Azeroth Trail of Light

=??с??2A?F(@?*kz??{?i|t?%3`?<??? The frozen sea is mainly concentrated in the north, under this cold sky, Except for a few fixed waterways, the other seas are in ice-cover all year round.\\r

The Kul Tiras navy will dispatch icebreakers to help ships of the civilized world pass through here, but the best choice for captains is to walk on the mature commercial routes that have been developed in the past year. Part of the payment can be avoided. The cost of icebreakers, and commercial routes are safer compared to desolate routes. \\r

But there are always exceptions to everything. \\r

There are always ships carrying special missions, or transporting secret materials, that cannot go on commercial routes, in order to cover people’s eyes and eyes, or for safety. In short, on the sea outside of commercial routes, there are some departing from all over the world. Ship sailing on thick ice. \\r

"Semaphore! Tell the ships of Kul Tiras, let them speed up!"\\r

Marshal Windsor wore a heavy military uniform, but he still couldn't stop the bitter cold wind on the deck. He had to put a large fluffy cloak on the outside. His white hair was fluttering in the wind, accompanied by the falling snow from the sky. , The old marshal's eyebrows were covered with hoarfrost. \\r

But his eyes were still firm, like a piece of iron that has been tempered by time, and it exudes an icy taste. \\r

After receiving the order, the sending order behind him immediately climbed onto the bridge of the battleship with gloves. After a while, the green and red semaphores were passed between the two ships. \\r

The old marshal took out his pocket watch from his arms, and just opened the cold case, the glass inlaid in it shattered with a click, which made Marshal Windsor shocked, and then shook his head, turning the surface. The old pocket watch, which had been worn so badly, was in his pocket. It was a gift from Marshal Lothar. \\r

The significance of its carrying has already surpassed the pocket watch itself. \\r

"What time is it now?"\\r

The old marshal did not look back, his head shifted slightly, and behind him, Mr. Bud Nedlake, who was frozen like a trembling monkey, took out his pocket watch tremblingly, glanced at it, and trembling. The voice answered, \r

"It's 7 o'clock, 7 o'clock in the evening, look at the weather, hell!"\\r

Since the last time Mr. Bard accompanied the little prince to the Broken Isles, his instinctive prediction of danger allowed him to miraculously avoid the sea waves raised by Hella, and he also found valuable cultural relics on an island, the black market cultural relic dealer. It may be that he had made up his mind to embrace the thigh of Stormwind Kingdom, so he was willing to wait for the little prince in Storm Bay. \\r

His persistence paid off. Under Dick’s instruction, the little prince gave him a letter of recommendation and recommended him to the Admiralty of the Kingdom of Stormwind and became a glorious ensign of the kingdom. He donated most of the wealth that his family had inherited for several generations to the storm royal family, whose current financial situation is not good. \\r

Changed the title of Lord...In fact, if it were not for Anduin’s letter of recommendation, even if Bud had exhausted everything, he would never have been mixed into the kingdom’s aristocracy. From this point of view, Bud and his " The "treasure hunter" group is lucky. \\r

But before he enjoyed his life as an officer for a few days, Bud was transferred to this secret ship by a transfer order. There were only four characters on the transfer order "secret operation". This is the reason why Mr. Bud, who is in uniform, appeared here. . \\r

He didn't even know why he was involved in this **** of the Northern Expedition. \\r

Marshal Windsor glanced at the former tomb thief next to him. As a veteran, he was not very interested in this kind of character, but as the upper echelon of the kingdom, he heard some wind. It is said that this guy has good luck. Well, good luck beyond ordinary. \\r

The old marshal shook his head and threw these thoughts aside. The sailors on the deck were busy clearing the falling snow. This ship was undertaking a secret mission and could not be careless. After a few minutes, the speed of the icebreaker ahead accelerated in vain. Follow up to speed up. \\r

"I'll go and take a look below the deck, Lieutenant Nedrek, let me know as soon as I have news!"\\r

Windsor waved the Marshal's sword. Bud hurriedly delivered a non-standard military salute to send the marshal away. Bud didn’t care about what was under the deck. As a former grave thief, he was better than anyone. It was clear that once he knew the end of too many secrets that shouldn't be known, and the low-pitched roar that came from below the deck from time to time, he had heard it in the wasteland. \\r

Bud could guess what it was...he wouldn't want to get involved with that stuff. \\r

The fully armed royal guard opened the door to the lower deck for Windsor. The old marshal stepped into the dark cabin, and the temperature immediately heated up. It was not the room that blocked the cold, but because of the temperature here. The temperature is higher than normal. \\r

On the ship wall of the deck, there are magic patterns drawn by the mages, and those rays of light in the dark show the state of those magic patterns, which are active. \\r

Walking into the quiet cabin, Windsor did not look around. He knew that there were a huge number of assassins from MI7 in the darkness, and any creature that entered it without permission would be absolutely lethal. The attack, in the darkness ahead, there was a glimmer of light. It was not a light, but a ray of energy. \\r

The holy light, a holy light floating there, is very stable, like the only lamp in the dark. \\r

"How? Is the cargo still safe?"\\r

Windsor glanced at the huge black iron cage next to the holy light, which almost occupied the entire deck. His eyes were extremely indifferent, and the behemoth in it was lying curled up, as if lost. Life, but occasional activities still show that it is still alive. \\r

Faced with Windsor’s question, the young priest with a cane in front of him, wearing a coarse cloth robe and closed eyes nodded and said in a very gentle voice, \r

"Everything is normal, more than twenty sleepy circles are activated at the same time, even if it is... it can't resist it, it will remain stable until it reaches its destination, but..."

"Huh?"\\r

The young priest’s doubts caused Wen De Sole to turn his head. He looked at the polite junior in front of him, looked around, lowered his voice, \r

"Go ahead, boy, what do you want to ask?"\\r

"Uncle Windsor, I want to ask, is it really necessary to set up such an opponent in a trial?"\\r

The young priest had doubts on his face, but his eyes were kept closed, never opened. \\r

The old marshal paused, he pursed his lips, \r

"Baron, you are a good boy, and your uncle Deerek is also my former comrade-in-arms, so before answering this question, I have to tell you in advance that if you know the answer, you have to join it. Actually , I think you should also join in. Excellent young people like you should make some contributions to the civilized world, and your family is thin, you should also take on the responsibility of the family, instead of becoming an ordinary Pastor, that would waste your talent."\\r

When the young man heard this, the holy light that he had kept in his hand trembled, but in the end, he still couldn't hold back his inner curiosity.\\r

"Tell me, Uncle Windsor."\\r

"Good!"\\r

The old marshal waved his hand, the sound of the assassin's beating in the darkness was low, but it really existed. A few seconds later, there was only a breathing sound left in the darkness. It was Shaw, the leader of MI7, a trustworthy person. \\r

The marshal said, "The transfer order you got, Dragonblight Wilderness will have a big battle, a decisive battle, right?"\\r

"Um"\\r

The young man nodded, and the old marshal smiled, "It's not a decisive battle, it's just a target to attract Alsace. We have to prepare two sharpest knives, and when he has no time to take care of them, we will pierce him into his heart from behind. Long, you will be the sword representing the Kingdom of Stormwind...Do you still think these trials are useless?"\\r

Baron didn't answer, but from his expression, it could be seen that the young man accepted the statement. \\r

"If you are shouldering such a mission, then you can use it... there is nothing wrong with it."\\r

"No!"\\r

The old marshal patted the young priest on the shoulder and whispered, \r

"This trial is not as simple as you think. There are at least 3 of them like it! You have to pass 4 tests. It is said that those who pass will receive unimaginable rewards before I leave Stormwind City. , Your Majesty instructed me to be sure to promote the grace and power of the kingdom in this game, because this seems to involve the distribution of colonies after the war. In short, Baron, after arriving in Northrend, you will be the first time you Go to your uncle and he will arrange everything for you."\\r

"Um..."\\r

Baron Dejerek nodded, and just about to speak, the whole ship suddenly tilted and shook violently, as if the entire frozen sea suddenly broke apart. Baron’s body was about to fall. When it was on the ground, Xiao Er, who was flashing out of the darkness, held his body. The young man did not say thank you, but struggled and pressed his hand on the platform in front of him. \\r

The next moment, the standby sleeping array in the entire cabin was activated at the same time, and the **** beast, which was about to wake up in the violent shaking, fell asleep again groggy. \\r

After doing all this, the young man touched the sweat on the top of his head, his eyes still closed, and asked in a low voice, \r

"What happened just now?"\\r

Shaw shook his head, but Marshal Windsor had already rushed out of the cabin with his marshal sword. He was entangled in blood-red anger all the time, but when he rushed to the deck, he was panicked. De immediately ran out of the hiding place next to him and yelled to the marshal, \r

"Mr. Windsor, Kul Tiras' ship! They sank! Just now!"\\r

The old marshal could no longer hear Bud’s crying voice. He stood on the deck, and the sea, which was originally frozen like a thick layer of ice, had completely cracked in the shock at the moment, as if it were broken. Like the glass, from the edge of Windsor’s horizon, you can see a wave of swelling waves pushing the broken ice towards the ship quickly. He turned his head back suddenly, and there was the same thing in the sea tide on the other side. A wave of crushed ice surged. \\r

The icebreaker of Kul Tiras should be the victim of this wave of smashing ice. Under the cold air, steel has become very fragile, and it is impossible to resist such a force of heaven and earth. \\r

The huge icebreaker has split from the middle. The Kul Tiran sailors are hurriedly trying to save themselves. Windsor can no longer take care of them. He raised a hand and shouted, \r

"Prepare for a shock! Give me a hurry!"\\r

"Baron! Melt them for me!"\\r

Accompanied by the roar of the old marshal, the next moment, a brilliant scorching light fell from the sky, shrouded precisely outside the ship, and then rapidly expanded outwards. The ice layer that came into contact immediately melted, breaking the ice in two waves on the left and right. The moment the tide collided, all the very threatening broken ice was melted, leaving only two waves of sea tide hitting the ship. \\r

The violent vibration made several unlucky guys who hadn't grasped them wailed and fell into the sea below, but fortunately... they finally survived. \\r

"This...what the **** is going on?"\\r

Shaw appeared next to Windsor and asked in a low voice. The old marshal handed him the telescope in his hand and pointed to the northwest. Shaw followed his fingers and his body shook suddenly. \\r

In the dark sky of the northwest wind, an icy blue light rushed straight into the sky, like an ice storm, and that direction was very familiar to them, there...Icecrown Glacier. \\r

The falling snowflakes in the air were twice as dense in vain. Feeling the icy wind mixed with strong malice, Windsor's voice seemed a little dry, \r

"He... Arthas, Lich King, awakened..."