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But it is discontinuous, and whenever we deliberately look at it, we can see the traces of time slipping away, the longer nails, the wrinkles on the top of the head, and the gradual increase in gray hair.

Dick sat on the side of the ship, and he looked into the distance, it was a blue water, and in the mist, one obscured landscape after another was fleeting, and this fog was the scenery of the Endless Sea, which is said to have existed when man first stepped into the ocean.

The melancholy eldest lady rested her head on Dick's shoulder, and the two of them sat together, and no one spoke, and no one did not open their eyes, to disturb their guard.

"Dick, where do you say people go when they die?"

The eldest lady stretched out her hand, and a white ice cube flew in her palm, as if it had been given life, changing rapidly, and finally turned into an old mage with a mage hat, although he couldn't see the expression clearly, Dick knew that it was the shadow of Antonidas.

The death of the old mage not only caused great trouble to Gianna, in fact, if it weren't for Crassus and the other archmages who raised the banner of "revenge" in grief, I am afraid that the mages who have been scattered all over the world would have fallen into some kind of unspeakable confusion.

The imprint left by Antony Das on Dalaran is too deep, just the young Luo Ning, can't suppress the scene at all, after the end of the disturbing Eastern Continent Conference, the surviving mages of Dalaran already have signs of splitting.

Dick also stretched out his hand, and a warm golden light appeared in the palm of his hand, and under Dick's unskilled control, that small ball of golden light flew to the shadow of the old mage's ice cube, forming two wings behind him, and turning into a circle of light above his head, making the old mage with the mage hat look a little nondescript.

"The brave are favored by fate, and after the death of the archmage, he probably went to heaven to find the mysteries of those magic that he had not yet found, but his spirit remained, in your will, in the spirit of other mages. ”

Dick turned his head and gently kissed the eldest lady on the forehead, feeling the fragrance between the eldest lady's hair, and Dick's voice became tactful.

"You see, as long as you don't forget him, and don't forget what he did for Dalaran and for this world, I don't think he'll ever die. In fact, we are the same, if we are remembered, we can live forever. ”

"But... But I miss him so much..."

The eldest lady hugged Dick, tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, wetting Dick's shirt, the paladin didn't say much, just patted Gianna's back gently, he didn't understand the girl's sadness, but now, he really didn't have much time to focus on remembering the memories of the past.

The salty sea breeze blew through the ends of their hair, and Dick looked back to see that in the mist, 27 large warships were riding the wind and waves in the mist, and the canvas painted with the coat of arms of the Kul Tiras glittered in the sun, like giant beasts crossing the sea.

The banners of the Silver Hand and the Stratholme Warband flew high, followed by the Phoenix Banner.

The sea breeze of hunting does not disperse the brave will, and the endless ocean does not want to stop the pace of the warriors.

At the first moment when the fog lifted, the cacophony, singing and the lapping of the sea mingled and resounded across the sky. Looking down from the sky, a white waterline is horizontally laid in the sea, which is the first expedition of human civilization to the unknown, and it is also the beginning of the human world, the first time to board the world battlefield.

From all the countries and forces of the Eastern Continent, paladins, elven mages, dwarven warriors, human cavalry and priests, as well as mercenaries who answered the call. A crappy ragtag army of 1W3,000 people in total, this is all the military strength of the Eastern Continent to participate in the upcoming demon war.

Dick had no regrets, and he didn't have much anger.

There was almost no assistance from the authorities, and in fact, if it were not for Gianna's status, Kurtilas would not have sent this fleet for the delivery task.

No one is optimistic about them, and even the Silver Hand is full of doubts. Before his problem was solved, he rashly participated in another war with an unknown future, and the fire of justice insisted on taking almost all the essence of the Stratholme warband, which was almost equal to a split, so that Dick's previous accumulated prestige was almost consumed by this reckless move.

Except for Kael'thas who gave him real support, the other forces, like sending Hanako, to the expeditionary legion some of the old, weak, sick and disabled.

When leaving from Nanhai Town, only a few people came to see him off, and the farewell toast was so bitter.

But Dick doesn't care so much, this result is already much better than the original history, in the second demon war, the cruel battle in which the world tree was almost ingested by the demons, and the whole world was almost reduced to a demon hunting ground, the representative of the human race turned out to be only Theramore led by Gianna.

In the kind of battle that determines the future of the world, the human kingdom, which claims to be the center of the world, does not even have the slightest support, how short-sighted, how stupid.

It's no wonder that after the beginning of the Reign of Chaos, the Night Elves, who were also on the side of the Alliance, were always full of suspicion of humans, and the Draenei, who joined later, were also inseparable from humans, which almost made the human world, in the first five years of the Chaos Era, almost completely excluded from the world's mainstream decision-making circle.

It wasn't until the return of "Ghost Wolf" Varian that the situation got better.

But Dick, who was on a mission, couldn't wait that long, and since he strongly intervened in the conflict between the frostwolf orcs and the thunder spear dwarves, Dick's style of acting has changed a lot, especially after witnessing the archdemon destroy Dalaran with his own eyes, this change has become more and more obvious.

Your short-sightedness, your ignorance, has nothing to do with me, if you can't do the right thing, then let me come!

The original history, let him go with the wind, Dick helped the eldest lady, standing in the command room of the flagship, his expression was firm and heroic, behind him, all the members of the Stratholme warband, and those warriors who were willing to fight for the fate of the world, had torn off the old world.

This is his expedition, and this is history that will be rewritten by his own hands.

"Mount Hyjal, I'm coming!"

Dick took the command knife handed by Eregor and looked at the coastline that was getting clearer and clearer in the distance, his left hand resting on the hilt of the knife, and his left finger pointing forward.

"First Expeditionary Force, speed up!"

So in the waves of the endless sea, the dreadnoughts sang and ran to the battlefield with an unknown future, and no one knew where the countercurrent of this river of fate would eventually go.

Let's bless them.

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Durontar, a barren place on the west coast of Kalimdor, is a red land that is said to have originated 10,000 years ago, when the Well of Eternity exploded, spraying the land with the blood of the deceased who had been torn apart, staining it red.

It is said that the land was also cursed and became barren ever since.

Even the Night Elves don't value this land very much, otherwise the orcs who crossed the sea in the first half of the year would not have a chance to build their own cities.

Although the Sentinels have a hard time fighting the demons, it is not a big problem to chase them away in the face of the orcs who have not yet recovered from the "Demon Blood".

Thrall carried a log and walked to the hot construction site, and after half a year of adaptation and preparation, in the northernmost part of Durontar, the orcs had built large groups of crypts to inhabit them, and now they planned to build a city to mark the beginning of a new life.

As a chieftain, Thrall actually has a lot of power, but he likes to work with his compatriots, this orc with blue eyes like the sea, not very tall, but when he passes through the crowd, all the orcs nod at him.

Not only because he is the spiritual leader of the orcs, the shaman, but also because he inherited the legacy of the Great Chief Orgrim and brought the orcs to this barren land, far from the war.

Thrall opened his hands, his expression relaxed, calling the will of the elements in his heart, with a slight uplift of the ground, and soon, an earthy yellow earth elemental twice as tall as him appeared beside him, under the command of the shaman, this huge earth elemental, carried the heavy stone, and placed it on the city wall that was almost completed.

For the spellcasters, they can easily do things that ordinary people can't imagine, and in this half year, the new generation of orcs shamans slowly grows up, which is also the confidence of Thrall's decision to build the city, with the work of these shamans, the city can be built in 3 months at most.

A city represents not only a place to live, but also the desire of the orcs who have been displaced for nearly 20 years to live in a homeland.

As a leader, Sal knows this better than anyone else.

As the sun set, Thrall sat with the orc veterans and gossiped, but before he could finish the dry cake in his hand, a hurried troll herald rode a tall velociraptor from a distance.

Despite the fatigue of the dusty servants, the tall and fierce troll herald jumped off the galloping velociraptor as soon as he approached Thrall, and as a tall, but agile troll, this kind of action was not a problem for them at all.

"Great Chief, the human messenger from the Dust Swamp has sent a letter, Chief Senjin doesn't dare to make a decision alone, so I'm here to ask for your opinion!"

Thrall's face turned serious at the word human, he shoved the last piece of dry cake into his mouth, clapped his hands, took the letter from the troll's hand, unfolded it, looked at it roughly twice, and then closed it.

As an orc who has been taught all kinds of knowledge since childhood, Thrall's understanding of human culture can be called a master among the aliens, but even so, in the face of this very formal invitation, Thrall is still a little confused.

"You say, the humans of the Dust Swamp have sent a messenger, and he calls himself Lordaeron, or is this so-called "First Expeditionary Legion"?"

Thrall looked at the herald, and the five big and three thick trolls scratched their heads embarrassedly,

"That's... I didn't really pay much attention to that, but the courier looked very capable of fighting, and he carried a strange heavy sword, and he was a very good fighter!"

"Oh, use a warrior as a messenger... Interesting. ”

Sal touched his chin and said to the veterans beside him,

"Help me call Wallock, and by the way, bring a few wolf warriors, and I'll meet this "First Legion". ”

In the night, on the red barren earth, the brave orc warriors rode on the black war wolf, and with the howl of the wolf, they galloped towards the southernmost human fortress of Durotar.

After two orc wars of madness and death, this was probably the first time that the two sides had stepped onto the table.