Azeroth’s Death Track

Jaina is an archmage, the top spellcaster in the human world.

She is very young, and she is only 18 years old at this age. To be awarded the title of Grand Mage by the Council of Six in Dalaran at this age can only show that she is indeed very talented in the field of magic.

The most mysterious Grandmage Krasus in the Council of Six once commented that Jaina is the most talented mortal in the field of frost magic he has ever seen, and even the existence of this little girl is very likely to be frost magic The manifestation of the essence in the mortal world.

This is undoubtedly an extremely rare evaluation. Considering Krasus's true identity, it can only be said that for Jaina, it is difficult for the observers to describe her as talented.

However, in order to become a great mage in Dalaran, in addition to talent and spellcasting ability, there is also a hard requirement, which is the understanding of the magic background and the storage of a large amount of magic knowledge. This is to prevent some genius mages from getting it too early. The top reputation and a waste of talent in the future.

But Jaina did it. At the age of 18, her mind is almost filled with a walking library, all kinds of magical knowledge, and even some stories passed down among mages. She is familiar with it. She was faced with such a dire situation, a desperate situation, and after a voice suddenly burst out in her head, Jaina's first reaction was not to respond to it.

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A mental detection magic was applied to her body, and the magic power of this magic was wrapped around Jaina's slender body, making her golden hair mixed with a trace of white flutter behind her head, but the result of this magic test made her very nervous. surprise.

There is no strange spirit attached to her, so... that voice?

Are you curious about my identity? Daughter of Hai, what do you think I am? A wraith, a villain who hides his head and shows his tail? Hehehe, with all due respect, little girl, you should pay more attention to your eyes Let's get to work.

The strange voice appeared again, causing Jaina to subconsciously clenched her staff. She pursed her lips and said in a deep voice:

Who are you? What do you want to do?

Oh, 15 minutes at most...

The voice said a nonsensical answer, and Jaina turned her eyes to the dancing flames on the sea in the distance, and she immediately understood what the guy was talking about for 15 minutes... After Dailin's King of the Seas joined the battle, with its terrifying With the firepower and precision, at most 15 minutes, the Kul Tiras First Fleet will be completely sent into the deep sea in the form of wreckage.

This gave the 18-year-old Jaina a sense of urgency. She clasped her fingers holding the staff again, and then she realized that the initiative of this weird conversation had been completely taken over by that damned, inexplicable, weird woman Mastered.

what should I do?

Jaina asked again, and this time, she no longer concealed the anxiety in her voice, and the husky female voice also let out a series of seemingly happy laughter.

Very well, you are beginning to understand the rules, hold on to your pendant!

What?

Jaina froze for a moment, and the voice said impatiently:

Hold on to your pendant, the one Dai Lin entrusted to you from the Dark Blade King...it is the key!

The archmage lowered her head and glanced at the silver anchor pendant hanging on her chest. Only then did she realize that there was a white shimmer covering the pendant's periphery. This was obviously abnormal, and she could not understand this phenomenon. , but this abnormal phenomenon itself represents a kind of hope at this moment.

Jaina's cold fingers grasped the silver pendant, and the fine silver chain around her neck was torn off. She held it up in front of her eyes, and a warm, familiar breath rippled from her hand, reminding her of Taste the sea breeze of Boralus Harbour.

Say your brother's name silently.

The voice gave instructions again, but this time, Jaina was completely stunned, and it took a few seconds before she stammered:

I... in my memory, there is no...

No? Haha, stop messing around, little girl, the whole world is telling you that you don't have a brother, but I know, and you know, you do! You just forgot his name, but the bloodline The connection makes you unable to forget him, your memory has holes, little girl, this is a kind of luck for you and your brother.

The voice explained something to Jaina slowly, and then, amid Jaina's hesitation, the voice said like a joke:

So, I guess, you may not know that you are not Dai Lin's only daughter...but you do have a younger sister. As for why she cannot appear in your memory, there may be many, many reasons, such as explain...

She's a... bastard.

Jaina took this sentence, her eyes were a little blank at this moment:

My parents did have an argument for a while when I was a kid, and those little things... Fenner, her name is Fenner, right?

Oh, I can't tell you that, daughter of the sea.

The woman who could feel a maturity just from her voice seemed to be teasing Jaina on purpose. In a sharp laugh, she read the name:

Tandred...Tandred Proudmoore, recite this name silently, daughter of the sea, guide your brother on the way home. Judging from the current situation, you and your brother, as well as your Followers, urgently need his help, hehe, the young man who lost his name and life will actually become the savior of civilization, the world is really impermanent.

The voice let out a sigh of emotion, and then quietly dimmed. She seemed to have finished what she wanted to do, and she was about to leave.

While Jaina was silently chanting the name Tanred Proudmoore in her heart, she could feel that her thoughts seemed to extend into a strange space through the pendant in her hand, and when she silently chanted her brother's When she named her name, she could even hear a vague response.

Don't go! I have...questions.

The archmage called out to that voice in her heart with two minds, but there was no response until she sounded the eccentricity of that voice. At this moment, the 18-year-old archmage was a little shy and embarrassed, but in the end, the thirst for ignorance overwhelmed Inner emotions, she whispered:

Sister... sister, are you still there?

Oh, cutie...Of course I am here, you are so good, this voice reminds me of the little priest at that time, she is like you, she has a beautiful face, a little shy, but she hides something in her heart with a poisonous snake...that bitch!

The mature and magnetic voice reappeared in Jaina's mind as if she had found a new toy. The archmage could even feel a pair of hands touching her cheek, but when she spoke to the end, that sharp voice The hatred and disgust contained in the voice really made Jaina feel that she might have made a reckless decision.

But now that he has made a decision, he can waste his will, the archmage asked while raising the pendant that was emitting more and more intense white light into the air:

You, why do you know me and my family so well?

Oh, because I'm free, daughter of the sea.

The voice said nonchalantly:

The years of my existence are more than ten times the history of your family. Almost all civilizations in this world except trolls have grown up under my watchful eyes. I have seen your cloaked clothes on the sea in the night sky. The compatriots who wore animal skins and held stone spears entered the sea with fear for the first time, and I have also witnessed your first stone city built from scratch.

I witnessed with my own eyes that your ancestors gathered here and established a meaningless civilization in my opinion. They are like bugs crawling on the ground, doing their best to make their own war weapons, and then launching endless wars... .Just for a little leftovers...

Your individuals have no minds of their own, and your leaders lose their glory...Your civilization gropes its way in the dark without knowing that the reins of its advance are in the hands of the ambitious...Know Is it? Little girl, in my opinion, the 3,000-year history of human civilization is not even as interesting as what happened in the 5 years of the system established by the Dark Blade King in the south...

The voice spoke in Jaina's soul in a hymn-like tone:

He brought change, Daughter of the Sea, I have done wrong things, I tried to cause change, but I failed, and he did it... The fire of change that will last for a thousand years has been ignited in this world , the darkness beyond civilization and wisdom is about to be dispelled, you, like me, have to face an unknown future, frankly speaking, this makes me feel that my boring life finally has a little more fun.

But he's a tyrant! He's a butcher! Tyrion Dawnblade, he's a... damned!

Jaina retorted, and after a moment, the voice seemed disappointed, and she said the last words as if tired:

No, Jaina Proudmoore, you are trapped in a narrow mind and cannot escape. From my point of view, what he has done so far is 10,000 greater than you who claim to be righteous and bright. Times... Seriously, after all this, do you really think you guys represent justice?

She paused, as if to give Jaina time to react, but her voice fell slowly before Jaina could speak.

You let me down a bit, daughter of the sea, but maybe it's because you're too immature, it doesn't matter, I have enough time to wait for you to grow...and, quietly watching the flames that are about to ignite in this world... It's a lot more fun than dealing with those crazy cultists.

The whisper disappeared completely at this moment, no matter how Jaina called again, the voice never sounded again, as if she was really asleep.

On the other side, in the gap between the worlds, there is also a sea, sky, and clouds in this inaccessible space, but everything here is still. On that sea, the third and fourth fleets of Kul Tiras Moored in the sea, it is like a traveler who is completely lost, not knowing where to go.

And there are not only these two fleets on the sea, but also many sea ships, their styles are different, and some ships are even dotted with the popular figure heads hundreds of years ago.

Like a group of people abandoned by the world...

There! There!

Tanrad Promoder, who has been forgotten by the whole world, stands on the bridge of his flagship. This 18-year-old, bohemian young man is still like a prodigal when he disappeared, with his golden hair scattered and loose. On the shoulders, the captain's uniform on his body also opened his chest, but at this moment, the prince of Kul Tiras with blue eyes seemed to see the lighthouse of returning home, he held up the command knife in his hand, loudly shouted:

I hear, Anna's voice, she is calling me...she needs me...our country, our people need us!

Kul Tiras Fleet! I am Tenred Proudmoore! Listen to my orders... The enemy is ahead, advance at full speed, and prepare for battle!

No matter what is outside, no matter what is outside... Let them see, we Kul Tirans are amazing! Go!

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To...to be defeated...

With the support of Adjutant Sanders, the pale-faced Drake managed to stand up. Before his eyes, the mast of the Queen Anna was set ablaze by the shelling of the King of the Seas. His first Kul Tiras The fleet had lost two-thirds of its warships, and the remaining third was wounded.

He just knew that his father was very powerful, but when he actually stood opposite the fleet commanded by his father, he realized what the title King of the Sea really meant.

Every command he gave was seen through by Dai Lin. As soon as the fleet made an attack, the opposite side had already started targeted countermeasures. Coupled with the undead soldiers' 100% execution of the order, Dai Lin only used One-third of the ghost fleet in the mist suppressed the entire Kul Tiras Armada on the sea surface, almost unilaterally.

Drake realized that he was too immature... in front of his old father, his little naval experience could only last so far.

Bump!

The admiral of Kul Tiras looked at the burning flagship and said softly:

Sanders, you steer the boat, crash it, entangle father's boat...give the people time to flee the battle...we have to do this...

Obey, Admiral!

Colonel Sanders had served the Proudmoore family for generations. When he heard this cruel order, the colonel froze for a moment, but then, he gritted his teeth, walked through the fire, and rushed into the control room of the battleship.

In the Flame Burning Sword, Drake used his command saber to support his body with difficulty. He raised his head and looked at the roaring Sea Kingship on the sea through the flames. Amid the sound, the young captain gritted his teeth, puffed out his blood-soaked chest, and shouted loudly:

Dailen!

I, Drake Proudmoore, I'm here... to challenge you!!!