Warcraft novel series

Hand of Tyr, the last camp of the Scarlet Crusade in the Eastern Plaguelands, now has very few people left. Most of the Scarlet Crusaders followed Abbendis into Northrend. In this abandoned land, all that is left are the old and disabled Scarlet Crusaders. They still believe in the Holy Light, but they have chosen the wrong path.

At this moment, Old Fording gave them the right to make a new choice. Standing in the crowd and holding the Ashbringer high, he was like a sun, so hot that everyone looked up. All the Scarlet Crusaders bowed before him, not only because Old Fordring was the former lord of the Silver Hand, but also because he held the Ashbringer of the former Scarlet Crusade lord Mograine. It is recorded in the Blood Sacred Scripture that if someone appears in front of you with the Ashbringer, then he is the person you will follow. He will lead you to the other side of glory, and the Holy Light will be given to you forever.

All the Scarlet Crusaders bowed down in front of Old Fording,"Are you here to redeem us? Thank you Holy Light for blessing us again." The Scarlet Crusaders' sincere confession made Xavier feel sad. These crazy Scarlet Crusaders He is just a poor person who is too obsessed with his hatred of the undead. Xavier's thoughts couldn't help but think of his mentor Cardson. If this high-ranking priest could have met old Fording earlier, he would not have to die. Xavier sighed more than he thought of Marissa, the woman he had always dreamed of and never saw."Maybe his injury hasn't healed yet," but the current situation was obviously not the time for Xavier's random thoughts, so he still put away his little uneasiness.

"Stand up, warriors of the Holy Light. Although you have been blinded by hatred, the Holy Light will forgive everyone's mistakes. From today on, we are collectively called the Silver Crusade and march into Northrend, the lair of the Lich King. It's coming!"Old Fordring's voice was high and loud, and cheers came and went, as if everyone had seen the moment when the Lich King was defeated.

When the Scarlet Crusade at the hands of Tyr chose to surrender, the Eastern Plagueland ushered in He was truly liberated. Although there are still a small number of believers of the Cult of the Curse and the natural disasters of the undead, this can no longer prevent this desolate land that has been ravaged by natural disasters from being reborn. The scorching sun is scorching the earth, and all the All creatures were praying for the coolness that a cloud could bring. The shadow did come, but it was not a cloud. A purple-black ghostly pyramid-shaped flying object floated over from the sky. No one knew what it was, but it was certain. What's more, he was slowly descending towards the Hand of Tyr. When he was very close to the ground, everyone finally saw his true appearance. He was a pyramid flying object made of black metal that emitted purple light and had several ventilation holes around it. Purple-black gas was being emitted, and when he got closer, people realized how huge he was. A black shadow covered the entire Hand of Tyr, making the sky suddenly darken."What is this?" Xavier couldn't help but question, with a bad feeling in his heart."I don't know, I don't think he is a good person.""Gidwin started to crow again."Run! Voss shouted as if he suddenly discovered something. A gap suddenly opened in the center of the pyramid, and a large amount of thick green liquid sprayed out. The Scarlet Crusaders who were accidentally contaminated all let out heart-rending screams. , fell to the ground and groaned in pain.

A large number of ghouls, abominations, sutures, and gargoyles swarmed out from the vents of the pyramid. At this moment, everyone was in chaos, although they were elites who eliminated the undead. The troops, but faced with such an attack, were inevitably in a panic."Calm down! All remote professions stand back, knights and warriors come forward!"Old Fording shouted, the Ashbringer gave off a dazzling light as if he was already eager to drink the blood of the undead, and quickly cut off the wings of a gargoyle, letting him turn into ashes in pain. With Old Fording's The commotion was calmed down, and everyone took up weapons and joined the team to eliminate the undead natural disasters. The flames of the holy light set off the arcane magic of the mage, and the ice rain accompanied the arrows of the hunters flying in the sky. Everyone was fighting enthusiastically.

In the battlefield to eliminate the undead, Xavier and his team waved their weapons to their heart's content, cutting down the undead natural disasters that dared to disturb him. At this moment, the solemn-looking Dawnbringer Eligar was quietly approaching the pyramid alone. In the shadow. With an abnormal fluctuation of magic, a light black light shrouded Eligar under the dark sky pyramid. With the fluctuation of magic, Eligar disappeared in this dark light."Follow him! Xavier was the first to make a sound when he noticed the strange movement. He quickly rushed into the black magic barrier.

Immediately after, two figures broke in just when the dark light was about to disappear, accompanied by a mess. The dark light of the magic wave disappeared into infinity. Old Fording waved the Ashbringer and struggled to kill a gargoyle that dared to block him. A satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth because he finally saw clearly the one who disappeared into the darkness. Among the three people was Xavier. I don’t know why Old Fording had a special affinity for this Forgotten One, just like he had for Eligar. This man who once belonged to the Death Knight was killed in the battle of the Holy Light Chapel. When he was inspired by the Holy Light and became the real Dawnbringer, Old Fording cared more about him than others.

Because from this death knight, Old Fording saw the shadow of his son Fran. He didn't He was willing to take any risks, but when his beloved death knight proposed to enter Stratholme, Old Fording sternly refused. But Eligar insisted on his idea, and he led a small number of Silver Dawn elites When he sneaked into Stratholme, Old Fording was angry at this disobedient death knight. But seeing that Eligar had established a foothold in Stratholme and finally had his own territory in this area of ​​influence that did not belong to the Silver Dawn. I felt a little relieved.

Later, when the Argent Dawn completely regained the territory of this undead scourge due to the addition of the Forgotten Xavier, Stratholme ushered in a complete liberation. Old Fording had special feelings for Xavier, My feeling towards him is different from that of Elig. He hides a special secret, but what cannot be hidden is his kind nature. He has an appreciative attitude toward Xavier Fording, but more towards Elig. What is important is care. Old Fording always has a special and delicate emotion, just like the care an older man has for his younger generations. But at the moment, he does not have so much time to think about this. A large number of undead creatures have a tendency to retreat. Fording would not let these undead natural disasters pose a threat to Eligg, Xavier and his party. He shouted,"Fighters of the Silver Dawn, show your fighting spirit. Don't let an undead escape back to the pyramid here. For Holy light!"Old Fording's shout was accompanied by the scorching flames of the Ashbringer, killing the undead one after another. At this moment, all the warriors of the Silver Dawn were infected by the bravery of Old Fording. Facing the endless undead creatures, they roared, The sound of clashing swords can be heard endlessly. This may be the largest battle against the undead in history.No one cares about this. In their eyes, the most important thing is to destroy these undead creatures and give them real rest.

In that long and endless dark space, fear was constantly being created and nurtured, and the blue flame illuminated the face of the man on the skull throne. How ironic it is that the arcane robe engraved with roses is worn on an undead body with only bones left. The purple and gold mage hat confirms his identity as a Dalaran mage. But his current identity is that of a lich, floating in the air, surrounded by purple rune chains, shining with deep purple magic flames, and a huge skeleton dragon is lying next to him. The necromancer was holding a glass of wine that was as red as blood and slowly tasting it, while a Cult of the Damned cultist was reporting to him."Lord Kel'Thuzad, the death knight area of ​​Naxxramas has arrived at the ruins of Tyr's Hand. A large number of undead natural disasters are fighting with the Silver Dawn. I believe that all the Silver Dawn lingering in the Eastern Plaguelands will be wiped out soon."

"Very good." The insidious necromancer Kel'Thuzad, the Lich King's first general, nodded with satisfaction. He then said,"The informant I placed in the Scarlet Crusade has indeed lived up to my expectations. If not, He led a large number of Scarlet Crusaders to leave Tire's hands in advance. My plan will not be so complete.""Yes, the great Kel'Thuzad mage, your wisdom is the most outstanding in all of Azeroth, but I don't know whether splitting the death knight district from Naxxramas will affect the Lich King's great plan."The Cult of the Damned believer who reported the report was flattering and asked the question carefully. But Kel'Thuzad let out a sinister smile and said,"That's not a problem. Those death knights are not very reliable anyway. If they can't stop the progress of the Silver Dawn, Let them rest there forever"

"what do you mean?"The cursed cultist asked with some confusion. Kel'Thuzad stared at the cursed cultist and said word by word,"The core of the Death Knight area has been planted with explosives that can destroy the entire Plague Land. No matter what the result is, everyone They are all going to die, and I don’t care at all whether there are as many mindless undead as there are."At this moment, the Cursed Cultist was also frightened by this plan, but he immediately responded and flattered,"Great Lord Kel'Thuzad, you have once again confirmed your unparalleled wisdom with your actions. No one can compare with you, great master. The Lich King's plan will come true."In the empty hall, Kel'Thuzad's wanton laughter could not dissipate for a long time.

The gradually fading magic light and shadow finally dissipated, and when Xavier and the other two woke up again, they had already arrived inside this mysterious pyramid. The dark metal walls, faint The magic lines carved on the purple floor are constantly flowing with fluctuations of arcane magic. The viscous green liquid flows in the special grooves with a rancid smell, and the green flames burning on the torch give off ghostly light and shadow in the breeze."Na kesamas. Xavier looked around and couldn't help but said this."What, where is this?""Gidwin, who was sitting on the ground, looked at Xavier with some confusion."Nothing." In fact, Xavier himself didn't know why he knew this place. It seemed that he had been here before. Maybe it was the memory of when he was still undead. , Xavier has no time to think about this.

"The magic fluctuations here are so strange,"As a blood elf, arcane magic is something they should be born to master. Unfortunately, Voss is not a mage. He has hated those who play with magic instruments in the laboratory since he was a child. That's why the mage became a hunter. But looking at the mysterious arcane patterns on the floor and in the air still aroused his curiosity as a blood elf.

"It's so strange that there isn't a single undead in the huge Naxxama. Xavier muttered to himself again. Indeed, at this time, the three of them clearly felt that the ghostly atmosphere and the faint flow of magic here always made people feel uncomfortable. Each of the three had their own thoughts. Voss sat He was staring at the strange magical phenomenon on the ground in a daze. As for Gidwin, he became interested in this strange building. The dwarves have an extraordinary interest in all the buildings they have never seen before. As for Xavier, he was groping around, but he couldn't help but wonder. I know why there seems to be a magic barrier here. There is a way to the deeper place but I can't get through it. There is always a strong rebound force to block myself back. Xavier wants to ask VossBut this blood elf was racking his brains on the issue of arcane energy and had no intention of answering Xavier. As for Gidwin, there is no need to count on it. The dwarf went to study the green liquid again.

"Ouch!"Gidwin's screams attracted the attention of Xavier and Vos. It turned out that the dwarf's long beard had accidentally been contaminated with the green liquid in the trench. The originally thick and still green liquid was like ignited gasoline. It burst into flames, and the green flames immediately burned Gidwin's beloved beard to pieces. No wonder the dwarf let out such a heart-rending scream. Gidwin was seen squatting on the ground. , carefully gathered and tied up the half-burned beards, and those dark brown eyes seemed to be about to shed tears."Why are you so careless? Fortunately, you didn't fall. Otherwise, there will really be no ashes left," Voss laughed at Gidwin. Gidwin was not happy. He shouted in a rough voice,"What do you know, I have been growing this beard for 20 years, and it is better than mine. My life is still important, just like the blood elf turning bald, I can't wait to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it."Gidwin laughed and brought Vos in. Vos jumped on his feet and shouted,"There is no door. How can the blood elf's hair compare with your rotten beard? It has been through hundreds of years. Growth absorbs the purification of the Sunwell……"The more Vos talks, the more evil he gets. Gidwin said on the side,"That must be a purebred mane, suitable for use as a guard on the handle of my hammer." This time it was Voss's turn to jump, and the two of them said something to each other, until this ghost Naxxramas became less fearful, and Xavier on the other side couldn't help but smile.

If it weren't for the light gray wall gradually becoming transparent like a glass, and the beating flames of the surrounding torches also emitting dazzling light, none of the three people would have noticed that the protagonist in this dark palace was about to appear. All the light spots are gathered here, and everyone seems to be in an empty hall waiting for the performance to start.

The three people's eyes shifted to the passage blocked by the magic barrier at the same time. The dazzling light reflected the two figures confronting each other. The beating backs danced in the firelight. The familiar face of one of them appeared in front of everyone again.

"Eligg is inside!"Gidwin was the first to scream. Almost everyone could see clearly that standing behind the transparent wall was none other than Eligar, who had entered Naxxramas earlier. He was wearing dark gray clothes one by one. The armored death knights faced off. The death knight wearing dark gray armor took off the helmet that blocked his face. The face of an old man with gray hair appeared in front of everyone, and his dark blue eyes glanced at Xavier and others. He glanced at him, and an unconscious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth."Are they your friends, Eligar?" Facing the old man's question, Eliger did not turn around and pay attention to Xavier and others. He said coldly,"I have no friends, and death is my best friend.""

The cold voice came out of his mouth like the ice in the eternal ice cave that has never melted for thousands of years. Xavier couldn't help but wonder whether he knew this Dawnbringer with a figure as mellow as the silvery white dawn and the person in front of him. The death knight was confused. After hearing Eligg's answer, the old man let out a sad laugh as if a good show was about to be staged,"Well said, Eligg, my student. The audience is all here and it's time for our performance to begin."