Azeroth’s Death Track

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The draenei's escape was like dropping a meteorite throughout the alliance.

All kings, whether wise or arrogant, are exposed to such eccentric long-lived species for the first time. They are rare in number, but powerful in combat, and most importantly, the lifespan of every draenei, To mortals, it looks like immortality.

The high elves of Quel'Thalas also lived long. The 3000-year lifespan has been 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 common people and nobles are not hesitant to offer their own calling and blessings to this eternal life, especially when the prophet waved his hand and sprinkled a scene of holy blessings to the crowd, this cheering became a fanatical prayer.

People are in awe of power, and when this great power clearly belongs to one's own side, it becomes a sincere blessing.

The Holy Light Church is the most friendly to the draenei of all forces in the alliance. The contact between the two sides made the priests and paladins of Azeroth understand that the level of using the power of the light has greatly improved. Some lower-level believers will even use the draenei Man is regarded as a call given by the Holy Light.

In this environment, even if the kings are vigilant about these strange and strange people, they will treat them very kindly. They spent 3 months in the Prophet Velen and toured all the countries of the alliance. After that, the draenei civilians who had moved to the foothills of the Red Ridge Mountains in the Storm Kingdom received unimaginable and generous support.

At present, the situation in Azeroth is relatively calm. It is not difficult for the kings to support some supplies smoothly. For the prophet, the most important harvest is in Kul Tiras, the kingdom of the sea. In the hands of the king, he obtained specific nautical charts of Kalimdor and Northrend. Although the three draenei ships were enough to carry the people across the ocean, that was the last resort.

The draenei’s heritage is also on the verge of dying out. Once the 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 nautical techniques. It was planned that after returning to the Storm Kingdom, a group of pioneers would be sent to the two continents to conduct investigations.

At the fastest speed, find a place for the draenei in Azeroth.

In this diplomacy, the prophet learned the lesson of getting along with the orcs. He did not conceal the origin between the draenei and the demons, and gave a serious warning to the demons to invade the world, but it was like the storm kingdom. As King Varian said, there are a lot of bad things within the alliance, and very realistic kings will not put too much energy into a vague prophecy.

On the spring night of the Dark Portal for 10 years, on the ship returning to the southern part of the mainland, the Prophet Velen suddenly felt the shaking of his mind, and he could not calm down anyway. This situation has happened twice in the past. The first time was the night before Argus was evacuated, and the second was the early morning of the day the orcs attacked the draenei, all of which meant that a bad future was emerging a little bit.

Velen held the Atama Crystal-Song of Soul that could see through the future, trying to see through the future disaster, but this time, the crystal did not respond to him, which made the prophet's worries grow heavier and he left with his staff The cabin went to the deck of the Kul Tiras merchant ship and greeted the enthusiastic sailors.

Sailing sailors are the most superstitious group of people. They encounter various dangers at any time on the sea. They believe in the existence of the gods. Therefore, for Velen with the title of prophet, these sailors showed great enthusiasm and diligence. For these superstitioned mortals, the Prophet knew very well how to deal with them.

He made "prophecies" for several worried sailors, encouraged them with words, and gave them the blessing of the Holy Light to help them get rid of the body's dark wounds. This act made the sailors more devoted to Velen. The captain who heard the news patted his chest and promised the prophet that the first draenei immigrants could take his boat to Kalimdor, which was an unexpected joy.

But the prophet’s worries did not diminish. He stood on the deck, and in awe of the sailors, the prophet picked up the purple crystal soul song again, accompanied by purple light and golden light rippling on the prophet’s body, Visions of the future filled his eyes again.

"this is..."

The Prophet's complexion changed greatly, and in the illusion of the future, he vaguely saw the dark army swept through Azeroth.

They walked silently on the land of Lordaeron, leaving only a barren land, and the icy breath lingering on these unknown legions familiar the prophet, that is the undead!

"Tirion, did you eventually slaughter the world?"

The Prophet muttered to himself, but at the next moment, the illusion in front of him changed again. The Prophet saw the leader who led the group of undeads. It was not the familiar Tyrion. Dawn Blade, but a human... a hand-held skeleton Man of magic sword!

The sword, the ice-blue magic sword shining in front of the prophet in a trance, was a little more silent and less noisy than the apocalyptic sword apocalypse in Tyrion’s hands, but the evil breath from both, It's almost the same source.

"This... this death knight!"

The Prophet’s eyes widened. He vaguely saw the face of the death knight who led the undead to slaughter the entire Lordaeron. He felt unusually familiar, but he hadn’t waited for him to look seriously. Behind him, the sailor Our exclamation woke the prophet from the state of peeping into the future.

A little silence in the purple light, the prophet raised his head and looked in the sailors' eyes. Above the dark sky of Azeroth, a gloomy meteor was crossing the sky and fell towards the extreme north. .

"This is a symptom."

The Prophet subconsciously clenched the Atama crystal in his hand. As a person who has repeatedly seen through the future, he is well aware of all this in front of him. When the unknown meteor appeared, the song of soul showed him the dark future. This means that the future has an inseparable relationship with the meteor crossing the sky.

"But...what does that meteor mean? What do the undead legions that run Lordaeron have to do with Tyrion?"

On the spring night, above the icy sea, the prophet fell into long-term thinking.

Only 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 will not be maintained for too long, a turbulent era is about to start.

And the draenei entered Azeroth when this era started, in the end... is it good or bad?

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"Woo"

The strong meteor rubbed the atmosphere of Azeroth and quickly fell to the northernmost continent of the world. Its solid corners and the air quickly rubbed, bringing a splash of Mars on the edge, still in this icy night Here, a sharp hissing sound like howling of a banshee.

The ray of light crossed the darkness, just like the figure left on the dark curtain. When it finally fell on the surface of a huge floating ice suspended in the frozen North Sea, the unknown light was slightly dimmed. Down.

Dropped directly from the twisted void into Azeroth hundreds of millions of light-years away, the "Meteor" crashed into the ground with a great deal of movement, and even hit an impact type on the solid ice surface Crater, and at the very bottom of the crater where the vapor is being melted, the true contents of the "Meteor" were exposed to the sky of Azeroth for the first time.

It was a piece of crystal clear ice, huge, more than 3 meters high, with an irregular shape, and the most surprising thing was that the ice was sealed by a pair of gray-blue armor, with a skull and black thorns. Embellishment, there are some weird gems, especially the crown with a demon style, set with a dim blue gem.

At the moment when it fell on the ice floe, between the gems shining brightly, within the empty armor, a tired and desperate soul woke up.

Ner'zhul doesn't know how long it has been since he was captured by Kil'jaeden, and every second in the hands of the great demon, his soul is suffering the most terrible torture, even for a period of time. When Irgardan handed his soul to Nasrezm who was good at torture and temptation, Ner'zhul felt his soul had fallen into a hopeless abyss.

His body was melted by the magic fire, and he still can't forget the pain of the flesh and blood falling apart.

It is ironic that supporting him to persevere in this unparalleled pain is actually the exchange between him and Tyrion a long time ago.

"You saw everything...Tirion."

"I have suffered, my destiny, my despair, you have seen..."

"Cunning you used them. Under your temptation, I saw real hell. I saw real hell. I walked in that hell."

"Finally, finally..."

The dull, haunting ice floe continent, the soul in the deep night whispered in every way of the dark earth in an unimaginable way, the voice was obscure and lingering, like It's a breeze, but the resentment contained in it is not hidden.

"He thought I gave in...hehehehe."

The voice sounded again:

"He thought I was willing to be his most faithful servant, Gul'dan's betrayal made him no longer trust any life, so he chose the undead, he thought that the dead souls gathered by me would be loyal to him, and to his army, No... no! delusions!"

The soul frozen in the ice began to try to expand their thinking. The demons were not only torturing Ner'zhul, but also slightly modified his soul, so that he could use this new ability to better Legion service.

With the little orc of the old orc's consciousness seeping out a little bit, he found that his original consciousness restricted by the soul now became incomparably free. Under his control, the invisible consciousness was like a surging tentacle. In general, he goes madly in all directions towards the cold ice floe, and gathers everything that exists on the ground in the imprisoned soul.

This is a new power, this is a terrible power.

"He promised me freedom, he promised me, I will become the king of this world, I will have the most perfect body to rule my new kingdom... After suffering so many deceptions and nightmares, he thought I I will believe him...hehe, the so-called fraudster is nothing more than that."

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

"Through the most painful nightmare, I got a new life!"

Ner'zhul's infinite spread of consciousness quickly captured several Nasrezm that appeared from the twisted void, and they were quickly moving in the direction of Ner'zhul.

"Oh, time is running out. Look, the jailers are here. They will take care of me and order me to serve the legion. It’s okay...it’s okay, it’s just dormant. From you, I learn how to dormant better, and then At the necessary moment, from behind, stab the knives into their hearts fiercely, I learned!"

"Tirion, I have taken your table, I have joined your game...I will have my Necropolis, I will call it...Undead Scourge!"

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

"And me, I will enjoy the kind of irony of life and death... hehe"

As the Nasrezm approached, Ner'zhul's extremely active consciousness quieted down a little bit, and at the moment when the dreadlords carried the cold ice, Ner'zhul's last The voice sounded in his cold soul.

"Come on! Let me see!"

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

(Will Arthas also become the Lich King? Frankly, I don’t know very well...)

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