Azeroth’s Death Track

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The pure and rich holy light filled the dormitory of the kingdom like a tide. Amid the radiance of the holy light, a tall figure stood in the light, and the beating golden energy was rippling in his hands, seeping into In the body of the seriously injured patient in front of him.

The hideous wounds were quickly healed, and the strange toxins in his body were also gradually removed. It was not until tens of minutes later that the most powerful priest of the Draenei, Prophet Velen, stopped the Holy Light spell in his hand. With a flash of light, he turned his head, the royal guards quickly delivered hot towels, the Prophet wiped his hands, and glanced at the rippling green liquid in the blood at his hand.

The Prophet's expression was a bit dignified. He turned around and walked out of the bedroom with his staff in his hand. In front of him, the restless young king Varian Wrynn hurriedly stood up from the throne. He walked quickly to the Prophet, raised his head, and used Looking at the Prophet with earnest hope, the latter nodded to him, the king's tense spirit suddenly relaxed, his whole body shook, and was soon supported by the royal guards.

Her Majesty is strong, Her Majesty Varian.

Velen whispered to the king:

She has a strong persistence in her heart, so that she never gave in when she faced death face to face. Of course, this is also thanks to the Duke of Bolvar who tried his best to maintain it. Otherwise, the queen may not be able to support me... But now , she was out of danger, but the stone hit her forehead and did some bad things to her brain.

I only care about my wife now, can she wake up?

Varian looked at the Prophet with a gesture of supplication:

Please, please cure her, I cannot live without Tiffany... Please, please.

Her Majesty the Queen is out of danger, but I can't give a definite answer when she will wake up.

The Prophet said with some guilt:

There are very complicated secrets hidden in the soul, Your Majesty, I can guarantee that the queen will definitely wake up, but I can't promise the specific time, and with all due respect, there are more important matters than this matter waiting for you to deal with Woolen cloth.

Archbishop Benedictas of the Guangming Cathedral who heard the news also persuaded:

Your Majesty, what the Prophet said makes sense. The bombs detonated by the thugs in the dock area were not ordinary alchemy bombs. Although the weird mist hidden in them was frozen under the manipulation of the mages, hundreds of people who were infected There have been a lot of weird changes, and we don't know if this disease is contagious...but we should prevent it!

Then leave it to you, Archbishop.

The young king walked into the dormitory with the help of the guards, and he waved his hand weakly:

I'm not in the mood to deal with this right now, I'll leave it to you, go ahead and do it, I trust you.

The red wooden door closed behind the king. The archbishop sighed. He moved the rosary in his hand, looked at the prophet, and said softly:

Mr. Villen, this time, we may have to trouble you. We lack experience in dealing with such evil things. Have you seen such evil existence before?

Velen frowned, he thought for a moment, and said with some uncertainty:

I don't know if it's from the same source, but if it's the composition of these mist... some of them are familiar to me, but I don't know much about Azeroth's herbs, I don't know about this Whether there are herbs with the same effect in the world, so I need the help of some pharmacists before I can give a final conclusion.

Um.

The archbishop nodded:

Then let's get to work, Mr. Prophet, I myself have some research on pharmacy, and I will come to assist you. Speaking of which, before this, I studied the Draenei's Holy Light teachings, and I have some doubts. place, I can still ask you for advice in the next time.

Led by the royal guards, two outstanding priests went to the Cathedral of Light to study the weird poisonous fog. On the other side, in the residence of Countess Katerina, the tired Duke Bolvar also stood nervously. In the living room, waiting for Privy Priest Chaldea's treatment results.

In the room separated by a wall, the Chaldean priest carefully wrapped a bandage blessed by the Holy Light around the arm of the delicate countess. The countess' injuries in the explosion looked terrible, with blood all over her body, but In fact, under the protection of the Duke of Bolvar, she was only scratched in many places. Compared with Queen Tiffany, who almost lost her life, she was much luckier.

You are really dedicated, Madam Countess.

The Chaldean priest looked meaningfully at Katerina Prestor, who was lying on the chair in front of him, and said softly, Did the murderer appear at the scene on purpose to enjoy the sense of accomplishment of a successful plot?

I don't understand what you're talking about, Priest Chaldea.

Katerina said with a weak face: It was just a coincidence, my poor Tiffany, she was almost killed by those thugs, she was such a disgusting violent person, I heard that they rescued Van Cleef?

It's not just Van Cleef... there are other inmates. The entire Stormwind prison has been almost wiped out.

The Chaldean priest shook his head:

The peaceful situation in the kingdom is about to be broken. These scumbags fleeing will definitely set off a new round of storms, but Her Majesty the Queen was attacked. With His Majesty the King's love for the Queen, this time...I'm afraid who is the mason brotherhood? Intercede, whoever will be really unlucky, the Mason Brotherhood is over, no one can save them, the so-called justice and axiom are no longer important.

They have never been important. They are just pawns in a huge plan, the kind that can be sacrificed at any time, and you are wrong. It is not that no one can save them. If they are smart enough, they should hold The helping hand stretched out from the darkness, that is the only help they can get, but it seems that you are not satisfied with the result?

The countess asked softly:

So what do you think?

my thoughts?

The Chaldean priest drew out the purple ritual dagger at his waist. His eyes were dazed for a few seconds, and then became clear again. He used the beautiful and mysterious purple dagger to cut off the bandage on the Countess's hand. He whispered explain:

What I think is never important... What matters is that any crisis may be an opportunity. Archbishop Benedictus is a very sincere believer. He believes that paladins and priests should dedicate their lives to To Shengguang, he has been watching your relationship with the Duke of Bolvar, and some of the Duke’s hesitation also comes from the Archbishop, listen to me, maybe it’s time for you to make a decision.”

A sacred and sincere smile flashed across the Privy Bishop's face:

As for me, I would be happy to preside over the wedding ceremony for you and Mr. Duke personally. I believe that a country full of disasters needs some festive events to give the citizens confidence.

But Bolvar is just a human being.

Katerina pretended to be indifferent and said: He is a powerful paladin, and skin-to-skin contact will let him discover my secret.

So, do you think that the Dark Blade King only gave you strength?

The Privy Bishop narrowed his eyes, and his fingers twitched on Katerina's shoulder:

Although I have already parted ways with him, I have to admit that after I left, his power has grown stronger and more mysterious... If I didn't know your details, even if we looked at each other so closely, I would Only think you're just a mortal with the blood of dragonborn...

After a while, the Privy Bishop, whose hands were still stained with blood, pushed open the door and walked out. The nervous Duke Bolvar stepped forward, and the Privy Bishop gave him a reassuring smile:

Ms. Katerina is very lucky, Mr. Duke, she is only slightly bruised and needs a period of recuperation to recover. You can go and see her now. I believe that there is someone you love by your side. Ms. The Earl will be in a better mood, after such a terrible disaster, she urgently needs a shoulder to lean on.

Thank you, Priest Chaldea, thank you.

The duke grasped Chaldea's wrist with both of his groggy hands. Some things are precious only when they are lost or may be lost. After the explosion, Bovar hugged the unconscious Katerina and looked at the When he opened his beautiful face covered with blood, some of the beliefs he had been holding on to soon collapsed.

He realized that before he knew it, the Countess from Alterac had walked into his lonely heart.

Go quickly, Your Excellency the Duke.

The Chaldean priest washed his hands in the water brought by the servant, and said to the duke:

I'm off to see the infected citizens, I've heard it's bad... By the light, it doesn't turn into another disaster.

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We're going to Gilneas.

In the turbulent Yuexi Town, with the infantry of Xiquan Fortress surrounding the town, the civilians have been evacuated, or are hiding in their own homes shivering. In the mine outside the town, the remnants of the Brotherhood of Masons, Together with the prisoners who were rescued from the Stormwind Prison, they are hiding here to discuss future plans.

Architect Alex brought a not-so-rich lunch for Van Cleef, who was still in shock. Seeing his tortured brother eating in silence, he patted Van Cleef on the shoulder and said softly:

The Kingdom of Stormwind has no place for us.

The bomb...

Van Cleef didn't ask about other details, he raised his head and stared at Alex with stern eyes:

Those bombs, something is wrong, I saw it with my own eyes, that green mist, what is that? Alex, tell me, those things pose no threat to civilians!

Alex was silent. There was a mistake in the final evacuation of the prison-robbing adventure. No one would have expected that the queen would appear at the pier at that time. The ships in the dock, under no other means, Willie in black asked the mercenaries of Dark Blade to detonate the bomb hidden on the dock.

Those chemical weapons from the Dark Blade Consortium.

Saying it is harmless is an insult to the IQ of the two people. Alex, who was hiding on the boat at the time, saw the scene of the green mist spreading on the pier with his own eyes. How painful it was for the civilians who inhaled the mist He fell to the ground, unable to answer Van Cleef's questioning, he could only respond in silence.

I'm grateful you took the risk to save me, but...but I don't need it!

Van Cleef's body was covered with welts, and life in prison was not easy, but even so, he still held his breath in his heart, and he scolded his brother:

I am innocent, even if it is death, I want to return to the place where we came from without guilt, instead of becoming a criminal, a fugitive, a violent element that I despise! A rebel! I Don't want that...

But at least you're alive! Van Cleef!

Alex's pent-up pain was no less than that of Van Cleef, and he was no longer as polite as before, and he snarled at his brother:

If you die, what about little Vanessa? She's missing! Bastard, we lost her, God, you gotta pull yourself together! Van Cleef, you gotta come with us to find your daughter!

boom

As soon as the words fell, a fierce punch hit Alex on the chin, knocking down the architect. Like an enraged beast, Van Cleef roared and grabbed Alex's collar, Grab him from the ground:

You! You have lost my daughter! You have failed me, Alex! You have failed me!

I'm guilty, I didn't do what I promised you, I deserve to die!

The architect's face was covered with blood, he looked at the furious Van Cleef, and he said in a pleading voice:

Think of Vanessa, she needs you, cheer up, Van Cleef, cheer up, without your leadership, sooner or later we will be slaughtered by them like wild animals, we need you! More than ever!

boom

The closed door was suddenly pushed open at this moment, and the panting Willie in black appeared at the door, and Van Cleef roared without looking at it:

Get out!

Boss, there is a letter! I found it by the pool outside the town. It said...it said that little Vanessa was at the Blood Raven Inn...they, they let you go there alone!