"You said, why did Dathrohan suddenly invite us here?"
Old Fording, wearing a formal dress, stood on the rooftop of New Hearth Valley. In front of him was the endless frozen sea. Pale cold ice fog suspended on the sea, blocking the distant scene. It could be clearly seen from this height.
At the dock of New Hearthglen, in the bay covered with ice and snow, there are several battleships docked. They are the maritime forces of the Order. They are not many in number, but they are enough to meet the needs of the death knights in hunting demons and evil creatures.
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Facing Fording's inquiry, the great knight Mograine, who was leaning on the white railing, tasted the wine in his hand and said casually:
"No one knows that that guy was a dull person when he was alive, and became even more silent after he died. But he is not a joker. If he says something important, then it must be very important."
The old knight closed his eyes and poured the cold and fragrant wine into his mouth. After a few seconds, he breathed a sigh of relief:
"But if you want me to give you an answer, then I guess it has to do with some of the actions of the "Justice League Dark" not long ago. I heard that they went to among the stars."
"Among the stars?"
Old Fording narrowed his eyes, put his hands on the railing, and said:
"It's like a dream. Just like overnight, the war on the ground can no longer satisfy everyone. Turalyon called on us to go to the Temple of Light of the Void to guard the border to the stars. Now the Dark Alliance is moving towards
Advancing among the stars, maybe we are really old, stars, that is a field we have never set foot in."
"That's just another battlefield, Fording."
Mograine drank all the wine in his hand and said nonchalantly:
"There is no essential difference between there and here. Warriors from various civilizations, armed with various weapons, howl to kill their opponents or be killed by their opponents, winning glory and trophies. There may be more barbaric than here, but for you and me
For me, it seems like a better place.”
"That's right."
Old Fording smiled and said nothing.
He and Mograine have followed their fathers on the battlefield since they have just reached adulthood. They have spent their lives in war. For them, peace is just preparation for the next war. People like them, no matter how upholding justice,
Or other concepts, they have already been integrated with war.
For ordinary people, war is a terrifying nightmare, but for people like them, war is life itself.
"It seems that Dathrohan is determined to do something big."
Fording, who was leaning on the rooftop railing, waved to the new visitors below, and said to Mograine beside him:
"Uther is here too, as well as the Great Druid of the Blighters, the Great Shaman of the Earth Ring, the Trade Prince of the Goblin Consortium, oh, those are a few congressmen from the Federation. It seems that our old
Brothers, we are about to stir up a storm that will sweep the world."
New Hearthglen, this fortress complex built on the southeastern coast of Dragonblight, is the headquarters of the Order in the world of Azeroth. After several years of construction, this fortress complex originally used for war has gradually evolved into
It is a small city where empire people who come to pioneer the Grizzly Hills occasionally sell some things. Because it is protected by death knights, it is relatively safe, so some pioneers moved their families here.
Although living next to the undead is a bit difficult to accept psychologically, considering the threats from the bears and frost trolls in the Grizzly Hills, life is more important.
Today, several roads leading to the outside world in New Hearthglen are under martial law. Heavily armed death knights patrol the surrounding snow. They release a large number of ravens to block the airspace. They use this three-dimensional
Protection to ensure that the meeting of the great men in the Cathedral of the Death in New Hearthglen would not be interrupted.
As Old Fording, who arrived in advance, said, today's guests are all of high status, and everyone present represents a force. They chatted with each other and conducted some diplomacy in the simple and unsophisticated Cathedral of Death.
Political conversations await the start of the reception.
No one knows the real purpose of the Order's holding this cocktail party, but everyone who comes here has their own thoughts, and a lot of information cannot be hidden from their eyes. Just as Mograine can guess what the Order's
The idea is the same. Everyone sitting here is a truly smart person, and they are all waiting for the chips offered by the Order.
It is not an easy thing to draw them into the Dark Alliance's war unless they can see real benefits.
"bite"
There was a sound of metal hitting the glass, causing everyone in the Cathedral of the Death to stop talking. They raised their heads and saw the rare Order High Lord Saidan Dathrohan who had put on a formal dress and walked up.
At the ceremonial stage, this tall death knight did not hide his appearance. He took off the heavy helmet to hide his appearance. Only then did everyone realize that the knight of Dathrohan was a bald man.
Uh, okay, this is actually nothing. Hair loss is a problem that many people have.
"Everyone."
The Knight of Dathrohan was not an eloquent leader. His blue eyes looked at the visitors below. He leaned slightly towards them, and then without any foreshadowing, he went straight to the point:
"Just two days ago, the Order, the Black Scythe Council and the Illidari, the three-party Dark Alliance, completed the clearance of three demonic strongholds in the stars. The first phase of the Star Wars has been completed, and today
I invite you all to come here to discuss cooperation matters in the second phase of the war. To show our sincerity in cooperating with all forces in Azeroth, I hereby invite you to go to the stars."
As soon as Dathrohan finished speaking, behind him, with the cooperation of the warlocks, another Fel Energy Star Gate prototype was activated, and a vortex-shaped portal with a Fel Energy halo appeared in front of everyone's eyes. This thing
Just like a miniature version of the Dark Portal, the rotating energy vortex is dotted with beating starlight, which looks extremely magnificent and fantastic.
Everyone in the audience was frightened by the death knight's straightforward description.
They guessed the beginning of the story, but not the end. These madmen from the Dark Alliance were so calm and so easily put everything they had obtained through the war under the open and honest reality.
In front of us is a portal leading to the stars. Even if everyone is willing to trust the Order, rashly walking into such a portal is still not in line with the behavior of these big shots.
Everyone is looking at me, and I am looking at you, waiting for the first person to act, or in other words, waiting for a guinea pig.
"I'll do it."
Lord Mograine, who was holding a glass of wine in his hand, stood up from the sofa, drank all the wine in his hand, then reached out to take the Holy Hammer of the Silver Hand from the attendant, and carried it on his luxurious back so roughly.
Behind the dress, he walked forward. Everyone made way for the knight. Mograine stepped onto the stage. He looked at Dathrohan's bald head and said:
"You've been completely bald for more than ten years, huh?"
The Great Knight of Dathrohan curled his lips, as if he didn't want to answer the question, and Mograine turned his head and looked at the portal shining with stars in front of him, and whispered:
"Let me confirm again, there is no hell behind this door, right?"
"This joke is not funny! Alessandro."
Dathrohan turned around, straightened his clothes, and stepped into the portal in full view of everyone. Lord Mograine showed no fear and followed his footsteps and stepped into it. This action
Some of the sentimental ladies in the audience couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, but just ten seconds later, Knight Mograine walked out of the whirlpool again.
The great knight waved his hand, as if to disperse the unpleasant smell from his body. He stood on the stage and said to the big shots below:
"No problem, it's safe over there, with breathable air, intact earth, and trustworthy guards. Well, ladies, it's best to prepare an extra silk scarf, the smell over there is not very good.
"
The Grand Knight Mograine is a loyal Knight of the Holy Light, and his guarantee is trustworthy. After the Grand Knight Mograine, there is another Grand Knight of the Order of the Silver Dawn, Old Fording, and the representative of the Holy Light.
The great knight Uther from the church and some paladins of the Holy Light entered the portal first, followed by the great druid Staghelm of the Blighter, and then the great shaman Nobundo.
The pure politicians waited until everyone was almost gone, then stood up slowly, put on the light armor obtained by the attendants, put on the enchanted masks, and took the life-saving accessories, and then stood up in front of the fully armed warriors.
Under the escort, he walked into the portal.
In order to take care of these dignitaries who rarely go to the battlefield, the warlocks deliberately lowered the frequency of the Star Gate to the minimum, which makes the energy pressure on the lives passing through the portal less. However, even so, there are still a few delicate
After the weak lady passed through the Star Gate, she was rushed into the treatment hall of the Black Scythe Council because of the strong smell of sulfur surging here.
Men don't want to embarrass themselves in front of other people. Even if they are really uncomfortable, they still have to hold on to their cigars and canes and pretend not to care.
However, after stepping out of the portal hall and seeing the scene outside, everyone's eyes became dull at this moment.
In order to take care of the fragile minds of Azeroth's dignitaries, the Dark Alliance's portal was not opened directly in Niskara, which was still at war, or in Xoroth, which was still shrouded in the fog of death.
There is a gap in safety, but even so, standing among the stars for the first time and seeing the lonely and boundless starry sky still makes these beings walking on the earth feel shocked.
In front of their eyes, the gravel belt composed of the stones of the broken world spread all over the field of vision, as well as the completely collapsed world remnants in the center of the gravel belt, one-third of the earth's crust and the core of the world contaminated by evil energy.
The dark green magma flowing in the void, and further away, the dying red sun.
All of this is so shocking.
Some fragile people turned pale with fright. They subconsciously retreated, trying to return to the warm and lovely Azeroth through the portal, but the portal was completely closed.
"Welcome to the stars."
A low voice sounded in front of everyone who was shocked by the stars. They turned their heads and saw the great warlock Kel'Thuzad standing there, and the Dalaran archmage Ronin beside him. Obviously, before the others came to the stars,
Previously, the great warlock had completed a transaction with the mages of Dalaran through his own connections.
The fact that Luo Ning can appear here means that the six-member council is on the side of the warlocks.
"Master Luo Ning? Why are you here?"
The special envoy who came here on behalf of the High Elf Kingdom, Count Lor'themar Theron, looked at the helpless Archmage in surprise. The latter shrugged and whispered:
"Because the Dreadscar Rift will become Dalaran's magical observation point among the stars, as well as a base for some magical experiments that are not suitable for carrying out in Azeroth, the six-person council has voted that we will build a town here, named
It's all up now, it's called Kirin Tor Town."
Speaking of this, Luo Ning glanced at the great warlock beside him, and he said somewhat against his will:
"This place is actually pretty good. You'll know after you stay a little longer."
"Okay, everyone, please allow me to take you to visit the Dreadscar Rift. Friends who are interested in watching the demonic war can follow the Illidari warriors to the Niskara battlefield in a while. Friends who are interested in special civilizations and antiquities
We can choose to go to Xornos."
Kel'Thuzad clapped his hands and focused everyone's attention on him:
"Believe me, everyone, you can find everything you need here. By the way, where are the federal congressmen? Follow my warlocks to receive your starship."
Kel'Thuzad's narrowed eyes flashed with a strange light:
"The starship that Speaker Edwin ordered from us has already docked at the starport in the Dreadscar Rift."
As soon as the Grand Warlock finished speaking, several congressmen from the Federation immediately became excited. Before they came, they had indeed heard about the starship from Speaker Van Cleef. They thought it was just a joke, but they didn't expect it.
There is actually a starship belonging to the Federation here.
Compared with the cheerful smiles of the federal members, the faces of several representatives of the king on the empire side immediately became very gloomy.
They don't know if this is an ulterior deal between the Federation and the Dark Alliance, but there is no doubt that now the Federation has received a starship as a gift from the Warlocks. In the field of star exploration, the great empire has fallen behind again!
This is simply intolerable!
Now it seems that in this game of war among the stars, the empire must enter the game!
