Azeroth’s Death Track

The night in Thousand Needles is warmer than that in Northern Xinjiang. After all, this place is closer to the central axis of the world, closer to the sun, and the climate is warmer.

Of course, you will never experience that kind of gentle warmth in this Gobi. The hot wind here always hits your face with a touch of sand. Fortunately, under the detection of magicians, dark rivers hidden under the barrenness were discovered one after another.

This piece of land is not unsuitable for human survival, but to live better here, you must first master the laws of this piece of land, or change it in a rougher and more effective way.

However, the current human pioneers do not have this ability... They lack the ability to change the world, but perhaps, they will not always lack it.

Human beings have been unlucky for so long, and it's time to get a little lucky.

crash

Alsace, who suffered from insomnia again, stood by the window in his pajamas. He opened the window and looked at the stars in the night sky above him. As a native of Lordaeron, Alsace had hardly seen anything like Thousand Needles. At first glance, he would feel that this land is hopeless, but after getting used to it, he can feel the vastness and infinity of this land more and more.

Even people's thinking is affected by this vast and atmospheric scenery.

crash

Another gust of rough wind blew, and the fine sand in the wind slapped the king's face, like a pair of ungentle hands touching his cheeks.

And in that wind, there seemed to be another voice.

It's time to start...

yes.

Alsace straightened his body, stretched his shoulders, and said to himself:

It's time to go.

The young king took a last look at the silent night outside the window. He reached out and closed the window, and then walked back into the bedroom. After a rustling sound, the prince in armor and hood came out of the bedroom with a package on his back. Walking out, before leaving, he reached into his arms and took out a folded letter.

He looked at the letter, took it in his hand, kissed it, and put it on his desk.

The moment the candles in the house were extinguished, the king appeared outside the room. In front of his eyes, the most loyal Falrick and Marwyn were also dressed like a king. After seeing Arthas walk out, the two The chief guard nodded slightly to the king, handed the weapon to the lord, and then the three figures disappeared into the night at the port of the White Tower without a sound.

At the edge of the port, there is a goblin merchant ship that has been hired in advance. This large ship is enough to cross the endless sea. something.

Of course, he will lose something too...

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Ma'am, here are some things we found. According to His Majesty Alsace's instructions, it should be reserved for you.

The next day, at the same moment when the leaders were about to go to the battlefield, an attendant of the Lordaeron royal family delivered the folded letter to the Archmage Jaina. The Archmage looked at the letter in her hand, and she had an ominous premonition , looking at the attendant, she asked:

Where is His Majesty Alsace?

Uh, according to His Majesty's itinerary, he should be on his way to Ashenvale now. The scenery there is very beautiful, and it is very suitable for His Majesty to recuperate for a few days. We also want to thank you, Ms. Jaina, and only you can persuade Your Majesty to put down the heavy work. , rest for a while,

The loyal attendant in front of him said with some concern:

Your Majesty is more diligent than the old king, especially after we arrived in Kalimdor, he did everything about the people himself, but this is a terrible threat to his health.

Well, I see, go do your own thing.

Jaina nodded, and at her gesture, the attendant saluted and left quickly.

Did you really go to Ashenvale?

The Archmage looked at Faith in front of her, and she said to herself:

This is not like the way I remember you would choose to relax...

While talking, Jaina opened the letter. It didn't look like it was written temporarily. It should have been prepared for a long time. Jaina even saw different traces from the color of the font, which shows that this letter The letter should have been completed after several revisions.

This letter is more like...a farewell than a parting letter.

This made Jaina even more worried.

To my dear Anna:

By the time you read this letter, I've made a choice... I'm sorry I haven't told you about the visions that have been running through my head for the last few months because I don't want you, let Others who care about me are worried, please forgive my machismo, when I return, you can hold me accountable, I promise, I will not refute.

phantom?

Jaina's eyes widened. She inexplicably thought of the voice she heard on the beach outside Whispering Harbor that night, but her instinct told her that it should not be the same thing.

So she continued to read.

It was a weird illusion. I don't know where it came from, but now that I think about it, it should be after the retreat in Darrowshire. That voice has been lingering in my head. I have concealed a lot, including that How I escaped from the siege of the undead one night, I am not unwilling to tell you the truth, in fact, I do not know myself.

The last sight before I collapsed from exhaustion was the backs of those undead who could have easily killed me and turned away...Those undead from natural disasters, my Anna, has a force controlling them from behind, and now , that power has also begun to affect me.

It told me repeatedly that there was a mission waiting for me in a distant place, and it showed me that future in my dreams with all kinds of visions, that cold, cruel future, in dreams. , I became the same monster as Tyrion Dawnblade, possessing the same powerful power. In the dream, I led my legion to fight the undead of Darkblade, and behind me... was protected by me You who got up.

I didn't pursue it because of the power it promised. After experiencing so many things, I have already understood that strong power does not represent a blessing. Maybe it is just a curse. What really made me make up my mind is precisely I'm in the will to protect, I've lost my father, I've lost my country, I can't allow myself to lose you...lose those who silently followed me.

So, I decided to embrace it.

These words were written very hard, and the pen marks even leaked out of the paper. Just looking at these words, Jaina could think of the moment when Alsace made up his mind, the painful decision, the sacrifice. One's own future in exchange for a will to protect power.

However, this is not what Jaina wants.

As a mage, she knows better than anyone else the nature of the dark forces that wander outside the world. In Dalaran's library, there are also countless stories left by her predecessors, which show that those uncontrollable forces will affect a person. What kind of devastating changes and blows have occurred to people.

In Jaina's view, what Arthas is looking for is the most dangerous one... It is invisible and intangible, and it can invade the mind of a paladin like Arthas with just one touch, and it continues influence him.

Even the decision made by Arthas himself, this great sacrifice, may not really be in the king's thinking, maybe it's just because he has been influenced by that voice for too long and too deeply.

idiot!

Jaina got up suddenly, she looked at the letter in her hand, an indescribable anxiety echoed in her heart:

You should have told me earlier... the same power as Tyrion Dawnblade, which is... that is the power of the undead! You are really... crazy!

But Alsace's letter was not finished, there were still some last paragraphs.

The reason I don't tell you is because I know you will stop me. You always do this, predicting the future with the calm mind of a true mage. I like you like this, but sometimes, I feel that I should listen to it occasionally. Listen to instinctive persuasion.

That voice is very strange. It is definitely not a light force, but some of its words are very reasonable... Anna, what we are facing is a demon, an army of undead, sweeping the entire Eastern Continent He didn't even use his full strength to destroy the empire that the respected Emperor Lothar and our fathers had worked so hard to support.

It's cunning, cruel, vicious, crazy...

To defeat such an enemy, it is not enough to rely solely on the will of the soldiers. We also need to make sacrifices...noble and great sacrifices, incarnated as a demon, a demon more terrifying than Tyrion Dawnblade ...Only in this way can we see the hope of defeating him...That is the path I chose for myself, and I will sacrifice myself in exchange for the future of human civilization...

Don't come to me... My love, I will come back to marry you after I defeat Tyrion... Pray for me, bless me.

—I love you Alsace.

idiot!!!

A loud shout sounded from the room Jaina was in, and the sudden burst of ice magic froze everything in the room. Jaina looked at the letter in her hand, and felt a feeling of losing the most important person in her heart again. The last time I felt this way was when Tenred disappeared and Dai Lin died in battle...

She was going to lose Alsace.

What are you talking about turning into a demon...Idiot! Who would say such a thing as a normal person, not to mention, can you defeat that devil by throwing yourself into the abyss?

Jaina clenched her staff tightly, and her figure disappeared in place amidst the flashes of her figure.

You're just running away, Arthas, you're running away from this pressure, you idiot...I'm going to slap you hard, I'm still insisting, how can you give up...

I don't allow it! I don't allow it!!!

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Um?

The prophet far away in the Northrend Borean Tundra suddenly opened his eyes.

In front of him was a meditation room full of draenei styles. Since the birth of this race of stars, their civilization has been closely linked with gems. Therefore, in this home of another world There are also traces of gemstones everywhere.

In Velen's meditation room, all kinds of gems come from Azeroth, some he brought from Draenor, and even gems from the distant world of Argus. Those shining gems are in the On the dome of the house, a mysterious rune array was drawn.

This is the magic circle that can make Velen's will more concentrated and comprehend the future fragments.

And just now, the Prophet completed a peep into the future, but what appeared before his eyes was the future he saw on the merchant ship crossing the ocean when he first arrived in Azeroth a few years ago fragment.

That figure is not Tyrion, but also wields the power of the dead, and wields a black magic sword... To this day, Velen already knows who that figure is...

Arthas Menethil, the new king of Lordaeron.

But...how is this possible?

The old prophet looked at the purple gem in his hand. The future fragments brought by the song of the soul may not be correct. He knew this from a long time ago, but the same scene appeared several times, which also means that the future is very likely Will appear.

He can't ignore...

Thinking of this, the old prophet stood up and picked up his staff from the side. He planned to go to the new frontier of the human empire and tell the news to the leaders of the humans... Wait, why did you tell the humans? Where is the leader?

Velen's footsteps suddenly stopped in place, and the rosary in his hand started spinning again, which symbolized that the old prophet began to think about some important issues.

Even if I tell them that those young people don't have the ability to deal with it at this time, and they can't stop Alsace, this news will even directly cause internal rifts in the human empire, so to solve the problem, we must find the core of the problem ...No, no, no, humans shouldn't be told.

The old prophet's eyes turned to the east, and he remembered the questions he was thinking about in the battlefield of Whispering Harbor when Emperor Lothar died in battle, and a ray of light shone in his clear eyes:

The one who can solve the problem... is the power of the undead again, so, Tyrion, would you be interested in this news?

Hey hey hey guys, you got the age wrong~ In the chronicle, Thrall is younger than Garrosh, older than Dranosh, Varian is older than Arthas, and Arthas , even Jaina is older than Thrall... The reason for this illusion may be that the gifted child Thrall appeared earlier, but he is indeed a junior in the younger generation.

In short, this is not a twisting of people of different age groups, their age itself is within a generation, as long as you read the chronicles, you will know this. In fact, it is not normal for Kane and Thrall to have a good conversation , in the eyes of Kane, Thrall and his son belong to the same generation... In our words, Thrall is just older.

You thought Sal was an old man? No, he is an out-and-out little fresh meat...