The vicissitudes of the Storm Crags have not yet caught the attention of all civilizations in Azeroth, but with the passage of time, this event will definitely become the next big event that will bring all civilizations into the storm.

But it's also an opportunity...

Any chaos is like a ladder that gives the self-contained ones a chance to enter another realm, provided they take advantage of it.

"Elune has told me about all your plans and hers, and I feel that your plans are very executable, and I have decided to join them."

A mysterious creature with a gray hood and a wide cloak covering his body stood beside the High Lord Tyrion, looking out at the ruins of Uldaman, which had been cleared by the Darkblade soldiers below, and had become the most dangerous place in the entire eastern continent since it collapsed years ago due to cavemen.

The federal government has organized several attempts to encircle the cavemen underground, but several attempts have failed.

The cavemen who broke through the seal and built a huge kingdom of cavemen beneath Uldaman, and their numbers have swelled to an extremely dangerous level, but the Darkblade Legion's dispatch is not to exterminate the cavemen here.

In the eyes of the Great Lord, these ugly lives are the trouble of the Federation, and if the Federation can't even solve this trouble, then this civilization has no value in existing.

"But Tyrion, I have a question."

The mysterious hooded man asked softly:

"In your plan for the future fate of Azeroth, what is the position of mortal civilization? Will you send these weak lives to the war against the chaos and destruction camps? ”

"No, I won't!"

The Great Lord was on his knees, and between the white prayer flags fluttering in the wind, he said calmly:

"The choice is in their hands, they don't understand it yet, but they will understand one day that in this grand war that has begun, spanning several dimensions, everyone is a warrior, every civilization, everyone must fight for themselves with all their might, otherwise they can only be killed as easily as a nobody."

"I will not force them to join the war, but I believe that they will eventually pack their bags, sharpen their swords and join the war... I have given them the strength they need, all for the end war. ”

The moment the High Lord's words fell, the Death Lord Glokush stepped out of the ruins of Uldaman, his armor covered in caveman blood and shredded flesh, he stepped forward and handed a dim diamond core to Tyrion, who took it in his hand and held it in front of his eyes, and in the sunlight, this dim mind core shone with a slightly chaotic light.

This is another core of thought, a unique soul that belongs to the Guardians of the Titans, and a few years ago, Brian Ander. Copperbeard, under the "inducement" of Tyrion, recklessly stepped into the ruins of Uldaman, awakening the lieutenant of the guardian of justice, Elonnaya, and fighting another lieutenant of Tyr, who thought that she had defeated her companion who had fallen into chaos, and she thought that her companion was completely free from that pain.

However, no!

Tyrion shook his head, he could feel the weakness of the chaotic soul in the core of his mind, he threw the core to the mysterious man beside him, and then turned away with his soldiers:

"The core of the mind of the Rock Shaper, the secondary guardian Azadas, is in your hands, Rai."

"Here's what I promised you... Sadly, the soul of your other brother, the upright Tyr, has been lost, and I will arrange for some trustworthy people to carry on his legacy. ”

"And the moment I set foot on the land of Northrend, I want you to do the same... The thing you promised me! ”

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Kalimdor Continent, Lordaeron Kingdom, White Tower City Harbor, Holy Light Church Light Cathedral.

In the middle of this autumn night, the old Pope Alonsos. Fao is receiving a "guest" who has come from the original way, an "old friend" with a special status.

Many of the priests in the cathedral wondered who would make the Pope talk to him at midnight despite his physical weakness, but anyone who tried to get close to the reception room would be reprimanded by the stern-looking knights of the cathar, and it was clear that the Pope did not want too many people to know the identity of his old friend.

But this guest was not a person of great fame, in fact, the vast majority of people, had never heard of his name.

His name is Tails, Tails. Sword, at a certain point in time a few years ago, when he was still young, he had a rebellious nickname, called "Ownerless Sword", which represented his once presumptuous and free life, and now, after many hardships and hardships, Tails finally got a precious second freedom, is no longer the lone assassin he once was, he has his own life bonds.

The long imprisonment life has left indelible traces on Tails, who was once the ace assassin of the empire, and now even needs to use a cane to move, and the terrible natural environment of Frostfire Ridge makes him feel like he is a teenager, obviously only a young man who has just reached 30 years old, but he has already bent over, and his once handsome appearance has also become obsessed with everyone under the tempering of wind and frost.

But at this time, facing the unusually noble status of the Pope of the Human Empire, Tails seemed very calm.

"I thought I'd die alone in that hellish place in Frostfire Ridge..."

Dressed in a black hunting suit, Tails with his cane in both hands, he looked at the Pope in front of him, and he whispered:

"But I came out alive from that hellish place, maybe it was Tyrion's promise, maybe I didn't deserve to die, but I'm back, Your Majesty, I'm here to bid you farewell... I have given everything to the Empire, and it is time for me to leave the rest of my life to my wife and my son. ”

His Majesty the Pope was not surprised by Tails' final choice, he nodded and said to Tails:

"It's true that you've done so much for the Empire that even if Lothar were still alive, he wouldn't be able to criticize you, but when you said you were here as a messenger, I wondered who you were to speak for him? ”

The question caused Tails's eyes to blink, which had ceased to shine and had become restrained, and the retired assassin shrugged:

"You should be able to guess who he is, Your Majesty, and when I leave the cage, he asked me to tell you a message..."

"Tyrion?"

His Majesty the Pope is a man who has truly seen the world, and he will not be furious at the name of Tyrion, he looked at Tails very calmly, and he asked:

"So, what does the Necronomicon King want to say to me, a dying old man? He wants to threaten me? Or do you want to destroy me? ”

"Neither!"

Tails looked left and right and lowered his voice:

"Tyrion said that he would love to see the Scarlet Crusaders establish the Order of the Silver Dawn in Stratholme, that he would like to see the Silver Dawn become the link between the Empire and the Federation, and that he would even send his own blessing for the event..."

As he spoke, Tails took out a sealed scroll from his pocket and handed it to the Pope with both hands, who took it in his hand, and opened it casually without checking whether it was carrying some kind of curse, but after just one glance, the calm Pope's eyes widened, and this shocked expression looked a little funny under the embellishment of the face and the old age spots.

After a moment, the Pope let out a sigh of relief, and he placed the scroll beside him discreetly, and he looked at Tails, a glint in his eyes full of wisdom:

"I still don't believe Tyrion would have the kind heart to deliver something like this to us, so I guess he must have something else to ask, right?"

"Yes."

Tails straightened his collar and said:

"First, he demands that the Order of the Silver Dawn remain neutral between the Empire and the Federation."

Second, he asked Anduin. Ureon, Varian. Son of Wrynn, become the national symbol of the Order of the Silver Dawn! ”

These two strange demands made the Pope frown tightly.

The news that the Scarlet Crusaders stranded on the eastern continent were going to establish an independent state, which was also a secret within the Human Empire, and Bridge came to Kalimdor as a representative of the Scarlet Crusaders before the wedding ceremony in Alsace. Miss Abidis had discussed this matter with the Pope and the Grand Knight Uther, and the matter was initially approved by the kings.

The Scarlet Crusaders hold the last piece of homeland on the eastern continent for the empire, but their identity has always been awkward, and the political environment of the eastern continent is more complicated, as a branch of the empire, the Scarlet Crusaders are facing hostility from all sides, and those heroes have not yet perished, which is a real miracle.

And the empire will not be able to counterattack the continent for at least 10-20 years, so the Stratholme region occupied by the Scarlet Crusaders is particularly important, which will be the only control area of the empire in the eastern continent, and to be honest, the concept of the Scarlet Crusaders is still a little different from the current concept of the human empire, and the longer the empire exists in Kalimdor, the more terrible this difference in concept will be.

In the absence of influence from the Empire, instead of deliberately forcing the heroes who clinged to the land to continue to serve the Empire, it would be better to let the Scarlet Crusaders become a relatively independent regime that would not only maintain the deep relationship between the two sides, but also ease the ideological conflicts, which would be beneficial to both sides...

After all, within the Empire, in addition to those who are firmly in the main battle faction, there are indeed people who have good intentions towards the Federation, as the Federation has repeatedly stated, although they belong to different camps, they cannot continue to solidify the hatred between the two sides because of the relationship between the dark blades, and the two sides must always be in contact, and in the Pope's thoughts, the Silver Dawn Church established by the Scarlet Crusaders will become the best link between the Federation and the Empire...

The Order of the Silver Dawn will be a third party between the Empire and the Federation.

"The first condition, to remain neutral, is the best option we can choose after consulting with the Scarlet Crusaders."

The Pope closed his eyes and said:

"But the second request, Anduin. Wrynn, that kid isn't even 10 years old this year, right? Not to mention the relationship between him and Varian, even if I am the Pope of the Church of Light, I can't just ask those heroes to send a child to the throne of the Grand Knight of the Order, the Scarlet Crusade will not accept it. ”

"What's more, I heard that Anduin, this child, was raised by Tyrion since he was a child?"

"I can't explain much about that."

Tails whispered:

"I'm only here as a messenger, I'm only responsible for paraphrasing, but in my opinion, it's actually a very good idea to let Prince Anduin join the Scarlet Crusade, he is the son of Varian, and the people of the empire will instinctively accept him, secondly, within the Federation, Prince Anduin has a very good relationship with the Veterans Federation, once Anduin joins the Scarlet Crusade, they will face much less hostility from the Federation."

"In the end, although Anduin was raised by Tyrion, this child is in the world of Draenor, but he has always followed the Holy Light Naruadar to practice the path of the Holy Light, he is a natural paladin, I believe, as long as you give him a chance... The two Grand Knights of the Scarlet Crusaders, and the stern General Abydis, would have accepted him. ”

"Tyrion says he has a message for you, and if you truly believe in the Light, why don't you leave all this fate to your Light?"

"Okay, that's all I have to say."

Tails stood up, leaned slightly to the Pope, then staggered away with his cane, and the moment he walked out of the reception room, Taresha, who was anxiously waiting outside the door, stepped forward with her son and grabbed her husband's wrist tightly.

Looking at his wife's worried eyes, Tails smiled and reached out to put his arm around her shoulder, and then touched the hair of his son, who was still a little raw, and he kissed Taresa on the hair, and he whispered:

"It's all over, my dear... The former Tails has died in Frostfire Ridge, and I won't leave you again for the rest of the years, I swear..."