Azeroth’s Death Track

The mountains that once bordered Lordaeron were desolate.

At least when Lothar took the princes here to search for the lost empire's heritage in the cursed mountains, there were only mountain people living here. At that time, the northern part of Tirisfal was a barren land. , because there are not many products produced, it is not paid attention to there.

But there is a quiet beach between the mountains, which is the secret of the mountain people. Occasionally, some lost pirates will supply fresh water here. In the past, the undead natural disasters in the northern border planned to land here and invade the northern border. , but due to the occurrence of various things, the dread demon kings finally gave up on this plan.

But now, this ancient beach finally has a second use besides providing sufficient fishery resources for the mountain people here.

Nearly half a year ago, under the emperor's secret order, a group of workers from the empire built a super-large port here. After the iron district smuggled enough construction machinery, this super-large dock was barely completed before the demons invaded.

The entire Whispering Coast and the north coast separated by a cliff to the east have been completely fortified. After the emperor gave an order, the port became bustling almost overnight.

Civilians from several kingdoms in northern Xinjiang were led here by knights. On the more than 30 piers in that fortified port, various ships were moored almost day and night, and the civilians who came here Transported to Kul Tiras, some super-large merchant ships with the ability to sail across the endless sea, even under the guidance of the temporarily recruited pirate navigator and the Kul Tiras navy, directly formed a cross-continent fleet.

The sources of these ships are very complicated, including the two fleets of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the merchant ships of Gilneas, and the rich with industries spanning the entire northern border, the 5 traveling commercial fleets of the Barov family, and more, It was a goblin merchant ship that was hired by the emperor in several goblin cities with the gold and jewels from the treasury, loaded with crude oil engines, emitting black smoke, like sea beasts.

Yes, these green-skinned cunning little guys, wherever there is profitable business in this world, they must be indispensable there. Lothar's reward is so considerable that these timid guys temporarily forget their fear, He rushed into the empire's war zone without risking his life, and sent ship after ship of civilians to land beyond the sea.

In addition to these serious forces, there are also some not-so-serious guys... pirates!

Tyrion's activities in Kul Tiras were not just as simple as occupying the mountains of Drustvar, he also helped the Kul Tirans clean up a strait called Free Town. There are tens of thousands of pirates here, but not all pirates died in the invasion of the undead, and there are still some lucky guys who escaped the massacre of the undead.

The pirates are indeed a group of untrustworthy guys, but their dedication to hatred is also well-known throughout Azeroth. Therefore, the new patriarch of the Proudmoore family, Kul Tiras Admiral Drake When Proudmoore's recruitment order was issued to these exiled pirates, many old seals who had fought fiercely with the Kul Tiras Armada resolutely drove their ships to Whisper Harbor.

They came here for revenge, but in the process of revenge, they don't mind making a little money, and...using this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to wash away the black material of their past...who would Don't want to throw away the past and start a new life?

In short, at the juncture of life and death, Lothar, with his generous handwriting and eclectic thinking, finally pieced together a large fleet that was enough to save the lives of the civilians of the empire.

But even this huge migratory team with a total of nearly a thousand ships will need several days of busy work to completely send the civilians waiting in Whispering Harbor away from the no longer safe and no longer familiar northern border.

Lordaeron is burning...

On the thick city wall of Whispering Harbor, where people were buzzing, the great nobleman of Lordaeron, Alessandro Mograine, who was ordered to guard the place, stared in the direction of the capital with a telescope. When the stars were almost shining at night, In the swaying night, you can still see the shocking black smoke rising into the sky.

We set the fire... to stop those undead.

Behind the great knight, the hooded archmage Jaina leaned on her staff and said in a low voice:

But the flames can't stop them, and the barrier of Tirisfal has already fallen. Soon, their forwards will reach Whispering Port, great knight, we have to prepare early.

We're ready!

A loud voice came from behind the two, the great knight and the great mage turned their heads at the same time, and when they saw the person coming, they both bowed their heads to pay tribute. Behind them, the emperor of the empire, who was wearing a heavy armor, was guarded by a team of guards , strode onto the city wall.

All the remaining troops in northern Xinjiang are here... Behind us are our people, we can no longer retreat, today...

Lothar's fingers touched the rough city wall, his eyes narrowed slightly, he looked at the land that was about to be shrouded in night, and he said in a deep voice:

Today, we old guys will be buried here, at the cost of everything we have, in exchange for the continuation of our civilization, this will be the last battle of the empire in the homeland... Yes, we failed, But it's not shameful, if we lose the confidence to start all over again, that's the most shameful failure.

The emperor opened his eyes. He turned his head and looked at the soldiers and generals behind him. His eyes swept over everyone's eyes. He tried to see more things from them, but he could only see a piece of them. loyalty.

This comforted the emperor who had a premonition that his life was coming to an end. After a while, he took a deep breath and said to the soldiers behind him:

The undead will always underestimate the strength of my brothers and sisters and me, especially when protecting our own relatives and our people...

And the real victory of evil is when good people start to doubt, stop standing up, and stop fighting for the future... So, I would say that our civilization will not collapse under the blow of disaster, and the justice and justice in our hearts will not collapse. Light will not die!

At least today! They won't die!

I will defend them, I will water the roots of the empire's hope with my blood, and my will will inspire the courage in the hearts of the people, but the price of freedom and the future has always been high... as it has always been, those who died have paid Everything they can give, now, it's up to us.

Lothar's voice echoed on the city wall, and the soldiers patrolling under the city wall couldn't help but stop. In this dark night, listening to the voice of the emperor in the light, a magician stretched out his hand and blessed the emperor. Sound magic, his voice quickly spread over the entire city.

Those noises, those people's wailing because of inner fear, those trembling in the dark, those people who have doubts about the future, more and more people raised their heads and looked towards the lighthouse on the outermost edge of the city.

Lothar's voice seemed to come from the lighthouse.

Those warrior spirits are telling me that sometimes... sometimes we really can't save everyone.

So I do what I know! I do what I can!

If our fighters, our people are alive, I will do whatever it takes to save them.

If they are unfortunate enough to die in battle...

The rest will make the undead pay... That's why empires exist, and that's why civilizations are passed on... Tonight, the undead will try to use their hell to break our last stand, but I will With the sword in my hand, I will tell them with my battle cry that they are delusional!

Lothar's voice has changed from comforting at the beginning to a roar like thunder, and at the end of his vision, on the plain in the dark night, the black Broken Blade battle flag has appeared on the soldiers' shoulders. in the eyes.

The emperor drew out the long sword behind his back and let the flames burn fiercely on the blade. He pointed to the direction where the dark blade undead came, and he shouted loudly with the most heroic momentum:

Look! Here they come!

I, Lothar, I will fight them as a warrior, and I will take the initiative to meet them on the plain...Who wants to come with me?

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A bright and scorching light shone behind the emperor, and the great knight Mograine held up the hammer in his hand, and he shouted loudly:

This is the will of the Holy Light! For the Empire! For the Emperor!

For the Empire!

Jaina also raised the staff in her hand. Behind her, the soldiers who had been excited by the emperor's speech screamed hoarsely. A true solidarity.

These roars woke up the whole city. In the dark night, amidst the waving lights, those people who were in trouble, those civilians who had lived in the countryside all their lives and only knew to obey the instructions of the nobles, Those who have lost their hometown and lost everything, in this cry, they seem to have found the idea of ​​being human again.

At this moment, in this last city of human civilization, there is no gap between status and identity, and everyone is given a new identity... Warrior, although this is slightly different from the unity Tyrion imagined, but It's the first step after all...although, it's a bit late.

Bring my weapon...

In a mansion in Whispering Harbor, the depressed Alsace heard the shout that resounded throughout the city. He threw away the bottle in his hand, stood up staggeringly, walked to the window, and looked The city gate opened wide in the distance, and under the dark night, that black, silent army.

Bring me my weapon!

Anger, hatred, unwillingness, such emotions filled Alsace's brain in an instant, making him temporarily sober from the pain of losing everything, he shouted loudly:

Fariq! Let the guards gather!

Marveen! Get my weapon!

Thassarian! Bring out my steed!

Wisps of manic, sparks of holy light visible to the naked eye fluttered between the fingers of the new king, making him look like a golden thunder god descended from heaven.

I want... I'm going to the battlefield...

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The light of the portal kept flickering, and a slender figure appeared in the half-destroyed city of Lordaeron. He did not come alone. Behind him, there were other people one after another. Several people.

Saurfang looked at the figure walking out of the portal, his thin face was expressionless, he just turned slightly sideways to get out of the way.

Tyrion ignored the death lord in front of him. He walked forward step by step. In the dilapidated palace, an old man with white hair and beard was half kneeling in the center of the palace, as if he was repenting and praying.

I think Saurfang has already told you those things, so I came here this time to get an answer.

The Dark Blade King stood in the shadow of the palace entrance, and he asked in a deep voice:

You, would you like to join us?

Is there any difference?

The old man asked in a hoarse and bleak voice:

The moment I opened my eyes after I died, I was already one of you.

Of course there is a difference. After encountering a sudden disaster and destroying all suffering, it is difficult for the living to find a new purpose in life. They will be at a loss, and they may lose themselves in this loss. This is not what I think. What I saw, what I wanted so hard to see, was a new civilization drawn to a noble purpose, and willing to give anything for it...

Tyrion patiently explained:

They don't have much time to lose themselves, and if they can't find their way to the future, then I'll give them one!

Hatred! Among the thousands of emotions, only this emotion can truly and long-term guide the direction... If possible, I also hope to use some more positive emotions, but unfortunately, I am an undead, and this is the only thing I can control A familiar means... So, Terenas Menethil, I need you to stand up and guide the future path for your son and the new king of Lordaeron... I need you, give him Injecting new strength into the shell of bewilderment.

I need him to grow up quickly. It doesn't matter what the great starting point is, but the greatness itself is important.

My son, he will finally destroy your dark empire...

The undead King Terenas stood up, aging and weakness had been completely expelled from this body, the concentration of death energy and the transformation of the weak dragon blood, under Saurfang's own hands, had made this body The old king regained the bravery of his youth.

He has become a warrior again. Although he is not used to this kind of power, it is enough to go to the battlefield.

He turned around and looked at the Dark Blade King and the figures behind him with his brown-gray eyes. In the end, he let out a series of low-pitched laughter.

Of course, I'd like to join you guys... I'll watch it all in my boring time, I'll watch my son grow up, I'll watch him make a career, I'll watch him. ..destroy you with my own hands!

I...willing to guide him in the original direction, just like you said, hatred!

Facing this malicious curse, Tyrion smiled unconsciously, and stretched out his hand towards the king in front of him:

Then, welcome to the Council of Forgotten Kings... Say hello to your companions.