Warcraft novel series

The gray sky is shrouded in thick smoke, this is a world of fire and rock. Burning flames are everywhere in this barren land, hence the name Burning Plains. Blackstone orcs and blackstone dwarves, as well as strange creatures that survive here due to the special environment, are everywhere here. This is their paradise, with one exception.

The castle in the far north of the Burning Steppes, standing in the flames and lava, is the Blackrock Spire Fortress. The castle occupied by Deathwing's son Nefarian and Fire Lord Ragnaros is a forbidden area for any life. Except for some Blackstone dwarves who he wrote were controlled by the Fire Lord and the Burning Blade Orcs affiliated with Nefarian, no one would haunt here. Even the two major camps, the Horde and the Alliance, will not approach here easily. For the sake of the unknown treasure, no one will make such a stupid decision when facing these two powerful men.

But today, there is a creature who dares to get close to here, because he is the son of Deathwing, the master here. The hot magma connects the sky and the earth. On the land covered with rocks and flames, a giant black dragon cut through the tranquility. That dazzling black color stopped in front of the black lava fortress surrounded by magma. Slowly transforming and shrinking, until his body shrunk enough to walk into this lonely castle.

He had long black hair, a somewhat gloomy expression, and more importantly, the dark red blood stained his dark breastplate. Nefarian, the once glorious black dragon prince, is now in such embarrassment. Vicious resentment continued to grow in his heart, resentment against the Mulahen who dared to oppose him, and hatred against the Old Gods who restricted his freedom. Although Ni Lin's injury could not end his life, the streak of black hair wrapped around his left arm made him no longer have freedom.

The mark of the Ancient God, a nightmare that no life can escape. When Nefarian greedily picked up the incomplete right hand of the Ancient God, which symbolized power, everything was doomed. The cyan light enveloped Nefarian's arm for an instant, and then, a solemn but unquestionable voice sounded,"Obey or die." Nefarian, who tried to resist, suffered the most severe punishment, and layers of green light were deeply felt. The ground was embedded in Nefarian's arm, and it was a pain that was worse than life. Any resistance was so feeble in front of the ancient gods.

Relying on the black, hard and cold walls of the Blackstone Tower, Nefarian returned to his not-so-gorgeous dormitory. Everything is missing in this barren land, except for gold and gems. The dazzling gold was spread flat on the ground. It was Nefarian's best bed and his only tool to pass the lonely time every day.

But at this moment, Nefarian had no intention of appreciating these. What he saw in his black eyes was a middle-aged man wearing a black trench coat, with an obscure face, short black hair, a short shiny black beard, and a black silk suit. The noble attire resembles a certain noble lord from Stormwind City.

But Nefarian would never treat him as some luxurious aristocrat. The horrified reflection in his eyes betrayed his heart. Nefarian fell to his knees with a plop, ignoring the pain in his body and whispered in a trembling voice. He cried,"Dad, I failed. Please forgive my greed. I have failed."……"Nefarian did not continue speaking, because a burst of hot flames surrounded him, which was the anger from the guardian of the earth. He did not dare to move, let alone raise his head to bear his father's eyes.

But what should come will eventually come. When that gloomy and cold voice sounded, Nefarian's voice was trembling."You have disappointed me so much. Your greed is the ultimate reason for your failure. As my son, you should be prepared to accept punishment."

Nefarian did not dare to look up at his father's face because he was afraid of death. Wings' rage that can destroy the world will turn him into dust. Ruthless and powerful, Deathwing doesn't care about flesh and blood emotions at all. In his eyes, there are only interests and strong strength. If you don't have these then you have no value in existing. Nefarian obviously knows this about his father, but he is still lucky because he is his father's eldest son and the only son currently.

"Nefarian, your mistake needs to be punished with fire. I want you to go to the bottom of Blackstone Tower and be washed in the flames of the Molten Core. Perhaps only in this way can the mark of the ancient gods be eliminated from your body.""What!"Nefarian almost didn't believe his ears. The Molten Core has always been the territory of Ragnaros, the King of Fire. He and the King of Fire have been fighting against each other for tens of thousands of years and have never had any contact with each other. If he rashly enters his territory, he will In his current situation, I am afraid that only death is waiting for him.

However, Deathwing ignored his son's thoughts and only listened to him continue,"Ragnaros has gone to Mount Hyjal, the territory of Ysera, Queen of the Green Dragon. He wants to rebuild his kingdom there, and now there is no one in the Molten Core that can threaten your life."Hearing what his father said, Nefarian was slightly relieved, but the next movement of Deathwing made his nerves tense to the extreme. The gloomy Deathwing looked at Nefarian with a strange and profound look. Lean, he raised his hand, and a dark curtain-like darkness enveloped Nefarian. It was enough to cut off light and sound, and even Nefarian's thoughts were interrupted at this moment. The slowly thickening darkness gradually enveloped When the darkness completely enveloped Nefarian, Deathwing saw his son's desperate eyes. At this moment, Nefarian finally knew what his father was going to do. No life could survive under the eternal night. Will survive, but his father still has not forgiven him. Death is the best punishment for Nefarian, who is greedy for power.

When the dark curtain falls, everything falls silent, and at the same time, the green thread wrapped around Nefarian's arm also breaks and disappears. In the silent black. The Ancient God does not need useless subordinates. Deathwing relied on his final madness to get rid of the bewitchment of the Ancient God who was still imprisoned in the underground prison. Now his son has completed it with death. To counterattack the Ancient God.

Although Nefarian did not do this voluntarily, he still did it. If anyone is here at this moment, they will find that the only tear dripping from the corner of Deathwing's eyes comes from the tears of the king.."Everything is doomed. I will use my own way to complete the salvation of this continent. If I fail, you will be my only hope, my son Wrathion.""Deathwing called a completely unfamiliar name. At this moment, a young voice gently responded to Deathwing. A milky white figure instantly blended into the dead black screen, as if it was a painting of Nefarian's ten thousand years of life. The exclamation point of the last end.

In the depths of the Molten Core, jumping fire elements run unbridled. Unlike the hard and cold upper floors of Blackstone Tower, this place is filled with scorching flames. The flames and red stones that are enough to burn the entire world Soaked in the hot magma that has not changed for thousands of years, that is the lair that Ragnaros has abandoned, the core of the Molten Core, the Molten Core. Now we have an uninvited guest. Black trench coat, black With short hair, a smooth beard, and a somewhat obscure face. Deathwing, the dragon guardian, came to Ragnaros' former lair. The strong sense of oppression made those fire elements that had lost the control of their master unable to Dare to get close to this core of burning flames. The flames here are redder and hotter than the magma in other places. The heat that seems to melt the world is the reason why Deathwing came here. Open your hands and silently recite the dragon spell An egg wrapped in black lines appeared in front of Deathwing. It was a dragon egg, the black dragon's egg. This dragon egg slowly sank into the hot magma under the protection of Deathwing's spell. The dragon egg wrapped in the black light curtain was like a stone sinking into the water. After a brief wave, it made no sound. Only Deathwing was left to sigh deeply,"Nefarian, maybe I will call you Lassi in the future. Oh, if there is still this opportunity."Deathwing shook his head silently. He never doubted the correctness of what he did, but at this moment his heart was no longer so peaceful. Nefarian disappeared from this world, and he was replaced by Lassi. Ao's new name. Deathwing integrated new life into Nefarian's body as a new beginning for his ten-thousand-year life. There is an inevitable outcome in all these accidents. If it weren't for Nefarian's excessive greed, he would Falling into a minion of the Old God, if his reverse scale had not been damaged and his strength was greatly reduced, Deathwing would not have accomplished all this so easily. This former guardian of the earth breathed a new life into Nefarian's body. Now Nefarian will re-enter the world as a new life that is bound to become a dragon. He was given the name Wrathion, and he will thoroughly implement the will of Deathwing. Complete the tasks assigned by your father

"If I fail, you will inherit my will and take another path of salvation. Remember my last request, my son."Deathwing will not doubt the reliability of his son. The soon-to-be-reborn Wrathion will not have Nefarian's ten thousand years of wisdom, nor will he have Nefarian's powerful strength. All he has is to The complete implementation of his father's will. At this moment, Deathwing has a touch of sadness, disappearing in this land of fire. He will appear in Mount Hyjal, and his black dragon army has already set off, and at this moment, Mount Hyjal The Fire Lord was there, the followers of the Old Gods were there, and the demons of the Burning Legion were there, and most importantly, the green dragon Ysera and his beloved disciple Malfurion, the leader of the druids. Also appeared there. All targets point to this mysterious realm, Mount Hyjal.

The warm and humid sea breeze blows on the land in the desert of Uldum, and the boring yellow sand that has not changed for thousands of years is now ushering in a change. day. Dots of green dyed this once barren desert. Yes, this endless sea of ​​sand has now been replaced by an oasis of life. The color of life that can be seen everywhere has taken root in this dark and dead land. Germination. A month of continuous rain has completely changed the landscape of Uldum. The seeds that have been widely spread have taken root and sprouted on this land. This place is destined to become a sea of ​​green, and the indigenous Mulahen race here will never die again. From generations of desert life to a new home.

All of this is a masterpiece of the water of life. Under the instruction of the goddess of nature, Vos poured the water of life on the altar deep in the hall of origin. The essence of ten thousand years The power of the Water of Life is indeed powerful. It is the last gift left to Uldum by the goddess of nature. He spreads his life domain to the entire land of Uldum.

Green, the green that fills the eyes, the color of life, The life domain of the Goddess of Nature has brought about the most complete improvement to this land. The rain flying all over the sky nourishes this dry land, and the King of Wind Elements spreads the seeds that give life to the earth all over Uldum. On the land. Within a month, the desert disappeared from the history of Uldum, and the land returned to the control of nature. Then the goddess of nature, like the white-bearded old man who completed her mission, returned to where the Titans should be. The Pantheon of existence. The continent of Azeroth no longer needs them. The people here will control their own destiny, and the difficulties they have to face will have nothing to do with him.

The most depressing thing about all this is that Gidwin and His expedition team and the entire Uldum adventure became their witness to the rebirth of this dead land, and the legendary treasures were only given to Gidwin and Voss who gained power. Such gains obviously made the adventurers Nasha, the captain of the team, was very dissatisfied and walked on the soft and fresh grass. Nasha looked very unhappy, which made his delicate face slightly distorted,"This is nothing, I spent a lot of effort I bribed those corrupt nobles of Stormwind City and got nothing, except for this little jewel, I really suffered a huge loss!"Nasha took out the bag of gems given by King Faoris of Kalam and complained dissatisfiedly.

Jidwin next to him looked away. There is nothing more valuable than giving a place new life.. He comforted Nasha with some emotion and said,"Don't worry too much. Look at the happy smiles on the faces of the residents who have regained peace here. Do you have anything to be dissatisfied about?""Jidwin said, pointing to the capital of Kalam that is now surrounded by green.

Indeed, with the changes in the entire continent of Uldum, this place has completely changed. Everyone took out their treasured wine, fresh The melons and fruits danced the unique joyful dance of the locals. The simple style made Gidwin and his party immediately join in. The dwarves dancing with the Mulaheng people who are twice as tall as them may never see this scene in their lifetime. Seeing that there was nothing dissatisfied about this, Nasha's tense face finally changed into a smile. He accepted the invitation from a gentleman. It was an invitation from a handsome blood elf in gorgeous clothes. He had no reason to refuse. Completely joining the carnival team made him temporarily forget his worries.

Closing the dozens of pages of letters, Xavier showed a longing look. At a glance, he saw the rare sunshine in Tirisfal Glades. , what Xavier saw was not only the lush green in the distance, but also a hint of longing for the future. At this moment, on the second floor of Deathstroke Town, Xavier was drinking his favorite Ningshen flower honey drink, with a hint of longing in his heart , but he also has his mission. After two months of rest, he finally got the mission to march to Mount Hyjal. This is the first cooperation between the Alliance and the Horde since the Scourge. He will set off again for the peace of Azeroth..