During the regular meeting of the kings, Jaina looked at King Garin with a surprised look on her face, and the Archmage said in a painful voice:
"Your Majesty Jialin, you should do this. We need the knowledge of the Blighters about the Insects, and we need their support... A large insect nest has appeared at the southernmost point of the Shining Plains. The Insects are brewing a war, and we need allies!
"
"Then what else can I do?"
Galin raised his head and looked at Jaina, a flash of anger shining in his eyes:
"The Blighters are not really allied with us at all. That nagging woman made it very clear. They adhere to neutrality and believe that the existence of the undead is reasonable! They have no common enemy with us. In our future, we will be with the Dark Blade.
They will not provide help during the battle. Is it really necessary to cater to such allies?"
"It is better to stick to neutrality than to push them against us, Galin! Your hatred of the undead has begun to affect your judgment!"
Jaina stared at Garin without any hesitation. Under the gaze of other kings, the archmage's voice became sharp:
"The war with the Dark Blade is something that will happen in the future, and the threat of the bugs is real. Those monsters can attack us at any time! And you push away the only person on this damn continent who is willing to take the initiative to help us.
It’s on! Are you crazy?”
"You don't realize the seriousness of the problem, Jaina!"
Galin slapped the table and stood up. The young king shouted loudly:
"That is a new faith, Archmage! I know you are an unbeliever, but we are different. We are believers in the Holy Light. The Holy Light guides us in fighting. It is dangerous to let the faith of the Blighters enter the empire...
I have made it very clear that they believe that the existence of the undead is reasonable! Do you understand? Once this belief spreads within the empire, those believers will also think that the existence of the Dark Blade is reasonable... and they will be convinced
Wash away the hatred!”
"Do you understand? The doctrine of the Blighters is terrifying... At least for us, that kind of doctrine will destroy the foundation of the empire's existence... Have you forgotten everything the undead have done to us? Think about it, once
People began to think that the undead were harmless, so what was the result?"
Galin lowered his head, panting rapidly, and said tiredly:
"We will never be able to return to our ancestral land... The people are unwilling to participate in the war against the undead. They only rely on us... How to defeat the Dark Blade?"
The atmosphere in the hall became low and oppressive at this moment. Jaina wanted to refute Galin's point of view, but she also had to admit that what Galin said was reasonable. The mages of Dalaran believed in knowledge and would
Knowledge serves as faith, but this is not the case for the civilians of the empire. Once the faith of the withered spreads in the empire, it is really hard to say what the result will be.
"Galin's consideration is correct."
After a while, the eldest king, Jaina's brother Drake, played with the pocket watch in his hand. This was his action when he was thinking. He squinted his eyes and said softly:
"But Anna's doubts are correct. The results of the scouts' investigation in Tanaris have been returned. Not to mention the insect base camp in Silithus, even the insects in the big rift in the Tanaris desert
The number of people is enough to give us a headache. I can only say that we really can’t win this battle simply relying on humans... And the most important thing is..."
"In Kul Tiras, the doctrine of the Blighter has begun to spread. At least in Drustvar, which is occupied by the undead, the people of Kul Tiras have begun to convert to the Wither. Those druids are indeed in the dark.
The mountains have protected my people. From this point alone, I must thank them. The Church of the Holy Light in Kul Tiras strictly separated the distribution scope of the doctrine from the Blighted Ones a few years ago.
..”
Drake's eyes passed over the kings in front of him, and he said:
"Do you understand what I mean? We need the power of the Wither, but we also have to be wary of the spread of the Wither's teachings, and the empire itself has its own religious beliefs, so everyone, the decision-making power on this issue is not actually in our hands.
..."
He knocked on the table and said to the other kings:
"This is a matter of faith. It requires the nod of the pope and archbishops. We have no decision-making power, so your quarrel is meaningless."
A few seconds later, Derek coughed slightly:
"Besides, Galin... I advise you to prepare yourself mentally in advance."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"I mean, based on my understanding of the Pope and the current situation, you probably really need to apologize to Patriarch Moyana, and you must win her forgiveness... To be honest, you didn't
You should be so impulsive."
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"Wow"
Somewhere in Thousand Needles Stone Forest, the ground of the desolate land suddenly shook strangely. After a few seconds, the dust on the ground turned outwards, and a dozen strange figures appeared on the land under the setting sun.
These are a dozen bugs... but they are not Qiraji. They have a black appearance, but they wear light armor made of special materials. Those bug warriors also hold weapons similar to bug jaws, and in their hands
Among the guards were several insect priests wearing black robes decorated with strange patterns and silver spider silk. One of them was the "old friend" of Archmage Jaina.
The Nerubian High Priest of Azjol-Nerub, Skris the Deconstructor, held a rune stone in its sharp forelimbs. In the air in front of it, a blue light curtain flashed slightly, and above it was a rough
The map of Kalimdor also uses special magic to mark the territory of the human empire.
The lower body of the Deconstructor is a spider-like structure, while its upper body is humanoid. On its face is a unique silver compound eye. The last time it was bombarded by Tyrion with terrifying soul power, the injury has healed.
But it still left a ferocious scar on its "face", and the light representing the beating of mental power flowed in its silver compound eyes. After a while, the dismantler put away the rune stone.
"This is the territory of mankind... I feel the breath of "compatriots". It seems that the news we got is very accurate. Another descendant of the Aqir Empire lives not far from here...
Very good, very good..."
The black robe of this gloomy Nerubian Priest moved without wind. Its huge spiritual power spread on the surface of Thousand Needles, and it began to search for the soul fluctuations belonging to Jaina in human cities.
"We will get back the legacy of the ancient empire, and it will help the Nerubians regain their lost homeland... All of this is fate."
The Nerubian Priest's use of spiritual power has reached an indescribable level. Soon, the information it spread in the invisible diffusion of energy was received by Jaina who was far away in the White Tower Port. Tens of minutes later
, a blue portal lit up in the remote valley of Thousand Needles, and the figures of Archmage Modera, Archmage Jaina and Archmage Ansrem jumped out of the portal.
"Skris? I didn't expect you to appear at this moment."
Jaina looked at the Nerubian priests who were guarded by the Nerubian guards in front of her. Her adventures in Northrend came to mind, and Jaina welcomed the "guests" who had come from afar with a joyful emotion.
”.
"Arthas went to the Borean Tundra. The undead are attacking there. He can't be separated. But believe me, friends of the nerubians, you will be welcomed by the kings in the human empire."
Archmage Modera gracefully welcomed the arrival of the Nerubian Priest, while Archmage Ansrem, who had never had any contact with the Nerubians, looked at the dangerous guy in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze.
..Without any spellcasting tools, he can spread his spiritual power for nearly a hundred kilometers. The spider demon priest in front of him has been labeled "dangerous" by him.
This rare and huge mental power means that as long as the spider demon is there, it can easily control the minds of nearly a hundred civilians, or silently control the will of soldiers.
"Nerubians never forget their promises, my human friends."
The gloomy voice of Skris sounded in the mind of the archmage in front of him. Just like in the past, this spider demon priest behaved very calmly. It did not have the red tape of humans, and it stated its purpose straight to the point:
"I heard that you are preparing to go to war with the insect civilization called "Qiraji"? That's why I'm here. The spider demons are willing to help the human empire. In exchange, we hope that after destroying the Qiraji insect nest,
Can you give us those intact, unhatched eggs..."
Although it was happy to gain an ally, the weird intentions of the spider demon left the three archmages puzzled. Archmage Modera asked:
"Qiraji eggs are very dangerous things. According to the samples collected by our scouts, once they hatch, they will become terrible killers. Those hatched insects have no consciousness of their own, but have cruel and terrifying characteristics.
It’s my nature, so I’m curious, what do you want those eggs for?”
Faced with this question, the silver-white compound eyes on the face of the dismantler flashed a glimmer of light. Instead of answering directly, it asked rhetorically:
"My human friends, have you heard the story of the "Aqir Empire"?"
"Um."
Archmage Jaina nodded. In the past day, she heard about the ancient war between the Yaqir Empire and the Troll Empire from Patriarch Moana.
"But the insect-man empire has been destroyed, hasn't it? It is said that the Qiraji are their descendants. They are as ferocious as their ancestors, but they have become more terrifying during evolution."
"No, no, no, the Qiraji are not the only descendants of the Aqir Empire."
The Dismantler let out a series of deep laughter in the hearts of the Archmages:
"After the collapse of the ancient Yaqir Empire, three completely different branch civilizations survived. One of them migrated to the southernmost tip of the world. They rebuilt their kingdom under the rolling yellow sand, and the other one disappeared into the civilization.
Over time, the last one went to the northernmost part of the world. Under the cold wind and snow, the Azjol-Nerub Nerubians also had their own unique civilization..."
"Yes, friends, Nerubians, we...we are also one of the orthodox descendants of the Yaqir Empire. We are here to get back the legacy of the Yaqir Empire, but there is no need to worry, we and the Qiraji have long been separated.
relationship, now...we are on your side."
"New allies, a new journey, and a new future for the Nerubians."
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"Look at this damn place!"
Thassarian, who was wearing a black veil, complained as he held the shotgun in his hand and kept firing ahead. The brass shells hit the disgusting red carpet under his feet. In front of his eyes, the buzzer started buzzing.
The brightly colored Qiraji worms that kept popping out of the cave were bombarded by powerful bullets, and their ugly heads were constantly exploded. Amidst the green blood splattering, the corpses of the bugs were already piled up on the defense line in front of Thassarian.
.
Beside him, there were more than a dozen death knights and their undead infantry who were firing continuously, and behind Thassarian, several dwarf engineers were deploying a huge number of high-explosive bombs deep in the small insect nest.
Since arriving in Silithus, in the past week, the Order has been busy with such work in addition to chasing down the Twilight cultists everywhere...
They don't want to pay attention to these bugs, but the problem is that wherever Twilight Cultists gather, these damn, barbaric, disgusting, and never-killable Qiraji are indispensable.
Fortunately, in the face of such fearful things, undead souls who are not afraid are more suitable to kill with ease than humans or other flesh-and-blood creatures.
"Dogen, are you okay?"
Thassarian took out the empty magazine and threw it into the tactical bag behind his back. Then he took a special magazine from Rurid beside him. He looked back at the busy engineers behind him and checked.
After the bomb was installed, the human death knight roared and pointed the shotgun in his hand at the buzzing insect swarm in front of him. The other death knights all took a step back.
"boom"
A specially made bullet pierced the head of the first purple beetle, beating the monster to pieces, and then pierced the abdomen of the second bug. After the kinetic energy was exhausted, the magic pattern on the bullet was activated, hiding in the large
The magic crystal inside the bullet became unstable, and with a harsh scream, a huge fireball exploded in the passage of the small insect nest, and the blazing flames engulfed everything around it.
In the acrid smoke, the Order commandos stared at the barbecue-smelling insect limbs and rushed out of the insect nest. Behind them were the angry Qiraji swarms. Thassarian turned back and fired another explosive bullet.
, while the second fireball soared into the sky, the bomb deep in the small insect nest was also activated. Amidst the crazy shaking of the ground underfoot, behind the commando, a thick pillar of fire almost rose into the sky, covering the entire sand.
The ground was submerged, along with those insects that had no time to escape.
"Pooh"
After the shaking subsided, Thassarian spat out the sand in his mouth. He looked at the magazine he had withdrawn with some distress. There were less than 5 rounds of explosive bullets left that were incredibly expensive and powerful.
"Hell, 2,000 gold coins just bought a bunch of meaningless insect corpses!"
The human death knight slapped the flames on his arms, cursed unluckily, and then the entire commando team began to pack up and prepare to return to their camp in the Silithus desert. At this moment, a man on the outside
The alert Tauren machine gunner suddenly shouted:
"Captain! There's a guy over there! He looks like he needs help... Looks like an elf! Some bugs are chasing him!"
