Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Chaldeans...Chaldeans..."

In the dim light, in the pale halo of smoke, the archbishop in meditation is like a lost man. He walks blankly in the world between dark and pale, and blankly forwards. Toward the halo calling his name.

He seemed to be walking straight, and he seemed to be climbing. Between the occasional flashes of thought, he was walking on the inverted ground.

This space is endless, but there are no trees, no hills, no rivers, except for Chaldeans, there is no second life, the light is interlaced, the scene is magnificent and fantasy, and occasionally looks back in Chaldeans He could even see his own shadow, the twisted shadow that walked under the space like a stream of water, completely opposite to him.

It's laughing...

This is enough to scare any one person's scene. In Chaldean's view, it is already very common. In the 4th year of holding the blade of the dark empire, he has already been used to his dreams, so strange, so different Fanjing.

As the antithesis of light, shadow also inherits the essence of power that is completely different from the light of order. In the shadow, you can hardly find the real order. Even with this form of power, it becomes evil and cold. While acting on the physical object, it will also affect the opponent's mind.

The power of shadow is not weaker than the power of light, especially after you embrace it.

"Chaldeans... you are already standing on its ground, its eyes will soon see you, are you... ready?"

A hoarse voice sounded in the mind of Bishop Chaldeans, it was like a lazy woman, but her voice was erratic, like thousands of voices merged together, waiting for you to listen carefully, you will find, It seemed to be a man's voice, a child's voice, an old man's voice, even like... the beast's roar.

"I prepared an army of shadows, but this is not enough."

Chaldean stood on the spot, letting the light and shadow around shine, he said softly:

"Tirion’s suppression of Enzos has enabled us to harvest those sea tide sages, who are more skillful in using the shadow power than the priests, but they are still mortals, and mortals cannot be close to the sleeping place of the ancient gods, as long as they hear With Cthune’s voice, they will be completely mad... not enough, this is not enough."

"That's an enemy that mortals can't fight... My lord, your strength is recovering too slowly, we can only hope for the secret plan of the undead king, simply, we still have some allies... and The contact of the wither has begun, but are the Druids who had served the Necromancer trustworthy?"

"Ha ha"

Faced with Chaldean's doubts, Miss Saratas's answer was simple:

"No one is trustworthy. Chaldeans, the power you hold has determined that it is difficult for you to win allies in this orderly world, but the doctrines of the withers are very interesting, and the doctrine of the balance of life and death determines them. You can be a companion with the undead, or you can live in peace with the living. The king of the undead is playing a big game, and the wither and the wither are very important characters."

"If we can, we have to find a way to maintain this fragile peace with them. Until more and more people embrace the shadows, we can move in the sun."

Chaldean nodded, as the archbishop currently ruling the Storm Kingdom, he could understand Saratas, but the agreement with Tyrion made him hesitate.

"Tirion is using us, my lord...he is using you and your hatred of other ancient gods to help him achieve a certain purpose."

"But we are also using him, my loyal Chaldeans."

The fifth ancient god’s whisper sounded in the archbishop’s ear:

"Only one person can enjoy the glory that devours the world. The existence of the five ancient gods is a mistake in itself, but through battle and devouring, the power of the five ancient gods will eventually become one, and our advantage is that I am free Yes, and the other three guys... are all prisoners, and Yashaji, the strongest ever, has only the dark heart that is still beating."

"Things that even Yashaji, who had overwhelmed most of the world, could not do it, with the help of Tyrion, I will finally complete it...When I am complete, we don’t need to fight with him. Yes, but before that, before the mission to devour the world is achieved, we need him!"

"Oh, this is the most wonderful, because he also needs us..."

The voice made Chaldean close his eyes. After a while, he said softly:

"Do you want to hide from the tiger?"

"You need to learn from him, my loyal Chaldeans, you need to learn Terean's methods, his mind, his plan, his hypocrisy, ignorant mortals only know that the undead persecuted them to the new world, but they look Less than the signs of change in the world, Tyrion is shaping the world with his own hands, shaping it into a stronger and more dynamic future. He wants to fully develop the potential of this world..."

Saratas' voice sounded again, this time even a little helpless in the tone of the fifth ancient goddess:

"He's in a position, he is not sure to confront us head-on, and according to my guess, his next goal should be the night elves who follow the old rules, those immortal long-lived species occupy too much resources in this world, and their civilization The output is too small, and the King of Necromantics will not tolerate the existence of this civilization for too long... Also, the rift fluctuations in the shadow world and this world are becoming fierce, I can’t see who is affecting it, but ..."

"Tirion, right?"

Chaldean shook his head:

"I can't think of anything in this world that he didn't intervene in. He's seeking the authority 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, which is probably the only place we can be lucky."

"Fortunately it is the emotion you should not have!"

The voice of the fifth ancient **** became severe:

"The war always begins, the war always ends, there will always be a winner. Looking at the trajectory of the king of the undead, I don't think he will challenge his opponents who he can't fight against without certainty...maybe The reactions of the gods of death are also in his plan. We have enough reasons to believe that in this hegemony, Tyrion has a great interest rate and will become the final winner. Do you know what this means? ?"

In the change of Saratas' mood, the light and shadow in the space similar to the dream also flickered quickly, and facing the challenge of Saratas, Chaldean 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, and he will have enough power to completely eliminate the corrosion of the planet that has infiltrated the heart... That will be our end."

"We have to speed up... Cthune is only the first, the magical concentration of this world is increasing, my loyal Chaldeans, the dark heart of Yashaji will soon appear in the world, I I don’t think Tyrion will know the legend of the Misty Continent. He must be waiting. We will get it before the King of Necromancer arrives."

Saratas's voice trembles between the light and shadow:

"The heart of darkness will give me true complementation, and it will also give you the power to transcend the commonplace, that is the true essence of the shadow..."

"And the dwarves!"

Chaldean's voice was also excited:

"Mulladin and Brian are taking the dwarves to find the land where their ancestors live in Northrend. They can never imagine what kind of darkness is hidden in the land of the ancestors... maybe we should help them!"

"Well, yes, yes."

Saratas' voice slowly fell deep:

"Your eyes are finally on the level of the world, which is very gratifying to me, you learn very fast, my loyal Chaldeans, you are the most correct choice I have made in hundreds of years, of course Don’t forget the sleeper under the sea, although it’s difficult, but you need to contact those Gana... The arrogant empress of 10,000 years ago would not be so simple to obey the sleeper, she has her It’s good...I need her to have her own plan."

"Time, that's the best poison..."

At the end of this sentence, the dark space in front of Chaldeans suddenly collapsed at this moment, as if being thrown back from one world to another. At the moment when the archbishop’s eyes opened, the pure and gentle light from him The body burst forth, covering him like a shadow in the light.

On the barren land before him, thousands of Light Believers in the Kingdom of Storms are sincerely chanting the Psalms of the Light. This is a grand sermon. The pioneers are full of daze and fear for the future. In the soul, they need power from faith.

In the minds of these pioneers, the archbishop of Chaldean opened his arms, his simple black robe fluttered in the wind, accompanied by the shining of the holy light, the soft and magnetic voice of the archbishop in the wind of the thousand needle stone forest Echoed in:

"People of the Holy Light, the light brings us truth."

"Everything will not stop being born, all things will not be destroyed... Every energy of every soul, every will will not be wasted, in the light of light, they will become a part of this world, they will To the place of birth."

"The souls of the people whose hearts are shining in faith will burn in the light curtains of the stars, and they will be with the stars, and the trajectory of everyone's existence in the world will not be eliminated by the inner hesitation and cowardice."

"Just as we will eventually die, but we should not be afraid of death, individual death will give the group a new life."

"In the light of the inner light, everything is a cycle."

"All secrets, all truths, our existence itself are all part of the great cycle, we are with it... we are with the truth."

"Praise the Holy Light."

The truth told by the Archbishop is too obscure. Perhaps the believers cannot understand what he really wants to say, but in this ritual of shining light, everyone can feel the warmth of the inner echo, on the ladder in front of them, The archbishop's light became brighter and brighter, like a lamp that guided the people forward.

But no one noticed that after that brighter light, it was a shadow...shadowing everything.

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"The Kingdom of Stromgarde guards the dust marshes in the northern town, the immigrants of Gilneas are in the east of the Thousand Needles, and the immigrants of Lordaeron are in the west of the Thousand Needles. ."

The Countess Presto, the beautiful woman who ruled the Kingdom of Storms, became thinner and thinner. She became more and more like a true Countess, and the memories of being a black dragon were as old in her mind as the previous life. .

What’s more frightening is that the countess has not really changed into the shape of a dragon for several years. She seems to have truly become a human being. The Black Dragon family has gradually withered, 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 the Duke of Albrock.

The night elves give the human empire a huge territory, but it is very barbaric. There are not many places suitable for human habitation, but it must be enough to house millions of civilians.

In the face of the Countess's account, the old duke of the heavyweight looked at the map. After a while, he nodded:

"In fact, as you said, Ms. Presto, only the barren flash plain is suitable for the Kingdom of Storms, and I heard that there are extremely rich mineral vein resources hidden there?"

"Yes, almost all the ore on the road can be found in this plain, and more importantly, compared to the centaur in the Centennial Forest, the Shining Plain exists only a group of beasts and those goblin mines. ."

There was a hint of coldness in the countess's face:

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

"Perhaps, we can also send an expedition to look further south."

A gentle voice joined the discussion, and the countess and the duke knew who was coming without turning around.

After finishing the sermon, the archbishop, who was rushed back by the wind and dust, smiled and said to the two companions:

"I heard the Druids describe the southern scene. It is said that at the end of the Tanaris desert, there is a fertile land of heaven. Yes, I know this is idealized, but I still feel that at this moment, We need to draw a bright future for the people."

Speaking of words, the archbishop drew a religious symbol on his chest, which perfectly interpreted his identity. In the face of the proposal of the archbishop, the countess and the duke glanced at each other, and finally, they nodded.

"Okay, let's split up an expedition and search south. I hope the stories of the druids are not just illusory legends."

The Archbishop nodded in satisfaction, he said softly:

"I firmly believe that on the ground in the south, there are... "miracles."

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