Warcraft novel series

The flames were enough to incinerate the earth. The dragon's breath left Voss with not many places to dodge. He decided to use the most dangerous and quickest way to win the battle, and rushed towards Voss of Cadilon. Si seemed to have abandoned his life. Such a foolhardy move would only result in him being engulfed by the hot dragon's breath.

When the hot dragon's breath swallowed up Vos's shadow in an instant, Cadilon's proud laughter spread throughout the empty room. The winner has the right to celebrate for himself. Although it is only a short moment, it is enough for him to be proud. But that proud voice did not last long, because he found a shiny metal suddenly coming out of his chest. The blade with bright red blood penetrated his body and the sharp edge made him feel the first. I felt the threat of death for the first time.

Slowly turning his head, the frightened expression in his eyes slowly turned into deathly silence. He was very familiar with the man who killed him with the ice spike. He was a strong evil orc, and he was his younger brother Cafilon. The shocking fact that his brother was not dead made him miss his last chance to save his life. The dragged body fell heavily in the air. Unfortunately, before he landed on the ground, he was swallowed up by the blazing dragon's breath, and he didn't even make a sound of compassion.

"It's over, my brother."As the younger brother, Cafilon showed a pitiful smile and knelt on the ground. Cafilon, who should have died after the tumor was crushed, was lucky enough to delay his life, only because of the instant burst function of Voss's magic arrow. The deadly toxin slowed down the flow to his heart.

Hatred made him unwilling to die like this, and God gave him such an opportunity. His ecstatic brother gave him such an opportunity at the last moment of his life, so what happened to Cafilon? How could he miss that? When the cold blade penetrated Cadilon's body, he already knew that God had fulfilled his wish. Throwing out his brother's body with all his strength also heralded his own death. But what does it matter? It was also a blessing to die with the person who had fooled him all his life, but cruelly ignored his own life. At this moment, the sweet taste of death was coming to him quickly, and what he didn't see when he fell heavily to the ground was , two figures, one tall and one short, were emerging from the darkness. Those were the figures of Voss and Gidwin. They withstood the dragon's breath but did not die. This is a very strange thing in itself, but as the two figures The dragon's chain was opened, and this strange phenomenon was explained.

The dragon hovering in the sky roared and circled for two weeks, as if to thank Voss, roared through the only skylight, Disappeared in the twilight sky. Everything seemed to be over, but for Gidwin, almost everything was not over yet, because Voss still owed him an explanation.

Fortunately, when Gidwin did not get angry, Voss gave With this explanation, looking at the only ray of setting sun that reached the sky in this empty room, Voss said to Gidwin with an apologetic look,"I'm sorry for making you take a huge risk as planned, accept my apology."What greeted Voss's apology was Gidwin's fist. Gidwin jumped up and punched Voss in the face with a heavy fist. He yelled angrily,"I don't need to apologize. Please explain this to me quickly. What's going on, I don't want to be the only one who is the fool."Gidwin took a deep breath and yelled,"If you refuse, I will fight you in a duel, crack your head open with a hammer and see what's inside."

That's a typical dwarf style. It's obvious that Voss can no longer be trusted at this moment, and the simple and kind dwarves will never allow themselves to be deceived again and again. Voss, who was punched hard, stood up and reasoned. He straightened his messy hair and at the same time returned his messy thoughts to normal.

Voss, whose voice became deeper, explained,"How much do you know about the legends of the ancient gods."Faced with this sudden question, Gidwin was a little at a loss, but he still gave the answer he knew."I don't know much. The only memory I have is probably from the memory in the Ulduar dungeon."Dwin's face turned pale when he mentioned Uldurge. It was something he never wanted to mention again. It was a shame for the dwarves. The bitterness of abandoning his companions to escape alone was a punishment he would never forgive himself for in his life.

But Voss Obviously that was not what he meant, just listen to him continue,"Pick up your weapon and touch my weapon."This was an inexplicable request. Gidwin, who picked up the weapon, unexpectedly found that his familiar war hammer emitted a silver-white halo, as gentle and soft as holy light. But Gidwin was a warrior and didn't know how to do it. Favored by the Holy Light.

And the surprise didn't stop there, Voss's ancient Isodar bow also exuded the same halo. When the two weapons touched together, the milky white halo exploded. Holy The waterfall of light enveloped Voss and Gidwin, making the room illuminated by such light. And a trace of memory merged into Gidwin's mind. This feeling is like a person who can't drink being pushed down and forced. Gidwin didn't like the feeling of being unable to resist while drinking.

But when the epic scene in his memory poured into his mind, he quietly chose to obey. It was a massive war in the sky. Dyeing fiery red, the weird fortress collapsed in front of a group of tall giants. The giant wielding a long sword pierced a giant octopus that escaped from the fortress and pinned him to the dark earth. That A giant beast spewed black poisonous mist in an attempt to attack the giant, but was nailed deeper by the giant and unable to move. Gidwin vaguely recognized the name of this strange creature from the tentacles he waved.

Yogg-Saron, in the legend The monster that wiped out Gidwin's expedition team was also the mastermind behind Loken, the king of all guardians, who went crazy and willingly threw himself into the arms of the ancient gods. Trembling, Gidwin couldn't help but tremble all over. Due to the fear of that powerful power. There is only one race that can defeat a being like Yogg-Saron so easily, the Creation Titans.

There are many legends about the Titans, but being able to witness those legendary powerful beings with your own eyes How lucky. A body as tough as marble, exuding a white halo, waving a sword, all evil will retreat in front of him. But the climax of the war occurred when the ancient fortress completely collapsed, and a black figure rushed towards him. Out of the fortress. It was a monster wrapped in a thick black mist. No one could see his true face, but it didn't matter at all. The black tentacles twitched violently and he effortlessly let go of a Titan's body. It flew out.

What a powerful force it was, it could no longer be explained by common sense. The heroic Titan warrior Sargeras appeared on the stage. It was a Titan warrior wearing golden armor holding a battle ax studded with gems and slashing hard. Towards the monster in the black mist.

The monster seemed unwilling to admit defeat. A black long sword appeared in the black shadow, holding Sargeras's sword. The powerful pressure made the earth tremble, and the broken land A biting storm rolled up, making the scene in the fog begin to become real.

The black fog dissipated and the monster turned into a human form like Sargeras. It was a giant wearing black armor, but he was compared to the dazzling Sargeras. Glass's outfit was a bit more evil. With long black hair, fair skin, and wielding a long sword as black as ink, he managed to survive Sargeras' attack.

Gidwin was shocked. Not because of his powerful strength, but because he had seen this man in black armor. In the nightmare of the Green Dragon in Icecrown Fortress, the King of Nightmares in the form of Xavier had such a form."Is this the answer that Voss wants to tell me?" Gidwin, who turned his head to look at Voss in disbelief, found that Voss seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep at the moment, lowering his head quietly, as motionless as a sculpture.