Time flies, and inadvertently, history has turned a new page. Dark Portal 23 is always a bit eventful. Whether it is War of the Shifting Sands or Northern Frontier's Undead battlefield, this year has achieved satisfactory results.
In Common People's vision, the Order of this world seems to be returning to its original position, and everything seems to be getting better. Just like what the story says, justice will eventually defeat Evil, and the peaceful days of calm Tranquility will eventually come.
After all, there is never a good war and there is never a bad peace.
The seaside City Theramore has been very lively recently. On the one hand, Migration is about to return to his motherland. After Princess Caliea announced that it will rebuild Lordaeron, many civilians who miss their motherland are ready to return to their hometown, especially the lower class civilians. In the notices posted by the soldiers, they also found news that made them ecstatic.
Crown Princess will redivide the land of Northern Frontier. She used her identity as House of Menethil to guarantee that civilians who are willing to return to Northern Frontier with her will unconditionally get a piece of land sufficient for farming. Crown Princess will also build a national farm to maintain their livelihood in the difficult first year after returning home.
The taxes in the first three years are so low that it is almost unbelievable. Only in the fifth year will the taxes return to the original Kingdom of Lordaeron level. This is already a rare administration.
And the attentive guy also discovered another law. It is said that those farmers and craftsmen who are willing to take risks and follow Grand Knight Mograine Lord to Northrend to open up wasteland, Crown Princess will not collect even a penny of tax from them. All the land reclaimed on that distant continent belongs to the farmers themselves.
The state will even help them arrange everything Migration needs, give it to Seeds for free, and Druid will help manage the land.
But to be honest, except for those guys who really have nothing and those who are naturally restless, few people will be tempted by this intoxicating decree. Thanks to the progress of Undead War, almost all Theramore civilians all know that Northrend is the Headquarters of Undead. Maybe it is not an unbeatable opponent for the knights, but for the farmers, it is undoubtedly too difficult.
But there are always some people who naturally like to make this kind of gambling-like choice, so half a month after the decree was posted, more than 300 people have signed up to participate in Pioneer Expedition in the north of Theramore, Arathi Highlands and Southshore. It is conservatively estimated that when Grand Knight Mograine sets off with Scarlet Crusade, this number may exceed 1,000 people.
This is enough to meet the self-sufficient needs of the knights. In addition, the Stonemasons' Guild rebuilt by Stormwind City's great architect Mr. Alex has accepted Silver Hand's employment and will send experienced masons to Northrend to build Fortress and the station for the Vanguard Army.
Everything was going on in an orderly manner, including some things that had been planned long ago but were delayed due to the sudden war.
Just today, on the morning of March 27, Dark Portal, in the courtyard among Theramore Court, a special Ascension Ritual is about to take place.
Compared with the Ritual of other knight apprentices Ascension, the specifications of this one have undoubtedly improved too much. Whether it is the luxurious and solemn decoration around the venue, or the astonishing number of Squires and representatives from different forces coming and going, wearing Ritual Armors, it is destined that this Ascension Ritual will not be too ordinary.
It belongs to Kingdom of Stormwind Heir to the Throne, the future of destiny King Anduin-Wrynn Ascension Ritual, this identity alone determines the gold content of this Ritual. In fact, the list of people participating in today's meeting is enough to dazzle anyone's eyes.
The leaders of Civilized World's three major Paladin organizations, Silver Hand, Scarlet Crusade and Argent Dawn will all attend, as well as those from Stormwind City Representatives of the Royal Family and Cathedral of Light, Kul Tiras's navy Brigadier General, representatives of the reconstructed City of Mage Dalaran, and Kaldorei Elf,
Quel'Thalas Elf, and even representatives of Orcs, Tauren and Troll, it is said that Goblin Consortium will also send people to participate.
Of course, the latter organizations sent people here not because of Little Anduin's face. In fact, this grand and intoxicating scene was more because of Anduin's other identity: Dawn Knight, Northern Earl, Legendary Figure's only disciple.
In other words, Little Anduin is actually influenced by Dick.
Today's protagonist, Little Prince Anduin, is currently standing in the Royal Palace of Theramore. He is wearing a very fitting Silver Armor with no weapons on his waist. When he is in the knight's Ascension Ritual, he will get a new weapon to prove the beginning of his journey as a knight.
Princess Caliea stood beside Anduin, carefully tidying up the corners of his armor. Recently, Northern Frontier has received good news one after another, and Crown Princess is also in a very good mood. Although The news that Lich King will wake up in a year's time is a bit difficult for Her Royal Highness to accept, but considering her complicated relationship with Arthas, perhaps this Princess, who has become more stable in recent years, has never regarded her younger brother as an enemy in her heart.
"Little Anduin has really grown up. I remember when you first came to Theramore, you were only this tall."
Princess Caliea took two steps back, looked at the image of Anduin, nodded with satisfaction, then jokingly gestured to a height, and then stretched out his hand to smooth Little Prince's blond hair., this action made Anduin a little shy, but Princess Caliea has always been very kind to him, and he also regards Crown Princess as his elder, and he still has a trace of sustenance for his mother.
Speaking of which, Anduin just celebrated his 11th birthday this year. He should still be a child, but maybe it comes from the excellent bloodline of Wrynn Royal Family. In short, his body has developed very well in the past two years, and now he looks no different from a 15 or 6-year-old child.
After putting on the carefully prepared armor, he naturally looked majestic, but after all, he was just a child. Facing today's big scene, he still lacked confidence. Caliea saw Anduin's hesitation, and she pulled He picked up the child's hand and walked to Window. Looking at the lively scene outside the Royal Palace and inside Theramore City, Crown Princess took a deep breath and said with a smile,
"Actually, when I was rescued from Lordaeron by Mr. Jaina and Mr. Rhonin, I was still a princess who was really ignorant of the world. I couldn't imagine that I would be standing here now, shouldering the mission of reviving Lordaeron. Little Anduin, you know Mornes at that time How did I feel when Sir and Dick asked me to become Lord of Theramore?"
Looking at Crown Princess's hopeful eyes, Anduin hesitated and guessed,
"I guess, at that time, you must really want to see the revival of Lordaeron, right?"
"No... silly boy."
Caliea patted Anduin's head lightly, closed his eyes, and whispered, "I was very scared at that time. I would even wake up from the pressure in the middle of the night. When you haven't reached that step, you really can't imagine what it feels like with millions of people and a country pressing on your shoulders. It was also at that time that I understood my father's sighs, and I also understood my brother... why he would do such crazy things."
"Child, our bloodline is not the reason why we were born to be kings. It is a shackle and a spur that prevents you from stopping the pace of progress. If you want to wear Crown, you must bear the weight of the country. That is the expectation of millions of people. You cannot let them down. So no matter how hard you work and how wronged you are, you have to Courage hold up the torch and lead thousands of people to stride forward."
Crown Princess stretched out his hand and gently stroked Anduin's hair.
"I have read some secret documents submitted by Knight Dick. Son, the situation of Kingdom of Stormwind is also very complicated now. Before Varian's situation does not improve, you will be under a lot of pressure, but you have done very well before. Dick said that he believes you will become the best knight and King. I believe this now."
"Courage go to the first big event in your life. Your name, kid, don't forget the meaning of your name. You will become Hero like Marshal Lothar. We have never doubted this."
Little Prince hummed, and he seemed much more confident than before. However, now no one knows what this Ritual will turn into.
Thousands of miles away from Theramore, it is a mysterious place wrapped in blue Ocean, hidden from the sight of civilization. In the sky of Chaos on that side, in the gap between the thunder and clouds, a giant floating city wrapped in Golden Light, blood-red ribbons fluttering, Val'kyr patrolling this sacred place with Wings in full armor, countless Warrior and Valarjar are singing.
Valarjar, Skyhold, this is the place where eternal beings outside the world live. That is where the legendary kingdom of God is located in Mortal.
On the throne in the deepest part of Valarjar, a majestic giant is sitting on the throne. He is wearing a golden and red battle armor, with a gorgeous Horns War Helm on his head. Countless Fel Runes are shining on this armor. There is a Silver Lance in his hand, and the top of it shines with the never-sleeping Lightning power.
His beard is like a scorching Magma, and every time it shakes, it brings up scorching air. The most eye-catching thing is his face, which is full of majesty. The right eye is a piece of blue Gemstone dotted with Eyepatch, while the other eye, half asleep and half awake, is all-encompassing, and it seems to contain the reflection of the entire world.
In front of this majestic giant, a tall and strong figure half-knelt there. He was not Spirit, but he stood in this place of flesh and blood that only Spirit could set foot on. This was enough to prove his specialness.
Especially the two ferocious axes hanging on the waist, with blood-colored light lingering on them. The whole ax head is a shrunken Dragon skull. At the top of the ax blade, there are two protruding Dragon Horns. The sharp ax blade is entwined with a trace of invisible blood-colored aura. However, the shape and power of this ax determine that it cannot be used by only brave men.
"Gavincente·Skovald, the successor of Tyr has appeared. I saw the end of the chaos of Ulduar from the reflection of the world. The Order of the world will return to its original position once again. Halls of Valor also needs more Champion to face possible crises, Helya's power is weakening, but Valarjar still can't break through this Rules, so I chose you, the strongest Champion among Vrykul One of, you will shoulder the mission of Valarjar and me, walk in Mortal World, and guide the souls of the brave into Halls of Valor."
The majestic giant stopped, stretched out his hand and tapped it in the air, and a bright one-handed sword appeared in front of the figure.
"Take it, look for people who can inherit Truthguard's will, and test them in your own way! If circumstances permit, you can form an army to attack Helya. Tens of thousands of years are too long."
The tall Vrykul took the Longsword in front of him with respectful hands, carefully wrapped it with the sword cloth he carried with him, and finally carried it behind his back. He patted his chest vigorously with his left hand and made a sound like a war drum.
"Great Odyn! I will not disappoint your expectations! I will spread the name of Valarjar's bravery throughout the world again."
"Very well, then go! Overturn the whole world with your bravery, hahaha! I give you In the Name of Courage, go! Let the world tremble! My Champion!"
At the same time, on the road from Kalimdor, Thousand Needles from Desolation to Feralas, the newly promoted Bloodmaul competitive champion, Gladiator, the ace who is famous throughout Broken Draenor L Varian suddenly stopped, and he looked up in the direction of Theramore as if feeling something.
"What's wrong? L Varian, is there anything familiar to you somewhere?"
Next to him, a tall and wild High Elf asked curiously. She sat on Kodo, and from time to time a dense green twisted appeared in her hands. Dagger, and on the other side of the ace Gladiator, a silent Night Elf is reading a book. It can be seen from his dress that it is a Druid.
I don't know how Druid ended up in Gladiator's team.
"It's nothing, Valeera, I just... I just feel that there is something unusual in that place, probably related to my lost memory."
L Varian smiled at High Elf. The two scars running across his cheeks looked more ferocious, but they did not damage his original face. In an incredible way, they added a different kind of wild charm to the black-haired fighter.
High Elf Rogue jumped lightly from Kodo to Warhorse of L Varian, stuffed her tall body into L Varian's arms, buried her beautiful face in Gladiator's chest, and whispered,
"Didn't Rehgar already agree? As long as we can win the Dire Maul gladiatorial competition, we will be free. Then Bearhide and I will accompany you to find your memories. Don't worry, my dear, everything will be fine."
L Varian was a little unaccustomed to this kind of intimacy, but in the end he reached out and hugged Valeera's shoulders. He snorted coldly, and his unruly and wild momentum burst out,
"It's just a Dire Maul championship... haven't we won too many championships in the past three years? From the moment we step into Azeroth, the championship is within our grasp, Bearhide, don't you think so?"
L Varian looked at the quiet Druid, who turned his head, and a smile appeared on Tranquility's face, which immediately turned ferocious.
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