Time is slowly passing, the war in the northern land has just subsided, and the human empire that has migrated to another land is about to face a new war.

Of course, when it comes to the scale of the war, the intensity is still the strength invested by both sides, and this war with the barbarians is unlikely to surpass the previous battle in Northern Xinjiang, and even the conflict on the local battlefield cannot be compared.

But from the perspective of the whole world, this is undoubtedly the largest war in recent times.

In the south of Kalimdor, the Night Elves and the demons are fighting against the demons in the Ashen Valley and the Feywood Forest, and the demons realize that they may not have any reinforcements, so they are very low-key on the normal side, and the Night Elves are also happy to see the demons hibernating, after all, it will take time for them to transfer troops from the southern part of Kalimdor back to the Gray Valley.

The pirate battle in the South China Sea is not much to look at, since the death of the king of the sea, Dai Lin, the pirate forces in the entire South China Sea have almost seen the wind, and in just one or two years, this golden sea route has been filled with all kinds of pirates.

Among them, those small forces who rely on their enthusiasm to work alone often do not survive for 2 months before they are broken up or annexed, and there are always only a few real predators on this sea road, and there are different forces behind them, but because recently the hot sand consortium has put part of its energy back into the business circle of Kalimdor, which has led to the defeat of the pirate forces they secretly support in the South China Sea.

In the current situation, several other goblin chaebols are still in the process of sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight, but once the power of the black iron business district behind it continues to expand in Kalimdor, several other goblin chaebols will also end one after anotherIn the foreseeable future, the clouds of a commercial war that will sweep the entire continent and even most of the world have begun to thicken.

In the western part of Kalimdor, while the Night Elves' sentinels were evacuating the Filas Outpost, the High Elves from Quel'Thalas began to settle in the hermitage of their former allies, the High Elves, but as the Lords of Death had analyzed, His Majesty's desperate gamble did not seem entirely successful.

Their ancient allies were indeed willing to give the exiled High Elves a place to live, but only if the High Elves themselves expelled the barbaric ogre tribes that occupied most of the city, and as it stands, the number of ogres entrenched in the ancient city of Eresaras was at least in the tens of thousands, in other words, Kael'thas and his people were "sold" by the new allies, but the Sun King could not show a gesture of anger yet.

Because those Sindra upper elves had a way to combat demon addiction, which was what the Sun King desperately needed, and the most important thing for his race.

Unfortunately, Kael'thas didn't know at this time, and he couldn't get anything in this ancient forest except despair.

Far north, in the bitter cold of the Far North, in the southwestern corner of Northrend, the Draenei who have made their home in the northerly tundra have welcomed new friends, the Copperbeard Dwarves who have migrated here, and their allies with hooves and tails to start a new life in this cold but fertile land, led by the princess Moella.

As for the arrival of the dwarves, the Prophet said that the few draenei had recently been exhausted by the demons that burst out of the sky from time to time, and they desperately needed some friends who could fight and unite enough.

But the dwarves chose to part ways with the Human Empire and arrive in the Cold Continent not just to find a quiet and peaceful new home, at least in the letters written by Prince Brian Copperbeard to the princess of Moella, many very important things have been implicitly explained

In the deepest part of the continent of Northrend, on the true roof of the world, on the snowy fields of eternal night, the explorers Prince Bryan and the brave Prince Muradine have discovered some clues about the origin of the dwarves, and according to them, while finding the secret of the origin of the dwarves, they can also find a way to defend the entire civilized world against the undead.

Each of the three continents of this world has a different story, just as the wheel of time and time will continue to flow from one era to another.

Well, in general, the world is very peaceful.

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"What is this? Grandfather? ”

The 4,5-year-old boy curiously picked up a beautiful badge from the stall in front of him, decorated with carvings of white oak and blades of grass, and this oval badge also had a long colored ribbon on it, which looked very beautiful and very beautiful.

And there are many, many beautiful ornaments like this in the stalls in the old town of Stormwind.

In the face of the little boy's inquiry, the old man behind him did not answer immediately, but took the badge, put it in his hand, and took the glasses from the little girl who helped him push the wheelchair next to him, and stayed on the eyes under the gray hair, he frowned, looked at the badge in his hand, and seemed to be distinguishing something.

The old man was dressed in a very simple robe, looking like a seriously ill old man, he sat in a mechanical wheelchair produced in the Black Iron District, and a blanket was covered with his leg, this old man did not have any ornaments to identify himself, but his gray hair was cut extremely short, and it looked like the hairstyle of the soldiers of the Stormwind Kingdom in the old days.

As he frowned, the wrinkles on his forehead were huddled together, giving the old man a non-angry and arrogant demeanor.

"Ah, cute little master, your vision is really good!"

The little merchant behind the stall looked at the combination of the boy and the girl and the old man in front of him, and looked at the clothes worn by the little boy and the little girl with the eyes of a philistine, and he immediately judged that these three were definitely not civilians from mud legs, and the holy light was above, and the string of crystal clear prayer beads on the little boy's wrist alone was enough to buy an entire street anywhere in Stormwind City.

The merchant immediately smelled the gold coins, and he tried to look kinder, he exaggerated to the little boy who looked curiously at the metal insignia

"These are real antiques, very valuable collectibles, all from the family crests of the aristocratic lords of the last era, of course, a child of your age must not know what "nobility" is, it is a word that has been buried by the Federation, a very bad word, but those nobles who fled to the Northland still left a lot of good things. ”

The merchant, squinting his eyes, took out a small short sword from under the stall, which was inlaid with shining gems and a silver-white hilt, which looked very ornate and fit the childish aesthetics of children.

"It's like this! This thing I found in the valley of the North County, it is said to belong to the heirloom of the Max Milan family, it is very precious, and when I see such a lovely and dignified young master as you, I can't help but imagine how suitable this thing must be for you."

The merchant recited something like a clumsy poet, then squeezed his eyes and said to the little boy with wide eyes

"As long as 15 gold coins, this treasure will be yours, little master."

"Such a cheap treasure?"

The little boy was amazed at the cheapness of the treasure, and at the same time took the "treasure of the Maxmilan family", he drew his short sword and looked at it repeatedly, but just as he was eager to pay for it, he was stopped by the cold-faced girl behind him.

"Stupid Anduin! This thing is not a treasure at all! ”

The teenage girl grabbed the boy's ears and tugged at them

"You can't always learn to be shrewd, have you forgotten the last time you bought that "genuine treasure hunt amulet" in Shattrath and then got laughed at by Dornan and Vanessa? ”

"But, but this one is beautiful!"

Under the pressure of the powerful girl, the lovely, blonde-haired little boy could not resist at all, and he could only scream and put the "sword" back on the stall, and the philistine merchant wanted to say something, but the next moment, a bag of gold coins was thrown into his hand.

When the merchant raised his head, he saw the old man glancing at him, and the glint in his eyes was so heavy that the merchant subconsciously lowered his head and did not dare to speak again.

"This is the coat of arms of the Max Milan family."

The old man in the wheelchair took off his glasses, rubbed the oval emblem in his hand with some nostalgia, and when he spoke, the boys and girls who were playing quieted down, listening to the old man's story

"It was a knight's house living in Northshire, during the time of King Barathern, the Maxmilan family was the big family of Northshire, when the kingdom moved north, the Maxmilan family resisted the attack of the undead in Northshire, and it is said that in the end only one young son of their family escaped and took it, Anduin, and then remember the name forever."

The old man placed the oval emblem in the boy's hand solemnly, and he patted the boy on the shoulder

"They are your most faithful courtiers, great sacrifices that you will never forget."

"Are they as trustworthy as the people of the Fotagen? Grandfather? ”

Anduin grabbed the badge as he looked up at the old man in the wheelchair, who glanced at the girl next to him before nodding

"That's right, just as trustworthy as Delia."

The old man smiled, then leaned back in his wheelchair and let the girl push him all the way to the Pig and Whistle tavern in the old town, where the old man liked to spend his free time.

The little boy followed in his wheelchair, chattering about this and that, he didn't come to the city very often, so everything felt fresh to see.

"Yo, old marshal, you're here too?"

At noon, not many people came to the tavern to drink, and the moment the old man in a wheelchair was pushed into the tavern, the drinkers stood up and bowed to him, and at this moment, the old man seemed to be a real hero in everyone's hearts.

He is indeed a hero, but he is not a hero of the Federation, his name is Regina Dwindsol, he was the last marshal of the Stormwind Kingdom, he disappeared on the night the undead stormed Stormwind, some people say he died, but in fact, he is not dead, he has been living in seclusion in the world of Draenor for several years, as the mentor of Prince Anduin Ureon who is growing up.

And the most surprising thing was that this matter was approved by the Great Lord of the Darkblade, and the Lord was even happy to see things develop like this.

"Are Maxwell and Gore here?"

A few years ago, Wendsol was confined to a wheelchair because of his injuries that left him paralyzed in the lower half of his body, and soon a familiar veteran offered to lead him, Prince Anduin and Miss Delia.

The ignorant Anduin could not yet comprehend the thoughts of these veterans, but on his way, without approaching a table, the old soldiers who had been drinking would take the initiative to stand up and bow down to the young prince, and some former royal knights would even kneel on one knee, as if performing some kind of allegiance ceremony.

Anduin didn't know how to respond at first, but after coming here several times, he would take the initiative to help the kneeling knights up when he saw them.

The prince didn't know what the knights were thinking, he just felt that letting strangers bow down to him was not in keeping with the etiquette that Uncle Tyrion and Aunt Aurelia had taught him.

The kid had the surname of House Ureon, but had grown up under the heresy of the Necronomicon, which undoubtedly worried Windsor, but so far, the Great Lord of the Darkblade didn't seem to have instilled some strange ideas in the little prince, at least not on the surface.

The door to the box on the second floor of the tavern was slowly pushed open, and Tylia pushed Wendsol's wheelchair into the box, where there were already two equally old veterans waiting, that was Marshal Maxwell and General Gore, who were also veterans of the same era as Wendsol, veterans loyal to the Stormwind Kingdom.

Now, Gore has become a member of the Red Ridge Mountain District of the Defia Federation, and Maxwell is one of the 13 members of the Supreme Council of the Federation, and is also the president of the Federation of Veterans of the Defia Federation.

"Anduin, come and sit here!"

Councillor Maxwell beckoned to Anduin, and he rubbed the little prince's forehead like an uncle next door

"Today there are your favorite roasts and twilight berries, and I have some good fruit wine for you, which I bought from the elves."

"Wow! Banzai! ”

A child's pleasure is always simple, and Anduin soon pulled Sister Tellia to sit down at the table on the other side, and began to feast, while several veterans sat together, and after a few glasses of wine, Wendthor looked at his former colleague and spoke

"We found him in a gladiator team and he changed a lot"

"But Anduin can't meet him yet, because he's getting a little weird."