Azeroth’s Death Track

In the earliest ages of every civilization, the night is a symbol of some kind of fear.

When the primitive people survived the difficult night around the fire, they would be alert to every inch of darkness around them, as well as the dangerous hunters hidden in the darkness. Perhaps, over time, primitive civilizations realized that the dark night was dangerous, and they began to respect the cold night just as they feared the sun.

And also from that time on, the gene of fear of darkness has been imprinted in the blood, and has been passed down from generation to generation...

Even in a world of magical civilization like Azeroth, the night also represents danger in many cases. In the era when the human empire still ruled the eastern continent, even the most experienced hunters would not choose to hunt themselves in the dark The generals avoid fighting in the dark, and even the priests who believe in the Holy Light will teach the believers not to go out at night.

In the country lanes, there are also stories about night demons. Women use such legends to scare their misbehaving children, and children who grow up with such bizarre stories will naturally keep vigilance against the night.

This is not just a natural phenomenon, it is actually more like some kind of inheritance of civilization. It looks very ordinary, but when you look deeper, there is some truth in it.

The night in Thousand Needles has become more and more dangerous recently. Although the centaur barbarians have been completely defeated, there are still vigilant human warriors wandering between the camps they left behind.

These most elite soldiers hold cold guns and swords, and often patrol at night in a scale of a dozen people, and are equipped with flare guns. There are also griffin knights waiting for emergencies in the camp.

The last two battles of the Westward War were not won by these human soldiers. Although the news was tightly sealed, any soldier who experienced those two battles knew that it was the demons summoned by the warlocks that destroyed the centaur The last resistance of the tribe, they have witnessed those ferocious demons descending from the sky, under the screams of the Centaur Khan, they completely defeated the barbarians with green magic fire and endless slaughter.

Although the warlocks controlled the number of demons summoned and tried their best to weaken the demons and centaurs to the extreme after killing each other, there were always some uncontrollable factors in the ritual of summoning demons. It was going well there. After a small number of demons were killed by the centaurs, the number of centaurs was also weakened to the extreme, and then they were defeated by the human army waiting in full force.

However, on the battlefield in the northwest of Thousand Needles, the number of demons summoned by the warlocks appeared to be too many. In the wilderness of Feralas, the traditional territory of the night elves.

The warlocks of the Black Sickle Council have repeatedly assured that those fleeing demons will not cause any impact, but the local generals will not trust these previous street rats, so during the recent patrols, the weapons and numbers of the soldiers were all controlled. It has been strengthened a lot... But judging from the current situation, those warlocks may not have lied. These professionals' assessment of the demon's behavior pattern is correct, and those sporadic demons did not make any moves to attack humans.

They're starting to realize what power really means.

Between Thousand Needles and the mountains where Feralas meets, a dark shadow stands on a rock, looking at the human camp in the distance. This shadow looks like a human being. He wears a thick long hood The body is wrapped in it, and an epee with a sheath is carried on the back. When turning the fingers from time to time, one can see a black gauntlet shining with an obscure light.

The mysterious guy whispered:

After being beaten, even the most stubborn guys began to try to accept the forces they regarded as heretical, which is good, it can unite everyone, which is what they should made.

So, is this the report you're going to file?

Another voice sounded in the dark wind, as if in the blink of an eye, a slender figure appeared next to the sneaky human, but the dress of this slender figure was almost exactly the same as that of the human, also covered with a long hood The body is different from human beings, under his hood, a blood-red light will flash from time to time.

The council is waiting for the supervisor's report on the westward advance of the human empire. As far as I know, Dai Lin's fleet is cruising outside Thousand Needles. He is fully prepared for the invasion. This will be the council's first move towards civilization. An assessment, if you think their actions and policies do not meet the requirements of the parliament, maybe these humans who are celebrating their victory will have to prepare for another surprise war.

The slender voice seemed to be agitating for something, his voice was full of hoarseness and haze, which matched the cold night very well.

But this kind of agitation didn't work. The tall and mysterious human being was writing on the drawing board in his hand, and the dark night that stretched out his hands didn't seem to be able to block his gaze.

Why do you want to judge it as unqualified?

He asked:

At the moment when civilization was threatened by barbarians, these young people did not succumb to difficulties, but led the people to rise up to resist. This shows that the immigrants of the human empire have not lost their pursuit of glory, nor have they lost the courage to fight back. A man with courage A civilized civilization is a good civilization.”

In the course of the war, the leaders of mankind were not tortured by the pain of the past, and did not ignorantly oppose the new concept of war. They learned from their enemies and won the battle with new weapons, which shows that this Civilization also possesses reason and wisdom.”

After the war reached a stalemate, they did not blindly use human lives as a price for victory, but bravely accepted those potential allies who were rejected before. The human church carried out internal self-improvement and recognized the existence of shadow priests , also accepted the warlocks' request to join the war, and formally accepted the warlocks into their own power system, which shows that they are pursuing self-sublimation, starting to understand and use previously neglected power...

The human babbled a lot. He picked up the quill and said softly:

Therefore, by forgetting the supervisor powers given to me by the Council of Kings, I judge that human civilization is walking on the right path. This civilization assessment...passed! The war decision link is on hold...waiting for the next assessment result .”

Amidst the sound, he signed his name on the drawing board. It was a beautiful handwriting, and the name was very familiar...

Storm Overseer, Bolvar Fordragon.

tsk tut

Behind him, the slender figure let out a strange snort, and he said:

Are you sure you didn't deliberately draw a one-sided judgment because you have your homeland in your heart? After all, you were a human being, didn't you?

One-sided? Maybe.

Duke Bolvar, Lord of Death, glanced at the brightly lit human camp in the distance, and said in a hoarse voice:

But I am not the only supervisor this time. I believe that the other majesties will make the same fair judgment. Well, my supervisory task here is over, and it is time to leave. Speaking of which, next time One surveillance target... the high elves of Feralas, right?

The human turned around, allowing his body to be covered by a long black hood. He looked at the slender figure beside him, and let out a deep laugh:

That's your compatriots, and I've heard they're in... bad condition, so do you think they'll pass the assessment?

Look at your disgusting tone.

The slender voice seemed unwilling to answer this question, and he replied casually:

The evaluation process of the high elves is different from that of humans. The civilization indicators of the long-lived species and the short-lived species cannot be confused, and even if they are embarrassed, so what? I believe that Kael'thas will not make other people take risks. The decision's...so, don't gloat! Bastards.

Alright alright.

The Storm Watcher stepped into the darkness, and the two walked side by side. After a while, he suddenly said:

But you and His Majesty Anasterian are very clear about what is in Eresalas, right? In fact, in my opinion, the situation Kael'thas is facing at this time is worse than that faced by the Human Empire. The barbarian war is a hundred times more dangerous! Any wrong decision he makes may ruin the entire high elf civilization, which will lead to the war resolution of forgetting the kings.

Are you really not worried?

The slender figure was silent for a few minutes, and finally, he let out a long sigh.

What's the use of worrying? This road was chosen by Kael'thas himself. No matter what the result is, he must finish it by himself and bear it by himself... All His Majesty and I can do is to bless him. That's all.

Let's go, let's go to Feralas... Let's witness the trajectory of civilization there with our own eyes.

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Fordragon...passed.

Terenas...doesn't pass.

The black hand...passed.

Dailin... Well, barely passed.

In the mansion of Midnight Garden in Stormwind City, Tyrion was flipping through the Overseer's report in front of him, which was the assessment made by several Overseers on the development of human civilization after the Human Empire's westward war.

These rulers who have been forgotten by history have evaluated the current human empire from various aspects. Except that King Terenas made a failure conclusion on the current political chaos in the human empire, several other observations They are optimistic about the current development of human civilization.

This also shows that human civilization, after immigrating, used its outstanding performance to win time for itself to develop again... 3 years, 3 years later, it will be the second round of civilization evaluation, and the requirements at that time will be much higher. It's tougher now, but that's for the future anyway.

It seems that the young people are doing well.

Lord Darkblade leaned back on his chair, looking at the map of Kalimdor hanging on the wall in front of him. He was playing with a small red flag in his hand. With his fingers dancing, the small flag whizzed and pierced the human body. on the borders of the empire.

I said, will this result disappoint you?

Aurelia's voice sounded behind Tyrion, and the Blood Mistress put a glass of blood wine with ice cubes on the table in front of Tyrion, and her fingers slid slowly on Tyrion's neck , she bent down, leaned on Tyrion's shoulder, and asked with a sly smile:

My war madman, are you angry that you have lost a reason to start war?

Well, I do feel a little angry...

Tyrion pretended to be calm and said something. The next moment, the great lord grabbed the arm of the mistress with both hands, and pulled her into his arms. Their lips kissed together. Since the undead do not need to breathe, this deep The kiss lasted an astonishing amount of time... and then there were some little joys that observers loved, but couldn't describe in detail.

The blood of Salein blended with each other, giving the undead an unimaginable experience. After the rare passion ended, Aurelia, who was wearing a very light long dress, curled up in Tyrion's arms. On the lord's chest, he was playing with a lock of Tyrion's hair. The two of them did not speak, and neither of them wanted to interrupt the warm atmosphere at this time.

The next civilization inspector will be the high elves...Sun King Kael'thas sent him and his people into a very dangerous situation. Judging from the current situation, as long as Kael'thas takes a wrong step , Dailin's fleet will immediately rush into Feralas, burning Elesalas to ashes, and the night elves staying there can't stop Dailin's fleet...

Tyrion ran his fingers over his wife's perfect body, and whispered in Aurelia's ear:

Tell me honestly, are you worried about them?

It's a language trap, isn't it?

Alleria blinked, kissed Tyrion on the cheek, and whispered in his ear:

I have learned not to interfere with your thinking, my love, I don't want to be your burden, so don't pay attention to my thoughts...

You were never a burden.

Tyrion hugged his wife tightly, bringing the two closer together. He stretched out his hand and flicked the ear of Mistress Blood, and said softly:

Don't listen to those people's crazy talk... I never blamed you, the reason I asked you this question is because we can't keep your sisters imprisoned in the Dark Temple, do you understand what I mean ?They are the living, they have their own destiny... We have no right to decide their future, Shiva still won't talk to you?

Yes, she is also your sister, and you know her temper best.

Alleria closed her eyes slightly, hugged her husband, and said:

Shiva locked herself in her room, she refused to communicate with anyone except that nasty human being... God my sister is in love with him, I can feel it, but why a stupid human being?

Then let them all go.

Tyrion stroked his wife's ear, staring at the map on the wall in front of him, looking at the standard Feralas on the map, he said:

Humans have earned themselves a future, and now it's time for the high elves...but it's inhumane to bind Kael'thas hand and foot and make him choose. He needs some help.

While talking, Tyrion picked up the silver pen made by craftsmen on the table, and signed his name on a document while Alleria hummed a nice tune.

The result of the assessment of the centaur civilization...failed (X4).

The war resolution is activated, the target is Desolation... the war mode...destroy! The target of the war... punish the civilized population... reduce the vitality of the centaur by one-third, the follow-up plan is waiting for the results of the second assessment.

Signed by...Tyrion Dawnblade