Chapter 293

Time goes by. Inadvertently, history has turned a new page. The gate of darkness has been magnificent for 23 years. Whether it is the battle of quicksand or the battlefield of the dead in Northern Xinjiang, it has achieved satisfactory results in this year.

From the perspective of the general public, the order of the world seems to be returning, and everything seems to be getting better. Just as the story says, justice will eventually prevail over evil, and peaceful days will come.

After all, there has never been a good war, there has never been a bad peace.

The seaside city of selamo has been very busy recently. On the one hand, it is the upcoming migration to return to their hometown. After Princess carliya announced that she would rebuild Lordaeron, many civilians who miss their hometown are ready to return to their hometown, especially the lower class civilians. In the notice posted by the soldiers, they also found the news that made them ecstatic.

The eldest princess will re divide the land in Northern Xinjiang. She has made a promise as the royal family of meneshir. The civilians who are willing to return to northern Xinjiang with her will get a piece of land that is sufficient for farming unconditionally. The eldest princess will also build a national farm to support the hard first year after returning home.

In the first three years, the tax is so low that people can hardly believe it. In the fifth year, the tax will return to the original level of the kingdom of Lordaeron. This is a rare administration.

And the careful guy also found another law. It is said that those farmers and craftsmen who are willing to risk following Lord Mograine, the great knight, to Northrend to reclaim wasteland will not receive any tax from them. All the land reclaimed in that distant continent belongs to the farmers themselves.

Even the state will help them arrange everything they need for migration, give them free seeds, and the druids will help manage the land.

But to tell you the truth, this enchanting law, except for those who really have nothing, and those who are naturally restless, few people will be moved. Thanks to the war of the dead, almost all the civilians in selamo know that Northrend is the headquarters of the dead. Maybe for the knights, it is not an invincible opponent, But for farmers, that's too hard.

But there are always some people who naturally like to make this kind of gambling choice, so half a month after the law was posted, more than 300 people have signed up to join the northern frontier pioneers in selamo, arahi heights and Nanhai town. Conservatively, it is estimated that when the knight Mograine sets out with the bloody Crusades, this number may exceed 1000.

This is enough to satisfy the self-sufficiency of the Knights. In addition, the stonemasons brotherhood rebuilt by Mr. Alex, the great architect of storm City, has accepted the employment of silver hand and will send experienced stonemasons to Northrend to build forts and encampments for the vanguard.

Everything was going on in an orderly way, including things that had been planned for a long time, but were delayed by the sudden war.

Just today, on the morning of March 27, 24, at the gate of darkness, a special promotion ceremony is about to take place in the courtyard of the selamo palace.

Compared with other knight apprentice promotion ceremonies, the standard of this one has undoubtedly been improved too much. Whether it is the luxurious and serious venues around, or the amazing number of attendants and their coming and going, wearing ceremony armor and representatives from different forces, it is doomed that this promotion ceremony will not be too common.

It belongs to the promotion ceremony of the crown prince of storm Kingdom, Anduin Urien, the future king of destiny. Just this identity determines the gold content of the ceremony. In fact, the list of people present today is enough to show anyone's eyes.

At present, the leaders of the three paladins of the civilized world, the silver hand, the blood Crusade and the silver dawn, will be present. There will also be representatives from the royal family of storm city and the Cathedral of light, the Brigadier General of kurtiras, the rebuilt mage City Dalaran, as well as the cardore elves, the Quel'Thalas elves, and even the orcs, Tauren and trolls, It is said that the goblin consortia will also send people to participate.

Of course, the latter organizations did not send people to look at little Anduin's face. In fact, this grand and intoxicating scene was more because of another identity of Anduin: Knight of dawn, count of the north, the only disciple of the legendary man.

That is to say, little Antoine is actually in the light of Dick.

Today's protagonist, Prince Anduin, is standing in the palace of selamo. He is wearing a silver suit of armor that fits well. He has no weapon in his waist. At the promotion ceremony of knights, he will get a new weapon to prove the beginning of his knighthood.

Princess Carly, standing at the side of angel, carefully arranged the corners of the armor for him. Recently, the good news from the northern Xinjiang came from one to another. The princess was in a very good mood. Although the news of the Lich King would wake up after a year, it was somewhat unacceptable to the princess. But considering her complicated relationship with Alsace, maybe the princess in recent years was more steady. I never thought of my brother as an enemy.

"Little Antoine has grown up. I remember when you first came to selamo, it was only this high."

Princess Kariya stepped back two steps, looked at Anduin's image, nodded with satisfaction, then jokingly drew a height, and stretched out her hand to smooth the little prince's golden hair. This action made Anduin a little shy, but Princess Kariya was always very kind to him. He also regarded the eldest princess as his elder, and had a little bit of sustenance about his mother.

In a word, Anduin has just celebrated his 11th birthday this year. He should still be a child, but maybe he comes from the excellent lineage of the Urien royal family. In a word, his physical development has been very good in the past two years. Now he looks no different from a 15-year-old or 6-year-old.

After putting on the well prepared armor, he naturally has some prestige, but after all, he is only a child. Facing today's big scene, he still has some lack of confidence. Carliya saw Anduin's hesitation. She took the child's hand, went to the window and looked at the lively scene outside the palace. The eldest princess took a deep breath and said with a smile,

"In fact, when I was rescued from Lordaeron by Gianna and Mr. ronin, I was a princess who really didn't know the world. I can't imagine that I would stand here now and shoulder the mission of reviving Lordaeron. Little Antoine, do you know what my mood was when Sir maunes and Dick asked me to be Lord of selamo?"

Looking at the long princess's hopeful eyes, Anduin hesitated and guessed,

"I guess you would like to see the revival of Lordaeron at that time?"

"No, silly boy."

Carliya patted Anduin's head, closed her eyes, and said in a low voice, "at that time, I was very scared. I even woke up in the middle of the night by the pressure. When you didn't go that far, you really couldn't imagine the feeling of thousands of people and a country pressing on your shoulder. At that time, I understood my father's sigh, And I understand why my brother... He did that crazy thing. "

"My child, our lineage is not the reason why we were born to be king. It's a shackle and a spur, so you can't stop the pace of progress. If you want to wear a crown, you must bear the weight of the country. That's the expectation of millions of people, and you can't let them down. Therefore, no matter how bitter and wronged you are, you have to bravely raise the torch and lead thousands of people to stride forward."

The long Princess reached out her hand and gently stroked Anduin's hair,

"I've read some secret documents submitted by Knight Dick. The situation in storm kingdom is very complicated now. Before Varian's situation gets better, you will have a lot of pressure. But you have done very well before. Dick said that he believes you will become the best knight and king, and I believe that now."

"Take part in the first event of your life bravely. Your name, child, don't forget the meaning of your name. You will become a hero like Marshal Lothar. We have never doubted that."

Well, the little prince said, he seems to be more confident than before. However, now no one knows what the ceremony will look like.

Thousands of miles away from selamo, it is a mysterious place wrapped by blue ocean, hidden out of the sight of civilization. In the chaos of the sky, in the gap between the thunder and clouds, on a huge floating city wrapped by golden light, the bloody ribbon flutters, beating the wings. Wagri, who patrols this sacred place, is fully armed, Countless soldiers and spirits are singing.

Varagal, the fortress of the sky, is the place where the eternal existence lives outside the world. It is the place where the kingdom of God in mortal legend is located.

In the deepest throne of varagal, a majestic giant sits on the throne. He is wearing the golden and red armor, and on his head is wearing a gorgeous pointed helmet. Countless magic patterns shine on the armor. In his hand is a silver spear, and the top is shining with the power of never dormant lightning.

His beard is like hot lava. Every time he shakes, it will bring hot air. The most eye-catching thing is his face, which is full of dignity. On his right eye, there is an eye mask decorated with blue gems. On his other half awake eye, there is everything, which seems to contain the reflection of the whole world.

In front of this majestic giant, a tall and strong figure half kneels there. He is not a spirit, but stands in the place where only a spirit can set foot, which is enough to prove his particularity.

In particular, the two ferocious axes hanging around the waist, the blood color light lingers on them. The whole ax is a shrinking Dragon Skull. At the top of the axe blade, there are two protruding dragon horns. The sharp axe blade is wrapped with a touch of invisible blood color. But the shape and power of the axe decide that the non brave can't use it.

"Gavindt skovald, the successor of tyre, has appeared. I can see the end of the chaos of audur from the reflection of the world. The world order will return to its original position once again. The hall of souls also needs more warriors to face the possible crisis. Hella's strength is weakening, but walagal still can't break the rule, so I chose you, One of the strongest warriors of the viku people, you will shoulder the mission of varagal and me to walk in this world and lead the souls of the brave into the hall of the spirit. "

The majestic giant stopped. He reached out his hand and gently touched the sky. A bright one handed sword appeared in front of the figure,

"Take it, look for people who can inherit the truth and guard the will, and test them in your way! If the situation permits, you can set up an army to attack Haila. Tens of thousands of years is too long. "

The tall viku took the sword in front of him with respectful hands, wrapped it carefully with his sword cloth, and finally carried it behind him. He patted his chest with his left hand and made a drum like sound.

"The great Odin! I will live up to your expectations! I will spread the name of valagal's bravery all over the world again. "

"Good, then go! Take your bravery to overthrow the whole world, ha ha ha! I give you the name of courage, go! Let the world tremble! My warrior

At the same time, in Kalimdor, on the road from the barren thousand needle stone forest to Filas, ragosh, the new champion of bloody mallet, the ace gladiator who is famous for the broken Delano, suddenly stops. He looks up to selamo's direction.

"What's the matter? Ragosh, is there anything you're familiar with? "

Beside him, a tall and wild High Elf asked curiously. She sat on the kodo beast, with a dark green twisted dagger in her hands. On the other side of the ace Gladiator, a silent night elf was reading a book, which could be seen from his playing. It was a druid.

I don't know how the Druid fell into the Gladiator's team.

"It's nothing, Valera. I just... I just think there's something unusual about that place, probably related to my lost memory."

Ragosh smiles at the high elves. The two scars on his face, which run through his cheek, are more and more ferocious, but they don't destroy his original face. In a strange way, they add a different kind of wild charm to the black haired fighter.

The high elf assassin jumps lightly from the kodo beast to ragosh's horse and puts her tall body into ragosh's arms. Her beautiful face is buried in the Gladiator's chest and whispers,

"Didn't regor agree? As long as we can win the hammer of doom contest, we will be free. Then bearskin and I will accompany you to find your memory. Don't worry, honey, everything will be OK. "

Ragosh was not used to this intimacy, but finally he put his hand around Valera's shoulder. He gave a cold snort, and his rebellious and wild momentum gushed out,

"It's just the champion of the hammer of doom... Have we won less in the past three years? From the moment we step into Azeroth, the champion is in our bag, bearskin, right

Ragosh looked at the quiet Druid, who leaned over his head and pulled out a smile on his peaceful face, which immediately made the face ferocious.

"Of course, you are absolutely right, my brother."