On the fifteenth day of the destruction of Dalaran, the Chapel of the Wish of Light. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is the second national meeting hosted by this chapel, but compared with the first Northern Xinjiang Conference, the number of people present this time, both in terms of gold content and quantity, is far exceeded.

The moment the image stone of Dalaran's destruction was transmitted by the mages to all the forces of the entire Eastern Kingdom as quickly as possible, the appearance of this meeting was inevitable.

No matter what the outcome is, this will be the first step for all the forces in the Eastern Continent to shift their attention to the entire world, and the veil of mystery in the world of Azeroth will also slowly open in front of the eyes of these creatures living in the Eastern Continent.

The young king's handsome face, Kael'thas - the Sunchaser, the young king's handsome face, no longer has the confidence to control everything, replaced by deep worry and exhaustion. Sylvanas sat beside him, and the Ranger General's beautiful face also had a hint of wind and frost.

The Supreme Commander of the Order of the Silver Hand, Alessandro Mograini, the name of the Messenger of the Ashes has spread throughout the northern frontier, and under his leadership, in just one month, the situation in Sidaronmir has stabilized, although it has not yet been able to completely recover this land, but the Knights have indeed launched a counterattack for the first time, and have recovered a third of the land.

But at the same time, the complete fall of the Silver Pine Forest has made this hard-won victory lose its due brilliance, and like Kael'thas, the wise leader has helpless worry on his face.

The mage lord of Dalaran, the temporary leader of the more than 4,000 mages who survived, Archmage Ronin and Ansrem, and the archmage of Randon, who was still wrapped in bandages, their robes were dotted with a small white flower, which was a mourning for the victims of Dalaran.

Miss Gianna, who returned from a long journey, did not have the liveliness and happiness she used to have, she seemed to have matured a lot overnight, the old black wizard hat on her head, and the cold ebony cold behind her back, and the violet badge on her chest, all represent the current status of the eldest lady, the true successor of the archmage Antonidas, and the new member of the Council of Six.

But Dick knew that the eldest lady wouldn't care about that, and if she could, she just wanted her mentor alive, but...

The mages present were as silent as stones, but the cold aura coming from them was enough to make the others look sideways, and these mages were about to be driven crazy by the successive blows.

Thunderspear Marshal Vandal sat in the second row, and in front of him sat a dwarf with a delicate crown and fiery red armor, with yellow eyes, and a beard that was braided with beautiful braids, this was Magni Copperbeard, the king of the Copperbeard Kingdom, the nominal allegiance of all dwarves.

Sitting to his right was Dick's old acquaintance, and also an old acquaintance of the mage Ronin, the Hammer Lord Furstad.

To the left of the dwarven camp is an envoy from the Southern Storm Kingdom and a man that Dick is well acquainted, a relative of the assassinated King Lane, who served as regent when the younger king Anduin Ureon had not yet grown up and the current king Varian Urion was not skilled enough in handling the country, the Grand Duke Berval Vortagen, a powerful paladin, and a skilful and sophisticated politician.

Of course, Dick also knows his other identity, and in 7 years, he will sacrifice himself to become the third Lich King, control the undead turtle in Northrend, and the undead scourge that once spread to the entire world is over.

But in today's situation, Dick felt that this heroic paladin probably would not have encountered such a tragic end.

Next to Duke Vortagen sat Anduin Ureon, the 5-year-old Crown Prince of the Storm Kingdom, a little guy who is now a careless child, but if all goes well, four years later, his father will disappear in a conspiracy, and when he returns, his father will become the protagonist of history, the fearless king known as the "Ghost Wolf".

Further to the left of the camp of the Stormwind Kingdom, sat a middle-aged man in an aristocratic dress, the de facto ruler of Kul Tiras, who liked to be called "Admiral" by others, Daileen Prodmoore, the father of the eldest lady, and if nothing else, he would become Dick's father-in-law.

At this time, the ruler of Kul Tiras, who was looking at Dick standing on the podium with a scrutinizing gaze, could see that this king who was born in a military was actually not very good at Dick's senses.

And next to General Dai Lin, in the last seat of the first row, there sat quietly a lady with blonde hair and a shawl, wearing a crown of women, she was wearing a white plain dress, she looked like a melancholy flower, but the royal education she received since she was a child made her a little tougher in addition to being delicate, which made people shine, this is the Lordaeron government-in-exile, the queen of the now newborn Theramore-Kalia Minehir.

She was once known only as Arthas's sister, but in the changed history, she has begun to shine as the true heir of King Terenus and the last descendant of Minethir.

Dick, dressed in a blue gown, stood on the podium, and he glanced at everyone from left to right, and it was no exaggeration to say that if Akmund shot a few "death fingers" at this place now, it would be enough to mess up half the world.

But Dick, who had seen too many things, no longer had the trembling he once had, he was like a real paladin of Azeroth, standing on this podium, and the traces left by the other world had already been wiped out in battle after battle, like the fire training of a furnace, making him a better and more remarkable person.

He looked at the full array of leaders sitting in the audience, saw the supportive eyes of Sylvanas and Winlessa, saw Ronin's will to take revenge, saw Alessandro's mixed attitude of appreciation and indifference, saw Kael'thas gentle smile, saw Marshal Vandal quietly raised his fist, saw little Anduin's curiosity, saw the eldest lady's dependence, saw General Dareen's scrutiny, and saw Kalia's gratitude.

But there were also many people, whom he could not see, Uther, Arthas, Kel'thugad, Anastarian, Darkan, Jean-Greymane, Antonidas, these people brought him memories of sacrifice, of salvation, of betrayal, of death, that was cold, that was painful.

The past year or so has been going back and forth in his mind, all these changes, all the flow, have left Dick trapped in the entanglement of memory.

When the warmth and death spread, he gradually understood that all this destroyed him, but all this also made him.

When he embarks on this world-changing Titan Path, he is no longer the ordinary guy he used to be, he is Dick, he will become Dick, the person who will be remembered and forgotten under this starry sky.

Not liking, not disgusting, but existing.

Dick took a deep breath, and he spread his hands,

"Ladies and gentlemen, the dark power that has never been seen before has spread into this world, and every minute and every second, we are tormented by the tip of the knife of destruction, whether you face it squarely or ignore it, it is there, leaving us little time to hesitate. ”

"So, let's ditch the red tape and get straight to the point..."

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At the same time as the Eastern Continent Conference, the Continent of Kalimdor, the Holy Mountain of Hyjal, at the foot of the World Tree Nodashir, the inheritance country of the Ancient Elven Empire, and the Night Elves who nominally ruled the entire Kalimdor, also held a crucial meeting.

Compared to the calmness of Dick and the leaders of the human kingdom, these night elves, who have purple skin, long ears, enjoy the blessings of eternal life, believe in the moon god Elune, and have a sturdy body, and are known as the "children of the forest", seem a little panicked.

"A third of the Ashen Valley has fallen, and Aishara has completely fallen into the hands of those demons, it is hard to believe that after 10,000 years, they are back!"

The male elf, with bandages on his arms and delicate leather armor, sat on a wooden chair and said to the venerable Moon Priest,

"The Sentinels can't stop the vicious demons, they have opened portals in Ashenvale and Azhara, and an endless stream of demonic armies have poured out of them, and I even saw the ugly figure from 10,000 years ago, the Abyss Lord known as the "Saboteur", who recognized us... They come with hatred to sacrifice to the Lord, and their target is the World Tree!"

It was clearly a secret conversation, and in the elaborate treehouse, there were only four people seated, and apart from the wounded elf, the most striking was the female elf sitting in the very center, fairer-skinned compared to the other night elves, wearing a white sacrificial robe, and a crescent-like emblem on her forehead.

That face is even more of a collection of the essence of all things, unimaginably beautiful, that is the temperament between bewitching and noble, that is enough to attract everyone's holy breath.

Priestess of the Moon, Tyrande-Windwhisperer, one of the leaders who led the Night Elves to overthrow the rule of the High Elves and defeat the invading demons back to the Void 10,000 years ago, is the leader of the Kadore Elves today.

She frowned, listened to the report of the commander of the sentry unit Ash Valley, thought for a few minutes, and said,

"Of course they covet the World Tree, the Well of Eternity has been destroyed, this tree carries the core power of the world, after all, we are not the Elven Empire of 10,000 years ago, our strength is not enough to deal with the demons that attack again, so let's do it, Barnes, you let the sentinels retreat to the middle of the Gray Valley, I will go to awaken the druids, and the demigods who fought side by side with us 10,000 years ago, we need their power. ”

The sentinel commander named Barnes-Ember nodded, the sentinel unit was originally a standing army formed by Tyrande to prevent evil forces after the Night Elves became independent, and it was not considered an elite force, he was also a very wise elf, and he was also a veteran ten thousand years ago, so he naturally knew what to do.

But when the priestess was about to leave, Barnes suddenly remembered something else, and hurriedly said,

"Lord Priest, please wait!"

Tyrande turned his head and looked at Barnes,

"Anything else? Commander. ”

"That's right, in addition to us, when my scouts were patrolling, they also found that those orcs who called themselves "Warsong Clan" are also resisting the demons on another front, they are even crazier than us, they seem to have a stubborn hatred with those demons, I thought, if we can, we can also unite those orcs... After all, those barbarians are more suitable to stand at the front of the war than our people. ”

Barnes offered his opinion, but Tyrande frowned and thought for a moment before asking,

"But I remember that those orcs, who don't seem to be a friendly race, are said to have been cutting down trees in the Ash Valley?"

"Yes, that's really hard for us to bear!"

Barnes gritted his teeth as if he remembered some bad memories, but finally said in a calm mood, "But now, resisting demons is our first priority before everything, and I heard that in addition to this irascible Warsong Clan, there is another orc building in the barren Durontar, and according to the scouts' rewards, they are much friendlier than the orcs of the Warsong Clan." ”

Tyrande nodded, and said in her distinctive light and hoarse voice,

"Then we might as well send messengers and contact them, and if they are willing to sacrifice their strength to resist the demons, we don't mind giving Durotar to them to live in. ”

Barnes stood up, and after bowing to the priestess, he exclaimed,

"Well, I'll send emissaries in the near future, and I've heard that the Dust Swamp bordering Durotar is also starting to move, and I'll check them out at the same time, and if necessary, I'll do my best to draw them into our camp. ”

Dick didn't know that the distant Kalimdor, the night elves who had lived in seclusion for thousands of years had planned to include Theramore in the expedition of allies, and in the quarrelsome venue, Dick sat in the back row, holding the arm of the sad eldest lady, and the two of them snuggled together, hugging for warmth.

It seemed that all the quarrels had nothing to do with him, and from time to time he looked to the east, on the other side of the Endless Sea, on that mysterious and vast land, it was another battlefield.

That would be... The beginning of another period of his war.