Azeroth’s Death Track

Here, here is different from what I remember...

Sitting in a wheelchair, Turalyon looked at the city of Andorhal in the early morning mist. This city was once one of the two major cities of the Kingdom of Lordaeron in Stratholme. It was built on the largest water source in Stratholme. On the shore of Lake Dallonmere, in the early morning, a moist mist shrouded the centuries-old city. The mist was close to the water, and a white stone bridge connecting the cold wind camp and the city of Andorhal was looming in the mist. Seeing this scene It looks quite fantastic.

On Turalyon's old face, there is somewhat nostalgia. During the Orc Wars, he was stationed in this city several times. At that time, he was still full of enthusiasm. No matter facing the orcs or other enemies, he would never despair.

And now?

He is already old, even though the powerful light-forged body can keep him healthy and strong as a young man, but under his chest, the beating heart and the soul in his body have become unbearably old, just like It is a war horse galloping on the battlefield. Even if it can still fight, it still feels very, very tired occasionally. It really wants to put down the weapon and return to the dusty home...

Home, where is home?

Turalyon stretched his neck, and he looked further northwest, where it is said that the city of Lordaeron has been restored after being destroyed. How about restoring Turalyon's ancestral home in Lordaeron?

Is this home? Or the Legion of Light among the stars?

After he dies, will his soul return to his family cemetery in Azeroth, or will it drift to the stars and stay in the worlds where he fought for hundreds of years?

It's just that more than ten years have passed, but he is already out of tune with this world...

This made Turalyon who woke up yesterday a little silent, and the silence of the great knight, the little Anduin who was being pushed in the wheelchair thought it was a bad mood, and the little prince thought that Turalyon was feeling sad because he witnessed a familiar scene , so he comforted in a low voice:

At the beginning, the city of Andorhal was rebuilt by the great knight Mograine with the knights. He preserved the buildings and some landscapes in that city as much as possible. It is now the border city of our church country. It wants Responsible for guarding the undead barrier from Stratholme to Tirisfal, if you want to visit that city, I can take you there.

Having said that, the little prince glanced at Turalyon's slightly sad face, rolled his eyes, and said:

There are still many veterans living in this city. They often drink heavily in the taverns in the old city. I heard that they will also sing the heroic stories of the Five Knights of the Silver Hand.

Hehe, heroes? No, no, no, we at that time were far from heroes.

Little Anduin's flattery made Turalyon laugh out loud. The great knight patted the armrest of the wheelchair. He heaved a sigh of relief and looked back at the quiet city of Andorhal in the mist for the last time. Between the shadowy buildings, one could vaguely see figures moving on the city wall. They were probably guards changing shifts in the morning. Perhaps in ten minutes or so, the gate of the city on the side of the cold wind camp would open.

At that time, this city sleeping in the mist will truly wake up, and that will be the beginning of a day for the common people.

Let's go, little ghost, I was wrong, this place is actually the same as before.

The big knight gently winked at the little prince who was pushing the wheelchair out to relax. The big knight said:

Let's go back. There are still many soldiers of the Holy Light Legion in Tyr's hands who have just awakened. I'm going to see them. Many of them are very powerful fighters, but they are not very good at dealing with people. , especially in Xera...ah, troubled times.

Anduin obediently pushed the wheelchair around in a circle, walked along the flat road towards the castle of Tyr's Hand, beside them, there were several heavily armed light-forged knights guarding them from a distance, The identities of Anduin and Turalyon were both sensitive, especially the great knight Turalyon who had just woken up from a coma was very weak, and he was almost completely incapable of fighting.

After Zela's death, these Paladins of the Legion of the Holy Light fell into a state of willlessness. During the process of being forced into a coma, the holy light in their bodies was almost completely washed by other naaru, which made these powerful The warriors barely got rid of the connection with Zela, but there were still a few paladins who couldn't save them. Those knights who tied their souls to Zela even became void in a coma. sign.

This also shows that the Mother of Light did not actually die. She may have undergone the terrible transformation of Naaru and became a void creature. If the other knights are not cut off from Zela, they will probably be The entropy demon transformed by the Mother of Light was dragged into the void.

Turalyon...er, uncle.

Little Anduin was pushing the wheelchair, and he asked while walking:

Do you need me to arrange a trip to the city of Lordaeron? Those Syndra elves have kept your family's ancestral house and an attached garden. Now that place is temporarily used by an orphanage. If you want to If you rest in your ancestral house, I can apply to the elves, and it only takes a few days for you to return to the place where you were born. I have visited there before, and the place is well preserved now.

Oh? Is my ancestral house still there?

This news made Turalyon Knight a little depressed, but after a few seconds, he smiled and shook his head:

Forget it, instead of handing over the mansion to a lonely old knight, it's better to let those children who have lost their parents live there. It's good, no need to apply, Anduin, let it continue to exist like that Bar.

But you might want to go back there and pay your respects to your family ancestors, your family grave is there too, right?

The little prince said briskly:

Don't be afraid of trouble, Uncle Turalyon, the relationship between the Church and the Federation is on the rise, and our relationship with those Syndra elves is also good. What's more, after hearing the news of your return, the top management of the Federation , also in the name of the official, invite you to Stormwind City, if you go to Lordaeron City, they will definitely welcome you.

Forget it, boy, I'm busy enough.

Turalyon rubbed his forehead, as if complaining:

I just woke up, and I haven't had time to take a rest. As a result, my itinerary for the next half month has already been arranged. You see, I am going to Kalimdor to meet the Pope, and I will also visit some survivors in the Human Empire. Old friend, I will return to the Federation by boat. It is difficult for me to shirk the gracious invitation from the Veterans Union. Most importantly, I must hurry up and re-open the passage to the Netherlight Temple with the Draenei. ..”

It may be important to pay tribute to the ancestors, but wait until I have some free time. Now, don't burden me.

The big knight's complaint made the little prince laugh out loud. The young man chatted with Turalyon for a few more words, and then changed the topic to another side:

Uncle Turalyon, can you tell me about the war in the realm of the stars? Those strange scenes you have seen, those things that can only be seen in the stars... I want to know very much, and I am also very interested.

Anduin looked at Turalyon with burning eyes. The latter raised his head and looked at the rising sun in the distance. He whispered:

Stars, that is an unimaginable territory, little Anduin, in the past years, in the time that has been infinitely extended due to time disorder, I have seen stars that are breaking apart, I have seen stars being destroyed by evil energy. Infested black sun, I have seen an entire nebula wiped out in the extinguished brilliance of stars, those are disasters that make people jealous and fearful, even recalling it now, it will make people's scalp tingle, but, apart from disasters In addition, I have also seen... new students!

newborn?

Anduin's eyes widened, and the great knight nodded:

Yes! Newborn, I still can't forget that in a wandering galaxy destroyed by the Legion, with our help, those unyielding warriors miraculously re-ignited their sun with their glorious sacrifice! In that round In the fiery red halo, we were chasing demons in that doomsday wasteland, those lights were as brilliant as our courage, that was a new life... a real new life!

I was still on a planet that has been completely abandoned, and I witnessed the recovery of natural will. At that time, we stood on the spaceship and saw that breath-taking green, just like the green Mars. In the blink of an eye, the A prairie fire spreads...and spreads out quickly, like green sea water, can you imagine? Child, a whole dead world is born in front of you...

The tone of the big knight became milder:

There is nothing to talk about in war. It is not a glorious thing to bring death to the enemy with your own weapons, but guarding hope and guarding the new life in the ruins will always make people feel proud!

During the period when I didn't hear from Azeroth, I was terrified. I was terrified that when I returned to my birthplace, what I saw was the same doomsday wasteland as other planets...but when I am truly standing here, little Anduin, and I have seen a civilization and a world more prosperous than when I left...

The great knight reached out and touched Anduin's golden hair. He narrowed his eyes, just like a kind grandfather, and said with a smile:

You are the real heroes...you have protected the world very well!

thank you!

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I can tell you clearly that Toure's staff is now stored in the Void Light Temple. At the same time, there are still 2,500 soldiers of the Holy Light Legion stationed in that temple, and, In that temple, there should be a holy light creature who has just been retransformed from the state of entropy demon to naaru...

In the castle of Tyr's Hand in the Order of the Silver Dawn, Turalyon, who was sitting in a wheelchair, looked at the leaders of the three draenei who came at the fastest speed, and said solemnly:

That naaru has a very close relationship with you Draenei. Her name is Saraka. If the information we found in the temple is not wrong, it should have happened in the stars when you first set foot on the exile of the stars. One of the guardian naaru who has transformed from light to dark!

Yes! Saraka, that's right!

High Priest Ishana, the oldest in the three-member ruling group, stood up excitedly. She spun around the desk and said to the others:

I still remember her! It was the naaru who was kind and courageous. At the moment when Kil'jaeden laid a despicable trap for the prophet, Sharaka did not hesitate to prop up the entire ship in order to save the prophet. The light shield protected us from that catastrophe, but because she was hurt to the core of the holy light, she was transformed into a void entropy demon in pain...

We couldn't just leave her like that, so we built the Netherlight Temple on the edge of the Twisting Nether, on a collapsed star, with the help of other naaru... Holy Light, if not The Velhari Vindicator brought word of it from the Legion, and if it had not been rediscovered by the valiant Legion of the Light, I would have forgotten it for ages.

Well, because of this, I contacted you as soon as I woke up.

Turalyon said to High Priest Ishana:

Zera, she has fallen. Her fall is a tragedy for the Legion of Light, but I am more worried about those brothers stationed in the Void Light Temple. I am worried that they will also encounter the same situation as us , and if they really collapsed because of Zela's fall, then once the temple is discovered by demons, they will definitely not be able to stop the demons from attacking!

I hope that the draenei can join hands with us to open the passage from Azeroth to the Netherlight Temple...

As soon as Turalyon finished speaking, the Grand Vindicator of Maraad immediately responded:

But relying on the words of the draenei alone, we have no ability...

So, you still need us to join!

A deep and majestic voice sounded behind the crowd. The Grand Vindicator of Maraad turned his head and saw the Grand Knights Mograine and Fording from the Order of the Silver Dawn pushing the door in. Little Anduin Following behind the two great knights, he waved to Turalyon, who smiled back.

Today, the Draenei, the Silver Dawn and the Legion of Light, our three organizations from the same source will join together to form the Justice League of Azeroth!

Fording put a shining crystal on the desk, and he said to the Draenei leader beside him:

This is the shield of the naaru, one-seventh of the Atama crystal, and we will return it to you with this sacred relic of the draenei, and you will forge it into a sacred weapon, and when that weapon is forged At that time, the brilliance of the Justice League will shine on this world and the battlefield beyond the stars!

Grand Knight Mograine took a step forward. He stretched out his hand towards the Grand Defense Officer. He asked in a deep voice:

Lord Maraad, you and the entire Draenei civilization...are you willing to join us?