In the gloomy scene, in the pale halo entwined like smoke, the archbishop in meditation is like a lost person. He walks blankly in the world between the darkness and the pale, and moves forward blankly,
Go towards the halo calling his name.
He seemed to be walking straight, and yet he seemed to be climbing. With the occasional flash of thought, he seemed to be walking on the inverted ground.
This space is endless, but there are no trees, no hills, no rivers. Apart from Chaldea, there is not even a second life. The lights are intertwined. The scene is magnificent and fantastic. When Chaldea occasionally looks back,
During this time, he could even see his own shadow, the twisted shadow that walked under the water-like space and was completely opposite to his.
It's laughing...
This scene is enough to scare anyone to death, but in Chaldea's eyes, it is already very ordinary. In the fourth year of holding the Blade of the Dark Empire, he has already become accustomed to his dreams, which are so weird and unusual.
Every scene.
As the opposite of light, shadow also inherits the essence of power that is completely different from the light of order. It is difficult to find the true object of order in the shadow, and even the manifestation of this power has become evil and cold.
While it affects the physical object, it also affects the opponent's mind.
The power of shadow is no weaker than the power of light, especially after you embrace it.
"Chaldea...you are already standing on its land, and its eyes will soon see you. Are you...ready?"
A hoarse voice sounded in the mind of the Chaldean bishop. It looked like a lazy woman, but her voice was erratic, like thousands of voices fused together. When you listen carefully, you will find that
It seemed to be a man's voice, a child's voice, an old man's voice, or even... like the roar of a wild beast.
"I prepared an army of shadows, but it's not enough."
Chaldea stood there, letting the light and shadow around him shine, and he said softly:
"Tyrion's suppression of N'Zoth allowed us to gain those tide sages. They are more skilled in the use of shadow power than priests, but they are still mortals. Mortals cannot approach the place where the ancient gods sleep. As long as they hear
The sound of C'Thun's voice drives them completely crazy... It's not enough, it's not enough."
"That is an enemy that mortals cannot fight against... My lord, your strength is recovering too slowly. We can only place our hope in the secret planning of the King of the Undead. Simply, we still have some allies... and
Contact with the Wither has begun, but can the group of druids who once served the Lord of the Dead be trusted?"
"hehe"
Faced with Chaldea's question, Miss Xalatas's answer was simple:
"No one is trustworthy, Chaldea. The power you hold has determined that it is difficult for you to win allies in this orderly world, but the teachings of the Witherers are very interesting. The teachings of the balance of life and death determine their
You can become companions with the undead, or you can live in peace with the living. The king of the undead is playing a big game, and the wither and the wither are very important roles in it."
"If possible, we must find a way to maintain this fragile peace with them until more and more people embrace the shadows, and then we can move in the sun."
Chaldea nodded. As the archbishop currently ruling the Kingdom of Stormwind, he could understand what Xalatath meant, but the agreement with Tyrion made him hesitate.
"Tyrion is using us, my lord... He is using you, using your hatred of other ancient gods, to help him achieve some purpose."
"But we are also using him, my loyal Chaldea."
The fifth ancient god’s whisper sounded in the Archbishop’s ears:
"Only one person can enjoy the glory of devouring the world. The existence of the five ancient gods is a mistake in itself. But through fighting and devouring, the power of the five ancient gods will eventually merge into one. Our advantage is that I am free
, and the other three guys... are all prisoners. The once most powerful Y'Shaarj only has the heart of darkness that is still beating at the end."
"Even Y'Shaarj, who once bullied half of the world, couldn't do it. With Tyrion's help, I will finally accomplish it... When the day comes when I am complete, we won't need to scheming with him.
But before that, before the mission of devouring the world is achieved, we need him!"
"Haha, this is the best thing, because he also needs us..."
This voice made Chaldea close his eyes. After a moment, he whispered:
"Seek the skin of a tiger?"
"You need to learn from him, my loyal Chaldea, you need to learn Tyrion's methods, his mind, his plans, his hypocrisy. Ignorant mortals only know that the undead forced them to come to the New World, but they see
There are no signs of changes in the world. Tyrion is using his own hands to shape the world and shape it into a stronger and more dynamic future. He wants to fully develop the potential of this world..."
Xal'atath's voice sounded again, and this time even the fifth ancient god's sister had a hint of helplessness in her tone:
"He has already established his momentum. We are not sure of confronting us head-on. According to my guess, his next target should be those conservative night elves. Those immortal species occupy too many resources in this world, and their civilization
The output is too small, and the King of the Undead will not tolerate the existence of this civilization for too long... Also, the rift between the Shadow Realm and this world is becoming violent. I can't see who is affecting it, but
..."
"Tyrion, right?"
Chaldea shook her head:
"I can't think of anything in this world that he has not intervened in. He is seeking the power of death, but I don't think this will go smoothly. When Dalaran was destroyed, my lord, we saw it with our own eyes
The two gods of death oppressed him... He has his own enemies, and this is probably the only thing we can be thankful for."
"Rejoicing is an emotion you shouldn't have!"
The voice of the fifth ancient god became stern:
"Wars will always begin, wars will always end, and there will always be a winner. Looking at the trajectory of the King of the Dead, I don't think he will provoke an opponent he cannot fight without being sure... Maybe
, the reaction of the gods of death is also in his plan. We have enough reasons to believe that in this battle of the gods of death, Tyrion has a great interest rate and will become the final winner. Do you know what this means?
?”
In the changing mood of Xal'atath, the light and shadow in this dream-like space also flickered rapidly. Facing Xal'atath's question, Chaldea remained silent for more than ten seconds, and then said seriously:
"He will master the power of death, one of the most basic and powerful six powers in the stars. He will become the enemy of the void. He will have enough ability to completely eliminate the corrosion that has penetrated into the heart of this planet...
That will be the end of us."
"We have to speed up... C'Thun is only the first one. The concentration of magic in this world is increasing. My loyal Chaldea, Y'Shaarj's heart of darkness will soon appear in the world. I
I don’t think Tyrion doesn’t know the legend of the Mist Continent, he must be waiting for it too, we have to get it before the King of the Dead arrives.”
Xal'atath's voice trembled between the light and shadow:
"The Heart of Darkness will give me the true complement, and it will also give you power beyond the ordinary. That is the true essence of Shadow..."
"And those dwarves!"
Chaldea's voice also became excited:
"Muradin and Brian are taking the dwarves in Northrend to search for the land where their ancestors lived. They can never imagine what kind of darkness is hidden in the land of their ancestors... Maybe we should help them!"
"Well, not bad, not bad."
Xal'atath's voice slowly deepened:
"Your eyes are finally set on the world level. This makes me very happy. You learn quickly. My loyal Chaldea, you are the most correct choice I have made in these hundreds of years. Of course
, don’t forget the sleepers at the bottom of the sea. Although this is very difficult, you need to contact those Janna... The arrogant queen ten thousand years ago would not simply obey the sleepers, she had her
plan, that's good...I need her to have her own plan."
"Time, that is the best poison..."
After saying this, the dark space in front of Chaldea suddenly collapsed at this moment, as if he was thrown back from one world to another. The moment the archbishop's eyes opened, the pure and gentle holy light came from him.
It burst out from his body, covering him like a shadow in the light.
On the barbaric land in front of him, thousands of Holy Light believers in the Kingdom of Stormwind were sincerely reciting the Psalms of the Holy Light. This was a grand sermon. The pioneers were filled with confusion and fear about the future.
In their hearts, they need the power from faith.
The Archbishop of Chaldea, who held a high status in the minds of these pioneers, opened his arms, and his simple black robes fluttered in the wind. With the shining of the holy light, the Archbishop's soft and magnetic voice echoed in the wind of the Thousand Needles Stone Forest.
echoed in:
"People of the Light, the light brings us truth."
"All things will not stop being born, and all things will not be destroyed... Every energy and every will of every soul will not be wasted. In the shining of light, they will become part of this world, and they will
Return to the place of birth.”
"The souls of the people whose hearts are illuminated by faith will burn in the curtain of stars and be with the stars. The trajectory of everyone's existence in the world will not be eliminated by inner hesitation and cowardice."
"Just like we will eventually die, we should not be afraid of death. The death of an individual will give the group new life."
"Under the illumination of the inner holy light, everything is a cycle."
"All secrets, all truths, our very existence, are part of the great cycle, and we are one with it... We are one with truth."
"Praise the Holy Light."
The truths told by the archbishop are too obscure, and perhaps the believers cannot understand what he really wants to say, but in this light-shining ceremony, everyone can feel the warmth echoing in their hearts, on the steps in front of them,
The light on the archbishop's body became brighter and brighter, like a light guiding the people forward.
But no one noticed that behind the brighter light, there was a... shadow that enveloped everything.
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"The Kingdom of Stormgard guards Dustwallow Marsh in the north, the settlers of Gilneas are in the east of Thousand Needles, and the settlers of Lordaeron are in the west of Thousand Needles. There is only one place our people can go... to the south.
.”
Countess Prestor, the beautiful woman who rules the Kingdom of Stormwind, is getting thinner and thinner. She is becoming more and more like a real countess, and the memories of being a black dragon are as long in her mind as they were in her previous life.
.
What's even more terrifying is that the countess has not really transformed into the form of a dragon for several years. She seems to have truly become a human being. The black dragon clan has been declining day by day, so in her heart, she does not resist this change.
.
At this time, in the town of Thousand Needles, the countess, who always looked cold, was discussing the future development direction of immigration with Duke Aberlock.
The territory given to the human empire by the night elves is huge, but very barbaric. There is not much land suitable for human habitation, but it is certainly enough to house millions of civilians.
Faced with what the countess said, the mature and prudent Duke looked at the map. After a moment, he nodded:
"As you said, Ms. Presto, the only thing suitable for the Kingdom of Stormwind is the barren Shining Plains, and I heard that there are extremely rich mineral resources hidden there?"
"Yes, almost all the ores on the road can be found in this plain, and more importantly, compared to the centaurs in Thousand Needles, the only ones that exist in the Shining Plain are a group of beasts and the goblins who mine.
.”
A hint of coldness flashed across the countess's face:
"The era of those goblins stealing the kingdom's mineral veins is over. From now on, every piece of ore on that land will belong to us!"
"Perhaps, we can also send an expedition team to search further south."
A gentle voice joined the discussion, and the countess and the duke didn't need to look back to know who was coming.
After finishing his sermon, the archbishop came back after a long journey and said with a smile to his two companions:
"I heard those druids describe the scene in the south. It is said that at the end of the Tanaris Desert, there is a fertile land given by God. Yes, I know this is a bit idealistic, but I still feel that at this moment,
We need to paint a better future for our people."
As he spoke, the archbishop drew a religious symbol on his chest, perfectly interpreting his identity. Faced with the archbishop's proposal, the countess and the duke looked at each other, and finally, they nodded.
"Okay, then let's separate an expedition team and search south. I hope the stories of those druids are not just mythical legends."
The archbishop nodded with satisfaction and said softly:
"I firmly believe that in the southern land, there is..."miracle"."
