Azeroth’s Death Track

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The sudden voice of Archbishop Benedictus broke the dull atmosphere of the King's Parliament Hall and made everyone's eyes fall on Chaldeans.

This made the young priest resent Benedictas, and Chaldean had great opinions on the kind-hearted archbishop. He instinctively felt that Benedictas was hiding something under that bright appearance. Dark secret, because he is the same!

This is a keen sense of smell between the same kind.

Pastor Chaldean had planned to meet the king alone after the meeting and stated his thoughts, but now, being pushed by Benedictas to the front desk, the young Privy Councilor adjusted his robe, and he walked to the eyes of the big men, Standing beside Shore, he said in a gentle, magnetic voice:

"I am not good at military affairs, so after reading General Danas’ letter, I am thinking about another thing. Your Majesty the Kings, if the Draenei fled to Azeroth, then they are bound to Become one of the forces of existence in this world, and according to our shallow understanding of the draenei, since they also believe in the Holy Light, it means that they should be born with the Alliance by nature."

Chaplain Chaldean's eyes were clear. He glanced at the people in front of him. He turned the ebony rosary in his hand and said:

"For the fugitives, what is most needed is friendly reception and guidance. Since the draenei are likely to join the alliance and become a part of the alliance in the future, why do we not prepare in advance, and those of the Holy Light What about building a good relationship?"

"But we don't understand them, Pastor Chaldean."

Old Field Marshal Windsor frowned and said, "I admit that you have some truth, but we have to be wary of these exotic people!"

"Since I don't understand, it doesn't mean that... should we take the initiative to contact them so that we can understand their details? Didn't the failure of the First Orc Wars be due to our lack of understanding of the orcs?"

The young priest smiled humbly. His suggestion brightened the spy master Shaw. After a while, King Varian consulted everyone and gave a second order.

"Then let Master Shaw arrange to send a batch of supplies to the Watch Tower, and by the way give a batch of daily necessities to the Draenei, and if possible, invite the 25,000-year-old prophet to visit Stormwind City!"

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When the meeting was over, Chaldean Chaldean did not leave the storm stronghold immediately. He took this opportunity to check the body of King Varian, and prayed the Holy Light to the recently unhappy queen. In the farewell of the King's couple, they got on their own simple carriage and left Stormwind City to the North County Monastery.

As a Privy Archbishop, Chaldean Chaldean had his own house in the church area of ​​Stormwind City, but the strength of Archbishop Benedictus made Chaldean not like it, so most of the time, he lived in the distance from the storm In the North County Monastery not far from the city.

In addition to his status as a Priscilla, he was also the monk of the North County Abbey. In the absence of Benedict, he was solely responsible for the operation of this historic and sacred monastery.

"Queen Tiffany is already pregnant. It seems that Storm Kingdom will soon have a prince or princess."

After Chaldeans returned to the monastery, he sat in his office, looking at the books of the Holy Light, while dealing with the monastery’s chores. There were many farms near the North County monastery, and a vineyard that was famous throughout the Union. The vineyards managed by the Oswolf family produce a lot of excellent grapes every year. With the help of the monks of the North County Abbey, they will produce great wines.

It was also the only extravagant enjoyment of Chaldean pastor. Like many old monks, he loved the wines of the Oswolf family very much, and the young girl Millie, who often brought wine, filled her with young people. Unique sunshine temperament, and unlike those pretentious noble ladies, Miss Millie did not conceal her affection for Chaplain.

This makes the young pastor a little embarrassed and at the same time vaguely proud. Ms. Millie is a famous beauty, she will inherit her father's winery and vineyard in the future. In addition to a slightly lower status, it is definitely Alvin The most sought-after rose in the forest.

In addition to some fanatics, the monks of the Holy Light Church actually do not forbid marriage. As long as Chaldeans are willing, he can marry Miss Millie at any time, but the problem is that there is a dark secret hidden in Chaplain’s heart. He fears that such secrets will be discovered, so he can only push the beauty away with a cold attitude.

"Cough"

A slight cough awakened Chaldean Pastor from the process of understanding the Holy Light. He looked up and saw the blood-red figure that appeared quietly in his office. When she appeared, Caleb Pastor Di couldn't help but clenched his fists, but soon, he relaxed.

The Privy Archbishop looked at the stalker suddenly, and whispered:

"I have done what Tyrion asked me to do! And you, Cordana! You shouldn't be here in broad daylight!"

"Mr. Chaldean, you may have made a mistake."

The blood watcher wearing dark red leather armor stood up. She was one of the four transformed watchmen except Nasa. Before Tyrion entered Delano, she and another sister Marais She was assigned a special mission and stayed in Azeroth's Treasure Bay. It was only recently that she contacted the Dark Knight again.

Cordana played with a sharp emerald green dagger in her hand. She said softly:

"As a messenger of death, I will go where I want to go. In this weak human country, few people can find me, but you, Pastor Chaldean, you really think that the master has done a Can a trivial thing be completely free?"

"Don’t forget what happened in Dunhold Castle... Do you need me to remind you how many Union soldiers you sold for your life, and that poor General Blackmore, your devious hypocrite? !"

"boom"

Chaldeans punched the table with a punch, and he shouted angrily:

"That's not for stealing lives! That's for atonement! Blackmore is a murderer, he should be **** it!"

"Whatever you say."

The elf stretched out and showed a graceful figure in front of the priest. She approached the angry priest, stretched out her fingers, and scratched on the young and handsome face of the priest. This movement made Chaldean's body stiff. She Whispered in the ears of Chaldean:

"Master needs you to build a bridge of friendship between the Kingdom of Stormwind and the draenei to help them take root in this world. Rest assured, this is not a bad thing for your loyal king, more importantly, Our host is very generous, and the next time I arrive, I may bring a "gift" from the host to you!"

The **** red eyes of the elf made the priest shudder and felt the despair and pain inside Chaldeans. Cordana gave a husky laugh. She took a step back and her figure slowly disappeared into the air:

"Let's have fun in time, Bishop Privy, make yourself happier... By the way, that Miss Millie, is really a beauty."

"Finally, the host asked me to tell you a word, beware of Benedicts... behind that old man is hidden darkness and fear that you can never imagine."

"Uh"

After the Blood Watcher disappeared, Chaldean Chapard was as if all bones had been removed, leaning on the chair with a forceless posture, his hands covering his eyes, the silent and regretful tears flowing with the shaking of the body On the cheek, he knew that he might not be able to escape the shadowy hand behind him for a lifetime.

This time, it was only a beginning, a trivial beginning, to intervene in the kingdom affairs.

On the other side, in the cursed land at this time, the Union Post around the Crater has been completely submerged by the undead rushing out of the Dark Portal.

Although these undead are only the lowest-level armies of the Dark Blade Knights, full of brainless corpses, and even undead infantry are rare, but their horrific amount still makes the knights of the Alliance feel very tricky.

Three jewel-like spaceships were suspended in the heavy rain of the Cursed Land. The battleship in the forefront continued to emit a scorching light to help the knights of the alliance to resist the continuous flow of undead, and the Grand Vindicator Marrard led the German The Lenny warriors blocked the gap of the undead charge from one direction.

This is the first exchange between the two communities. Because of the lack of language and familiarity with each other, neither side has a rush to join forces. The light of the Holy Light is shining and powerful. The heavy enchantment, in comparison between the two, the Paladins on the human side, no matter the speed of singing the Holy Light, or the volume of the Holy Light in the body, are far inferior to the Paladin of Draenei.

General Darnas commanded the brave Knights of the Rapids, repeatedly drilling through the tide of the undead, in this way tried to suspend the attack of the undead, but with the glare of the Dark Portal, the long-delayed death knight We finally appeared on the battlefield, and the subordinate knights called out the war dead buried under this land, the orc bodies entangled with the energy of death, those humans who were buried in this battlefield, Was awakened one by one.

The death knights who led the undead infantry charge stronger than the walking dead were like an unstoppable **** of death in the dim light. The defense line composed of human infantry was ruthlessly broken, and even the spear was like a forest. The lance array against the cavalry lost its role under the charge of the death knight.

The dead will not fear those sharp spears, not even the dead horses they ride.

The subordinate knight was like a black turbid current, rampaged on the battlefield, so that the originally hopeful resistance was completely crushed, watching the continuous rushing out, killing the unexotic undead, the tired soldiers are inevitable. Being timid, especially when fighting in the cold torrential rain, the undead will not be affected, but humans will not.

Morale plummeted rapidly.

"It's time to retreat! Darnas!"

On the draenei position, the great sergeant waved the warhammer, and in the beating of the light, burned all the undead in front of him, he shouted to Darnas in half-familiar common language:

"Your soldiers can't hold it anymore, you lack combat experience against the undead... it's time to withdraw! Our spaceship will cover you!"

Marard and Danas Torbane had known each other when the Union Advance entered Delano. The two admired each other and were not really good friends, but they were definitely not strangers who were hostile to each other. people.

Under Marrard’s warning, General Danas looked back at the front. As the draenei said, the current weather is extremely unfavorable to the Alliance. He quickly said a few words to the knights around him, a moment later With the backward movement of the handsome flag, with the support of the draenei spacecraft, the Union soldiers began to slowly withdraw from the battlefield.

And at this moment, the eyes of the elf paladin Erics. Pyroblade, who were charging alongside General Darnas, shrank sharply. He looked at the Dark Portal, where a familiar blood The red figure appeared slowly.

"Ah, Azeroth, I... are back!"

Myra Dawnblade spread her arms, the blood-red robe fluttered, the cold and dark magic lingered around his body as a shield, blocking the heavy rain that fell from the sky outside the shield, he waved his hand, in the battlefield The scattered blood was drawn from under the ground. In Myra's evil laugh, the dark red blood formed a strange blood arrow in the air.

His finger waved down, and the screaming blood arrow hit the retreating Alliance legion, instantly piercing the body of a dozen soldiers, and the mixed disease in the blood also made the soldiers form. Scattered.

"Myra!"

A roar sounded on the battlefield. Myra turned her head and saw the elf paladin riding on the warhorse. A pale smile appeared on his pale face:

"Look at who this is, Erics, my best brother, it's so delightful to see you!"

"They said you betrayed your faith, they said you fell into darkness!"

The elf paladin Erics clenched his epee, and he shouted in pain: "I don't believe it! I don't believe this rumor, but you...you really..."

Myra's eyes were cold, he looked at his brother, he said softly:

"You came to me just to say this? You don't even know what I want? Holy light? Meaningless!"

He waved his fingers, and the four high-level knights standing beside him pulled out their weapons. Myra pointed to the elven paladin in front of him, and looked at each other's painful eyes, he said coldly:

"kill him!"

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