Azeroth’s Death Track

The establishment ceremony of the Order of the Silver Dawn was very simple, full of the usual brevity of the knights, but the ensuing ceremony of collective baptism of 500 new knights still made the spectators very hooked, which is hard to see in other places. The dense and solemn, grand and sacred religious ceremony shocked many unbelievers from the Federation.

So much so that after the ceremony, many people in the three chapels in the Castle of Hand of Tyre asked the pastors and sisters some superficial questions about the righteousness of the Holy Light.

In the fantasy world of Azeroth, belief is a very important part of civilization. Its biggest difference from the present world is that in this world, the power of belief is real, and the belief worshiped by believers is not built on castles in the air. On the basis of socialism, and a thing that can be seen and touched will definitely be accepted by people.

And this scene also satisfied the big knights who worked so hard for the ceremony... The reason why they wanted to create such a simple but full of ritual sense of the founding ceremony was also to take this opportunity to promote their beliefs. Now it seems that , the effect is very good, these envoys are all prominent figures in each other's forces, even if only one-twentieth of the more than 400 envoys have a good impression of the Holy Light belief, it is a great thing for the spread of the Holy Light good deeds.

Of course, the Order of the Silver Dawn was deeply influenced by the culture of the empire after all, so after the ceremony, in the castle of Tyr's Hand, the paladins also held a reception, inviting the envoys to rest here for a while.

And this kind of reception is often used to exchange some power and interests.

Mr. Gore, thank you very much for coming from afar to support the great cause of the Holy Light.

After Grand Knight Fording held a wine glass and clinked glasses with Congressman Gore in a tuxedo, the two sat in a quiet corner of the reception and chatted about some foreshadowing topics. Faced with the Grand Knight's thanks, Congressman Gore shook his head with a smile. Shake your head:

No, no, great knight, although I am only a pan-believer, I respect the true belief in the Holy Light. You may not know that I was born in North County, where there is a famous monastery. I was often taken there by my parents to listen to the sermons of the pastors, and that was a rare leisure time when I was a child.

Oh, you mean Northshire Abbey.

Old Fording put down his glass clearly, looked at Congressman Gore in front of him, and said softly:

That is one of the three holy places of the Church of the Holy Light. Like the Hope of the Holy Light Chapel and the Monastery of Light, it occupies an important position in the orthodox faith. Many famous saints emerged from there... But since Now that this topic has been brought up, I would like to take the liberty to ask, Congressman Gore, based on your knowledge and forecast, do you think the Order of the Silver Dawn can reach an agreement with the Federation to take over the Northshire Abbey again?

this...

Councilor Gore didn't know how to answer this question for a while. After all, it was just a monastery. If political factors were not involved, this request was nothing, but the problem was that North County was too close to New Stormwind City. If there is a mess, it is easy to detonate a bomb in the heart of the Federation.

So after thinking for a while, Congressman Gore said to Old Fording with a serious face:

If you can guarantee that the North County Abbey will not be used to deliver news for the empire or cultivate spies, then this matter can be discussed, but not with me, but with the Federation Ambassador who will come later. After all, I am only a member of the Federation The spectators of the ceremony appeared here.

The Order of the Silver Dawn is an independent country. We are indeed closely related to the Empire, but as a small country surrounded by federal forces, we also consider our own safety, so we will not do those dangerous things.

Grand Knight Fording gave Congressman Gore a guarantee in his own way, then he looked around and lowered his voice:

Furthermore, if we don't discuss this matter with you first, even if we reach an agreement with the Federation Ambassador, it is doomed to be nothing. Who doesn't know that the land and real estate in North County are now controlled by the Veterans United will hands...and you, if I remember correctly, you should be a senior member of the Veterans Union...you are the real controllers of North County, and you have single-handedly raised the property prices in North County to appalling levels ,am I right?

Ah, that was just a small attempt.

Congressman Gore was exposed, but he was not angry. On the contrary, he meaningfully picked up his wine glass again, and leaned comfortably on the sofa. He looked at Old Fording:

The successful publicity has allowed us to see the strong potential of real estate, but that is a case that cannot be replicated, but what you said is also reasonable. The current title deed of Northshire Abbey is indeed preserved in the hands of the Veterans Union, but the problem is that we Why should I help you? Old Fording, you and I are both veterans who fought the orcs together, for the sake of the war, let me just say it straight.”

The Veterans Federation is essentially a consortium. We need to see the benefits before we can act. You want to return to Beishire Abbey, the holy place of the Holy Light, so what can you pay? Most importantly, what can we get? Woolen cloth?

well said!

Old Fording put the wine glass on the table. He propped his chin with both hands and looked at Congressman Gore like a knight on the battlefield. He asked straightforwardly:

Then let's have an exchange between soldiers, say! Mr. Gore, what do you want?

readily!

Congressman Gore drank the wine in his hand with a reckless temperament that did not fit his identity, then reached out and knocked on the table, he said word by word:

What we want is very simple... Anduin Wrynn, we want this child to be the next head of state of the Order of the Silver Dawn! If you agree to this exchange, then you will not only get the North County Abbey, but even the current We can also return the Monastery of Light located in the Tirisfal region that the Federation has sealed up to you!

The Veterans Union will also spend huge sums of money to help you establish a business system in the country of the Silver Dawn Order, and track it into our sales channels, so that the people of your new country can live and work in peace... Most importantly, in the future In the past 20 years, any military action against the Silver Dawn Order State initiated by the Federal Parliament... will not be passed!

Congressman Gore's request made Fording's eyes narrow. After more than ten seconds, the Grand Knight asked:

What about 20 years later? At that time, Anduin Wrynn, who has already grown up, will become the actual controller of the Order of the Silver Dawn. Coupled with his deep connection with you and his background, by that time, I am afraid that the religious group state we have painstakingly established will become another vassal of the federation, right?

You want to trick us into selling our future? You really act like a black-hearted businessman...

Fording's sarcasm did not make Congressman Gore angry. On the contrary, the congressman stood up gracefully, straightened his collar, and said to Old Fording in a playful tone:

Sell the future, at least in exchange for the present, Knight Fording, you and I both know that there are some things that you and I cannot stop, the world is changing, who knows what will happen in 20 years, maybe even the empire will not Existed... We are always waiting for your reply, great knight, now, please forgive my rudeness, but I am going to meet a guest from afar.

Do you want to come with me?

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The fast-moving carriage decelerated and finally came to a stop with the sound of vibrations, waking up the drowsy Anduin and Sarantia. The two children lifted the curtains of the carriage and looked out. Outside the window, The evening light was shining on the land of Stratholme.

The plague, undead, and demons that ravaged here a few years ago seem to have become a thing of the past. The land that was once ravaged by war has regained its vitality. Anduin saw the city of Andorhal in the mist from a distance, That city was destroyed in the Northern Border War, but now it has been restored by the knights of the Order of the Silver Dawn. Now this city is the border city of the Order State in the west of Stratholme District, and there is an order living in it. knights, and hundreds of thousands of civilians who do not want to leave their homeland.

In the forest behind the carriage, the Syndra elves living in the Tirisfal region set up a large magic barrier outside the forest to ensure that the huge amount of magic power escaping from Tirisfal would not destroy the forest. The ecological environment of the Stratholme area, but to be honest, a huge magic power that can trigger the world's magic power tide cannot be stopped by an enchantment at all, so in the past few years, the ecology of the Stratholme area has actually been affected by those The effect of dissipated magic.

Although it is far less terrifying than the Tirisfal region, which is located in the center of the raging magic power, there are still many creatures transformed by magic power living in the remote areas of this land.

The undead of the Order of the Silver Dawn and Stratholme City often organize hunters to clean up the magical beasts that keep growing on this land, and they also try to domesticate some magical beasts. Because of the penetration of magic power, this land or There have been some changes more or less, and the land here has become very suitable for the growth of those magic plants, so in the past few years, the farmers here have begun to plant some primary magic plants, and then sell them to the Federation through merchants, which is also very Made some money.

Another good news about this land is that in Quel'Thalas, north of Stratholme, the plant riots in the ancestral land of the high elves that were destroyed in the plant disaster finally subsided, and the surging vitality there It completely calmed down last autumn, but that piece of land has been covered by 100% forest, and even the grand Silvermoon City has become a relic ruin in the forest.

And before the political conflict between the two sides is resolved, it is very difficult for the high elves in the wilderness of Kalimdor Feralas to return to their homeland.

Master Anduin, we're here!

A knight said respectfully to Anduin and Sarantia who were sitting in the carriage, and the next moment, the door of the carriage opened, and the young man in hunting suit Anduin jumped out of the carriage nimbly, and turned back Sarantia, who was wearing a skirt and was unable to move, hugged him. He turned his head and said to the knight:

Herb, how many times have I told you, don't call me Master! Just call me Anduin.

The young knight smiled, but did not answer. The groom brought the horse to Anduin. The latter rode the horse skillfully, and let Sarantia sit in his arms. The two grew up together. The children didn't think there was anything wrong with this kind of intimate gesture, but in the eyes of other knights, they always felt that this young master seemed to be a standard playboy, and even when he came out to join the army, he had to take his own frailty with him. together with the little maid.

Is this the hand of Tyr?

Anduin pulled up the reins, the majestic war horse neighed, and walked forward quickly. The heavily armed knights followed behind Anduin. The little prince looked at the low castle by the forest in front of him, and he frowned. He frowned and said to the guard knight beside him:

Heb, why is this different from what is described in my book? Shouldn't the castle of Tyr's Hand be one of the largest castles in Northern Border?

No no, master... Uh, well, Anduin, this is not the Hand of Tyr, we just passed the city of Andorhal.

The second son of Congressman Maxwell, the 23-year-old Herb Maxwell Knight explained in detail to his little master who swore allegiance:

Tyr's Hand is in the southeast of Stratholme. This is the Crown Watchtower, close to the former site of Darrowshire. It is still half a day away from Tyr's Hand, but we have already entered the area controlled by the Argent Dawn. , my father told me before I left, that the Argent Dawn are some old-fashioned guys, so in order to impress them, you'd better behave like a qualified paladin...

You don't have to wear armor, but a true paladin shouldn't be with girls...

As he spoke, the loyal and loyal Herb gave Anduin a wink, indicating that he had better send the little maid in his arms back to the carriage, lest the paladins of the Order of the Silver Dawn be left behind by this unrestrained attitude. Making a bad impression, but Anduin didn't care, he didn't even think about it.

The silly boy waved his hand and said to Herb with great interest:

Then let's go to Tyr's Hand! Let's compete to see who's horsemanship is better!

After finishing speaking, Anduin hugged Sarantia tightly in his arms, and then grabbed the reins. Amid Sarantia's brisk laughter, the war horse carrying the two children rushed out neighing, and the others The guardian knight could only ride his horse to keep up.

Frankly speaking, the area controlled by the Order of the Silver Dawn in Stratholme is still very vast. Counting those fragmented and disputed areas, the area they control can barely be reduced to the original Kingdom of Lordaeron. The size of a province is already a reasonable territory for the Ecclesiastical State, and because there are often caravans, so in the past few years, the paladins also specially repaired the road from Andorhal to Tire. The Hand of God and the path to Light's Hope Chapel.

The war horse galloped on the road, and Anduin's blond hair was fluttering in the wind. He was wearing a well-crafted black hunting suit, with a gray cloak flapping behind him, and Sarantia, who was wearing a floral dress, had her hands broken on Anduin's back. On Duyin's neck, the whole person was leaning against the arms of his childhood boyfriend. The scene looked very artistic.

The two children are so happy inside, they even want this road to never end... But we all know, this is impossible.

Ten minutes later, at the crossing of Colin, under the protection of the guarding knights, Anduin, who was running all the way, pulled up the reins suddenly. During the neighing and movement of the horses, Anduin saw them standing at the intersection to meet them. several people.

Inside was Uncle Gore, whom he knew very well, and a serious and gloomy old knight in armor that he had never seen before, and some young knights who looked at him curiously, In the gaze of those young people, there was curiosity and hostility. Just as the two children predicted before, hostility was more than curiosity and welcome.

Anduin jumped off the horse, supported Sarantia off the horse, then straightened his clothes, brushed his hair, and then walked towards the people in front of him. He was a little nervous, and Sarantia took his hand , the little prince took a few breaths, first warmly embraced the rich and smiling Uncle Gore, and then calmly introduced himself to the people around him:

Everyone from the Order of the Silver Dawn, good day... I am the paladin Anduin Wrynn, and I am here to join the Knights of the Silver Dawn...

I also brought my gift...

Anduin took the wooden box from Sarantia, and handed his hands to the gloomy old Fording in front of him:

The sacred object left by Tyr, the ancient god of justice... is also the source of the legend of the Knights of the Silver Hand, the object of divine grace, the whereabouts of the Silver Hand!