Warcraft novel series

Chapter 1: The Coming of Age Ceremony of the Forsaken

The Undercity seems to be particularly lively today, with floating Halloween pumpkin heads and the pale green pool water seeming to be dancing incessantly. This is a gathering of the Forsaken. There has not been such a celebration for many years. Today, a very important companion joins them. The undead maggots are spraying green water, and the tall abomination is dancing with a scythe. The only eye left was still ogling the other Forgotten Ones, causing the number of people to vomit to continue to rise. The black light in the vague darkness revealed the identity of the owner.

A sigh from hell was cold and cold, and the atmosphere on the field finally calmed down. Hearing the voice, Varimathras, the only fear king in the Undercity, appeared,"Everyone gathered here today knows that... For what?" His deep voice seemed even more majestic under his huge wings."The Queen's new disciple, the Forgotten Death's Scythe, has joined us. It's a pity that Nathanos the Blighter is not here, otherwise the two of them can communicate." The light in the depths of the darkness finally showed his The prototype, against the dim green light, a man in a black cloak walked out of a dark corner. The huge black scythe on his back looked too scary even in front of the Forsaken in the Undercity."Welcome," Varimathras said, leading the man to the middle of the Death Hall."I'm just a Forgotten person with the same ambition as everyone else. Although I don't know what kind of past I have, our goal is the same, to destroy the Lich King, right?" He raised the Death Scythe high and got the Forgotten One. The crowd was surrounded,"Yes, hit the Lich King, hit Arthas!" Death God's Scythe stretched out his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, but the same rotten flesh exuded a powerful oppression, even Varimar beside him Sasdu felt a little nervous, and couldn't help but sigh deeply that there was another strong man in the Undercity.

"I know that the undead apothecaries of the Apothecary Guild betrayed us at a critical moment. Little Saurfang died in the battle at the Gate of Scourge. The tragedy of Duke Bolvar of Stormwind being attacked made the Red Dragon Queen furious. The orcs fought for Saurfang. Fal's death put pressure on the queen, and the Alliance came to the city. If Jaina hadn't taken action, maybe we, the Forsaken, wouldn't exist. Because of this, we couldn't hold our heads high in front of the Horde. But no one can be stronger than us in our determination to eliminate the Lich King. I swear in the name of the Queen of Darkness that I will lead everyone to restore the glory of the Undercity, for the Queen of Darkness and for the Horde!"The cheers of the supporters were endless, except for Varimathras. Does he know everything? Marimathras was nervous for a while. He knew what kind of punishment he would face if he was exposed, but the pair of eyes in the darkness had already seen it. All this

"There is no joy in the darkness."It was Sylvanas who appeared. The figure in the darkness stepped into the light, and all the noisy blood was instantly calmed. When Sylvanas entered the Hall of Death, Varimathras and the Death God's Scythe retreated consciously. To the side,"We are neither the living nor the dead, we will be forgotten by the living and the dead. We return to the world we once said goodbye to, but we can never go back to the days when we were alive, and we can never go back to the people we once loved. We are both a being and a curse, so we forget the past and are forgotten by the past. Forget the false glory, we are just cursed creatures, and anyone who stands in our way will die."Sylvanas covered her eyes with a windbreaker from beginning to end, but everyone present felt the strong sense of oppression.

After a deep silence, Death's Scythe broke the silence, and he knelt on one knee before Sylvanas Confessing in front of me,"Listen to your teachings, our great Queen of Darkness."Windrunner Sylvanas gently placed her hand on the shoulder of Death God's scythe,"On behalf of the darkness, I forgive you for your arrogance. I took Apothecary Onelise to clear out the Scarlet Monastery to prove your loyalty. This is also your intention. As a rite of passage for the Forsaken, let's go."It's my queen. Looking at the Death God's Scythe in the distance, Sylvanas looked back at the Forsaken behind her,"Go back to your work, don't forget our hatred.""Yes, for the Queen of Darkness."Everything returned to calm, and the peaceful Undercity was restored. Varimathras quietly followed Sylvanas and disappeared into the darkness. Perhaps soon he will disappear into the darkness forever.

Walking in Tirefal Glades The Death's Scythe always has a familiar feeling, as if all this is a part of his life. Although he has lost his life, he is destined to go on a different path from the pharmacist Ornelis next to him. With this familiarity The feeling came to the Scarlet Monastery. The holy cross still stands and the holy light has not abandoned this place, but the former Knights of the Silver Hand had long since fallen apart when Arthas personally killed his mentor Uther, and now they remain The only ones are those Scarlet Crusaders who are full of fanatical revenge against the undead. Those crazy guys have already lost themselves in the flames of war. In their eyes, there is no difference between the Forgotten and the Undead. Death is the best gift to them.

Everywhere The wandering Scarlet Crusaders witnessed the two Forgotten Ones daring to approach the Scarlet Monastery, and their bloodshot eyes rushed forward with endless anger. Black light shone under the dim sky, and the Death God's sickle was pulled out and inserted with all his strength. The scythe on the corpse of the Scarlet Crusaders, looking at the fallen corpse that did not show any fear until death, could not help but sigh for them. The twisted faith can indeed destroy everything in a person."Your mission has begun, let the blood Don't disappoint the Queen of Darkness here, I'll be here waiting for you."

Onelice's voice disgusted Death's Scythe, but he could not disobey the Dark Queen's order, which destined a dark day in the Scarlet Monastery. Bright red crosses and armor were scattered all over the floor, and the ground and tomb moss were soaked with blood. The grass is still growing proudly, and another group of Scarlet Crusaders was strangled by Death's Scythe. Looking at the bloody sickle, Death's Scythe kept asking itself, using killing to stop killing, is this really the revenge we want? , I don’t believe that this will be the future of the Forsaken. Although he doubted it, the scythe in his hand did not slow down. The oppression of the God of Death spread wantonly here, and finally alarmed the owner here, Renault Mograine. The man who once The man who killed his father out of resentment actually welcomed the arrival of Death's sickle in the cathedral

"Tell me all about you, bastard, and if you dare refuse I will dig your secrets out of your flesh."Waving the Crusader Sword, Renault Mograine rushed towards the Death God's Scythe. He blocked with a cross, and the Death God's Scythe blocked the oncoming blow. At the same time, one hand had already grabbed Renault's throat. ,"I don't want to know the secret of the Scarlet Crusade. Only death is the best reward for you."Looking at Renault's slowly turning pale face and his limbs finally no longer struggling, Death's sickle suddenly felt a sense of pleasure. Could it be because of avenging old Mograine, or the urge for blood?

Renault's body It hit the floor of the Crusader Cathedral heavily, but it was not over yet. The sweet woman's voice alarmed the Death God's Scythe. A woman also wearing the Scarlet Crusader armor appeared in the depths of the church holding a scepter."Mograine fell? You have to pay for this! Resurrection, my warrior!"A pure holy light shined on Renault's body. The blood-colored armor shone with the light of red life. Renault knelt on one knee in front of the woman and"Fight for you, my lady.""The bloody prosecutor Whitemane showed a charming smile. Death's Scythe recognized him. The long-handled black iron scythe waved more and more magical auras and gathered around Death's Scythe. The black shield wrapped him around him. Among them, all attacks from Renault's Crusader Sword were defended."It's time. The hatred of the Forsaken is not allowed to be tainted. Use your lives to repay it."The scythe of death pounced on Whitemane like a ray of light in the night sky, even though the dazzling sacred fire had already burned through his black protective shield. A black shadow in the darkness strangled Whitemane's throat. , it only took the life of the great prosecutor in an instant, and the price was equally heavy. The Crusader's sword hit the back of Death's Scythe heavily, and the miserable green blood moistened the cloak of Death's Scythe. Life has such a It seemed that he was about to leave his dead body for a moment, but at this moment there was a voice that stopped his fantasy. The dark scythe had penetrated Renault Mograine's chest at some point, and he looked not far away. With Whitemane lifeless, Renault knelt on the ground."Father, maybe you are right," the words he muttered became his last message.

Looking at the pair of Scarlet Crusaders who fell on the ground , Men and women, Death's Scythe suddenly felt an inexplicable pity. Maybe they didn't grow up in such a war-torn era and they should have lived a happy life. The heartbreaking pain in their backs interrupted Death's Scythe's fantasy. Maybe they should be called Waiting at the Scarlet Monastery. Ornelise, please heal yourself. Although he is better at using poison. But that mysterious voice sounded again. It was like a call, an irresistible temptation, guiding the sickle of death to tremble towards the Scarlet Church. The shrine. The closer you get to the shrine, the stronger the sound becomes. When Death's Scythe actually reaches the shrine, a dazzling white light passes by. A necklace made of animal teeth and Philanthic gems has been worn around Death's Scythe's neck."Scythe of Death, the gods are with you, death will go against you from now on, answer my forgotten past if you want to wake it up."The voice sounded so clearly again, Death's Scythe felt that his eyes were hazy, all the scenery became blurred, and the twisted objects stretched endlessly as if they had entered the void of time and space."Yes, I do," Death's Scythe Sickle answered."Please pay attention when time flow is enabled.……"As the beeping sound of Didi sounded, the surrounding scenery rotated rapidly. Death's sickle felt his eyes getting heavier and heavier, and the drowsy dreams continued to invade him until...