Azeroth’s Death Track

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Some things, even if you don't want to face them anymore, still can't escape. This is the most difficult part of life, facing those hard things, and handing the results to your destiny.

Dalaran, this is the country with the smallest area of ​​China in the Alliance of the Seven Nations, and it can even be said that it is not a normal country.

Because the land area it controls is too small and too small, not even as large as half of the provinces of Lordaeron, but Dalaran is the most important force in the alliance of the seven countries, because this small country is the largest in the human world. Birthplace of some mages.

Dalaran city is the capital of Dalaran and a holy place for mages in the human world. This white city built on the shore of Lake Lordanmere uses purple as its own banner and books that symbolize knowledge as its national emblem. The six most powerful wizards in the human wizarding world serve as leaders and become a six-member council to rule and manage all affairs in Dalaran.

In Dalaran, there are not only human beings, but also dwarf dwarfs who are taller than human beings, shorter than dwarves, and more jumpy than murlocs, some dwarves who live, and finally elves, to be precise , Quel'Thalas High Elf.

Regarding the relationship between the high elves and the human mage, we can say a little bit. In short, on this day, a special force composed of 30 gryphon knights visited the city of Dalaran, and because they brought The new trend of the Wildhammer Dwarves who have always lived away from the world. Therefore, when they landed on the flying platform of Dalaran, the head of the dwarf knight Kurdran got the six-person parliament speaker, the human archmage Antonidas. Meet in person.

This is not uncommon. In the face of the fierce orcs, the Human Seven Nations Alliance is under great pressure and urgently needs all the forces that can be combined. Not to mention, the addition of the Wild Hammer dwarf will greatly enhance the air combat strength of the Human Alliance.

The baby dragon that arrived in Laran not long ago revealed a terrible reality: Orcs can fight powerful dragons. In this case, no matter how arrogant the king is, the Wildhammer dwarf will have a different look.

While Kurdran and the six-member council were discussing some major events, another of the team came to a magnificent mage tower in Dalaran.

"Praise the sun, Lor'themar, you have finally returned safely! Your Highness the Prince has been looking for you in recent days! Everyone is worried about you."

When Lor'themar Theron walked into the mage tower, a high elf wearing a red robe, with long red hair, a good figure, and a beautiful face quickly stepped forward and gave him a warm hug:

"Come on! Your prince is waiting for you!"

"Ok"

The very haggard Lotherma nodded silently. He followed the elf mage into the mage tower. The space here is obviously not the same as the outside. Outside, this is just a 20-meter-high white tower, nothing special. And walking into it is like walking into a real palace, and it does not seem abrupt at all.

This is the magic of magic. There are dozens of towers in Dalaran.

"Lotherma, what's wrong with you? Are you in a bad mood?"

The female wizard was keenly aware of the abnormality of her companion. She looked back at the strange silence of Lor'themar. Although he was so cold on weekdays, at least he could still feel the goodwill at that time, and now Lor'themar, just Like a stone without emotion.

She was a little worried about her companions, so she joked:

"Look, you saved the human king, killed Zul'jin, killed the orcs, and brought back Zul'jin's head, you are already the hero of Quel'Thalas, come, smile, our British ..."

"Uh"

She hadn't finished speaking with a ridiculous word, and Lor'themar's left hand came out, clasping her neck like iron tongs, and the cold-faced cold ranger put the beautiful female mage directly on the wall, using A sentimental voice scolded:

"Shut up! Lanna Sur! Shut up!"

"Don't call me my hero! I don't deserve this word!"

This sudden emotional outburst made everyone around him cold, and while Lor'themar watched the consternation and panic in the eyes of the female mage, he took a step back and put the mage down.

"Uh"

He went on carelessly, like a madman, a sentimental killer, and the frightened female mage stroking the wound on his neck, like a furious lioness, shouting towards Lor'themar :

"You... are you crazy! Bastard!"

But the indifferent figure has disappeared into the magic curtain that is surging forward.

After actually entering the inner hall, Lor'themar looked up and saw the figure sitting in a luxurious red velvet chair, frowning and reading an obscure magic book. Although he was reading and studying, he was surging. Temperament, but people can't help focusing their eyes on him, even the gorgeous surroundings have been robbed of all the limelight by the master.

This is a natural leader! A true superior!

Lor'themar took a deep breath, stepped forward, stopped 10 meters away from him, and whispered:

"I'm back, Your Highness Kael'thas!"

"Ok?"

This interrupted the researcher's thinking. His Royal Highness raised his head and saw Loserma standing there. There was a trace of undisguised joy in his eyes.

Kael'thas. The Sun Daily is the only son of His Majesty Anastalian Sun, Quel'Thalas. The future owner of Quel'Thalas is also the object of loyalty to Lor'themar.

The excellent bloodline of the Daily Sun flows through his body, making him one of the world's most powerful casters at a young age. It is for this reason that he can have a tower of his own in the city of magic.

This prince inherited almost all the merits that the elves should have. Frankly speaking, Junmei, the word could not describe him.

Slender and straight figure, long blond hair hanging down to the waist, soft like the sun's light, always raised golden eyebrows are perfectly trimmed, he also has a pair of green eyes, standing on his back At that time, three emerald green orbs representing huge magical powers were suspended behind his shoulders, which added a mysterious temperament to him, and at the same time represented his unparalleled magic talent.

Even when walking, as if the sun shrouded the earth, this near-perfect prince is full of a natural leader temperament.

In the face of the subordinates who returned from the journey, His Royal Highness did not pretend to be pretentious. Instead, he personally lifted Lotherma's arm and invited him to sit opposite him with just the right enthusiasm.

The kind of pain that surged in Lor'themar's eyes could not be concealed from the prince, and in the previous brief magic communication exchange, His Royal Highness also learned something in advance.

After sitting down, his expression became serious:

"Are you sure that Tyrion. Blade of Dawn has died in battle? Dead in the hands of the orc warlord named Saurfang?"

"Ok!"

Lor'themar nodded, took two things from behind, and put them on a gorgeous table studded with various gems. That was the head of Zul'jin, which had been preliminarily processed by Wildhammer Shaman, and Kurd The box that Lan handed to him encapsulated Tyrion’s relic

"The outside publicity is ridiculous. Your Royal Highness, it is not me who killed Zul'jin! It's Tyrion, and he and I saved the human king Dylan Proudmoore together, and finally led the orcs to survive. The person is still him, and I can’t do this without his sacrifice.”

Lor'themar said in a voice containing anger and powerlessness:

"Please forgive my rudeness to Lanna Ser, but...I can't accept this kind of lie!"

He looked at his prince, and the prince listened carefully to his opinion:

"His Royal Highness! I don't deserve the name of a hero, which will make me steal his reputation. Please stop this rumor, and don't let the real hero lose even the recognition he deserves in the end."

"I see."

Prince Kael'thas listened to all the things described by Lor'themar completely. In the description of the first-hand witnesses, a lot of details were added, and finally, a sorrow appeared in the eyes of His Royal Highness.

His gaze didn't even stay on Zul'jin's head, which would bring him prestige, but touched the box with his hand, and he sighed:

"Today, Quel'Thalas is badly damaged, and we have lost a real hero. He should have risen with Quel'Thalas to become a truly great man who surrounded our motherland. It's a pity."

He stood up, picked up the box by himself, and said to Lor'themar:

"Come on, come with me, Lor'themar."

"We are going to hand it over to those who are truly qualified to receive it, General Liresa and Miss Aurelia, the other two victims in this sad day, I hope Tyrion’s departure, no Will destroy their will and soul."

"Will not!"

Lor'themar Theron straightened his body, and Shen Sheng said:

"I believe that the women of the Windrunner family will not be crushed by pain, they will only be reborn in hatred!"

"Your Highness! I have decided to give up my pursuit of the position of General Ranger, and I will do my best to help Aurelia become the new Ranger General...This is Tyrion's last wish, we must achieve all this for him! And Tai The departure of Ryan will also make the Windrunner family one of us..."

A flame of hatred ignited in Lor'themar's eyes, and he clenched his fists:

"We must expel the **** orc completely from this world! Only in this way can we comfort the hero's spirit in heaven!"

"Well! We must do this!"

Prince Kael'thas nodded, his face also firm and sad, he took a deep breath, accompanied by the waving of his fingers, a portal to other places opened in front of his eyes, he was in a noble gesture Holding the box with the relics, he moved forward and was firm in pace.

"Come on! Lor'themar, let's fulfill the last wish of the Warriors! Instead of the Warriors, to say goodbye to his loved ones..."

"Today, the sun will fall for Terion. The blade of dawn... but tomorrow, it will rise again because you and I inherited the will of the warriors!"

"I swear... he will not sacrifice in vain! Those orcs, those brutal invaders, they will definitely pay the price!"

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