Azeroth’s Death Track

It has been 10 days since the fall of Stormwind City.

But Prophet Velen couldn't calm down, not because of the tragedies he saw in the human kingdom. As early as when he was still in Draenor, he knew that Tyrion would attack sooner or later. Azeroth, just a matter of sooner or later.

He has already made mental preparations. In the previous battle, although the Draenei did not directly participate in the battle, the three spaceships that went back and forth saved at least nearly 200,000 civilians for the Stormwind Kingdom. Sending refugees across the northern border, the draenei have repaid the favor of the Stormwind Kingdom, which even the harshest king can't blame.

And now, a huge number of undeads are entrenched on the land of the Stormwind Kingdom. They seem to be very quiet, and it seems that there is no sign of war again in the short term, but Velen knows that Tyrion's cold undead heart There is an unquenchable flame, and he won't wait long.

The shadow of war has already shrouded the sky of the eastern continent, but frankly speaking, this has little to do with the Draenei, because their whole family has moved to another continent.

Northrend... the northernmost continent in the world, the area is slightly smaller than the Eastern Kingdom, but it is a wild land that has not yet been opened, and there is no territorial dispute. In the southwest corner of the Northrend continent, The land called Borean Tundra is located at the intersection of cold and mild climates. Only some pioneers of the Kingdom of Lordaeron cultivated the land here.

According to the calculations of the Draenei great technician, this land covered with mountains, frozen soil, plains and lakes has enough land to support the existing nearly 300,000 Draenei, and most importantly, this land It is rich in products, surrounded by the sea on three sides, rich in fish resources, and has enough prey for hunting. It is surrounded by snow-capped mountains at the northern end, which closes the road leading to the deeper part of the Northrend continent. It can be called an excellent place for recuperation.

In the past year, the draenei civilians who came here first have cultivated a large number of farms here. Compared with those pioneers with scarce supplies, the draenei with higher technology are more convenient. In a more perfect way of reclamation, they will use mechanical creations similar to golems, which makes it much easier for them to build houses and settlements.

When the Undead War broke out, the last group of Draenei who were migrated from the Red Ridge Mountains to the Borean Tundra were surprised to find that their compatriots had already achieved self-sufficiency in their new homeland, and they even lived near the northern tundra. In Haikou, a small stone city was built, full of draenei-style buildings and a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere, which also made these exiles from the stars feel a little bit of home warmth.

The most important task for the Draenei people at present is to store enough supplies before the cold winter of Northrend, and to find a way to break through the space barrier and transfer the storm fortress left in Draenor to their new home. He has never forgotten that he still has nearly 200,000 compatriots living in that world controlled by the undead.

Yes, the Prophet Velen, who had made a deal with Tyrion back then, saved a hand. He did not tell Tyrion that although Storm Fortress was severely damaged during the landing 200 years ago and had lost the ability to fly, that The space transition system of the spaceship is still barely usable. As long as the time is right, Storm Fortress will return to the new world unharmed.

But that requires a lot of resources. Even according to the most optimistic judgment, the draenei only have one chance to jump in space. Once they fail, Storm Fortress will no longer be able to leave the world of Draenor. Those compatriots who live there, Will become a hostage held by the Darkblade Legion to threaten the draenei.

But to be honest, it's not these things that have made the Prophet very worried and distressed recently. What he cares more about is what Tyrion said to him during the Battle of East Valley.

He said that I sent my compatriots to hell with my own hands...

The Prophet sat in his own meditation room, frowning and thinking about the meaning of Tyrion's words. Although it might be just the plot of the Dark Blade King, the Prophet could feel that Tyrion's words were not aimless .

Is there really some dark power in Northrend that I haven't discovered yet?

The prophet twirled the rosary in his hand, and the sparks of the holy light danced between him, making his thoughts unable to return to the scene when the draenei just came to Azeroth 2 years ago. In the night at sea, he witnessed the meteor falling on the northernmost tip of the world at the moment, and the distorted illusion about the future that appeared with the meteor.

All this made the Prophet feel heavy pressure.

The future is uncertain.

Velen recited these words silently, and picked up the Song of Soul pendant on his chest. This one-seventh jewel of the Atama crystal could allow him to see the future, but as he said, he saw The future is just a fragment of one of countless futures. In many cases, the fragments you see will even contradict themselves. To become a qualified prophet, being able to see the future is only a basic skill...

You also need to have enough wisdom and careful thinking to judge whether the pictures you see are worthy of trust, and most importantly, while respecting fate, you must maintain confidence in rebelling against fate. Too much respect and blind obedience, Fate will bury you, and if you resist too stubbornly, fate will spurn you.

The grasp of this is the ability that a prophet really needs.

Let me see it...

In the faintly shining light, the prophet closed his eyes, and the soul song in his hand trembled slightly, and strands of purple light began to twine in the prophet's hands, like a ball of dancing light, in the prophet's hands In his mind, a picture slowly opened before his eyes, but it was as if separated by a layer of gauze, and he couldn't see it clearly.

He saw the Borean tundra, saw the draenei people working on the tundra, and heard their contented and happy laughter. In this misty picture, the Prophet raised his head. In the dark night in the north, the two Points of light like starlight are shining in the sky, a mass of darkness, and a mass of obscurity, each other radiating brilliance.

The Prophet felt a little ominous from the deep darkness, his heart sank, he controlled his thoughts to float up into the sky, and flew towards the north, he saw a huge ice floe, which was as big as a province. The dark ice floes seemed to be a part of this continent, and to the south of the ice floes, a dark tower was rising at an extremely fast speed.

There were faint blue light spots shining on the ice floe. The prophet thought it was a light, but when he looked carefully, he found that it was walking on the dark ice floe... undead!

The densely packed undead are uglier than the dark blade undead of Commander Tyrion, mixed with too many dead bones. Under the manipulation of a huge will, they built a dark palace for their king, and the scattered In the dark clouds of the sky, the obscure and cold laughter made the Prophet shudder even more, and then there was the fire. The fire that ignited from the north of the ice floes seemed to ignite the dead wood piled together, burning everything to death.

Among the panicked fires, the scene in front of me was like a disturbed pool, dissipating in the ripples.

Another undead! Is this the hell he was talking about?

Velen took a deep breath, and the picture in front of him gradually turned into mist and dissipated. This is not reality, but a certain scene in the infinite future. Before getting enough information to support it, the prophet can't even judge whether it is real or not. Fake.

And when he turned his head, in this fragment of the future that had not yet dissipated, Velen suddenly discovered that a huge eyeball was floating behind him, just like those strange evils in the void, it quietly moved Looking at him, the Prophet wouldn't even feel it if he didn't see its existence, and there was a shadowy light floating in that weird eyeball.

The Prophet sensed a hint of sarcasm, a hint of contempt, a hint of confusion in those eyeballs.

You...I saw you...

The dry voice resounded strangely in the prophet's mind, like a monster growing in the darkness, which woke up the meditating prophet, and the purple lines wrapped around his palm also quickly dissipated.

Velen touched his heart, he was a little unable to judge, did the voice appear in the future clip, or did it really sound in his heart just now?

But regardless of whether this fragment is true or not, one thing Velen can already tell is that Northrend is not peaceful. If they want to continue living in this home that has already been built, the Draenei still have a lot to do a lot of.

Maraad, come to me!

The Prophet called out to the bravest garrison officer of the Draenei in his heart, and soon, Maraad in full armor appeared in the Prophet's meditation room. He looked at Velen with a tired face, and asked softly :

Prophet, have you seen a bad future again? Is it a demon?

demon?

Velen froze for a moment. Indeed, in the past peeking into the future, every time a draenei appeared, the demons would inevitably follow him. But this time... but this time, he saw the threat, but Not from the devil anymore.

Could it be that fate is guiding him...does he no longer need to worry about the threat of demons?

No, not a demon.

The Prophet shook his head, letting go of the strange thoughts in his heart. He looked at the Grand Defense Officer in front of him, pondered for a moment, and said:

I have seen the hidden darkness in the north of Northrend, and there are two completely different forces affecting this land, just behind the snow mountain that separates the Borean tundra from other lands, and in the world surrounded by snow. Top...I will prohibit the people from exploring further north, but we must make all preparations, Maraad, after this cold winter is over, I need you to lead the bravest defenders to establish an observation base outside the snow mountain.

Velen stroked his beard, poured a cup of hot tea for the Grand Vindicator, and said softly:

Darkness will not spread to our new home for the time being, the fate of this world is changing every minute and every second, no one knows whether that future will become a reality... It will be repaired in time, when you set off, bring the Forbidden Ship, the most powerful battleship in our hands, will become the new line of defense for the Draenei!

Um.

The big garrison officer nodded, but after a while, he asked again:

Prophet, with all due respect, if we want to find out what is hidden in this continent, why don't we ask those ancient settlers? You also know that the blue dragons who live in the islands to the southwest of the strait, they Surely knows all this better than we do.

Blue dragons...they are not friendly, Maraad. In Azeroth's legends about giant dragons, the blue dragons who control the power of magic have always appeared as hermits. In the situation we have just established It will appear that we are too hasty to visit rashly.

The rosary in the prophet's hand was spinning, and he said softly:

Of course, I will visit them at the right time, and I will go in person to meet the king of magic. In Dalaran's collection of books, human mages describe Malygos in gorgeous and respectful words. For This kind of high-level power that we have never seen before, we have to maintain the necessary humility.

Yes, Prophet, I have withdrawn the people who were surveying the terrain along the southwest coast.

Maraad said: But when they returned, they passed by a place called Amber Cliff. It is said that there are red dragons haunting it... Could it be that the dragons of Azeroth all settled in Northrend? ?

I don't know that.

The Prophet smiled, took a sip of tea, and said softly:

Ah, it's rare to come to a new world with abundant supplies, Maraad. After the cold winter, I plan to hold a summer solstice celebration here again. Our people have not celebrated our own for more than ten years. It’s the holiday season, and it’s time to renew our traditions.”

That would be very nice, of course.

The big garrison officer also showed a smile, he looked at the gentle prophet, he asked:

I don't know if it's an illusion, Prophet, I always feel that after coming to this world, you seem to be full of confidence in it...

Of course I will have full confidence in Azeroth, Maraad.

The prophet narrowed his eyes and said with emotion:

In the past tens of thousands of years, I have never seen the victory scene in the future fragments. In the continuous dark nightmare, I even lost confidence in myself. We hide in Draenor and linger , looking forward to new hope every day, but that was just self-consolation until we got here.

In Azeroth, Maraad, you can't see what I see, and I've seen more than once... I've seen demons driven from the world, I've even seen , we are back on the Path of the Stars, not to flee, but... to return to our true home with the help of new allies, I see.

Argus, we will definitely go back, but here... Azeroth, this place will also be our home, forever home.