. The scepter in his hand was placed on Lothar's shoulder. Under the eyes of everyone, Solas Thor, the eldest of the kings and also a descendant of Emperor Thoradin's general, King Bain was entrusted with an ancient crown, and walked tremblingly in front of Lothar. The old king did not wear his own robe today, but put on his ancestral armor, which is a symbol of obedience to the empire.

The one who was invited to watch the ceremony, the Sun King of Quel'Thalas who was once a close comrade-in-arms with Emperor Thoradin, His Majesty Anasterian picked up the crown, and the ancient accessories reminded him of the past, The Sun King bent down and put the crown on Lothar's head. He took a step back, put his palm on his chest, and leaned slightly:

Arathor, welcome back!

The voice under Faol's crown was accompanied by the sound of the salute, amidst the cheers of the nobles:

Put on the ancient and heavy crown, and remember that you are the king of kings and nobles, lead the earthly people who believe in the Holy Light, and share the power and glory with the Empire. The original Holy Light blesses you, Your Majesty, may you only Reign for the benefit, happiness and glory of the people of Arathor!

Cheer, the glory of the Holy Arathor Empire, be with you and me!

The moment Lothar, who stood up with the emperor's crown and the blessing of Faol's crown, stood up with the halo of holy light and flames, turned around, the cheers of the nobles and guards almost resounded in the sky, Lothar raised the long sword in his hand high, just like his ancestors.

For Arathor! For the Empire!

For Arathor! For the Empire!

With a subtle smile, Tyrion and his wife turned and left. The nobles around were waking up from their dreams, immersed in cheers and at a loss. Behind the King of the Dead, a majestic voice resounded throughout Stromgarde. After 2800 years, the human empire has returned.