Azeroth’s Death Track

Aren't you going to see him?

In the garden on the upper floor of the Dark Temple, Alleria was wearing a homely robe, just like a real hostess, picking up her favorite flowers. This once small flower garden was under her care. It has become very prosperous now.

With the help of those artistic ghosts, this garden has been designed into a unique style. Walking in it is like walking in a real flower forest. After transplanting the soil back, the garden is full of natural atmosphere.

The Blood Mistress held a pair of scissors and sat on a bench in the garden, earnestly trimming the white rose in front of her. It was Tyrion's favorite flower and also Aurelia's treasure. Beside Leilia stood a lady in a long white dress. She was a human being with a light veil and long black hair scattered behind her back. From the perspective of her back, she looked very gentle and full of vitality. Everyone has a ladylike temperament.

Facing Alleria's inquiry, the mysterious lady shook her head. She handed the water bottle to Alleria, and said softly:

So what if we meet? He is no longer who he used to be, and neither am I.

But you should be well aware that Varian has been thinking of you.

Alleria stood up, holding a kettle in her hand, and sprinkled water on the flowers, just like a best friend, she persuaded:

My Tiffany, I know, you're blaming us, you think we've turned you into a monster, but I'm sure Varian won't care about that...you've seen his efforts, he was so Delicate big man, in order to take you and Anduin away from us, he forcibly turned himself into the most terrifying beast.

You should go see him! Even if it's just a conversation, a meal...

I don't blame you, Alleria. After I woke up, I was very aware of my physical condition. If you hadn't used blood magic to help me survive, I might have died a long time ago... I can't see it with my own eyes anymore. Seeing my son grow up healthy.

Queen Tiffany, who was wearing a tulle, put her hands on her chest, she turned her back to her good friend, and there was a hint of sadness in her voice:

But it's not time yet, Aurelia, Varian, my love has been working hard to save us, he has come this far, I know what a proud man he is, he will not accept a handout from the enemy ...If I go to see him now, it will be equivalent to dispelling all the reasons he worked so hard for, and that kind of loss will destroy my husband.

The queen turned her head, a gleam of light shone in her blood-red eyes:

My husband has been devastated once, and he can't afford a second.

But do you have the heart to see him challenge Tyrion for you?

Alleria put the kettle aside, took Tiffany's hand, and asked softly:

He can't win, even Lothar failed... My husband is no longer something that mortals can defeat. You shouldn't push Varian to a point of no return. It's cruel to him.

No, no, Alleria.

A trace of pride and trust flashed across Tiffany's beautiful face under the tulle, and she said in a deep voice:

My husband's hard work along the way will never be wasted. He will become a greater person. He will make Andu proud of him. He not only has responsibilities and missions for our mother and child, he also has a kingdom, even an empire. His fate needs to be borne, and Anduin and I will not become his burden.

He will become the emperor, just like his adoptive father, and become the greatest pillar of human civilization! I have already seen that future...

A unparalleled sharp blade will be forged in the furnace of pain, Alleria. Now I just need to wait patiently. When the sharp blade is unsheathed, I need to wait patiently.

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In a house in White Tower Port at the junction of Dustwallow Marsh and Thousand Needles, the leaders of the current human empire are discussing the upcoming barbarian war. The participants are:

King Galen Trollbane of Stormgarde.

King Arthas Menethil of Lordaeron.

Liam Greymane, King of Gilneas.

The prince of Kul Tiras, Derek Proudmoore, who will become king next month.

The Archbishop of Chaldea, the Countess of Prestor and the Duke of Ambrock who ruled the Kingdom of Stormwind in place of King Varian Wrynn.

In addition, Archmage Modera, Archmage Ansrem Ruinvivor, and Archmage Jaina attended on behalf of Dalaran.

This is the second-generation leader of the human empire. Their characteristics are that they are basically princes or princesses, and they are all young, but they have all experienced the turning point of the old era and the new era. They have seen the cruelty of war and will not be naive. Most of them believed in world peace, and in the end, they all had an unresolved hatred with the Darkblade Undead.

Originally, the great knight Uther of the Silver Hand would also be present, but that great knight was seriously injured by Saurfang, the most powerful death lord of the Darkblade Legion in the previous war, and is currently still in Dustwallow Marsh. New Stromgarde rests, and trains new paladins.

And among the humans in the hall, there are a few guys who seem to be very disobedient. They are war observers sent by the tribe, and they are all old friends of the human leaders, Thrall, Vol'jin, and the tauren Bain. Bloodhoof, they will not directly participate in the war, but once the three think that the centaur's war behavior will affect the tribal territory in the barren land, they also have the right to submit an application to the tribe to join the war.

This is unimaginable in the era of the old kings. Humans and orcs would immediately play each other's dog brains as long as they stood together, but now...to use an old saying...times have changed.

The intelligence officers have penetrated into the core area of ​​the centaur tribe. According to the information they sent back, those barbarians are planning a counterattack. Obviously, the westward advance of the empire has attracted the tension of these barbarians, and they are afraid of us.

Judging from the tentative boundaries drawn by the new leaders, the central part of Thousand Needles is part of the future territory of the Kingdom of Gilneas. Therefore, when the war came, His Majesty Liam seemed very enthusiastic.

The young king had a horrific scar on his chin, marring his handsome face, an injury sustained during the undead's last onslaught during the Gilneas retreat, and not just him, those present Every king has various scars on his body, representing their past experiences.

Although they cannot be regarded as veterans of hundreds of battles, these young people have all been on the battlefield. In the just-concluded battle of Northern Xinjiang, each of them was under heavy pressure in their hearts. The pressure given to them by those undead, the shame The feeling of being forced to leave their homeland... These emotions echoed in everyone's heart, making these young people somewhat unable to suppress their inner emotions.

Due to the fact that they are facing the undead across the sea, they urgently need to release the pressure in their hearts, and those barbarians who are unwilling to give in are obviously a very suitable substitute for war.

In other words, the grown man of the Human Empire was beaten all over the floor by the savage guy next door, and when he was feeling down, he met a brat who was provocative... What will happen, there is no need Say no more.

Human beings were indeed beaten badly by the undead, but the number of armies of the four kingdoms after reassembly was still astonishing. Even if part of the soldiers were cut because of the need to open up the wilderness, the remaining ones were not even mature civilizations at all. The barbarians who have no form can resist, and more importantly, the undead have opened the door to a new world for human beings with the artillery of the era. Even if it is only in the reorganization period, the armament replacement of various countries has already begun.

The arms dealers in the Black Iron District are happy to see the war happen. The goblins and gnomes have provided enough high-quality and cheap arms to the human empire that is on fire, and the human rulers also need a brilliant victory to restore the people's lives. Confidence is injected. Under the influence of these factors, the voice of doves is hardly heard in this war planning meeting. Every country and every general is sharpening their swords.

The gray wolf brigade that has completed the change of clothes has already entered the forefront of Thousand Needles, and we are ready to launch an attack at any time.

King Liam caressed the scar on his chin, and the cold light in his eyes became more and more intense during the slight pain. From the side view, the young Liam looked very much like Jean when he was angry, like Extremely his father who disappeared during the war.

The greatsword knights of Stormgard also set off from Dustwallow Marsh. We will attack from the southern part of the Barrens, where there is a large elevator made by the tauren. It only takes a few hours, and we can go around to halfway. The flanks of the centaur!

Kul Tiras doesn't have many marines to provide you, but as an empire, we will support you with at least 300 naval guns.

Lordaeron's army has assembled, and we are ready to go at any time... The soldiers are thirsty for blood, and we cannot stop them from venting their anger. In this battle, the centaur must be completely defeated!

The Priests of the Storm Kingdom are on call at any time, and...the Church of the Holy Light has also prepared secret weapons for this holy battle, the battle for the people to seize living space!

Archbishop Chaldea drew a religious symbol on his chest, and he said in a deep voice:

That's another kind of power! It's as powerful as the Holy Light to protect the people!

Beside him, Countess Prestor snapped her fingers with an indifferent face, and a black shadow flame entwined around her fingertips:

My people have found a new home in Dustwallow Marsh. As long as the empire needs it, the black dragon will also join the battle!

No, the black dragon is our trump card, we can't just waste it in such a war so easily.

Archmage Modera shook her head. She looked at the other leaders. After hearing about the destruction of Dalaran, the archmage with gray hair overnight said in a low voice:

This continent is not stable. Everyone, we must ensure that we have the power to turn the tables at critical moments. The power of the black dragons is not stable. There are too few of them. The top priority is to let the black dragons thrive... Now that we have The strength is enough to deal with these barbarians.

Of course, Dalaran's battle mages will also fight with imperial soldiers... We made many wrong decisions before, but we won't anymore...

That's good, that's...

His Majesty Alsace was speaking, the scene in front of him suddenly shook, as if the will of the whole person was thrown into another world in an instant.

There are snowflakes flying all over the sky again, the same dark spire, the same black magic blade, in this dead world, it seems that he is the only one left, walking in the cold snow, his long golden hair Flying in the snow, that mysterious voice sounded in his ears again:

Look! It's just a group of insignificant centaurs, a group of barbarians, far inferior to the dark blade, and you need your loyal soldiers to die. You really failed as a king, Arthas...

Haven't you seen your future clearly?

That great sacrifice will forge an eternally glorious human empire, and you...you will be the sword bearer, ruler, protector and creator of that empire...Your heart longs for victory, longs for glory, But you don't want to make even the slightest sacrifice...how naive you are!

Hehe, I have shown you the essence of that power, Arthas, you know, you know that is your future.

Think about your poor father, think about his tormented soul, think about the ravaged homeland... You are trying to defeat a mighty demon, but inside you don't have the courage to become a demon... What do you use to defeat it?

You are a boy, but you always want to prove yourself as a man...But you are still a child, a child who can't learn to sacrifice and give up...It's pathetic...

Well...

Arthas put his hand on the table, and rubbed his forehead with his other hand. His weak appearance frightened everyone around him. Archmage Jaina hurriedly supported the king's arm. She asked softly:

Alsace, are you okay? You have put too much pressure on yourself recently, you need to take a rest.

No, what I need is...to make a...sacrifice, a little bit.

The young king seemed to have not woken up from the previous vision, he said something in a blank voice, but soon he realized that the vision in his mind was over, and such a scene would appear in every dream recently So much so that Alsace had problems distinguishing between reality and dreams.

He looked at the worry in the eyes of the others, and finally, the young king shook his head:

Well...looks like I do need a break...

This war is left to you.

As he spoke, the king turned around and staggered out of the room. Jaina smiled apologetically at her brother, and then quickly chased him out.

Alsace, Alsace! Listen to me, I can't persuade you to forget the past, I know it's not easy, but please believe in one thing, we, I... will always support you behind, we are all watching Your future, that bright future.

Hearing the sound of heartfelt emotion, the young king sighed, turned, and squeezed Jaina's wrist, he smiled, and there was an inaudible confusion in the depths of his blue eyes ,He said:

Don't worry, Anna... I will protect you.

I've made a decision not to let anyone I care about suffer bad luck again, starting... from now on.