Warcraft novel series

It was an orc with crimson crazy blood, and his red eyes were always on fire. This orc was dressed in chainmail, with his thick and powerful muscles exposed, dyed slightly blue by the snow. He held a heavy stone hammer in his hand, as if he was vowing to smash Arthas's head."Little Saurfang, you are finally here. I thought you were too scared to come." Bolvar's mocking easily angered the orc in front of him."I won't let the Alliance steal the show." Little Saurfang roared, and the orc army behind him also appeared in the vast white snow. Listening to the bloodthirsty roar, it seemed that the orcs could no longer bear the boiling fire. The passionate and arrogant killing can calm them down. The opportunity is coming soon, and the Door of Divine Punishment opens. When the door that has been silent for too long opens, there is a heavy roar. There is no longer the protection of the gods behind the door that has not been opened for too long. Countless undead natural disasters swarmed out, and the place turned into a battlefield in an instant.

On the snow-white underground battlefield, the orc's heavy stone hammer angrily smashed a hateful head. As the heavy body fell, little Saurfang glanced at Bolvar proudly, as if a silent game had begun.. Bolvar, protected by the Holy Light, used his shield engraved with the image of the royal lion's kite to neatly knock away a ghoul that was about to attack him."Let's get started, let's make the competition more intense." Bolvar now likes the orc in front of him. Although he is reckless and simple, they also value glory. In the eyes of little Saurfang, the splashing green blood and the constant sound of weapons clashing were like a hymn of victory, and he enjoyed everything in front of him.

In Marissa's eyes, these two people are no longer the leaders of their respective camps at this moment. The crazy massacre, even those abominable undead natural disasters, makes Marissa feel a little sick. On the battlefield, all Marissa can do is to let the Saint Just like his lover Xavier, he also hates killing, but on the battlefield, nothing is absolute. What he can do is to let countless wounded people return to the battlefield under his treatment. This is indeed a perfect combination, if not for the appearance of that person, everything should be so perfect.

The heavy armor stepped on the solid ice-blue earth, making a thumping sound. The appearance of the figure in the darkness silenced all the noise. The master of all undead scourges, Lich King Arthas, this fallen prince finally revealed his figure for the first time. The heavy ice-blue armor was covered with frost and mist, and inside the helmet with intricately carved runes were ghostly eyes glowing with a faint blue light. The most chilling thing is the magic sword in his hand, Frostmourne.

"You are finally willing to show up. Your father's soul cannot rest in peace in the fallen Lordaeron. The blood of your father and your people in Arthas yearns for justice! Bolvar shouted with loyalty, but he could not hide the fear in his heart. It was a trembling from the soul. No one could remain calm in the face of Arthas. Arthas raised Frostmourne, That cold voice almost froze the entire battlefield,"I will let you know what justice is," Alsace said coldly after a slight pause,"The true meaning of death!"With Alsace's bone-chilling voice, the ground shook. Countless dead bones pierced the earth and emerged. Those crushed undead creatures were once again awakened by Alsace. The terrifying regeneration ability of the undead disaster once again made Everyone was terrified.

Marissa, who faced him for the first time, didn't make a sound for a long time. It was not because of fear. The once familiar face was now standing behind all the undead disasters and controlling everything. Marissa really wanted to do this. What can he do to save this miserable prince? Unfortunately, he has done nothing. Another tragedy happened. The reckless little Saurfang was the first to rush forward. He no longer wanted to say more to the master of the undead disaster. In one sentence, fighting is the truth in his eyes,"Stop being wordy, accept your fate of imminent death!"The heavy stone hammer drew a perfect arc with the swing of little Saurfang's arm. The orc hero was extremely sure that this blow would crush Arthas's head.

Unfortunately, he was wrong, the metal The sound of contact with the stone was so brief, but the shortness of this moment was destined to lead to the loss of a life. The sharp Frostmourne easily shattered the weapon in Saurfang's hand, along with the broken stones and frost The cold sword tip of Frostmourne pierced the body of little Saurfang. There was no blood spurting out. The soul as blue as the smoke gradually merged into the sword body of Frostmourne. Another soul was killed by Frostmourne. Imprisoned, this terrifying fear made everyone tremble at his power.

Bolvar was furious, he could not bear the lives of his comrades passing away in front of his eyes, even if they were orcs of the tribe. The crazy roar shook everyone in the Gate of Scourge. Creature,"You will pay for the lives you took, traitor!"Bovar looked directly into Arthas's eyes, but Bolvar could not see a trace of fear in the blue light blooming from the depths of his dark armor. The laughter that penetrated the soul sounded again,"A very bold statement. , but you have no choice."Alsace does have arrogant capital, and his unfathomable strength cannot be stopped by any individual.

"Stop killing people, can't you hear the sad wailing of the souls of the dead?"Marissa completely collapsed, and two lines of tears burst out uncontrollably. At this moment, even being reunited with Xavier did not make him so excited. Perhaps it was because of his duties as a priest that he could not bear the loss of any life. It was a pity. This was the battlefield and no one heard his voice. Perhaps Alsace, who heard his cry, had long since forgotten the wife of his once best friend. Suddenly there was a huge explosion, and several trebuchets were thrown from the foot of the mountain. The barrel fell heavily among the coalition forces. Miserable green smoke bloomed in the crowd, and countless allies fell down with miserable screams, including the undead. Everyone's eyes were attracted by this sudden scene."Who did it?"Everyone had a question, and with this question a figure appeared on the hillside in the distance. It was the Forgotten One wearing cloth armor and a mask. When his high-pitched and sinister voice sounded, even the Lich King He couldn't help but look sideways,"Do you think we have been forgotten? Do you think we have forgiven you? Now open your eyes and see that this is the revenge of the Forsaken. Kill everyone present. This is the revenge of Sylvanas!"The voice was sharp and mean, but the death he brought made everyone feel helpless in life. Countless throwing carts were pushed out, and countless barrels filled with green liquid were thrown into the crowd, bursting out everywhere. The poisonous mist plunged everyone into the embrace of death for an instant."Holy Light, please protect me!"Marissa immediately stopped grieving, and the sacred light instantly enveloped everyone around her. But she was still too late, and she underestimated the anger of the hatred of the Forsaken. Even the Lich King could not resist the dissipating green smoke. Kneeling on one knee, Arthas growled Sylvanas's name, leaning on Frostmourne, and walked step by step towards the Gate of Scourge,"Remember what you did today, the Forsaken!"Alsace made his last voice and disappeared into the deep darkness of the Gate of Scourge. The Forgotten One standing on the hillside seemed to enjoy everything in front of him, looking at the corpses on the ground at his feet and shouting excitedly,"Today is the day of revenge for the Forsaken!"With wild laughter, he triumphantly disappeared into the thick frost and snow.

"No, I can't die yet!"In this sea of ​​green poisonous mist, Marissa saw Bolvar who fell not far away. This heroic man was lying flat on the ground. From his helpless eyes, Marissa saw his unfinished ambition. Marissa let out her final roar. The holy light could no longer protect his body, and the poisonous mist began to infiltrate his body. He watched helplessly as the human leader, Baron Bolvar, let out his final roar and fell helplessly in the poisonous field. In the fog, he was begging the Holy Light to save himself and those around him. Marissa had never been so eager to live. Ever since he met Xavier, he had never thought about dying. Unfortunately, death never wants to pity every living person. When he fell, countless shadows flew through the air, and the spitting flames burned the earth and his body. It seemed that he had felt the stinging sound of the strong flames burning his body. , hazy, he thought of Xavier, the man he loved deeply, how much he wanted time to go back to yesterday, so that that moment would never pass, but it was a pity that his time was really running out, Xiong XiongHe saw the shadow of the dragon retreating in the fire. From then on everything became blurry, and this was the last consciousness he had in his life.

In the endless snowy road, there is only one figure running endlessly. It is a forgotten person, a sad man named Xavier. Although he knows the truth, unfortunately he can't stop anything. A series of his footprints were left in the endless white snow, but at the end of the vast white snow was the battlefield that had become increasingly scorched due to the blazing fire. Opposite the endless snowfield is a door that is frozen and never opens. The heavy door of scourge cannot tell Xavier anything. He can only find everything by himself.

"Marissa! Where are you? Don't be so cruel and leave me alone. Answer me!"Xavier's voice was so loud that he could only hear the howling of the north wind in the empty and endless snowfield. Everything seemed to be too late. Xavier's tears had dried up, but no one could understand his roar.."Don't leave me like this, didn't we agree never to be separated? Xavier choked and knelt on the snow. His eyes, which had been soaked in tears for too long, were blurred and he could not see the direction.

Suddenly, a fiery red figure appeared in front of him."Xiavel." That was the softest call, and Xavier rushed forward almost madly,"Is that you, Marissa? Gods, thank you for returning Marissa to me!""Xavier was as crazy as ever. It wasn't until he was blocked by an invisible magic protective wall that he saw clearly that what appeared in front of him was an upper elf wearing fiery red clothes, with pointed ears, green eyes, and golden eyes. His long hair hangs down on his shoulders, and the most important thing is his clothes that are as burning as flames. They are so dazzling on this white land, and they are as red as a fire, making people dare not look directly at them.

"Xavier, put away your sadness. You need to face reality. The lost lives will never come back. What you need to do is face it well and save their souls."The voice was hollow and profound, but Xavier couldn't hear it. He roared angrily,"Why, why! I don't believe this is true!"Xavier was still deceiving himself to numb his nerves. Although he already knew that this was probably the truth, he still couldn't accept the truth. Until a fiery red magic mirror appeared in front of Xavier.

It was to record battlefield information. In the mirror, everything appeared in front of Xavier. He saw the conversation between Bolvar and Marissa in Stormwind City, saw the death of little Saurfang, until he saw the Forgotten One appearing on the hillside. For a moment, he could no longer keep calm. Faranir, this hated royal apothecary, was the culprit of everything. It was he who dropped the plague poison that destroyed the life of Xavier's most beloved person. The poison killed everyone present. People. Xavier roared angrily. Although his anger could no longer keep him calm, he still continued to look at it. He saw that the seriously injured Alsace was defeated and fled back to Icecrown Fortress. At this moment, Xavier He no longer had any sympathy for his former friends. Now he hated everyone. Without him, there would be no war. Without him, everything would be different, and Marissa would not die. Xavier began to hate everyone infinitely. Of course, the person he wanted to kill the most must be Faranir!

When everyone was dead, Xavier saw Faranir laughing wildly, the arrogant look of the man who made Xavier resentful all his life, and really wanted to beat him Xavier, who punched with one punch, had no chance. This despicable forgotten person was not happy for long, as a large number of red dragons covered the sky of the Gate of Scourge. The endless anger that burned life burned the entire battlefield pure and simply, and all lives were destroyed. In this battle, the Forgotten Ones will be withdrawn, including the Forgotten Ones. The Forgotten Ones who slaughtered all the dissidents in the Poisonous Mist Land for their own selfish interests, and the insidious pharmacist who carefully planned revenge are destined to be buried in the sea of ​​fire. The scorching flames burned everything. When everything dissipated, the largest red dragon fell on the snowy field. Gradually, his body began to deform, and an upper elf dressed in red From then on, Alexstrasza, the giver of life, was waiting for the person who gave fate to appear. Xavier finally calmed down after experiencing such grief, because he was the one chosen by fate and was destined to be extraordinary. The Red Dragon Queen's waiting has destined him to have an extraordinary future. ② Side story of the Ancient God