Azeroth Trail of Light

On the fifteenth day of Dalaran's destruction, Light's Hope Chapel.

This is the second national meeting hosted by this chapel, but compared to the first Northern Xinjiang meeting, the number of people present this time far exceeds, regardless of the gold content or the number.

When the image stone of Dalaran's destruction was delivered to all the forces in the entire eastern kingdom by the mages at the fastest speed, the appearance of this meeting was inevitable.

No matter what the outcome is, this will be the first step for all the forces of the Eastern Continent, which is sticking to a corner, to turn their attention to the entire world, and the mysterious veil of the world of Azeroth will also be in front of the eyes of these creatures living in the Eastern Continent , slowly pulled away.

The sun king of Quel'Thalas, Kael'thas-Sunstrider, the handsome face of this young king no longer has the confidence to control everything, replaced by deep worry and exhaustion. Cirvanas sat beside him, and the beautiful face of this ranger general also showed a trace of weather.

The supreme commander of the Knights of the Silver Hand, Alessandro Mograine, the name of the Ashbringer has spread throughout the northern border. The situation tended to be stable. Although the land had not been completely recovered, the Knights had indeed launched a counterattack for the first time, and had recovered one-third of the land.

But at the same time, the complete fall of Silverpine Forest made this hard-won victory lose its due brilliance. Like Kael'thas, this wise leader also had helpless worries on his face.

The mage lord of Dalaran, the temporary leader launched by more than 4,000 mages who survived the disaster, the archmages of Rhonin and Ansrem, and the bandaged Archmage Delandon, their robes On the top, dotted with a small white flower, this is the mourning for the victims of Dalaran.

Miss Jaina, who came back from a long journey, is no longer as lively and happy as before. She seems to have matured a lot overnight. The old black wizard hat on the top of her head and the one behind her back are full of chills. The ebony cold on the chest, as well as the violet badge on the chest, both represent the current status of the eldest lady, the true successor of the archmage Antonidas, and the new member of the six-member council.

But Dick knew that the eldest lady would not care about these things, if she could, she only wanted the mentor to live, but...

The mages attending the meeting were as silent as stones, but the icy aura coming from them was enough to make others look sideways. These mages were about to be driven crazy by successive blows.

Stormpike Marshal Fandral sat in the second row. Sitting in front of him was a dwarf wearing a fiery red armor with a delicate crown. He had a pair of yellow eyes and a beard braided into a beautiful braid. It is Magni-Bronzebeard, King of the Bronzebeard Kingdom, the nominal loyalist of all dwarves.

Sitting on his right was Dick's old acquaintance, and also an old acquaintance of the mage Ronin, Lord Wildhammer Falstad.

On the left side of the dwarf camp is the special envoy from the Southern Storm Kingdom, who is also very familiar to Dick. He is a relative of the assassinated king Ryan. Before the little king Anduin-Wrynn grew up, the current king Varian- When Wrynn's handling of the country was not superb enough, the Grand Duke Bolvar Fordragon, who served as the regent, was a powerful paladin and a skilled and experienced politician.

Of course, Dick also knew his other identity. Seven years later, he would sacrifice himself and become the third Lich King, controlling the undead to hide in Northrend, and the undead disaster that once spread to the whole world came to an end.

But under the current situation, Dick felt that this heroic paladin probably wouldn't meet such a tragic ending again.

Next to the Duke of Fordragon, sat Anduin Wrynn, the crown prince of the Storm Kingdom, who was only 5 years old. This little guy is now a child without worries, but if everything goes well, his father will be there in four years. After disappearing in a conspiracy, when he returns again, his father will become the protagonist of history, the fearless king known as Ghost Wolf.

The camp of the Kingdom of Stormwind is further to the left, sitting a middle-aged man in a noble dress, the actual ruler of Kul Tiras, Dailin Proudmoore who likes to be called Admiral by others, also known as Grand Admiral. The young lady's father, if nothing else happens, he will become Dick's father-in-law.

At this time, the ruler of Kul Tiras was sizing up Dick standing on the podium with scrutiny. It could be seen that the king who was born as a soldier didn't really care about Dick's senses. not so good.

And next to General Dai Lin, on the last seat in the first row, sat quietly a lady with blond hair and a crown. She was wearing a white plain dress and looked like a melancholy flower, but The royal education she received since she was a child gave her a bit of tenacity besides her frailty, which made people's eyes shine. This is the Lordaeron government-in-exile, and now the newly born Queen of Theramore - Kalia Mi Nehil.

People in the world only knew that she was Alsace's elder sister, but in the changed history, she has begun to glow, the light that truly belongs to the successor of King Terenas and the descendant of Menethil.

Dick, who was wearing a blue dress, stood on the podium. He scanned the people present from left to right. It is no exaggeration to say that if Archimonde shot a few shots at this place right now Finger is enough to mess up half the world.

But Dick, who has seen too many things, is no longer trembling like a real Azeroth paladin. Standing on this podium, the traces left by another world have long been In the battle after battle, he was wiped clean, like the fire of a furnace, making him a better and more outstanding person.

He looked at the crowd of leaders sitting in the audience, saw the supportive gazes of Sylvanas and Vereesa, saw Rhonin's will to revenge, and saw Alessandro's attitude of admiration and indifference , I saw Kael'thas' gentle smile, I saw Marshal Fandral's quietly raised fist, I saw little Anduin's curiosity, I saw Missy's dependence, I saw General Dai Lin's scrutiny, I saw Carly Ya's grateful.

But there are also many people, he can't see them, Uther, Arthas, Kel'Thuzad, Anasterian, Dar'Khan, Genn Greymane, Antonidas, these people brought him , It's about sacrifice, about salvation, about betrayal, about the memory of death, it's cold, it's painful.

Over the past year or so, Dick was caught in memory entanglement.

When warmth and death spread out, he gradually understood that all of this destroyed him, but all of this also made him.

When he embarks on this world-changing Titan road, he is no longer the ordinary guy in the past, he is Dick, he will become Dick, and under this starry sky, he will be remembered and will eventually be The forgotten one.

Not liking, not disliking, but being.

Dick took a deep breath, and he spread his hands,

Everyone, the power of darkness that has never been seen has spread to this world. Every minute and every second, we are suffering on the tip of the knife of destruction. Whether you face it squarely or ignore it, it is there and left to us. There is not much time to hesitate.

So, let's cut out the red tape and get straight to the point...

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At the same time that the Eastern Continent Conference was held, the land of Kalimdor, the holy mountain of Hyjal, the foot of the world tree Nordrassil, the inheritance country of the ancient elf empire, and the night elves who ruled the entire Kalimdor in name, also A crucial meeting was held.

Compared with the calmness of Dick and the leaders of the human kingdom, these dark night elves with purple skin, long ears, enjoying the blessing of eternal life, and believing in the moon god Elune, are well-built and known as the children of the forest They seemed a little flustered.

Ashenvale has fallen by a third, and Azshara has completely fallen into the hands of those demons. It is unbelievable that after ten thousand years, they have returned!

With bandages on his arms, the male elf in exquisite leather armor sat on a wooden chair and said to the respected Moon Priest,

The Sentinels can't stop those vicious demons at all. They opened portals in Ashenvale and Azshara, and a steady stream of demon armies poured out of them. I even saw that ugly figure from 10,000 years ago. That abyss lord called Destroyer, it recognizes us... They come with hatred, sacrifice to the Lord, and their goal is the World Tree!

This was obviously a secret conversation. In the exquisite tree house, there were only four people sitting. Apart from the wounded elf, the most eye-catching one was the female elf sitting in the center. Compared with other night elves, Her skin is fairer, she wears a white sacrificial robe, and there is a crescent-shaped emblem on her forehead.

That face gathered the essence of all things, it was unimaginably beautiful, it had a temperament between coquettish and noble, it was a holy aura that could attract everyone.

Priestess of the Moon, Tyrande-Windtalker, 10,000 years ago, led the night elves to overthrow the rule of the highborne, and one of the leaders who brought the invading demons back to the void, and is also the current leader of the Kaldorei elves By.

She frowned, and after listening to the report from Commander Gray Valley of the sentinel unit, she thought for a few minutes and said,

Of course they covet the World Tree. The Well of Eternity has been destroyed. This tree carries the core power of the world. After all, we are not the elven empire of 10,000 years ago. Our strength is not enough to deal with the demons that attack again. How about that? , Barnes, you let the Sentinels retreat to the middle of Ashenvale, I will wake up the druids, and the demigods who fought side by side with us ten thousand years ago, we need their power.

The Sentinel Commander named Barnes-Huijin nodded. The Sentinel was originally a standing army formed by Tyrande after the night elves became independent to prevent evil forces. He is not considered an elite force, but he is also a very wise The elf is also a veteran of 10,000 years ago, so he naturally knows what to do.

But when the priestess was about to leave, Barnes suddenly remembered another thing, and said hastily,

Master Sacrifice, please wait a moment!

Tyrande turned her head and looked at Barnes,

Anything else? Commander.

It's like this. In addition to us, when my scouts were patrolling, they also found that those orcs who called themselves the Warsong Clan were also resisting the demons on another front. They were crazier than us. They seemed to be the same as us. Those demons have stubborn hatred, I think, if possible, can we also unite with those orcs... After all, those barbarians are more suitable to stand in the front of the war than our people.

Barnes put forward his own opinion, but after Tyrande frowned and thought for a while, he asked again,

But I remember that those orcs don't seem to be a friendly race. It is said that they have been cutting down the trees in Ashenvale?

Yeah, that's a bit too much for us to live with!

Barnes seemed to recall some bad memories, gritted his teeth, but finally said calmly, But now, resisting demons is our top priority before everything else. I heard that apart from this irritable In addition to the Warsong clan, there is another orc building a city in the barren Durotar, and according to the reports from the scouts, they are much friendlier than the orcs of the Warsong clan.

Tyrande nodded, and said in her characteristic lithe and husky voice,

Then, you might as well send an envoy to contact them. If they are willing to dedicate their strength to resisting the demons, we don't mind giving them Durotar to live in.

Barnes stood up, saluted the priestess, and said aloud,

Then, I will send an envoy in the near future. I heard that those humans have started to move in the Durotar Marsh bordering Durotar. I will investigate them at the same time. If necessary, I will try my best to pull them into our In camp.

Dick didn't know the distant Kalimdor. The night elves, who had lived in seclusion for thousands of years, had planned to include Theramore in their ally inspection. In the chaotic venue, Dick sat in the last row, holding a sad The arms of the eldest lady, the two snuggled together, hugging each other to keep warm.

It seems that all the quarrels have nothing to do with him. From time to time, he looks to the east. On the other side of the endless sea, on that mysterious and vast land, there is another battlefield.

That would be the beginning of... another period of his war.

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