Time is very naughty Elf, they always disappear around us, when we read books, when we fall asleep, when we never notice the changes in the world.
But it is discontinuous. Whenever we deliberately observe it, we can see the traces of time slipping away, the longer nails, the wrinkles on the top of the head, and the increasing number of gray hairs.
Dick sat on Ship's Side. He looked into the distance. It was a piece of blue sea water. In Mists, one piece of blocked scenery was fleeting. This The piece Mists is the scenery of the Great Sea. It is said that when humans first stepped into Ocean, this piece of Mists already existed.
The melancholy Young Lady rested his head on Dick's shoulder, and the two sat together. No one spoke or opened their eyes to disturb their stay together.
"Dick, where do you think people go after they die?"
Young Lady stretched out her hand, and a ball of white ice flew in the palm of her hand, as if given life, changing rapidly, and finally turned into an old Mage wearing a Mage hat. Although the expression could not be seen clearly, Dick knew that it was the shadow of Antonidas.
The death of old Mage not only caused great trouble to Jaina, in fact, if it were not for Krasus and other Archmage In grief, the "Revenge" flag was raised. I am afraid that the Mages who have been scattered all over the world have long been trapped in some kind of unspeakable Confusion.
The imprint Antonidas left on Dalaran was so profound that just the young Rhonin couldn't hold back the scene. After the tumultuous Eastern Kingdoms Conference ended, the Mage who survived Dalaran were already showing signs of splitting.
Dick also stretched out his hand, and a warm ball of Golden Light appeared in his palm. Under Dick's unskilled control, the small ball of Golden Light flew to the old Mage's ice shadow formed two wings behind him, and turned into a halo of light above his head, making the old Mage wearing a Mage hat look a bit nondescript.
"Courage's people are favored by Fate. After Archmage died in the battle, he probably went to Heaven to find the mysteries of magic that he had not found yet, but his spirit remained, in your will and in the spirits of other Mage."
Dick turned his head and kissed Young Lady gently on the forehead. Feeling the fragrance of Young Lady's hair, Dick's voice also became gentle.
"Look, as long as you don't forget him and what he did for Dalaran and this world, I think he will never die. In fact, the same is true for us. If we are remembered, we can exist forever."
"But... but I miss him so much..."
Young Lady hugged Dick, tears streaming down from the corners of his eyes, wetting Dick's shirt. Paladin didn't say much, just patted Jaina's back gently. It's not that he couldn't understand the girl's sadness, but now, he really didn't have much time to dwell on the memories of the past.
The salty sea breeze blew through their hair, and Dick looked back. In Mists, 27 Large Warships was riding the wind and waves in Mists. The canvas painted with Kul Tiras Coat of Arms shone in the sun, like a giant beast crossing Sea.
The flags of Silver Hand and Stratholme Regiment are flying high, followed closely by Phoenix Banner.
The hunting sea breeze cannot blow away the will of Courage, and the endless Ocean can never stop the pace of Warrior.
When Mists dispersed for the first time, noises, singing and the flapping of the Sea were mixed together, resounding throughout the sky. Looking down from the sky, a white waterline lay horizontally in the sea. This was the first time Expedition sailed into the unknown for Human Civilization, and it was also the opening of Human World, the first time to board World Battlefield.
From Eastern Kingdoms various countries and forces, Paladin, Elf Mage, Dwarves Warrior, Human Cavalry and Priest, as well as Mercenary who responded to the call. A total of 1,300 people of crappy Motley Army,
This is all Eastern Kingdoms's participation in the upcoming Demon War. Dick has no regrets, and there is not much Anger.
There is almost no official assistance. In fact, if it were not for Jaina's status, Kul Tiras would not send this fleet to carry out transportation tasks.
No one was optimistic about them, and even Silver Hand was full of doubts. Before his own problems were solved, he rashly participated in another war with an unknown future. Fire of Justice insisted on going his own way and almost took away. All the Essence power of Stratholme Regiment, this move that is almost equal to division, makes Dick's previous accumulated reputation almost completely consumed by this Recklessness move.
In addition to Kael'thas who gave him real support, other forces, like Delia, gave this Expeditionary Corps some old, weak, sick and disabled people.
When I left Southshore, only a few people came to see me off, and the farewell toast was so bitter.
But Dick doesn't care so much. This result is already much better than the original history. In Second Demon War, Demon almost absorbed World Tree, and the whole world almost became Demon. In the brutal battle of Hunting Grounds, the representative of mankind turned out to be only Theramore led by Jaina.
In that kind of battle that determines the future of the world, the human kingdom that calls itself Center of the World does not even have the slightest support. How short-sighted and stupid.
It's no wonder that after Reign of Chaos started, Night Elf, who was also on the Alliance side, was always full of Suspicion towards human beings, and Draenei who joined later is also aloof from human beings, which almost made Human World, in the first five years of Age of Chaos, almost completely excluded from the mainstream Decision-Making Circle in the world.
It wasn't until "Ghost Wolf" Varian returned that the situation improved.
But Dick, who shoulders the mission, cannot wait that long. Starting from his strong intervention in the conflict between Frostwolf Orcs and Stormpike Dwarves, Dick's behavior has changed a lot. Especially after witnessing Great Demon destroying Dalaran, this change has become more obvious.
Your short-sightedness and ignorance have nothing to do with me. If you can't do the right thing, then let me do it!
The original history, let it pass with the wind. Dick supported Young Lady and stood in the Command Room of Flagship. His expression was firm and heroic. Behind him, all the members of Stratholme Regiment, as well as those Warrior who were willing to fight for the Fate of the world, have torn their ties with the old world.
This is his Expedition, and this is history that will be rewritten by his own hands.
"Mount Hyjal, here I come!"
Dick took the Commander's Saber handed over by Erigor and looked at the increasingly clear coastline in the distance. He put his left hand on the handle of the knife and pointed forward.
"First Expeditionary Force, speed up!"
So in the waves of the Great Sea, the fearless people sang loudly and rushed towards the battlefield with an unknown future. No one knew where the countercurrent of this Fate river would eventually go.
Let's Blessing them.
Durotar, Kalimdor the Barrens of West Coast, this is a Red Earth, it is said that it originated from Ten Thousand Years Ago, Well of Eternity Great Sundering, when the blood of the torn dead was sprayed on this land, dyeing it red.
It is said that this land was also affected by the Cursed and became Desolation from then on.
Even Night Elves doesn't value this land very much. Otherwise, Orcs, who crossed the sea in the first half of the year, would have no chance to build his own City.
Although Sentinels has a harder time fighting Demon, facing Orcs who has not recovered from "Demon Blood" and driving them away will not be a big problem.
Thrall carried a piece of wood and walked to the busy construction site. After half a year of adaptation and preparation, Orcs had built large groups of Underground Dwellings to live in the northernmost section of Durotar. Now they plan to build a City as a symbol of the beginning of a new life.
As Chieftain, Thrall actually has a lot of power, but he likes to work with his compatriots. This Orcs, who has a pair of blue eyes like the sea, is not tall, but when he passes the crowd, all Orcs nods towards him.
Not only because he is the spiritual leader of Orcs, Shaman, but also because he inherited the legacy of Warchief Orgrim and brought Orcs to this land that is barren but far away from the flames of war.
Thrall opened his hands, with a relaxed look on his face, calling out Elements's will in his heart. Along with the slight bulge of the ground, soon, an earth-yellow Earth Elements that was twice as tall as him appeared beside him. Under the command of Shaman, this huge Earth Elements lifted the heavy stones and placed them on the city wall that was almost completed.
For spellcasters, they can easily do things that are unimaginable for ordinary people. In the past six months, the new generation of Shaman of Orcs has slowly grown. This is also the confidence that Thrall decided to build the city. With the hard work of these Shaman, the construction of this City can be completed in up to 3 months.
A City represents not only a place to live, but also the desire of Orcs, who has been displaced for nearly 20 years, for a hometown where he can live safely.
As a leader, Thrall knows this better than anyone else.
As the sun set, Thrall and Orcs veterans sat together and chatted. But before he could finish the dry biscuits in his hands, Troll Messenger, who was in a hurry, came over from a distance on his tall Raptor.
Regardless of the fatigue from the long journey, the tall and capable Troll Messenger quickly jumped off the Mercedes-Benz Raptor when they approached Thrall. As a tall but Operation agile Troll, this kind of action was not a problem at all for them.
"Warchief, Dustwallow Marsh's human messenger sent a letter, Sen'jin Chieftain dare not make a decision alone, so I came to ask for your opinion!"
Hearing the word human, Thrall's face became serious. He stuffed the last piece of dry biscuit into his mouth, clapped his hands, took the letter from Troll's hand, unfolded it, glanced at it briefly, and then closed his eyes.
As Orcs, who has been taught all kinds of knowledge since childhood, Thrall is a master in understanding of human culture, but even so, Thrall is still a little confused when faced with this very formal letter Invitation.
"You said that the human being Dustwallow Marsh sent a messenger? Does he call himself Lordaeron, or is this the so-called "First Expeditionary Army"?"
Thrall looked at the messenger. Troll, who was tall and thick, scratched his head in embarrassment.
"Um... I really didn't pay much attention to that, but that messenger looks very good at fighting. He is carrying a weird Greatsword, and it's a very powerful Warrior!"
"Oh? It's interesting to use Warrior as a messenger..."
Thrall touched his chin and said to the veterans around him,
"Help me call Varok and bring some War Wolf with me. I'll go meet this "First Burning Legion"."
In the night, on the red barren land, the brave Orcs Warriors rode on the black War Wolfs, amidst the howls of wolves, galloping towards the southernmost human Fortresss of Durotars.
After the two Orcish Wars where madness and death came to an end, this was probably the first time that both sides went to Conference Table.