Azeroth’s Death Track

So you just rejected her like that?

At the regular meeting of the kings, Jaina looked at the disgruntled King Garin in surprise, and the archmage said in a painful voice:

Your Majesty Garin, you should do this. We need the Blightcaller's knowledge about the Zergs, and we need their support... A large bug nest has appeared at the southernmost end of the Shining Plain. The Zergs are brewing a war. We need allies!

Then what else can I do?

Galin raised his head and looked at Jaina, with a flash of anger in his eyes:

The Blightcaller doesn't really ally with us at all. That nagging woman made it very clear. They strictly abide by neutrality. They believe that the existence of the undead is reasonable! They have no common enemy with us. In our future and Dark Blade When fighting, they will not provide help, is it really necessary to cater to such an ally?

Staying neutral is better than pushing them against us, Garin! Your hatred of the undead has begun to cloud your judgment!

Jaina stared at Garin without letting go. Under the watchful eyes of other kings, the voice of the archmage became sharp:

The war with the dark blade is something that will happen in the future, and the threat of the insects is real. Those monsters can attack us at any time! But you pushed the only person on this damn continent who was willing to help us Open! Are you crazy?

You don't realize the seriousness of the problem, Jaina!

Galin slapped the table and stood up, and the young king shouted:

That's a new kind of faith, Archmage! I know you're unbelievers, but we're different, we're believers in the Holy Light, and the Holy Light guides us to fight, and it's dangerous to let the faith of the Blightcaller into the Empire... I have made it very clear that they think the existence of the undead is reasonable! Do you understand? Once this belief spreads in the empire, those believers will also think that the existence of the Dark Blade is reasonable...they will be believed Wash away the hatred!

Do you understand? The teachings of the Blightcaller are terrible... At least for us, that teaching will destroy the foundation of the empire's existence... Have you forgotten what the undead have done to us? Think about it, once The people start to think that the undead are harmless, so what's the result?

Jialin lowered his head, gasped for breath, and said wearily:

We will never be able to return to our ancestral land... The people are unwilling to participate in the war against the undead, relying solely on us... How can we defeat the Dark Blade?

The atmosphere in the hall became low and oppressive at this moment. Jaina wanted to refute Garin's point of view, but she also had to admit that what Garin said was reasonable. The mages of Dalaran believed in knowledge and would Knowledge is belief, but that is not the case for the common people of the empire. Once the belief of the Blightcaller spreads in the empire, it is really hard to say what the result will be.

Galin's consideration is correct.

A moment later, the eldest king, Jaina's brother Drake, played with the pocket watch in his hand, which was the movement when he was thinking. He squinted his eyes and said softly:

But Anna's doubts are also correct. The results of the scouts' investigation in Tanaris have been sent back, not to mention the bugger base camp in Silithus, and even the buggers in the big crack in the Tanaris desert. The number of people is enough for us to have a headache. I can only say that relying solely on human beings really cannot win this battle...and the most important thing is...

In Kul Tiras, the teachings of the Blightcaller have begun to spread. At least in Drustvar, which is occupied by the undead, the people of Kul Tiras have begun to believe in the Blightcaller. My people are protected in the mountains. From this point alone, I have to thank them. The Church of the Holy Light in Kul Tiras strictly divided the distribution of teachings from the Blightcaller a few years ago. ..”

Drake glanced at the kings in front of him, and he said:

Do you understand what I mean? We need the power of the Blightcaller, but we also have to be vigilant against the spread of the Blightcaller's teachings, and the empire itself has its own religious beliefs, so everyone, the decision on this issue is actually not in our hands ...

He knocked on the table and said to the other kings:

This is an issue in the faith community. It requires the pope and the archbishops to nod. We have no right to decide, so your quarrel is meaningless.

A few seconds later, Drake coughed lightly:

Also, Jialin...I advise you to prepare mentally in advance.

Huh? What do you mean?

I mean, based on what I know about the Pope and the current situation, you probably really need to apologize to Patriarch Myana, and you have to win her forgiveness... Seriously, you didn't It should be so impulsive.

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crash

Somewhere in Thousand Needles, the ground of the desolate land suddenly vibrated strangely. After a few seconds, the dust on the ground turned outward, and a dozen strange figures appeared on the land illuminated by the setting sun.

These are more than a dozen bugs... but not Qiraji. They have a black appearance, but they wear light armor made of special materials. Those bug warriors also hold weapons similar to bug jaws. Among the guards are several insect priests wearing black robes decorated with strange patterns and silver spider silk, and one of them is an old friend of Archmage Jaina.

The nerubian High Priest of Azjol-Nerub, Skris the Deconstructor, held a rune stone in his sharp forelimbs, and in the air in front of him, a blue light curtain flickered slightly, on which was a rough The map of Kalimdor also marked the territory of the human empire with special magic power.

The lower body of the Dismantler is a spider-like structure, while its upper body is humanoid, with a unique silver compound eye on its face, the wound it was bombarded by Tyrion with the terrifying power of the soul last time has healed, But it still left a hideous scar on its face, the light representing the beating of mental power flowed in its silver compound eyes, and after a while, the disassembler put away the rune stone.

This is here, the territory of mankind... I feel the breath of compatriots. It seems that the information we have received is very accurate. Another descendant of the Yaqir Empire lives not far from here... very good...

The gloomy nerubian priest's black robe is windless and automatic, and its huge spiritual power spreads on the surface of Thousand Needles, and begins to search for Jaina's soul wave in the human city.

We will get back the legacy of the ancient empire, and it will help the Nerubians regain their lost homeland... All of this is due to fate.

The nerubian priest's use of spiritual power has entered an indescribable level, and soon, the information it spreads in the invisible diffused energy was received by Jaina who was far away at the port of the White Tower. After tens of minutes , a blue portal lit up in the remote valley of Thousand Needles, and the figures of Archmage Modera, Archmage Jaina, and Archmage Ansrem jumped out of the portal.

Scriss? I didn't expect you to appear at this moment.

Jaina looked at the Nerubian Priest who was surrounded by Nerubian guards, and her experience of adventure in Northrend appeared before her eyes, making Jaina welcome the guests who came from afar with joy. .

Arthas has gone to the Borean Tundra, where the undead are attacking, and he cannot leave, but believe me, nerubian friends, you will be welcomed by kings in the Human Empire.

Archmage Modera gracefully welcomed the arrival of the nerubian priests, while Archmage Ansrem, who had never been in contact with nerubians before, looked at the dangerous guy in front of him with a scrutiny. ..Without any spell-casting tools, he can spread the spiritual power for nearly a hundred kilometers. The nerubian priest in front of him has already been labeled as dangerous by him.

This rare and huge mental power means that as long as the nerubian has the reason, it can easily manipulate the thinking of nearly a hundred civilians, or silently manipulate the will of soldiers.

The nerubians never forget their promises, human friends.

Scriss' hazy voice sounded in the mind of the archmage in front of him. Just like in the past, the nerubian priest behaved very calmly. It did not have the red tape of humans, and it stated its purpose straight to the point:

I heard that you are going to go to war with the worm civilization named Qiraji? That's why I'm here. The nerubians are willing to help the human empire. In exchange, we hope that after destroying the worm nest of the qiraji, Can you give us those intact, unhatched eggs...

Gaining an ally is certainly a pleasure, but the strange intentions of the Nerubian confuse the three archmages. Archmage Modera asked:

Qiraji eggs are very dangerous things. According to the samples collected by our scouts, once they hatch, they will become terrible killers. Those hatched bugs have no consciousness of their own, but have cruel and terrifying Nature, so I'm curious, what do you want those eggs for?

Facing this question, the silver-white compound eyes on the face of the disassembler flashed a light. Instead of answering directly, it asked rhetorically:

My human friends, have you heard the story of the Aqir Empire?

Um.

Archmage Jaina nodded. In the past today, she heard about the war between the ancient Yaqi Empire and the Troll Empire from the Patriarch Moyana.

But the worm empire has been destroyed, hasn't it? It is said that the qiraji are their descendants. They are as fierce as their ancestors, but they have become more terrifying through evolution.

No, no, the Qiraji are not the only descendants of the Yaqi Empire.

The disassembler let out a series of deep laughter in the hearts of the archmages:

After the collapse of the ancient Yaqi Empire, three distinct branch civilizations survived, one of which migrated to the southernmost tip of the world, and they rebuilt their kingdom under the rolling yellow sand, and the other disappeared in the civilization's For a long time, the last branch went to the northernmost part of the world. Under the severe cold and snow, the Nerubians of Azjol-Nerub also had their own unique civilization...

Yes, friends, nerubians, we...we are also one of the orthodox descendants of the Yaqi Empire, we are here to retrieve the heritage of the Yaqi Empire, but don't worry, we and the Qiraji have long since disappeared. relationship, and now...we are on your side.

New allies, new journeys, and... a new future for the nerubians.

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Look at this damn place!

Thassarian, wearing a black veil, complained, while copying the shotgun in his hand, and kept shooting ahead. The brass-colored bullet casings hit the disgusting red creeper under his feet. Before his eyes, buzzing came from Under the bombardment of powerful bullets, the brightly colored Qiraji worms constantly sprang out of the cave, and their ugly heads were constantly exploded. Amidst the green blood splattering, the corpses of the worms had already piled up the defense line in front of Thassarian. .

Beside him, there were more than a dozen death knights and their undead infantry firing continuously, and behind Thassarian, a few dwarven engineers were arranging a huge number of high-explosive bombs deep in the small insect nest.

Since coming to Silithus, in the past week, the Order has been busy with such work besides chasing and killing the Twilight Cultists everywhere...

They don't want to pay attention to these bugs, but the problem is that where the Twilight Cultists gather, there are always these damned, barbaric, disgusting, and never-killable Qiraji.

But fortunately, in the face of this kind of fear, the undead who are not afraid are more suitable to let go and kill than humans or other flesh and blood creatures.

Dogan, are you alright?

Thassarian pulled out the empty magazine and threw it in the tactical bag behind him, then took a special magazine from Rured beside him. He glanced back at the busy engineers behind him, and confirmed After the bomb was installed, the human death knight let out a roar, aiming the shotgun in his hand at the buzzing swarm in front of him, and the other death knights took a step back in unison.

boom

A specially-made bullet pierced the head of the first purple beetle, smashed the monster into pieces, and then pierced the abdomen of the second beetle. After the kinetic energy was exhausted, the magic pattern on the bullet was activated, hiding in the large The magic spar inside the bullet became unstable. Amidst the ear-piercing screaming sound, a huge ball of fire exploded in the passage of the small worm nest, and the blazing flame engulfed everything around it.

In the acrid gunpowder smoke, the Commandos of the Order stared at the barbecue-smelling insect limbs and rushed out of the nest. Behind them was the angry Qiraji swarm. Thassarian turned back and fired another explosive bullet , at the same time as the second fireball soared into the sky, the bomb deep in the small bug nest was also activated. Amid the frenzied vibration of the ground under their feet, behind the commandos, a thick pillar of fire almost shot into the sky, blowing the entire sand The ground and those bugs that had no time to escape were completely submerged.

Pooh

After the vibration slowed down, Thassarian spat out the sand in his mouth. He looked at the clips he had withdrawn with some distress. There were less than 5 rounds of the surprisingly expensive and powerful explosive bullets left.

Damn it, 2000 gold coins have been exchanged for a bunch of meaningless bug corpses!

The human death knight patted the ignited flame on his arm, he cursed unluckily, and then the entire commando team began to pack their things and prepare to return to their camp in the Silithus desert, but at this time, a The vigilant tauren machine gunner suddenly shouted:

Captain! There's a man over there! He looks like he needs help... like an elf! Some bugs are chasing him!

Huh? Elf? In this place?