In the earliest epochs of every civilization, the night was a symbol of some kind of fear.

When primitive people survived the hard night around the fire, they would be wary of every inch of darkness around them, and the dangerous hunters hidden in the darkness, and any ignorant person who dared to march in the dark night had the possibility of being swallowed up by the terrible night, and over time, the primitive civilization realized that the night was dangerous, and they began to fear the cold night as if they were in fear of the sun.

And it was also from that time that the fear of darkness gene was engraved in the bloodline, passed down from generation to generation...

Even in a world of magical civilizations like Azeroth, night is often a danger, and in the days when the human empire still ruled the eastern continents, even the most seasoned hunters would not choose to hunt down their prey in the dark, generals avoided fighting in the dark, and even priests who believed in the Holy Light would teach their followers not to go out at night.

There are also legends about the demons of the night in the country lanes, and women use such legends to intimidate their unbelievable children, and the children who grow up with such bizarre stories will naturally keep their guard against the night.

This is not just a natural phenomenon, it is actually more like a kind of inheritance of civilization, which seems very ordinary, but when you dig deeper, there is a truth in it.

The night in the Thousand Needles Stone Forest has become more dangerous lately, and although the centaur barbarians have been completely defeated, there are still vigilant human warriors hovering between the camps they left behind.

Armed with cold guns and swords, the most elite soldiers often patrol at night in groups of a dozen men, armed with flare guns, and griffon knights await emergencies in the camp.

The last two battles of the Westward Expansion War were not won by these human soldiers, and although the news was tightly sealed, it was clear to any soldier who had lived through those two battles that it was the demons summoned by the warlocks who destroyed the last resistance of the centaur tribe, and they had witnessed those murderous demons descend from the sky and completely crush those barbarians with green magic fire and endless slaughter amid the screams of the centaur khan.

Although the warlocks controlled the number of demons summoned, and tried their best to make the demons and centaurs weakened to the extreme after killing each other, there were always some uncontrollable factors in the ritual of summoning demons, and it was quite smooth on the side of the Wind Nest battlefield, after a small number of demons were killed by the centaurs, the number of centaurs was also weakened to the extreme, and then they were defeated by a wave of human armies that were waiting for them.

However, in the northwestern part of the Thousand Needles Stone Forest, the number of demons summoned by the warlocks was a bit "large", and after the centaurs were destroyed, the remaining demons fled the battlefield and were hiding in the nearby barren lands, or simply fled into the Fields of Filas, the traditional territory of the Night Elves.

The warlocks of the Black Scythe Council have repeatedly assured that the fleeing demons will not cause any impact, but the local generals will not trust these former street rats, so the soldiers have been greatly strengthened in their weapons and numbers during the recent patrols... But judging from the current situation, those warlocks may not be lying, these professionals are correct in their assessment of the demon's behavior pattern, and those sporadic demons do not make moves to attack humans.

"They're starting to realize what power really means."

Between the Thousand Needles Stone Forest and the mountain where Firas meets, a dark shadow stands on the rocks, looking out at the human camp in the distance, this shadow looks like a human, he wears a heavy long hood, wraps his body in it, and carries a sheathed heavy sword behind his back, and between the occasional finger turns, you can see a black armor that glows with an obscure light.

The mysterious creature whispered:

"After being beaten, even the most stubborn ones are trying to accept the forces they see as heretics, and that's good, it brings everyone together, and that's what they're supposed to do. ”

"So, is that the report you're going to submit?"

Another voice sounded in the dark wind, as if in the blink of an eye, a slender figure appeared beside the sneaky human, but this slender figure was dressed almost exactly like this human, the same long hood covered the body, and unlike the human, under his hood, a blood-red light flashed from time to time.

"The Council is awaiting an overseer report on the Westward Expansion of the Human Empire, as far as I know, Dai Lin's fleet is cruising outside the Thousand Needles Stone Forest, he is fully prepared for an invasion, this will be the Council's first assessment of civilization, if you think that their actions and policies do not meet the requirements of the Council, maybe these humans who are celebrating victory will have to prepare for another surprise war."

The slender voice seemed to be agitating something, and his voice was full of hoarseness and gloom, which matched the cold night very well.

But this agitation had no effect, and the tall and mysterious human was writing on the drawing board in his hand, and the darkness of the night that could not stop him from reaching out could not stop him.

"Why do you want to be judged unqualified?"

He asked:

"At the moment when civilization is threatened by barbarians, these young people did not succumb to difficulties, but led the people to resist, which shows that the immigrants of the human empire have not lost their pursuit of glory and have not lost the courage of the Jedi to fight back. A civilization with courage is a good civilization. ”

"In the course of the war, the leaders of mankind were not tormented by the pain of the past, and did not foolishly oppose the new concept of war, but they learned from their enemies and won the war with new weapons, which shows that this civilization still has reason and wisdom."

"After the stalemate of the war, they did not blindly trade human lives as a price for victory, but bravely accepted those potential allies who had been excluded before, and the human church carried out internal self-improvement, acknowledging the existence of the Shadow Priest, and also accepted the warlocks' request to join the warlocks, and officially accepted the warlocks into their own power system, which shows that they are pursuing self-sublimation, and beginning to understand and use the power that was previously ignored..."

The man babbled a lot, and he took up the quill and whispered:

"Therefore, by forgetting the overseer powers bestowed upon me by the Council of Kings, I conclude that human civilization is on the right path, and this assessment of civilization... Pass! The war resolution link is on hold... Wait for the results of the next assessment. ”

At the sound of the voice, he signed his name on the drawing board, it was a beautiful handwriting, and the name was familiar...

"Overseer of the Storm, Boval. Vortagan. ”

"Tsk"

Behind him, the slender figure let out a strange snort, and he said:

"Are you sure you're not deliberately making one-sided judgments because you cherish your homeland? After all, you were a human before, weren't you? ”

"One-sided? Maybe. ”

The Duke of Berval, Lord of Death, glanced at the brightly lit camp of the humans in the distance, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"But I'm not the only one who is overseering this time, I'm sure that the other Majesties will make the same fair judgment, well, my overseer here is over, it's time to leave, speaking of which, the next overseer target... It's the High Elves of Firas, right? ”

The human turned, letting his body be covered by a long black hood, and he let out a low laugh as he looked at the slender figure beside him:

"That's your countrymen, and I've heard that their current situation... It's bad, so you think, will they pass the assessment? ”

"Look at your disgusting tone."

The slender voice seemed unwilling to answer the question, and he replied casually:

"The evaluation process of the High Elves is not the same as that of humans, and the civilization indicators of the Immortals and the Shorts cannot be confused, and even if they are embarrassed, what if they are embarrassed? I'm sure Kael'thas won't make a decision to put his people at risk... So, don't gloat! Bastard. ”

"Okay, okay."

The Overseer of the Storm stepped into the darkness, and the two men walked side by side, and after a moment he suddenly said:

"But both you and His Majesty Anastarian know very well what Eresaras has, right? In fact, in my opinion, the situation that Kael'thas is facing at this time is a hundred times more dangerous than the barbarian war faced by the Human Empire! Any one of the wrong decisions he makes could bury the entire High Elf civilization, leading to a war decision from the Forgotten Kings. ”

"Are you really not worried?"

The slender figure was silent for several minutes, and eventually, he let out a long sigh.

"What's the use of worrying? This path was chosen by Kael'thas himself, and no matter what the outcome was, he had to complete it on his own and bear it himself... All Your Majesty and I can do is give him blessings, and that's it. ”

"Let's go, let's go to Firas... Witness the trajectory of civilization there. ”

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"Vortagan... Pass. ”

"Terenus... Not passed. ”

"Black Hand .... Pass. ”

"Dai Lin... Well, barely passed. ”

In the mansion of Stormwind's Midnight Garden, Tyrion flipped through the Overseer Report in front of him, which was the assessment of the development of human civilization by several Overseers after the end of the Westward Expansion War of the Human Empire.

These historically forgotten rulers have evaluated the current human empire in various aspects, with the exception of King Terenus who has concluded that the current political chaos within the human empire is "not passing", and several other observers are optimistic about the current development of human civilization.

This also shows that after immigration, human civilization has once again won time for itself to develop with its outstanding performance... Three years, three years later, is the second round of civilization assessment, and the requirements at that time are much stricter than now, but in any case, it will be a matter for the future.

"Looks like the young people are doing a good job."

The Great Lord of the Darkblade leaned back in his chair and looked at the map of Kalimdor hanging on the wall in front of him, playing with a small red flag in his hand, and with the dance of his fingers, the small flag whistled and pierced the territory of the Human Empire.

"I mean, will you be disappointed by this result?"

Aurelia's voice rang out behind Tyrion, and the Blood Mistress placed a glass of blood wine with ice cubes on the table in front of Tyrion, her fingers slowly slid over Tyrion's neck, and she leaned down and leaned on Tyrion's shoulder, and asked with a sly smile:

"My war maniac, will you be angry that you have lost a reason to go to war?"

"Well, I do get a little angry..."

Tyrion pretended to be calm and said, and the next moment, the Great Lord's hands grabbed the arms of the Master Mother and pulled her into his arms, and the lips of the two kissed together, and since the undead did not need to breathe, this deep kiss lasted for a very long time... Then there are the little "joys" that some observers like to see, but can't describe in detail.

The blood of Salene mingled with each other, giving the undead an unimaginable experience, and after a rare end of passion, Aurelia curled up in Tyrion's arms in a very light long dress, she rested her head on the high lord's chest, playing with a strand of Tyrion's hair, the two of them did not speak, and neither of them wanted to interrupt the warm atmosphere at this moment.

"The next Inspector civilization is the High Elves... The Sun King, Kael'thas, has sent him and his people into a very dangerous situation, and as it stands, if Kael'thas makes a mistake, Darein's fleet will immediately rush into Firas, burning Eresaras to ashes, and the Night Elves there will not be able to stop Darein's fleet..."

Tyrion's fingers caressed his wife's perfect body, and he whispered in Aurelia's ear:

"Tell me honestly, are you worried about them?"

"It's a language trap, isn't it?"

Aurelia blinked, kissed Tyrion on the cheek, and whispered in his ear:

"I've learned not to interfere with your mind anymore, my love, I don't want to be a burden to you anymore, so, don't care what I think..."

"You've never been a burden."

Tyrion hugged his wife tightly, bringing them closer together, and he reached out and flicked the ear of the Blood Mistress, and said softly:

"Don't listen to the crazy words of those people... I've never blamed you, and the reason I'm asking you this question is because we can't keep your sisters imprisoned in the Dark Temple, you know what I mean? They are the living, they have their own destiny... We don't have the right to decide their future, and Khiva still won't talk to you? ”

"Yes, she is also your sister, and you know her temper best."

With her eyes slightly closed, Aurelia hugged her husband, and she said:

"Shiva locked herself in her room, she refused to communicate with anyone except that nasty human... Oh my God, my sister is in love with him, I can feel it, but why is it a stupid human being? ”

"Then let them all go."

Tyrion stroked his wife's ear, he stared at the map on the wall in front of him, looked at the standard Filas on the map, and said:

"Humanity has earned itself a future, and now it's time for the High Elves... But tying Kael'thas hands and feet to make him make a choice is inhumane, and he needs some help. ”

As he spoke, Tyrion picked up the silver pens made by the craftsmen on the table and signed his name to a piece of music that Aurelia was humming.

"The results of the assessment of the centaur civilization... Do not pass (X4). ”

"The war resolution is on, and the goal is bleak... War mode... Destroy! The goal of the war... Discipline civilized populations... Reducing one-third of the living force by half, the follow-up plan awaits the results of the second evaluation. ”

"The signatories... Tyrion. Dawn Blade"