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73. Destiny (Part 1)

The changes in the Storm Peaks have not yet attracted the attention of all civilizations in Azeroth, but as time goes by, this incident will definitely become the next major event that will involve all civilizations in the storm.

But it's also an opportunity...

Any chaos is like a ladder, providing those who are stuck in their ways with an opportunity to enter another realm, provided they seize this opportunity.

"Elune has told me all your and her plans. I think your plan is very feasible, so I decided to join it."

A mysterious guy wearing a gray hood and covering his body with a large cloak stood next to the High Lord Tyrion. He looked at the ruins of Uldaman below which were being cleared away bit by bit by the Dark Blade soldiers.

, since this ruins collapsed due to cavemen a few years ago, it has become the most dangerous place in the entire eastern continent.

The federal government organized troops several times to try to encircle and suppress the cavemen underground, but several attempts failed.

Those cavemen who broke out of the seal built a huge caveman kingdom under Uldaman. Their number has expanded to an extremely dangerous level, but the Dark Blade Legion's dispatch this time is not to destroy this place.

caveman.

In the eyes of the great lords, these ugly lives are a problem for the Federation. If the Federation cannot even solve this problem, then this civilization will have no value in existing.

"But Tyrion, I have a question."

The mysterious hooded man asked softly:

"In your plan for the future destiny of Azeroth, what position does mortal civilization occupy? Will you send these weak lives to the war against the chaos and destruction camp?"

"No, I won't!"

The great lord was holding the Dragon Mist Staff, and while the white prayer flags were fluttering in the wind, he said calmly:

"The choice is in their hands. They don't understand it yet, but they will one day understand that in this grand war that has begun and spans several dimensions, everyone is a warrior, and every civilization,

Everyone must fight for themselves with all their might, otherwise they will be killed as easily as nobody."

"I will not force them to join the war, but I believe that they will eventually pack their bags, sharpen their swords, and join the war... I have given them the power they need, all for the final battle."

The moment the great lord's words fell, the death lord Grokush walked out of the ruins of Uldaman. His armor was covered with the blood and minced flesh of cavemen. He stepped forward and put a dim

The diamond core was handed to Tyrion, who took it in his hand and placed it in front of his eyes. Under the sunlight, this dim thinking core shone with a slightly chaotic light.

This is another thinking core, a unique soul belonging to the Titan Guardian. A few years ago, Brian Bronzebeard, under Tyrion's "induction", recklessly stepped into the ruins of Uldaman and awakened the Guardian of Justice.

Tire's adjutant Elonaya fought with another Tire adjutant again. Elonaya thought that she had defeated her companions who had fallen into chaos. She thought that her companions were completely freed from the pain.

However, no!

Tyrion shook his head. He could feel the weakness of the chaotic soul in the core of his thinking. He threw the core to the mysterious man beside him, and then turned around and left with his soldiers:

"The man who shaped the rock, the thinking core of the secondary guardian Azadas, is in your hands, Lai."

"This is what I promised you... Unfortunately, the soul of your other brother, the upright Tyr, has been wiped out. I will arrange for some trustworthy people to inherit the legacy he left behind."

"And the moment I set foot on the land of Northrend, I hope you can do the same...what you promised me!"

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Kalimdor continent, Kingdom of Lordaeron, White Tower City Port, Church of the Holy Light Cathedral of Light.

In the deep darkness of this autumn night, the aging Pope Alonsos Fao was receiving a "guest" from the same place, an "old friend" with a special status.

Many priests in the cathedral are curious about who can make the Pope ignore his physical weakness and have a secret conversation with him at midnight. However, anyone who wants to approach the reception room will be guarded with a serious look.

The church knights scolded him. Obviously, the Pope did not want too many people to know the identity of his old friend.

But this guest is not a well-known person. In fact, most people have never heard of his name.

His name is Thales, Thales Sward. At a certain point a few years ago, when he was still young, he had a popular and rebellious nickname called "The Masterless Sword", which represented his past.

An unbridled and free life, and now, Thales, who has gone through hardships and hardships, and finally gained a precious second freedom, is no longer the lone assassin he once was. He already has a life of his own.

of bondage.

The long-term imprisonment left indelible marks on Thales. The once ace assassin of the empire now needs a cane to even move, and the terrifying natural environment of Frostfire Ridge makes him look like he has aged ten years.

He is the same age, he is obviously just a young man who has just reached 30 years old, but he has already bent his waist, and his once handsome appearance has also been tempered by wind and frost, and has become obsolete to everyone.

But at this time, facing the extremely noble Pope of the Human Empire, Thales seemed very calm.

"I thought I would end up alone in that ghost place at Frostfire Ridge..."

Thales, who was wearing a black hunting suit and holding a cane with both hands, looked at the Pope in front of him and said softly:

"But I still walked out of that hell-like place alive. Maybe it was Tyrion's favor, maybe it was because I didn't deserve to die, but I still came back. Your Majesty the Pope, I came here on this trip,

I came to say goodbye to you... I have dedicated everything to the empire, and it is time for me to leave the rest of my life to my wife and my son."

Facing Thales' final choice, His Majesty the Pope was not surprised. He nodded and said to Thales:

"You have indeed paid too much for the empire. Even if Lothar is still alive, he cannot blame you harshly. However, you said that you are here as a "messenger" this time, so I am very curious about who asked you to serve as a messenger.

Where is he delivering the message?"

This question made Thales' eyes that no longer shined brightly and became introverted blinked. The retired assassin shrugged:

"You should be able to guess his identity, Your Majesty. When I left the cage, he asked me to tell you a piece of news..."

"Tyrion?"

His Majesty the Pope is a person who has truly seen the world. He will not get angry because of Tyrion's name. He looked at Thales calmly and asked:

"So, what does the King of the Undead want to say to an old man like me? Does he want to threaten me? Or does he want to destroy me?"

"None of that!"

Thales looked around and lowered his voice:

"Tyrion said that he was happy to see the Scarlet Crusade establish the Order of the Argent Dawn in Stratholme. He was happy to see the Argent Dawn become the link between the Empire and the Federation. He was even willing to give his blessing to this event.

..”

As he spoke, Thales took out a sealed scroll from his pocket and handed it to the Pope with both hands. The latter took it in his hand and opened it casually without checking whether it contained some kind of curse.

, however, after just one glance, the calm-looking Pope's eyes widened. Under the dots around his face and the age spots, this shocked expression looked a bit funny.

After a moment, the Pope let out a long breath. He carefully placed the scroll next to him. He looked at Thales, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes full of wisdom:

"I still don't quite believe that Tyrion is so kind and would send something like this to us, so I guess he must have other requests, right?"

"Yes."

Thales adjusted his collar and said:

"First, he requires the Order of the Silver Dawn to remain neutral between the Empire and the Federation."

"Second, he asked Anduin Wrynn, the son of Varian Wrynn, to become the national symbol of the Order of the Silver Dawn!"

These two strange requests made the Pope frown tightly.

The news that the Scarlet Crusade stranded in the eastern continent wanted to establish an independent country was also kept secret within the Human Empire. Before the wedding ceremony of Alsace, Bridget A came to Kalimdor as a representative of the Scarlet Crusade.

Miss Bedis had discussed this matter with the Pope and the Grand Knight Uther, and the matter had received preliminary approval from the kings.

The Scarlet Crusaders defended the last homeland of the Eastern Continent for the Empire, but their identity has always been embarrassing, and the political environment of the Eastern Continent is relatively complicated. As a branch of the Empire, the Scarlet Crusaders faced hostility from all directions. Those heroes have been

It has not yet been destroyed, which is already a real miracle.

Moreover, the empire will not be able to counterattack the mainland for at least 10-20 years, so the Stratholme area occupied by the Scarlet Crusaders is particularly important. It will be the only control area of ​​the empire in the eastern continent, and to be honest

, the concept of the Scarlet Crusade is still somewhat different from the current concept of the human empire. The longer the empire exists in Kalimdor, the more terrifying this difference in philosophy will become.

Without the Empire's influence, instead of deliberately forcing the heroes who cling to the land to continue serving the Empire, it is better to allow the Scarlet Crusade to become a relatively independent regime, which can not only maintain the deep relationship between the two parties, but also ease the ideological conflicts.

There are benefits to both sides...

After all, within the empire, in addition to those staunch war factions, there are indeed people who have good intentions towards the Federation. As the Federation has repeatedly stated, although they belong to different camps, they cannot be dismissed just because of the Dark Blade.

As the hatred between the two sides continues to solidify, there will always be contact between the two sides. In the Pope's mind, the Order of the Silver Dawn established by the Scarlet Crusade will become the best link between the Federation and the Empire...

The Order of the Silver Dawn will become a third party between the Empire and the Federation.

"The first condition is to remain neutral. This is the best choice after we discussed it with the Scarlet Crusade."

The Pope closed his eyes and said:

"But the second request, Anduin Wrynn, that child is not even 10 years old this year, right? Not to mention the relationship between him and Varian, even if I am the Pope of the Holy Light Church, I can't just

The Scarlet Crusade will not accept such a blunt request to those heroes to send a child to the throne of the Grand Knight of the Order."

"What's more, I heard that Anduin was raised by Tyrion since he was a child?"

"I can't explain much about this issue."

Thales whispered:

"I am only here as a messenger, and I am only responsible for relaying the information, but in my opinion, it is actually a very good idea to let Prince Anduin join the Scarlet Crusade. He is the son of Varian, and the people of the empire will instinctively accept it.

Secondly, within the Federation, Prince Anduin has a very good relationship with the Veterans Federation. Once Anduin joins the Scarlet Crusade, they will face much less hostility from the Federation."

"Finally, although Anduin was raised by Tyrion, this child has been following the Holy Light Naru'adal to practice the way of the Holy Light in the world of Draenor. He is a natural paladin. I believe

, as long as you give him a chance...the two great knights of the Scarlet Crusade and the old-fashioned and strict General Abidis will accept him."

"Tyrion said that he has something to say to you. If you really believe in the Holy Light, why don't you leave the fate of all this to your Holy Light to decide?"

"Okay, that's all I have to say."

Thales stood up, leaned slightly towards the Pope, then turned around and left with a cane. The moment he walked out of the reception room, Taresha, who was anxiously waiting outside the door, walked forward with her son.

She grabbed her husband's wrist tightly.

Looking at his wife's worried eyes, Thales smiled and put his arm around her shoulders, and then touched his son's hair, which was still a little raw. He kissed Taresha's hair and said softly:

"Everything is over, my beloved... The former Thales has died in Frostfire Ridge. In the remaining years, I will not leave you again, I swear..."


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