Warcraft novel series

The ancient Gate of Scourge was opened again, but this time it was not due to the invasion of the undead. Having lost the last barrier of Naxxramas, the Lich King hoarded his troops on Icecrown, their last fortress. On this empty ancient ice field, the footsteps of the Silver Northern Expedition ushered in. The desolate and cold Dragon Bone Wilderness has been lonely since then. All the natural disasters of the undead have been wiped out by the Silver Northern Expedition. This land of dragons has once again returned to its peaceful glory. There are too many secrets behind Wintergrasp, the titan ruins behind the Scourge Gate, waiting for the world to reveal.

But at this moment, Old Fording had no time to do this. He already knew about Naxxramas from the Silver Crusade soldiers returning from Naxxramas. Regarding the victory of Eligar and Voss, Old Fording was happy but also had a hint of doubt. The Lich King actually sent his subordinates to kill his own generals. No one would believe such a thing. But Old Fording didn't care about this. Recently, Old Fording always had a strange dream. A blond boy always appeared in his dreams. The short golden hair and the eyes as blue as the sea made Old Fording... Ding felt familiar, but couldn't remember who it was. Such dreams lasted for several nights, making Old Fording exhausted. However, when Old Fording bravely faced the truth in the Dark Cathedral, he realized that it was still too late. The last trace of kindness that led him to the dark church of Arthas was shattered in front of the ruthless Frostmourne.

Arthas completely gave up on his kindness and immersed his heart into darkness with his own hands. The completely angry old Fording bravely shattered the heart of darkness. But this does not allow Old Fordring to defeat Arthas. Outside the Icecrown Throne, Arthas is almost invincible. Old Fording, who had severely damaged his men, fled into the portal with his remaining elite warriors. At this point, Old Fording completely gave up the idea of ​​saving Arthas. He knew very well in his heart that the only thing left for this fallen prince was death. ④Heart of Darkness

Today he set foot on Icecrown Glacier, the land at the core of the enemy. He knew that his own strength alone was no longer enough to guarantee his victory in this war. This belonged to the entire Azeroth. The war on the mainland is definitely not one that he can win by himself. So he thought of once again letting the tribe and the alliance form a joint army. In this Crusaders' trial ground, after the trial of the brave, everyone could unite, just to defeat the Lich King.

At this moment, Old Fording, who was standing at the temporary station of the Silver Crusade on the edge of the Icecrown Glacier, looked at the ice fortress not far away and let out a long sigh. He really wanted the holy light to shine on this evil castle. Go ahead, even if you have to pay a heavy price."Your Excellency Fording, Mage Jaina of Dalaran wants to see you." Following the report from the Silver Crusade, old Fording woke up from the profound memories. He quickly came to his senses and said,"Okay, I'll go right away"

"No need, here I come."As the soft voice sounded, a woman with long golden hair wearing a Dalaran robe came to Old Fording. It must be said that Jaina exuded a proud temperament, which was not only due to his inexplicable The appearance of the thing, and because of his aura as the leader of Dalaran, even old Fording couldn't help but feel a little moved."The armies of the Horde and Alliance will gather again, and the trial of the combined army you proposed has been approved.."Jaina's brief speech made Old Fording feel at ease a lot. In order to make up for the loss of combat power in Naxxramas, Old Fording wanted to once again promote the joint army of the Horde and the Alliance. But since the tragedy of the Gate of Scourge, There was an irreconcilable conflict between the tribe and the alliance, which troubled old Fording.

Fortunately, Jaina is here. This mage who has a high status among humans and orcs is the most suitable to be a diplomatic ambassador. Of course, he also completed the task brilliantly. At this moment, looking at the Icecrown Fortress not far away, Jaina had a different emotion than the old Fording. There was still a trace of luck in his heart, and he and Xavier both hoped Arthas was saved, but such hope was already so slim that no one could see any hope.

The two stood quietly in the biting cold wind. This was obviously not what they should do. Jaina spoke first,"Why Do you have any intention of selecting the Union Army here?"Jaina asked, but such questions were just a cover-up to distract him from missing Arthas. Old Fording obviously didn't notice the unnaturalness in Jaina's expression, and only heard his rich voice speaking in this frozen wasteland. sounded,"I think you already know the discord between the Horde and the Alliance. A disharmonious army cannot win. And I just want to eliminate these disharmonious notes before the decisive battle with the Lich King. This battle does not allow fail."Old Fording's resolute gaze stared at Icecrown Fortress, which somewhat disappointed Jaina. After all, he didn't want to face Arthas yet. But he had no doubts about Old Fording's decision. It was indeed the right choice.. But Jaina was still a little worried and said,"Although I have persuaded the leaders of both sides to attend this selection meeting, there won't be any problems if the leaders of such hostile sides have face-to-face contact.""At this moment, Jaina's mind reappeared what Varian said to Thrall when they attacked the Undercity. The seeds of hatred had already sprouted in Varian's heart. Even though he was the leader of the Alliance, before he was Personally, I cannot completely let go of my hatred.

Old Fording responded to Jaina's question with a wry smile,"What is supposed to happen will happen sooner or later, it is better to face it all bravely and enjoy it."Jaina also nodded. Maybe everything has been arranged for a long time, so there is no need to worry about it anymore.

The awaited moment has finally arrived. In this last paradise of the undead, the Silver Northern Expedition ushered in their most glorious moment.. The stands of the martial arts training ground were full of people. All the big figures who rarely see each other gathered here. The most eye-catching ones were Thrall and Varian. The top leaders of the two camps of the Horde and the Alliance were here. They met again at a party. They greeted each other politely, but this superficial appearance could not change the hatred of their races. But none of this is important here. They are just witnesses here. They will witness the strongest The birth of a warrior. Also seated were Sylvanas from the Undercity and Magni Bronzebeard from Ironforge. The leaders of all the tribal alliances gathered here, just waiting for Old Fordring to announce the trial. Start.

Outside the trial site, people are also coming and going. The people participating in this trial are composed of warriors from all races in Azeroth, including orc shamans, dwarf warriors, and draenei paladins. No race will be absent from this event. A battle. But in Xavier's eyes, the gathering of friends is much more important than any trial. Three long-lost friends in the crowd gathered here again. They laughed and shared their own sorrows.

Xavier saw it at a glance The Sword of Dawn was carried on Vos's back. He had already learned about Eligar from old Fording. Xavier deeply regretted Eligar's absence, but Vos could bring it with him. Xavier is quite pleased that Eligar's dream continues to move forward. In his eyes, Voss is no longer the flamboyant blood elf noble he used to be. Now he has grown into an outstanding warrior. And Xavier has already He was no longer the sentimental person who had experienced too much pain.

It was Gidwin's turn to introduce the experience of the Temple of the Creator, which gave Xavier an inexplicable fear. The story about the Temple of the Creator that once lingered in his mind. The call made Xavier break into a cold sweat. If so many things hadn't happened, maybe Xavier would have really listened to the underworld voice and gone to the Temple of the Creator. But the ancient god Yog-Salon with endless power Why did he find himself? This is a mystery that Xavier has always wanted to know, but the answer has always been a mystery. He did not tell his friends about these thoughts because he felt that the closer he got to the truth, the closer he would be to death. Xavier lowered his head Looking at the pendant hanging on his chest, he had the urge to throw it away, but there was a powerful force preventing him from doing so. It seemed that his body was no longer under his control. Thinking of the Temple of Ulduar Xavier couldn't help but break into a cold sweat when he saw the terrifying ancient monster with countless tentacles. Although he had been sealed, through Yogg-Saron, Xavier seemed to see his dark destiny in the near future, and at this moment Ulduar has also become a forbidden area that is forbidden to be mentioned, and all living beings will not be allowed to approach this terrifying place.

However, Gidwin Goldbeard did not notice these changes in Xavier, and he continued to tell his story , I saw him take out the war hammer from his waist. It was a war hammer made from the fusion of Saronite iron and source ore. Thick and soft fur wrapped the handle of the war hammer, and its heavy weight showed his extraordinary origin. It was given to him by Moira Thaurissan. When Gidwin told the determined dwarf girl the news of Thaurissan's death, Moira cried.

Those were the tears he didn't shed in Ironforge. That stubbornness caused him to lose the chance to see his father forever, but as the daughter of a warrior, he did not let the regret continue. With the help of her husband, a dwarf from Eagle's Nest Mountain, he personally re-melted and forged the warhammer his father had used and gave it to Gidwin. He wanted Gidwin to bring his father's will to fight, and this would make him a soldier. A final tribute to my father. Stroking the heavy war hammer, Gidwin couldn't help but sigh,"I've lost too many things during this period. If you have the chance, you must have a good meal of ale to get rid of the bad luck." Voss and Xavier thought that Gid Wen was going to say something emotional, but it turned out that he was going to drink again, and he couldn't help but be amused. I saw Xavier scolding,"This drunkard knows how to drink. Next time, let Voss accompany you to drink until you have enough." Voss on the side just smiled lightly and did not say anything. But Gidwin stopped, and he shouted with a loud voice unique to dwarves,"That's not possible. How can Vos's drinking capacity be compared to that of dwarves? Blood elves always drink in gentle sips, that kind of drinking method." Why don't you let me jump off Ironforge!"

Gidwin resumed his usual yelling, while Vos joked at the side,"Then just jump, I'm worried that the walls of Ironforge won't be able to withstand it. It won't be good if your weight is smashed with a big hole." Upon hearing this, Gidwin immediately blushed and shouted to Voss,"No way, Ironforge was built by the ancestors of the dwarves, how could there be such a thing? It's so weak. Compared with your blood elves' Silvermoon City, Ironforge is as if it's made of iron." Voss listened to him shouting like this without making any excuses. On the other hand, the warriors of other races kept looking back at the fact that these three lineups of different races were actually mingling together, maybe they were still surprised.

At this moment, the sound of the horn came from the trial hall not far away. It was the horn sound that signaled the beginning of the trial of the Northern Expedition. At this Crusade training ground, Old Fording could not wait to announce the Crusade. The trial has begun. I saw him standing in the middle of the empty hall and announcing loudly,"In order to fight against our common enemy, the Lich King. The armies of the Horde and Alliance will gather here again. For this reason, we must select the most powerful army as our We are the vanguard of conquering Icecrown Citadel. For this reason, we held this crusade trial meeting. May the Holy Light bless these warriors. It’s time for them to appear." The majestic voice attracted warm applause and at the same time, There was a murmur of murmurs.

Obviously no one is interested in what Old Fording said. What they are really interested in are the warriors who are about to appear. These warriors from various races will fight for honor on behalf of their respective races. The floor boards in the center of the silver-white hall were paved in a hexagonal pattern, and silver Northern Expeditionary Army flags hung on the walls. Victory in this war will become a new member of the Silver Northern Expedition, and they will move forward as the backbone of the Ice Crown Citadel.

The most brilliant team appeared, which assembled the most elite troops of the tribe and alliance, and appeared with the accompaniment of the trombone of the Paladin. The sound of solid metal rubbing against the floor made of hemlock wood as you step on it, with silver Northern Expedition flags hanging all around, fills you with a sense of glory. Xavier, who was walking in the front row, looked toward the stands. He saw Queen Sylvanas' solemn and hopeful eyes, and saw Thrall's complicated emotions flashing in those blue eyes. He even saw Varian Wrynn, a majestic man in armor. The memory was suddenly brought back to the innocent era of childhood, where three teenage children were playing in the snow. During that period of darkness when the orcs invaded, Azeroth's darkest era became the most unforgettable memory for the three children.

However, as time has passed, Arthas has degenerated into the enemy of all Azeroth. The incarnation of the Lich King has become the target of the Silver Crusade. Xavier also stood on the opposite side of Varian and became the enemy of the alliance. As the leader of the alliance, when Varian saw his former best friend appear on the stage in this form, a trace of complicated emotions flashed in his eyes.. Although time can change people's appearance, as Xavier's reputation has spread throughout Azeroth, no one knows his origins. Those fictional novelists have long since swept away the life story of this tribal hero. When they met now, Xavier and Varian briefly looked at each other and then missed each other's realization. Neither of them wanted their childhood memories to disturb their current lives.

"Now I declare that the trials of the Crusaders have officially begun!"Old Fording appeared in front of everyone in Xavier in shining silver armor and announced loudly,"The first one to appear is the giant beast Gomok from Northrend!"After Old Fording made a loud declaration, the wooden door to everyone in Xavier was opened. A giant centaur-like beast tied with iron chains appeared in front of everyone. It was a human with brown hair and red skin. It looks like a 3-meter-tall monster. The only difference is that it doesn’t have the ability to speak its own language. I don’t know how Old Fording caught such a monster.

"Holy light, I wish our warriors victory. In the first trial, the monster Gomok from Northrend appears!"Old Fording loudly announced the start of the battle and retreated to a corner. At this moment, his eyes met with Xavier. At this moment, Old Fording cast a trusting look. He believed that Xavier and the others People can pass such a test. But other warriors were not so calm about the appearance of such a monster. Xavier felt a little panic during the discussion. A single powerful individual organized together may not be able to exert even half of its strength. come out.