Azeroth Trail of Light

The dark is a distorted dream, the bright red is filled with despair, and there is gray sadness mixed with it. In this distorted world, an angry soul shouts.

"kill!"

"Naga... my fleet is gone..."

"Dead, all dead..."

Sometimes crazy, sometimes sad. He has been trapped here for a long time, and there is no time passing in his dreams, but the more lonely he is, the more cruel he appears. When the despair of immersion is about to overflow, it is often the time when the line of defense of the soul is about to collapse.

But at the moment when he was crushed by the substantive negative emotions and was about to collapse, the shackles that bound this dream were suddenly loosened, and the pressure suddenly disappeared. He opened his eyes, and his clenched fists slammed out. .

"kill!"

"boom"

Tyler's wrist was firmly grasped by Varian, and Anduin grabbed the other hand of the crazy general. At the request of the royal family, Baron, the "blind monk" who rushed from North County, would immediately calm his mind. His holy light spotted on the forehead of General Taylor, who roared like a beast, and his struggle became more intense. The bloodshot eyes widened to the extreme, like a tiger choosing people and devouring them.

A few minutes later, Barron chanted a prayer, and his fingers left Tyler's forehead. The admiral, who was overwhelmed with exhaustion and despair, finally calmed down and fell asleep.

Varian let go of Taylor's arm. He looked at his general. He was also a veteran and a commander. He could understand the despair of the commander after the entire army was annihilated. But on the surface, those Na who sent Taylor back. The Jiashui wizards did not lie, the deep sea queen Azshara did not abuse him, but used magic to get him into some kind of illusion.

But the king turned his gaze to the blind monk, who took a step back and whispered,

"General Taylor has no physical problems and no mental torture, but his energy is almost dry. He needs to rest and sleep for at least 3 days. Please don't disturb him these few days."

Varian nodded. He still trusts Baron, the complete new priest who has participated in the War of the Dead from beginning to end. He even plans to let Baron begin to preside over the currently vacant Bright Grand Bishop in a few years. The church, but now he is more worried about the safety of Taylor, a general who is absolutely loyal to the Wrynn family, so after Baron finished speaking, the king raised his hand.

"Then trouble you, stay in Stormwind Fortress temporarily for a few days, and you must ensure the life of General Taylor!"

Baron leaned slightly, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Ten minutes later, the council hall of Stormwind Fortress was filled with the nearby ministers of the Wrynn family, but the atmosphere at this time was somewhat weird, and the source was in the invitation letter placed on the king's table.

Naga’s predecessor was the ancient Kaldorei elven empire that once ruled most of the world, so in terms of etiquette and decoration, these twisted creatures that have been in the sea house for 10,000 years still can’t change the extravagance in their bones, but they are wrong. The level of art originated from thousands of years ago is scary. Even a warrior like Varian can feel something in the invitations written in the three languages ​​of Common Language, Salas and Dwarf. The solemnity and solemnity stuck in time and space.

However, the forces who sent this invitation just broke their city two months ago. The most entangled thing is that this time Naga not only sent back the prisoners, but also sent a sum of money. The treasure that stunned Varian is called "compensation", and this wealth is now stored in the newly restored warehouse in the port area, and is guarded by Xiaoer of MI7.

In fact, when King Varian received a secret report from the tax officer who was almost frightened, his hands trembled. That is the equivalent of three years of taxation for the entire Stormwind Kingdom! Enough for Varian to build another twenty quaysides! Those naga carried dozens of broken wooden boxes and threw them at random, and then returned to the deep sea. The terrifying local tyrants breathed on their faces and confused Varian's face. You know, the bottom of the sea does not lack these things, and the deep sea, where countless wealth is buried, is Azshara's territory.

Once, people said that Dalin, King of Kul Tiras who ruled the sea, was the richest ruler, but now, this title must be given to the deep sea queen.

This is actually what makes Varian the most entangled. It stands to reason that he should just throw the invitation card on the faces of the naga, and then take the army to fight with them to justify the humiliation suffered by Stormwind. , But the deep sea queen who had met once to save them once shot, and even extinguished all Varian's anger.

Is the dignity of the king and the country really priceless?

No... For politicians, everything is valuable, and as long as it is valuable, transactions can be made, so after thinking about it, Varian decided to think again.

The courtiers discussed fiercely, but no one proposed war again. War would mean wastage and death. Now that the Guardians brazenly intervene in the real war and the tribe is gradually pressing on, it is really not suitable. There is another war with no chance of winning at all.

After all, how can humans enter the deep sea?

"Your Majesty, my suggestion is... it's better for us to wait and see the changes!"

The Duke of Eberlock, who rushed from Nightstown in a hurry, made a serious suggestion, "Don't make a decision now."

"Ok?"

A somewhat tired Varian immediately became interested, and he asked curiously, "Qing Abelok, what do you say?"

The old duke, wearing a black robe and holding a thorns scepter in his hand, narrowed his eyes and said with a hint of sarcasm,

"There are still two days before the banquet begins. Although the nagas promised in the name of their queen that they would not do anything to destroy the "relationship between the two countries", those are aliens after all, and I want to say that the most anxious possibility It’s not us...Have you forgotten the origin of Naga?"

Varian's eyes lit up.

"You mean, Kaldorei and Quel'Thalas?"

"Yes, if even the high priest is not afraid of the Queen of the Deep Sea from hurting her, then it means that the chances of this banquet going wrong are bound to be small. If they refuse, we can just follow the trend and refuse."

The old duke rubbed his arm. The weather in Stormwind hasn’t been so good recently. He is old, so he always feels a little sore, but he continued to finish his thoughts, “But even if it’s going to a banquet, You must bring talents, and the Theramore cannot happen a second time! If there is another war, I am afraid that even if the gods in the sky really come, it will be quelled."

This remark made all the ministers nodded. The old duke’s words were undoubtedly very normal, and Marshal Windsor also expressed his opinion.

"If your Majesty is going to a banquet this time, you must bring Shaw and some of the assault soldiers from the Seventh Army, as well as the one from North County, you must bring them. Your Majesty’s current status is different. You must consider the entire country. Interests!"

Varian nodded graciously, but when he thought of the forces of the Naga Kingdom he had seen in Vaskir, he couldn't help but sighed.

"Naga rested on the seabed for 10,000 years and reappeared in the world after 10,000 years. The emergence of the deep-sea kingdom has become a foregone conclusion. Fortunately, the queen seems to be planning to join the civilized world instead of arbitrarily starting a war, but Kul Tiras’s supremacy of the sea...hey, it’s another eventful time."

"Your Majesty... this is a good thing."

The old prince said in a low voice, and Varian was taken aback, and finally nodded.

"Well, it's a good thing."

On the other side, in the warm throne room of Ironforge, the three Bronzebeard brothers, the ruler of Ironforge gathered here, Magni also held an extravagant invitation letter in his hand, and the dwarf king was a little annoyed. The table was different from Varian, he didn't want to go to a banquet at all.

The dwarves hate water, which comes from their natural nature.

Brian Bronzebeard sat aside and said to his brother, "Brother, the craftsman just sent an emissary to ask about the party, and Gnomeregan also received the invitation letter!"

"What does Mekkatork mean?"

Magni gripped his beautiful golden beard irritably, and asked a little tangledly, "What did he say?"

"The great craftsman said, his choice is the same as yours. If you go, he will go, and if you don't go, he won't go either."

Brian asked with some surprise, "The dwarf and the dwarf have been interdependent for almost 300 years. Does my brother still doubt the character of Mr. Mekkatork?"

"Oh, I don't doubt him... If Mekkatorque can't say anything, it would be great... so that we have reason to shirk!"

The King Bronzebeard sat down on the chair dejectedly, and threw the two letters in his hands on the table, "Falstad and the **** Thaurissan also said the same, I will go to them, if I don’t go to them, No, **** it! They put me on the stove to bake! But the ghost place of Vaskir, I really don’t want to go a second time, do you know? That ghost place is full of water up and down, I walk there , The legs are shaking!"

Muradin was also a little entangled. In fact, the reason for the entanglement of the dwarves is the same as that of Varian, but the difference is that the dwarves are not short of money, so the "redeem" sent from the Naga who landed in the wetland is a whole hundred boxes The rare ores on the bottom of the sea are definitely the best gift for the dwarves, and it is absolutely impossible to refuse.

And from this point, it can be seen that the Queen of the Deep Sea is definitely not a vase. Her grasp and contemplation of the human heart has reached an extremely high level. Even Muradin, who hates the Naga most, is seeing those minerals. At that time, the thought of revenge also faded a bit unconsciously.

"Hey! Actually want me to say, it's definitely not us who is the most upset!"

Brian Bronzebeard, the best brainer of the three brothers, quacked, playing with the small sculptures from the age of Kim Azshara sent by the Naga, and winking at his brother.

"Brother might as well ask Ms. Tyrande and the Sun King to see what they say!"

Hearing Brian's suggestion, Magni's irritable face immediately became dull, but then he became happy.

What can Tyrande and Kael'thas say?

"Hey... prepare a dress of the ancient empire."

Kael'thas looked sadly at the invitation letter and the fossil of a seed. He smiled bitterly and turned his head and said to the Grand Master Romans beside him, "I now understand why the manuscripts left by the ancestors contain cryptic suggestions. We have repaired with Naga, look at our light in the light, it is really a terrible existence that can see through people's hearts."

The Romance Archmage, who has always been happy and angered, also responded with a wry smile, and Azshara's card played so that Quel'Thalas could not refuse at all.

Naga gave only one thing to Kael'thas, the tree fossil of Arcand, the miracle tree. Azshara also stated that Vaskir had kept the complete information about the cultivation of Arcand, that tree is now It is the spiritual symbol of the reconstructed Quel'Thalas Phoenix dynasty. It is much more important than the previous Sunwell. Kael'thas even did not hesitate to attack the ancient Sindra city of Ere'Thalas. Now Azshara holds Has what he needs most,

Even if his ancestor was one of Azshara's rebels, how could he not go?

Compared with the loss of Kael'thas, Nordrassil’s Moon Sacrifice is now properly desperate. She has never forgotten what Azshara said to herself on the bottom of Vaskir. Doubting the light in the light's ability to execute the self-will, she even doubted that this banquet might have been specially held by Azshara in order to humiliate and punish her.

But... she couldn't refuse either!

The Queen of the Deep is a real "invitation" to other forces, and her personal maid, Vaschi, arrogantly arrived at Nordrassil, and only one word brought to Tyrande.

"Your daughter Shandris Feathermoon is a guest in Vaskir. She misses her adoptive mother very much, so His Majesty specially sent me to invite Tyrande to worship and Malfurion Archdruid to go to the deep sea kingdom of Torbara. Go to a banquet in the province of Virtue!

Threat! Despicable threat!

But what about this? The winner will never be blamed, and based on Tyrande’s understanding of Azshara, if she really dared to refuse to go to the banquet, she would receive a part of Shandris’ body the next day... this was something she couldn’t bear. .

Tyrande took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed all the fear and anxiety in her heart. This was for Shandris, not for herself. She looked at the arrogant Ms. Naga in front of her and said in a deep voice,

"Please tell your Majesty Azshara, my husband and I will definitely go to the banquet on time!"

"Hehehe...very good! Tyrande, you are as smart as you were ten thousand years ago."

Vashj and Tyrande are old acquaintances, but they are also absolute enemies, but even if Tyrande is angry, as Varian said, new forces have appeared in Azeroth, except for the guardians. , No one can stop its rise...no one can!

The glory of ten thousand years ago and the bearer of this glory... are back!