Warcraft novel series

The dry Durotar is dusty under the scorching sun. On this dry land, Orgrimmar stands there as usual, but after a heated discussion in the Hall of Honor, it fell into deathly silence.. Vol'jin, who was sitting in the position of the war chief, still had green magic energy oozing from his wound tightly wrapped in gauze. The erosion of demonic power had seriously affected his life. At this moment, in the ceremony hall, Lor'themar Saron and Baine Bloodhoof were looking with concern at the tribal chief who didn't know how long he could last. Maybe they are really concerned, maybe they are considering the successor of the next chief, but no matter what, revenge against the Burning Legion will be put on the agenda.

At this time, a slender female figure appeared in front of everyone. When Wojin saw the visitor, his somewhat dim eyes showed a hint of excitement."You're here, Ms. Windrunner, please step forward." There was no breath of life in the twilight voice."Warchief." Sylvanas responded in a low voice, taking a step forward and looking at Vol'jin's eyes that were originally as crystal clear as tiger eyes but now dim and lost their luster."The gods told me that death is not far away from me." Vol'jin's low and hoarse voice silently stated the fact that the evil power beating in the chest wound had a tendency to spread to the whole body, and seeing this scene, Silva Nas's face still responded without any change,"Death will come to everyone, but the tribe will survive forever."

But that's not what Vol'jin wanted to say. He tried to open his eyes wide, and finally there was a look in his dim yellow eyes. Bringing out a glimmer of light, his excitement could not be hidden in his voice,"I never believed in you, but I didn't expect that you were the one who saved me in the darkest moment." The overly excited Wojin had to finish this After the sentence, he gasped for breath, and after a short silence, he gasped and tried hard to say,"God sent a will, and he whispered a name. Many people may not understand it, but you must step out of the shadows and lead the tribe. You must become......Warchief." When the voice fell, a pale white and transparent spirit came out of Wojin's body. He looked at everyone, nodded, as if acquiescing to his decision just now, and then floated out After entering the Hall of Glory, he wants to return to the ancestral land of the trolls, where the souls of the trolls rest.

Wo'jin died, quietly completing this short but wonderful life. He is not as heroic and desolate as Varian and Old Fordring, but he has entrusted his great trust to the Queen of the Forgotten, whose eyes are shining with blood-red eyes that no one can see clearly. Outside the city of Orgrimmar, Sylvanas gave his first speech as the warchief of the tribe. He received looks of doubt and suspicion from his fellow tribesmen. Yes, this Orc-themed Forsaken Legion, which advocates glory, now has a dead man known for suspicion and conspiracy as its leader. How can they be willing to obey?

Sylvanas, who obviously understood all this, looked around at all the orcs or tauren gathered in the audience, and said in his unique low voice,"The tribe is facing a huge crisis at the moment, please put down your suspicions.……"He was interrupted before he could finish what he wanted to say. The person who interrupted him was not the indignant warriors of the tribe, but the demons of the Burning Legion. Demons appeared out of thin air and were transported to Orgrimmar by the void. Their only purpose was to kill and destroy."The demons are coming. The warriors of the tribe take up arms and destroy these invaders!" Sylvanas shouted, pulling up the bow and arrows, and hitting the demons with arrows, as if this was the only way to vent the anger in his heart..

And this scene became an opportunity for the distracted tribe to reunite again. The tribal warriors who took up arms to fight proved with the bloody battle that they were still members of the tribe. This group of demons seems to have come specifically to consolidate Sylvanas' position as warchief. If the Alliance had not also been attacked by demons, this incident might have been considered evidence of collusion between Sylvanas and demons. , causing him to be deposed from his position as warchief.

But such a thing did not happen. The demon's blood became an opportunity to avenge Vol'jin. Naturally, Sylvanas would not let go of such an opportunity. He hung up his bow and arrows again and stood on the high platform and said loudly," Wo'jin is dead, who of you is willing to avenge him?""For Wo'jin, for Wo'jin, for the Horde!"Amidst the roars, the tribe completed the change of warchief. Who knows where the new warchief Sylvanas can lead the tribe.

At this moment, the alliance camp on the other side has also completed its integration, or in other words Anduin Varian's rise to power was inevitable, but when they launched Dalaran as a bridgehead for the demons attacking the Broken Isles, Jaina objected to the Horde entering her Dalaran. Jaina was angrily opposed to the rebuttal. Withdrew from Anduin's coronation ceremony, and then the demon's assassins came. They also became an opportunity for the Alliance to declare war on the demons of the Broken Isles. The reunification of the Horde and the Alliance was inevitable. Under the hot sunshine of the

Eastern Plaguelands, A slightly tired black figure walked on this desolate path. The black armor had been rubbed so hard that the original luster lines could not be seen, and the dim Ashbringer on his waist proved his Identity. Bringing the Ashbringer to the Eastern Plaguelands, Eligar will hand over the relics of Old Fording to the Paladins of the Holy Light Chapel. Although Old Fording's last words made him the leader of the Silver Hand, Eligar still wants to refuse this request. As a death knight, it is unbelievable no matter how you think about a person who has died long ago becoming the leader of the Silver Hand, which symbolizes holiness and glory. Setting foot on this sacred land On the road paved with light, Eligg felt uneasy, even though he no longer had a beating heart. Walking on such a road, all the paladins stood on both sides, even if they silently stared at Eligg, watching The Ashbringer on his waist was looking at Old Fording's coffin carried by the Knights of the Silver Hand behind him. A faint sadness lingered over the Holy Light Chapel, accompanied by Eligg's hard steel boots. The footprints on the soft soil were so long that the edge could not be seen.

Bathed in the holy light, Eligar's already cold body felt a hint of warmth at some point. He looked up and saw only a man wearing a uniform. The young man in the snow-white robe holding the staff, with brown hair and brown eyes, was looking at him. He smiled at himself, but there was a touch of sadness in the smile."Welcome back."That was Xavier's voice. He knew the sad news of Old Fording's departure when he came to the Holy Light Chapel. He once regretted why he did not dissuade this brave and fearless old man from embarking on the road of no return. He also once regretted why he did not dissuade this brave and fearless old man from embarking on the road of no return. He was frustrated as to why he didn't have the courage to set foot on that land that made his heart palpitate. If he had gone, maybe Old Fording wouldn't have died, he thought, but everything finally happened. No matter how much he was upset, it was useless. The hand he held tightly on the staff was a little too hard, and his knuckles were a little white. When Alig appeared in front of him, he still tried his best to smile to welcome his other friend.

"I'm sorry, I failed to live up to your expectations and failed to protect Lord Fording."If Eligar can still cry, he would rather use tears to vent his sorrow when no one is around, rather than an apology."That's not your fault, everything happened the moment Old Fording set foot on the Broken Islands. It's inevitable. Xavier's voice was calm and helpless. He walked up to Eligar and put his hands on his armor that could not be warmed even by the hot weather in the Plague Land. The milky white holy light penetrated deeply into Eligar's body. , helped him dispel the fatigue and irreparable damage to his body along the way.

It was a long-lost warm feeling, which filled Alig's cold body with a trace of warmth. Alig nodded his thanks again, and then he let The paladins of the Silver Hand sent Old Fordring's coffin into the Cathedral of Holy Light and turned around to leave. This was the holy land of the paladins, the return journey of the Glory, and he did not want a death knight to tarnish the sanctity of this land.. But he was stopped by Xavier as soon as he took the step,"The Holy Light will not reject anyone with good intentions, even if it is a dead person."

Eliger stopped and looked back at Xavier. At this moment, he remembered that Xavier was once a member of the dead. He also had the gift of the Holy Light."Don't delay any longer. I hope you will personally pay for the lost Saint. The Ashbringer of the Power of Light is infused with the power of Holy Light. I think Old Fording hopes so too."

Ellig, who bowed his head in silence for a while, finally followed Xavier's suggestion. When he entered the Holy Light Chapel, the warmth and kindness made him feel very comfortable. After going through the simple ceremony, Old Fording's The body was sent to the Holy Light Tomb. Where he will rest and become the spiritual symbol of the Silver Hand. At this moment, the Ashbringer was placed back on his sword holder, and the full power of Holy Light once again gathered in this sword. On the legendary weapon. The gray rust spots began to fade away bit by bit, and the pure holy light once again injected energy into the weapon that had lost its owner. When he once again ignited the blazing holy flame. Everyone acted like a paladin. etiquette, expressing their high respect for the owner of this weapon."May your will last forever and let the holy light shine in every corner of Azeroth.""Ellig silently recited Old Fording's will. At this moment, he was so determined for the first time in his heart. He walked in front of the Ashbringer, stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the Ashbringer's sword, and in an instant, the sacred power of the Holy Light was carried out. At first, the power was hot, but then it began to become warm, as if it wanted to purify all the breath of the dead from his body, including the resentful memories belonging to the dead."Ashes The emissary has accepted you as his new master. Please lead us to shine the holy light on every corner of Azeroth."This is what an old Paladin said on behalf of every Paladin after seeing Ashbringer agree with Eligar.

But at this moment, Eligar shook his head while holding Ashbringer,"I I don't want to be the leader of the Silver Hand, but I also want to avenge Tirion Fordring."A trace of determination flashed in Alig's eyes. When he looked at Xavier, he received a reply in his affirmative eyes, and a decision was born.

"The favored ones of the Holy Light, the compatriots who have fought against natural disasters together, please listen to me."When Eligar's voice sounded in the Holy Light Chapel, the old paladin who was about to say something and all the knights of the Silver Hand chose to listen. Everyone's eyes turned to Eligar, and at this moment, Eligar Lige looked around at the paladins and said loudly,"First of all, I want to make it clear that I have no intention of becoming the leader of the Silver Hand!"At this moment, Eligar held up the Ashbringer who had lost the Holy Light, as if Old Fording was standing in front of him, smiling and encouraging, and asked him to continue,"But, I want to complete what Old Fording has not completed. , let the Holy Light shine in every corner of Azeroth, for Old Fordring, raise your war hammer, and let the Holy Light dispel all injustice and darkness!"As Eligar's words echoed in the Holy Light Chapel, a trace of loss flashed in the eyes of all the Paladins present, and then they condensed into piety for the Holy Light. They have experienced countless failures, but what's the point? Relationships, stand up tenaciously from the quagmire of failure, and bravely pursue the ideals in your heart. Everyone is the same, no matter what race you are, whether you are a forgotten person crawling out of the mud, as long as you yearn for justice, there is A holy heart, this is enough.

When all the Paladins raised such hope, the Ashbringer burning the Holy Light flame emitted a golden light, and the light penetrated the roof of the Holy Light Chapel. It reaches the sky, shining on every corner of the Eastern Plague Land, warming the hearts of everyone who has not given up hope.