In a room in the Order of the Silver Dawn, in the Stratholme district, in the city of Andorhar.

Archbishop Tulayan of the Legion of Light was sitting at his desk, reading through the outline plan for the reconstruction of the city of Andorhar. From time to time, he wrote his opinion on the thick plan, and although it was dusk, and the golden sunset was still shining in the room, the spar lamp on the desk had been turned on.

During the Doomsday War, Turayan single-handedly slew three high-ranking demon lords, but he also suffered a curse spell from the Soul Judge Lord. He was nearly blind in both eyes, and since the end of the war, he has been washing himself with the power of the curse by the light energy every day. To this day, he can see, but his vision has not fully recovered.

Coupled with Tulayan's white-haired head and the old-fashioned and simple priest's robe, this is a great knight close to the form of an old man. But Tulayan is only in his 40s this year, which is not old.

Just as the Grand Knight finished reading the last page of the city's reconstruction plan and stamped his private seal on the plan, a faint wind suddenly blew into the room, and the shadows in the corners of the walls shook faintly, as if they had been given a dark life.

Tulayan didn't look up, he didn't seem to sense anything unusual in the room at all. He put aside the plan in his hand, picked up another document, and while looking at it in the light, he said without raising his head:

"You're here..."

With the sound of the great knight's inquiry, the dark shadow in the corner of the room twisted strangely, like a figure covered in a black veil, and between the shadows, the guy's face could not be seen clearly.

The shadow-shaped, visitor stretched his arms relaxedly, and he replied in a hoarse voice:

"Yes, I'm here."

"You shouldn't have come."

Picking up his pen, Tulayan said:

"At least not at this time, aren't you used to acting at night?"

"Look at what you say."

The existence of the shadow convergence is very familiar with haha:

"We are terrible demons, we can come whenever we want! We'll go wherever we want! ”

"This is the land of the Order of the Silver Dawn!"

The Grand Knight signed his name on the document in his hand, and after a slight pause, he said:

"Hundreds of paladins will round you up at my command, and in the current situation of Azeroth, if you dare to expose your whereabouts, you will be dead. No one is afraid of the devil now, you have lost..."

"It's the Burning Legion that loses!"

The shadow straightened up and took a step forward, exposing itself to the golden sunset, revealing Casanatyr's pale and distorted face. With a strange smile on his face, and on his finger, a ring made from the skull of the Demon King of the Dread, and in the other hand, a cane of white bones, he said:

"Not us!"

"The Demon Star Sea Empire didn't lose, in fact, we are also on the winner's side."

Kasanatir pulled away from the chair in front of Tulayan, and he sat on it with a big grin. He put the cane of the white bone aside, propped his cheek with his left hand, and picked up the emblem of holy light that Tulayan had visited on his desk with his right hand, playing with it in his hideous claws.

In the light of the hedron lamp, Tulayan raised his head and looked at Casanatier in front of him, and the great knight looked at the demon's eyes, and in the reflection of those eyes, he seemed to see another self.

"Are you here to retrieve your stuff?"

Tulayan asked:

"Your identity, your status, your prestige, and your name?"

Faced with this question, Casanatyr shrugged his shoulders, and the Dreadlord asked maliciously:

"What would you do if I really wanted to get those things back? Do you bow your head and die? ”

"Your deeds to the world of Azeroth are indelible."

Grand Knight Tulayan bluntly said:

"Compared to the great things you did, the unimaginable humiliation and burden, the demons and the demons, the danger of turning the tide several times... What I did wasn't worth mentioning, and I was almost led down the wrong path by Zela. So if you need to get it back, I'll give it back to you. ”

"Oh, hypocrisy!"

The Dreadlord snorted disdainfully, he shook his hand unmoved, and said:

"Keep those things for yourself, I don't need them."

The First Lord of Nasrezm stood up, he walked to the window, looked at the city that was being rebuilt below, he stretched out his hands and stretched out his waist, he leaned against the window, crossed his arms, and said to Tulayan behind him:

"I am now the First Archon of the Demon Star Sea Empire, equivalent to your Emperor. With a high position and an entire galaxy, the raging demons will conquer more worlds and more civilizations for me at my command... Why should I go back to this boring world and be an old-fashioned, old-fashioned ascetic paladin again? ”

A sly smile flashed across Casanatyr's face, and he reached out and grabbed the demonic staff that was hovering beside him, and said:

"You may be taking pity on me, but Tulayan, believe me, I'm living a much more comfortable life than you... My happiness is also beyond your imagination. ”

"And what are you here for?"

Grand Knight Tulayan looked at the demon in front of him, and he knew that among the souls of this demon, there was also a part called Tulayan, and this was another him. Just like the relationship between Shore and Hei Shore, but the relationship between the two Tulayans is obviously more complicated.

"Did you cross the distance of the sea of stars and come here specifically to humiliate me?"

"Humiliation? No, no, no. ”

Casanatier flicked his paw and said:

"I'm just here to see how the other 'me' is doing... By the way, there are some 'insignificant' things that you need help with. ”

The Archbishop of the Legion of Light looked at Casanatyr, and he couldn't see the slightest emotion on the face of the Dreadlord. But he instinctively felt that this guy came here and asked him for help, which would definitely not be too simple.

At least not as simple as he says.

"Tell me, something."

Tulayan put down the document in his hand, he looked at the demon, and the demon said:

"Regarding the establishment of diplomatic relations between the Star Sea Empire and the Azeroth civilization. Azeroth defeated the Burning Legion, ended the Burning Crusade, became the savior of the stars, and now even our side is beginning to tell the story of the world of Azeroth. But some people seem to have deliberately ignored that the Star Sea Empire also contributed to the defeat of the Burning Legion. ”

"We are allies, and we should stand together. What's more, the two worlds are so far apart that they are not a threat at all. However, there are some old-fashioned people in this world who are trying their best to oppose the legitimate existence of the Star Sea Empire's 'ambassador zone' in Azeroth, and they even want to send troops to destroy my subordinates. ”

Kasanatir licked his lips with his bright red tongue, he looked at Tulayan in front of him, and he said:

"That's right, I'm talking about the isolated island of Asuna, and Lady Futhraks has been appointed by me as the ambassador of the Star Sea Empire to Azeroth. I need to use your prestige in the Human Empire to convince the diehards to accept Assuna's rightful status... Demons are also life, we are no different from you, Sargeras has terminated the burning expedition, and the Burning Legion is on the verge of disintegration... The next era of the demon civilization is destined to belong to the Star Sea Empire! ”

"Instead of letting the demons wander around in the stars, why don't you help me and let the power of the Star Sea Empire spread to the stars, so that I can put a halter on the heads of those unruly demons."

"They are threats... Threats should be contained. It's good for you and good for us, you know what I mean? ”

Kasanatir's request made Tulayan can't help but close his eyes and ponder. He stretched out his fingers and rubbed his forehead, and after several minutes, he opened his eyes and looked at the demon in front of him, and he nodded:

"I'll try to move this forward, but I can't pack a ticket."

"That's enough!"

Casanatyr nodded in satisfaction, and the cunning Dreaddemon squeezed his eyes at Tulayan:

"You're not the only one I'm looking for... All in all, thanks for the help. And then be kind to yourself... At least find a woman to squeeze out the loneliness, I'll see that little bare hoof guarding you outside the door is good... Have fun in time. ”

With that, Kasanatir let out a sly laugh and disappeared silently into Tulayan's office, just as he had come. And the image in front of the great knight's eyes suddenly dispersed like broken glass.

His eyes opened in the next moment, Tulayan raised his head, looked left and right, the office was empty, the golden sunset was still shining outside the window, and the conversation just now was like a dream.

Tulayan picked up something on the desk in front of him, a ring, a demon ring made from the dreadlord's skull.

It's like a piece of... Gift.

"Huh"

Casanatier can be found in the woodlands of the Tirisfa region. There, the Dreadlord Banazar has taken on the form of the former Great Lich Khadgar, and behind him, there is a floating shadow, among which is the half-orc undead assassin Garona.

Khadgar completed his redemption and set Garona free. Garona has no attachment to Azeroth, and she will follow Khadgar to the Star Empire, deep in the stars, where she will spend the rest of her life.

This can probably be regarded as a lifelong stay in another sense.

"It's time to go."

Kasanatir looked at Khadgar and Garona behind him, and the First Lord of Nasrezm moved his neck and said:

"There's still a lot of work to be done on Nasressa's side, and it's not easy to get those demons to learn to obey the rules. So, let's hurry up and say goodbye to the world. ”

With that, he raised his foot and stepped into the teleportation pillar of the demon starship in front of him, and just as he was about to disappear, Khadgar suddenly asked:

"You say, do we still have a chance to meet those friends we used to have?"

"Yes."

Casanatyr thought seriously for a moment, he raised his head, looked at the sky at dusk, and said:

"If we and they are lucky enough..."

"Probably, we can meet again in the sea of stars."

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"Huh"

Wearing a black robe, Boval. Vortagen's figure, in the form of a projection, appeared in the dimly lit conference hall, and he looked left and right, and said:

"Now that everyone is here, let's get started!"

"Huh"

Bowall's voice was like a sign, and the next moment, the shadows of the chamber were dispelled. Around the stone round table in front of Berval's eyes, the chairs belonging to the Forgotten Kings suddenly appeared, one after the other.

But compared to the heyday of the Council of the Forgotten Kings, there are fewer people sitting here.

King Terenus looked left and right, and beside him, there was a spare chair, and the old man in golden armor sighed:

"Alas, Dai Lin still left, he is such a free person, no one wants to trap him."

"Lord Viren and Lord Anastarian have also left with the High Lord."

Bolval looked at the vacant seat beside him and said:

"It seems that compared to the changes in the world of Azeroth, or the endless scenery of the Death Star Sea, it is more suitable for them."

"Because their mission in this world has been accomplished."

Jean, who had just been transformed into a necromancy, snorted:

"They all talk fiercely, but what they do in their hands is the cause of salvation. Azeroth was saved, and there are still so many civilizations that have not yet been liberated, not to mention, we only have 500 years, which is not short, but it is definitely not long. ”

"Yes! That's what we're going to talk about today. ”

His Excellency Drektar, the Dark Prophet who was the Rotating Speaker, coughed lightly, and the old orc, with a black strip of cloth covering his eyes, picked up the small hammer in his hand and knocked it on the table, and said:

"Before we get down to business, let's talk about the vacant succession of the Forgotten Kings."

"According to the High Lord's proposal before leaving, Garry Vickers, the trade prince of the Rusty Water Chaebol, should occupy a seat, and after that goblin dies... Well, in 57 years, he will be one of us. ”

The other members nodded, the addition of this goblin was hand-picked by the Great Lord, so naturally there were no other objections.

"And the current Emperor, Varian Ureon, who will enter parliament after 87, and the Grand Speaker of the Federation, Van Cleef, who has already started to overeat, and if he is lucky enough, he can live another 34 years, if he is unlucky..."

The orc elder paused, and said in a playful tone:

"Then maybe in a dozen years, we will have a new councillor. So, do you have any opinions on these two candidates? ”

The whole room was calm, and no one had any opinions. Drektar then took out another document and projected it in front of the Forgotten Kings, which resembled the report they had used to judge the progress of civilizations, but its content was very different from the report that represented war and punishment.

"Bang"

Drektar tapped the table with a mallet, and he said solemnly:

"So, let's get down to business."

"About the era that followed, about the mission that the Great Lord left behind before leaving... 500 years to push Azeroth into the era of interstellar colonization, and find a way to resist the Void and restrain it! ”

"How do we move the world forward? How do we get the Azeroth civilization motivated to reach the stars? And how can we ensure that this civilization will not have large-scale infighting and turmoil..."

"How can we fulfill the heavy mission of the Council of Forgotten Kings? These are all questions that we need to consider. ”

"He has given us freedom, and he has given this world a generous freedom and a future..."

"What on earth are we going to do to live up to him?"

"Everyone, speak freely!"