Azeroth Trail of Light

After a busy day at work, the king of Stormwind sat tiredly on the sofa in the dormitory, and the loyal attendants quickly presented King Varian with a glass of cold ale. This is the king’s favorite after returning to the country. Drinks.

Although it seems a bit vulgar, but the king likes it, that's enough reason, isn't it?

"Well, Anduin has been out again for almost a month..."

Varian took a sip of the cold wine, then leaned his head on the sofa and closed his eyes. The next moment, a pair of gentle fingers supported his forehead, gently kneading it, Queen Valera was not at ease. Although the people who live here are the queen, she has been helping King Varian with other things recently, such as the secret affairs of MI7.

As early as when King Varian was Golash, he was accustomed to Varela’s magical appearances, so he just murmured,

"My son didn't even write a letter to me. It really made his father sad."

Valera smiled, rubbing her husband’s forehead, and said,

"The war in the Outland is said to have ended. Little Anduin will be back soon. It is said that he went to fight in a far away place this time. When your son grows up, he will become as brave and brave as you. King, he won't let us down, will he?"

A smile appeared at the corner of Varian’s mouth, and he reached out and held Valera’s fingers.

"It's our son...but he prefers to be a warrior than the king. Do you remember the smile from the heart on his face when he received the recruitment letter from Ulduar? Look? Going up to deal with political affairs is indeed a torture for a child his age."

"Aren't you the same?"

The queen crossed the sofa lightly and sat next to the king, reaching out to help Vary smooth the somewhat tangled hair on her head, "You don't always say that if you want to deal with troublesome things, it is better to let you go and fight Goron. Is it?"

"Haha"

The king smiled heartily, and put his arm around the queen's shoulder. The attendants had already quietly retreated to give the king and queen time to be alone.

"Yeah, do you know how painful my head is when I hear those nobles' suggestions one by one? It feels like dealing with and reconciling the relationship between them is simply better than what we did in the blood mallet scene. That Goronn is 100 times more difficult to wrap around. By the way, it's been a long time since I saw the bearskin. Have you contacted Broll recently?"

Valé stretched her hand to pick up the ale glass, and took a sip, feeling the refreshing smell, and then leaning against Varian, stretched out comfortably, and said in a kitten voice,

"Broll went to Draenor. The Cenarion Circle wants to establish an outpost and base there. Broll is a druid who has been in Draenor, so he was sent there. It is said that the world is now It has been completely fortified by Illidan, like a super large battlefield, it is really unimaginable, a world battlefield."

"Well, Dick also invited us to the Draenor building fortress. It is said that it will become Azeroth's outpost in the future. Any war that wants to attack this world must first pass through the broken world."

Varian took the wine glass from Varela, and while drinking, he said,

"It is said that this time Taylor drove the starship we supported and built to go to another world battlefield. It spanned countless worlds. The kind of war, thinking about it, makes people excited, but in fact, I am still hesitant to Don't send an army to Draenor, you know, those tribes have not been very peaceful recently, and even the Grizzly Province borders have their wolf cavalry presence."

A haze flashed across the king's face,

"Huh, war, they want a war, no doubt."

"But you also know that there can be no more war..."

Valera’s head rubbed against Varian’s chest a few times, and she murmured, "The farms in the Westfall are already overgrown with weeds, and the residents on the East Valley Logging Ground have also been severely lost. Mayor Solomon It is even reported that there are not enough fishermen on Zhishui Lake, not to mention the sparsely populated burning plain. We have long thought of opening a mine there, but now we don’t even have miners."

"Although you can buy enough food from the Pandaren to prevent a widespread famine, Varian, you also know very well that the country has reached the time to rest and rejuvenate, and it is not just us, Lordaeron and Chur. It’s the same in Tiras. As rulers, we should be more rational instead of letting hatred spread, right?"

The queen’s voice was soft, the king was startled, and finally a little discouraged.

"Yeah, you are right. We sent all the prisoners to Draenor, and we have to guard the new territory. We have brought everyone who had nothing to do to the army, but it is still not enough, you said. Yes, my Valera, it’s time to recuperate, but those orcs might not think that way. If this war breaks out in 10 or 20 years, I’m sure of victory!"

Varian made a promise, but then she felt the queen raise her head and kissed him lightly on the cheek. Varela seemed very happy to let her husband accept her proposal. She flicked her left hand, a document It appeared in her hands, and she handed it to Varian.

"According to the news compiled by Shaw, the conditions of the orcs and tribes are actually not very good. They have encountered the same problems as ours. The Barrens and Thousand Needles are not suitable for farming. Thrall is always looking for a piece of enough to feed more and more. He found the territory of many tribesmen... but Howling Fjord is not a peaceful place, they need more time to develop there..."

Varian looked at the summary of the news in his hand seriously. After Varela finished speaking, he could easily analyze the situation facing the tribe with the eyes of a very good strategist.

"They don't have so much time, or if the confrontation continues, their plan to develop Howling Fjord will be completely wiped out. Our strength in Grizzly Hills is stronger than their strength in Howling Fjord. Send Continent, they are weak...So, what Thrall needs is a truce?"

"Will that orcs do this? And the dwarves won't just let go of the orcs who destroyed Menethil Harbor?"

Varian closed the intelligence in his hand and rubbed his chin with his fingers. He even closed his eyes and pondered, and finally clapped his hands.

"Ha! I see! Dick took away Ironforge's steel inventory for three years at a high price, and the dwarves had no intention of going to war. If the war lasted for a year, their mines would suffer extremely terrible losses, and he suggested Various forces go to Draenor to build fortresses belonging to each side... Is he planning to use this method to restore peace in Azeroth?"

"It's that we need a period of peace."

Valera corrected her husband’s statement. She got up from the sofa, picked up the bottle next to her, and poured a glass of wine for herself and Varian.

"Dick doesn’t seem to want to restore world order in a coercive way. Although he can do so, he sees the wishes of every force. Coupled with the form of war in Draenor, he seems to want this. The world will continue to be peaceful, but I guess that even if there is a war, as long as it does not involve the destruction of the country and other bad things, he should not interfere."

Valera sipped the cup meaningfully, looked at her husband curiously, and blinked.

"Don't ask me why, this is a woman's instinct."

Varian nodded and was about to speak. A knock on the door came from the bedroom door. The king subconsciously looked up at the clock hung on the wall. It was 11 o'clock in the evening. At this time, if It's not really urgent, and the attendants won't disturb him.

"Come in!"

The king snorted, his butler held a letter in both hands and walked into the king's bedroom, put it on the table, and then retired respectfully.

Varian picked up the letter and only glanced at it. His face changed. He put down the wine glass in his hand and began to focus all his attention on the envelope in his hand. After reading it, He breathed a sigh of relief and handed the letter to Valera.

"They actually discovered another world... There are also humans, elves and dwarves. Dick invited the king and chiefs to Ulduar to discuss how to "handle" Xiakan, just like dividing Northrend. ...I knew that he always had a way."

"Anduin was still the first warrior to land in that world. General Taylor praised him for sprinkling the glory of Stormwind on that land. I knew that my son would not let us down."

Valera finished reading the letter in her hand with satisfaction. Compared to Varian’s speculation about the situation, her joy was much simpler, but when she saw the magical images sent by General Tyler along with the letter, Quill Salas's big family lady showed disapproval.

"The elves of that world are so ugly..."

Then I opened another one, and a smile appeared on the queen’s face. She turned the photo to the king.

"Look, our son."

Varian looked at the magical image. His son was standing in front of a huge mechanical creation stained with blood and gunpowder, holding a helmet painted with a golden lion in his hand, wearing a golden battle suit, and his golden hair. The wind flies, behind him, is a scene where the flames of war dissipate.

Anduin’s face was full of triumphant smiles. It was the other sky and the other world, but there was already enveloped by the power of Azeroth. That was the new territory, and King Varian took it. Video, finally shook his head and smiled helplessly,

"He really grew up..."

Just as the Varians were delighted by the victory of the prince of the Kingdom of Storms, in the brightly lit Ulduar, Dick straightened his body from the desk, put down the quill in his hand, and moved his aching wrists. Jaina and Liadrin had gone to rest. He picked up his water glass from the table, took a sip of tea, and finally glanced at the plan that had just been completed.

With a satisfied smile on his face, he left the desk and wandered out of the study.

At the moment before Ulduar's starlight dissipated, we saw the front of a stack of papers placed on the desk. It was a few large characters written in fluent Titan script.

"Estimated time: 28 years in the Dark Portal"

"Code Invasion"

"Target: Argus Star Field."

The galaxy outside the window has never been so bright and splendid. When the stars shine on this not too old world, a new era has quietly opened on the top of this world.

The destiny of countless people, together with the destiny of this world, and the destiny of countless worlds, are quietly changed at this moment. Yes, we look forward to the arrival of that era, and it is already coming.