Azeroth’s Death Track

The high elven civilization, led by the young Sun King Kael'thas, went through some ups and downs and finally got on the right track of rebuilding civilization.

This matter is not small or big, and it has indeed caused a lot of discussion in the Kalimdor continent, but from the perspective of the entire world, it is just a node in the complicated history. The symbol is the civilized ruling signed by several forgotten kings that appeared on Tyrion's desk.

The Battle of Elesalas represented the Sun King Kael'thas. The Sunstrider finally understood the basic qualities and necessary choices of being a ruler. The courage shown by the high elves in this event that affects their own future, The tenacity, the optimism shown during the reconstruction of the ancient city, and the high group quality all represent signs of rapid development of this race in the next few years.

Although Kael'thas and his affiliated think tanks have shown some irrationality in dealing with the survivors of the upper elves, this does not affect the supervisor's ruling on their civilization.

But despite this, we still cannot ignore the cold reality that the high elves are currently facing. According to the calculations of the Sunstrider Grand Lich, and according to the current efficiency of the high elves in using the magic power of the mana terror Immoltar, this weak mana terror Will enter the aging period in 15-20 years, and the magic power it provides will not be enough to maintain the group magic addiction of the high elves...

Therefore, the Overseer Council believes that the high elves still have not escaped their own crisis. Due to the inherent particularity of the high elf civilization, the council finally decided to extend the second ruling period of the high elf civilization to 15 years.

The following are the preliminary ruling results of the high elf civilization:

By--Bolvar Fordragon

Pass - Anasterian Sunstrider

Pass - Terenas Menethil

Not passed——Daelin Proudmoore (The reason for not passing is: the high elves have not overcome the influence of their own magic addiction. I personally think that the future of this race is flawed. The symptoms of magic addiction carried by the high elves themselves, that is, It is the original sin of this race.)”

Such a result did not surprise Tyrion. In fact, while he was busy with the important affairs of opening up the world of the dead recently, the high lord would occasionally observe what happened in Eresalas through his own eyes. Everything, Kael'thas Sunstrider is not clear, when he makes all the decisions, in the shadow behind him, there is a ghost owl between the virtual and the real watching him.

Tyrion himself is also very curious about what kind of decision this childhood playmate will make. Facts have proved that although Kael'thas occasionally makes emotional judgments, most of the time he makes decisions It starts from the perspective of the needs of the people. In the royal society and civilization of the high elves, such a ruler cannot be said to be unqualified.

And Kael'thas can take the initiative to go to the human empire to seek support, and he doesn't care about personal honor or disgrace, which makes Tyrion appreciate it very much.

Therefore, in the last position of this civilized ruling, Tyrion took up the pen and signed his name...

Through—Tyrion Dawnblade.

This is a small reward, but Kael'thas, the crisis is not over yet...

The great lord put the quill pen in his hand on the pen stand, and then put the document on the edge of the table. He did not go to the realm of the dead to explore with the little ghost Yuna today, because today he wanted to take a rest, and today , There are two very important things that require him to come forward.

During this period of time, it was very difficult for Tyrion and Yuna to explore the Realm of Death... On the one hand, the process of assimilation of the High Lord by the Realm of Death seems to lack the influence of certain factors, which caused him to enter That world will quickly enter a weak state and it will be difficult to adapt. On the other hand, Yuna as a guide lacks the magic wand and crown, which makes it impossible for Yuna to take Tyrion to a further place...

But the good news is that Tyrion and Yuna finally figured out how to use the little doll Nuer. This weird six-clawed bear doll is endowed with an effect similar to space positioning. , She can open a home way for her and Tyrion anywhere in the realm of death, which means that the two will no longer get lost.

But judging from the current situation, before Yuna got the wand and the crown, they had no way to establish a outpost belonging to Dark Blade in the unclaimed land of the Realm of Death.

According to Tyrion's experience, this kind of thing that can only be progressed purely by luck is usually not rushed.

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Unbelievable...

Jeffrey Dylan wore his best clothes and was walking in the streets of Stormwind under the leadership of Rogelio, the Lord of Death. His gray eyes stayed in the crowd on the street from time to time. He could see The living and the dead walk the same streets, and they coexist peacefully.

Such an impossible scene in northern Xinjiang has become commonplace since he entered the Khaz Modan area. The living in the Federation seem to have gotten used to the existence of the dead. The two species are completely different in physiology and spirit. Coexistence in a special system... This is a reality that Jeffrey has never thought about since he woke up, and he dare not think about it.

No matter how many times he sees it, he sighs for it.

Probably seeing Jeffrey's doubts, the death lord as a guide explained to him in a low voice:

The Defias Federation is a new civilization supported by Dark Blade. Under the leadership of the Supreme Council, the people of the Federation got rid of the ignorant and backward living conditions in the past. They play a role in the new system that they never played before. Individuals can find their own ideal future, and the dark blade has given the federation real freedom, and under the protection of the dark blade's force, the federation will always hold this freedom.

So, this is the relationship between protecting and being protected?

Jeffrey turned his head and looked at Rogelio, he asked curiously:

Is acknowledgment of the rights and existence of the dead some kind of 'price' for this protection?

No

Rogelio shook his head:

In the federation's civilization, the parliament clearly stipulates that all races that agree with federation's rule have completely equal rights and obligations. On this land, you can see dwarves, dwarves, high elves, werewolves, goblins, and others A small number of orcs, as well as the Syndra elves who are about to join the Federation, all races at least have no distinction in terms of law, and the undead...undead like you and me are also members of these many races.

The Lord of Death said seriously to Jeffrey Dylan who was listening:

You and I, and these humans, these lives, we have no difference at the level of federal law...We are not special, we are part of this system, so humans will not be afraid of us...Although There are still many big humanists in the Federation, who are always fanning the flames and trying to stir up conflicts between humans and other races, but in the current system, what those clowns are doing is meaningless.

That's why I brought you here, Dylan.

Rogge looked at the compatriots in front of him with the calm eyes unique to the undead, and he said:

I hope you can see the true appearance of the federal civilization with your own eyes, and then take what you see and hear back and share it with your settlement. The great lord wants me to pick out a qualified ambassador. In my opinion, you You are the most suitable in your settlement, you have a curiosity that other undead lack... This is a very rare and very important virtue for undead.

Rogelio's confession made Jeffrey Dylan silent for a moment, then he raised his head, looked at the Lord of Death seriously, and finally nodded:

I will, I promise.

Very well, then come with me now, and we will meet the High Lord... He is very interested in you and your naturally recovered compatriots, and, don't be afraid, unless you anger him, he is actually a very A good talker.

Led by the death lord, Jeffrey Dylan got into a black carriage, and amidst the jingle of the bell, the two drove all the way to the Midnight Garden.

Jeffrey Dylan, this is a special character.

A few months ago, the Dark Blade Battle Group stationed in the northern border received a report about the Stratholme area. The fanatical paladins of the Chapel of Wish, the group of self-proclaimed Scarlet Crusaders, are frequently carrying out some kind of extermination activities in the mountains of Stratholme.

The change of the Scarlet Crusade immediately aroused the curiosity of the Dark Blade Battlegroup. After sending scouts to investigate repeatedly, the two death lords in the northern border got a shocking news.

The group of paladins who missed the empire were fighting against the undead... But those undead did not belong to the Dark Blade, nor did they belong to the natural disaster, they were born naturally! There is no shadow of any force on them, and no one knows when they will appear, but in the remote areas of Stratholme and Northern Border, settlements of natural undead, large and small, have already appeared.

In fact, if it weren't for the crusade of the Scarlet Crusade, these naturally born undead might not be discovered by Dark Blade until a long time later. After all, they are theoretically the same kind, and between the same kind and the same kind, there will always be vigilance.

Another reason why Dark Blade failed to discover these naturally revived undead in time is because... Each of these naturally revived undead has complete wisdom similar to living people, and even a complete soul. They understand How to hide yourself, also know how to protect yourself.

But unfortunately, they do not have the power to match wisdom. They are like ordinary human beings. They only have very little death energy in their bodies, which is barely enough to support physical activities. Death energy to make yourself stronger.

They are like life in another sense... Once the death energy in the body is exhausted, they will die just like life...

After hearing about this special group of compatriots, Tyrion rushed to the northern border immediately, but he did not act rashly, but asked the death lord to send a messenger to communicate with this group of equality Sibling exchanges of natural recovery.

Obviously, Tyrion felt something was wrong from these special undead.

And Jeffrey Dylan was the first undead willing to contact Dark Blade after Rogelio's messenger went deep into the Stratholme Mountains. He was the Mayor of their small settlement.

boom

The gate of Tyrion's mansion was pushed open, and Rogelio made a please gesture. Jeffrey Dylan, who was a little nervous, took a deep breath, adjusted his quaint clothes, Then he stepped into the not dark room in front of him.

He had enough reason to be nervous. At the moment of his recovery, the Battle of Northern Frontiers was in full swing. He and his compatriots had seen with their own eyes how the Dark Blade's army defeated the powerful human empire. In the Battle of Whispering Port On the edge of the battlefield, there are even scouts sent by these undead. They are very aware of the power of the dark blade, and it is precisely because of this that they hide themselves carefully.

Because no one knows what kind of posture these compatriots who have great power and are loyal to the same system will face these free undead.

The moment Dylan walked into the room, Tyrion, who was wearing a casual-style hunting suit, was turning his back to him, slowly pouring a bottle of blood-red wine into two glasses.

And the moment Jeffrey Dylan saw Tyrion, he felt the powerful power hidden in the body of this peaceful compatriot in front of him, especially the ferocious soul in that body. Feeling terrified, in Dylan's vision, Tyrion was like a god surrounded by black flames, making his soul and body tremble involuntarily.

Um?

Tyrion felt the fear of the weak soul behind him. He turned his head and looked at Jeffrey Dylan in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze. In this free undead, he smelled a familiar future. Light, but absolutely true.

The Realm of Death...

Tyrion's eyes narrowed. Under his concentrated gaze, Dylan's whole body trembled more and more frequently. In Tyrion's spiritual vision, Jeffrey Dylan's soul even showed signs of collapse , until Tyrion waved his hand and injected a mass of black soul power into Jeffrey's body, which stabilized his almost collapsed soul.

The great lord stepped forward and handed the blood wine with ice cubes to Jeffrey. He asked softly:

You're Jeffrey Dylan, right?

Yes... yes, High Lord.

Geoffrey took a sip of the cold wine for himself. Stimulated by the spicy and mellow taste of the special liquid, he barely recovered his sanity. He bowed to Tyrion and saluted:

I am the mayor of Herman Town, a powerful lord. On behalf of the Forgotten Ones of Strasso District, I salute you.

Forgotten?

Tyrion shook the liquid in the glass, leaned on his desk, and looked at Dylan in front of him:

Is this what you guys call yourselves? It's quite vivid, but what I'm more curious about is, Jeffrey, when did you recover, no...I mean, as far as you know, the first of you When did the recovered group of people recover?

This question stunned Jeffrey. He thought for a few minutes before he said with some uncertainty:

Well, it should have been... 14 months ago...

really!

Tyrion showed an expression of as expected, he sipped the blood wine in his hand, and a gloomy light flashed in his eyes.

14 months ago...wasn't that when he first entered the realm of death?

It seems that these naturally born undead in northern Xinjiang are indeed related to his connection with the realm of death. Yuna seems to have also appeared at that time.