Chapter 1067 20. Gold Coins Call of Glory and War (Part 2)

"You said, why did Dathrohan suddenly invite us here?"

Old Fording, who was wearing a formal dress, stood on the roof of New Hearth Valley, with the endless frozen sea in front of his eyes. The pale cold ice fog was suspended on the sea surface, covering the distant scene. From this height, he could clearly see In the pier of New Hearthglen, in the bay covered with ice and snow, there are several warships docked. They are the Order's sea troops. The number is not large, but it is enough to meet the needs of the death knights hunting demons and evil creatures .

Facing Fording's inquiry, the great knight Mograine leaning on the white railing said casually while tasting the wine in his hand:

"No one knows. That guy was a dull gourd when he was alive, and he was even more silent after he died. But he is not a person who knows how to joke. If he says that one thing is more important, then it must be very important."

The old knight closed his eyes and poured the cold and mellow wine into his mouth. After a few seconds, he breathed a sigh of relief:

"But if you want me to give you an answer, then I guess it should be related to some actions of the "Dark Justice League" not long ago. I heard...they went to the stars."

"Among the stars?"

Old Fording narrowed his eyes, put his hands on the railing, and said:

"It's almost like a dream, as if overnight, the war on the ground can no longer satisfy everyone... Turalyon called us to go to the Temple of Void Light to guard the border leading to the stars, and now the Dark Alliance Heading into the stars again, maybe we are really old, stars, that's where we've never been before."

"That's just another battlefield, Fording."

Mograine drank the wine in his hand, he said indifferently:

"There is no essential difference between here and here. Warriors of various civilizations, armed with various weapons, howl to kill or be killed by opponents, to win glory and spoils. It may be more barbaric than here, but for you and me It seems like a better place to be."

"makes sense."

Old Fording smiled and stopped talking.

He and Mograine have followed their parents on the battlefield since they were young adults. They have spent their entire lives in war. For them, peace is just a preparation for the next war. People like them, regardless of upholding justice Or other concepts have long been integrated with war.

For ordinary people, war is a terrible nightmare, but for people like them, war is life itself.

"It seems that Dathrohan is determined to do something big."

Fording, who was leaning on the railing of the roof, waved to the new visitor below, and he said to Mograine beside him:

"Uther is also here, as well as the Archdruid of the Blightcaller, the Grand Shaman of the Ring of the Earth, and the trade prince of the Goblin Consortium. Oh, those are the members of the Federation. It seems that our old Brother, it's time to stir up a storm that will sweep the world."

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New Hearthglen, this group of fortresses built on the southeast coast of Dragonblight, is the headquarters of the Order in the world of Azeroth. After several years of construction, this group of fortresses originally used for war has gradually evolved into It was a small city, and the empire people who came to Grizzly Hills to pioneer occasionally sold some things here. Because it was protected by the death knights, it was relatively safe, and some pioneers moved their homes here.

Although living next to the undead is psychologically unacceptable, considering the threat of the bearmen and frost trolls in Grizzly Hills, life is more important.

Today, several roads from New Hearthglen to the outside world are under martial law, and heavily armed death knights are patrolling the surrounding snow. They released a large number of ravens to seal off the airspace, using this three-dimensional Guard to ensure that the meeting of the greats in the Cathedral of the Dead in New Hearthglen will not be disturbed.

As the old Fording who arrived earlier said, today's guests are all very noble, and everyone present represents a party's power. They chatted with each other in the simple and quaint death cathedral, and carried out some diplomatic and A political conversation awaits the start of the reception.

No one knows the real purpose of the Orderers holding this reception, but everyone who comes here has their own thinking, and many news cannot be hidden from their eyes, just as Mograine can guess With the same idea, everyone sitting here is a truly smart person, and they are all waiting for the chips offered by the Order.

It is not a simple matter to draw them into the war of the Dark Alliance, unless they can see real benefits.

"Ding"

A sound of metal hitting the glass stopped everyone in the Cathedral of Death from talking. When they looked up, they saw Saidan Dathrohan, the great lord of the Order who had changed into a uniform, stepping up. At the stage, this tall death knight didn't hide his appearance, he lifted off the previous heavy helmet to cover up, and everyone discovered that Dathrohan Knight was a bald...

Uh, well, this is actually nothing, the problem of hair loss, many people have it.

"Everyone."

Knight Dathrohan was not an eloquent leader. He looked at the guests below with his dark blue eyes. He bowed slightly to them, and then said without any preparation, straight to the point:

"Just 2 days ago, the Order of the Order, the Black Scythe Council, and the Illidari, the dark alliance of the three parties cooperated to complete the settlement of the three demon strongholds located in the stars. The first phase of the Star Wars has been completed, and today I invite you to come here to discuss cooperation in the second phase of the war... In order to show our sincerity in cooperating with various forces in Azeroth, I invite you to go to the stars..."

As soon as Dathrohan's words fell, behind him, with the cooperation of the warlocks, another fel stargate prototype was activated, and a vortex-shaped portal shining with fel halo appeared in front of everyone. Like a miniature version of the Dark Gate, between the swirling energy vortexes, dotted with beating starlight, it looks extraordinarily magnificent and fantastic.

And everyone in the audience was frightened by the straightforward description of the death knight.

They guessed the beginning of the story, but failed to guess the end of the story. These lunatics of the Dark Alliance are so calm, so easy to put everything they have obtained through the war under the open and aboveboard reality.

This is a portal leading to the stars, even if everyone is willing to trust the Order, but rushing into such a portal is still not in line with the actions of these big shots.

Everyone looks at me and I look at you, waiting for the first person to act, or rather, waiting for a guinea pig.

"Let me do it."

Holding a glass of wine in his hand, the Great Knight Mograine stood up from the sofa, drank the wine in one gulp, then reached out to take the hammer of the Silver Hand from the attendant, and carried it roughly on the luxurious chair. Behind the dress, he walked forward, everyone made way for the great knight, Mograine stepped on the stage, he looked at Dathrohan's bald head, and said:

"Ten years... all bald, huh?"

The Grand Knight of Dathrohan curled his lips, as if he didn't want to answer this question, but Mograine turned his head, looked at the portal shining with stars in front of him, and said in a low voice:

"Let me make sure again, there's no hell behind this door, right?"

"It's not a joke! Alessandro."

Dathrohan turned around, straightened his clothes, and stepped into the portal under the watchful eyes of everyone. The great knight Mograine followed his footsteps and stepped into it without any fear. Some emotional ladies in the audience couldn't help but let out exclamations, but just ten seconds later, the great knight Mograine walked out of the vortex again.

The great knight waved his hand, as if to disperse the bad smell from his body. Standing on the stage, he said to the big figures below:

"No problem, it's safe over there, with breathable air, complete land, and trustworthy guards, uh, ladies, it's better to prepare an extra silk scarf, the smell over there...is not very good It smells good."

Grand Knight Mograine is a loyal Knight of the Holy Light, his guarantee is trustworthy, and after Grand Knight Mograine, another great knight of the Order of the Silver Dawn, Old Fording, and the representative of the Holy Light The great knight Uther from the church and some holy knights of the Holy Light entered the portal first, followed by the arch druid staghelmet of the Blightcaller, and then the great shaman Nobundo.

The pure politicians waited until everyone was almost gone, then stood up slowly, put on the light armor brought by the attendants, put on the enchanted mask, and took the life-saving accessories, and then stood up among the fully armed warriors. Under the escort, walked into the portal.

In order to take care of these dignitaries who seldom go to the battlefield, the warlocks deliberately lowered the frequency of the star gate to a minimum, which makes the energy pressure on the life passing through the portal less, but even so, there are still a few delicate After the weak lady stepped through the star gate, she was urgently sent to the treatment hall of the Black Sickle Council because of the strong sulfur smell surging here.

Men don't want to lose face in front of other people. It's really hard, but they still have cigars in their mouths and canes, pretending not to care.

However, after stepping out of the portal hall and seeing the outside world, everyone's eyes became dull at this moment.

In order to take care of the fragile minds of the dignitaries of Azeroth, the portal of the Dark Alliance was not directly opened in Niscala, which was still in a state of war, or Xoros, which was still shrouded in the fog of death, but was chosen at the very end. Safe scar scar crack, but even so, standing among the stars for the first time, seeing the lonely and boundless starry sky still makes these beings walking on the earth feel shocked.

In front of their eyes, the gravel belt composed of the stones of the broken world spreads all over the horizon, as well as the ruins of the world that has completely collapsed in the center of the gravel belt, a third of the earth's crust and the core of the world polluted by evil energy. The dark green magma flowing in the void, and further away, the dying red sun.

All of this is so shocking.

Some vulnerable people turned pale with fright, and subconsciously retreated, wanting to return to the warm and lovely Azeroth through the portal, but the portal had been completely closed.

"Welcome everyone to step into the stars."

A deep voice sounded in front of the crowd who were stunned by the stars. They turned their heads and saw the great warlock Kel'Thuzad standing there, and the Dalaran archmage Rhonin beside him. Obviously, when the others came to the stars, Before, the great warlock had already completed a deal with the mages of Dalaran through his own relationship.

The fact that Luo Ning can appear here means that the Council of Six is ​​on the side of the Warlocks.

"Master Luo Ning? Why are you here?"

The special envoy who came here on behalf of the kingdom of high elves, Lord Lor'themar Theron looked at the helpless archmage in surprise. The latter shrugged and said in a low voice:

"Because the Dreadscar Rift will become Dalaran's magical observation station among the stars, as well as a base for some magical experiments that are not suitable for Azeroth, the Council of Six has voted that we will build a town here, the name It's all set up, it's called the Kirin Tor town."

Having said that, Luo Ning glanced at the great warlock beside him, and he said against his will:

"This place is actually pretty good, you'll know it after you stay a little longer."

"Okay, everyone, please allow me to take you on a tour of the Dreadscar Rift. Friends who are interested in watching the demonic war can follow the Illidari fighters to the Niscala battlefield. Friends who are interested in special civilizations and antiquities We can choose to go to Xoroth."

Kel'Thuzad clapped his hands and focused everyone's attention on him:

"Believe me, everyone, you can find everything you need here... Oh, by the way, where are the members of the Federation? Follow my warlocks to receive your starship."

Kel'Thuzad's narrowed eyes flashed a strange light:

"The starship that Speaker Edwin ordered from us has already docked at the starport in the Dreadscar Rift."

As soon as the words of the great warlock fell, several congressmen on the Federation side immediately became excited. Before they came, they had indeed heard about the starship from Speaker Van Cleef. They thought it was just a joke, but they did not expect There is actually a starship belonging to the Federation here.

Compared with the happy faces of the federal congressmen, the faces of several representatives of the king on the side of the empire immediately became very gloomy.

They don't know if this is an ulterior PY deal between the Federation and the Dark Alliance, but there is no doubt that the Federation has now received the starships gifted by the warlocks. In the field of star exploration, the great empire has fallen behind again !

This is simply intolerable!

Now it seems that the empire must enter the game of Star Wars!

Fuck the federation!