Azeroth’s Death Track

On the abandoned docks of Gilneas City, an entire fleet is preparing to sail.

What came here was not the official fleet of the Dark Blade, but a merchant fleet that was hired with real money and belonged to the Dark Blade Consortium to transport more than 30,000 werewolves and enough supplies to Kalimdor.

This is not a formal operation, but a private operation of the consortium hired by Varian Wrynn. Although the Federation's power is not huge in the southwestern part of Northern Xinjiang, this place has been regarded by the Supreme Council as the future border of the Federation. The tens of thousands of werewolves living in Gilneas City who are unwilling to join the Federation are also regarded by the Federation officials as a factor of instability.

But now, these unstable factors will be transferred, which means that after they leave, the Federation's operation to renovate Gilneas City can also be carried out smoothly. After all, this is the only large city on the Gilneas Peninsula, and it The geographical location of the Federation is also very important.

Did the dark blade just let me take these werewolves away?

Varian stood by the pier, watching the werewolves who were quickly boarding the ship under the command of the non-commissioned officers. He turned to look at Gene, who snorted:

I sold myself to Dark Blade in exchange for their indifference to these werewolves... What's more, do you really think those undead will care about 30,000 werewolves?

I've said it many times, Varian, don't pay too much attention to the Dark Blade Legion. It is not the enemy of the Empire. The Federation is what you and those young and reckless children should pay attention to...

Um.

Varian nodded. He pulled up the hood on the back and covered it on top of his head, while Valeera, who was also wearing the hood, followed him almost inseparably. This high elf girl seemed to regard herself as a Varian's shadow... a worthy defender.

The Bite Reef off the coast of Gilneas has been destroyed by the Darkblade Fleet from under the sea. This fleet will sail directly to Steam Sand Port in the Tanaris Desert. This journey will last for nearly half a month... Take this time to familiarize yourself with the combat mode of the werewolf army, and when you get to that continent, you won't have much time to hesitate.

Gene patted Varian on the shoulder. The old wolf king looked back at the fleet outside the port for the last time. Finally, he turned around and walked towards the portal opened by the Syndra elves behind. The old wolf left His back was slightly stooped, and his gait seemed a little staggering.

Looking at his back, Varian suddenly shouted:

Gene, is there anything I can say to Liam?

The old wolf king's footsteps stopped at this moment, he turned his head and looked at Varian:

Tell him to take good care of his mother and sister, and to be a real man rather than a good king... Also, tell him I'm dead and don't let him come to me!

After finishing speaking, as if fleeing from something terrible, Gene turned around and rushed into the shining portal. In the flash of the portal's light, Gene's shadow completely disappeared.

He loves his son and his family very much, doesn't he?

Valeera said softly:

He must be in pain, I can feel it.

Gene...I didn't like him before.

Rubbing his fingers, Varian said:

He used to be a bit arrogant, untimely and old-fashioned. He always put the interests of Gilneas above the interests of the empire. He was also ambitious. After beating the orcs, he was the first to quit the alliance when he was still very young. I hated him, but...but that's all in the past, and in the midst of these changes, everyone paid the price, everyone changed.

me too...

hum

As soon as Varian finished speaking, a huge portal was opened in the city behind them. Amidst the roar of machinery, more than a dozen huge black machines drove into the dark city. It was Varian. A large-scale engineering creation that An had never seen before, with heavy round tires, a steel shell, and a huge carriage.

This is a truck used to carry heavy loads in the Black Iron District. It has basically the same structure as a traditional truck, but it looks more stupid and thicker. It is like a bull made of steel. It has infinite strength and can bear the limit. heavy objects.

click

The door of the first steam truck was pushed open, and several children jumped out from inside. Dornan, who was fully armed, looked around, and then set his eyes on Varian. She walked over aggressively and stood there. In front of Varian, raised his head and looked at this mighty gladiator.

You are Anduin's father?

Dornan asked fiercely:

Why are you lying to us!

Well, I just... just have some problems of my own, children, and I didn't mean to lie to you.

Varian looked at the fierce little girl in front of him, and didn't know how to answer. He looked at the trucks lined up behind him amidst the roar of machinery, and asked:

what are these?

This is our 'farewell present' to you.

Anduin's voice sounded from behind, causing Varian to turn his head suddenly, and saw his son, the kid standing by the truck, looking at him with tangled eyes, Varian hesitated for a moment, But was soon pushed by Valeera behind him, and Varian looked back at the high elf chick, who waved at him, so Varian took off his hood and walked towards his son .

He half-kneeled in front of Anduin, his face covered with scars, his blue eyes looked at his son tenderly, after a few seconds, Varian took off his gauntlet and took it out of his back pocket. One thing was placed in front of Anduin.

That is the championship belt of the Champions Cup. The rough appearance is full of masculinity. It is composed of metal, crystal and Goron's animal bones. It is the orc language logo of the king of gladiators. It is priceless. Things represent the highest glory that all gladiators in the two worlds are pursuing.

This is our agreement, son...I got it for you, and it's yours now.

Varian reached out and wanted to touch Anduin's hair, but the child took a step back. He opened his blue eyes and looked at his strange father. He asked:

When we first met, why...why did you hide your identity?

Facing Anduin's questioning, Varian took a deep breath, retracted his hands in the air, looked into Anduin's eyes, and said seriously:

Because I want to protect you, son, and your uncle, Tyrion Dawnblade, I have some small...contradictions. I don't want to involve you and your mother.

Then why haven't you come to see us for so many years!

Anduin asked again, this time, there was a trace of grievance in the child's eyes, Varian gritted his teeth, took a step forward, and hugged Anduin in his arms, feeling the strength of his son hugging him tightly, The eyes of the peerless macho who had penetrated the Champions Cup all the way also had a little moisture in his eyes. He rested his chin on Anduin's hair and kept patting his son's back. He said softly:

I want to see you every day, my son, all these years, every night I miss you and your mother, but I can't go... I dare not face you, because once I was weak, Let me lose you... I have at least to prove to you, my son, that I am not a failed father, in short, please forgive me, Anduin, forgive your father.

I can't grow up with you here, because on the other side of the endless sea, those people who are still loyal to the Wrynn family are facing terrible threats, and I have to save them... This is what every Wrynn It is a mission that every man in the family must shoulder.

He said to his sobbing son:

I promise, Anduin, I promise...I'll be back, I swear.

He lowered his head and looked at Anduin, who was full of tears. Varian wiped his red eyes, then picked up the belt on the ground, and said to his son:

Let's take a photo...isn't that your birthday wish?

In front of the fathers, Dornan, who was pouting and sniffling from time to time, picked up the magic image spar specially used for taking pictures, and behind her, Taelia and Vanessa were hugging each other, crying Tears...

Farther away, Valeera looked at Tiffany in front of her, and she asked softly:

Aren't you going to say goodbye to him, Mrs. Tiffany?

No, my husband is going to do really great things, he just needs to go with the blessing, not the parental love that will distract him...

Queen Tiffany put on her white veil again today, covering her beautiful face. Behind the veil, her blood-red eyes stared at the high elf who had changed into a more conservative leather armor Girl, after a few seconds, she said softly:

Then, I'll hand him over to you, Valeera... take care of him for me.

The children relied on your victory and made a lot of money in the Champions Cup. They knew that Varian was going to fight a battle of salvation, so they exchanged that money for the standard armaments of the Black Iron District. These Armaments will be shipped to Kalimdor, tell Varian to use them well, it's the children's heart.

Facing Tiffany's request, Valeera nodded solemnly:

Okay ma'am, I'll pass Varian on... Also, thank you for your generosity and kindness...

No, you deserve it...

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Everything that happened in the Eastern Continent has not yet been known to the Empire. In fact, the current Empire puts most of its intelligence power on the Qiraji. The situation on the mainland.

With the three batches of anti-insect front forces heading to Tanaris, the swarm of insects spreading from the big rift has been effectively suppressed. With the assistance of the latest thermal weapons, the scattered insects have already It is difficult to threaten the safety of Gadgetzan and Steamwheedle Port.

It is reported that while fighting on the front lines is in full swing, SI:7 is also planning a precise attack on the insect nests deep in the Great Rift. As long as the female insects that keep multiplying insects can be killed, the situation on the Tanaris battlefield will be reduced. get effectively reversed.

Failed again...

In the depths of a gloomy crypt in the Shining Plains, the nerubian priest from the distant Northrend continent, the dismantler Scriss, used his silver-white compound eyes to stare at the blood in the petri dish made of glass in front of him. In the red liquid, there was a disgusting lump of flesh twisted out of shape. The weird thing was covered with weird limbs. It looked like a combination of Qiraji and nerubians, but at this time, the monster had lost everything. vital signs.

It took less than 15 seconds from birth to death.

The Qiraji's genes are very primitive, and the gene fragments of the Aqir Empire have not yet been lost. What a good sample, what a pity...it still can't bear the nerubian's mutated genes...

On the silver-white compound eyes of the disassembler, green light flickered, as if thinking:

We need more powerful genetic samples, and the carrying capacity of other workers is too weak...we need more samples.

The sharp forelimbs of the dismantler flicked, and the nerubian soldiers standing by the side immediately carried away the failed sample. These things will be cleaned up to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Unfortunately, the amber regeneration technology of the Yaqi Empire has been lost... What a pity.

The nerubian priest walked out of the crypt muttering to himself. As an ally of the human empire against the worms, it has recently provided the empire with many secrets about the habits of the worms, and even about the relationship between the female worms and their worms for reproduction, including different The general function of the insect nest, as well as the weaknesses of various insects, etc., these vital information gave the human empire specific ideas for defeating the enemy.

Unfortunately, its own research on the future of nerubians has been stagnant. The eggs sent back by the soldiers on the front lines of the empire have been used for gene transplantation experiments, but unfortunately, until today, this experiment has not been done. signs of success.

Both Nerubians and Qiraji are descendants of the Aqir Empire. The kingdom and civilization of Nerubians have been completely destroyed by the Scourge of the Undead. It is impossible to rely on the remaining Nerubians to rebuild civilization, but the Qiraji The appearance of the worm has given the dismantlers new hope... The Qiraji gene and the nerubian's gene come from the same ancestor, which means that as long as the dismantler can dismantle certain gene fragments of the nerubian Transplanted into Qiraji eggs, they can use these eggs to give birth to new compatriots.

It's easy to say, but it's hard to do. Although Nerubian civilization has related research, after all, after ten thousand years of evolution, the genes of Nerubians and Qiraji have too many differences.

The High Priest, the Blightcaller Druid is visiting!

A nerubian guard reported the news of the visitor to the dismantler. After a while, the dismantler saw the great patriarch of the Blightcaller in robes, Ms. Myana. Just as she was about to say hello, Myana took the initiative Open your mouth and say:

I heard that the nerubians studied the eggs of the Qiraji, trying to find new hope for their own civilization?

Um?

A ray of light flashed on the silver compound eyes of the dismantler, it was silent for a moment, then shook its forelegs:

Yes, there is no need to hide it, it is true... Are the Blightcallers interested in this?

Ms. Moana shook her head, she said frankly:

The Blightcaller is not interested in this, but we are very interested in controlling the insects once and for all, and some kind of biological modification method secreted by the nerubians... Maybe, Your Excellency the Dismantler can find time to come to Drustvar's emerald Visiting the Holy Land... I believe that we can have a long-term cooperation on this matter.