Azeroth’s Death Track

Chaldea...Chaldea...

In the gloomy scene, in the pale halo entwined like smog, the archbishop in meditation is like a lost person, he walks blankly in the world between the pitch black and the pale, blankly moving forward, Walk towards the halo that calls his name.

He seems to be walking straight, but also seems to be climbing, and between the occasional flashes of thinking, he also seems to be walking on the ground upside down.

This space is endless, but there are no trees, no hills, no rivers, and there is no second life other than Chaldea. The lights are intertwined. The scene is magnificent and fantastic. During this time, he could even see his own shadow, that distorted shadow that walked under the water-like space and was completely opposite to him.

it's laughing...

This scene is enough to scare anyone, but it is very common in Chaldea's eyes. In the fourth year of holding the Dark Empire Blade, he has already gotten used to his dreams, so weird, so unreal. Fanjing.

As the opposite of light, shadow also inherits the essence of power that is completely different from the light of order. It is difficult for you to find real order in the shadow, and even the embodiment of this power becomes evil, cold, While acting on the physical object, it will also affect the opponent's mind.

The power of shadow is no weaker than the power of light, especially if you embrace it.

Chaldea...you are already standing on its land, its eyes will soon see you, are you...ready?

A hoarse voice sounded in the mind of Bishop Chaldea. It looked like a lazy woman, but her voice was erratic, like thousands of voices fused together. When you listen carefully, you will find again, It seemed to be a man's voice, a child's voice, an old man's voice, or even... the roar of a beast.

I have prepared an army of shadows, but it is not enough.

Chaldea stood where he was, letting the surrounding lights and shadows shine, and he said softly:

Tyrion's suppression of N'Zoth has allowed us to harvest those tidesages. They are more skilled in using shadow power than priests, but they are still mortals. Mortals cannot approach the sleeping place of the ancient gods. As long as they hear C'Thun's voice, and they'll go completely mad... not enough, not enough.

That is an enemy that mortals can't fight against...My lord, your power recovery is too slow, we can only hope for the secret plan of the king of the dead, simply, we still have some allies... and Contact with the Blightcaller has begun, but are the druids who once served the Lord of the Undead trustworthy?

hehe

Facing Chaldea's doubts, Miss Xalatas's answer was simple:

No one is trustworthy, Chaldea, the power you hold has determined that it is difficult for you to win allies in this orderly world, but the teachings of the Blightcallers are very interesting. The teachings of the balance of life and death determine their You can become companions with the undead, and you can also live in peace with the living, the king of the undead is playing a big game, and the wither, the wither is a very important role in it.

If possible, we must find a way to maintain this fragile peace with them. Only after more and more people embrace the shadows can we move in the sun.

Chaldea nodded. As the archbishop currently ruling the Stormwind Kingdom, he could understand what Xalatas meant, but the agreement with Tyrion made him hesitate.

Tyrion is using us, my lord...he is using you, using your hatred of the other Old Gods, to help him achieve something.

But we are using him too, my loyal Chaldea.

The fifth ancient god's whisper sounded in the archbishop's ears:

Only one person can enjoy the glory of devouring the world. The existence of the five ancient gods is itself a mistake, but through fighting and devouring, the power of the five ancient gods will eventually merge into one. Our advantage lies in that I am free Yes, and the other three guys... are all prisoners, and all that remains of Y'Shaarj, who was once the most powerful, is the heart of darkness that is still beating at the end.

Even what Y'Shaarj, who used to dominate half of the world, failed to do, with the help of Tyrion, I will finally complete... When I am complete, we don't need to intrigue with him anymore But before that, before the mission of devouring the world is accomplished, we need him!

Hehe, this is the best thing, because he also needs us...

The sound made Chaldea close his eyes, and after a moment, he said softly:

Seek skin with a tiger?

You need to learn from him, my loyal Chaldea, you need to learn Tyrion's methods, his mind, his schemes, his hypocrisy, ignorant mortals only know that the undead forced them to come to the New World, but they see There is no sign of changes in the world, Tyrion is using his own hands to shape this world, shaping it into a stronger and more dynamic future, and he wants to fully develop the potential of this world...

Xalatas' voice sounded again, this time even Miss Fifth Ancient God's tone was a little more helpless:

He has become a general trend, and he is not sure about confronting us head-on. According to my guess, his next target should be those old-fashioned night elves. Those immortal species occupy too many resources in this world, and their civilization The output is too small, and the king of the dead will not tolerate this kind of civilization for too long... Also, the rift fluctuations in the shadow world and this world are becoming violent, and I can't see who is affecting it, but ...

Tyrion, right?

Chaldea shook her head:

I can't think of anything in this world that he didn't intervene in. He is seeking the power of death, but I don't think it will go well. When Dalaran was destroyed, my lord, we saw it with our own eyes The oppression of the two gods of death...he has his enemies, and this is probably the only thing we can be thankful for.

Lucky is an emotion you shouldn't have!

The fifth ancient god's voice became severe:

Wars will always start, wars will always end, and there will always be a winner. Looking at the trajectory of the Undead King, I don't think he will provoke an opponent he can't fight without being sure... maybe , the reaction of the gods of death is also in his planning, we have enough reasons to believe that in this battle of gods of death, Tyrion has a great interest rate and will become the final winner, do you know what this means? ?”

In the changing mood of Xalatas, the light and shadow in this dream-like space also flickered quickly, and facing Xalatas' questioning, Chaldea was silent for more than ten seconds, and then said heavily:

He will master the power of death, the most basic and one of the six most powerful forces in the stars, he will become the enemy of the void, he will have enough ability to completely eliminate the corruption that has penetrated into the heart of this planet... That will be our end.

We have to speed up... C'Thun is just the first one. The concentration of magic power in this world is rising. My loyal Chaldea, the Heart of Darkness of Y'Shaarj will appear in the world soon. I I don’t think Tyrion is ignorant of the legend of the Mist Continent, he must be waiting too, we have to get it before the King of the Undead arrives.”

Xal'atath's voice trembled between the light and shadow:

The Heart of Darkness will give me true completion, and it will also give you the power to transcend the ordinary, that is the essence of shadow...

And those dwarves!

Chaldea's voice also cheered up:

Muradin and Brian are leading the dwarves in Northrend to search for the land where their ancestors lived. They will never imagine what kind of darkness is hidden in the land of their ancestors... Maybe we should help them!

Well, not bad, not bad.

Xalatas' voice slowly sank:

Your eyes are finally on the level of the world, which makes me very pleased. You learn quickly, my loyal Chaldea. You are the most correct choice I have made in these hundreds of years. Of course , don't forget the sleepers at the bottom of the sea, although it is very difficult, but you need to contact those Jannas... The proud queen 10,000 years ago would not simply obey the sleepers, she has her plan, that's fine...I need her to have plans of her own.

Time, that's the best poison...

After finishing these words, the dark space in front of Chaldea suddenly collapsed at this moment, as if being thrown back from one world to another. The moment the archbishop opened his eyes, pure and gentle holy light flowed from him It burst out from the body, covering him like a shadow in the light.

And on the barren land in front of him, thousands of believers of the Holy Light in the Kingdom of Stormwind are sincerely reciting the poems of the Holy Light. This is a grand sermon. In their hearts, they need the power of faith.

In the hearts of these pioneers, the high-ranking Archbishop of Chaldea opened his arms, and his plain black robe fluttered in the wind. With the shining of the holy light, the archbishop's soft and magnetic voice echoed in the wind of Thousand Needles Forest. echoed in:

People of the Holy Light, the light has brought us the truth.

Nothing shall cease to be born, and nothing shall be destroyed... Not one ounce of energy, not one will of every soul will be wasted, and in the light of light they will become part of this world, and they will to the birthplace.

The souls of the people whose hearts are illuminated by faith will burn in the light curtain of the stars, and be with the stars. The trajectory of each person's existence in the world will not be eliminated by the hesitation and cowardice in their hearts.

Just like we will eventually die, but we should not be afraid of death. The death of an individual will give a new life to the group.

Under the light of the inner light, everything is a cycle.

All secrets, all truths, our very being, are part of the great cycle, and we are with it...we are with the truth.

Praise the Holy Light.

The truth spoken by the archbishop is too obscure, and maybe the believers can't understand what he really wants to say, but in this kind of light-shining ceremony, everyone can feel the warmth echoing in their hearts. On the stairs before their eyes, The light on the archbishop's body became brighter and brighter, like a lamp guiding the people forward.

But no one noticed that behind that ever-brighter light was a... shadow that hung over everything.

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The Kingdom of Stormgard guards Dustwallow Marsh in the north, the settlers of Gilneas are in the east of Thousand Needles, and the settlers of Lordaeron are in the west of Thousand Needles. There is only one place our people can go...to the south .”

The Countess of Prestor, the beautiful woman who ruled the Kingdom of Stormwind, is getting thinner and thinner, and she looks more and more like a real Countess, and those memories of being a black dragon are as old in her mind as in her previous life .

What's even more frightening is that the countess hasn't really changed into the shape of a dragon for several years. She seems to have truly become a human being, and the black dragon family has been withering day by day, so in her heart, she does not resist this change .

At this time, in the town of Thousand Needles, the countess, who was always indifferent, was discussing the future direction of immigration with Duke Aebrock.

The territory given to the human empire by the night elves is huge, but it is barbaric. There are not many lands suitable for human habitation, but it is definitely enough to house millions of civilians.

Facing what the Countess said, the mature and prudent Duke looked at the map, and after a while, he nodded:

Indeed, as you said, Ms. Prestor, the only thing suitable for the Kingdom of Stormwind is the barren Shining Plain, and I heard that there are extremely rich mineral resources hidden there?

Yes, almost all the ores on the main road can be found in this plain, and more importantly, compared to the centaurs in Thousand Needles, the Glittering Plains are just a group of wild beasts and those mining goblins. .”

A coldness flashed across the countess's face:

The era of those goblins stealing the kingdom's mineral veins is over. From now on, every piece of ore on that land will belong to us!

Perhaps, we can also send an expedition team to search further south.

A gentle voice joined the discussion, and the countess and duke didn't need to look back to know who was coming.

After finishing the sermon, the archbishop who rushed back from the journey said with a smile to his two companions:

I heard those druids describe the scene in the south. It is said that at the end of the Tanaris Desert, there is a piece of fertile land. Yes, I know this is a bit idealistic, but I still feel that at this moment, We need to paint a better future for our people.

As he spoke, the archbishop drew a religious symbol on his chest, perfectly interpreting his identity. Facing the proposal of the archbishop, the countess and the duke looked at each other, and finally they nodded.

Okay, then send out an expedition team and search southward. I hope the stories about those druids are not just illusory legends.

The archbishop nodded in satisfaction, and said softly:

I firmly believe that in the southern lands, there exists...miracles.