Azeroth’s Death Track

At the turn of autumn and winter in the 15th year of the Dark Portal, less than a month before the first snow fell, on this ordinary day, the defeat of the centaur tribe in Thousand Needles and the battle of the human empire westward Victory, like wings, spread to every human gathering place in Kalimdor.

Although the life of the immigrants is only just getting on the right track, although the immigrants have not yet adapted to the climate of the New World, although they still miss their homeland, although they have not yet recovered from that terrible defeat, the news of victory always makes people feel happy. Joy, for a while, Dustwallow Marsh, Thousand Needles and Shimmering Plains were filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Especially at the moment when those centaur prisoners who had been defeated by all their wills were enriched into the frontier team under the escort of the savage cowboys with live ammunition, everyone uttered the sound of celebrating the victory.

These captives will dedicate their lives to the pioneering cause of the human empire. They will work for their new masters on this piece of land that once belonged to them, until they die. Even their bones will become the future nourishment of this barbaric land.

It sucks, but no one pays attention to them... losers, don't deserve attention.

But the human army did not disperse at this point. On the contrary, after the discussion among the kings, the Gilnean army located in Thousand Needles turned around and began to cross the Shimmering Plains, approaching the Tanaris Desert, where there was heat from the goblins. An important trading city of the Sand Consortium, Gadgetzan.

The goal of the human army is very clear. If the Steamwheedle Consortium cannot pay the empire enough compensation, then they will not hesitate to tear themselves apart with the goblins. Anyway, the poor and white human empire now has nothing but hard bones. If the goblin consortium can bear Gaki If Mori and Steam Sand Port were both destroyed in the war, then the human empire would not mind fighting with these disgusting guys who secretly supported the barbarians until one side fell completely.

And the Kul Tiras fleet anchored in Dustwallow Marsh also began to go northward, besieging the goblin port of Briartooth, which had just been bombed more than a month ago. Obviously, this time the human empire has mobilized all its military forces, They defeated the invincible barbarians, they achieved a difficult victory, this victory inspired their will, and now they don't want to bow their heads and live.

A difficult choice lies before the goblins, and the Steamwheedle Consortium did something wrong... Now it's time for the little greenskins to pay.

But no one will sympathize with the Steamwheedle Consortium, not even the other goblin consortiums, because the intervention of the Steamwheedle Consortium this time is too stupid... Their bet is wrong this time, and the loser will pay Isn't it natural that the winner pays tribute to the spoils?

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Brother Kel'Thuzad!

The Great Warlock, who was invited to attend the victory reception held by the Church of the Holy Light, brought his entourage with him. As soon as he walked into the hall, he was hugged by a beautiful girl. This warm embrace made Kel'Thuzad very uncomfortable, but Under his stiff face, there was also a trace of nostalgia for the past in those eyes.

He stretched out his hand awkwardly, patted the shoulder of Jaina who was holding him crying, and said softly:

Okay, Anna, don't act like a child.

But Jaina did not let go, but hugged Kel'Thuzad even tighter.

The two of them are both disciples of the great mage Antonidas. In the former city of Dalaran, the relationship between the two of them was not good, but after experiencing so many things, especially after the destruction of Dalaran, they But they have become relatives who depend on each other for life.

Even if Kel'Thuzad is no longer willing to admit it, in his heart, in this scene, for Jaina's true feelings, his heart that has been contaminated by darkness is somewhat moved.

Of course, as the leader of a group of the most cunning and vicious spellcasters in the world, Kel'Thuzad would not easily show his inner emotions, especially the emotions that would make him look cowardly.

He patted Jaina's shoulder very restrainedly, and said in a deep voice:

Anna, I understand your pain, but it's all over. Maybe you are still the same you before, but I... I am not the same person I used to be.

This remark made Jaina's body stiff for a moment, but a few seconds later, the weeping pear blossom and rainy archmage wiped away her tears. She looked at her former senior brother with a smile on her face, and said softly:

It doesn't matter, whether it's a mage or a warlock, you're finally back...Brother, that's enough.

After finishing speaking, she leaned slightly towards Kel'Thuzad, and made a standard mage ceremony, while Kel'Thuzad re-examined the once childish junior sister in front of her. It was only a few months since she hadn't seen her, and Jaina's temperament had simply changed. The earth-shaking change, that naive girl is dead, and what is replaced in this body is a strong and tenacious soul.

Disasters always make people grow up quickly in an extremely painful way.

This made Kel'Thuzad suddenly feel a little more relieved, but this time, he did not hide his thoughts any more. The corner of the great warlock's mouth was slightly raised, and he responded with a standard mage salute. Then he took his entourage and strode forward. Walked into the hall in front of you.

Kel'Thuzad didn't care about all the gazes from around him, but it was the first time that Kanrethad and the orc Letson who followed behind him entered such a high-standard reception in this capacity. Facing those strange gazes, the performance of these two warlocks was somewhat...uncomfortable.

Welcome, Kel'Thuzad...Master.

At the center of the reception, Archbishop Chaldea, wearing a black robe, expressed a restrained welcome to the warlocks on behalf of the Church of the Holy Light, and the kings also raised their wine glasses to the great warlocks with different expressions.

Although the formal agreement has not been signed yet, this action already represents the return of Kel'Thuzad's adventure... The human empire is no longer qualified to pick and choose. They need the power of warlocks. For this reason, they must also give warlocks deserved status.

But then again, the Church of the Holy Light has even accepted the shadow priests who have always been regarded as heretics, and the warlocks who use demonic power... are at best just an addition.

Isn't there a saying that is good?

Heretics are always more hateful than heretics...

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Anna, where have you been?

Jaina didn't stay in the reception hall for too long, she had other important things to do, and when she returned to another hall in the White Tower Port, the young kings who had left the reception were waiting for her.

Alsace, who was just recovering from a serious illness and looked a little thin, looked at his girlfriend's face with concern, and the obvious tear stains made him a little nervous.

I just met a...old friend.

Jaina casually skipped her encounter with Kel'Thuzad, and then turned to look at the dark figure sitting in the hall. She frowned and asked:

Who is this?

Let me answer you, child.

A low and old voice sounded from behind another door in the hall, and as the door was pushed open, the man was wearing a white linen robe, holding a thornwood cane, with gray hair all over his head, and needed the support of two priests to move forward The frail old man walked into the hall.

And the moment they saw this aging old man, all the people present, no matter if they were kings or princesses, stood up in unison, and expressed their welcome to him with the most humble gesture.

It can be seen from this that the identity of this old man must be unusual.

My lord Faol, you...you should have returned to New Stromgarde.

King Garin took a step forward and supported the Pope of the Church of the Holy Light with his own hands. He is a unique existence in the world of human civilization and belief. In front of the Zongzong, all power in the secular world is meaningless, because it only takes Fao a word, and the unstable rule of these young kings will be overthrown in an instant.

You have to know that a large part of the reason why Lothar successfully became the emperor of the empire back then was because His Majesty Fao had always stood firmly by his side.

It's a pity that Faol's grade is too high, and now he has reached the twilight years of his life. According to the nobles privately, the next pope may be selected within five years, but Faol His Majesty is indeed a person favored by the Holy Light. No one knows when he will step down from his high position. Judging from the current situation, even the most power-hungry nobles are unwilling to see His Majesty suffer the Holy Light. The call of light.

At this juncture, the human empire has only just gained a firm foothold in Kalimdor. Once Faol passes away, it will inevitably cause the overall will of the empire to slacken. In other words, the current Pope of Holy Light is like an extremely important Like a mascot, he must persist in this position until the most dangerous moment has passed.

But even so, no one dared to underestimate this old man who has not been involved in the affairs of the empire in recent years, and every time he appears, there will be a drastic change, such as this time, although the pope only showed up on the battlefield It took less than 10 minutes, but the fanatical fighters blessed by faith managed to drive the barbarians out of the middle of Thousand Needles within just 10 days.

This is definitely a small miracle in the history of human warfare.

Good boys, come to me.

Although His Majesty Faol was very old, his eyes were still as clear as a lake. He waved his hand to let the priests who protected him leave, and then, supported by the kings, he sat on a chair in the center of the hall. The others waved, and the figure who had been in the shadows slowly walked up to the Pope.

It was an assassin wearing black leather armor with his face covered. Under the mask, his expression and age could not be seen. The interspatial ring was placed in the hand of His Majesty Faol, and then quietly disappeared into the air just like when he came.

That's the intelligence officer who once served Lothar...

His Majesty Faol put the ring in front of his eyes, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, and he said softly:

That kid made a mistake, but at the moment when Lothar died in battle like a great man, he already knew his mistake, and he will pay the price with the rest of his life, dedicating everything for the continuation of the empire... Children, listen I said...the dangerous moment has not passed, and although the undead have given us time under Lothar's plea, they will not wait forever.

Our generation can only do so much, so the responsibilities and missions on you are extremely heavy. Sometimes I wonder if it would be too inhuman for you, who are still a little immature, to undertake such a heavy mission. But, but fate, this world, it doesn’t give us too many choices, it doesn’t give us the time to be fully prepared.”

It will push you to where you are supposed to be, but children, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the Light is on our side.

Faol looked at the young kings and princesses before him, and said:

Regardless of who among you will inherit Lothar's position in the future, you can trust all that he left behind. Of course... I will not interfere with the birth of the second emperor, but I hope that in this difficult Moment, please don't stain that position with blood again...you, children, will you grant an old man's request?

This straightforward question caused all the kings in front of them to look at each other in blank dismay. Faol had no cover under his crown, and he put the most important, but also the most embarrassing, problem facing the human empire at the front of the stage. Facing the old man's Inquiry, no... not an inquiry, although His Majesty Faol's tone was kind, but the message revealed by these words was actually very tough.

He doesn't want to see blood on the throne, this is a warning...

Faced with this warning, the young kings had different faces, but unfortunately, they did not have the power to choose.

Seeing the kings nodding one by one, His Majesty Faol lifted up the brass ring in his hand with satisfaction, and he handed it to the people in front of him:

I summoned you here to deliver this matter to you. In fact, I came to Thousand Needles for this matter... You know, I don't like war, hehe, but I must Being here for that lousy reason, because, I have to hand it over to you.

This is... this is what Lothar left for you, the legacy.