In a room in the Order of the Silver Dawn, Stratholme District, Andorhal City.
Archbishop Turalyon of the Holy Light Legion was sitting at his desk, looking through the outline plan for the reconstruction of Andorhal. From time to time, he wrote his opinions on the thick plan. Although it was dusk, there was still gold outside the window.
The setting sun shines in this room, but the crystal lamp on the desk has been turned on.
During the Doomsday War, Turalyon killed three high-level demon lords alone, but he also suffered the curse spell from the soul-bringing demon lord. He was nearly blind. After the war until now, he passed the Holy Spirit every day.
Cleansing with light energy to remove the cursed magic. To this day, he can already see things, but his eyesight has still not fully recovered.
Coupled with Turalyon's white-haired head and the old-fashioned and simple priest's robe, this looks like a great knight close to the form of an elderly person. But Turalyon is only about 40 years old this year, which is not considered old.
.
Just when the Grand Knight finished reading the last page of the city reconstruction plan and stamped his private seal on the plan, a weak wind suddenly blew into the room, and the shadows in the corners of the wall also became fainter.
It sways like it's been given a dark life.
Turalyon did not raise his head. He did not seem to feel anything unusual in the room at all. He put the plan aside and picked up another document, looking at it under the light without raising his head.
said:
"You're here..."
Following the inquiry from the great knight, the dark shadow in the corner of the room twisted strangely, like a figure covered with a layer of black gauze. Among the shadows, the guy's face could not be clearly seen.
The shadowy visitor stretched his arms easily and responded in a hoarse voice:
"Yes, I'm coming."
"You shouldn't have come."
Turalyon picked up his signature pen and said:
"At least it shouldn't be at this time. Aren't you accustomed to moving at night?"
"See what you said."
The existence of the gathering of shadows is very familiar. Haha:
"We are terrifying demons. We can come whenever we want! We can go wherever we want!"
"This is the land of the Order of the Silver Dawn!"
The great knight signed his name on the document in his hand. He paused for a moment and said:
"As long as I give the order, hundreds of paladins will round up you. In the current situation in Azeroth, if you dare to expose your whereabouts, you will be dead. No one is afraid of demons now.
, you lost..."
"The loser is the Burning Legion!"
The shadow stood up straight, took a step forward, exposed himself to the golden sunset, and revealed Cassanatil's pale and twisted face. There was a strange smile on his face, and on his finger,
There was also a ring made from the skull of the Terror Lord. In the other hand, he was leaning on a cane made of bones. He said:
"Not us!"
"The Demonic Star Sea Empire did not lose. In fact, we are also on the side of the winner."
Cassanatir pulled the chair in front of Turalyon, and he sat on it carelessly. He put the bone cane aside, propped his cheek with his left hand, and casually picked up the emblem of the holy light that was on Turalyon's table with his right hand.
, playing with it in its ferocious claws.
Under the light of the spar table lamp, Turalyon raised his head and looked at Cassanatil in front of him. The great knight looked into the demon's eyes. In the reflection of those eyes, he seemed to see another version of himself.
"Are you here to get your stuff?"
Turalyon asked:
"Your identity, your status, your reputation, and your name?"
Faced with this question, Cassanatil shrugged, and the Dread Lord asked maliciously:
"If I really want to get those things back, what will you do? Will you bow your head and die?"
"Your contribution to the world of Azeroth is indelible."
High Knight Turalyon said bluntly:
"Compared to the great things you have done, the unimaginable endurance of humiliation, the insincerity with the devils, and the many times you have gone into deep danger to reverse the situation... What I have done is not worth mentioning. I was even almost brought in by Zera. I went down the wrong path. Therefore, if you need to take it back, I will return it to you calmly."
"Oh, hypocrisy!"
The Dread Lord snorted disdainfully, waved his hand without emotion, and said:
"Keep those things for yourself, I don't need them."
The First Lord of Nasrezim stood up. He walked to the window and looked at the city being rebuilt below. He opened his hands and stretched greatly. He just leaned against the window with his arms folded. , said to Turalyon behind him:
"I am now the first consul of the Demonic Star Sea Empire, which is equivalent to your emperor. I hold a high position and control the territory of an entire galaxy. As long as I give an order, the violent demons will conquer more for me. The world, more civilizations...Why should I return to this boring world and become an old, old-fashioned ascetic paladin again?"
A cunning smile flashed across Cassanatil's face. He reached out and grabbed the suspended devil's cane. He said:
"You may be pitying me, but Turalyon, believe me, my life is much more comfortable than yours... My happiness is beyond your imagination."
"Then what are you here for?"
Great Knight Turalyon looked at the demon in front of him. He knew that in this demon's soul, there was also a part called Turalyon. This was another him. Just like the relationship between Shore and Blackshore, but the two The relationship between Turalyon is obviously more complicated.
"Did you cross the distance across the sea of stars to come here specifically to humiliate me?"
"Humiliation? No, no, no."
Cassanatil flicked his paws and said:
"I just came to see how the other 'me' is doing... By the way, there are some 'trivial' things that I need your help with."
The Archbishop of the Holy Light Legion looked at Cassanatil. He couldn't see any emotion on the face of this fear demon. But he instinctively felt that the thing this guy came here to ask for help would definitely not be too simple. .
At least it won't be as simple as he said.
"Tell me what's going on."
Turalyon put down the document in his hand, looked at the demon, and the demon said:
"About the establishment of diplomatic relations between the Star Sea Empire and the civilization of Azeroth. Azeroth defeated the Burning Legion, ended the Burning Crusade, and became the savior of the stars. Now even our side has begun to spread the praises of the world of Azeroth. It’s a legendary story. But some people seem to have deliberately ignored that the Star Sea Empire also played a role in the defeat of the Burning Legion.”
"We are allies, and we should stand together. What's more, the two worlds are so far apart, there is no threat at all. But there are some old-fashioned people in this world who are trying their best to oppose the Star Sea Empire's expansion in Azeroth.
They even want to send troops to kill my subordinates."
Cassanatir licked his lips with a bright red tongue. He looked at Turalyon in front of him and said:
"That's right, I'm talking about the isolated island of Azsuna. Ms. Vothrax has been appointed by me as the Star Sea Empire's ambassador to Azeroth. I need to use your reputation in the Human Empire to convince those who
Stubborn fellows, accept Azsuna's legal status... Demons are also living beings, we are no different from you. Sargeras has terminated the Burning Crusade, and the Burning Legion is on the verge of disintegration... The next era of demon civilization,
Destined to belong to the Star Sea Empire!"
"Instead of letting the demons wander around among the stars, why don't you help me spread the power of the Star Sea Empire to the stars, so that I can put a halter on those unruly demons."
"They are a threat...threats should be controlled. This is good for you and good for us, do you understand what I mean?"
Cassanatir's request made Turalyon couldn't help but close his eyes and think. He stretched out his fingers and rubbed his forehead. After a few minutes, he opened his eyes and looked at the demon in front of him. He clicked
nodded:
"I will try to move forward with this, but I can't guarantee it."
"That's enough!"
Cassanatir nodded with satisfaction, and the cunning Dread Demon winked at Turalyon:
"You're not the only one I'm looking for... Anyway, thank you for your help. And be kind to yourself... At least find a woman to relieve your loneliness. I think that little light-cast hoof guarding you outside the door would be good...
Carpe diem.”
After saying that, Cassanatir let out a cunning laugh, and disappeared into Turalyon's office as quietly as he came. And the scene in front of the knight suddenly dispersed like broken glass.
.
His eyes opened the next moment. Turalyon raised his head and looked around. There was no one in the office, and the golden sunset was still shining outside the window. The conversation just now seemed like a dream.
Turalyon picked up something on the desk in front of him. It was a ring, a demonic ring made from the skull of the Dreadlord.
It's like a... gift.
"Shua"
Cassanatir's figure appeared in the woodlands of the Tirisfal region. There, the Dread Lord Balnazzar had appeared like the former great lich Khadgar. Behind him, there was a floating trace of
In the shadows, there is the hidden half-orc undead assassin Garona.
Khadgar completed his own redemption and restored Garona's freedom. Garona no longer has any nostalgia for Azeroth. She will follow Khadgar to the Star Sea Empire deep in the stars, where she will spend a long time.
Half life.
This can probably be regarded as a lifelong stay together in another sense.
"It's time to set off."
Kasanatil looked at Khadgar and Garona behind him. The first lord Nasrezim moved his neck and said:
"There are still a lot of things to do on the Nasreza side. It is not easy to make those demons learn to obey the rules. So, let us hurry up and say goodbye to this world."
After saying that, he raised his feet and stepped into the teleportation beam of the demon starship in front of him. At the moment he was about to disappear, Khadgar suddenly asked:
"You think, do we still have a chance to see those friends we once had?"
"Yes."
Cassanatil thought about it seriously, raised his head, looked at the dusk sky, and said:
"If we and they are lucky enough..."
"Maybe we can meet again in the sea of stars."
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"Shua"
The figure of Bolvar Fordragon, wearing a black robe, appeared in the dim conference hall in the form of a projection. He looked around and said:
"Now that everyone is here, let's start!"
"Shua"
Bolvar's voice was like a sign. The next moment, all the shadows in the conference hall were dispersed. On the chairs belonging to the forgotten kings placed around the stone round table in front of Bolvar, projections suddenly appeared one after another.
Appear.
But compared to the heyday of the Forgotten Kings Council, there are already fewer people sitting here.
King Terenas looked around, and there was an empty chair beside him. The old man in golden armor sighed:
"Alas, Dai Lin left anyway. He is such a free person. No one can trap him."
"Lord Velen and Lord Anastarian also left with the great lord."
Bolvar looked at the empty seats next to him and said:
"It seems that compared to the changes in the world of Azeroth, the endless scenery of the Death Star Sea is more suitable for them."
"Because their mission in this world has been completed."
Jean, who had just been transformed into an undead, snorted:
"They all talk cruelly, but what they are doing is to save the world. Azeroth has been saved, but there are still so many civilizations that have not yet been freed. What's more, we only have 500 years, which is not a short time.
, but it’s definitely not long.”
"Yes! This is what we are going to discuss today."
The Dark Prophet Drektar, who was the rotating speaker, coughed slightly. The old orc, who was wearing a black cloth to cover his eyes, picked up the small hammer at hand and knocked on the table. He said:
"Before we get down to business, let's talk about the succession of the vacant Forgotten Kings' seats."
"According to the High Lord's proposal before leaving, Gallywix, the trade prince of the Bilgewater Cartel, should occupy a seat. After the goblin dies...well, that is, 57 years later, he will become one of us."
The other members nodded. The joining of this goblin was appointed by the great lord, so naturally they had no objections.
"There is also the current Imperial Emperor Varian Wrynn, who will enter the Parliament after 87 years, and the Federation's Grand Chancellor Van Cleef, this guy who has started overeating, if he is lucky enough, he can still live again
In 34 years, if he is unlucky..."
The orc elder paused and said in a playful tone:
"Then maybe within a dozen years, we will be able to welcome a new congressman. So, do you have any opinions on these two candidates?"
The entire conference room was quiet, and no one had any opinions. So Drek'Thar took out another document and projected it in front of the Forgotten Kings. The document was very similar to the document they used to judge the development of various civilizations.
A report on the situation, but its content is completely different from the report that represents war and punishment.
"Bang"
Drek'Thar knocked on the table with his gavel and said seriously:
"Then let's get down to business."
"About the next era, about the mission left by the great lord before leaving...500 years will push Azeroth into the interstellar colonial era, and find a way to resist the void and restrain the void!"
"How do we push the world forward? How do we inspire the civilization of Azeroth to move into the stars? How do we ensure that this civilization will not experience large-scale internal strife and unrest..."
"How can we accomplish the heavy mission of the Council of Forgotten Kings? These are all issues we need to consider."
"He gave us freedom and gave the world a generous freedom and future..."
