Warcraft novel series

The lingering dream did not disappear because Xavier became undead. The clear scene seemed as if all of this was true, or it was another way of observing the world. Xavier witnessed Uther's death from another perspective, and witnessed Kel'Thuzad's scream of joy from his soul because of his imminent resurrection, but none of this was as close to a reality as a dream.

Someone was calling Xavier inside the magic door that shone with strange light. Xavier walked briskly in response to the voice that he didn't know where to come from, the fragrance of blooming flowers, the joyful singing carried by the wind, and even the mellowness of grand wine and the sweetness of food. It was such a beautiful scene, as if everything was real, but the image of the person calling him in the distance was always blurry, like a soft veil in front of the girl waiting for Xavier to uncover it. When Xavier walked into the portal, the world seemed to have changed. Boundless darkness shrouded the earth, and the biting wind blew from nowhere. The alluring beauty disappeared like shattered glass, and only the image of the veiled person in the distance gradually became clear. Under the dark cloak is a white skeleton, wielding a sickle and rushing toward Xavier.

"Has the God of Death come to harvest my soul?" Xavier thought to himself, slowly closing his eyes, waiting for the end of life. Suddenly the ancient hollow voice sounded again,"Accept my blessing, death under the darkness will be Another kind of rebirth means that the god of death has regained control of the scythe of fate, and the forgotten years will never come back again.""What!"When Xavier opened his eyes, he didn't know when he was holding a sickle in his hand. It was the dark sickle of death. When Xavier carefully looked at this inexplicable weapon, everything disappeared. It turned out that it was just a dream, dry and dry. The bloodless hands proved that he had died. Unexpectedly, he still retained consciousness. When he wanted to shout excitedly, that voice sounded again,"Quiet, pretend that nothing happened, and wait for your destined fate." The savior has arrived, use the sickle in your hand to change your destiny."

At this time, Xavier lowered his head and looked at the weapon in his hand carefully. It was a long-handled scythe made of dark wood. The blade seemed to be made of black iron ore and seemed to be surrounded by some kind of magic, but he couldn't recognize it. A The undead suddenly gained such a strange weapon, which should have made people suspicious. Unfortunately, among these unconscious gargoyles, mummies and abominations, no matter how strange the changes were, they would not attract attention. And those who have retained their consciousness The death knights are following Arthas. Their invasion has no end. The Sunwell of Quel'Thalas has become their next target. The jar that once held the ashes of Arthas' father is now filled with Kel'Thuzad. The only way to resurrect him is to soak in the magical source of the Sunwell. However, the high elves will never allow their temple to be defiled by the undead, and an epic war is about to begin.

Arthas' The army marched eastward from Andorhal, followed by the creaking meat grinder, passing through Firestone Farm, Dalson Orchard, Geron Farm, crossing the Thoril River, and entering eastern Lordaeron. Everywhere They were victims of the plague, and they only needed a simple mental command to make them follow them like loyal dogs. The zombies created by the plague, the abominations sewn with residual limbs, and the fallen ghosts all followed made Xavier feel sick. Fortunately, He didn't have to eat corpses like them. The power of the necklace gave him his own consciousness and he could observe the world from another perspective. Of course, he couldn't control except his actions.

Arthas' army encountered him on the way to Quel'Thalas. They looked from a distance, as if the earth was moving. No, this description is not appropriate enough. Those are beasts, all of the same species. Are they cattle and sheep that broke through the fence after the plague turned into zombies? Or are they bears or animals enjoying a feast of corpses? Wolf? No matter what it is, Xavier knows that it must not be a good thing.

"This is a new warrior given by the Lich King to his favorite." The necklace allowed Xavier to hear Kel'Thuzad's voice. Although Xavier hated the voice, the content of the conversation still interested him.""The Dreadlords are not trustworthy and are responsible for keeping tabs on the Lich King. I will tell you everything...when I come back to the world." Kel'Thuzad seemed to be speaking as the Lich King. Although Xavier didn't know what he was talking about, he vaguely felt that the Lich King was the black hand behind Arthas' changes. Kel'Thuzad still said,"Earth The ancestors of the cave demons were a proud race called Ahn'Qiraj. They were highly intelligent when they were alive and were committed to eradicating any alien creatures."Now, they are the defeated generals of our master. The Lich King has transformed these crypt demons and their lord Anub'arak into undead creatures. Now they come to help you capture the high elves' castle, Prince Arthas, for The glory of you and the master." Alsace's wild laughter echoed throughout the valley. Xavier was truly sad for Alsace's fall, but this may be fate. All he can do now is wait for the destined person to appear..

At this moment, Silvermoon City Ranger General, Sylvanas Windrunner, was listening to Karma's always accurate intelligence. It is true that all of them have long heard rumors that the undead natural disaster caused by the plague is spreading across the human land. But the high elves thought their land was safe. Over the centuries, it has passed through the flames of the dragons, the attacks of the orcs of the dark tide and the old rival trolls, but it has not fallen. He believes that the human plague cannot affect him at all.

As he listened, Sylvanas' blue eyes widened. The things Karma told were so unbelievable and unbelievable. People killed by the plague got up again, some freshly dead, some already dried; huge brainless sewing monsters pieced together from various residual limbs; weird skeleton birds that looked like living gargoyles; and The giant spider creature reminded her of the legendary Qiraji people who were thought to be extinct. Everything was so incredible.

The most important thing is that the death knight of Arthas, the leader of the natural disaster, brought a strange fighter, and the forest has been severely damaged. You must know that the forest is the second life of the high elves, and Sylvanas will never allow it to suffer such a devastating blow. She straightened her body and said sternly,"Our territory does not allow the trampling of natural disasters. They cannot break the magic that protects Quel'Thalas. But she seems to have forgotten that a high elf has betrayed them, that weak The high elf was not as willing to die as his companions who were also captured. A little temptation with no end in sight allowed him to easily betray his country. Even Arthas was surprised by his easy betrayal. At this moment,

Xavier He was staying with a lot of ghouls. Although he finally recognized that he was the same kind as them, he still couldn't help but feel nauseated, especially when they were eating and eating corpses. Fortunately With the help of a magical necklace, Xavier can stay alive without eating those disgusting things."Alsace has arrived, and at the foot of Silvermoon City, the main city of the elves, he may launch an attack soon. Xavier muttered silently in his heart. Although he very much hoped that the Scourge would lose the war, the defeat of the human kingdom made him lose hope in the resistance of the high elves. The majestic Silver Moon City was shining with the aura of magic everywhere, silvery white. The snow-like city walls, the huts on the spiral staircase, and perhaps even the fragrant flowers are the result of magic. The city walls wrapped in a faint magic shield are changing the color of magic at any time. Xavier was almost dumbfounded. As a priest who worships the Holy Light, this was the first time he saw the Magic City. Although Arthas had heard about the beauty of the Magic City of Dalaran, he was still shocked when it really appeared in front of him. It was so beautiful.. It's a pity that the attack horn sounded too early, interrupting his beautiful memories. Such a beautiful city will soon be destroyed by the undead natural disaster. The gargoyles in the sky are targets for Sylvanas's rangers to aim and shoot. With a burst of bows and arrows, a large number of gargoyles fell down. Of course, Alsace would not be so stupid. Half-rotten corpses and mummies climbed straight up and down the city wall. Some corpses that were too rotten were not even halfway up the climb. When their hands and feet fell off, they would fall down. But their endless numbers were enough to overwhelm their opponents.

The elven archers followed the instructions in advance and killed the living ones first, and then used rockets to drive away the zombies. The first wave of shooting knocked down almost all of them. The second wave was countless rockets that pierced into the walking dead. Although they were all staggering whether they were dry and flammable or rotten and moist, the number alone was enough to reverse the situation. The endless natural disasters are getting closer and closer to the high elf warriors. They no longer have enough distance to draw their bows and arrows, so they can only rush forward and engage in hand-to-hand combat. You must know that facing the endless natural disasters, hand-to-hand combat is a stupid and last resort decision.. The hands of the dead stretched out towards Sylvanas' comrades, and their fingers turned into claws. The high elf warriors fought bravely, but the enemy kept approaching and tightened the encirclement. Sylvanas watched helplessly The comrades fell at their feet, feeling a sharp pain in their hearts.

"Volathil!"Sylvanas watched her best friend's throat cut by a ghoul's claws. He watched in pain as Volathil smashed into the corpse of the undead he had killed. The moment of numbness made him Sylvanas almost lost her mind. He rushed forward and chopped off the ghoul's head with a sword. Looking at the man not far away holding a blue rune sword and wearing a sinister smile, she almost rushed forward to fight him, but The constant banging sounds from the gate of Silvermoon City brought him back to his senses. Alsace's siege machines had been deployed. Some ogre-sized monsters that looked like they were made up of different corpses, as well as huge spiders, were also They hit the city gate together. Then something hit the wall and made a snapping sound, which seemed to be very soft. Her heart refused to accept it for a moment, but the fact was clearly before her eyes - Arthas not only resurrected the fallen The elves also used their corpses - or stumps - as cannonballs and threw them at Sylvanas.

Seeing this scene, Sylvanas finally gave up her stubborn persistence and said,"Retreat to the second door.!"How much he didn't want to shout such language, but looking at the dwindling number of comrades, she had no choice. The retreat of the elven army made them finally understand that a traitor had betrayed them, otherwise the door protected by magic would not be so fragile."Teal'k," Sylvanas called to his men."Get to the Sunwell Platform. Tell them everything we saw. Tell them - be prepared""Tell them - we may have been betrayed."

Xavier was really disappointed after witnessing all this. He didn't expect the high elves' army to be defeated so easily. Where was his hope? Did he have to wait until the undead natural disaster led by Arthas destroyed the entire continent of Azeroth? , or do we have to wait until the legendary dragon appears to end all this? Obviously Xavier forgot that he was also part of the Undead Scourge. If the Undead Scourge was defeated, he would also suffer the fate of destruction, but he still hoped that the high elves could win.. For no reason, when the necklace faced Sylvanas, there was always an inexplicable force trying to tell itself what story would happen between itself and the high elf general.