Vol 2 Chapter 1689 57. Woohoo, it is unfortunate to inform you that your

   Chapter 1689 57. Woohoo, unfortunately to inform you that your brother died

   The main force of the anti-magic coalition forces who came to Argus at super-light speed to support the battle were blinded as soon as they disembarked.

They imagined Argus in a scorching post-apocalyptic world, with a group of roaring mad demons in the background of the strange steam rising from the fel magma and the green sun shining from the sky and the earth. A tragic battle.

   They were so sure that they would have a terrible war in Argus that is rare among the stars, and they were well prepared for it and everyone left a suicide note.

   It can be said that these guys thought they were dead before they came here.

  Some of the sentimental guys even arranged a funeral for themselves in advance.

   But the truth is that there is indeed a scorching apocalyptic world in front of you, and there is indeed the vicious magma and the sky full of green evil light as they imagined, and there are also some demons wandering in the wasteland.

   But other than that, everything in front of us was completely different from the war the soldiers imagined.

What they saw was the grand banquet being held on the battlefield where the smoke still remained, but the surviving Forerunners were surrounding the long table built with the remains of the fel mecha, and the funeral of the vrykul Eat and drink like a banquet.

The    barrels of fine wine were put aside, and the bandaged pandaren monks were barbecuing in the open air.

   The dwarves and the orcs were drunk and fighting, and even the elves, who had always been introverted, let go and danced with the drunken draenei little hoofs in the light of the bonfire.

   In the face of overwhelmed, heavily armed and full of fighting spirit, the survivors who celebrated the victory here shouted loudly for them to come to the banquet and told them loudly.

   There is no war in Krokuun anymore.

   You are late.

   is over.

  Hahahaha, we are so good, right?

Of course, the arrival of the main force is a good thing no matter what. After all, after a war, almost everyone in the advance army was injured. Facing the demons who were fleeing in all directions, they were unable to pursue them, and could only leave it to their morale to explode. But the Kroku-Breakers, who were very mediocre in combat power, came to hunt down the enemy’s remnants.

Although the    demons have been dispersed, there is still a risk of regrouping when they recover from their failure. Therefore, cleaning up these dangerous factors has become the first task after the arrival of the main force.

   As for the guys who are drinking Dadan, they will be moved to Mac’Aree, which is safer and in a better environment after switching defenses.

  The soldiers of the anti-magic coalition army were a little disappointed in the face of this scene that made them laugh and cry, but they quickly integrated into this grand banquet held in the name of victory.

Although you are ready to die in war, it is a beautiful thing to push the date of death backward, and by the way, listening to these guys who have obviously experienced a terrible war bragging, just take it as Relax before the battle.

   In this lively atmosphere, the noble Princess Talanji rubbed her eyes and came to the table under the protection of several guards. She felt that she urgently needed a rest.

   She had just presided over the ritual of the dead, which was the strangest ritual the Golden Princess had ever presided over as a priest of Loa.

   Mainly when she recited warm and sad prayers, those war dead who should have been commemorated stood expressionlessly in front of everyone’s grave to say goodbye to themselves.

   They didn’t think there was anything wrong with this sacrifice, and they came to thank the Golden Princess for condescending to preside over the ceremony for them, but Princess Talanji couldn’t get used to it.

   She felt that she needed to slow down.

   As soon as she drank a few glasses of wine, she saw the Dark Prophet Zul and other big men who came to the camp surrounded by the trolls of the Loa warriors.

  Compared to the other leaders in the crowd who were somewhat surprised, the Dark Prophet Zul was very calm, and the troll’s old face still had a smile with a hint of insight in his iconic mystery.

   As if he had predicted what would happen to Krokuun from the ship.

   “Little Talanji, I brought a letter from your father.”

The Dark Prophet smiled and accepted the humble prayers of some troll warriors around him. He made a troll-style blessing for these warriors who survived the brutal war, and sat opposite the golden princess amid their cheers. on the chair.

   He looked at the entire army camp, and said to the golden princess:

   “Your father asks you to return to Azeroth immediately. As the sole legal heir of the troll empire, being in Argus for a long time is too dangerous for your identity and status.

   If something goes wrong, it will be unbearable for the soon-to-be unified empire. ”

   “I won’t go back, at least not now.”

   The Golden Princess, who had personally experienced the Krokun battle and killed several demons with her own ritual spear during the battle, now spoke a lot more imposingly.

   Her Royal Highness’s style changed a little to the rough warriors around.

   While holding the big glass to toast the Draenei Commander not far away, he played with the accessories of the demon head he had just made in his hand, and said to the dark prophet opposite in a serious tone:

   “Before I came here, before I got involved in the war, I thought that I could return to my safe and warm bedroom just by going around the calamity of the Argus world and gilding it.

   But after I actually got involved and won the first memorable victory of my life with my own hands, I changed my mind.

  My dear Zul, I must go on with the coalition, I must step into the heart of the Burning Legion, and witness our victory in the terrible wastes of Antoran.

   That would be the best gift I could give to my upcoming Queen career, and I need a shocking victory as my coronation as ever.

   But I deeply realize that it is not enough to just watch all this. ”

   Having said that, Princess Talanji glanced again at the young Emperor Varian Wrynn, who was putting down the emperor’s shelf and casually sitting by the bonfire and drinking with the soldiers at the invitation of a group of human veterans.

   She was silent for a few seconds, and said to Zul, who was staring at her with piercing eyes:

   “It will all end, Prophet, no matter how difficult or dangerous the times will come to an end, but beyond the end, our lives and our stories will continue.

  The postwar world.

   I mean, if we can survive the demons’ destructive counterattack, in the new era opened in the name of victory, the troll empire will face challenges that have never been seen in the past countless years.

  The Emperor of Humans, the King of the Mountains of the Dwarves, the rising Azshara Dynasty, and even the centaur barbarians united as one, the next era must be the era of excellence!

   But my father now asks me to withdraw from the battlefield on the eve of the decisive battle, from the greatest achievement I could possibly achieve in my life, from the opportunity to fight with these outstanding men.

   He was asking me to be a less prominent and self-contained queen. ”

  The Golden Princess smiled disdainfully.

   An arrogant and confident smile that has never been seen before bloomed on Talanji’s face. She slammed the wine glass on the table and said to the smiling dark prophet in a disrespectful tone:

   “My father is old!

   He was content to be the chieftain of the Zandalar trolls but didn’t know how to rule a complex empire, and I was grabbing and learning the first thing about being a ruler.

  I want to establish my majesty, Your Majesty the Prophet, will you also prevent me from grabbing this precious knowledge? ”

   “It’s amazing!”

   The Dark Prophet laughed and clapped his hands. He nodded with satisfaction, took something out of his arms, and handed it to the surprised Princess Talanji.

He says:

   “Come, take this scepter of all souls!

  Princess, from now on, you are the true commander of the Troll Empire in this battle. In addition, your father is not old, at least he is not too faint to see the changes in the world. ”

  Zul said with a smile:

   “I have brought all the gods and warriors that the empire can conjure up for you in this short period of time, and I have also brought the inevitable mainstay of the future troll empire as your think tank.

   If you want to build a career and win a hundred times of merit for yourself, then use them as much as you like.

   Let me introduce you, this is Vol’jin.

   He is the best young man I have ever seen in my life. He served as the foreign affairs assistant to His Majesty Varian and personally planned the downfall of the evil **** tribes in Stranglethorn Vale.

   He has deep and precious connections in the Eastern Continent, and he is also my personally chosen successor.

   After my death, Vol’jin will be a candidate for the next Dark Prophet and Chancellor of the Empire. ”

   The Dark Prophet beckoned and let a young troll come forward behind him. From the tattoos on his body, it is not difficult to see that this restrained young troll belongs to the shadow hunter of the Darkspear clan.

   Princess Talanji looked up and down at this young man who didn’t look outstanding, and then she heard the last words of the Dark Prophet:

   “Of course, at my recommendation, your father has agreed to make Vol’jin your fiancé.”

“what?”

  The golden princess was furious, and almost stuck the scepter of all souls on the face of the old prophet.

  The old lady told you to make a good career, you let the old lady go on a blind date on the battlefield?

   Are you old guys crazy!

  Also, the weight of this scepter is not right, it doesn’t seem to be the real thing!

   Actually fooling me with fakes?

   What a big courage! —

While the noble golden princess was forced to marry by the old men, in the command post, Tyrande and Malfurion, as well as Velen and Fao, were standing with Jarod Shadowsong and Shandris. Next to Yu Yue and the two of them.

  These two unfortunate mandarin ducks were attacked by Archimonde who did not speak martial arts in the previous battle.

   Garrod was put on a vicious curse that afflicted his body and mind. Shandris sacrificed his life to save him, but he was also implicated.

   The curse imposed by a big demon with a sneak attack is by no means an ordinary priest can lift, and its troublesome level makes Tyrande feel difficult.

   But before they came, Black had done emergency medical care for his brother-in-law and his lover, and the power of the mild void protected their souls from the fel.

   “They must be sent back to Mount Hyjal.”

   Malfurion Stormrage, whose body is covered with beast features like a “half-orc”, stroked his long beard adorned with flowers, and said in a serious tone to the commanders beside him:

   “Such a curse requires recuperation, and it has to be soaked in the most holy moon well to prevent the situation from getting worse. In the fel-filled environment of Argus, it is difficult for them to truly recover.”

   “But Lord Garrod is our commander!”

  General Maraad said hesitantly:

   “The victory of this war depends entirely on his commanding art and his charisma to unite all forces. If he leaves, the united coalition may be divided again.

   Now that the decisive battle in the Antoran wasteland is about to start, this is really not good news.

   And Lord Black promises us that he predicts that the wounds of General Jarod and General Shandris will soon be relieved and healed. ”

   “Did the prophet in black say that?”

   Malfurion hesitated after hearing this.

   He looked at his wife, and Tyrande was holding his adopted daughter’s cold hand with emotion.

   Her eyes were full of motherly tenderness and worry, and she whispered Elune’s name, hoping that the Moon God would bless poor Shandris from being tormented by this pain.

Just when everyone was worried about the coalition commander’s injury, Blake, who was out “hunting”, carried a string of treated demon heads, accompanied by Shi Shiran, who was wearing an explorer’s costume. Command.

He saw the Malfurion couple at a glance, so he glanced at the little star beside him, and the next second, the two actors immediately put on a sad expression, and Blackla rushed to Malfurion’s side with a long voice. .

   He said sadly:

   “I’m sorry, Lord Malfurion, I couldn’t take good care of your brother.”

“what?”

  The Great Druid’s expression changed slightly.

   He grabbed Black’s wrist with his backhand and asked sharply:

   “What happened to Illidan? I didn’t see him and his demon hunters all the way, what happened to them?”

   “Your Excellency Illidan woohoo, he is dead.”

  Beside the painfully speechless pirate, Xiao Xingxing wiped her tears and said:

   “He challenged a powerful saboteur to protect us, helped Grom Hellscream kill the big-ass demon, but then encountered Archimonde’s shameless sneak attack.

  Illidan said he was going to give everything for Azeroth, so… so he just… woohoo, I can’t go on, the captain goes on. ”

  “Shu”

  Black took out the Azzinoth Warblade with his backhand, holding the “relic” of Illidan Stormrage in both hands, and said to the big Druid who had numb claws and round eyes in a gesture of announcing his death:

“This is what we took back from the battlefield. It belongs to his only relic. He was too miserable. He was smashed by Archimonde and his body was torn to pieces. We buried him on the battlefield according to his wishes. .

   When he was dying, he asked me to tell you that although he has been causing trouble for you, and although the relationship between your brothers is not good, he is still very grateful to fate for giving him a good brother.

   He asked me to apologize to you, and to take care of Lady Tyrande. Woohoo. ”

   Originally.

Everyone knows the nonsense temperament of    stinky pirates, and Malfurion thought it was just a prank.

   But when he saw with his own eyes the highly recognizable Azzinoth Warblade that his brother never left, the Great Druid could no longer bear the grief of losing a loved one.

   The Staff of Natural Wrath in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, took the “relic” handed over by Black, unbearable tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and he turned around and squatted there in pain and restraint.

   He knew that, as a commander, he couldn’t express such sadness, but the news of Illidan’s death was indeed like a bomb that made him haggard.

“you’re lying!”

  At the same time when the archdruid was crushed by grief, Tyrande Windspeaker, who had always shown no concern for Illidan, broke out. The priest of the moon stood up, pointed at Black’s nose and shouted:

   “How could Illidan die here? I don’t believe it! That man who never admits defeat, how could he. God, the moon **** is on top.”

   Tyrande’s words were soon exhausted.

  Because Blake flipped his fingers, he took out an ordinary little air-dried yellow flower and placed it in front of the High Priest of the Moon.

When she saw the little yellow flower, Tyrande slumped to the ground as soon as her body softened. She was quickly supported by the priest beside her. Tears poured out of her eyes, and she covered it again. He squinted his face, preventing his weak whimper from being heard by others.

  However, this thing that Illidan regarded as a treasure in the dark time of being imprisoned for 10,000 years, actually came into Black’s hands.

  Perhaps, probably, maybe, the dark walker Illidan Stormrage who would never admit defeat and would do anything for victory was really dead, right?

   Elune is above.

   This bitter parting came so suddenly, it was like a cruel dream.

   (end of this chapter)