Azeroth’s Death Track

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The gnomish hero Ella. The magic thread is missing.

Some people say that she died in the radiation mist of Gnomeregan, and some people said that she was infected by radiation and became a leprosy gnome and became a member of those rebels, but those gnomes rescued by Ella There is always hope. They think Major Ella is just tired. She just did not disturb anyone and left quietly. In a corner of this continent, their hero may be helping others.

In short, the pain will gradually diminish with time. Those surviving gnomes, with the help of the dwarves, struggled to resume life in the cold surface of Kazmodan, planning to retake their city, and some dwarfs Unwilling to face the tragedy of national ruin, they left Kazmodan and went to other alliance countries.

The arrival of these little men has injected new vitality into the Arazar Empire that is about to be rebuilt. A group born out of the Alliance but higher than the Alliance is about to rebuild on this disaster-ridden land. That seems to mean that a The arrival of a new era.

"My sister, please forgive me for not saying goodbye to you. As I said, my mission as a living has come to an end. I will go on a long journey to face the most painful memory in my heart and face it, and Solve it. Don't worry about me, live a good life, maybe...maybe we have another day to meet again."

With the brief letter left by her sister, the sad high-level wizard Julie. The Magic Thread also left Kazmodan, and did not even go to see the statues of gnomes set up at the entrance of Gnomeregan for her sister, She vaguely guessed what her sister was going to do. Before going to find her sister, she urgently needed more information about the undead and the world of Draenor.

And in Dalaran, there is also a questioning session about Archmage Millhouse Mana Storm's accidental disappearance in the Gnomeregan disaster, requiring her to attend.

In short, although the disaster has passed, the mark it left to everyone is far from dissipating.

And the loss of Gnomeregan only represents the beginning of the rampage of the stone palate in the entire Kazmodan area... these monsters that have the same origin as the dwarves will become dwarves in the future. The most troublesome trouble will attract most of their attention, make their military powers stretched, and make them and their human allies drift away.

The spread of the animal disease in the Kingdom of Gilneas has also become the most troublesome trouble for the kings and ministers. After the night, the whole country will become turbulent, and even the capital area has appeared the werewolf trace; in the territory of Alterac A group of thieves called Syndicate ushered in a wave of cleansing. The arrogant and incompetent noble leader was executed by the rebellious subordinates, eliminating the cowardice in the system. This gray organization is growing rapidly in the disordered area.

The seemingly quiet Kingdom of Storms is also brewing with storms. The arrears of the Stonemasons Brotherhood have reached five months, and the nobles who are responsible for communicating with the workers have become more arrogant and impatient. In the Holy Light Cathedral Within the sacred hall, the power struggle between Archbishop Benedictus and Privy Cardinal Chaldean Morgan also intensified.

Differentiate, weaken, nibble... This strange circle with some kind of dark intention has appeared in Gilneas, Alterac, Kazmodan, and the Kingdom of Storms, as we said, before any disaster comes, it has its own Weak signs, it’s time to test the vision of leaders...if they can’t stop these bad flames in time, then soon the wildfires that are ignited will burn them and their country.

In history, there is always an invisible black hand that controls everything. When the black hand is no longer satisfied with the moment hidden behind the scenes, it means that the real cataclysmic era is about to open.

We will wait, observers, we will wait patiently as before...

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Ella’s journey back to Draenor is a long one. Four years after the end of the Orc Wars, the dark magic warlock caster is still banned by most of the Alliance’s countries, except in Dalaran, they can be in the sewers. In addition to the study in the gutter, in other countries, once discovered, the warlocks will be executed as witches or wizards.

In the underground city of Gnomeregan, Lord Kurtaz is not intimidating Ella. In fact, he really has that power.

Therefore, Ella had to carefully hide her identity, and it took almost half a month to reach the land of curse. The high-level knights who were looking for the remaining tombs in the orc war on the edge of the land of curse discovered After Ella had identified herself, in the middle of a night with lightning and thunder, the door of darkness opened briefly, sending her into the outer realm.

In the special status of Ella, she was "escorted" by four high-level knights, starting from the dead Hellfire Peninsula, and finally came to the shadowy moon sea that has become a beautiful turquoise bay.

That's where the dark temple is.

"Da da da"

Ella’s light footsteps sounded in the passage of the Dark Temple, and accompanied her to the rooftop palace. The new Dark Temple master, Lord Lorwin, the little nobleman who was born in the Elwynn Forest had completely entered In view of his role, he wore a brief black tuxedo, meticulous hair combing meticulously, and white gloves on his hands, which looked gentle and gentle.

"I heard that before my arrival, you were the steward of this magnificent palace."

Lord Lorvin whispered to Ella:

"So you are also my predecessor."

"Yes, when I was here, the palace had not floated. It was grander and wider than it is now. It is located at the end of Shadowmoon Valley, like a sleeping beast that rules the earth."

Ella's eyes swept over the decorated temple stairs, and there was a miss in her voice:

"I’ve been here for 3 years, it’s like my home, it’s weird, right? A living person, adapted to this quietness that infiltrates into the soul, when I return to the world of the living person again, in every When I dream back at midnight, I will feel that this is my home."

"Of course, who won't?"

Lord Lorvin smiled: "Although I have only lived here for 6 months, I also treat it as a home... Your Majesty Tyraine values ​​you very much, Ms. Ella, even if she is sleeping, After hearing the news of your arrival, he still arranged this meeting. This is my personal little curiosity, how a living person occupies such an important position in the Dark Blade Knights, you are willing to answer me Curious?"

The problem of the ghost housekeeper made Ella silent for a moment, and as she stepped into the last ladder of the rooftop, she whispered:

"I don’t matter, Mr. Housekeeper. The reason why Tyrion values ​​me so much is only because...I am a traitor, I have betrayed him, and I am the first to betray this system since its establishment. Traitor, nothing more."

This answer made Lord Lorvin's eyes wide. In front of him, Ella adjusted her hood and stepped onto the rooftop. She looked back at the ghost housekeeper and said softly:

"Now, I come to atonement."

The gnome walked into the rooftop where the dark stone pillars were erected. To her surprise, there was another living person here. It was a little Draenei girl in a skirt. She was wielding a shovel and condensing in Tyrion. On the edge of the throne of heavy ice, repairing the improper ice thorns, and from the flame around the shovel, this little girl is not an ordinary person.

Judging from the ice scattered around the throne, it is clear that she has been doing this "work" for a long time.

"Yes, get it done!"

A few minutes later, Dornan stood up and wiped the sweat on her forehead. She took a step back, akimbo, and looked at her achievement with satisfaction. Around the father’s sleeping throne, the ice thorns that affected the overall beauty had been She rubbed it off by hand.

"It looks much more beautiful, Dad, so you will feel more comfortable sitting... No need to thank, this is what I should do."

The little girl smiled triumphantly. She put away her small shovel, climbed up the cold throne clumsily, and then leaned against Tyrion's arms that were placed on both sides of the armrest, just like a father's hug The same girl.

"Dad, when will you wake up? I want you and your mom to take me to Nagrand...Mr. Lorvin hates it the most, I hate him and the noble etiquette he teaches..."

She murmured a few words, then shook her head and changed to a more comfortable posture. She slept so deeply. From beginning to end, the little girl did not find Ella hiding behind the stone pillar.

"After you left, the world has changed a lot... Ella, I thought I would never see my "loyal" steward again."

Tyrion’s low, hollow voice suddenly sounded in Ella’s heart, causing the gnome to raise her head violently, and she saw the black lord of the dark blade sitting on the black steel throne, whose body and throne were frozen, he seemed Not awake, but Ella knew that the king had never actually slept.

Ella took a deep breath and came out from behind the pillar, kneeling in front of Tyrion on one knee, she whispered:

"I'm back, Your Majesty, I..."

"Call me Tyrion... As the first old members to join Darkblade, you have this qualification."

Tyrion interrupted Ella, his hollow voice rolling in the heart of the gnome:

"I feel it, Ella, your body is full of dark magic, you become a warlock, it seems that when you were in your leisure time in the dark temple, you were not idle, you were ingesting knowledge and power, and letting They are for your use, which is very good, I really did not misunderstand you, then, how are you living in the world of the living? Why are you coming back?"

Ella was silent for a few seconds, then lowered her head and said softly:

"I left Dark Blade because I felt that I was a living being. In the choice between life and death, I should stand on the side of life, but I was wrong, Your Majesty."

"When I returned to the world of the living, I was already out of tune with it. It was full of meaningless noise. Everyone said it was a good life, but in fact every day they were wasting their lives, People are arguing about things that are so confusing, they have never thought of dedicating their strength to a greater cause, and squandering their talents, and a little bit of cold soup is enough to make them feel... happy."

"Leaders are cowardly and incompetent. Even in the face of disasters, they do not have enough power to protect those who follow them. I used to represent a civilized society. They were combined in a chaotic and nonchalant manner. It’s enough to make that chaotic system collapse in an instant, and what is even more unbearable is that they are satisfied with everything they have created, and they are reluctant to continue to move forward!”

Ella took a deep breath, she looked up and looked at the King of Dark Blades in front of her:

"As you said, I saw the weaknesses that life could not conceal. Under their arrogance, stubbornness, cowardice, and untimely arrogance, they were beating with fear. They were not brave enough or united enough. They had no direction. They were blind. ...I tried to persuade myself to reintegrate into them, but I couldn't do it...the world of me and the living is out of place."

"So, did you make a choice?"

Tyrion’s voice softened:

"You chose us again?"

"I don’t dare to hope to rejoin Dark Blade. I am here with the firmest determination. I only hope that my betrayal will be forgiven once. For this, I am willing...I am willing to give up my life completely and truly become you Of followers..."

Ella’s voice sounded very sincere, but a moment later, Tyrion refused the request:

"You're lying, Ella... you tried to hide me, but the sounding words can't change your true purpose of coming here. Are your accusations of life to please me? You cunning gnomes... you Come for Lumi, right?"

Ella's body shook, but in the end, she nodded silently.

"I hurt her feelings, I betrayed the friendship between us, you are right, I did come for her."

"Then the power to decide whether to forgive you is not with me. Go to Lumi, she has the final decision. If she decides to accept you again, then I won't have an opinion."

Tyrion's voice subsided a little, and Ella nodded silently. She stood up and turned away from the platform. At the moment she entered the shadow, Tyrion's voice rang once in her heart. .

"Welcome home, Ella."

The gnome's footsteps stopped, her body trembling, although maybe it was just a polite, but Terion's words made her feel a weird warmth, she hurriedly wiped the tears in the corner of her eyes, almost Stepped off the roof.

In the shadow of the shadow, on the icy throne, the King of Dark Blades was still sleeping, as indifferent as ever, but in his arms, there was a little girl who slept soundly.

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