Azeroth’s Death Track

The flight of the draenei was like dropping a meteorite on the entire alliance.

All the kings, whether they are wise or arrogant, are the first to come into contact with such weird longevity species. They are rare in number but powerful in battle, and most importantly, the lifespan of every draenei, In the eyes of mortals, it seems to be immortal.

The high elves of Quel'Thalas also live a long life. The lifespan of 3,000 years is already unimaginable for humans. Now, this record has been broken. When the 30,000-year-old Draenei prophet walked into Lordaeron, he came to watch The civilians and nobles in the world did not hesitate to offer their calls and blessings to the immortal, especially when the prophet waved his hands and sprinkled scenes of holy blessings on the crowd, the cheers turned into fanatical prayers.

People are in awe of power, and when this great power clearly belongs to their own side, it becomes sincere gratitude.

The Church of the Holy Light is the most friendly to the Draenei among all the forces in the alliance. The contact between the two sides has made the priests and paladins of Azeroth understand that the level of using the power of the Holy Light has been greatly improved. Some lower-level believers will even use the Draenei People should be a kind of inspiration given by the Holy Light.

Under such a big environment, even if the kings are wary of these weird-looking aliens, they will treat them very kindly. They spent 3 months in Prophet Velen and toured the countries of the alliance. After that, the Draenei civilians who had moved to the foothills of the Redridge Mountains in the Storm Kingdom received unimaginably rich support.

Right now, the situation in Azeroth is fairly calm. It is not difficult for the kings to provide some supplies conveniently. For the prophet, the most important gain is that in Kul Tiras, the country of the sea, he learned from Dailin In the hands of the king, he got the specific navigation charts of Kalimdor and Northrend. Although the three spaceships of the Draenei were enough to carry the people across the ocean, it was the last resort.

The inheritance of the Draenei is also on the verge of breaking down. Once these spaceships are damaged, it is difficult to repair them. The Prophet will not use them until the critical moment. Fortunately, the Draenei also inherit the traditional navigation techniques. The Prophet has already done With a good plan, after returning to the Stormwind Kingdom, a group of pioneers will be sent to the two continents for investigation.

With the fastest speed, find a place for the Draenei to stand in Azeroth.

In this diplomacy, the Prophet learned the lessons from dealing with the orcs. He did not conceal the relationship between the Draenei and the demons, and gave a serious warning to the demons invading the world. As King Varian said, there are many bad things in the alliance, and realistic kings will not spend too much energy on an illusory prophecy.

And on the spring night of the 10th year of the Dark Portal, on the ship returning to the southern part of the mainland, Prophet Velen suddenly felt his thoughts shaking, and he couldn't calm down no matter what. This situation also happened twice in the past. The first time was the night before the evacuation of Argus, and the second time was the morning when the orcs raided the Draenei, both of which represented a bad future that was emerging little by little.

Velen held the Atama crystal that could see through the future - the song of the soul, trying to see through the future disasters, but this time, the crystal did not respond to him, which made the prophet's worries even heavier, and he left with the staff cabin, walked to the deck of the Kul Tiras merchant ship, and greeted those enthusiastic sailors.

Sailors are the most superstitious group of people. They will encounter various dangers on the sea at any time. They believe in the existence of gods. Therefore, these sailors are very enthusiastic and attentive to Velen who has the title of prophet. And for these superstitious mortals, the Prophet also knew very well how to deal with them.

He made a prophecy for a few worried sailors, encouraged them with words, and gave them the blessing of the Holy Light to help them get rid of the hidden wounds in their bodies. This act made the sailors worship Velen even more After hearing the news, the captain patted his chest and promised the Prophet that the first batch of draenei immigrants could take his ship to Kalimdor, which was a surprise.

However, the Prophet's worry did not diminish. He stood on the deck, and under the awe-inspiring gaze of the sailors, the Prophet picked up the purple crystal Soul Song again, and the purple and golden rays of light rippled on the Prophet's body. Scenes of visions of the future once again filled his eyes.

This is...

The face of the prophet changed greatly. In the vision of the future, he vaguely saw the dark army sweeping across Azeroth.

They walked silently on the land of Lordaeron, leaving only a piece of desolation wherever they went, and the icy aura lingering on these ominous legions made the prophet very familiar, they were undead!

Tyrion, did you finally slaughter the world?

The Prophet muttered to himself, but the next moment, the illusion in front of him changed again. The Prophet saw the leader leading the group of undead. It was not the Tyrion Dawn Blade he was familiar with, but a human...a man holding a skeleton Humans of the magic sword!

That sword, the ice-blue magic sword that flashed in front of the Prophet in a trance, was a little more silent and less noisy than the unruly magic sword Apocalypse in Tyrion's hand, but the evil breath emitted by the two, Simply from the same source.

This... this death knight!

The prophet's eyes widened, and he vaguely saw the face of the death knight who led the undead to slaughter the entire Lordaeron. He felt unusually familiar, but before he took a serious look, behind him, the sailor Their exclamation awakened the prophet from the state of peeping into the future.

The purple light became silent little by little. The Prophet raised his head and followed the sights of the sailors. On the dark sky of Azeroth, a dim meteor was crossing the sky and falling towards the extreme north. .

It's a sign.

The prophet subconsciously clenched the Atama crystal in his hand. As a person who has seen through the future many times, he is very clear about everything in front of him. When the ominous meteor appeared, the song of the soul made him see the dark future. This means that the future has an inseparable relationship with the meteor that crosses the sky.

But... what does the meteor mean? What does the undead army that is rampant in Lordaeron have anything to do with Tyrion?

On a spring night, above the icy sea, the Prophet fell into long thoughts.

A few words about the future are not enough for him to see the truth of the matter, but the prophet can be sure that the current peace of the alliance cannot be maintained for too long, and a turbulent era is about to begin.

And the Draenei entered Azeroth at the beginning of this era. Is it good or bad?

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Woo

The solid meteor rubbed against the atmosphere of Azeroth, and quickly fell towards the northernmost continent of the world. Its solid corners rubbed against the air quickly, bringing out a touch of beating sparks on the edge, and it was still in this cold night There was a sharp neighing like the banshee's howl.

That ray of light streaked across the darkness, just like the image left behind on the dark curtain. When it finally fell on the surface of a giant floating ice floating in the frozen North Sea, the ominous light dimmed a little. down.

It was thrown directly from the twisting void into Azeroth hundreds of millions of light-years away. The movement of this meteor crashing into the ground was extremely loud. On the surface of the solid ice floe, a shock-shaped crater, and at the bottom of the crater exuding melted steam, the true face of the Meteor was exposed under the sky of Azeroth for the first time.

It was a piece of crystal clear ice, huge, more than 3 meters high, and irregular in shape, and the most surprising thing was that there was a pair of gray-blue armor frozen in this piece of ice, made of skulls and black thorns. Embellishments, and some weird gems, especially the demon-style crown, with a dull blue gem inlaid.

The moment it fell on the ice floe, amidst the brilliance of the jewel, and within the bare armor, a weary and hopeless soul awoke.

Ner'zhul no longer knew how long it had been since he was captured by Kil'jaeden. Every second in the hands of the great demon, his soul was suffering the most terrifying torture. When Er'jaeden gave his soul to the nathrezim, who were skilled in torture and seduction, Ner'zhul felt that his soul had fallen into the abyss of hopelessness.

His body was melted by the demonic fire, and he still couldn't forget the pain of his flesh and blood being disintegrated.

Ironically, what supported him to persevere in this unparalleled pain was actually the communication he had with Tyrion a long time ago.

You saw everything... Tyrion.

My pain, my fate, my despair, you have seen it all...

Cunning you took advantage of them. Under your temptation, I saw the real hell, I saw the real hell, and I walked in that hell.

Finally, finally...

The dark, lingering in the desolate floating ice continent, the whisper of the soul in the deep night, permeated every corner of this dark land in a way that mortals could hardly imagine, the voice was obscure and endless, like It was breezy, but the resentment contained in it was undisguised.

He thought I gave in...hehehehe.

The voice sounded again:

He thought I was willing to be his most loyal servant. Gul'dan's betrayal made him no longer trust any life, so he chose the undead. He thought that the undead I gathered would be loyal to him and his legion. No...no! Wishful thinking!

The soul frozen in the ice began to try to expand his thinking. The demons were not only tormenting Ner'zhul, but also slightly transformed his soul, allowing him to use this new ability to better serve him. Legion service.

And as the consciousness of the old orc leaked out of the ice, he found that his consciousness, which was originally restricted by the soul, had become extremely free now. Under his manipulation, the invisible consciousness was like surging tentacles Generally speaking, they frantically march towards the cold ice floe in all directions, gathering everything that exists on the ground into the imprisoned soul.

This is a new power, and it is a terrible power.

He promised me freedom, he promised me that I would be the king of this world, that I would have the most perfect body to rule my new kingdom... After so many deceptions and nightmares, he thought I Still believe him... Hehe, the so-called fraudsters are nothing more than that.

That pain, that despair, one day, I will give it back to him without reservation! Kil'jaeden... the fraudster, he will suffer another betrayal, of course... of course it will take time, And those cunning and disgusting jailers.

After surviving the most painful nightmare, I got a new life!

Ner'zhul's infinitely spreading consciousness quickly caught several Nathrezim emerging from the Twisting Nether, and they were quickly heading towards Ner'zhul's direction.

Oh, time is running out. Look, the jailers are here. They will guard me and order me to serve the legion. It's okay...it's okay, it's just dormancy. From you, I learn how to do hibernation better, and then When necessary, stab a knife into their heart from behind, I have learned!

Tyrion, I have stepped onto your table, I have joined your game... I will have my army of the undead, and I will call it... Scourge of the undead!

Come on, come on, raise a glass to our common enemy, the feast of death is about to begin, the age of the undead is coming, I have seen it, I have seen this world will tremble in the shadow of death, live The fate that people cannot sustain will be smashed by the dead with their swords!

And me, I'll enjoy the irony of the cycle of life and death... lol

As the nathrezim approached, Ner'zhul's extremely active consciousness gradually and silently fell silent. At the moment when the dreadlords carried the cold ice, Ner'zhul's last The voice sounded in his icy soul.

Come on! Let me see!

Let me see the future you promised me, free, full of hope and fire...

(Will Arthas still be the Lich King? Frankly, I don't know myself...)