In the earliest era of every civilization, the night is a symbol of some kind of fear.
When primitive people spend a difficult night around the fire, they will be wary of every inch of darkness around them and the dangerous hunters hidden in the darkness. Any ignorant person who dares to walk in the dark night will be swallowed by the terrifying night.
Perhaps, over time, primitive civilizations realized that the night was dangerous, and they began to revere the cold night just as they revere the sun.
And from that time on, the gene of fear of darkness was engraved in the blood and passed down from generation to generation...
Even in a magical and civilized world like Azeroth, the night also represents danger in many cases. In the era when the Human Empire still ruled the eastern continent, even the most experienced hunter would not choose to hunt him down in the night.
Generals avoid fighting in the dark to avoid prey, and even priests who believe in the Holy Light will teach their believers not to go out at night.
There are also rumors about night demons circulating in the country lanes. Women use such legends to scare their unruly children. Children who grow up in such bizarre stories will naturally remain vigilant about the night.
This is not just a natural phenomenon, it is actually more like a certain inheritance of civilization. It seems very ordinary, but upon closer inspection, there is some truth in it.
The nights in Thousand Needles have become more and more dangerous recently. Although the centaur barbarians have been completely defeated, there are still vigilant human warriors wandering among the camps they left behind.
These most elite soldiers hold cold guns and swords, often patrolling at night in dozens of numbers, and are equipped with signal guns. There are also gryphon knights in the camp waiting for emergencies.
The last two battles of the Westward Expansion War were not won by these human soldiers. Although the news was tightly blocked, any soldier who experienced those two battles knew very well that it was the demons summoned by the warlocks that destroyed the centaurs.
The last resistance of the tribe, they had witnessed those ferocious demons falling from the sky, and with the screams of the Centaur Khan, they completely defeated the barbarians with green magic fire and endless slaughter.
Although the warlocks controlled the number of demons summoned and tried their best to make the demons and centaurs weakened to the extreme after killing each other, there are always some uncontrollable factors in the ritual of summoning demons. On the Wind Nest battlefield
It was going well there. After a small number of demons were killed by the centaurs, the number of centaurs was also weakened to the extreme, and then they were defeated by a wave of well-prepared human armies.
But on the battlefield in the northwest of Thousand Needles Stone Forest, the number of demons summoned by the warlocks seemed a bit too much. After the centaurs were destroyed, the remaining demons fled the battlefield and were hiding in the nearby desolate land, or simply fled into
In the wilds of Feralas, the traditional territory of the night elves.
The warlocks of the Black Scythe Council have repeatedly assured that the escaped demons will not cause any impact, but the local generals will not trust these former street rats, so in the recent patrol, the weapons and numbers of the soldiers have been
It has been strengthened a lot... But judging from the current situation, those warlocks may not have lied. These professionals' assessment of the demon's behavior pattern is correct. Those sporadic demons have not made any moves to attack humans.
"They are starting to realize the true meaning of power."
Between the mountains where Thousand Needles and Feralas meet, a dark shadow stood on the rocks, looking at the human camp in the distance. The shadow looked like a human being. He was wearing a thick long hood and held his own
The body is wrapped in it, and a sheathed heavy sword is carried on the back. Between the occasional movements of the fingers, a black gauntlet shining with an obscure light can be seen.
The mysterious guy whispered:
"After being beaten, even the most stubborn guys began to try to accept the forces they regarded as "heresies". This is good. This can unite everyone. This is what they should
Made."
"So, is this the report you're submitting?"
Another voice sounded in the dark wind. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, a slender figure appeared next to the sneaky human. However, the slender figure was dressed almost exactly the same as the human. It was also covered with a long hood.
The body, unlike humans, would flash a blood-red light from time to time under his hood.
"The Parliament is waiting for the supervisor's report on the human empire's westward war. As far as I know, Dai Lin's fleet is cruising outside Thousand Needles. He is fully prepared for the invasion. This will be the Parliament's first report on civilization.
An assessment, if you think their actions and policies are not in line with the requirements of the parliament, maybe these humans who are celebrating victory will have to prepare for another surprise war."
The slender voice seemed to be inciting something. His voice was full of hoarseness and haze, which matched well with the cold night here.
But this kind of encouragement had no effect. The tall and mysterious human being was writing on the drawing board in his hand. The dark night seemed to be unable to block his sight.
"Why should it be judged unqualified?"
He asked:
"When civilization encountered the threat of barbarians, these young people did not succumb to difficulties, but led the people to rise up in resistance. This shows that the immigrants of the human empire have not lost their pursuit of glory, nor have they lost the courage to fight back. A person with courage
Civilization is a good civilization."
"During the course of the war, the human leaders were not tortured by the pain of the past, nor were they ignorantly opposed to the new concept of war. They learned from their enemies and used new weapons to win the battle. This shows that this
Civilization also has reason and wisdom."
"After the war reached a stalemate, they did not blindly pay the price of human lives for victory, but bravely accepted those potential allies who had been excluded before. The human church carried out internal self-improvement and recognized the existence of shadow priests.
, also accepted the warlocks’ request to participate in the war, and officially included the warlocks into their own power system, which shows that they are pursuing self-sublimation and beginning to understand and use the power that was previously ignored..."
This human chattered a lot. He picked up the quill and said softly:
"Therefore, with the power of supervisor given to me by the Council of Forgotten Kings, I judge that human civilization is walking on the right path. This civilization assessment...passed! The war resolution phase is put on hold...waiting for the next assessment results.
.”
Amidst the sound, he signed his name on the drawing board. It was a beautiful handwriting, and the name was also very familiar...
"Storm Overseer, Bolvar Fordragon."
"Tsk tsk"
Behind him, the slender figure made a weird hum and said:
"Are you sure you didn't make a one-sided judgment deliberately because you care about your homeland? After all, you were once a human, right?"
"One-sided? Maybe."
Death Lord Duke Bolvar glanced at the brightly lit human camp in the distance, and said in a hoarse voice:
"But I am not the only one who is the supervisor this time. I believe that several other His Majesties will make the same fair judgment. Well, my supervisory mission here has ended, and it is time to leave. Speaking of which, next
One surveillance target...is the high elf of Feralas, right?"
The human turned around, letting his body be covered by a long black hood. He looked at the slender figure beside him, and he let out a deep laugh:
"Those are your compatriots, and I heard that their current situation is... very bad, so do you think they can pass the evaluation?"
"Look at your disgusting tone."
The thin voice seemed unwilling to answer the question, and he answered casually:
"The evaluation process of high elves is different from that of humans. The civilization indicators of long-lived species cannot be confused with short-lived species. And even if they are in embarrassment, so what? I believe that Kael'thas will not do anything to put his people at risk.
It’s a decision... So don’t gloat! Asshole.”
"Okay, okay."
The Storm Overseer stepped into the darkness, and the two walked side by side. After a moment, he suddenly said:
"But you and His Majesty Anastarian both know very well what's in Elre'Thalas, right? In fact, in my opinion, the situation Kael'thas is facing at this time is worse than what the Empire of Man is facing.
The barbarian war is a hundred times more dangerous! Any wrong decision he makes may ruin the entire high elven civilization, thus triggering the war decision of the forgotten kings."
"Are you really not worried?"
The slender figure was silent for a few minutes, and finally he let out a long sigh.
"What's the use of worrying? This path was chosen by Kael'thas himself. No matter what the outcome is, he must walk it by himself and bear it by himself... All His Majesty and I can do is give him blessings.
That’s all.”
"Let's go to Feralas... let's witness the civilization there with our own eyes."
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"Fortagon...passed."
"Terenas...failed."
"Black Hand....Passed."
"Dai Lin...well, I barely passed."
In the mansion in the Midnight Garden of Stormwind City, Tyrion was flipping through the overseer's report in front of him. This was the assessment of the development direction of human civilization made by several overseers after the end of the human empire's westward expansion war.
These rulers forgotten by history evaluated the current human empire from various aspects. Except for King Terenas who made a "fail" conclusion about the current internal political chaos of the human empire, several other observations
Everyone has an optimistic attitude towards the current development of human civilization.
This also shows that after the immigration, human civilization once again won time for development with its outstanding performance... Three years later, it will be the second round of civilization assessment, and the requirements at that time will be greater than
It's much stricter now, but no matter what, that's a matter for the future.
"It seems that the young people are doing a good job."
Lord Darkblade leaned on his chair and looked at the map of Kalimdor hanging on the wall in front of him. He was playing with a small red flag in his hand. As his fingers danced, the little flag whizzed and pierced the human body.
on the territory of the empire.
"I asked, will this result make you feel disappointed?"
Alleria's voice sounded behind Tyrion. The Blood Mistress placed a glass of blood wine with ice cubes on the table in front of Tyrion, and her fingers slowly slid around Tyrion's neck.
, she leaned down, leaned on Tyrion's shoulder, and asked with a sly smile:
"My war maniac, are you angry because you have lost a reason to start a war?"
"Well, I am indeed a little angry..."
Tyrion pretended to be calm and said something. The next moment, the great lord grabbed the mistress's arm with both hands and pulled her into his arms. Their lips kissed together. Since the undead did not need to breathe, this deep
The kiss lasted an astonishing amount of time...and then there was the little "pleasure" that the observers loved to see but could not describe in detail.
The blood of Sarain blended with each other, giving the undead an unimaginable experience. After the rare passion came to an end, Alleria, who was wearing a very thin long dress, curled up in Tyrion's arms and leaned her head against the big tree.
The lord was playing with a lock of Tyrion's hair on his chest. The two of them did not speak, and no one wanted to interrupt the warm atmosphere.
"The next civilization to be inspected is the high elves... The Sun King Kael'thas sent him and his people into a very dangerous situation. Judging from the current situation, as long as Kael'thas makes the wrong step
, Daelin's fleet will immediately rush into Feralas and burn Elre'Thalas to ashes. The night elves staying there cannot stop Daelin's fleet..."
Tyrion's fingers caressed his wife's perfect body, and he whispered in Alleria's ear:
"Tell me honestly, are you worried about them?"
"It's a language trap, isn't it?"
Alleria blinked, kissed Tyrion on the cheek, and said in his ear:
"I have learned not to interfere with your thinking anymore, my love, I don't want to be a burden to you, so don't care about what I think..."
"You've never been a burden."
Tyrion hugged his wife tightly, bringing the two closer together. He reached out and flicked the Blood Mistress's ears, and said softly:
"Don't listen to those people's crazy words... I have never blamed you. The reason why I asked you this question is because we can't keep your sisters imprisoned in the Dark Temple. Do you understand what I mean?
?They are living people, they have their own destiny... We have no right to decide their future, Shiva still won't talk to you?"
"Yes, she is also your sister, and you know her temper best."
Alleria closed her eyes slightly, hugged her husband, and said:
"Shiva locked herself in her room, she refused to communicate with anyone except that annoying human... Oh my god, my sister is in love with him, I can feel it, but why would it be a stupid human?
"
"Then let them all go."
Tyrion stroked his wife's ears. He stared at the map on the wall in front of him and looked at the standard Feralas on the map. He said:
"Humans have earned a future for themselves, and now it's the high elves' turn... But it's inhumane to tie Kael'thas's hands and make him make a choice. He needs some help."
As he spoke, Tyrion picked up the silver pen handmade by craftsmen on the table, and signed his name on a document while Alleria hummed a pleasant tune.
"The evaluation result of Centaur civilization...failed (x4)."
"The war decision is initiated, the target is the desolate place... war mode... destroy! The war target... punish the civilized population... reduce one-third of the centaur's active strength, follow-up planning awaits the results of the second evaluation."
