Chapter 1083 36. Wish

"Mr. Nouri, I have your letter!"

A night elf girl riding a big-horned deer threw a letter into the mailbox in front of the tree house. The child with a wreath on her head shouted at the people in the room, and then grabbed the big-horned deer's horns, Urging his partner to carry him to the other side, there are still many letters in the rucksack on the back of the big horned deer.

This little girl is the postman in the elf town of Mount Hyjal. Every Monday, she will pick up all the letters in the town from the post office in Mount Hyjal and deliver them within 2 days. Then use the remaining 2 days to collect the letters written by the residents of the small town, and then deliver them to the post office on Friday.

Azeroth's postal system is a god-like existence system. It has appeared as early as the era of the troll empire. The elf empire inherited that system, and then developed and expanded, and finally spread to the entire world. The postal system is A huge force independent of the country and civilization, they do not participate in any political activities, they just do their own thing well.

According to the statistics of the masters of Dalaran, there are nearly 600,000 people serving the postal system throughout Azeroth, and only such a large number of employees can guarantee the operation of the postal system of the entire world, and it is said that the mysterious The blue dragons are maintaining the operation of the system. They will use weird magic systems to deliver different letters to post offices in different regions.

Becoming a postman is a good career choice. The postal system pays well. They will equip postmen in different regions with different means of transportation. For example, the trainee postman in Mount Hyjal, this little girl got a lively and brave head , and a beautiful big-horned deer as a mount, and on the Federation side, it is said that the postmen will deliver letters on a cool one-person motorcycle.

And the most legendary thing is the hinterland of the Northrend continent. The mounts of the postmen who see the dragons and see their tails are young dragons!

It has to be said that although the vast majority of people in the world of Azeroth have used mail services, few people pay attention to those hard-working postmen. People know very little about this mysterious system, but it exists , is also mysterious.

"Snapped"

A few minutes later, the door of this night elf-style tree house was opened. Nuri Velen, who was rubbing his eyes, glanced out, then bent down and picked up the letter at his feet. The draenei is the most unique resident in the night elf town. He seldom goes out, but the elves living here know that this draenei is an enthusiastic person.

He occasionally shared some snacks with the children, and he also helped the elves who gradually accepted the outside culture repair some simple mechanical gadgets, such as pocket watches, such as the ore radio that appeared in Mount Hyjal recently, and so on.

But few people know that under Nuri's gentle and kind appearance, there is a vicissitudes and gloomy soul hidden. He is not as young as he appears on the surface, nor is he as happy as he appears on the surface.

In his tree house, Nuri sat on a chair and opened the letter in his hand. The draenei frowned at the first glance.

"Mr Nouri:"

"We are very pleased to see that you have integrated into the life of Azeroth and found your purpose in life, which is certainly what your father wanted to see."

"As for your recent cooperation with the Dark Alliance, we have also seen it. The world believes that the victory of the Dark Alliance among the stars is due to the desperate efforts of the warlocks and demon hunters, as well as their good luck, but we know very well , all of this is inseparable from the key information you gave, and you are the founder of this hard-won victory."

"We know very well what your cooperation with the Dark Alliance is for, but with all due respect, relying on the weak strength of the Dark Alliance, it will take too much time for you to achieve your goal among the stars, and, they It's also hard to do what you want them to do, so stop wasting time."

"Three days later, on the coast of Azshara, at midnight, face the brightest star in the sky of the endless sea, in that direction, you will see our messenger, and he will bring you a hope and a mission."

"We know what you want!"

"Hometown, you want to use your hometown to arouse the inner glory and courage of your clansmen, and we will give you this opportunity!"

"But remember! If you choose to accept this hope, then that heavy mission will also rest on your shoulders..."

"There's no need to guess who we are, you'll know when you see it."

"Also, let's change the way of thinking... If you can't find your way home in this strange world, why not let your home come to you?"

"swish"

After Nuri read this not-so-long letter, when he read the last word, a strange flame suddenly appeared on the envelope, and in the blink of an eye, the envelope burned in the palm of Nuri Exhausted, the ashes, the flames, were all cold, did not bring any warmth, and did not hurt Nuri even the slightest.

Very eerie scene.

Moreover, the letter was not signed. Obviously, the person who wrote the letter did not want the letter to be seen by others, and this kind of secretive style made Nuri probably guess who sent the letter.

He was a little hesitant whether to go to the appointment or not.

Since Nuri left the Draenei city of Shatar in Northrend, he has been very close to the Illidari Legion. He did not hide his past identity from Illidan, and Illidan was not the kind of executive An absolutely righteous paladin, after Nuri gave Illidan the phase coordinates of some Burning Legion strongholds, he became the "military advisor" of the Illidari Legion.

Recently, Nuri has been busy on Mount Hyjal, cooperating with the Dark Alliance, trying to open up a new battlefield among the stars.

But the problem is that after carefully observing the strength of the Dark Alliance, Nuri is a little disappointed. Illidan's legion is very strong, but he is still powerless to help Nuri realize his wish, even with the entire Dark Alliance. .

Nuri wanted to take back Argus, the home planet of the Draenei from the demons, and that place was one of the strongholds of the Burning Legion. There were countless demons there. Even if the Dark Alliance was willing to desperately help, Nuri would not Might take them there to die.

And at this juncture, this letter appeared in Nuri's hands, and that force swore that they could help the Draenei realize his wish. This seemed like a big talk, but Nuri felt that if Ai If there is another force in Xerath that can do all this, then it must be the group of guys who follow death.

He had seen with his own eyes the power and resources those guys possessed, and if it was them, Nuri could indeed give it a go.

But the problem is...

The behavior style of the group of dark blades is really incomprehensible. Nuri is very worried that once he enters it, he will become part of another large-scale conspiracy. He hates conspiracy.

After 30 minutes, Nuri thought over and over again, and finally decided to go to the appointment.

He inherited his father's legacy. He must find the last piece of the puzzle for the missing soul of the draenei, but he is not willing to give up if there is a glimmer of hope.

This guy is a person who crawled out of the real hell. In this world, there is nothing worthy of his fear.

Nuri walked out of the tree house with a big backpack on his back. Under the sunshine of Mount Hyjal, the draenei turned and locked the door. He looked at the key in his hand, and then put it on the window. He glanced back at the quiet town under the sun, and he had a hunch in his heart that no matter what the outcome of this adventure, he might never come back here again...

What a pity, he still likes to come to this quiet place.

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Three days later at midnight, on the coast of Azshara, Nuri, wearing a black cloak and leaning on a traveling stick, looked at the gloomy sky speechlessly.

The sea surface of Azshara tonight is full of strong winds. It is obvious that a big storm is about to come here. In such a gloomy weather, there are no stars at all, but those undead with twitching brains want to set the password of the joint as "The brightest star in the night"...

This is how to do?

Nuri widened his eyes helplessly, trying hard to see the starlight hidden above the clouds above the gloomy eye of the storm, but only a prophet like his father, a top astrologer, could be in the sky. Seeing the hidden stars in this weather, Nuri is a fighter, he has no such talent and skills at all.

And just when the draenei was scratching his head anxiously, in the dark water in front of his eyes, a huge and deep shadow, like a giant beast in the deepest trench of the deep sea, was quietly coming from the bottom of the sea. float up.

A moment later, amidst a violent collision sound, in the black maelstrom filled with torrents, the terrifying dark battleship Sea Majesty, like a floating iceberg, brazenly appeared in front of Nuri. At the moment when the bright thunder flashed across the sky, in the darkness that was briefly illuminated, on the bow of the battleship, a man wearing a black captain's uniform and holding a trident was looking down at him.

"Nuri Velen?"

The sea demon king Dai Lin looked at the Draenei who was putting on a defensive posture in front of him. There was no special expression in his eyes as cold as the sea. Seeing that Nuri nodded, Dai Lin waved his finger. The battleship like a giant beast in the abyss stretched out sections of sides made of wet and weird bones, reaching Nuri's feet.

"Come on! Or, turn around and leave, whatever you want!"

After saying a word, Dai Lin leaned on her trident and turned around, disappearing on the deck like a phantom.

In the cold, windy and stormy darkness, Nuri looked at the weird ladder in front of him, exuding the coldness of death. He didn't hesitate for too long, he grabbed the ladder made of wet bones, and in the cold perception , he quickly climbed onto the ship's side of the Sea King Power, which is nearly 35 meters high, and a ghostly waiter appeared in front of his eyes. The neatly dressed waiter opened the door of the dark cabin for him, and then said "please" pose.

Nuri walked into it, and the next moment, the King of the Seas dived under the sea again in the turbulence of the sea, and at the moment this ghost ship dived into the sea, all the storms on the entire sea of ​​Azshara, all The cloud and lightning disappeared at this moment.

It's not that ghost ships always appear in gloomy storms, but when ghost ships appear, they are always accompanied by storms that destroy everything...

"Yo, you're a little late."

In a certain cabin of this ghost ship, when Nuri opened the door, he accidentally saw a real acquaintance.

The death lord Yrel, who was wearing casual clothes, was packing a large backpack. When she turned around, she saw Nuri standing there. The sister hoof smiled at the fellow who had met once before, and then raised her feet and threw it to Nouri.

"Take this!"

Yrel handed a box to Nuri with a confused face. The latter took it in his hand and opened it. The next moment, a green fluorescent light reflected on his blue face. In an instant, Nuri frowned:

"What's this?"

"Part of the Sargerite Keystone!"

Yrel explained in short words:

"You should have heard the legend of this stone in the legion. Our archlich told me that this thing can help you return to Argus as quickly as possible, as long as you know how to use it, so in the next 3 days , you must master the method of using this stone as quickly as possible, and then return to the world of Argus and hide there."

Sister Ti picked up a letter with magic and a ring from the table next to her, and handed them to the compatriots in front of her:

"And this, this is your mission, and your mission signal stone, when the stone is broken, you can open this letter, and then just follow the description in the letter."

"So, what do you want me to do?"

Nuri looked at the green space stone in his hand, and asked suspiciously:

"You can't just throw me a strange object like this, and then let me go back to Argus to stand by. I'm not an undercover agent, and I haven't received training in this area. Do you even ask me to do charades?"

"It's not that I didn't tell you! Nouri."

Yrel said seriously:

"It's just that I don't know. This letter was written by the great lord himself. Unless the time comes, no one can open it. I don't have time to explain this to you... A war is coming soon, just In Azeroth, this is a tough fight, and even we will have to do whatever it takes to win."

Timei raised her fist and thumped Nuri on the chest:

"Remember, you are Velen's son! Be presentable!"

"And now, I'm going to the battlefield. If all goes well, we may meet again in Argus soon."