Time is passing slowly, and the war in the northern land has just subsided, and the human empire that has migrated to another land has to face a new war.
Of course, in terms of the scale and intensity of the war, it is still the strength invested by both sides. This war with the barbarians cannot surpass the previous battle in Northern Xinjiang, and it cannot even compare with the conflicts on the local battlefield.
But from the perspective of the entire world, this is undoubtedly the largest war in recent times.
In the south of Kalimdor, the night elves and demons were engaged in a confrontation with the gathered demons in Ashenvale and Felwood Forest. The demons realized that they might not get reinforcements, so they kept a very low profile.
The night elves are also happy to see the demons dormant. After all, it will take time for them to mobilize troops from the southern border of Kalimdor back to Ashenvale.
The pirate hegemony in the South China Sea is not interesting. Since Dai Lin, the King of the Sea, died in battle, the pirate forces in the entire South China Sea have almost become popular. In just one or two years, this golden sea route has been occupied by various pirates.
Filled up.
Among them, those small forces that rely on their passion to work alone will often be dispersed or annexed within two months. There are always only a few real predators on this sea, and there are different forces behind them.
However, because the Steamwheedle Consortium has recently returned some of its energy to the business circle of Kalimdor, this has resulted in the pirate forces they secretly supported being defeated steadily in the South China Sea.
Under the current circumstances, several other goblin chaebols are still sitting back and watching the fight between tigers, but once the power of Blackso and the Black Iron Business District behind it continues to expand in Kalimdor, several other goblin chaebols will also
Will come to an end one after another... In the foreseeable future, the dark clouds of a commercial war sweeping across the entire continent and even most of the world have begun to gather.
In the west of Kalimdor, while the night elves' sentinels evacuated Feralas Post, the high elves from Quel'Thalas also began to settle in their former ally, the highborne city of Elre'Thalas.
, but as analyzed by the Death Lords, His Majesty Kael'thas' desperate move does not seem to be completely successful.
Their ancient allies are indeed willing to give these exiled high elves a place to live, but only if the high elves have to expel the barbaric ogre tribes that occupy most of the city. Judging from the current situation, entrenched in Ere
There are at least tens of thousands of ogres in the ancient city of Saras... In other words, Kael'thas and his people were "sold" by their new allies, but the Sun King could not show his anger yet.
attitude.
Because those Syndra Highborne hold the method to fight against magic addiction...that is what the Sun King urgently needs, the most important thing for his race.
Unfortunately, Kael'thas did not know at this time that he would get nothing in this ancient forest except despair.
In the bitter cold land of the far north, in the southwest corner of the Northrend continent, the Draenei who have settled in the Borean Tundra welcomed new friends, the Bronzebeard dwarves who immigrated here.
Under the leadership of Ella, they and their allies with hooves and tails will start a new life in this cold but fertile land.
As for the arrival of the dwarves, the prophet expressed great welcome... The sparse Draenei have recently been exhausted by the demons that rush out from the sky from time to time. They urgently need some friends who are strong enough to fight and united enough.
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But the reason why the dwarves chose to part ways with the human empire and arrive in the cold continent was not just to find a quiet and peaceful new home. At least this was clearly stated in the letter written by Prince Brian Bronzebeard to Princess Moira.
Many very important things...
In the deepest part of Northrend, on the true roof of the world, on the snowfield of eternal night, the explorer Prince Brian and the brave Prince Muradin have discovered some clues about the origin of the dwarves, and according to them
According to the theory, while finding the secret of the origin of the dwarves, it can also find a way to resist the undead for the entire civilized world.
Different stories are happening on each of the three continents in this world, just like the wheel of time and years will continue to flow, from one era to another.
Well, generally speaking, the world is very peaceful... quite peaceful.
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"What is this? Grandpa?"
The 4 or 5-year-old boy curiously picked up a beautiful badge from the stall in front of him. It was decorated with carvings of white oak and grass leaves. This oval badge also had a long colorful ribbon on it, which looked very...
Beautiful, very beautiful.
And there are many beautiful little decorations like this on the stalls in the old city of Stormwind City.
Faced with the little boy's question, the old man behind him did not answer immediately. Instead, he took the badge and put it in his hand. He also took the glasses from the little girl beside him who was pushing the wheelchair for him, and stayed in the gray room.
Under his hair, he frowned and looked at the badge in his hand, seeming to discern something.
The old man was wearing a very simple robe and looked like a seriously ill old man. He was sitting on a mechanical wheelchair produced in the Black Iron District, with a blanket covering his legs. The old man did not have any decorations on his body to indicate his identity, but he
His gray hair was cut extremely short, looking like the hairstyle worn by soldiers of the Kingdom of Storm in the old days.
When he frowned, the wrinkles on his forehead squeezed together, giving the old man a calm demeanor.
"Ah, dear young master, you have really good taste!"
The small businessman behind the stall looked at the combination of boys, girls and old men in front of him, and looked at the clothes of the little boy and girl with a philistine eye. He immediately judged that these three were definitely not commoners with mud-legged backgrounds.
Just looking at it, the string of crystal clear rosary beads on this little boy's wrist is enough to buy an entire street anywhere in Stormwind City.
So, the businessman immediately smelled the smell of gold coins. He tried hard to look more kind, and said exaggeratedly to the little boy who looked at the metal emblems curiously:
"These are real antiques, very valuable collectibles. They are the family crests of noble men from the past era. Of course, a child as old as you will definitely not know what "nobility" is. They have been buried by the Federation.
It’s a very bad word, but the nobles who fled to the North still left behind a lot of good things.”
The philistine businessman squinted his eyes and took out a small dagger from under the stall. It was inlaid with shining gems and had a silver-white hilt. It looked very gorgeous and was in line with the childish aesthetics of children.
"Just like this! I found this thing from the valley of Bei County. It is said to be a heirloom treasure belonging to the Maximilian family. It is very precious. Seeing such a cute and majestic young master like you, I can't help but imagine
How suitable it would be to wear this on you..."
The businessman recited something like a poor poet, then winked and said to the little boy with wide eyes:
"For only 15 gold coins, this treasure will be yours, young master."
"Is it such a cheap treasure?"
While marveling at the price of the treasure, the little boy took the "treasure of the Maximilian family". He drew out his dagger and looked at it repeatedly. But just when he was about to pay for it, he was coldly greeted by someone behind him.
The girl with a face stopped.
"Fool Anduin! This thing is not a treasure at all!"
This teenage girl grabs the boy’s ear and pulls it:
"You never learn to be shrewd. Have you forgotten the "genuine treasure hunt amulet" you bought in Shattrath last time and was laughed at by Dornan and Vanessa?"
"But, but this is beautiful!"
Under the suppression of the powerful girl, the cute little boy with blond hair couldn't resist at all. He could only scream and put the "sword" back on the stall, while the philistine businessman wanted to say something else.
, and the next moment, a bag of gold coins was thrown into his hand.
The businessman raised his head and saw the old man glance at him. The light shining in his eyes was so heavy that the businessman lowered his head subconsciously and did not dare to speak anymore.
"This is the coat of arms of the Maximilian family."
The old man sitting in the wheelchair took off his glasses and rubbed the oval emblem in his hand with some nostalgia. When he spoke, the boys and girls who were fighting also fell silent and listened to the old man's story:
"That is the family of knights who have lived in North County for generations. During the period of King Baratheon, the Maximilian family was the big family in North County. When the kingdom moved north, the Maximilian family resisted the attack of the undead in North County. It is said that in the end
Only a young and only son of their family escaped...Take this, Anduin, and remember this name forever."
The old man placed the oval emblem seriously in the boy's hand, and patted the little boy on the shoulder:
"They are your most loyal subjects and great sacrifices that you can never forget."
"Are they as trustworthy as the Fordagans? Grandpa?"
Anduin grabbed the badge. He raised his head and looked at the old man in the wheelchair. The latter glanced at the girl beside him and nodded:
"That's right, just as trustworthy as Taelia."
The old man smiled, then leaned on the wheelchair and let the girl push him all the way to the Pig and Whistle Tavern in the old city, which was the old man's favorite place to spend time in his spare time.
The little boy followed the wheelchair, chattering and asking questions. He didn't come to this city often, so everything he saw felt new.
"Hey, old marshal, are you here too?"
At noon, there were not many people coming to the tavern to drink. When the old man in the wheelchair was pushed into the tavern, the drinkers stood up and bowed to him. At this moment, the old man seemed to be the most popular person in everyone's hearts.
Like a real hero.
He is indeed a hero, but he is not a hero of the Federation. His name is Reginald Windsor. He was the last marshal of the Kingdom of Stormwind. He disappeared on the night when the undead attacked Stormwind City. Someone
It is said that he is dead, but in fact, he is not dead. In the past few years, he has been living in seclusion in the world of Draenor, serving as the mentor of the growing Prince Anduin Wrynn.
The most surprising thing is that this matter was approved by Lord Dark Blade, and that Lord was even happy to see things develop like this.
"Are Maxwell and Gore here?"
Windsor, who was paralyzed in his lower body due to a severe injury a few years ago and could only live in a wheelchair, asked, and soon a familiar veteran took the initiative to guide him, Prince Anduin and Miss Taelia.
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The ignorant Anduin still couldn't understand the thinking of these veterans, but on his way forward, without approaching a table, the veterans who were drinking would stand up and bow to the young prince. Some former royals
Knights will even kneel down on one knee, as if performing some kind of allegiance ceremony.
Anduin didn't know how to respond at first, but after coming here several times, he would take the initiative to help those kneeling knights when he saw them.
The prince didn't know what these knights were thinking. He just felt that... allowing strangers to kneel to him was not in line with the etiquette taught to him by Uncle Tyrion and Aunt Alleria.
This child has the surname of the Wrynn family, but he grew up under the heretical teachings of the Lord of the Dead. This undoubtedly makes Windsor feel worried, but so far, the Dark Blade Lord seems to have
He did not instill any weird ideas into the little prince, at least not on the surface.
The door to the private room on the second floor of the tavern was slowly pushed open, and Taelia pushed Windsor's wheelchair into the private room. There were already two equally old veterans waiting there, namely Marshal Maxwell and General Gore.
They are also veterans of the same era as Windsor, veterans loyal to the Kingdom of Stormwind.
Now, Gore has become a member of the Redridge Mountain Region of the Defias Federation, and Maxwell is one of the 13 members of the Federation Supreme Council, and is also the president of the Defias Federation Veterans Federation.
"Anduin, come sit here!"
Senator Maxwell waved to Anduin, and like the uncle next door, he rubbed the little prince's forehead:
"Today we have your favorite barbecue and dusk berries. I also prepared some good fruit wine for you, which I bought from the elves."
"Wow! Long live!"
Children's happiness is always very simple. Anduin quickly pulled Sister Taliyah to sit on the other side of the table and started to feast, while several veterans sat together. After drinking a few glasses of wine, Wen Duin
Dessol looked at his former colleagues and said:
"We found him... In a team of gladiators, he changed a lot..."
"But we can't let Anduin meet him now, because he has become a little... strange."