魔兽争霸官方小说:仇恨之轮-Cycle of Hatred(英文版)-第15部分

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Wondering　how；　precisely；　he　was　supposed　to　break　this　up；　he　was　relieved　of　immediate　action　by　the　human　s
escort。　Three　guards　wearing　the　plate　armor　that　signified　they　were　part　of　Lady　Proudmoore　s　forces　leapt　out　of
the　Passion　s　Reward　and　pried　Klatt　off　the　captain。　

However；　Klatt　would　not　be　dissuaded　by　a　mere　three　humans。　He　punched　one　in　the　stomach；　grabbed　the
second；　and　threw　him　into　the　third。　

Now　the　orcs　were　starting　to　move　off　the　Raknor　to　join　in　the　fray。　Muzzlecrank　realized　he　had　to　do　something　
before　this　got　out　of　hand。　

Hefting　his　gun　and　hoping　with　all　his　heart　and　soul　that　he　wouldn　t　be　called　upon　to　use　it；　he　bellowed；
All　right；　that　s　it！　Cut　it　out；　and　I　mean　now；　or　all　a　ya　are　in　deep；　unnerstan　？　　

Klatt；　who　was　about　to　jump　on　the　human　captain；　stopped　in　his　tracks。　His　target；　blood　gushing　from　his　nose
and　mouth；　cried；　He　attacked　me！　　The　human　s　voice　had　an　odd　twang　to　it　that　was　probably　the　result　of
damage　to　his　nose。　

Yeah；　well；　you　deserved　it；　goin　　back　on　your　word　like　that；　　Klatt　said　with　a　sneer。　

That　s　no　reason　to　kill　a　man！　　

I　said；　cut　it　out！　　Muzzlecrank　spoke　before　Klatt　could　respond。　Both　a　ya　are　under　arrest。　You　either　e
peaceablelike　or　in　pieces；　makes　me　no　never　mind。　　He　looked　at　both　the　orc　warriors　and　the　human　soldiers。
This　here　s　goblin　country；　an　　that　means　I　give　the　orders　here；　got　it？　So　that　gives　ya　two　choices　help　me　put
these　two　in　the　hoosegow　till　an　arbiter　can　take　the　case；　or　get　your　keisters　outta　Ratchet。　Your　choice。　　

Technically；　Muzzlecrank　s　words　were　true。　He　had　deliberately　deepened　his　voice　in　the　hope　that　it　would　give
his　words　an　air　of　authority。　But　he　also　knew　that　he　had　no　way　of　stopping　any　of　these　people　if　they　decided
to　ignore　him　and　continue　fighting。　If　he　shot　the　gun；　he　d　just　get　one　of　the　tether　posts　covered　in　a　　or
something。　

To　his　relief；　one　of　the　humans　said；　We　will　do　as　you　wish。　　

Apparently；　the　orcs　weren　t　about　to　be　seen　to　be　violating　the　goblins　　sovereignty　on　Ratchet　when　the　humans
were；　and　so　one　of　the　orcs　quickly　said；　So　will　we。　　

As　he　led　Klatt　and　the　bleeding　human　back　to　the　mainland；　Muzzlecrank　tried　to　get　his　breathing　under　control
before　he　hyperventilated。　He　wasn　t　meant　for　this　kind　of　stress。　He　wondered　what　other　job　he　d　be　good　at。
Being　a　bruiser　had　definitely　lost　its　appeal。　



Major　Davin　was　so　angry；　he　started　pulling　at　his　beard；　and　had　to　consciously　force　himself　to　stop。　The　last
time　he　got　that　angry；　he　ripped　tufts　out；　which　not　only　was　painful；　but　violated　the　dress　code。　

The　focus　of　his　ire　was　the　substance　of　Corporal　Rych　s　report；　given　after　his　hasty　return　to　Northwatch　from
Ratchet。　They　actually　arrested　Captain　Joq？　　

Well；　to　be　fair；　sir；　　Rych　said；　they　done　arrested　that　orc；　there；　too；　sir。　Soon　as　the　argument　het　up；　one　of　
the　goblin　s　bruisers　done　stepped　in。　　

And　you　let　them　arrest　Joq？　　
　
Rych　blinked。　I　didn　t　have　no　choice；　sir。　Goblins　ve　got　jurisdiction　in　Ratchet。　We　ain　t　got　no

Davin　shook　his　head。　No　authority；　I　know；　I　know。　　He　got　up　from　his　chair　and　started　pacing　the　office；
walking　toward　the　door　at　first。　It　s　ridiculous。　We　shouldn　t　be　subject　to　this　kind　of　idiocy。　　

Sir；　I　don　t　see　what　they　ll　be

The　orcs　have　a　nerve；　trying　to　cheat　us　like　that。　　He　turned　and　paced　toward　the　window。　

Nodding　his　head　quickly；　Rych　said；　That　s　certainly　true；　sir。　The　fruits　they　done　offered　us；　why；　they　was　just
vile；　sir。　An　insult；　it　was。　And　then　the　orc；　he　done　attacked　the　cap　n。　For　no　reason；　neither。　　

The　major　stopped　pacing　when　he　reached　the　window。　He　stared　out　at　the　view　of　the　Great　Sea。　Small　waves
lapped　gently　against　the　sandy　beach。　It　painted　a　peaceful　picture；　one　that　Davin　knew　was　deceptive。　This　is
out　of　control。　If　the　orcs　keep　on　like　this；　it　s　only　a　matter　of　time　before　we　are　at　war　once　again。　　

I　don　t　think　that　ll　be　happenin　；　sir。　　Rych　sounded　skeptical；　but　Davin　knew　better。　

Oh；　it　will；　Corporal；　of　that　you　can　be　absolutely　sure。　And　with　the　tauren　and　the　trolls　on　their　side；　they　will　
overwhelm　us　unless　we　are　prepared。　　He　turned　to　the　door。　Private！　　

Private　Oreil　came　in。　As　always　when　he　saw　his　aide；　Davin　sighed。　No　matter　how　many　times　the　young　private
was　fitted；　his　armor　was　always　too　big　on　him。　Yes；　sir？　　

Send　a　message　to　Theramore　right　away。　We　need　reinforcements　as　soon　as　possible。　　

Yes；　sir；　right　away；　sir。　　Oreil　saluted　and　left　the　watch　office　to　go　find　the　scrying　stone　that　Lady　Proudmoore　
had　provided　to　facilitate　munication　between　Northwatch　and　Theramore。　Detailed　conversations　couldn　t　be　
held　through　it；　but　messages　could　be　sent。　

Rych　scratched　his　cheek　thoughtfully。　Uh；　sir；　with　all　due　respect；　and　all　is　this　bein　　such　a　good　idea；　sir？　　

Very　much　so。　　Davin　sat　back　down　at　his　desk；　no　longer　feeling　the　need　to　rip　out　his　beard　hairs　now　that　he　
was　taking　action。　I　m　not　letting　those　greenskinned　bastards　catch　us　off　guard。　　

Twelve　

A　egwynn　really　wished　the　annoying　young　woman　would　just　go　away。　

That　wasn　t　going　to　happen；　of　course。　Aegwynn　was　too　much　of　a　realist　to　think　otherwise。　But　it　didn　t　stop
her　from　wishing　it　with　all　her　heart。　She　had　been　alone　for　two　decades　and　had　e　to　appreciate　being　by　
herself。　Indeed；　she　d　been　happier　these　past　twenty　years　than　the　hundreds　of　years　prior　to　her　exile　to
Kalimdor。　

She　had　truly　hoped　that　these　highlands；　surrounded　as　they　were　by　impassable　mountains；　were　remote　enough；
and　that　the　wards　were　lowlevel　enough；　that　no　one　would　find　her。　In　retrospect；　that　was　a　forlorn　hope。　

I　can　t　believe　you　re　still　alive。　　

This　Proudmoore　woman　sounded　like　a　teenager。　Aegwynn　knew　it　wasn　t　her　standard　mode　only　because　she　
had　modulated　into　it　upon　learning　who　Aegwynn　was。　

Proudmoore　went　on：　　You　ve　always　been　one　of　my　heroes。　When　I　was　an　apprentice；　I　studied　the　records　of　
your　deeds　you　were　the　greatest　of　the　Guardians。　　
　
Shuddering　at　the　thought　of　what　those　doddering　old　fools　at　the　Violet　Citadel　would　have　written　about　her；
Aegwynn　said；　Hardly。　　Unable　to　stand　this　anymore；　she　lifted　the　bucket　of　water　and　headed　back　to　the　hut。　If
she　was　lucky；　Proudmoore　would　leave　her　be。　

But　Aegwynn　wasn　t　particularly　lucky　today。　

Proudmoore　followed　her。　It　was　because　of　you　that　I　was　able　to　bee　a　wizard。　　

Reason　enough　for　me　to　be　sorry　I　became　one；　　Aegwynn　muttered。　

I　don　t　understand　why　are　you　here？　Why　haven　t　you　told　anyone　you　re　still　alive？　Honestly；　we　could　ve　
used　your　help　against　the　Burning

Dropping　the　bucket　to　the　ground；　Aegwynn　whirled　on　Proudmoore。　I　am　here　for　my　own　reasons；　and　they　are　
not　yours　to　know。　Now　leave　me　in　peace！　　

Unfortunately；　all　this　served　to　do　was　cause　Proudmoore　to　drop　the　teenager　affect　and　go　back　to　being　the
leader　she　apparently　was。　I　m　afraid　I　can　t　do　that；　Magna。　You　re　too　important　to

I　m　not　important　to　anything！　Don　t　you　understand；　you　stupid　little　girl？　I　m　not　fit　for　human　pany　or
orc　pany；　troll　pany；　dwarf　pany；　you　name　it。　　

That　got　the　infant　s　back　up。　Aegwynn　could　see　the　magic　roiling　within　her　and　realized　that；　child　though　she　
may　be；　she　was　quite　powerful。　She　had　gotten　through　the　wards　without　Aegwynn　s　even　noticing；　after　all；　and
that　bespoke　a　certain　skill。　I　m　not　a　little　girl。　　I　m　a　wizard　of　the　Kirin　Tor。　　

And　I　m　a　thousand　years　old；　so　as　far　as　I　m　concerned；　you　ve　got　a　few　centuries　to　go　before　I　might　consider
calling　you　something　other　than　a　little　girl；　little　girl。　Now　go　away　I　just　want　to　be　left　alone。　　

Why？　　Proudmoore　sounded　genuinely　confused；　which　led　Aegwynn　to　think　that　the　young　wizard　hadn　t　really　
read　her　history　or　it　had　been　thoroughly　bowdlerized　by　the　time　Proudmoore　got　to　it。　The　girl　continued：　You
were　the　one　who　blazed　the　trail　for　women　to　bee　wizards。　You　re　one　of　the　unsung　heroes　of　Azeroth。　How
can　you　turn　your　back

Like　this。　　Aegwynn　turned　and　walked　into　the　house；　abandoning　the　bucket。　She　d　get　it　later。　

Naturally；　Proudmoore　didn　t　give　up；　but　followed　her　through　the　rickety　wooden　door。　Magna；　you　re

Now　standing　in　what　she　jokingly　called　the　sitting　room　it　was　the　only　room　in　the　hut；　so　it　served　as
bedroom；　kitchen；　and　dining　room　as　well　she　cried；　Stop　calling　me　that！　I　m　not　a　mage　anymore；　I　m　not　a
hero　at　all；　and　I　don　t　want　you　in　my　house。　You　say　that　I　blazed　the　trail　for　women　to　bee　mages　if
anything；　I　m　the　best　reason　why　women　should　never　bee　mages。　　

You　re　wrong；　　Proudmoore　said。　It　s　because　of　you

Putting　her　hands　to　her　ears；　Aegwynn　said；　For　the　love　of　all　that　is　holy　in　this　world；　will　you　please　stop　
that？　　

Quietly；　Proudmoore　said；　I　m　not　saying　anything　you　shouldn　t　already　be　aware　of。　If　not　for　your　work；　the
demons　would　have　e　much　sooner；　and　we

And　what　difference　did　that　make；　exactly？　　Aegwynn　sneered　at　the　girl。　The　demons　still　came；　and　Lordaeron
was　still　destroyed；　the　Lich　King　still　reigns；　and　Sargeras　still　won。　　
　
Proudmoore　winced　at　the　mention　of　the　Lich　King　for　some　reason；　but　Aegwynn　didn　t　really　care　enough　to
inquire　why。　Then　the　girl　said；　You　can　deny　your　acplishments　all　you　wish；　but　it　changes　nothing。　You
were　an　inspiration　to　all 　She　smiled。 to　all　the　little　girls　who　wanted　to　grow　up　to　bee　mages。　At　the　
citadel；　my　favorite　story　was　always　the　one　about　how　you　were　chosen　to　be　the　first　female　Guardian　by　
Scavell；　who　was　the　first　mage　to　see　the　value　of　a　female　apprentice；　and　how　the　Guardians　of　Tirisfal
applauded　the　choice　and

Aegwynn　couldn　t　help　it。　She　laughed。　She　laughed　long　and　she　laughed　hard。　In　fact；　she　was　having　trouble　
breathing；　she　was　laughing　so　hard。　She　started　coughing；　but　managed　to　get　it　under　control　after　a　moment。　Her
body　was　finally；　after　a　millennium；　starting　to　age　and　break　down；　but　she　still　had　some　vitality　left；　and　she　
wouldn　t　be　rendered　helpless　by　a　fit　of　laughter。　

It　was；　however；　the　best　laugh　she　d　had　in　centuries。　

Proudmoore　looked　like　someone　had　fed　her　a　lemon；　her　face　was　so　sour。　I　fail　to　see　what　s　so　amusing。　　

Of　course　not。　　Aegwynn　chuckled；　and　took　a　few　deep　breaths。　If　you　believe　that　garbage；　you　wouldn　t。　　A　
final　breath；　which　turned　into　a　sigh。　Since　you　insist　on　invading　my　privacy；　Lady　Jaina　Proudmoore　of　the　oh
sonoble　city　of　Theramore；　then　have　a　seat。　　She　indicated　the　straw　chair　that　she　had　spent　the　third　year　of　her
exile　in　this　place　putting　together；　but　then　refused　to　ever　sit　in。　I　will　tell　you　the　real　story　of　how　I　became　a　
Guardian　of　Tirisfal；　and　why　I　am　the　last　person　you　should　consider　to　be　any　kind　of　hero…　　




Eight　hundred　and　fortyseven　years　ago…　　

For　the　first　time　in　years；　the　Tirisfal　Glades　frightened　Aegwynn。　The　forests　that　lay　just　north　of　the　capital　of
Lordaeron　had