Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1519 152. May the living be as firm as the dead -——Additional update [625]

Blackburn was elusive enough, but now that he has obtained the Scepter of Sargeras, the space and distance of the material world have lost their meaning before his eyes.

As long as he wanted to, he could cross the entire world from the depths of the jungles of Pandaria to the top of the mountains of Northrend in the blink of an eye, or visit every city in the world in one day.

Even the barriers between worlds.

In the previous naval battle of Quel'Thalas, summoning Maim's Draenor pirate fleet from another world to Azeroth was just an ordinary operation that could be completed with the Scepter of Sargeras and the Space Beacon Stone. .

Of course, such a degree of space manipulation consumes a huge amount of energy from the user, but for Black, who is a great pirate and also a great warlock, such mental pressure is not enough to affect his accuracy in casting spells.

For example, now, even with a powerful undead and her big cat, the pirate still used a very cool space teleportation to transport him and Windrunner's mother from the Stratholme area to the gate of Narthalas College.

This speed was so fast that General Lilesa didn't even react.

She glanced around, then glared at Blake, who was full of excitement, and said:

"I haven't had time to say goodbye to the Lich King yet. In your words, this is called fishing at work. Although I don't receive payment from His Majesty Lothar, this is too irresponsible."

"Ask the Supreme Lich King to wait, even this big thing will have to wait until my graduation ceremony is over."

The pirate disappeared with a whoosh, and reappeared a second later. He had changed into a set of standard spellcaster robes of Narthalas Academy, and even pretended to be equipped with a wand hanging on his waist, which belonged to Gul'dan. Great Skull Grimoire.

Black coughed a few times, straightened his clothes, then held the skull of Elisande he had just obtained in his hand, and waved his hand, releasing a ball of shadow flames that danced like smoke in his hand.

He looked at Windrunner’s mother and said:

"Look, my hunting instructor, do I look like a graduating spellcaster now?"

"It doesn't look like that."

General Lilesa shook her head and said:

"It's more like an evil villain who is ready to destroy the world at any time. The Gul'dan in my memory does not have the evil temperament that has formed a halo like you."

"Hey, let's just think you are praising me."

The pirate shrugged and was about to walk into the academy when he suddenly stopped and turned back to look at General Lyressa beside him with a faint look.

The look in her eyes made Windrunner's mother feel uncomfortable, she frowned and said:

"What are you looking at me for?"

"Today is my graduation ceremony, my big day."

The pirate made a very critical expression, looked at General Lyresa up and down, and said:

"Are you going to attend in this outfit? Why don't you change into an evening dress?"

"Did I say you deserve a beating?"

Windrunner's mother's face with "smoky makeup" wrinkled into a "Chuan" shape. Her left hand touched the elf sword at her waist. This dangerous action made the pirate immediately raise his hands and said:

"Okay, okay. An undead with such intense emotions like you is really unqualified. That's it. It's enough as long as people come. I can't expect too much."

"Hey! Black, Captain Stinky, what are you still doing standing there?"

The shouts of the stupid little Xingxing rang out from the academy, and she shouted:

"Come on, everyone is waiting for you. Everyone is waiting to see the first Nathalas student to graduate in ten thousand years. We have also prepared a cool bachelor's hat for you."

——

There was a very joyful graduation ceremony held in Tol Barad, but the Quellins cabin that Black had just left did not have much joy.

This is probably because under the gaze of a group of kings with different expressions, His Majesty the Lich King Lothar, as the villain, finally appeared on the stage.

This once great man of humanity did not pull any belated tricks. He almost missed the time to appear in front of the king and the top officials of various countries. Still wearing the black armor he wore when he was awakened in the North County Monastery, Frostmourne, who never left his body, was also held in his hand, but not in an attacking posture.

Even so, when they saw this breathtaking magic sword, those old kings who had sat on the throne for a long time and had not felt the atmosphere of the battlefield still felt the coldness from the bottom of their hearts.

At this moment, even people who have no concept of power can understand and feel the soul-oppressing aura represented by the man in front of them.

But this kind of atmosphere was not deliberately released by Lothar.

As his connection with Frostmourne became closer and closer, the majesty of the Lich King became heavier and heavier.

This is before the Helm of Command that matches Frostmourne has yet to be worn. Once Lothar gets the helmet of the Undead Lord, his will can envelope the entire world in an instant.

Only then will the Lich King's power truly reach its peak.

"sit!"

Lothar walked into the main seat of the Quillins Lodge hall without looking back, and sat on the spiked throne completely made of ice, escorted by his three Apocalypse Knights.

He raised his hand like a master and said one word in a cold tone.

The other kings looked at me and I looked at you. Old King Terenas was the first to sit on his chair with a normal expression, and the others also sat down one after another.

The atmosphere in the hall was extremely stagnant for a while.

Everyone knew that Lothar came with a purpose this time, but few could guess what the Lich King's purpose was.

It is this unknown that brings fear to them.

Especially when the man in front of him really has the strength to bring the seven human kingdoms together, this fear seems so real.

It feels like there is a ghost lying on the back of the neck, blowing cold air on the neck constantly.

Like a awn on the back.

In such an uncomfortable atmosphere, Lothar took the initiative to speak.

“I did not come with destruction, and I do not want to evoke natural disasters to sweep across this continent at this time, although I can do so.

But it's not necessary. "

The Lich King's hollow voice echoed in the hall. His eyes were not looking at a specific person, as if he was staring at something deeper.

There seems to be no focus.

But absolutely no one would think that Lothar had lost his mind at this time.

"Before my arrival, someone has already used vivid examples to prove one thing to you. The scattered eastern continent cannot resist any powerful force."

The Lich King continued to say in an unhurried tone:

"I think His Majesty the Sun King should understand this deeply. All the paladins and soldiers who participated in the Battle of Quel'Danas Island have also witnessed the destruction of the powerful force.

You all sent reinforcements to Quel'Thalas, and even the Kaldorei elves from as far away as Kalimdor came to support.

But the result of the war was still failure.

A miserable failure.

You cannot even mount an effective counterattack against Queen Azshara and her abyssal army. But Queen Azshara was the loser in the war ten thousand years ago.

If you can't even resist her majesty, how can you resist the Burning Legion that is destined to come next?

I know that before the disaster in the distance turns into a sword of reality and pierces your chest, there are always some people who think that the disaster in the story will not fall on them.

I used to be such a naive person.

But your secret backstabbing taught me this simple truth.

We must be prepared for all possible dangers. Whether we like it or not, those real threats will not change based on our thoughts.

This is what I want to say to you today. "

Lothar paused, his eyes scanning everyone in the silent hall in front of him, and he continued to say in that hollow tone:

“I chose to hold on to Frostmourne because I didn’t want to suffer a tragic defeat in the next war. My Scourge of the Undead and I were ready to face the devil.

I'm pretty confident that I can beat them on my turf, but unfortunately, there's more to this world than just Northrend.

I've said the same thing once in North County.

Now I repeat it.

I want to win!

Whoever hinders me from winning is my enemy.

Whoever helps me win is my friend! "

The Lich King shook his head, and amid the cold frost, he said:

"Everyone, do you understand what I mean?"

The other kings looked at each other, and only the Sun King nodded seriously. The old King Terenas seemed to have guessed Lothar's expression, and he nodded slightly.

But just when everyone thought it was over, a young man stood up.

There was a loud "bang" sound.

A sword was stuck on the table in front of Lothar.

The familiar hilt and strange blade shape made all the humans in the hall scream in surprise, and even made the old King Terenas, who had just closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, stand up on the spot in shock.

Lothar, King Ryan and Archlich Antonidas behind him widened their eyes.

Yrel didn't know the legend of this sword. She couldn't understand the significance of this sword to human civilization, so she was very curious about the reactions of everyone in front of her.

"I have a better idea, Marshal Lothar, His Majesty Lothar."

Varian Wrynn, who changed into a blue king's robe, wore an iron crown, shaved his beard and straightened his hair, stood there. He said to Lothar:

“Human civilization is a mess and can’t do anything!

Many lessons in the past few years have warned us of this cruel fact. If humanity continues to be divided, we are destined to become the laughing stock of the entire Azeroth!

If we are no longer able to compete with the elves, dwarves and trolls, we will become losers in the eyes of others.

This is not what I want to see.

I believe this is not what you want to see either. "

Varian's words were very dangerous. He almost made his thoughts clear in public, which also brought a fleeting smile to Lothar's cold-covered face.

Behind the Lich King, His Majesty Ryan looked at his son with admiration. This is what he imagined his son should be like when he grows up.

Those unique souls are born to rule!

"So, what do you want to say? Varian Wrynn."

Lothar sat on his Ice Throne and said in a deep voice:

"Since you miraculously got back the Emperor's Sword, presumably you have also received revelations and instructions from the kings of mankind. I believe that you have reached a turning point in your life.

So, speak your mind. "

"My idea is simple."

Varian looked around, took a deep breath, and said:

"I want to rebuild the empire!

The era of division has lasted for more than two thousand years, which is long enough. It is time for us to return to our strongest posture. We should actively pursue greatness instead of allowing ourselves to fall.

I want to carry on the legacy of Emperor Thoradin and King Llane and Marshal Lothar that I remember.

I want to heal the divide!

Maybe I can't become the emperor, but I must personally promote the unification of the empire.

I hope I can get support."

"I support you! The era of weakness and division should have ended long ago! Even the orcs have begun to rebuild their world, but we, as the victors, are still fighting among ourselves.

This is simply a shame! "

Before Varian could finish his words, Arthas, with his face bandaged, was the first to jump out. He raised his hands and cheered:

"Long live Emperor Varian!"

This statement may have been sincere, but the face of the old King Terenas beside Arthas turned pale with anger.

But this is just the beginning.

As the other kings watched in shock, Auriden Perenold, the young king of the Kingdom of Alterac, who had always had little presence in the seven human kingdoms, stretched out his hand.

He had a smile on his face that said, "I've finally waited for this moment of pretentiousness." He coughed deliberately in a boss manner. Even his voice must have been practiced many times to make his voice sound better. Sensual and majestic.

He said to Varian:

“My Alterac and I strongly agree with His Majesty Varian’s statement, and we, the oldest, most barbaric and vulgar mountain people of Alterac, also believe that the Imperial Age should return.

We must rediscover the glory of humanity!

Alterac will always follow you, Your Majesty Varian, and I think there is no one more suitable to be our Emperor than you who have regained the Emperor's Sword! "

"That's right."

Under the surprised gaze of the red dragon mage Krasus, the little mage Jaina, who was wearing the badge of the archmage Antonidas, also stood up.

She held the Ebony Cold Staff, which was taller than herself, and said loudly in a "Dalaran talker" manner:

"Dalaran experienced suffering and was reborn. No one understands the sadness brought about by weakness better than us mages. We hope to become strong again.

But without a powerful human empire, Dalaran's revival would be just a flower in the mirror.

I.

On behalf of the Kirin Tor and the Council of Six, I declare my support for Varian Wrynn's proposal that the Empire should be founded here, right here! Just today! "

"No, you can't represent it at all."

A voice came from outside the hall, but before the angry mage shouted his words, he was severely knocked down by a wooden stick emerging from the shadows.

Then, in full view of the public, a dozen daggers of different shapes were inserted into his body. After the blood was splashed everywhere, he was dragged into the floating darkness. The whole process went smoothly, and the unlucky guy didn't even utter a cry.

Only the blood stains dripping on the spot represent the existence of a blind idiot here.

The assassins were so professional, they even wiped away the blood.

"Kul Tiras has always been outside the mainland."

In the dead silence, the real heavyweight Daelin Proudmoore coughed a few times "weakly" and said:

"But we also want to restore the glory of the empire. I have met Emperor Thoradin several times in the Hall of Valor. He told me that when the next person holding the sword of Emperor Stromkar appears, it will be the moment for the empire to be rebuilt.

I think the time has come!

Kul Tiras supports Varian Wrynn's joint initiative. Look, I brought my signature pen. "

"Gilneas has no reason to oppose the Imperial Alliance."

Queen Mia slapped the table expressionlessly and said:

"But we require that the new empire must give werewolves the same status as nationals. This is our bottom line!"

"you."

The speeches of Kul Tiras and Gilneas allowed the remaining king of Stromgard, Thoras Trollbane, to completely break the defense.

He stood up and wanted to angrily scold Dai Lin and Mia for betraying their class, but as soon as he stood up, his son behind him put his hand on his shoulder, and was forcefully pushed back to the chair.

Prince Garin Trollbane, who had some strange hobbies, said in his father's ear:

"Sorry, father, I don't want to embarrass you at this time, but my 'friends' I met in Fight Club told me that in fact, as long as I say the right words at the right time, I can be the king.

Oh, and by the way, Fight Club doesn’t exist.

Father, just think I'm talking nonsense. "

The next moment, Prince Jialin straightened his clothes and said loudly:

"Stromgard supports His Majesty Varian Wrynn. It's time for the Empire to come back! I propose that the capital of the Empire be placed in Stromgarde.

The ‘Land of the Black Wolf’ was the capital of the first empire of mankind, and it was also very suitable as the capital of the second empire. "

Not only Lothar did not expect this situation, but even Varian, the initiator of the initiative, did not expect it. He raised his voice and six of the seven kingdoms expressed support for him.

It wasn't until this moment that Varian truly realized why Azshara and Black were betting on him.

It doesn’t actually have to be him.

But he is probably the most suitable of these people.

Moreover, Blake had already planned everything secretly, and he had already secured the victory before anyone else noticed.

hiss.

Is this the power of a prophet?