Warcraft novel series

The sun in the Eastern Plaguelands was always as bright as a tiger's eye stone, so intense that Xavier could hardly open his eyes. Xavier was shaking his tea cup on the old wicker chair, enjoying the warm afternoon sunshine. When he was still a Forgotten One, he loved to bask in the sun. On the balcony of the two-story pavilion dedicated to the mayor of Deathstroke Town, Xavier shook the teacup of honey and tranquilizing flowers, enjoying the rare ray of sunshine in the hazy sky. That was a memory that Xavier himself couldn't remember for so long. It seemed that he was destined to be different from the day he regained consciousness.

But today's sun seemed a little too hot, and the dazzling sunlight made him feel dizzy after being in the sun for too long. Of course, it is impossible for a person of his level to feel uncomfortable just because of basking in the sun. The reason for this feeling is the prophecy technique Jidwin and his friends performed a few days ago. Regarding the location of the Broken Islands, it was always shrouded in darkness. This was not just because Sargeras' purpose was there. Xavier always had a vague feeling that something was going to happen.

This feeling made him very anxious. The children had simply been taken out by Ivina to practice, otherwise they would be said to be neurotic again. Xavier carefully took a sip of the tea. The tea still had a familiar taste. It was his favorite taste when he was still a human. The juice of ground root and Ningshen flower were crushed and then added with honey. At that time, the then prince Alsace also I really like this kind of tea, and of course I can’t forget Varian. Now that Arthas, the Lich King, has left him forever, Varian, the king of Stormwind City, is a busy man. His alliance army and the Horde alliance have just been led by the legendary archmage Khadgar. After going back in time to hunt down Gul'dan, I heard that Gul'dan, a traitor to the orcs, had fled to the Broken Isles. The king is now uniting with the tribal chief Vol'jin to march towards the Broken Islands, and old Fording, the leader of the Silver Hand, also wants to join in the fun. Xavier once dissuaded him from retiring and asked him to hand over the command to Eligar. However, this old and strong paladin always said with a gentle smile that the Holy Light is with me. I will fulfill the will of the Holy Light and let it shine in every corner of Azeroth.

Xavier did not forcefully stop him as a guardian, but he vaguely felt that this trip would bring him danger. Before leaving, Alig came to see him, and Xavier specifically told him to pay more attention to Old Fording. Perhaps this was the only thing he could do as his good friend.

The warm sea breeze brought the salty smell of the sea, and the warships of the Alliance and the Horde faced each other while riding the wind and waves in the endless sea. Although the endless depths of the endless sea hide too many secrets and dangers, as warriors of Azeroth, they will never back down in order to defend their homeland. Gul'dan, a traitor to the orcs, summoned an army of demons in a history twisted by the dragons of time and space. In the process of correcting history, he actually managed to escape from the twisted world, and was accidentally transported to the Tomb of Sargeras. This place is the resting place of the fallen titan, haunted by endless demons. occupy.

No one has ever been able to set foot on this cursed land. The Broken Islands wrapped in black clouds are like cancer on this land, spewing the venom of death. Gul'dan, the orc traitor from the twisted history, seems to have gained the approval of the demons through some unknown method, and the horn of counterattack on the main continent has been sounded. If this malice is allowed to continue on the continent of Azeroth, If it spreads, God knows what bad consequences it will have. As in the twisted history, the two leaders of the Horde and the Alliance reached some kind of tacit understanding and organized a joint army to personally attack the orcs who were already the public enemies of all Azeroth.

In addition to the armies of the Horde and Alliance, following them was the rebuilt Hand of Dawn, the battleship led by Old Fording. Despite being warned by Guardian Xavier, Old Fording still came. Holding the banner of letting the Holy Light shine in every corner of Azeroth, he actually has a small plan in his heart. After defeating the Lich Queen incarnated by Arthas, Old Fordring couldn't find the way forward for a while. Having lost his lover and child, he seemed to have successfully completed his revenge. When the heavy burden was put down, a feeling of emptiness and loss came to his heart again.

In order to cheer himself up, he re-formed the Silver Hand and reached an alliance with Darion Mogorian, the leader of the Black Knight Legion, and Eligar followed Old Fordring as the advance force of the alliance. Broken Isles. But even so, Xavier still doesn't know what he wants to pursue. It seems that he is no longer the old Fording who is unswervingly walking along the path of the Holy Light.

"Are your determination for the Holy Light still as firm as ever?"Old Fording didn't know how many times he asked himself this, and he would answer firmly in the affirmative, but can he still have such firm faith in the Holy Light now? Standing on the deck, the sea wind ruffled Old Fording's white hair. , there was an inexorable confusion in those deep eyes. Looking at the boundless endless sea, confusion and helplessness surged into Old Fording's heart.

At this time, the sound of a steel boot hitting the floor interrupted Old Fording. Ding was confused. He looked back and saw that those were the footsteps of Eligar. He came to the side of old Fording with firm steps."Captain Fording, this is the first time I have seen the sea. I didn't expect you to have the same experience." Come and enjoy the vastness of the endless sea."When looking at Eligg's head wrapped in heavy armor, leaving only a pair of reddish eyes, Old Fording remembered that the man in front of him was already a death knight. Regarding Eligg's past, that It was a memory that was too long and too long. Old Fording could no longer remember it, but the Eligar standing in front of him now was obviously different from that time. He was more confident and stuck to his own path. He seemed to be aware of it. Old Fording was confused, and Eligar's cold voice sounded,"Captain Fording, what exactly is the Holy Light?"Old Fording didn't expect that Eligar would ask this. Before he could think of how to answer, Eligar's cold voice answered for him,"I was once a warrior under the Holy Light. Such love and devotion to him."Speaking of this, Eligg looked at his already cold body without any warmth and sighed and said,"Then I was killed by my good brother Devon Riel, who has become the undead lord, in an honorable battle. Died and became a death knight."Speaking of this, Eligg raised his left hand, and white holy sparks suddenly appeared on the cold palm.

"Even so, the Holy Light has not abandoned me. I still have his power, but I don't know if I still truly believe in him or if I should revere the goddess of death and darkness."Ellig's words caused the confusion in old Fording's eyes to dissipate, and he was replaced by a gentle and kind look, as if seeing a younger generation, and a smile appeared on his old face."Maybe, we don't know. Whether you believe in the Holy Light or not, the Holy Light still gives us the response we need from him to help people regardless of high or low, even if he forgets the gift of the Holy Light in the next second."

Lifting up his big, calloused hands, the flame of the Holy Light also burned in Old Fording's hands,"I have lost the Holy Light before, and I lost a lot in that trial that destroyed my family, but I have The Light never had a doubt, and the Light responded to my pleas."Old Fording, who clenched his fists again, became firm again in his eyes,"So now I shouldn't have any doubts and confusions, he is burning in my heart no matter what."Old Fording, who was beating his chest heavily, focused his attention on Eligar, as if he was also longing for Eligar's response.

Unfortunately, Eligar only responded with a bitter smile and pointed at his long-stopped beating. Heart Ellig laughed at himself,"I also want to know if my cold and non-beating heart can still rekindle the fire.""You know that's not what I meant."Old Fording showed an apologetic smile and shook his head.

"I know," a rare trace of melancholy flashed across Eligg's face,"I was once a member of the Holy Light, but now I am a death knight, and we are close on the road to resisting the rule of the Lich King. Everlasting comrades. But the Lich King fell, and a new Lich King took his place. I don't know whether I should be loyal to that new Lich King or find a new path."Elig also has his confusion. As a dead man, he has a choice, but he is unwilling to make that choice. Should he join the human camp? Those former compatriots may not accept him. As for Sylvanas being forgotten Legion, forget it. This complex woman is like the water of the endless sea. She is incomprehensible and full of fear.

Seemingly seeing Eligg's wavering, Old Fording used his Although he was old but still strong, his arm slapped Eligar on the shoulder, and a gentle voice immediately sounded,"If you can't find the direction, why not pursue the path of the Holy Light like me? Maybe your lonely soul also contains A sacred heart."Ellig wanted to retort something, but he didn't say it after all."Holy Light? Maybe that's a good try."Ellig forced out a smile, and at this moment a dark cloud drifted across the sky,"The storm is coming again, we should take shelter."The big raindrops fell, and the two people returned to the cabin again. This discussion about faith finally came to an end. On the thirty-third day after the storm, the Broken Islands hidden in the endless darkness finally revealed themselves. The true appearance of the demon. There are green colors corroded by evil energy, flying demons, huge magic mechas can be seen everywhere, and the big demon carrying the evil sword is making a trembling roar at these uninvited guests. The battle is endless. The horn of need has been unfolded, and the place where the demons are entrenched does not need the visit of the living. Pulling up the bow and shooting a purple arrow, Sylvanas stood on the airship, one after another of purple energy The arrow was shot out. The person he rescued was Varian, who was wielding a great sword. The two looked at each other and went into their own battles. Vol'jin waved the short blade and first landed on the Broken Islands. The shoal, wielding the war blade, he shuttled through those huge nightmares like a hero, and the one fighting him back-to-back was the dwarf puppet master Mekator. Facing the common enemy, the Alliance and the Horde have no distinction between each other, and there is only this Only for a moment can they put aside their respective grudges and work together as one.

"Follow my footsteps and let the Holy Light shine in this gloomy land!"Old Fording shouted slogans and led the Silver Hand paladins to rush out, but the Holy Light did not respond to Old Fording's call. The warhammer he swung became extremely heavy, and the legendary Ashbringer also It seems that he is not as invincible as before, but Death Knight Eligar's Sword of Dawn is as sharp as ever. He and Old Fording fought back to back. After Old Fording resisted the heavy sword attack of a large demon, he cut him off with one sword. Ankle. With green blood splattering out, Old Fording stepped forward and pierced the demon's heart with a sword, ending his life.

"It seems that this place is resisting the power of the Holy Light, and I seem to have to choose a new way of fighting."Old Fording said while breathing heavily."You should be envious of me now. At least we won't sweat or get tired."Ellig joked, jumping to the side to avoid a swooping demon, and then there was a burst of gunfire behind him. The alliance's musketeers were dispatched. The roaring sound was like an exploding landmine, which was really shocking..

Like Old Fordring on the ground, Varian sitting on the airship also encountered danger. The cannonballs projected from the demon army split in the air and turned into a hellfire giant burning with fel flames. Using the engine of the airship, he slapped Varian with a claw. This sudden move caused the entire airship to shake, and Varian, who was wearing heavy armor, was thrown heavily to the deck. A green shadow was faintly shaking in front of Varian's eyes, who was dizzy. , he subconsciously raised the giant sword in his hand. But the expected heavy blow did not appear, and a black shadow jumped and dodged flexibly. The dark purple shadow arrows hit the joints of the Hellfire Giant like poisonous snakes. The Hellfire Giant, who had lost his center of gravity, tightly clasped his fingers into the engine, and a huge crackling sound was heard, which also caused the already shaky spacecraft to tilt even more, accompanied by the sound of tearing wooden boards. A huge figure fell holding the engine. , and at the same time, a human figure also fell down.

The falling Varian tried hard to open his eyes, and what he saw was an undead queen wrapped in a black cloak, gray skin, and white skin, holding the weapon The longbow shot a flying demon. With the explosion of sea water, Varian, who sank into the sea, thought of his deceased wife and his grown-up son. At this moment, Varian thought a lot. Everything in front of him began to become blurry, and a ray of light illuminated the confusion in front of him. It was a very warm light, and there seemed to be a vague figure waving to him, and the familiar white robe seemed to encourage him. He moved forward. Although the water was still cold, Varian felt that his whole body was full of power. Varian jumped up from the water and waved his sword with the shaking water. A demon that rushed towards him was chopped into two pieces. Paragraph."The Alliance will never back down!"With this war cry, the Alliance army swarmed forward, silver-white armor and dark green flesh intertwined together, forming a war scene of blood and fire.

Compared to the Alliance army with high fighting spirit, without the Holy Light The Blessed Silver Dawn also encountered difficulties on the way forward. The appearance of a large number of Hellfire Fel Behemoths caused the Silver Hand to fall into a bitter battle for a while."Hold on, the armies of the Horde and Alliance will follow soon!""Old Fording, who loudly encouraged morale, still took the lead, but his invincible charge now encountered a strong backbone.

Unfortunately, the high morale could not withstand the crisis he was facing. Old Fording tried his best to kill a little devil with the Ashbringer. For the first time, Ding's face showed the powerlessness."Ellig, you lead them to retreat, I promised their families to take them home!""Eliger, who was supporting an injured member of the Silver Hand, was shaking in his eyes, which exuded a dark red halo that only the dead can have. It seemed that he was also shaken by this supposedly great battle."But ," Eligg seemed to want to say something, but Old Fording did not give him this chance. Old Fording, who raised his voice, shouted loudly to the Silver Hands behind him,"We are believers of the Holy Light, but we are not fearless. Sacrificial fool! Fearless sacrifice never belongs to the Silver Hand, only temporary retreat can lead to a more glorious victory!"

Trying to swallow what he wanted to say, Alig hammered his heart with his right fist,"For the glory of the Holy Light."Although Eligar does not believe in the Holy Light, he is not willing to increase the number of sacrifices. Those soldiers who have no love for the Holy Light are no different from ordinary soldiers. They should not be wasted on this battlefield filled with human lives.