The high elven civilization, under the leadership of the young Sun King Kael'thas, went through some ups and downs and finally got on the right track to rebuild civilization.
This incident, whether small or large, has indeed caused a lot of discussion on the continent of Kalimdor, but from a global perspective, it is just a node in the complicated history. This incident eventually ended.
The symbol is several civilized rulings signed by the forgotten kings that appear on Tyrion's desk.
"The Battle of Elre'Thalas represented that Sun King Kael'thas. Sunstrider finally understood the basic qualities and necessary choices of being a ruler. The courage shown by the high elves in this event that affected their future,
The tenacity, optimism shown in the reconstruction process of the ancient city, and extremely high group literacy all represent signs of the rapid development of this race in the next few years."
"Although Kael'thas and his affiliated think tanks have shown a certain degree of irrationality in dealing with the remains of the upper elf, this does not affect the supervisor's judgment on his civilization."
"But despite this, Que still cannot ignore the cold reality that the high elves are currently facing. According to the calculations of the Sunstrider Archlich, and according to the current efficiency of the high elves' use of magic power against the mana terror Immortar, this weak mana terror
It will enter the aging period in 15-20 years, and the magic power it provides will not be enough to maintain the group's magic addiction of high elves..."
"Therefore, the Oversight Council believes that the high elves are still not out of their own crisis. Due to the inherent particularity of the high elves civilization, the council finally decided to extend the second ruling period of the high elves civilization to 15 years."
"The following is the preliminary ruling result of the high elf civilization:"
"Pass--Bovar Fordragon"
"Pass - Anastarian Sunstrider"
"Pass - Terenas Menethil"
"Failure - Daelin Proudmoore (The reason for failure is: the high elves have not overcome the effects of their own addiction to magic. I personally believe that the future of this race is flawed. The high elves themselves carry the symptoms of magic addiction, that is,
It is the original sin of this race.)"
Such a result does not surprise Tyrion. In fact, while he has recently been busy with the major affairs of opening up the Realm of Death, the great lord will occasionally observe what happened in Elrethalas through his own "eyes".
Kael'thas Sunstrider didn't know everything. At the moment when he made all the decisions, in the shadow behind him, there was a ghost owl between reality and reality watching him.
Tyrion himself was also curious about what kind of decision this childhood "playmate" would make, and facts proved that although Kael'thas occasionally made emotional judgments, most of the time, he made decisions based on
It is based on the needs of the people. In the royal society and civilization of the high elves, such a ruler cannot be said to be unqualified.
And Kael'thas can take the initiative to seek support from the Human Empire without caring about personal honor and disgrace, which Tyrion admires very much.
Therefore, at the last position of this civilized ruling, Tyrion picked up his pen and signed his name...
"Pass - Tyrion. Dawnblade."
"This is a small reward, but Kael'thas, the crisis is not over yet..."
The great lord put the quill in his hand on the pen holder, and then put the document on the edge of the table. He did not go to the realm of death with the little ghost Yuna to "explore" today, because he wanted to take a rest today, and today
, there are two very important things that require his intervention.
During this period of time, Tyrion and Yuna's exploration of the Realm of Death was very difficult... On the one hand, the process of "assimilation" of the Great Lord by the Realm of Death seemed to lack the influence of certain factors, which caused him to enter the Realm of Death.
That world will quickly enter a "weak" state and be difficult to adapt to. On the other hand, as a guide, Yuna lacks a "magic wand" and a "crown", which makes it impossible for Yuna to take Tyrion to further places.
..
But the good news is that Tyrion and Yuna finally figured out how to use the little doll Nur. This weird six-clawed bear doll has been given an effect similar to "spatial positioning". When Yuna holds Nur,
, she can open a way "home" for her and Tyrion anywhere in the realm of death, which means that the two of them will no longer be "lost."
But judging from the current situation, before Yuna gets the wand and the crown, they have no way to establish an "outpost" belonging to the Dark Blade in the unclaimed land of the Death Realm.
Judging from Tyrion's experience, this kind of thing that relies purely on luck to make progress should generally not be rushed.
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"It's unimaginable..."
Jeffrey Dylan wore his best clothes and was walking in the streets of Stormwind City under the leadership of Death Lord Rogelio. His gray eyes would stop among the crowds on the street from time to time. He could see
The living and the dead walk the same streets, and both coexist peacefully.
Scenes like this that could never happen in Northern Xinjiang have become commonplace since he entered the Khaz Modan area. The living in the Federation seem to have become accustomed to the existence of the dead. Two completely different species from physiology to spirit, in one
Coexisting in a special system... This is a reality that Jeffrey has never thought about nor dared to think about since he "awakened".
No matter how many times he sees it, he will always sigh.
Probably seeing Jeffrey's doubts, Lord Death, as a guide, explained to him in a low voice:
"The Defias Federation is a new civilization supported by the Dark Blade. Under the leadership of the Supreme Council, the people of the Federation have gotten rid of their ignorant and backward living conditions in the past. They are playing a role in the new system that they have never played in the past. Everyone
Everyone can find their own ideal future, and the Dark Blade has given the Federation true "freedom," and under the protection of Dark Blade's force, the Federation will always hold this freedom."
"So, this is the relationship between protecting and being protected?"
Jeffrey turned back, looked at Rogelio, and asked curiously:
"Is recognition of the rights and existence of the deceased some kind of "price" for this kind of protection?"
"No"
Rogelio shook his head:
"In the civilization of the Federation, the Parliament has clearly stipulated that all races that agree with the rule of the Federation have completely equal rights and obligations. On this land, you can see dwarves, dwarfs, high elves, werewolves, goblins, and others.
A small number of orcs, as well as the Sindra elves who are about to join the Federation, all races are no longer superior or inferior at least legally, and the undead...undead like you and me are also members of these many races."
Lord Death said seriously to Jeffrey Dylan who was listening:
"You and I, and these humans, these lives, there is no difference between us at the level of federal law... We are not special, we are part of this system, so humans will not be afraid of us... Although
There are still many "big humanists" in the Federation who are always fanning the flames and wanting to provoke conflicts between humans and other races, but in the current system, the actions of those clowns are meaningless."
"That's why I brought you here, Dylan."
Rogge looked at the "comatriots" in front of him with the calm eyes unique to the undead, and he said:
"I hope you can see with your own eyes what federal civilization really looks like, and then take what you see and hear back and share it with your settlement. The big lord wants me to select a qualified "ambassador", and in my opinion, you
You are the most suitable in your settlement, you have curiosity that other undead lack... This is a very rare and very important "virtue" for the undead."
Rogelio's confession made Jeffrey Dylan silent for a moment, then he raised his head, looked at the Death Lord seriously, and finally nodded:
"I will, I promise."
"Very good, then follow me now, let's go to see the big lord... He is very interested in you and your compatriots who are naturally resurrected, and, don't be afraid, unless you piss him off, he is actually a very good person.
A good person to talk to.”
Under the leadership of Lord Death, Jeffrey Dylan got into a black carriage, and with the jingling of horse bells, the two of them drove all the way to the Midnight Garden.
Jeffrey Dylan, this is a special person.
A few months ago, the Dark Blade Chapter stationed in Northern Xinjiang received a report about the Stratholme area. After the human empire moved westward, the Hand of Tyr and the Holy Light stationed in Stratholme were still stubborn.
The fanatical paladins of the Hope Chapel, a group of guys who call themselves the "Scarlet Crusaders", are frequently carrying out some kind of "annihilation" activities in the mountains of Stratholme.
The unusual movements of the Scarlet Crusade immediately aroused the curiosity of the Dark Blade Chapter. After sending out scouts to conduct repeated investigations, the two Death Lords in Northern Xinjiang received a "shocking" news.
The group of paladins who miss the empire are fighting the undead...but those undead do not belong to the Dark Blade, nor do they belong to natural disasters. They are born naturally! There is no shadow of any force on them, and no one knows they are there.
When did it appear, but in the remote areas of Stratholme and Northern Xinjiang, settlements of large and small natural undead have already appeared.
In fact, if it weren't for the Scarlet Crusade's conquest, these naturally born undead might not be discovered by the Dark Blade until a long time later. After all, they are theoretically the same kind, and among the same kind, they will always let down their guard.
Another reason why Dark Blade failed to discover these naturally resurrected undead in time is because...each of these naturally resurrected undead has complete wisdom similar to that of living people, and even complete souls. They understand
How to hide yourself and how to protect yourself.
But unfortunately, they do not have the power to match their wisdom. Just like ordinary humans, they only have a very small amount of death energy in their bodies, barely enough to support body movements. They are not like the undead of the Dark Blade who can generate it independently.
Death energy to make yourself stronger.
They are like "life" in another sense... Once the death energy in the body is exhausted, they will die just like life...
After Tyrion heard about this group of special "compatriots", he rushed to Northern Xinjiang as soon as possible, but he did not act rashly. Instead, he asked the Death Lord to send a messenger to communicate with this group of "equal" people.
Sibling communication for natural recovery.
Obviously, Tyrion sensed something a little off from these special undead.
And Jeffrey Dylan was the first undead willing to contact the Dark Blade after Rogelio's messenger went deep into the Stratholme Mountains. He was the "mayor" of their small settlement.
"Bang"
The door to Tyrion's mansion was pushed open, and Rogelio made a "please" gesture. Jeffrey Dylan, who was slightly nervous, took a deep breath and adjusted his quaint clothes.
Then he stepped into the room in front of him, which was not dark.
He had enough reason to be nervous. At the moment of his recovery, the Battle of Northern Xinjiang was in full swing. He and his compatriots had seen with their own eyes how the Dark Blade army defeated the powerful human empire. In the Battle of Whispering Port
On the edge of the battlefield, there are even "scouts" sent by these undead. They are very aware of the power of the Dark Blade, and because of this, they carefully hide themselves.
Because no one knows how these compatriots who have strong power and are loyal to the same system will face these "free" undead.
The moment Dylan walked into the room, Tyrion, who was wearing a casual hunting suit, was facing away from him, slowly pouring a bottle of blood-red wine into two glasses.
And the moment Jeffrey Dylan saw Tyrion, he felt the powerful power hidden in the body of this calm "comatriot" in front of him, especially the ferocious soul in that body, which would make him look at him all night long.
Feeling terrified and uneasy, in Dylan's vision, Tyrion was like a god surrounded by black flames, making his soul and body begin to tremble involuntarily.
"Um?"
Tyrion felt the fear of the weak soul behind him. He turned around and looked at Jeffrey Dylan in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze. In this free undead, he smelled a familiar future.
Bland, but absolutely true.
"The Realm of Death..."
Tyrion's eyes narrowed. Under his concentrated gaze, Dylan's whole body was shaking more and more frequently. In Tyrion's spiritual vision, Jeffrey Dylan's soul even showed signs of collapse.
, until Tyrion waved his hand and injected a ball of black soul power into Jeffrey's body, which finally stabilized his soul that was about to collapse.
The high lord stepped forward and handed the blood wine with ice in his hand to Jeffrey. He asked softly:
"You're Jeffrey Dylan, right?"
"Yes...yes, High Lord."
Jeffrey drank himself a mouthful of ice-cold wine. Stimulated by the spicy and mellow taste of the special liquid, he barely regained consciousness. He leaned over and paid tribute to Tyrion:
"I am the mayor of Hermann Town, a powerful lord. On behalf of the forgotten people of Stanso District, I salute you."
"The Forgotten?"
Tyrion shook the liquid in the cup and leaned on his desk. He looked at Dylan in front of him:
"Is this what you call yourselves? It's quite vivid, but I'm more curious, Jeffrey, when did you wake up? No... I mean, as far as you know, the first one among you
When did the group of people who recovered recover?"
This question stunned Jeffrey for a moment. He thought about it for several minutes before saying with some uncertainty:
"Well, it should have been...14 months ago..."
"really!"
Tyrion showed a "Sure enough" expression. He sipped the blood wine in his hand, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.
14 months ago... wasn't that the time when he first entered the realm of death?
It seems that these naturally born undead souls in northern Xinjiang are indeed related to his connection with the world of death. Yuna seems to have appeared at that time.
