Chapter 97

Dalaran was destroyed, but Dick knew that the first lady would not care about this. If she could, she just wanted the tutor to live, but

The silence of the mages at the meeting was like a stone, but the cold breath from them was enough to make other people look sideways. These mages were about to be driven crazy by one attack after another.

Field marshal van Dahl sits in the second row. In front of him is a dwarf with a delicate crown and red armor. He has a pair of yellow eyes and a beautiful braided beard. This is magni Bronzebeard, the king of the Bronzebeard Kingdom and the nominal loyalist of all dwarves.

Sitting on his right hand side is Dick's old acquaintance, who is also an old acquaintance of the mage ronin, Lord forstad.

On the left side of the dwarf camp is the special envoy from the southern storm Kingdom, who is also familiar to Dick. He is a relative of the assassinated King Ryan. When the small king Anduin Urien has not yet grown up, and the current king Varian Urien's skill in dealing with the country is not good enough, the grand duke boval fortagan, a powerful paladin, serves as regent, A skilled politician.

Of course, Dick also knows his other identity. Seven years later, he will sacrifice himself to become the third Lich King. He will control the undead in Northrend, and the natural disaster of the undead that once spread to the whole world will come to an end.

But in today's situation, Dick felt that this brave Paladin would not encounter such a tragic ending.

Next to the Duke of fortagen, the 5-year-old Prince of the storm Kingdom, Anduin Urien, is sitting. This little guy is a child who doesn't know what to worry about. But if everything goes well, his father will disappear in a conspiracy in four years. When he comes back again, his father will become the protagonist of history, known as the fearless king of "ghost wolf".

Storm Kingdom camp to the left, sitting in the aristocratic dress of the middle-aged man, the actual ruler of curtilas, like to be known as the "admiral" of daileen Proudmoore, that is, the father of the first lady, if there is no accident, he will become Dick's father-in-law.

At this time, the ruler of kurtilas was looking at Dick standing on the rostrum. It could be seen that the king, who was a soldier, did not have a good sense of Dick.

Next to general darling, on the last seat in the first row, there is a lady with a golden shawl and a crown. She is dressed in white and looks like a melancholy flower. But the royal education she received since childhood makes her weak and tough. This is the government of Lordaeron in exile, Now the new queen of selamo, Carlia minehill.

At one time, the world only knew that she was Alsace's sister, but in the changed history, she has begun to glow with the light that she really belongs to the successor of King Terenas and to the descendants of meneshir.

Dick, wearing a blue dress, stood on the stage. He scanned the audience from left to right. It's no exaggeration to say that if Archimonde shoots a few "death fingers" right now, it's enough to make half the world chaotic.

But Dick, who has seen too many things, is no longer trembling. He is like a real paladin of Azeroth, standing on this platform. The traces left by the other world have been worn away in the battle again and again, just like the fire of the furnace, making him a better and more outstanding person.

He looked at the leaders sitting full, saw the supportive eyes of silvanas and winresa, saw ronin's determination to revenge, saw alexandro's mixed attitude of appreciation and indifference, saw kelsas's gentle smile, saw Marshal vandal's quietly raised fist, saw little Antoine's curiosity, and saw the young lady's dependence, I saw general Darlene's inspection and Carlia's gratitude.

But there are also a lot of people, he can't see them, Uther, Alsace, Kel'Thuzad, anastarian, Darkan, gene graemen, antonidas, these people bring him, it's about sacrifice, about salvation, about betrayal, about the memory of death, it's cold, it's painful.

More than a year in the past time in his mind back and forth, all these changes, all the circulation, let Dick into the tangle of memory.

When warmth and death spread out, he gradually understood that all this destroyed him, but all this also made him.

When he embarks on the road of Titan to change the world, he is no longer the ordinary guy in the past. He is Dick, and he will become Dick, the one who will be remembered and eventually forgotten under the starry sky.

Not like, not hate, but exist.

Dick took a deep breath. He opened his hands,

"Ladies and gentlemen, the never seen dark power has spread to this world. Every minute, every second, we are suffering on the blade of destruction. Whether you face it or ignore it, it is there, leaving us little time to hesitate."

"So let's get out of the red tape and get to the point..."

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At the same time when the east continent conference was held, the Kalimdor continent, the holy mountain of Hyjal, the foot of the world tree nodasher, the inheritance country of the ancient elf Empire, and the night elves who nominally ruled the whole Kalimdor also held a crucial conference.

Compared with Dick and the leaders of the human kingdom, these night elves, who have purple skin, long ears, enjoy the blessing of eternal life, believe in Elune, are vigorous, and are known as the "sons of the forest".

"Gray Valley has been occupied by one third, and Isala has completely fallen into the hands of those demons. It's hard to believe that after 10000 years, they are back!"

With bandages on his arms, the male elves in exquisite leather armour sat on the wooden chair, and said to the worshipful worship of the moon,

"Sentinels can't stop those vicious demons at all. They open the portal in Ashenvale and Isala, and an endless stream of demons emerge from them. I even see the ugly figure 10000 years ago, the abyss Lord known as the" destroyer ", who knows us... They come with hatred, offering sacrifices to the Lord, their target, It's the world tree

This is obviously a secret conversation. In the delicate tree house, there are only four people sitting. Besides the wounded elf, the most striking one is the Female Elf sitting in the center. Compared with other night elves, her skin is fairer, she is wearing a white sacrificial robe and has a crescent moon like emblem on her forehead.

That face brings together the essence of all things, the beauty that is unimaginable. It is a temperament between glamour and honourable, which is enough to attract everyone's holy breath.

The priestess of the moon, Tyrande Whisperer, ten thousand years ago, led the night elves to overthrow the rule of the upper elves, and beat the invading demons back to the void. She is also one of the leaders of the cardore elves today.

She frowned, listened to the report from the commander of the sentinel gray Valley, thought for a few minutes, and said,

"Of course, they covet the world tree. The well of eternity has been destroyed. This tree carries the core power of the world. After all, we are not the spirit Empire ten thousand years ago. Our power is not enough to deal with the demons again. Well, Barnes, you ask the sentinels to retreat to the middle of the gray Valley, and I will wake up the Druids ten thousand years ago, The demigods who are fighting with us, we need their strength. "

The sentinel commander named Barnes Huijin nodded. The sentinel force was originally a standing army formed by Tyrande to prevent evil forces after the independence of the night elves. It was not an elite force. He was also a very wise elves and a veteran of 10000 years ago. He naturally knew what to do.

But when the priestess was about to leave, Barnes suddenly thought of another thing and said in a hurry,

"Lord sacrifice, please wait a moment!"

Tyrande looked back at Barnes,

"Is there anything else? Commander. "

"Well, besides us, when my scouts were patrolling, they found that the orcs who called themselves" Warsong clan "were also fighting against the demons on another front. They were more crazy than us. They seemed to have stubborn hatred with the demons. I thought, if we could, could we also unite with the Orcs... After all, the barbarians, Better to stand in front of the war than our people. "

Barnes offered his opinion, but Tyrande frowned and thought for a while, then asked,

"But I remember that the orcs, it seems, are not friendly races. It is said that they have been cutting down trees in ash Valley?"

"Yes, it's really intolerable!"

Barnes seems to remember some bad memories, gritted his teeth, but finally said in a calm mood, "but now, resisting the devil is our first priority. I heard that in addition to this fierce Warsong clan, there is another Orc building a city in the barren durotal. According to the return of the scouts, They are much more friendly than the orcs of the Warsong clan. "

Tyrande nodded and said in her unique light and husky voice,

"Well, we might as well send messengers to contact them. If they are willing to give their strength to fight against the demons, we don't mind giving them Durotar to live in."

Barnes got up, saluted the priestess, and said in a loud voice,

"Well, I will send messengers in the near future. I heard that the people in the dust and mud swamp bordering duranthal are also active. I will inspect them at the same time. If necessary, I will try my best to bring them into our camp."

Dick didn't know that Kalimdor was far away. The night elves, who had lived in seclusion for thousands of years, had planned to include selamo in the investigation of allies. In the noisy meeting place, Dick sat in the last row, holding the arm of the sad young lady, and the two of them cuddled together for warmth.

It seems that all the quarrels have nothing to do with him. From time to time, he looks to the East. On the other side of the endless sea, on the mysterious and vast land, it is another battlefield.

That would be the beginning of another part of his war.