Chapter 607 68.<Kul Tiras Two Dragons> Me and the World and Me
"Emissary of the Storm God failed, Lothar's army is advancing towards Boralus."
King Daelin stood on a ridge between Tiragarde Sound and Stonetalon Valley, leaning on his cane and looking towards the city.
Although his body has been weak, his eyesight is still good.
At this time, you can clearly see the surrounding city without a telescope from a high position.
The death cry of the Warbringer spread from Hearthstone County to the surroundings, causing restlessness in the world. This also made Daelin stop his journey to Stormsong Valley and make a special trip here to view the battlefield.
"Lord Ashvane, can you really control this level of war?"
The king asked in his mind and got a pessimistic answer.
Ashvane Family is also good at business and political struggle. He is especially good at deceiving superiors and deceiving subordinates, placing their people throughout the country, and is greedy.
Lord Ashvane did a lot of inappropriate things during his time as Kingdom Regent. He thought he was hiding it very well. After all, Daelin was now a "sick man" and couldn't manage things at all. But the facts proved that he had indeed underestimated Daelin's keenness.
Daelin doesn't like being a king, but that doesn't mean he's not good at it.
At least through the Navy Department's network of retired officers and veterans who are spread throughout the country's political system, Daelin still has its own information channels.
As the commander-in-chief of the country's military forces, Lord Ashvane cannot stop Daelin from meeting representatives of these veterans.
They can purge the kingdom's army, but they cannot purge civilians who no longer have military ranks.
Daelin learned many things from his informant, including that Lord Ashvane connived at her fat wife to "privatize" the kingdom's most notorious national institution Tol Dagor at a humiliating price.
It's hard to say what Kingdom Regent wants to do with those heinous and extremely dangerous criminals, but it is certain that Ashvane Family is also gathering his own power in private, and his appearance is extremely ugly.
This is not what a self-proclaimed "loyal minister" should do.
Those veterans also said many other things to Daelin. Although the king found that he could not always remember what they said, and it was even difficult to remember the faces of each of them, he could feel his "abnormality".
He could feel that in the eyes of the officers and veterans who were loyal to him, he seemed to have become "another person".
Daelin already knew when he was very young that self-feeling cannot be taken seriously. Only you in the eyes of others are the real you.
Therefore, when others think you have changed, there is a high probability that you have actually undergone some unknown changes in some places.
"Maybe we should go back?"
Daelin King said to several silent and powerful guards beside him:
"Although I am weak at this time, I can still sit in the city. I think when the Warriors see me, their will to resist the Lothar invasion will be stronger. If Boralus falls, Kul Tiras will be finished."
"No need, Your Majesty."
The captain of the guard in black stretched out his hand to support the weak king, and said in a deep voice:
"How noble you are, and now you are weak. You cannot take risks. Lord Ashvane is Kingdom Regent who was promoted by you personally. You should give him some confidence. Your loyal Boralus City is not that easy to fall!
It is the largest and most magnificent city on South Seas. Even if the hateful careerist Lothar invades the city, he will still face a "street fight" that he absolutely cannot win."
"But I didn't find much Warrior in the city."
Daelin said in surprise:
"Are there other armies that I don't know about?"
"Well, Your Majesty, you will hurt the hearts of your "subjects" by saying these words. Have you forgotten? Kul Tiras is never just the earth that mortal eyes can see."
The black-clothed guard said hoarsely:
"Where those fools can't see, your loyal ministers have been waiting for your call. As long as you give an order, this land will obey all your instructions. Your sleeping subjects will wake up, your Invincible battleship will sail out from Sea of Darkness, and your army will fight for you and seize all the land under the light for you.
Yes!
Just wear your crown, hold your trident, and wear your Holy Crest"
"He" coughed and persuaded Daelin:
"Your loyal Tidesagess have prepared all this for you at Storm Temple. The three abyss sacred objects are waiting for you to hold and take them. Our trip is to escort you to the "coronation".
The guests have arrived and we cannot keep them waiting any longer.
Let's go, Your Majesty, get on the road as soon as possible, don't keep Tidesage God waiting, He treats you as a family member, and you will never let your family down.
Right?"
Daelin King rubbed his brows vigorously. After a moment, he nodded and said:
"But there are still people in the city. The people are not there. I have not seen civilians on the streets. There are no people in the city anymore."
"Your subjects are waiting for you on the "other side", Your Majesty. They will all participate in your coronation ceremony. As long as the ceremony is completed, they can return to their cities."
The black-clothed guard pulled Daelin towards the carriage parked next to him. He unseemly stuffed the king who seemed to be in chaos into the carriage, and then quickly rushed to Stormsong Valley under the escort of several other people.
Storm Temple's ceremony cannot be delayed.
Although the biggest "fish" will most likely not be caught in the net, N'Zoth will not choose to abandon the entire nest just because he failed to catch the big fish he wanted.
Now that Lothar is here, don't leave, and immerse yourself in N'yalotha's Waking Dream with all the "just heroes" he brought!
Supreme Star Soul has trained them very well, so I will accept it without mercy.
In the speeding carriage, Daelin's screams of pain could be heard from time to time. The weak king seemed to be trapped in some kind of painful ritual, but the guards driving the carriage were unmoved.
"He" knows this is normal.
The process of being distorted in thinking and reshaping cognition has always been painful. If it were not for the unique connection between Proudmoore family and Kul Tiras and this sea, Master N'Zoth would not have to choose this strong-willed king to serve as the "anchor". It would actually be more in Void Faction's interests to replace him with someone who is easier to be fooled and guided.
But now that we have reached this point, apart from having to bite the bullet and go down, there is no time left for Thousand Tentacle Demon to change the candidate.
In the bumpy carriage, King Daelin looked around with sharp eyes, and then he pinched his throat and let out a cry of pain. He was still very weak, but in fact he was not as weak as he seemed to others.
The king was leaning in the carriage.
He kept making a sound every ten seconds, rubbing his forehead and thinking carefully. He felt like he was still trapped in a "fog", but he knew that he didn't have much time left for him.
He must find some people who can help him before the "coronation" is completed.
Thinking of this, the king carefully took out the paper and pen hidden in his sleeve and wrote on it:
"Are you still there?"
He stared at the paper, but relaxed the control of his body. After a moment, another person seemed to control his hand and wrote on the paper:
"Of course, ever since this unlucky guy found his contact information, I've been waiting for you to update your miserable life. Idiot, it's already a fun way to relieve boredom in my boring flying career. Come on, continue to talk about your situation."
"It's too late! The coronation ceremony begins in a few hours."
The king quickly wrote:
"Just Stormsong Valley, you are here to help me, I can't find anyone else."
"I will help you, you coward. Behave decently, and give me a direction in Storm Temple. At least let me know where you are."
The guy grabbed King Daelin's hand and replied, so the king just wrote a sentence himself and screamed in pain, then relaxed his body and let "the other guy" answer.
The whole process was very scary, just like Daelin playing the game "Pen Fairy" on a whim, and having a lot of fun with his "invisible friend".
The "friend" he accidentally discovered a few days ago showed him a clear path, so the king asked:
"How should I inform you?"
". You are really asking me this. Wait a minute, I will ask a professional to ask."
After writing this sentence, the paper and pen remained motionless for a long time, until King Daelin himself gave up, and his fingers suddenly started moving again.
"We are here, Your Majesty, are you okay? It's time to get off the car."
The carriage stopped at this moment.
The voice of the guard in black sounded from outside, and the lock of the car door was twisted.
Dead hand!
Move quickly!
Daelin King urged frantically, and at the moment when his heart was in his throat, he finally saw the content on the paper. He didn't even have time to pretend, so he opened his mouth and stuffed the paper and pen into his mouth.
Fortunately, I used a small charcoal pencil that can be crushed, otherwise I wouldn't be able to hide it.
"Bang"
The car door opened, and the black-clothed guards were surprised to see His Majesty covering his mouth in pain with a pale face. When he spread his palms, the trace of blood startled the guards.
Didn't you say this was just a spiritual spell? How could it make Daelin so weak that he vomited blood?
The king was also in real pain.
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The charcoal fragments I swallowed made my throat sore.
This little chaos immediately attracted the attention of the crowd who greeted the king at the foot of Storm Temple's hillside steps. The king's "lover", the blood-scaled Naga's mistress Queen Fyasia, swaying her "true water snake waist", stepped forward, pushed the black-clothed guard away, and gently helped Daelin out of the carriage.
The weak king looked at the charming Naga in front of him.
The latter's scales, her cold eyes that pretended to be gentle, and her six hands made King Daelin feel nervous, but he smiled and kissed the cold and greasy scales in a yearning gesture.
"I'm here to be crowned."
He looked at the group of "guests" in front of him who came to congratulate him and said loudly:
"Where are my crown, scepter and Holy Crest? Bring them up, I can't wait."
But in his heart, he shouted "sun" crazily.
Yes.
This was the advice given to him by the invisible friend across the street, call for the sun.
The king didn't know if this was of any use. After all, it had been raining heavily in Stormsong Valley for a long time, and the sun hadn't been seen here in almost a few months.
But just when he was surrounded by his "lover" and stepped onto the cold and dark stairs, when he called the sun for the seventh time, a voice finally answered him.
"Your smile should be more sincere. The smile you squeeze out now cannot be hidden from those keen "guests". Well, among your guests are seven legendary K'thir Warlock, three Chaos Heralds under Faceless One General and N'Zoth.
Not bad.
It's really a team of talented people."
The voice said teasingly:
"But don't worry, mice always think they have a great advantage when they are in a crowd, but as long as a hungry cat appears, they will disperse in a hurry."
"Please tell me you are the cat who is about to appear!"
The king asked pleadingly, and the voice smiled in his heart and said:
"No, I'm the cat's shit-catcher."
"Anyway, have the courage to fight these monsters and ghosts. Those good cats who are best at catching mice are already on their way."
"What a poor guy! He must now be forced to stay with a group of monsters and monsters, waiting for his fate in a palace full of monsters."
On the Arathi Empire's war airship, Admiral Daelin said sarcastically to the commanders who had gathered around him:
"Imagine the scene. You are the only "person" at a banquet, and everyone else is eager to welcome you to become one of them, or even worse! They will treat you as food or a plaything."
"Uh, do you need me to remind you, Your Majesty the General, who is taunting other unlucky people?"
General Stiltek, who was fully armed, was leaning on Arathi people's iconic flaming sword. She said with a strange expression:
"The "unlucky guy" you are laughing at is most likely another you. So, has the self-deprecating humor of you Kul Tiras people reached this point?"
"Hey, he is he and I am me. We are obviously two different individuals. Why do we say we are the same person?"
The admiral was very unconvinced and took out an orange, put it to his mouth and took a bite. He gritted his teeth at the soreness and grinned again:
"But this guy's predicament is really the funniest joke I've heard this year. He was actually invited by a group of monsters and ghosts to be "Void King". Wow, look at this treatment.
Terenas, who is already far away in heaven, has never been there either.
If that guy is the other me, this fully proves that Void Creature is really "knowledgeable" and they know who can lead them to victory."
It makes old Daelin proud.
Seeing his proud look, the people around him were quite helpless. Why doesn't this make sense?
If another Daelin really puts on the crown, holds the scepter, and wears Holy Crest, then when he falls into the void, he will definitely "drag" General Daelin in with him.
In fact, now everyone is very suspicious that the reason why N'Zoth divided Daelin into "two" and stole the "Tandred" that only Jaina can remember is to continuously weaken the will of King Daelin to resist.
"But is the method we gave him really okay?"
The admiral was chewing an orange. He glanced at the compass and chart at hand and said:
"At the current flight speed, we will reach Stormsong Valley in another hour and a half. At that time, there will be a storm blown by the "Wind God" to cover our approach to the temple, but with such a small number of people, we are destined to focus on the attack.
I have no doubts about everyone's fighting ability. I'm just worried about whether that unlucky guy can survive until we can rescue him?
If his coronation really means that N'yalotha·Slumbering City will stand tall in Kul Tiras, perhaps it would be a safer choice for us to kill him directly.
After all, killing people is much easier than saving people."
"It's not a question of whether it's easy or not."
Exalted One Pastor Kairon leaned on a shield with Holy Flame engraved on it and said loudly:
"A group of cultists who worship the void are trying to engulf part of Material World right under our noses. They are also members of the hateful "Eclipse Sect".
They want nothing more than to extinguish the sun.
This is a group of enemies of faith. This is a battle of faith. We must completely and completely purify that temple!
If N'yalotha·Slumbering City were to be opened today, then we would bathe in the sun and step into the dark night to fight the damn evil god for the rekindling of An'she."
This enthusiastic speech made General Stiltek sigh helplessly and said:
"Everyone has heard that our State Priest has fully expressed the opinions of our Arathi people. The emperor said that Kul Tiras's war is part of "War of Light and Darkness" and we cannot be absent."
"So, I can't reason with you believers! Fortunately, I'm not a reasonable person either."
Daelin stood up, stepped on the chair, and dropped the pistol at his waist on the table.
He said to those around him:
"If there is a coward among us, use this gun to give yourself a shot as soon as possible. After a while, it will be Void Realm. If you want to die happily, it will not be that simple."
He looked around at everyone, and no one flinched at this time, so the admiral nodded with satisfaction.
Facing the Admiral's previous question, about whether King Daelin can survive until these "Sunwalkers" people rescue him, well, this question is somewhat redundant.
Could it be that if King Daelin cannot hold out until then, will everyone give up the fight?
If you have already done this, you definitely can't do it.
Therefore, in terms of whether he can survive, I can only wish the "King" good luck.