The flight of the draenei was like a meteorite dropped across the entire alliance.
All kings, whether they are wise or arrogant, have come into contact with such weird immortal species for the first time. They are few in number, but powerful in combat, and most importantly, the lifespan of every Draenei.
To mortals, it looks like immortality.
The high elves of Quel'Thalas also live long. Their lifespan of 3,000 years is already unimaginable to humans. Now, this record has been broken. When the 30,000-year-old Draenei prophet walked into Lordaeron, people came to watch.
The common people and nobles did not hesitate to offer their calls and blessings to the immortal. Especially when the prophet waved his hands and sprinkled scenes of sacred blessings to the crowd, the cheers turned into fanatical prayers.
People are in awe of power, and when this great power clearly belongs to them, they become sincerely happy.
The Church of Holy Light is the most friendly to the Draenei among all the forces in the alliance. The contact between the two parties has greatly improved the understanding of the priests and paladins of Azeroth in using the power of the Holy Light. Some lower-level believers will even treat the Draenei
People regard it as an inspiration given by the Holy Light.
In this environment, even if the kings were wary of these strange-looking foreigners, they would treat them very kindly. Prophet Velen spent three months touring various countries in the alliance.
After that, the draenei civilians who had moved to the foothills of the Redridge Mountains in the Kingdom of Storms received unimaginably generous support.
At the moment, the situation in Azeroth is relatively calm. It is not difficult for the kings to support some supplies. But for the prophet, the most important gain is that in the country of the sea, Kul Tiras, he received some supplies from Dailin.
The king obtained specific navigation maps of Kalimdor and Northrend. Although the three draenei ships were enough to carry the people across the ocean, that was the last resort.
The inheritance of the draenei people is also on the verge of extinction. Once these spaceships are damaged, it will be difficult to repair them. The prophet will not use them until the critical moment. Fortunately, the draenei people also inherit the traditional navigation skills. The prophet has done
After making a plan, after returning to the Kingdom of Stormwind, a group of vanguards were sent to the two continents to conduct reconnaissance.
Use the fastest speed to find a place for the Draenei in Azeroth.
In this diplomacy, the Prophet learned the lessons he learned from dealing with the orcs. He did not conceal the relationship between the draenei and the demons, and gave a serious warning about the demons invading the world, but like the Kingdom of Stormwind,
As King Varian said, there are many bad things happening within the Alliance, and realistic kings will not spend too much energy on a vague prophecy.
And on the spring night of the 10th year of the Dark Portal, on the ship returning to the southern part of the continent, Prophet Velen suddenly felt his mind shaking. He could not calm down no matter what. This situation had happened twice in the past.
The first time was the night before the evacuation of Argus, and the second time was the early morning when the orcs attacked the draenei, both of which represented that a bad future was emerging bit by bit.
Velen held the Atama Crystal - Song of the Soul, which could see into the future, and tried to see through the future disasters, but this time, the crystal did not respond to him, which made the prophet's worries even heavier, and he left with his staff.
cabin, walked to the deck of the Kul Tiras merchant ship, and greeted the enthusiastic sailors.
Sailors are the most superstitious people. They will encounter various dangers at any time on the sea. They firmly believe in the existence of gods. Therefore, these sailors are very enthusiastic and attentive to Velen, who has the title of prophet.
As for these superstitious mortals, the prophet also knew very well how to deal with them.
He made "prophecies" for several worried sailors, encouraged them with words, and gave them the blessing of the Holy Light to help them remove the hidden wounds in their bodies. This act made the sailors worship Velen even more as a god.
After hearing the news, the captain who came over patted his chest and promised the prophet that the first batch of Draenei immigrants could take his ship to Kalimdor. This was an unexpected surprise.
However, the prophet's worries did not diminish. He stood on the deck. Under the awe-inspiring gazes of the sailors, the prophet once again picked up the purple crystal soul song, and along with the purple light and golden light rippled on the prophet's body,
Scenes of visions of the future once again filled his eyes.
"This is..."
The prophet's expression changed drastically. In the vision of the future, he vaguely saw the dark army sweeping across Azeroth.
They walked silently on the land of Lordaeron, leaving only desolation wherever they went, and the cold aura lingering on these unknown legions was very familiar to the prophet, they were undead!
"Tyrion, did you finally slaughter the world?"
The prophet murmured to himself, but the next moment, the vision in front of him changed again. The prophet saw the leader leading the group of undead. It was not the Tyrion Blade of Dawn he was familiar with, but a human...a man holding a skeleton.
The humans of the magic sword!
That sword, that ice-blue magic sword that shone in front of the prophet's eyes in a trance, was more silent and less noisy than the unruly magic sword Apocalypse in Tyrion's hand, but the evil breath exuded by both of them,
Almost from the same source.
"This...this death knight!"
The prophet's eyes widened. He vaguely saw the face of the death knight who led the undead to slaughter the entire Lordaeron. He felt unusually familiar, but before he could take a closer look, behind him, the sailor
Their exclamations awoke the prophet from his state of peering into the future.
The purple light fell silent little by little. The prophet raised his head and followed the sight of the sailors. On the dark sky of Azeroth, a dim meteor was crossing the sky and falling towards the extreme north.
.
"This is a sign."
The prophet subconsciously clenched the Atama crystal in his hand. As someone who has seen the future many times, he was very clear about everything in front of him. When the ominous meteor appeared, the song of the soul allowed him to see the dark future.
This means that the future is inseparably related to the meteor streaking across the sky.
"But... what does that meteor mean? What does the undead army that is rampant in Lordaeron have to do with Tyrion?"
On a spring night, on the cold sea, the prophet fell into long thoughts.
A few words about the future were not enough for him to see the truth of the matter, but the prophet was certain that the current peace of the alliance could not be maintained for long, and a turbulent era was about to begin.
And when the Draenei entered Azeroth at the beginning of this era, was it good or bad?
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"Woo"
The solid meteor rubbed against the atmosphere of Azeroth and quickly fell towards the northernmost continent of the world. Its solid corners quickly rubbed against the air, bringing out traces of beating Mars on the edge, still in this cold night.
Inside, there was a shrill scream like the howl of a banshee.
That ray of light cut across the darkness, like a shadow remaining on the dark curtain. When it finally fell on the surface of a giant ice floe suspended in the frozen North Sea, the ominous light dimmed slightly.
Come down.
It was thrown directly from the twisted void to Azeroth, hundreds of millions of light-years away. The "meteor" made a huge noise when it fell to the ground. It was even hit by an impact on the surface of the solid ice floe.
The crater, and at the bottom of the crater exuding melted steam, the true appearance of the "meteor" was exposed to the sky of Azeroth for the first time.
It was a piece of crystal clear ice, huge, more than 3 meters high, with an irregular shape, and the most surprising thing was that there was a pair of gray-blue armor sealed in this piece of ice, with skulls and black thorns.
There are also some weird gems for embellishment, especially the devil-style crown, which is inlaid with a dim blue gem.
The moment it fell on the ice floe, between the shining gems and the empty armor, a tired and desperate soul woke up.
Ner'zhul no longer knew how long it had been since he was captured by Kil'jaeden. Every second in the hands of the great demon, his soul suffered the most horrific torture.
When El'jaeden handed over his soul to the nathrezim, who were good at torturing and seducing, Ner'zhul felt that his soul had fallen into a hopeless abyss.
His body was melted by the demonic fire, and he could not forget the pain of his flesh and blood disintegrating to this day.
Ironically, what supported him in persevering in this unparalleled pain was actually the exchange he had with Tyrion a long time ago.
"You saw everything... Tyrion."
"You have seen my pain, my fate, my despair..."
"You are cunning and took advantage of them. Under your temptation, I saw the real hell. I saw the real hell. I walked in that hell."
"Finally, finally..."
The dark, lingering murmur of souls in the desolate floating ice continent, in the deep night, spreads across every corner of this dark land in a way that is unimaginable to mortals. The voice is obscure and endless, just like
It is as gentle as a breeze, but the resentment contained in it is not concealed.
"He thought I gave in...hehehe."
The voice sounded again:
"He thought that I was willing to be his most loyal servant. Gul'dan's betrayal made him no longer trust any life, so he chose the undead. He thought that the undead that I gathered would be loyal to him and his legion.
No...no! Wishful thinking!"
The soul frozen in the ice began to try to expand his thinking. The demons not only tortured Ner'zhul, but also slightly transformed his soul, allowing him to use this new ability to better serve others.
Legion service.
As the old orc's consciousness seeped out of the ice bit by bit, he discovered that his consciousness, which was originally restricted by his soul, now became extremely free. Under his control, the invisible consciousness was like a surging tentacle.
Generally, it advances crazily in all directions towards the cold ice floes, gathering everything on the ground into the imprisoned soul.
This is a new power, and it is a terrifying power.
"He promised me freedom, he promised me that I would become the king of this world, and that I would have the most perfect body to rule my new country... After suffering so many deceptions and nightmares, he thought that I
Will you still believe him... Haha, the so-called fraudsters are nothing more than that."
"That kind of pain, that kind of despair, one day, I will return it to him without reservation! Kil'jaeden...the fraudster, he will encounter another betrayal, of course...of course this will take time,
And those cunning and disgusting jailers."
"After surviving the most painful nightmare, I got a new life!"
Ner'zhul's infinitely spreading consciousness quickly captured several nathrezim emerging from the twisted void, and they were quickly heading in the direction of Ner'zhul.
"Oh, time is running out. Look, the jailers are here. They will watch over me and order me to serve the legion. It doesn't matter... It doesn't matter. It's just dormant. From you, I will learn how to dormant better, and then
At the necessary moment, I can stab the knife into their hearts from behind, I learned how to do it!"
"Tyrion, I have stepped onto your card table, I have joined your game... I will have my undead army, and I will call it... the Scourge of the Undead!"
"Come on, come on, raise a toast to our common enemy. The feast of death is about to begin. The era of the undead is coming. I have seen it. I have seen that the world will tremble endlessly in the shadow of death.
The fate that people cannot support will be smashed by the dead with their swords!"
"And I, I will enjoy the irony of the endless cycle of life and death... haha"
As the Nathrezim approached, Ner'zhul's extremely active consciousness gradually and quietly fell silent. At the moment when the Dread Lords were carrying the cold ice, Ner'zhul's last words
The voice sounded in his cold soul.
"Come on! Let me see!"
"Let me see the future you promised me, free, full of hope and fire!"
(Will Arthas still become the Lich King? Frankly speaking, I don’t know yet...)
