On the abandoned dock of Gilneas City, an entire fleet is preparing to set sail.
What came here was not the official fleet of the Dark Blade, but a merchant fleet belonging to the Dark Blade consortium hired with real money to transport more than 30,000 werewolves and sufficient supplies to Kalimdor.
This is not a formal operation, it is just a private operation of the consortium hired by Varian Wrynn. Although the Federation's power is not huge in the southwestern part of Northern Xinjiang, it has been regarded by the Supreme Council as the future border of the Federation, and
The tens of thousands of werewolves living in Gilneas City who are unwilling to join the Federation are also regarded by Federation officials as a source of instability.
But now, these unstable factors will be transferred, which means that after they leave, the Federation's operation to renovate Gilneas City can be launched smoothly. After all, this is the only large city on the Gilneas Peninsula, and it
The geographical location is also very important to the federation.
"Dark Blade just let me take away these werewolves?"
Varian stood at the dock and looked at the werewolves who quickly boarded the ship under the command of the sergeants. He turned to look at Jean, who snorted:
"I sold myself to the Dark Blade in exchange for their indifference to these werewolves... What's more, do you really think those undead would care about 30,000 werewolves?"
"I have said it many times, Varian, don't pay too much attention to the Dark Blade Legion. It is not the enemy of the Empire. The Federation is what you and those young and reckless children should pay attention to..."
"Um."
Varian nodded. He pulled up the hood behind him and covered his head. Valeera, who was also wearing a hood, followed him almost inseparably. This high elf girl seemed to regard herself as
Varian's shadow...a worthy defender.
"The Biting Reef off the coast of Gilneas has been destroyed from under the sea by the Dark Blade Fleet. This fleet will sail directly to the Hot Sand Port in the Tanaris Desert. This journey will last nearly half a month...
Take this time to familiarize yourself with the combat mode of the werewolf army. When you get to that continent, you won't have much time left to hesitate."
Genn patted Varian on the shoulder. The old wolf king looked back at the fleet outside the port for the last time. Finally, he turned around and walked towards the portal opened by the Syndra elves in the back. The old wolf left
His back was slightly stooped, and his steps seemed a little staggering.
Looking at his back, Varian suddenly shouted:
"Gene, is there anything you want me to say to Liam?"
The steps of the old wolf king stopped at this moment. He turned back and looked at Varian:
"Tell him to take good care of his mother and sister. Instead of being a good king, it is better to be a real man... Also, tell him that I am dead and don't let him come to me!"
After saying that, Jean turned around and ran into the shining portal, as if he was escaping from something terrible. In the flash of light from the portal, Jean's shadow completely disappeared.
"He loves his son and relatives very much, right?"
Valeela said softly:
"He must be in pain, I can feel it."
"Jean...I didn't like him before."
Varian rubbed his fingers and said:
"He always seemed a bit arrogant and unfashionably old-fashioned. He always put the interests of Gilneas above the interests of the empire. He was also ambitious. After fighting the orcs, he was the first to withdraw from the alliance. He was still very young at the time.
I still hated him, but...but that is all in the past. In this changing world, everyone has paid a price and everyone has changed."
"Me too..."
"Buzz"
As soon as Varian finished speaking, in the city behind them, a huge portal was opened. Amidst a burst of mechanical roar, a dozen huge black machines drove into the dark city. That was Varian.
It was a large engineering construction that An had never seen before, with heavy round tires, a steel shell, and a huge carriage.
This is a truck used to carry heavy objects in the black iron area. It has basically the same structure as a traditional truck, but it looks bigger, bigger, and thicker. It is like a bull made of steel. It is extremely powerful and can carry the ultimate load.
heavy objects.
"Click"
The door of the first steam truck was pushed open, and several children jumped out. The heavily armed Dornan looked around, and then focused on Varian. She walked over aggressively and stood
In front of Varian, he raised his head and looked at this powerful gladiator.
"Are you Anduin's father?"
Dornan asked fiercely:
"Why did you lie to us!"
"Well, I just...just have some problems of my own, kid. I didn't mean to lie to you."
Varian looked at the fierce little girl in front of him and didn't know how to answer. He then looked at the trucks lined up behind him amid the roar of machinery, and asked:
"What are these?"
"This is our "farewell gift" to you."
Anduin's voice sounded from behind, causing Varian to turn around suddenly and see his son. The child was standing beside the truck, looking at him with a tangled look. Varian hesitated for a moment.
But he was soon pushed by Valeera behind him. Varian looked back at the high elf girl, who waved to him, so Varian took off his hood and walked towards his son.
.
He half-knelt in front of Anduin, with his scarred face and blue eyes looking at his son tenderly. After a few seconds, Varian took off his gauntlet and took it out from the pocket on his back.
Something was placed in front of Anduin.
That is the championship belt of the Champions Cup. The rough appearance is full of masculinity. It is made of metal, crystal and Gronn's animal bones to form a line. It is the orc language logo of the King of Gladiators. It is priceless.
Things represent the highest glory that all gladiators in the two worlds pursue.
"This is our agreement, son...I got it for you, and now it belongs to you."
Varian reached out and wanted to touch Anduin's hair, but the child took a step back. He opened his blue eyes and looked at his somewhat unfamiliar father, and asked:
"When we first met, why... why did you hide your identity?"
Facing Anduin's question, Varian took a deep breath, retracted his hand in the air, looked into Anduin's eyes, and said seriously:
"Because I want to protect you, son. Your uncle, Tyrion, Blade of Dawn, and I have some small..."contradictions", and I don't want to involve you and your mother."
"Then why haven't you come to see us after all these years!"
Anduin asked again. This time, there was a hint of grievance in the child's eyes. Varian gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and held Anduin in his arms. He felt the strength of his son's tight embrace on him.
The peerless hunk who had penetrated the Champions Cup all the way had a hint of moisture in his eyes. He put his chin on Anduin's hair, patted his son's back constantly, and said softly:
"I want to see you, my son, every day. Over the years, I have missed you and your mother every night, but I can't go...I dare not face you, because I was weak,
Let me lose you... I at least have to prove to you, my son, that I am not a failed father. In short, please forgive me, Anduin, forgive your father."
"I can't grow up with you here, because across the endless sea, those people who are still loyal to the Wrynn family are suffering from terrible threats, and I have to save them... This is every Wrynn
It is a mission that all men in the family must shoulder."
He said to his sobbing son:
"I promise, Anduin, I promise... I'll be back, I swear."
He lowered his head and looked at Anduin, whose face was full of tears. Varian wiped his red eyes, then picked up the belt on the ground and said to his son:
"Come and take pictures...isn't this your birthday wish?"
In front of the fathers, Dornan, who was pouting and sniffling from time to time, picked up the magic image crystal specially used for taking pictures. Behind her, Taelia and Vanessa were already hugging each other and crying.
Tears...
Farther away, Valeela looked at Tiffany in front of her and asked softly:
"Aren't you going to say goodbye to him? Mrs. Tiffany."
"No need, my husband wants to do really great things. He just needs to go with blessings, not the love of his children that will distract him..."
Queen Tiffany put on her white veil again today, covering her beautiful face. Behind the veil, her blood-red eyes stared at the high elf who had changed into a more "conservative" leather armor.
Girl, after a few seconds, she whispered:
"Then, I leave him to you, Valeera... take care of him for me."
"The children made a lot of money in the Champions Cup relying on your victory. They knew that Varian was going to fight a battle to save them, so they exchanged that money for the standard armaments of the Black Iron Zone. These
The armaments will be shipped to Kalimdor on the ship, and tell Varian to use them well, as the children want."
"Okay, ma'am, I'll tell Varian... Also, thank you for your generosity and kindness..."
"No, you deserve this..."
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Everything that happened in the Eastern Continent is not yet known to the Empire. In fact, the Empire now puts most of its intelligence power on the Qiraji. The Assassin Alliance and MI7 do not have much power to detect the Eastern Continent.
situation on the mainland.
As three groups of joint forces from the anti-Insect front line marched to Tanaris, the insect tide that spread from the Great Rift has been effectively controlled. With the assistance of the latest thermal weapons, the dispersed Insects have been
It is difficult to threaten the security of Gadgetzan and Steamwheedle Port.
It is reported that while the fighting on the front line is in full swing, MI7 is also planning a precise attack on the insect nest deep in the Great Rift. As long as the female insects that continue to reproduce the insects can be killed, the situation on the battlefield of Tanaris will be
Get effective reversal.
"Failed again..."
Deep in a dark cave in the Shining Plains, Skris the Deconstructor, a nerubian priest from the distant continent of Northrend, stared at the blood in the glass petri dish in front of him with his silver-white compound eyes.
In the red liquid, there was a disgusting, shapeless mass of flesh. The weird thing was covered with weird limbs. It looked like a combination of Qiraji and nerubian, but at this time, this monster had lost everything.
Vital signs.
It only took less than 15 seconds from birth to death.
"The genes of the Qiraji are very primitive, and they have not yet lost the genetic fragments of the Yaqir Empire. What a good sample, what a pity... It still can't withstand the mutant genes of the Nerubians..."
The green light flashed on the silver-white compound eyes of the dismantler, as if he was thinking:
"We need more powerful genetic samples, the load-bearing capacity of the larvae is too weak...We need more samples."
The dismantler's sharp forelimbs swung, and the Nerubian soldiers standing aside immediately carried away the failed samples. These items would be cleaned up to avoid unnecessary trouble.
"It's a pity that the amber regeneration technique of the Yaqir Empire has been lost... What a pity."
The Nerubian Priest murmured to himself as he walked out of the crypt. As an ally of the Human Empire against the Insects, it has recently provided the Empire with many secrets about the habits of the Insects, and even about the relationship between the female worms and their larvae reproduction, including different
The general function of the insect nest, as well as the weaknesses of various insects, etc. These vital information gave the human empire specific ideas for defeating the enemy.
Unfortunately, its own research on the future of the spider demons has been stagnant. The eggs sent back to the rear by soldiers on the Imperial front line have been used by it for gene transplant experiments. However, it is a pity that until today, this experiment has not
Signs of success.
Both the nerubians and the Qiraji are descendants of the Aqir empire. The kingdom and civilization of the nerubians have been completely destroyed by the undead scourge. It is impossible to rebuild civilization with the remaining nerubians, but the qiraji
The emergence of worms has given the dismantlers new hope... The genes of the Qiraji and the nerubians come from the same ancestor, which means that as long as the dismantlers can remove certain gene fragments of the nerubians,
Transplanted into Qiraji eggs, these eggs can be used to give birth to new siblings.
It's easy to say, but difficult to do. Although there are related studies on the nerubian civilization, after thousands of years of evolution, the genes of the nerubian and the qiraji have become too different.
"The High Priest, the Druid of the Blighter is visiting!"
A nerubian guard reported the news of the visitor to the dismantler. A moment later, the dismantler saw the Witherlander Patriarch in a robe, Ms. Moana. Just as it wanted to say hello, Moana took the initiative.
Open your mouth and say:
"I heard that the Nerubians study the eggs of the Qiraji, trying to find new hope for their own civilization?"
"Um?"
A ray of light flashed on the silver compound eyes of the Deconstructor. It was silent for a moment, and then shook its forelimbs:
"Yes, there is no need to hide it, it is true...Are the Witherers also interested in this?"
Ms. Moyana shook her head and said calmly:
"The Blighters are not interested in this, but we are very interested in controlling the bugs once and for all, as well as some biological modification methods taught by the Nerubians... Perhaps, Mr. Deconstructor can take time to come to Drustvar's Emerald
Visiting the Holy Land...I believe that we can develop long-term cooperation on this matter."
