Azeroth’s Death Track

Sudden disasters are always thought-provoking.

The disaster that happened to the Kaldorei night elves during the summer and autumn of 2017 at the Dark Portal shocked the entire Kalimdor even more, especially since it took several years to adapt to the environment of the Kalimdor continent. human empire.

At this time, more than five years have passed since the tragic battle of Northern Xinjiang, and the five vassal states of the entire human empire have almost come out of the nightmare of almost subjugation and extinction, but just as they were about to raise their heads and start When it was time for a real new life, the Darkblade Undead destroyed the most important pillar of the extremely powerful Kaldorei civilization in their view again overnight.

It's as easy as the night of the Battle of Whispering Harbor... No, it's even easier than defeating human civilization back then.

When the news was transmitted back to the territory of the empire via the legion of the human empire stationed in Felwood Forest, the people's livelihood was in an uproar for a while. Human beings, on this day, remembered the fear of being wantonly dominated by the undead.

The tragic experience of the night elves awakened the beautiful illusions of those who were buried in their new lives. After the empire migrated to the Kalimdor continent, the undead were not powerless to pursue humans. The reason why they did not do so was probably because of Lothar The emperor's plea before his death, this is not fate favoring the empire, the reason why human civilization can still exist today is purely because of the great sacrifice of a great man.

But the undead will never remember Lothar's request forever. One day, they will reopen the flames of war covering human civilization. At that time... who can save them?

Are they looking forward to the appearance of another Lothar?

In just a few days, the ministers of the five kingdoms of the human empire have dug out the long-lost military expansion plan, and the generals are frantically connecting together, advocating the theory of the threat of the undead, in order to gain more power to speak, and the entire human race Civilization is like ants in a hot pot. They sensed the threat and began to prepare to accumulate strength and use all means to protect themselves from the threat of the terrible shadow.

However, in the eyes of a truly discerning person, these messy proposals are meaningless except for the waste of national effort...

duh

The seal of the Wrynn family, which represents the kingship of the Storm King, was stamped on a decree that had just been written. Varian Wrynn, who was sitting in the office, looked at the brief decree in front of him and the one under the decree. With the bright red seal, a cold light flashed in his squinted eyes, but it was fleeting.

The Storm King raised his head and looked at Reginald Windsor, the Minister of the Interior who was sitting in a wheelchair in front of him. He was transferred to Wrynn's inner court minister, in charge of all affairs in the court. He wore a well-cut black uniform, and his white hair was cut into short hair like a soldier. He looked hale and hearty, and he wore a monocle, looking It's no different from the stewards of those big noble houses.

Mr. Windsor, are you all ready?

Facing Wrynn's endless question, the minister of the inner court nodded. He played with the black cane in his hand, and said softly:

The Duke of Ebonlocke is a great nobleman who understands righteousness. After I chatted with him a few times, he has made a wise choice. He will stand by our side. In exchange, after the new political system is determined, His Excellency Aebrock will become the Prime Minister of our country...he will be responsible for establishing the first ruling cabinet, and considering Duke Aebrock's ability to govern, I think this is a very appropriate price.

Of course, we must guarantee His Excellency the Duke's private property and three manors, and also retain the honorary title, as well as the qualification of a hereditary senator in the Senate.

Um.

Wrynn didn't comment on this matter, he just nodded slightly, and then looked at Windsor, waiting for the next words of this minister who was deeply trusted by him.

The Archbishop of Chaldea didn't make too many requests, but he has a resistant attitude towards the openness of faith. Of course, considering that the Archbishop of Chaldea is a sincere believer in the Holy Light, his persistence is understandable. According to According to our agreement with the church, part of the church’s religious property will be appropriately reserved, and the rest will be assigned to the state. The first batch of open faith areas is designated as the four southern counties. This is the last insistence of His Majesty Chaldea. .”

Countess Prestor didn't make too many demands. She said that she and her black dragon will stand firmly on your side. Of course, she also hopes that the black dragon can officially become part of the Stormwind Kingdom after this reform.

The last is our pioneering knights. Over the past year or so, we have never broken contact with them. Although a small number of pioneering knights unfortunately fell into the sugar-coated trap of those nobles, we are happy. The most amazing thing is that the vast majority of pioneer knights keep their vows, and I believe that as long as you give an order, they will respond to your call in various regions.

After Windsor finished speaking, in front of his eyes, Varian, the Storm King, crossed his fingers and propped his chin. His black eyes flashed with light of thought from time to time. After nearly ten minutes of silence, Varian Ann finally raised his head, he looked at Windsor in front of him, and he handed him the brief decree in his hand.

Then, go to print, Sir Windsor, after 5 days, I will have this decree representing the advent of the new era posted in every town in the Kingdom of Stormwind! I will let the people hear my voice again... .Send a letter to the Countess and the Duke of Ebonlocke, I need their strength to stabilize the 7 counties in the south of the kingdom for me, as for the 5 counties in the north and the capital...

Varian reached out and took down the strange-shaped war sword from the sword stand next to him. The moment the War Destroyer fell into his hands, blue and white lightning splashed in all directions, completely illuminating Varian's cold face .

I'll come in person!

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Dear Ms. Tyrande, on behalf of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, as well as my younger brothers, His Majesty Arthas and Queen Jaina, I would like to express my deepest condolences to you and your country for the disaster.

The envoy of Lordaeron's palace, Alsace's elder sister, eldest princess Calia Menethil sat on a chair in the rebuilt Moon God Temple, talking to Ms. Tyrande in front of her, and behind her were people from Envoys from other kingdoms of the human empire, and even the orcs, who have never dealt with elves very much, also sent a shaman symbolically.

The oddest of all was a goblin merchant in a tuxedo standing among the envoys, envoys...and merchant ambassadors for the Steamwheedle Consortium.

These envoys brought comfort from other kingdoms. Of course, they also brought some urgently needed supplies to the night elves. In the name of the empire, the human kingdoms sent enough food for the night elves for several months, while the orcs sent A lot of meat was brought, the Church of the Holy Light sent some healing herbs and holy water, the tauren sent a batch of cloth, and the high elves sent precious magic materials.

What the goblins brought was a trade agreement. As long as the night elves signed it, the Steamwheedle Consortium promised to meet all the material needs of the night elves in the next five years. The price was to open the entire Felwood Forest and Ashenvale to the goblins. At any rate, these greedy goblins still retain their last sanity, and did not write down the mineral needs of Mount Hyjal, otherwise it is estimated that the goblin ambassador would not even be able to walk through the gate of the Moon Temple.

Thank you, friends.

The exhausted Tyrande pulled himself together. She stretched out her hand to hold the hand of Princess Calia, who was the highest among the envoys. She forced a smile and said:

Only a real disaster can make people see who their true friends are. The Kaldorei will never forget your kindness.

The newborn night warrior watched the expressions and eyes of the envoys in front of him. Tyrande knew very well that the visit of these ambassadors of different races to Mount Hyjal was definitely not as simple as condolences. After thinking for a while, Tyrande De took a deep breath, stood up, looked at the envoys representing various forces in front of her, pursed her lips, and said in a deep voice:

Everyone, the night elves' civilization has undergone major changes. The vicious naga and vicious undead destroyed everything we have. This is a very sad thing, but it also makes Kaldorei see clearly With the changes in the world in the next year, the Kaldorei will no longer continue to isolate themselves...

We will rejoin the environment of Kalimdor as a united nation... Maybe we will become true allies in the future.

And now, the Kaldorei must muster all their strength to rebuild our home in Mount Hyjal and reshape the environment of Darkshore. Therefore, I hereby declare...

Tyrande's voice raised a few degrees, and everyone's eyes were focused on him. The night warrior first looked at the Tauren envoy standing in the crowd, the archdruid Hamuul Runetotem, she Speaking of:

The night elves will give up their claim to the ruins of the elves in Desolace, and we will withdraw all the soldiers within a month. If the tauren are willing to take over the sentry posts we left behind, then I and the entire Kaldorei are happy to make peace with you. The tauren sign a memorandum.

Of course we would!

Hearing what Tyrande said, Hamuul didn't hesitate. He took a step forward. The honest-looking tauren wagged his tail and said in a deep voice:

On behalf of Kane, I hereby announce that we are willing to take over the Kaldorei's claims in Desolace. Of course, the Bloodhoof tauren will truly stand with the night elves from now on... We will become allies!

Very well, say hello to Chief Kane for me, I will wait for his arrival at Mount Hyjal.

Tyrande nodded reservedly towards Hamuul, and then turned her eyes to the envoy of the high elves, Vereesa Windrunner, the ranger lord of the Windrunner family. She looked at this beautiful woman with long silver hair. High Elf Ranger, she whispered:

The Kaldorei's Feathermoon Fortress in the Feralas Wilderness will be retained. It is the front line of the battlefield where the Kaldorei and the deep sea naga have been fighting all year round, but other than that, the Kaldorei's claim to the Feralas Wilderness It will also be withdrawn in the near future, and if His Majesty Kael'thas is willing, I will also wait for him to come to sign the memorandum between the two races at Mount Hyjal.

I know that I had some small conflicts of ideas with His Majesty Dath'Remar back then, but I don't want the hostility between the two races to continue... After all, now, we have a common enemy!

I will tell His Majesty Kael'thas the truth!

Vereesa is no longer the reckless little girl she was back then, she said to Tyrande seriously:

Before that, on behalf of my country and people, I would like to respond to your kindness. The high elves are willing to become friends with the night elves again. After all, our blood comes from the same source.

Um

Tyrande nodded, and set her sights on the orc shaman, she said softly:

As for the dispute between the night elves and the orcs in Ashenvale and the ruins of Azshara, I think the two races can also be resolved through a peace agreement. What do you think? Regal Shaman?

Of course! Chief Thrall has always sought the peaceful development of the orcs...

The sturdy orc shaman Rehgar stood up and bowed slightly to Tyrande:

We are very happy to see that the night elves are finally willing to sit back at the negotiating table. You are indeed a wise leader.

Regarding the orc's expression, Tyrande showed a little indifference. She just nodded slightly, and then turned her gaze to the goblin businessman scratching her head. Tyrande was not very friendly to these greedy little green skinned men, but considering With the current situation in the Kaldorei, she would like to have a talk with these copper-stinking goblins.

Finally you, goblins!

The night warrior looked at the philistine goblin merchant who was rubbing his hands, and she said in a deep voice:

Ashenvale and Felwood Forest are the places where the night elves live. I will not open the mines here to you...but outside the Sea of ​​Mist, there are several islands under our control. According to our exploration , the island also has rich mineral resources, as well as the dark coast that has been submerged by the tide, so if the Steamwheedle Consortium can bring in enough materials for the elves to rebuild their hometown within 3 months...

We will!

Before Tyrande could finish speaking, the excited goblin said in a sharp voice:

The Steamwheedle Consortium will cater to all the needs of their customers. The Trade Prince will absolutely agree to trade with the night elves. In fact, if you will allow us to open a shop in the future reconstruction of Auberdine Port and have a completely free monopoly in Darkshore As for trade rights, we are even willing to provide this batch of materials to help elf friends rebuild the city for free!

Of course, a legally binding contract must be signed in the name of you and the Temple of the Moon God!

The philistine style of the goblins displeased Tyrande, but in the end, the night warrior looked back at the sculpture of the moon god who was being re-sculpted behind him. The original gentle sculpture would be re-sculpted into a mighty night warrior. , after a moment of silence, Tyrande turned her head, looked at the goblin, she nodded:

Okay, I agree.