In Baita City Port, the weather is a little darker today, and the sky seems to be covered with a layer of gauze.
According to the shamans who preach in Baita City Port, there may be a light rain sweeping over this seaside city this afternoon. This is not good news. Rainfall will always interfere with many things, such as the cleanup of urban ruins.
, such as the work on the temporary residential area being built, and another example is mourning.
A week has passed since the end of the Doomsday War. The noisy and fierce war seems to have happened yesterday. The people who are lucky enough to survive may even wake up suddenly in their sleep, or have to put something under their pillow.
If you don't have a gun, you won't be able to sleep peacefully. Of course, there are many familiar faces that have completely disappeared with the end of the war. Those friends who can no longer be seen seem to remind people that the war is real.
The changes it has left on the world, and the price we have to pay to survive it, are so heavy and so hard to accept.
In the cemetery in the early morning, in the damp and cold sea fog that has not yet dissipated, citizens wearing black clothes stood in twos and threes in front of the newly erected tombstones. The shadows in the fog appeared like shadows, and from time to time there were carriages carrying new tombstones.
The coffin drives into the cemetery, and behind the carriage, there is always a group of sad people following.
There are people coming and people leaving, and the sad atmosphere is dissipating in the mist, making the whole land seem to be filled with tears of longing.
Mathias Shore was wearing a black windbreaker and a gentleman's hat, with his left hand in his pocket and his right hand holding a bouquet of white dovetail flowers.
Many of his friends and subordinates died in the Doomsday War. But as the chief officer of MI7, he did not have much time to mourn the dead.
Detailed casualty reports for the entire empire after the war have not yet been compiled, because too many people died. Just like the Federation, which lost one-seventh of its population out of thin air, the empire also suffered heavy losses. In fact, all the people in the entire world
Civilization seems to have been severely stabbed. There is almost no intact city in this world. The impact of the Doomsday War on Azeroth will take a long time to heal.
Fortunately, the world has survived.
The dead have passed away, but the grieving living will continue to move on.
Shore stood in the hazy mist. He placed the dovetail flower in his hand on the newly erected tombstone in front of him. In front of him, lay a high-level assassin from MI7. All his relatives died there.
In the original battle of Northern Xinjiang, he was alone, but he could not escape the call of death.
Even after his death, only Xiaoer and a few people came to say goodbye.
There are too many such victims, so many that it is heartbreaking.
"Ben, go with peace of mind."
Shore put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker. He stood in front of the tombstone and whispered:
"We survived, the whole world survived. I found a child who lost his family and inherited your family name. I will personally train him, just like I raised you."
"Sorry, Ben, I'm not a good teacher, otherwise you would have survived."
A gust of cold wind blew by, blowing up the corners of Xiao's windbreaker. He stared at the tombstone in front of him and shook his head:
"That's it, I'll come see you again."
After saying that, Shaw placed an ancient coin on the tombstone, then turned and left. The wind blew his body, and Shaw couldn't help but wrap his windbreaker tighter. In this slightly cold morning,
The master assassin seemed to feel a bone-chilling cold.
And the moment Shaw left the cemetery, a childish voice sounded behind him.
"Mr. Shore! Mr. Shore?"
"Um?"
Xiao turned his head and saw a newsboy in black waving at him. The boy was carrying a large bag of newspapers on his back and seemed to be working. When Xiao turned around, the newsboy hurriedly came towards him.
Xiao Er ran over, panting and handing Xiao Er a letter and a small black bag. The child with a blush on his cheeks explained:
"Just now, a gentleman asked me to give these two things to you."
After finishing speaking, as if he was afraid that Xiaoer would not believe it, the newsboy said again:
"It's true! He described your clothes to me and asked me to wait for you at the gate of the cemetery. Oh, by the way, the clothes the man wore were exactly the same as yours, and his face seemed to be exactly the same as yours."
Shore's eyes narrowed, he reached out to take the letter and the heavy small bag, then took out a few coins and said to the newsboy:
"Okay, little gentleman, you did a good job, this is the reward I give you, take it."
He put the coin into the newsboy's hand, then turned and walked into a back alley, where a black engineering car was waiting for him.
Shore got into the back seat of the car and gestured to the driver. With the low hum of the engine, this car, which was relatively rare in the empire, drove into the newly cleaned Seventh Avenue.
Amidst the slight turbulence, Shore opened the letter. The font on it was very familiar to him because it was his font.
This is a letter written by another person to himself.
"Madias:"
"By the time you read this letter, I will have left this world."
"I'm sorry that I couldn't be with my grandmother when she passed away, but I know that you have completed the farewell ceremony for me. Although, you are just a fake."
"You and I have been entangled for almost 15 years. Sometimes I chase you, and sometimes you ambush me. The reason and purpose of our fight are so ridiculous. After I came back from death, I hated
You, because you took away my name and my identity, I wanted very much to kill you, to replace you, and to get back my things. But in the end, I found that it was not necessary.
"
"The trajectory of your soul and mine in the first half of our lives are almost exactly the same. On the battlefield of the Burning Plains, our destinies were intertwined. I once thought it was a tragedy, but it was not. It made me experience another kind of life. I am not
I hate this kind of life, especially when I discover that I am pursuing a nobler and more valuable path, so I no longer hate you."
"Live well, find a woman who understands you, have a few children, and pass on the blood of the Shore family."
"I gave you back the loot you deserved, but you have to understand that there are two Devourer's Fangs. I put mine in a very far away place, if you want it to be complete in the end."
"Then, come and look for it among the stars, or let your son look for it. Think of it as a family inheritance mission, and think of it as my last joke."
"Remember? This was our favorite treasure hunt game when we were kids."
"Anyway, goodbye, Mathias. This name and identity will belong to you forever. Don't let it go."
"Black Shore."
The letter was not long. It only took Shaw a few minutes to read it. The leader of MI7 did not have much expression on his face. He turned to look at the small bag beside him. He stretched out his hand and picked up the bag.
Open.
A dagger made of the teeth of some terrifying beast, shining with cold light, was lying in it, emitting a reddish light.
This is a legendary weapon, but it's incomplete.
Xiao Er picked up the dagger. Between the movements of his five fingers, the dagger danced on his fingertips like a butterfly piercing a flower, and finally disappeared into Xiao Er's hand. He leaned on the leather car seat and relaxed.
In a tone of voice, he muttered:
"Among the stars?"
"It's really a long distance, Hei Xiaoer, you really know how to play."
Feralas Wilderness, the ancient city of Eretharas.
Archmage Luo Ning was waiting anxiously outside the room in Windrunner Manor. This imposing archmage was no longer as wise as usual. He looked at the closed door from time to time, listening to the painful voice of the woman inside.
Moaning, Luo Ning couldn't help clenching his fists.
"Can you sit down?"
On the other side, sitting on a chair, ranger general Sylvanas Windrunner, wearing ranger chain armor, scolded in a low tone:
"Sit there! Don't swing around! You'll make me dizzy!"
"That's my wife lying there!"
Luo Ning retorted:
"And my son who is about to be born! How do you want me to calm down?"
"Shut up! That's my sister!"
Sylvanas and Rilas beside her shouted at the same time. The two siblings stared at Ronin with sharp eyes like knives. The latter took a step back slightly. Nathanos stood aside.
Maris looked at the tense situation in front of him, and he couldn't help but persuade:
"You all calm down and don't be nervous. It's not just you who are looking at Vereesa and her child. With the protection of the Lord of the Death Realm, they will definitely be safe."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the manor hall was pushed open, and the city defense general Lor'themar Theron and his new wife, the high knight Count Liadrin, hurried in. Liadrin, who was still wearing armor, walked in.
Arriving next to Sylvanas, the believer of the Holy Light asked in a low voice:
"Is the situation okay? We rushed back after receiving the news. Has the child been born?"
"not yet."
Sylvanas looked at the closed door in front of her worriedly and said:
"It's been over an hour and I'm worried."
"The Holy Light will protect Vereesa."
Liadrin comforted her. She sat next to her good friend and held Sylvanas's hand, while Lor'themar stood with Ronin. The silent ranger patted Ronin on the shoulder and tried to
Let the Archmage calm down.
"Wow"
A few minutes later, two children's cries sounded in the room. Ronin, Rilas and Sylvanas stood up at the same time. A few minutes later, the door opened, and the silver priest Ms. Partrice was holding two children.
The swaddled baby came out and said to the three people in front of her:
"They are two boys and mother and son are safe."
"Very good!"
Sylvanas stretched out her hand and gently took one child, while Lilas Windrunner, the younger brother of the Windrunner family, took another child.
The eyes of these two babies have not yet opened, but it can already be seen that they have the characteristics of a mixture of humans and elves, and probably because their parents have dragon blood, these two children are very healthy.
Luo Ning looked at his child. He turned his head and walked quickly into the room. He looked at his weak wife on the bed. He knelt down gently beside the bed, took his wife's hand, and kissed the back of her hand gently.
,he said:
"My little moon, thank you for your hard work."
Vereesa also looked at her husband. Her face was covered with sweat, and her eyes looked tired and weak. She held Luoning's hand and said:
"I saw my sister and brother-in-law just now. They were by my side supporting me and encouraging me. They are looking forward to the birth of the child just like us. I will call them Terry and Ole."
"Yeah, okay."
Luo Ning smiled gently, stretched out his hand to wipe his wife's sweat, and said:
"Just do as you say."
"There's more good news, Vereesa."
Liadrin walked to Vereesa, and pure holy light bloomed in her hands to relieve Vereesa's fatigue. She said to her good friend:
"The envoy sent by the Sun King has returned. He has brought back the exact news. The ecological disaster in Quel'Thalas has completely stopped. The ecology of that land has been restored. Maybe in a few years, we can return to our hometown.
, and your two children can also grow up on the land of the Windrunner family, just like we did when we were children."
"The sunwell?"
Luo Ning frowned and asked:
"Hasn't the Sunwell been destroyed?"
"The Sun King has his own plans."
Lor'themar Theron walked to his wife, with his hands behind his back, he said to Ronin:
"It is said that His Majesty has recently been in contact with those children of the night, and he has found a way to completely cure his addiction to magic. The Sunwell, which was destroyed but still has hope of recovery, will be a very important part."
"Eretharas will not be abandoned."
The Ranger Lord looked out the window. On the street in the distance, the elven magicians were manipulating huge golems and cleaning up the ruins left by the Doomsday War. Lor'themar said:
"Dalaran has been destroyed in the Doomsday War. This city will become Dalaran's new base. It will also be transformed into a very large research base. We and the Empire will cooperate here to explore the combination of engineering and magic.
Just like the Black Iron Zone of the Federation. We will also explore ways to step into the stars. The Federation has already taken the lead, and we cannot be left behind by the new era."
These words made Luo Ning feel something. He also looked at the end of the city. There, the foundation of a mage tower had been laid. Maybe it won't be long before the city will have a huge magic area. That is
Symbolizes the future.
The darkest past has ended, and a new era has arrived.
No one can predict the changes in the future, but it will certainly not be worse than the past
Maybe it's time to let go of the past, open your arms, and welcome the new era.
