Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1519 152. May the living be as firm as the dead - Jia Geng [625]

  Blackburn is enough to be elusive. Now that he has the Scepter of Sargeras, the space and distance of the material world have lost their meaning before his eyes.

   As long as he wants, he can cross the whole world in a blink of an eye from the depths of the jungles of Pandaria to the top of the mountains of Northrend, or visit every city in the whole world in one day.

   Even the barrier between worlds.

In the Battle of Quel'Thalas, the summoning of Maim's Draenor pirate fleet from another world to Azeroth was just an ordinary operation that could be accomplished with the Scepter of Sargeras and the Space Beacon .

   Of course, such a degree of spatial manipulation consumes a lot of energy from the user, but for Black, who is a big pirate and a big warlock, such a little mental pressure is not enough to affect his spellcasting accuracy.

   Just like now, with a powerful undead and her big cat, the pirate still used a very smart space teleportation to send him and the Windrunner mother from the Stratholme area to the gate of Narthalas Academy.

   This speed was so fast that General Lireza couldn’t even react.

   She glanced around, then glared at Blake, who was full of excitement, and said:

   "I haven't had time to say goodbye to the Lich King. In your words, this is called fishing at work. Although I don't get paid from His Majesty Lothar, it's too irresponsible."

   "Let the supreme Lich King wait, the big thing has to wait until the end of my graduation ceremony."

The pirate disappeared with a swoosh, and reappeared a second later. He had changed into a standard set of Nar'Thalas Academy spellcaster robes, and pretended to wear a wand hanging from his waist. It belonged to Gul'dan. Great Skull Tome.

  Blake coughed a few times, adjusted his clothes, and held the head of Elisande he just got in his hand, waving a cloud of shadowy flames flying like smoke in his hand.

   He looked at Windrunner's mother and said:

   "Look, my hunting mentor, do I look like a graduating spellcaster now?"

   "Not like."

General    Lireza shook his head and said:

   "Like an evil villain who is ready to destroy the world at any time, the Gul'dan in my memory does not have the evil temperament that has formed a halo like you."

   "Hey, let's just pretend you're complimenting me."

  The pirate shrugged and was about to enter the academy when he suddenly stopped, looking back at General Liresa beside him with a faint gaze.

   The Windrunner's mother was uncomfortable for a while, she frowned and said:

   "What are you looking at me for?"

   "Today is my graduation ceremony, it's my big day."

  The pirate made a very rude and critical expression, looked up and down General Lireza, and said:

   "Are you going to wear this one? Why don't you change to an evening dress?"

   "Did I say you deserve a beating?"

   Windrunner's mother wrinkled a "Chuan" on her "smoky makeup" face, and her left hand touched the elf war sword at her waist. This dangerous action made the pirate immediately raise her hands and say:

   "Okay, well, an emotional undead like you is really unqualified. That's it, it's fine when someone comes, and I can't expect too much."

   "Hey! Black, Captain Smelly, what are you doing standing there?"

   The cries of idiot Little Xingxing sounded from the academy, and she shouted:

   "Come on, everyone is waiting for you, everyone is waiting to see the demeanor of the first Nar'Thalas student to graduate in 10,000 years, and we have prepared a cool bachelor's hat for you."

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   There was a very happy graduation ceremony in Tol Ballard, but there was not much joy in the Quillings cabin where Blake had just left.

   This is probably because, under the gazes of a group of kings with different expressions, His Majesty the Lich King Lothar, who is the villain, finally appeared.

   This former great man of mankind did not engage in such a long overdue trick. He almost stuck in time to appear in front of the king and the high-level officials of various countries. Still wearing the black armor he had been awakened from at Northshire Abbey, Frostmourne, who never left his body, was also held in his hands, but not in an attacking stance.

  Rao is so, when seeing this soul-stirring magic sword, those old kings who have been sitting on the throne for a long time and have not felt the breath of the battlefield still feel the coolness from the bottom of their hearts.

   At this moment, even people who have no concept of power can understand and feel the breath of the oppressive soul represented by the man in front of him.

   But such a breath was not released intentionally by Lothar.

  As his connection to Frostmourne grew stronger, the majesty of the Lich King grew heavier.

   This is still under the circumstance that the Helm of Dominance that matches Frostmourne has not been worn. Once Lothar gets the Helm of the Lord of the Undead, his will can cover the entire world in an instant.

   Until then, the power of the Lich King will truly reach its peak.

"sit!"

  Lothar walked into the main seat of the hall of Quel'lings' hut without squinting, and sat on the spiked throne entirely made of ice, guarded by his three knights of the apocalypse.

   He raised his hand like a master and said a word in a cold tone.

  Other kings, look at me, I look at you, the old King Terenas was the first to sit in his chair, and the others also took their seats.

  The atmosphere in the hall froze to the extreme for a while.

   Everyone knew that Lothar came with a purpose this time, but few could guess what the Lich King's purpose was.

   It is this unknown that brings them fear.

  Especially when the man in front of him really has the strength to pull the seven human kingdoms together, this kind of fear seems so real.

   It feels like a ghost is lying on the back of the neck, constantly blowing cold air towards the neck.

   is like a awn on the back.

   In such an uncomfortable atmosphere, Lothar took the initiative to speak.

   "I didn't come with destruction, and I don't want to evoke a natural disaster to sweep across this continent at this time, although I could.

   but not necessary. "

  The Lich King's hollow voice echoed in this hall, and his eyes did not look at a specific person, as if he was staring at something deeper.

   appears to be out of focus.

   But absolutely no one would think Lothar had lost his mind at this time.

   "Before I came, someone had already proved one thing to you with vivid examples. A scattered eastern continent cannot resist any powerful force."

  The Lich King continued to say in a relaxed tone:

   "I think His Majesty the Sun King should understand this unforgettable, and all the paladins and soldiers who participated in the Battle of Quel'Danas have also seen the destruction of powerful forces.

  You all sent reinforcements to Quel'Thalas, and even the Kaldorei elves from Kalimdor came to support.

   But the result of the war was still defeat.

   A tragic failure.

   In the face of Queen Azshara and her deep sea army, you can't even fight back effectively. But Queen Azshara was the loser of that war 10,000 years ago.

  If you can't resist even her majesty, how can you resist the Burning Legion that is destined to come next?

  I know that before the disaster in the distance turns into a real sword and pierces your chest, there are always people who think that the disaster in the story will not fall on their heads.

   Once, I was such a naive person.

   But your backstabbing in secret taught me this simple truth.

  We must be prepared for all possible dangers, whether we like it or not, those real threats will not change because of our thoughts.

   This is what I want to say to you today. "

  Lothar paused, his eyes swept over everyone in the silent hall in front of him, and he continued to say in that hollow tone:

   "I choose to hold on to Frostmourne because I don't want to get a tragic defeat in the next war, and my Scourge and I are ready to face the devil.

  I'm pretty confident in beating them on my turf, but sadly, the world isn't just Northrend.

   I said the same thing once in North County.

   Now I repeat.

  I want to win!

  Whoever hinders me from winning is my enemy.

  Whoever helps me win is my friend! "

  The Lich King shook his head, and he said:

   "Everyone, do you understand what I mean?"

  The other kings looked at each other, only the Sun King nodded seriously. Old Terenas King seemed to have guessed Lothar's expression long ago, and he nodded slightly.

   But just when everyone thought it was over, a young man stood up.

   A loud bang.

   A sword was inserted on the table in front of Lothar.

   The familiar hilt and strange shape of the blade made all the humans in the hall exclaim, and even the old Terenas King, who had just closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, stood up on the spot in shock.

   And Lothar and behind him King Ryan and the archlich Antonidas widened their eyes.

  Yrel didn't know the legend of this sword, and she couldn't understand the significance of this sword to human civilization, so she was very curious about the reaction of everyone in front of her.

   "I have a better idea, Marshal Lothar, His Majesty Lothar."

   Varian Wrynn, who had changed into a blue king's robe, with an iron crown, and shaved and trimmed his hair, stood there, and said to Lothar:

   "A human civilization with scattered sand can't do anything!

   Many lessons over the past few years have warned us of the cruel fact that if humanity continues to divide, we are destined to become the laughing stock of Azeroth!

   We are no longer able to compete with elves, dwarves and trolls, and we will become the losers in their mouths.

   This is not what I want to see.

   I believe this is not what you want to see either. "

   Varian's words were very dangerous. He almost revealed his thoughts in public, which made Lothar's cold-covered face show a fleeting smile.

   Behind the Lich King, His Majesty Ryan looked at his son with admiration, this is what he imagined his son should look like when he grows up.

  Those different souls are born to rule!

   "So, what are you trying to say? Varian Wrynn."

  Lothar sat on his own ice throne, and he said in a deep voice:

   "Since you miraculously took back the Emperor's Sword, I think you have received revelation and entrustment from the kings of mankind. I believe that you have reached a turning point in your life.

   Then, say what you think. "

   "My idea is simple."

  Varian looked around, took a deep breath, and said:

   "I want to rebuild the empire!

  The era of division has lasted for more than two thousand years, which is long enough. It is time for us to return to our strongest posture. We should actively pursue greatness instead of allowing ourselves to fall.

  I will carry on the legacy of Thoradin the Great, and of my memory of King Ryan and Marshal Lothar.

  I want to bridge the divide!

   Maybe I can't be the emperor, but I have to personally promote the unification of the empire.

  I hope I can get support.”

   "I'm with you! The era of weakness and division is over! Even the orcs are starting to rebuild their world, and we are still fighting infighting as the victors.

   This is a shame! "

   Before Varian could finish his words, Arthas, with a bandage on his face, jumped out first. He raised his hands and cheered:

   "Long live Emperor Varian!"

   This statement may have been sincere, but the face of the old King Terenas beside Arthas was turned white with anger.

   But this is just the beginning.

  As the other kings watched in shock, the young king of the Alterac Kingdom, who had always had no sense of presence in the Seven Kingdoms of mankind, extended his hand.

With a smile on his face, "I finally waited for this moment of pretending", he coughed deliberately in the manner of a big boss, and even his voice must have been practiced many times, so that his voice could be repeated again and again. Sensual and majestic.

   He said to Varian:

   "My Alterac and I very much agree with His Majesty Varian, and we, the oldest, wildest and most vulgar Alterac mountaineers, also believe that the Age of Empires should return.

  We have to find the glory of mankind again!

   Alterac will always follow you, Your Majesty Varian, I don't think anyone is better suited to be our Emperor than you who have regained the Emperor's Sword! "

   "That's right."

   Under the astonished gaze of the red dragon mage Krasus, the little mage Jaina who wore the archmage badge of Antonidas also stood up.

   She leaned on the Ebony Cold Staff, which was taller than hers, and said loudly in a "Dalaran talker" attitude:

   "Dalaran has suffered and been reborn, and no one understands the sadness of being weak better than us mages, and we hope to be strong again.

   But without a powerful human empire, the revival of Dalaran is just a flower in the mirror.

I.

   On behalf of the Kirin Tor and the Council of Six, I announce my support for Varian Wrynn's proposal that the Empire should be built here, right here! Just today! "

   "No, you can't represent at all"

   A voice came from outside the hall, but before the angry mage could say his own words, he was beaten down by a wooden stick that emerged from the shadows.

   was thrust into his body by more than a dozen daggers of different shapes before the eyes of the public. After the blood was splashed, he was dragged into the floating darkness. The whole process was smooth and smooth, and the unlucky **** didn't even let out a wailing.

  Only the blood stains that dripped in place represent that there was an idiot who didn't have a good eye.

  Assassins were so professional, they even wiped off the blood.

   "Kul Tiras has always been outside the continent."

   In the dead silence, the real heavyweight Dalene Proudmoore coughed a few times "weakly" and said:

   "But we also want to restore the glory of the Empire. I have met Thoradin the Great several times in Valhalla, and he told me that when the next man with the sword of Emperor Stromkar appears, it is the time for the rebuilding of the Empire.

  I think the time has come!

  Kul Tiras supports Varian Wrynn's joint initiative Look, I've brought all the pens for signing. "

   "Gilneas has no reason to oppose the Union of Empires."

  Queen Mia patted the table expressionlessly and said:

   "But we demand that the newly born empire must give the werewolves the status of equal citizens. This is our bottom line!"

"you."

The words of    Kul Tiras and Gilneas caused the remaining King Thoras Trollbane of Stromgard to completely break the defense.

   He stood up and wanted to angrily rebuke Dai Lin and Mia who betrayed his class, but as soon as he stood up, his son behind him put his hand on his shoulder, and was forced back to the chair.

   Prince Garin Thorbane, who has some odd hobbies, said in his father's ear:

   "Sorry, father, I don't want to slap your face at this time, but my 'friends' from fight club told me that I can be king as long as I say the right words at the right time.

   Oh yeah, fight club doesn't exist.

  Father, just take me for nonsense. "

   The next moment, Prince Garin adjusted his clothes and said loudly:

   "Stormgard supports His Majesty Varian Wrynn, it's time for the Empire to come back! I propose that the capital of the Empire should be placed in Stromgarde.

  The 'Land of the Black Wolf' is the capital of the first empire of mankind, so it is also suitable as the capital of the second empire. "

   Not to mention that Lothar did not expect the situation in front of him, even Varian himself, the initiator of the initiative, did not expect it. He climbed up and shouted, and six of the seven kingdoms expressed their support for him.

   It wasn't until this moment that Varian really realized why Azshara and Black were betting on him.

   Actually, it doesn’t have to be him.

   But he was probably the most suitable of them all.

   And Black had already planned everything in the dark, and he had already sealed the victory without anyone else noticing.

   hiss.

   Is this the power of a prophet?

   (end of this chapter)