Azeroth Trail of Light

Time has passed. Inadvertently, history has opened a new page. The Dark Portal has always been a bit magnificent in 23 years. Whether it is the battle of the quicksand or the battlefield of the undead in northern Xinjiang, there is a satisfying year in this year. result.

In the eyes of the general public, the order of this world seems to be returning to its place, and everything seems to be getting better. Just as the story says, justice will eventually defeat evil, and a peaceful and peaceful day will finally come.

After all, there has never been a good war, and there has never been a bad peace.

The seaside city of Theramore is very lively recently. On the one hand, it is the upcoming migration to the homeland. After Princess Kalia announced that Lordaeron will be rebuilt, many civilians who miss their homeland are ready to return to their hometowns. Especially the lower-class civilians, in the bulletins posted by the soldiers, they also found news that made them ecstatic.

The eldest princess will re-divide the land in northern Xinjiang. She used the identity of the Menethil royal family to make a guarantee that civilians who are willing to return to northern Xinjiang with her will unconditionally get a piece of land sufficient for farming. The eldest princess will also build a national farm , To support the difficult first year of livelihood after returning home.

The taxes in the first three years were so low that one could hardly believe it, and the taxes in the fifth year would be restored to the level of the original Lordaeron Kingdom. This is already a rare political responsibility.

And the careful guy also found another decree. It is said that those farmers and craftsmen who are willing to take the risk to follow the great knight Lord Mograine to the wasteland in Northrend, the princess will not collect even a penny of taxes from them. All the land cultivated on that remote continent belongs to the farmer himself.

Even the country will help them arrange everything they need for migration, give seeds for free, and the druids will help manage the land.

But to be honest, this fascinating decree, except for those who really have nothing, and those who are inherently restless, few people will be tempted, thanks to the undead war, almost all civilians in Theramore Everyone knows that Northrend is the home base of the undead, maybe it is not an unbeatable opponent for the knight masters, but for the farmer, it is undoubtedly too difficult.

But there are always people who are born to like to make this kind of gambling choice, so half a month after the decree was posted, in Theramore, Arathi Highlands and Nanhai Town, more than 300 people have signed up for the northern pioneer group. It is conservatively estimated that this number may exceed 1,000 when the Grand Knight Mograine sets out with the Scarlet Crusade.

This is enough to meet the self-sufficient needs of the knights. In addition, the Brotherhood of Stonemasons rebuilt by the great architect of Stormwind, Mr. Alex, has accepted the employment of the Silver Hand and will send experienced stonemasons to go together. Northrend, build fortresses and garrisons for the vanguard.

Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner, including some things that were planned long ago but were delayed because of the sudden war.

Just today, on the morning of March 27, 24, the Dark Portal, a special promotion ceremony is about to take place in the courtyard of the Theramore court.

Compared with other knight apprentice promotion ceremonies, the specifications of this game have undoubtedly improved too much, whether it is surrounded by luxurious and serious venues, or an astonishing number of attendants, coming and going, wearing ritual armor, and representatives from different forces. , It is destined that this promotion ceremony will not be too ordinary.

It belongs to the promotion ceremony of Crown Prince of Stormwind, the future king of Destiny, Anduin Wrynn. Only this identity determines the gold content of this ceremony. In fact, the list of participants today is enough to show off any one of them. The human eye.

The three major paladins of the civilized world, the leaders of the Silver Hand, the Scarlet Crusade, and the Silver Dawn will all be present, as well as representatives from the royal family of Stormwind and the Cathedral of Light, the Commodore of Kul Tiras, the reconstructed Representatives of Dalaran, the city of wizards, as well as kaldorei elves, elves of Quel'Thalas, and even representatives of orcs, tauren and trolls, it is said that the goblin consortium will also send people to participate.

Of course, the latter organizations sent people, naturally, not for the face of Xiao Anduin. In fact, this kind of grand and enchanting scene is more because of Anduin's other identity: the dawn knight, The northern earl, the only disciple of the legendary man.

In other words, Little Anduin is actually drenched in Dick's light.

Today’s protagonist, the little prince Anduin is standing in Theramore’s palace right now. He is wearing a very fitting silver armor with no weapons at his waist. During the knight’s promotion ceremony, he will get a new one. The weapon to prove the beginning of his knighthood.

Princess Kalia stood beside Anduin and carefully arranged the corners of his armor. Recently, the good news from the northern borders came one after another, and the princess was in a very good mood, although the Lich King was in a year later The news that the princess will wake up is a bit difficult for Her Royal Highness to accept, but considering her complicated relationship with Arthas, perhaps the princess, who has become more stable in recent years, has never regarded her brother as an enemy in her heart.

"Little Anduin really grew up. I remember when you first came to Theramore, it was only this high."

Princess Kalia stepped back two steps, looked at Anduin’s image, nodded in satisfaction, and then jokingly gestured to a height, and then reached out to smooth the little prince’s blond hair. This action made Anduin a little shy. But Princess Kalia has always been very good to him, and he also regards the elder princess as his elder, and there is a trace of sustenance about his mother.

Speaking of it, Anduin just passed his 11th birthday this year. He should be a kid, but maybe he is from the fine lineage of the Wrynn royal family. In short, his body has developed very well in the past two years. Now he looks like a stranger. There is no difference between 15 and 6-year-old children.

After putting on the carefully prepared armor, he naturally had some majesty, but after all, he was only a child. Facing today’s big scene, he still lacked confidence. Kalya saw Anduin’s hesitation, she pulled up the child’s Hand, walked to the window and looked at the lively scene in Theramore outside the palace, the princess took a deep breath and said with a smile,

"Actually, when I was rescued from Lordaeron by Jaina and Mr. Ronin, I was a princess who really didn’t know the world. I couldn’t imagine standing here now and shouldering the mission of reviving Lordaeron. Anduin, do you know what my mood was like when Sir Mornes and Dick asked me to become the lord of Theramore?"

Seeing the hopeful gaze of the princess, Anduin hesitated and guessed,

"I guess you must have been hoping to see Lordaeron's revival at that time?"

"No... silly boy."

Kalya patted Anduin's head lightly, closed her eyes, and whispered, "I was very scared at that time, and I would even be awakened by the pressure in the middle of the night. When you didn't get there, you really You can’t imagine how it feels like tens of thousands of people and a country are pressed on your shoulders. It was also at that time that I understood the sighs of my father and my brother...why did he act so crazy? ."

"My child, our blood is not the reason we were born to be king. It is a shackle, a spur that prevents you from stopping the pace of progress. If you want to wear the crown, you must bear the weight of the country. That is the expectation of thousands of people. , You can’t let them down, so no matter how hard you are, no matter how wronged you are, you have to bravely raise the torch and lead thousands of people forward."

The eldest princess stretched out her hand and gently stroked Anduin's hair,

"I've seen some secret documents submitted by Knight Dick. My child, the situation in Stormwind Kingdom is also very complicated. Before Varian's situation improves, you will be under a lot of pressure, but you did very well before. Dick said he believed you would be the best knight and king, and I believe this now."

"Be brave to participate in the first major event of your life, your name, child, don't forget the meaning of your name. You will become a hero like Marshal Lothar. We never doubted this."

The little prince snorted. He seemed to be much more confident than before. However, no one knows what this ceremony will turn into now.

Thousands of miles away from Theramore, that is a mysterious place surrounded by turquoise ocean, hidden from the sight of civilization, in the chaotic sky of that side, in the gap where thunder flashed through the clouds, Above the giant floating city wrapped in golden light, blood-colored ribbons fluttered, flapping the wings of Val'kyr patrolling this sacred place, and countless warriors and heroic spirits were singing.

Valarjar, the sky fortress, this is the place where the eternal existence outside the world lives, that is the place of the kingdom of God in the mortal legend.

On the deepest throne in Valarjar, a majestic giant sits diagonally on the throne. He wears a golden and red armor, and a gorgeous sharp-horned helmet on top of his head. Countless magic patterns are shining on this armor. , He had a silver spear beside him, the top of which was shining with the power of thunder and lightning that would never sleep.

His beard is like scorching lava, and every sway will bring up hot air. The most eye-catching thing is his face, which is full of majesty, and the right eye is a blindfold dotted with blue gems. , And the other eye, half-asleep and half-awake, is all-encompassing, which seems to contain the reflection of the whole world.

In front of this majestic giant, a tall and sturdy figure was half kneeling there. He was not a heroic spirit, but stood in this place where only heroic spirits could step on, which was enough to prove his specialness.

Especially the two hideous axes hanging from the waist, the **** light lingers on them, the whole of the axe is a shrinking dragon skull, at the top of the axe blade, there are two protruding dragon horns, sharp There is a touch of invisible blood on the axe blade, but the shape and power of this axe determines that it cannot be used by those who are not brave.

"Gavincent Skovald, the inheritor of Tyr has appeared. I have seen the end of Ulduar's chaos from the reflection of the world. The world order will once again be in place, and the Hall of Valor will need more. Warriors, come to face the possible crisis, Hela’s power is weakening, but Valarjar still can’t break through this rule, so I chose you, one of the strongest warriors among the Vrykul, you will shoulder Vala Gall and I have a mission to walk in this world, to bring the souls of brave men into the Hall of Valor."

The majestic giant stopped. He stretched out his hand and tapped it in the air, and a dazzling one-handed sword appeared in front of the figure.

"Take it, look for someone who can inherit the truth and guard the will, and test them in your way! If the situation permits, you can form an army to attack Hella. Tens of thousands of years are too long."

The tall Vrykul took the long sword in front of him with respectful hands, carefully wrapped it with the sword cloth he carried, and finally put his back behind him. He patted his chest vigorously with his left hand, making a sound like a drum. .

"Great Odin! I will not disappoint your expectations! I will re-spread the name of Valarjar to the world."

"Very well, then go! Take your bravery to overthrow the world, hahaha! I give you the name of courage, go! Let the world tremble! My warrior!"

At the same time, in Kalimdor, on the road from the deserted Thousand Needles to Feralas, the newly promoted Blood Maul athletic champion and the ace gladiator Lagosh, who is known throughout the Broken Draenor, suddenly stopped. After his footsteps, he looked up in Theramore's direction with feeling.

"What's wrong? Lagosh, is there anything you are familiar with?"

Beside him, a tall and wild high elf asked curiously. She was sitting on the Kodo, with a dense green twisted dagger in her hands from time to time, and on the other side of the ace gladiator, a silent night The elf was looking at a book, and he could tell from his dress that it was a druid.

I don't know how the druid fell into this gladiator team.

"It's nothing, Valeira, I just... I just think there is something unusual in that place, probably related to my lost memories."

Lagosh smiled at the high elf. The two scars that crossed his cheeks on his face looked more and more hideous, but they did not destroy his original face. In an unbelievable way, he added to the black-haired fighter. A different kind of wild charm.

The High Elf Assassin leaped lightly from the Kodo to Lagosh’s horse, stuffed her tall body into Lagosh’s arms, buried her beautiful face in the gladiator’s chest, and whispered,

"Didn’t Rega agree? As long as we can win the Doommaul Gladiator Tournament, we will be free. At that time, Bearskin and I will accompany you to find your memory. Don’t worry, dear, everything will get better."

Lagosh was a little unaccustomed to this kind of intimacy, but in the end he reached out and hugged Valeira's shoulders, he snorted coldly, and the wild and wild aura spurted out.

"It's just the champion of the Dire Maul... Have we won few champions in the past three years? From the moment we stepped into Azeroth, the champion is in our pocket, bearskin, you Right?"

Lagosh looked at the quiet druid, who turned his head, and a smile appeared on the peaceful face, which immediately turned ugly.

"Of course, you are right, my brother."