A night elf girl riding a big-horned deer threw a letter into the mailbox in front of the tree house. The child with a wreath on her head shouted to the people in the house, and then grabbed the horns of the big-horned deer.
He urged his partner to take him to the other side. In the backpack on the back of the deer, there were still many letters to send.
This little girl is the postman in the elf town of Mount Hyjal. Every Monday, she has to fetch all the letters in the town from the post office in Mount Hyjal, and then deliver them within 2 days.
Use the remaining 2 days to collect letters written by the residents of the town, and then deliver them to the post office on Friday.
The postal system of Azeroth is a god-like existence system. It has appeared as early as the era of the Troll Empire. The Elf Empire inherited that system, then developed and expanded, and eventually spread to the entire world. The postal system is
A huge force that is independent of the country and civilization. They do not participate in any political activities and just do their own thing.
According to statistics from Dalaran mages, there are nearly 600,000 people serving the postal system throughout Azeroth. Only such a large number of employees can ensure the operation of the entire world's postal system, and it is said to be mysterious.
The blue dragons maintain the operation of the system. They use weird magic systems to deliver different letters to post offices in different regions.
Becoming a postman is a good career choice. The postal system's treatment is not bad. They will equip postmen in different regions with different transportation tools. For example, the trainee postman in Mount Hyjal gave this little girl a lively and brave head.
, and very beautiful big-antlered deer as mounts, and on the federal side, it is said that postmen will ride cool single-person motorcycles to deliver letters.
The most legendary thing is that in the hinterland of Northrend, the mounts of those postmen whose dragons are invisible are baby dragons!
It has to be said that although the vast majority of people in the world of Azeroth have used mail services, few people pay attention to those hard-working postmen. People also know very little about this mysterious system, but it exists.
, is also mysterious.
"Pa"
A few minutes later, the door of this tree house with a night elf architectural style was opened. Nuri Velen, who was rubbing his eyes, took a look outside, then bent down and picked up the letter at his feet. This reclusive man
The Draenei is the most unique resident in the night elf town. He rarely goes out, but the elves living here all know that this Draenei is a warm-hearted person.
He occasionally shares some snacks with the children, and also helps the elves who are gradually accepting outside culture to repair some simple mechanical gadgets, such as pocket watches, ore radios that recently appeared in Mount Hyjal, etc.
But few people know that under Nuri's gentle and kind appearance, there is a vicissitudes and gloomy soul hidden. He is not as young as he appears on the surface, nor is he as happy as he appears on the surface.
In his treehouse, Nuri sat on a chair and opened the letter in his hand. After just taking a first look, the Draenei frowned.
"Mr. Nouri:"
"We are very pleased to see that you have integrated into the life of Azeroth and found your purpose in life. This is definitely what your father wants to see."
"We have also seen your recent cooperation with the Dark Alliance. Everyone thinks that the Dark Alliance's victory in the stars is due to the desperate efforts of the warlocks and demon hunters, as well as their good luck, but we know very clearly
, all of this is inseparable from the key information you provided, and you are the founder of this hard-won victory."
"We know very well what the purpose of your cooperation with the Dark Alliance is, but with all due respect, relying on the weak power of the Dark Alliance, it will take too much time for you to achieve your goals among the stars, and they
It’s also hard to do what you want them to do, so don’t waste any more time.”
"Three days later, on the coast of Azshara, at midnight, towards the brightest star in the sky of the Endless Sea, in that direction, you will see our messenger, and he will bring you a piece of hope and a
mission."
"We know what you want!"
"Hometown, you want to use your hometown to arouse the glory and courage in the hearts of your people, and we will give you this opportunity!"
"But remember! If you choose to accept this hope, then the heavy mission will also rest on your shoulders."
"No need to guess who we are, you will know after you see it."
"Also, let's think about it differently. If you can't find your way home in this strange world, why not let your home come to you?"
"Shua"
After Nuri read the letter, which was not long, and when he read the last word, a strange flame suddenly appeared on the envelope. In the blink of an eye, the envelope burned in the palm of Nuri's hand.
When all was gone, the ashes and the flames were all cold, without bringing a trace of warmth or harming Nuri in the slightest.
A very weird scene.
Moreover, the letter was not signed. Obviously, the person who wrote the letter did not want the letter to be seen by others, and this secretive style of conduct allowed Nouri to guess who sent the letter.
He was a little hesitant whether to go to the appointment or not.
Nuri has been very close to the Illidari Legion since he left the Draenei city of Sha'tar in Northrend. He did not hide his past identity from Illidan, and Illidan was not the kind of executive.
A paladin of absolute justice, after Nuri handed over the phase coordinates of some Burning Legion strongholds to Illidan, he became the "military advisor" of the Illidari Legion.
In recent times, Nuri has been busy in Mount Hyjal, cooperating with the Dark Alliance, trying to open up a new battlefield among the stars.
But the problem is that after carefully observing the strength of the Dark Alliance, Nuri is a little disappointed. Illidan's legion is very strong, but it is still not enough to help Nuri realize his wish, even if the entire Dark Alliance is included.
.
Nuri wants to recapture Argus, the home planet of the Draenei, from the demons. That place is one of the base camps of the Burning Legion. There are countless demons there. Even if the Dark Alliance is willing to risk their lives to help, Nuri will not.
Maybe take them there to die.
And at this moment, this letter appeared in Nuri's hands. The force vowed that they could help the Draenei realize his wish. This seemed like big talk, but Nuri felt that if Ai
If there is another force in Xerath that can do all this, then it must be the group of guys who follow death.
He had seen with his own eyes the power and resources those guys had. If it were them, Nuri could really give it a go.
But the problem is
The behavior of the guys at Dark Blade is really unpredictable. Nuri is worried that once he gets involved, he will become part of another large-scale conspiracy. He hates conspiracies.
After 30 minutes, Nouri thought over and over again and finally decided to go to the appointment.
He inherited his father's legacy. He must find the final puzzle piece for the draenei's missing souls. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, he is unwilling to give up.
This guy is someone who crawled out of a real hell. There is nothing in this world worth fearing.
Nuri walked out of the treehouse carrying a large backpack. Under the sunshine of Mount Hyjal, the Draenei turned and locked the door. He looked at the key in his hand and then placed it on the window.
He looked back at the quiet town under the sun, and he had a hunch in his heart that no matter what the outcome of this adventure, he might never come back here again.
It's a pity, he still likes this quiet place.
Three days later at midnight, on the coast of Azshara, Nuri, wearing a black cloak and holding a traveling stick, looked at the gloomy sky with a speechless expression.
Tonight, the sea surface of Azshara is filled with strong winds. It is obvious that a big storm is about to come here. In such gloomy weather, there are no stars at all, but those undead with twitching brains have to set the password for the joint.
"The brightest star in the night"
What can I do?
Nuri's eyes widened helplessly, trying hard to see the stars hidden above the clouds in the gloomy eye of the storm, but only a prophet like his father, a top astrologer, could
Seeing the hidden starlight in such weather, Nuri is a warrior, he has no such talent and skills at all.
And just when the Draenei was scratching his head anxiously, in the dark water in front of him, a huge and deep shadow, like a giant beast existing in the deepest trench of the deep sea, was quietly coming from the bottom of the sea.
Floating up.
A moment later, with a violent collision, in the black whirlpool filled with rapids, the terrifying dark battleship Sea King Power appeared in front of Nuri's eyes like a suspended iceberg.
The moment bright thunder flashed across the sky, in the briefly illuminated darkness, on the bow of the battleship, a man wearing a black captain's uniform and holding a trident was looking down at him.
"Nuri Velen?"
Sea Demon King Dai Lin looked at the Draenei who was in a defensive posture in front of him. There was no special expression in his eyes as cold as the sea. Seeing Nuri nodded, Dai Lin waved his finger.
The battleship, which looked like a behemoth from the abyss, stretched out its sides made of moist and weird bones, until it reached Nuri's feet.
"Come up! Or, turn around and leave, it's up to you!"
Dai Lin said a word, then turned around with his trident and disappeared on the deck like a phantom.
In the cold, windy and rainy darkness, Nuri looked at the strange ladder in front of him that exuded the coldness of death. He did not hesitate for too long. He grabbed the ladder made of wet bones and felt in the cold feeling.
, he quickly climbed up the nearly 35-meter-high side of the King of Seas, and a ghostly waiter appeared in front of him. The neatly dressed waiter opened the door of the dark cabin for him, and then said "please"
posture.
Nuri walked into it, and the next moment, the King of the Sea once again dived into the sea amidst the turbulence of the sea. And the moment this ghost ship dived into the sea, all the storms and all the things on the entire Azshara sea
The dark clouds and lightning all dissipated at this moment.
It’s not that ghost ships always appear in gloomy storms, but when ghost ships appear, they are always accompanied by storms that destroy everything.
"Hey, you're a little late."
In a certain cabin of this ghost ship, when Nuri opened the door, he unexpectedly saw a real acquaintance.
Death Lord Yrel, who was dressed in casual clothes, was packing a large backpack. She turned around and saw Nuri standing there. The hoof girl smiled at this kinsman who had met once before, and then raised her feet.
’s big backpack and threw it to Nuri.
"Take this!"
Yrel handed a box to a confused Nuri, who took it in his hand and opened it. The next moment, a green fluorescent light illuminated his blue face, and when he saw this thing
In an instant, Nuri frowned:
"What's this?"
"Part of the Sargerite Keystone!"
Yrel explained in simple words:
"You should have heard the legend of this stone in the legion. Our archlich told me that this thing can help you return to Argus as quickly as possible, as long as you know how to use it, so in the next three days
, you must master the use of this stone as quickly as possible, and then return to the world of Argus and hide there."
The hoof sister picked up a letter with magic and a ring from the table next to her, and handed them to the compatriot in front of her:
"And this, this is your mission and your mission signal stone. When the stone is broken, you can open this letter and follow the description in the letter."
"So, what exactly do you want me to do?"
Nuri looked at the green space stone in his hand and asked doubtfully:
"You can't just throw a strange object to me and ask me to go back to Argus. I'm not an undercover agent, and I haven't received any training in this area. Do you even ask me to do riddles?"
"It's not that I didn't tell you! Nuri."
Yrel said seriously:
"But I don't know. This letter was written by the great lord himself. Unless the time comes, no one can open it. I don't have time to explain to you that a war is coming soon. In Aize
Lars, this is a tough battle, and even we have to use all means to win."
The hoof girl raised her fist and beat Nuri on the chest:
"Remember, you are Viren's son! Behave properly!"
"And now, I am going to the battlefield. If everything goes well, we may be able to meet again in Argus soon."
