Azeroth’s Death Track

Today is the funeral of General Abedis of the Order of the Silver Dawn.

The old general who was born in the old era, experienced two orc wars, and witnessed the decline of the empire and the fall of the Eastern Continent, died in the war when the coalition forces attacked the inner temple of Ulduar. A tragedy that all coalition commanders sigh with regret.

In the vast front hall of Ulduar today, all the off-duty soldiers gathered here, not only the paladins and priests from the Order country, but even the soldiers of the orcs and elves stood around the square , sending the last blessings to the dead in their own way. The commanders of the coalition forces stood in front of the square in plain black robes. They watched the bonfires burning before them and the bouquets placed under the temporary tombstones. And the weapons that the orcs put here.

It was a memorial ceremony...

Farther away, in front of General Abbendis' body, Anduin Jr. and Sarantia supported the weeping Miss Bridget from left to right, and behind them, the young Holy Knight of the Crusaders They bowed their heads and silently recited the scriptures of the Holy Light. At the coldest point in this world, they saw off a senior who was difficult to get along with but worthy of respect.

General Abbendis died heroically, although it was not the classic ending for an old soldier, he did not die in the final battle. He and Grand Knight Mograine commanded the Paladins of the Silver Dawn, Eliminate the servants of the Titans who have been infected by the forces of chaos, and the sudden earthquake made everyone panic. The boulders and steel in the inner hall of Ulduar swayed and collapsed, almost blocking the way for everyone to leave.

At the most critical moment, the old general pushed Anduin away from him, but he himself was crushed under the ruins by a huge rock that fell from the sky.

At the last moment, he still made his own choice. The choice made him hate it, but Anduin, who had already proved himself, survived, and he himself, a soldier belonging to the old era, used this kind of unseemly way, finished his last path.

After two days, the soldiers of the coalition forces cleaned up the ruins and lifted the body of the old general out of it. They also found the last letter written by General Abedis when he was dying. It is the last words written in extreme pain and loneliness. Those words are very scribbled, but they are filled with the last thoughts of a lonely father for his daughter.

My daughter Bridget:

By the time you read this letter, I may have left this world. I'm sorry that I can't say goodbye to you personally, and I'm also sorry that I haven't handled our relationship well in recent years, but I I want you to know that I love you as much as ever, as your mother did.

My child, I can't feel my legs anymore, I can feel them, I'm bleeding, I'm cold... This temple is so far from our home, I'm worried, in my After death, can my soul go back to your mother, I have too many things I want to say to you, about the Silver Dawn, about faith, about that annoying kid...but forget it.

At this moment, let's leave behind those things that make people unhappy, my daughter, you are the most important treasure in my life, beyond belief, beyond my existence, even beyond My soul... ah, I hear, a voice calling to me, very like your mother, maybe that's where I belong.

Bridget, my daughter, I'm sorry, I didn't praise you too much when we could still have a good chat, I didn't tell you how happy I was when you became a paladin, I I didn't tell you how proud I felt when you joined the Knights of the Silver Hand, how angry I was when you made your own choice to become a member of that kid's crusader, but I also I felt a sense of relief.”

You have grown up, you already have your own wings to fly freely in this world, you no longer need my protection, for a father, your growth has made me have no regrets, and my biggest regret is , I failed to tell you these words in person, my daughter, you are the brightest and most proud light in my life full of tragedies.

Go on bravely, my daughter, don't be sad that I am gone, when you need me, when you look back, I will be there... Ah, I see your mother, she Still so pretty, she came to pick me up...

Goodbye, my daughter...I will bless you...

This letter was handed over to Miss Bridget who came from Tyre at the first time, causing the proud paladin woman to faint on the spot, and the departure of her father seemed to take this sincere believer from Holy Light. Pulling back from her infinite faith, her emotions that had begun to become indifferent exploded again, but... this is a good thing.

Too much indulging in faith can also destroy a person's life, when the soul is filled with faith, other good things cannot enter it.

In other words, the death of the old General Abides brought his daughter back to the present world at a very critical moment. At the last moment of his life, he sacrificed himself to save her.

He remains her hero, his daughter's staunchest defender...and he lives up to the name Father.

But the death of a hero is a sad thing after all. When the Holy Knights of the Crusaders carried the body of General Abides and put it into the bonfire, many priests They were all sobbing, and Mr. Du An, the great mage of the Holy Light who was watching the ceremony, swayed his body and fell to the ground in pain and regret.

This incident caused a small wave of confusion, but it did not affect the continuation of this solemn ceremony. In order to bid farewell to the old friend, even the old Uther Great Knight from the Kalimdor continent rushed over. , the hero's body was ignited in the flames, and sparks of holy light burned in the orange flames, as if leading a great soul back to the holy light.

The night elf sentinels raised their weapons and silently chanted the prayers of the moon god, while the orcs straightened their chests, put their fists on their chests, and sang a desolate battle song to see the old general off. The shaman of the Tauren They stood at the high place of the hall, between their fingers rubbing, golden dust fell in the cold wind here, brightening up the haze in the sky of Ulduar City.

Farther away, the guardians of this city of Titans were also standing there. They were not as emotionally exposed as ordinary people, but as comrades who had fought with the coalition forces for several months, the giantess Elonaya, still Last night, I personally shaped a stone statue for General Abides, representing the guardians' affirmation of the prisoner hero.

The statue will be returned to Tyr's Hand when it is all over, as a memorial to the mortal heroes who died in the war of the gods.

And Ulduar City, the mechanical city that was completely liberated from the Dark Age, will also be preserved. The high-level coalition forces have been communicating with the guardians about this matter in recent days. Talks, although no agreement has been reached yet, it is foreseeable that this city will not be closed again in the future, and it will serve as a neutral holy city, accepting creatures from various races and civilizations.

The guardians hope to continue to observe the civilization of mortals, and the mortals also hope to get closer to the guardians. Perhaps in the not-too-distant future, this city located at the north pole of Azeroth will become prosperous and become Part of this circle of world civilization, and a symbol.

Prophet Velen wore the most solemn sacrificial robes. Under the escort of several draenei defenders, the prophet placed a bouquet of white flowers in front of the tombstone of General Abydis. When the human kingdom was still in the eastern continent , Velen visited those cities, and he had some exchanges with General Abbendis. This dead hero may not be considered a friend of Velen, but he fought for the belief of the Holy Light and died for the Holy Light , due to emotion and reason, Prophet Velen has to express his condolences.

Of course, attending the funeral was only one of Velen's goals for coming to Ulduar this time. He also had another matter to talk to Anduin about.

After the funeral, in the coalition camp, the Prophet looked at the little prince who was still a little sad. He turned the crystal rosary in his hand, and said softly:

In the Draenei culture, heroes like General Abbendis will return to the embrace of the Holy Light after death and become part of the halo of stars. They will manifest as stars in the sky, Keep watching the world, when we look up, they are there watching us, responding to us with the astrology...My child, grief, it represents your memory of him, but don't let the grief affect you.

I know, Prophet.

Little Anduin reached out and touched the black cloth strip on his arm. He was well protected by Tyrion. Although he had participated in battles, he had never felt the feeling of death so close. The feeling of sacrificing for oneself is not good, it is some heavy shackles, pressing on the body, it will make people unable to bear to think about more problems.

This process is called growth.

I accepted the trial of the Holy Light in Shattrath City, and I received martial arts training from General Sarantis. I know the Draenei culture very well, and A'dal and I are also friends.

Anduin closed his eyes, holding a cup of hot tea with both hands, amidst the lingering fragrance, the little prince whispered:

Sorry, Your Excellency the Prophet, but I'm not in the mood to discuss this with you right now, so, tell me... why did you come to me?

The slightly rude words of the little prince did not make the Prophet feel uncomfortable. In fact, as a human being who has lived for 30,000 years, the Prophet could tell at a glance that little Anduin was at a loss in his heart. He is growing up because he has experienced death. This is not a bad thing. Velen did not remain silent anymore. He took a sip of tea and said to the little prince:

I came here on this trip to talk to you about your invitation to Naaru to go to the Silver Dawn Order... A'dal has agreed to this request, and it has appointed me as an envoy to chat with you. Talk about the future development of the Crusader.

Having said that, the Prophet sighed with concern:

Hey, little Anduin, you may not know that the world of Draenor is not peaceful recently... Even Shattrath City is facing some threats.

Um.

Anduin nodded, he looked at the prophet in front of him with some doubts:

I know that you and Adal have always been in contact, but I have never heard of the threat to Shattrath City. Could it be that those restless exiles have clashed with Dark Blade again?

No, not the Dark Blade.

The Prophet shook his head:

But I think it should have something to do with the dark blade. It is said that it is a group of strange creatures that came out of the deep sea of ​​Draenor... some, uh, some warlike... lizardmen.

Huh? Lizard...human?

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The story of Azeroth continues, and the story of other worlds among the stars does not stop.

In the portal hall of the Argus world, Tichondrius's huge body squeezed out of the portal. The dreadlord looked at the strange portal guardian in front of him, and he yawned boredly.

The previous guardian of the portal, the sexy and slutty Miss Hasabel, was dispatched to the Azeroth battlefield by fraudsters because of corruption and bribery. It turned out that after only one battle, that beautiful girl disappeared completely. Knowing her final ending, but thinking about it carefully, the ending probably wasn't that good.

After all, there is Azeroth, the most evil planet among the stars, and the invincible Burning Legion failed there twice, which is a shame!

The Dread Demon King walked into the Temple of the Deceiver familiarly. As expected, the Deceiver is sitting on the throne, dealing with the busy affairs of the Legion. The affairs of the Dark Blade Legion will make the high lord feel a headache , The size of the Burning Legion is more than ten times that of the Dark Blade, and the daily tedious affairs are enough to make the fraudster feel tired.

To manage such a huge organization, it is definitely not enough to just issue some orders every day. It is a very stressful job, and ordinary people are absolutely unable to do it, especially after the death of another legion leader Archimonde , the amount of government affairs the fraudsters have to deal with every day has almost doubled, which has made Kil'jaeden very unhappy for a while, and it urgently needs a trustworthy helper to help it.

Otherwise, it is very likely that it will become the first legion leader in the history of the Burning Legion to die of exhaustion on the throne due to busy work and heavy pressure. That would be too shameful...

My honorable deceiver, we are making good progress in Suramar City. In at most two months, the complete Eye of Aman'Thul will be stripped from the Nightwell, and we will soon complete the Dark Titan's gift to us mission!

Tichondrius bowed down respectfully, and complimented the fraudster:

And all of this was done under your wise leadership, and the Dark Titan will definitely trust you even more because of this!

Well, I see.

This good news hardly made the tired Kil'jaeden feel happy. He waved his hand and signaled Tichondrius to go down, but the Dreadlord turned his eyes and did not leave. Instead, he said in a low voice:

And there is good news. Our spies in Draenor discovered some changes in Shattrath City. Those naaru seem to be preparing for some actions, which may have something to do with Velen!

Veren!

The name made Kil'jaeden raise his head abruptly, and he put aside the seal made of the skull in his hand. The Trickster's eyes narrowed, and a strange idea suddenly jumped into its mind.

Archimonde is dead...it needs a helper, someone trustworthy, Velen...maybe that's a good fit.

But before that, it must find a way to defeat the prophet's reason and belief in the Holy Light, and the Eye of Aman'Thul will be sent back soon. The moment when the Pillar of Creation was captured by the legion The moment when the demon army that has ended invaded Azeroth again... Maybe now, it's time to chat with my good brother Velen.

The fraudster thought for a few minutes, then knocked on the table, and said to Tichondrius calmly:

Then go! Continue to do what you should do, don't let Kassanatier discover your double identity, and, besides, bring General Lakish to me...

Hearing this order, Tichondrius' gloomy eyes flashed with pride, and it respectfully withdrew from the Temple of the Deceiver. When leaving the throne shrouded in flames, Tichondrius snorted:

Ah, dear Prophet Velen... your good deeds are coming!