Azeroth’s Death Track

In the early morning, the grass grows in the western wilderness and the warblers fly, and the dewdrops hang on the grass, showing the fertility and hope of this land.

On an unnamed hill, under the persuasion of Grian Stolman Paladin, General Maxwell removed his long sword from Van Cleef's neck.

Tell me, bandit, take my life back with your clever tongue.

The middle-aged general made no secret of his dislike for Van Cleef, but the latter didn't care about it. He straightened his clothes and said softly:

A few days ago, His Majesty Tyrion summoned me in Nightshade Town, and he told me his future plan for this land. I'm not sure if it's true or not, but maybe you don't know that after Nightshade Town was captured, , there are rumors everywhere in the kingdom that the people there were killed by the undead, but this is not the case.”

Van Cleef said to the two commanders in front of him:

They are all alive. Except for those who took up arms and fought against the undead, the other civilians have been sent to the Red Ridge Mountains and restarted their lives in the ruins of Lakeside Town. My comrade Alex is managing They, helping them start a new life... He turned out to be the architect of Stormwind City, and he was good at management.

Um?

General Maxwell and the paladin exchanged glances, and he looked at Van Cleef suspiciously:

Are you sure you're not talking in your sleep? Would the undead be so kind?

Faced with this doubt, Van Cleef sighed:

I know it's hard to believe what I said, but judging from my personal contact with His Majesty Tyrion, the undead commanded by him will only ruthlessly kill the soldiers who oppose them. For civilians... so It may not be appropriate to say, but they treat civilians even more...generously than our previous kings.

Nonsense!

The general cursed, but Van Cleef shook his hand. He had no intention of quarreling with the general, he just said the truth:

If you go to the Red Ridge Mountains and see for yourself, the undead have wiped out all the gnolls who caused chaos in the mountains around Lakeside Town. Even General Gore and the soldiers in the stone fortress who surrendered at the end were not killed.. .Their weapons were confiscated, and now they all live in Lakeside Town. The undead left them enough supplies to live for a year, and then left quietly, as if they had never appeared before.

To be honest, if I didn't wait until Stormwind City was breached, I would even think that it was still managed by King Varian, and it was even more peaceful than before.

Gore also became a traitor?

Maxwell said angrily: He is a veteran who enlisted with me and Reginald, that coward!

I went myself to persuade him to lay down his arms.

Van Cleef said quietly:

It's the same as I persuaded you now, and General Gore finally agreed with me. I believe that you will do the same.

The Dark Blade King asked the Defias Brotherhood to manage this land. He told me that there are no kings or nobles in this land, and everyone will have an equal status. The premise is that there will be no rebellion against the undead. I Seriously doubting their sincerity, my intuition tells me that the undead are brewing some conspiracy that we can't understand and imagine, but listen to me...whether there is a king or not, our people will still live in this land go down.

Edwin Van Cleef earnestly persuaded:

Even if you live in the captivity of the undead, even if you accept their captivity, but no matter what, as long as you can still live, there is hope. If you die, you will have nothing, and you also know what kind of people we are fighting with. Even if you die, you will not really get peace.

I don't believe in those undead, I don't believe in Tyrion's promise, but at least for now, they have indeed shown tolerance for the civilians, but if there is no wise enough leadership to manage the civilians, let them be angry with the undead Growing in broad daylight, think, General, how many innocent lives will be lost when the storm is blown.

Both the paladin and the general fell silent. Van Cleef reached out and held their wrists, lowering his voice:

I know you hate the undead. They won't stop fighting. It's okay. I don't care. It's like my original intention of forming the Defias Brotherhood. I just want to give myself justice. You also have your own persistence, but No matter how you choose, protecting civilians from harm is the starting point for any decision we make...so please help me!

Van Cleef implored:

Temporarily lay down your arms and blend into the new world left for us by the undead. Civilians need to be protected. Once the undead turn their backs on them, they will need us. The people will need a real army...General Gore is not surrendering , not a betrayal, he chose to endure humiliation for a greater goal, we are all the same! Only by preserving ourselves first can we have the qualifications and hope to talk about the future.

Even if you attack Stormwind City now, what can you do?

Van Cleef said with a hint of loss:

Emperor Lothar failed with so many troops, relying on the 5,500 people in Sentinel Ridge, what can you do? It's just death in vain, and your death will only make our enemy stronger.

The king is gone. Now, it's time for us to choose our own mission. Is it a meaningless battle to die? Or do we choose to bow our heads in order to protect civilians?

A choice, no doubt a difficult one, was thrown before the general and the paladin, and the general looked VanCleef directly in the eyes, trying to see a hint of deceit in those sincere eyes, so that he would There are enough reasons to kill the bastard in front of him.

But no... From those eyes, he couldn't see the slightest bit of deceit and gloom, only a piece of sincerity, a sincerity that people couldn't refuse.

I can't believe you! Van Cleef.

General Maxwell said stubbornly:

You have turned to the undead, maybe you are just using a conspiracy to try to disintegrate the last force loyal to the king of the Stormwind Kingdom, you are just...

enough!

Van Cleef suddenly interrupted the general's rebuttal angrily, and he stared at Maxwell:

There is no king here anymore, Varian can't protect us, everything last night has proved it, your loyalty to the king can't change anything, courage can't change the cold reality, wake up, general, you want Glory, you should take the sword and go to those death lords to fight alone, instead of dragging everyone to be buried with you!

I'm just... I just want to leave my people with one last spark... It's not about being loyal to the undead! I'm human, and you're human, and we don't fit in with the undead! We'll never be them! See Get real!

Van Cleef vented, he took a step back, looked at the general and paladin in front of him, and whispered:

This land has already fallen into hell. All I can do is do my best to build a new home in hell for the people. If you are willing to come together, I will wait for you at Xiquan Fortress. If you are not willing... .After you die, I will kneel on the ground and beg the king of the dead to let your corpses go and give you a peaceful destination.

This is all I can do... From now on, I will live on my knees, for the people behind me, and you... just stand up and die, give up all responsibilities and missions , die like a coward.”

Edwin Van Cleef turned around and left. His back was never so straight as it is now. It is also a kind of courage to dedicate himself to a noble goal and choose to live humbly.

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After the war, the order of Stormwind City was restored very quickly, and the undead's execution of any order was unmatched by other living creatures.

Faced with any request, they would not complain. Except for those death lords and high-ranking knights who had their own thinking and consciousness, all the undead who entered Stormwind City were working hard under the command of the commander.

They spent the whole morning cleaning up the collapsed walls of Stormwind City, and at noon, when Tyrion was walking on the streets of Stormwind City, not even a trace of blood could be seen... Undead infantrymen They completed their task very well, and they cleaned up the ruins of Stormwind City like a coin that has been wiped countless times.

shining.

All civilians have been handed over to the Defias Brotherhood, Van Cleef reports to you that it is expected that in a few days, Westfall will return to calm, and at that time, the first batch of civilians will return to their homes.

The Grand Lich Khadgar accompanied Tyrion on the path of Stormwind City. In the houses on both sides, he could feel the uneasy eyes of the civilians who were ordered to return to the buildings. Still living in the fear of death brought by the undead, even if the undead left them enough food and did not intend to kill them.

Tell me, can Van Cleef manage these people well?

Tyrion stood by the canal of the city, looking at the river water that still had a trace of gunpowder, he asked:

Do you think he is trustworthy?

Of course he is not to be trusted, my lord.

Khadgar said calmly:

For us, no living person is worthy of trust, but it is much better to choose Van Cleef than to choose other people. Because of his own experience, this person's desire for justice and axiom is unmatched by others, and his heart The desire to protect the people, the desire to be recognized as a hero, will make him our best assistant, trying his best to manage this land for us.

The Grand Lich glanced at the silent King of the Dead, and after a while, he asked with a hint of doubt:

Although I really don't understand, why are you so persistent and want to give those living people a second chance? If you want to build a new world in your imagination and use loyal undead to complete this mission, wouldn't it be easier?

It's simple, Khadgar.

Tyrion looked back at the Grand Lich, his eyes narrowed:

I just want those living people to climb out of the quagmire of civilization under my guidance and truly embrace the world. On the ladder of civilization, there is always a beast named ignorance blocking the way. Its performance There are many forms, such as royal power cast by blood, meaningless aristocrats, and common people who work day after day without seeing any meaning in life, life...life should not live in such an ugly posture.

When I look back at the world I came from from the kingdom of the dead, and look at that ugly other side, the flames in my heart, the flames that reshape everything...

How does the mortal world work?

Tyrion frowned, closed his eyes, and said:

Birds flying into the sky are considered bad omens, and meteors falling to the ground are regarded as disasters. People pray to the priest in fear, but they don't know that everything is doomed... Faith cannot save lives, and courage is not the last hope. Wrong way, I want to get it back on the right track! If I came here with a certain mission, in the past 300 years, I have seen enough of this superficially fantastic, inner ugly world!

To ravage it, to destroy it, that is my mission! To rebuild it, that is the mission of the seeds waiting to emerge from the ashes of the fire.

Tyrion clenched his fists, and slowly loosened his fists under the thoughtful gaze of the archlich. He opened his eyes and looked at his own reflection in the water, the long gray hair, the skinny cheeks , those icy blue eyes, and that heavy smell that lingers all over her body, that smell that doesn't belong to the cycle of life and death.

All this makes him out of tune with the world.

This can't be done by the Necromancers, because at the end of the day...we're just fakes that can't stand in the sun.

Your brain skills are terrible... What makes you think that Azeroth has the possibility of developing communism? Productivity determines the relationship of production...I only dare to think of the industrial revolution, but you guys... It seems that all of you are people with clear minds suitable for time travel. In addition, if you have any opinions, you can put them forward in this chapter, and everyone can discuss them harmoniously. As for you insisting on saying, I don’t like this plot, and I have abandoned the book...then I really have no choice. Harmony, harmony is the most important thing.