War Hymn of Warcraft [WOW]

Regardless, Deathwing was eventually wiped out—

Even though Azeroth was traumatized and lost several powerful demigods, the world was saved.

The guardian dragons such as Nozdormu and Alexstrasza had obvious smiles on their faces. Although they lost the power of the guardian dragons because of the previous attack of the ancient gods, at least Azeroth was saved. . As long as the world is still there, there is hope for everything.

However, Garrosh, Tyran Fordring and Kael'thas were not so lucky. The three who lost their partner stared blankly at the turbulence of the maelstrom, becoming more and more silent.

Even Zhan Zhixing's best friends, including Alsace and Jaina, fell silent. They knew that Zhan Zhixing could choose to give up this timeline, but for them, he still chose to use himself as his own. Kill Deathwing.

"Huh? What's going on!" Alsace suddenly felt that some Val'kyr in the distance flew towards him without being summoned by him. Val'kyr are all female, they are Alsace's faithful and capable assistants. But they are not natural life species that grow on their own, but the most loyal and obedient races, transformed into new lives through Alsace's transformation ceremony. Most of them have powerful abilities, such as: they can transform the dead into undead.

They generally stayed in Icecrown Citadel when not called upon by Arthas. Although Arthas no longer restricts intelligent undead from entering and leaving other areas, they are still as reclusive as they were when they served the Lich King. If Alsace remembered correctly, this was the first time they had walked out of Icecrown.

In the far northern sky, three crystal-clear and white Val'kyr appeared in everyone's sight. They hold huge swords and wear translucent white battle armor, just like the "soul healers" in ancient legends. Like "soul healers", they also have wings. The ice blue that originally symbolized the Lich King regained their sanity in Alsace, and after throwing it towards the holy light, it also glowed slightly with holy light. If Zhan Zhixing were here, maybe he would imagine them as real "angels".

The three Val'kyr gradually entered and came before everyone. They first bowed to Arthas as the Lich King, and then Anhelder, the leader of the three, walked towards Kael'thas.

Kael'thas still knelt and sat in the place where Cirvanas disappeared. When he saw the Val'kyr approaching, he raised his head in a daze. Val'kyr's voice is as crystal clear and white as their images, like a fairy who has come out of the world:

"According to the ancient contract, we can perceive that the lady who fell here once made an agreement with us. Although it is not the contract we made on this timeline, and the goal seems to be just another timeline But it seems that this lady from another timeline transferred the contract to her here, and we in that timeline agreed to it. For this reason, we came here to bring this lady back from nothing .”

She turned her face and faced Kael'thas with a masked profile, as if listening to the voice of the void. After a long time, a deep and slow elegant singing sounded from her mouth—

Somehow, the moment when Cirvanas made a contract with them on another timeline was replayed:

"Sylvanas Windrunner, Queen of Darkness, Queen of the Forsaken... You will be able to walk the world again with the help of the Val'kyr sisters. As long as they live, you will live too. Freedom, life... and the power beyond death Power. This is our contract, are you willing to accept our gift?"

"Okay," she said, "we make a deal."

Sylvanas Windrunner felt her own death, cold and empty.

But this is not the feeling of her body. After bearing the blow of the ancient god, her body was already on the verge of being broken, and she was completely destroyed after seeing Kael'thas. The coldness and emptiness she felt came from her soul. A lost soul is like a rudderless boat in a storm in endless darkness.

What is she here for? I can't remember, was it killed by Arthas Menethil? In the Silvermoon Forest back then, the helplessness and remorse of that knight-errant general galloping on the battlefield when he faced the natural disaster of the undead? No, it's not quite like it, why is there no hatred in her heart...

By the way, Kael'thas, I saw him before I died. But why is he there, shouldn't he be in Dalaran? In the face of natural disasters, even as a prince, he could not escape the fate of falling! Cirvanas' heart couldn't help but tugged, even after death, a gorgeous figure would still occupy her heart.

Time is meaningless here. Her whole life was so brief, a concatenation of events, as faint as a pinpoint flash of light compared with the endless nothingness. All she could feel was darkness.

Endless darkness.

There seemed to be something hideous and terrifying in the darkness. She could feel it, and curled up with it, but it meant nothing.

Unbearable pain hit her, cold and helpless. That fearful thing was tearing her apart, she could feel the feeling of being pulled, but without a body, she couldn't make the slightest sound.

Here is death, the end of all things. The creatures had grabbed her. Surrounding her, enjoying the pleasure of torturing, tearing, devouring her consciousness. Endless nothingness, endless darkness, endless pain...

At some point in the past, or in a lifetime, she had seen light piercing the darkness—and then they came, reaching out to her. Compared to this dark place, Nava'kyr's beauty cannot be described in words. She protected Cirvanas with her halo.

She felt herself vulnerable and naked, curled up. When she heard her own voice again, she couldn't help sobbing. Sylvanas Windrunner was completely broken at the moment—

Kael'thas, where are you...

"According to the ancient contract, Lady Sylvanas Windrunner, you and we are sisters, we nine Val'kyr, plus you, ten are one. You have received our power, as long as we still Before all die, you shall say farewell to death."

Ender Held paused for a long time, as if sighing for her future fate. But Cirvanas couldn't see any hesitation from her beautiful face.

"Whatever the time, we are sisters in one body, and you will walk with us."

"And I will take your place and bear the invasion of darkness here for you."

"But as long as ten of us don't all die, I shall have eternal life—"

A blinding light flashed, and Cirvanas woke up.

"Sylvanas!"

"Kael'thas, we meet again!" Sylvanas looked past Kael'thas's golden hair and red mage robes to the gray-black sky of the maelstrom.

As long as they are here, she will be there.

Half an hour later, Deep Rock Continent...

"This is the Broken Wilderness, we found the remains of Deathwing, repeat, this is the Broken Wilderness, we found the remains of Deathwing!"

Jaina turned off the communicator, and grabbed Alsace anxiously:

"Let's go there quickly, maybe we can resurrect Zhan Zhixing."

As the Lich King, Arthas was able to bring the consciousness of the dead back from their long sleep as long as there were remains of their remains. This is much more efficient than Val'kyr's one-for-one replacement, but nothing is important at this moment, the most important thing is being able to restore the heroes who died in the Deathwing War.

Jaina opened the teleportation circle and teleported to the SI:7 agent. As soon as she stepped out of the magic circle, Arthas saw scattered tentacles spread out in a ball. The fiery red tentacles have now solidified into dark brown, turning into a pool of tentacle stone statues. If it weren't for the evil Iron Jaw, no one would have thought that this pile of lava was Deathwing, who once threatened the entire Azeroth.

"Quick, shaman, come and drive the earth element, and remove all the solidified lava here!" Jaina ordered to the people behind her, and continued to use her arcane power to remove stones. Deathwing has become a polymer of lava since his fall, and there is no trace of flesh and blood inside—even if there was, it was turned into fly ash under Zhan Zhixing's attack.

Since it was the people from SI:7 who discovered the remains of Deathwing, everyone in Stormwind rushed to the scene, including Tylan Fording. He looked at this piece of lava, his eyes full of expectation—

Not only his best friend, but also his lover was swallowed up by Deathwing!

The shamans constantly used Deathwing's remains to summon the earth elementals, commanding the earth elementals to a designated location and dispersing them. This kind of journey was extremely quick, and it didn't take long for Deathwing's lava tentacle statue to go down halfway, and it seemed that it was about to reach his stomach. After repeatedly summoning an earth element, a shaman suddenly found a human hand in the vacant rock position.

"Here is a dead body! Come quickly!"

Jaina and the others hurried over. Seeing the dug-out person, Tailan covered his mouth for a moment, and tears welled up in his eyes—

"Reguinald!"

This is a charred black corpse, it cannot be Zhan Zhixing's. Even if the demigods die, the powerful energy on their bodies can ensure that their corpses are intact. At this moment, Reginald could no longer see the human form. His armor was almost completely melted by the scorching lava. The melting of the magic source material ingot and the arcanium ingot made the armor on his body unrecognizable. , the iron thorns extended in all directions. Similarly, his face was burned into a mass of skeletons, and even half of the skull was burned away, leaving the scorched edges pointing to the sky, which looked extremely terrifying.

Several female draenei shamans present couldn't help but turned around and vomited when they saw this scene, but Tailan didn't seem to notice, he walked forward silently, took off the plate armor gloves on his hands, Caressed Reginald's sharp notch in his skull:

"You promised to stay with me for the rest of your life! Didn't you say that you have escaped the established destiny, and no one can stop us! Why? Why! Why..."

Regardless of the sharp iron thorns on his body, Tai Lan hugged his remains fiercely in his arms. Fortunately, the blessed paladin plate armor on him was also extraordinary, and the melted magic-free source matter ingots and arcane ingots couldn't penetrate his body. Tailan let out a dull choked sound. In the past, when his mood was a little bit unfavorable, Reginald would immediately think of some funny jokes, so that the smile would bloom on his face again.

However, the person who used to make him laugh and take care of him was now a cold corpse, wrapped in the armor that once protected him.

"Reginald...we agreed...even father..." Tai Lan vaguely looked at Reginald's half-burned head through his blurred vision. In the blurred vision, Tyran seemed to see Reginald's face—

He was still smiling at him, as always. The scene around me seems to be that spring, when the two went to the North County Abbey; it seems that before Zhan Zhixing went to Outland, the two ran to the dinner table at his house every day; Lan's prayer room; or the appearance of Exodar who was shrouded in the holy light that year, when he kissed his lips without hesitation; more like the dwelling of the two in Stormwind City, the first time of the two Once...for the last time.

Tyran groped forward in blurred vision, trying to kiss Reginald's grinning mouth. However, in the blink of an eye, as the tears flowed down, everything in front of him turned into a gloomy Deep Rock Continent again. The person in front of him has also turned into a ball of coke...

Cold and hard, wrapped in a mass of thick metal, like a statue. He couldn't bend his body now, his face was beyond recognition, and Tyran couldn't even see where his familiar lips were now.

The skull was opened, the brain was destroyed, and even the reappearance of Zhan Zhixing's powerful semi-holy light could not save his life. What's more, now even Zhan Zhixing's life and death are uncertain. Tai Lan hugged Reginald desperately, and his body slid down involuntarily.

"That's right! Undead!"

Tai Lan turned his head full of hope, looking at Alsace who was standing silently. He even crawled to Alsace's side, looking at him with a little eagerness—

"Arthas... no, Your Majesty Menethil, you are the Lich King, the ancestor of the undead, you must be able to save Reginald, right! Just like the tauren chieftain Bloodhoof, you must also be able to save Go back to Reginald, right?"

Alsace hesitated for a while, then nodded silently. Tai Lan seemed to see the hope of the whole world beckoning to him, he shook Alsace's shoulder, and his voice was full of pleading:

"Please, please, bring Reginald back to life! No matter what the price is, I'm willing to accept it!"

"I can indeed resurrect him, but..." Alsace looked at the paladin in front of him. If he was a mage, warrior, or even a druid, he would not hesitate so much. "...conventional methods can no longer make up for his broken body. The only way I can do is to resurrect him as a death knight and use evil runes to regenerate his flesh and blood."

"But you know, death knights and the Holy Light are mortal enemies. Even after I surrender to the Holy Light, the death knights under my command will still suffer great damage after they come into contact with the Holy Light. In other words, Reginald's resurrection back…"

"After his resurrection, the two of us must keep a certain distance, right? The best... is to separate completely." Tai Lan regained his senses with a wry smile, and looked at the hideous wreck that Reginald turned into again, "Do it Well, Your Majesty Menethil, I have no regrets..."

Arthas walked forward and put the Sigh of Light back into his backpack—for a newborn death knight, every ray of holy light could cause an indelible blow. He took a deep breath, the power of the holy light emanating from his body was gradually sealed and distorted, and the holy angel on his shoulder became a demon with horns, the orange holy light gradually faded, and strands of icy blue The light shines again.

In the blink of an eye, the demigod who radiated holy light re-morphed into the cruel and cold death knight who sat on the Frozen Throne back then.

"It's really... I haven't felt this way for a long time." Alsace shook his hands. Although his body had turned back into a death knight, his soul was still wrapped in holy light, noble and pure.

He took off the gloves on his hands, revealing pale palms. The iron thorn on Reginald's body was touched with the palm of his hand, and a stream of blood spurted out—

"In the name of an ancient and evil power, Arthas Menethil, as a death knight, wields the power of the Frozen Throne—"

"Use my blood as a guide, fight for me, sleeping warrior!"

The ferocious iron spikes on Reginald's body suddenly retracted, turning into a death knight-style plate armor. Goat horned demons, skeletons, ghostly green will-o'-the-wisps... are exactly the same as the current Alsace. Alsace's blood slowly floated in mid-air, and flew into Reginald's burnt body.

A wave of disgusting granulation continued to roll over his body. In the blink of an eye, the original half of the skull was completed, and the layers of muscles on his face were covered again until the skin covered him again.

The current Reginald no longer had the robust ivory white skin of before. With his eyes closed, his face was pale, and he looked very sick.

"Open your eyes, warrior!"

Following Alsace's words, Reginald suddenly opened his eyes, and strands of ice-blue evil energy symbolizing the Lich King overflowed from his pupils. As long as the fire of his soul is not extinguished, this ice blue will not stop.

"Reguinald!"

Tai Lan couldn't restrain his excitement, and quickly ran to Reginald's side. Before Arthas could stop him, Tyran hugged Reginald.

However, the rise of plumes of black smoke made Tyran stay away from Reginald in the first place. The reaction of the Holy Light on Reginald was extremely terrifying. Where he came into contact with Tai Lan, he left burnt marks, as if mocking Tai Lan's ignorance.

"I said a long time ago that if he becomes a death knight, you, a heroic paladin, are destined to be his mortal enemy." Alsace was a little helpless, but he still reminded Tailan of this cruel fact.

Tyran took a few steps back, and Reginald looked at each other from afar. In Reginald's eyes, Tyran could see the pain—

Reginald's previous body was shattered too badly. Even after turning into a death knight, his energy dropped to its original level in an instant, and he wasn't even considered a professional. And Tailan, due to the protection of the eternal holy light, exudes the breath of holy light all the time.

"It's nothing... Tai, Tailan, it's a great fortune to see you again in this life." Reginald tried his best to speak, his voice was a little hoarse, probably because the organs of this body hadn't been adjusted yet.

Holy light? Tai Lan looked at Reginald from a distance, and the scenes from the past kept flashing before his eyes. He was suddenly a little unwilling. Even though he was a powerful paladin of the hero rank, these became the only resistance for the two of them to be together. use it.

The Holy Light can make the most bloodthirsty warriors calm again, can bring back life to seriously injured civilians, and can comfort believers who are full of sorrow...

But it can't get Tylan to get Reginald.

"Holy light...?" Tai Lan couldn't help asking himself, wisps of purple breath began to mix with the holy light around him.

In the distance, a group of people who came later were gradually approaching—including Garrosh, and also Tyran's father, Tirion Fordring.

Tirion watched his son's holy light gradually fade, and couldn't help rushing forward: "What are you going to do, Tyran!"

Tailan turned his head, his face full of tears was full of determination: "I'm sorry, father. I love Reginald, I love him so much, even unconsciously..."

"...beyond my beliefs!"

The holy light on Tai Lan's body was instantly reversed, turning into a purple shadow and floating slowly. Although it is a shadow, it is still like a holy light, comforting people's hearts.

Light and shadow are originally one.

"You..." Tirion lowered his hands helplessly, he knew that he could no longer stop this son who was deeply in love. What's more, he didn't want to stop it.

The original surging holy light on Tailan's body turned into a shadow, and since then, he has become the first Shadow Knight. Unlike the evil powers wielded by death knights, shadows simply represent the opposite of light.

He walked up to Reginald and kissed his lips slowly:

"Now, there's really nothing stopping us from being together!"

It didn't take long for Deathwing's wreckage to be cleared away. But to everyone's disappointment, there was no Zhan Zhixing inside.

"Maybe Zhan Zhixing finally turned into an energy body and dissipated together with the power of Deathwing at that time?" Jaina guessed helplessly, with an indescribable loss in her heart.

"Sorry, we only found this." Druid spread his hand, and a ring turned from a tree branch lay quietly on his hand.

Even though he was in the lava of Deathwing before, this fragile ring was still not damaged in the slightest. Having lost its owner, it lay quietly in the druid's hands, looking a little wilted.

"Zhan Zhixing..." Garrosh pursed his lips, suppressing himself from crying in public, silently put the ring away, and put it on his little finger.

I still remember the scene by the World Tree back then, but now, the two are separated forever.

Demigods are all immortal, and Zhan Zhixing has Sufras, an item that symbolizes the origin of Azeroth, and is destined to wake up after a long sleep. This means that as long as Jaina and others don't fall due to accidents, they will meet again one day.

The crowd at the scene gradually dispersed, leaving only the lonely figure of Garrosh behind.

He looked at Deathwing's evil iron chin, and his right hand with two rings gently rubbed against the remains that had cost Zhan Zhixing his life. Even though he had learned all this from the prophecies of the ancestor spirits, his voice was still full of bitterness and loneliness—

"Why aren't you here, Zhan Zhixing..."

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About death from the official Sylvanas Windrunner short story