Azeroth Trail of Light

Chapter 645: The End of 1.27 Years——Adding Updates for Brother T_T_!

In 27 years at the Dark Portal, nothing major happened. In fact, the demonic invasion of Draenor at the end of 26 years was also tacitly suppressed by all parties.

Civilians don't care about wars happening in another world, even if they lose, they may lose their own world, but they still don't care, anyway, no matter how bad the situation is, there are always people who don't know Where did the 25-man land reclamation team or the awesome foot man handle it all.

They only know that at the end of 26, world leaders held another meeting at the newly rebuilt Port of Menethil, and even the leaders of the Deep Sea Kingdom attended the meeting. After that, the tense world returned. peace.

At least it's superficial peace.

The orcs finally brought the Blackstone orcs who had been beaten to pieces by the Stormwind army and had to return to the Swamp of Sorrows to recuperate into the tribe's rule. For this, Thrall and the goblin consortium had to pay the alliance a large sum of money.

At the same time, the friction between the night elves and the crazy Blackrock orcs also came to a final verdict. The orcs handed over 17 Blackrock orcs who started the confrontation to the night elves, and pulled Azshara's defense line back dozens of kilometers.

Frankly speaking, this is just a formality for the night elves who have been angered, because they have already killed all the culprits in the counterattack in Ashenvale, but fortunately, the night elves' high-level leaders are in other places. Under the persuasion of the leader, he finally gave up his plan to continue to study.

After the naga returned to the world and joined the power game, Tyrande and Malfurion knew exactly what to do first.

This incident reminded Thrall that he was too kind to these rebellious Blackrock orcs before, so after the meeting, the Blackrock orcs launched a cleansing.

In general, after lengthy negotiations, the results were barely acceptable to the military blocs of both sides.

So this turbulent world, under this fragile peace agreement, has finally put down the swords and guns in the hands of both sides. In the foreseeable future, at least three years, there will be no more conflicts.

But as Dick said, whether it was the Alliance or the Horde, the 8-Day War destroyed the fragile trust they had built in 6 years. What this war brought to the world was far more profound than it appeared on the surface.

It was a scar. The throes would keep both sides from taking their angry eyes away from their opponent until the scar healed.

However, peace is always a good thing, even if it is short-lived, it is enough to look forward to.

Shadowmoon Valley Training Ground, this is a training ground established by Illidan on the northern battlefield that was almost flattened by flames after the last invasion. Demon hunter recruits will take advanced challenges here, so it is still held here. Over 4,000 demons of all kinds.

But right now, there is another legion training in this training ground. They look like ordinary humans, and they are shorter than the people of the Eastern Kingdom. The person who serves as their training officer is the heroic spirit from Valagar Ladies and gentlemen, these guys who fight to the death and still fight after death have real skills in their hands, but since everyone has learned combat skills from cruel wars, the way they train is also very simple.

fighting! Fighting non-stop, if they are not exhausted, then these trainees will become qualified soldiers if they persist for 3 months during this time of fighting except sleeping.

Fighting veterans, fighting beasts, fighting demons, fighting spirits. This is not an easy job. In the past 2 months, more than 150 people have died, but more people still persist, or That said, they have no power to waive.

At this time, in the center of the large training ground, a tall vrykul holding two training battleaxes was competing with 10 heavily armed trainee soldiers.

"Come on, jerk!"

Gavincent arrogantly hooked his fingers at the ten soldiers holding various weapons. He stood there relaxed, looking full of flaws.

"Hey!"

The soldier captain was the first to charge forward, using a standard soldier's charge. Gavinson nodded at the blood red covering his body, not talking about strength, but pure momentum, these guys are already qualified.

"boom"

The epee he slashed made a whistling sound in the air, but the moment the blade landed on Gavincent's shoulder, the tall Vrykul's body turned slightly, and the blade almost rubbed against his body. It fell, but soon, the warrior captain pulled his hands outward, and the blade changed direction, slashing down towards his arm, but was immediately blocked by the swinging training battle axe.

"The consciousness is good, but the power is too poor."

The Vrykul waved his other hand, and slapped the soldier captain out with the face of the battle axe. Then, in the siege of the remaining 9 people, he swung the battle ax in both hands in a playful gesture, like a Like a storm of weapons, clang clang clang clang.

"Come on! Use force! You bastards!"

"Is this sissy offense all you've learned here?"

"Hey, my grandmother is better at fighting than you!"

"Did your king send you here just to be beaten? Can you be called "elite" like this?"

"Go back and eat X!"

Facing the filthy words from the heroic spirits, the fighters who were beaten back again and again did not refute, but waved their weapons more silently, harder and more crazily.

And under such extreme pressure, their understanding of anger has become deeper and more proficient in using it. Obviously, this is a kind of training for the ability to manipulate anger, although the trainees need to bear the physical and mental stress at the same time. A double whammy of the mind, but make no mistake, it's extremely useful.

While batch after batch of soldiers were being "tortured" on the training ground, at the edge of the training ground, two people standing at the observation post on the top floor were also talking.

"Frankly, the effect of this rude training method is really not what I expected."

Maltai, who was dressed in Shakan's traditional attire, whispered, "The Legion I rebuilt last month drove those demons out of the Witt Mountains. This is good news for my people that can be recorded in history. I plan to spend two years sending all the legions under my command who are loyal to me here for retraining."

"Of course, it's just a trivial thing."

Dick was sitting on the side, playing with the Signet of the Eye of the Storm on his finger with one hand. He casually watched his old friend Gavincent practice the "new army" sent from Sharkan. The war in that world was over. 1 year, and now they rely on themselves to drive those remaining demons to a corner.

Azeroth's First Fleet returned as early as the end of 26, just the second day after Maltai was sworn in as the defense leader of the newly built Virtus Continent, bringing all the soldiers of Azeroth and Sharkan Samples of all minerals in possession were returned.

Although Maltai is not a good fighter, he is a qualified politician. He knows what a civilization that is almost destroyed needs, so he secretly entrusts the king of Outland to help him train a group of soldiers at the level of Azeroth. To serve as the basic disk for him to rebuild civilization.

What is more admirable and obedient than a leader who leads a people who have lost everything to rebuild civilization?

Shakan civilization is gradually recovering. Dick and Illidan are happy to see this. Compared with mere 400,000 slaves, they are more willing to accept a servant civilization with self-strength, and Dick is not here to discuss these soldiers with Maltai today. .

The first batch of large-scale resource exchanges between the two sides is about to begin. The major forces of Azeroth will provide everything Sharkan civilization needs, books, knowledge, ready-made weapons, and even enough mentors to teach a mature power system .

And Sharkan gave everything they could, luxuries with the characteristics of their civilization, precious samples of animals and plants, obscure knowledge from the age of dragons, and even population... those elves, dwarves and... Dragons, these are things Sharkan can trade.

The most important thing is the mineral resources in their world. Mimiron identified 17 important minerals and 125 less important minerals. Maltai spent a year hoarding a huge amount of exchange Both parties are waiting for this transaction to proceed.

"After 3 days, Master Dick, I will personally bring my soldiers to send those supplies to Netherstorm...I heard that you have established a trade zone there?"

Maltai is very interested in the transaction between the two civilizations. He is a smart man. Facing this question, Dick also chose to answer positively. He nodded,

"That's right, that's an area dedicated to witnessing the friendship between us, and all future exchanges will take place there, and you can discuss with those leaders about your suggestion of sending national envoys to various forces in Azeroth, They'll be there too."

Dick looked at His Majesty Maltai, he saw some worry in those eyes, he shook his hand,

"Don't worry, Mr. Maltai, we will follow that guideline. Regarding the Xiakan civilization, the official will not make transactions with other forces except you, so what you need to pay attention to is those additional smuggling behaviors... But I think, It’s better to let it go, it’s good for our relationship.”

The ruler of Xiakan's eyes lit up, he took a step back respectfully, bowed to salute,

"Xiakan under my rule will be Azeroth's most loyal servants, and we will follow you forever."

Dick stretched out his hand and gave him a little help,

"Okay, Mr. Maltai, you and I, and Illidan, we are friends, aren't we? Don't talk about servants anymore, Sharkan is an independent civilization, you and I both know that."

However, just when His Majesty Maltai was planning to exchange some more easy-going topics with Dick, the world manager, the figure of the dragon man Darth appeared at the door of the room. While saying something, the World Manager's eyes narrowed at this moment.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Maltai, I need to return to Azeroth to deal with some emergencies, don't worry, this Mr. Demeter is my loyal follower, he will protect your safety during these 3 days. "

Dick stood up, and Maltai also stood up hastily. He looked at Dick and smiled apologetically, then turned and left. The ruler couldn't help but nodded.

Although the primary and secondary relationship between the two parties has long been determined due to the strength of both parties, an easy-going master will still make the servants more at ease. This is why Martai finally chose Dick between Dick and Illidan. Outland The iron and blood temperament of the king really made Maltai uneasy.

But Maltai is also curious, what is it that makes a distinguished world manager have such obvious mood swings?

Is it a sudden war?