This is a world with only three colors: black, white and gray.
When Blackmore woke up, his first reaction was that this was the world after death.
In front of us is an endless desert, with black and white sand forming dunes, and black clouds floating in the gray sky.
Legend has it that the Warden of the Shadowlands will judge the souls of the dead.
Blackmore has a clear conscience and has nothing to fear.
Above the sky, the Eternal Dragon King Munozido looked at him quietly.
"Do you have any questions, Blackmoore?"
Blackmore asked: "Am I dead?"
Mnozdo shook his head: "No, you are still alive. This is a world in a gap in time. I brought you here."
"Time?" Blackmore sat on the ground and grabbed a handful of black and white sand: "My goal has been achieved. I have no nostalgia for the world. I can do whatever you want with it."
"You are wrong." Mnozdo's voice was like flowing sand: "The world owes you. According to the normal timeline, you should become the king of Lordaeron."
Blackmore showed a surprised expression: "You should know that my father was convicted of treason."
"Your father, Admiral Edlyn Blackmoore of Lordaeron." Munozido said seriously: "According to the normal timeline, he should have become the mainstay of the resistance against the orcs and driven out the invading orcs, but Uther was
You replaced me, time has shifted and it has seriously deviated from the normal timeline."
Blackmore scratched his head: "I don't understand the laws of time."
Munozido explained: "From the moon god Elune to becoming the satellite of Azeroth, the timeline of Azeroth has been forcibly changed. Time has the ability to repair itself, and we have to compromise again and again. For example, there were no orcs originally.
invasion, but Medivh opened the Dark Portal. After the time compromise, the orcs should be driven back soon, but the Holy Light interfered with King Terenas's judgment."
Blackmoore shrugged and said, "In other words, if King Terenas follows my father's advice, I will become the King of Lordaeron?"
Munozdo nodded: "Your father should have driven out the orcs and made outstanding achievements. Terenas abdicated the throne. In the fifteenth year of the Dark Portal, you became the king of Lordaeron."
"Sounds good." Blackmore smiled and said, "But I can't be a good king. I'm afraid I'll be soaked in a wine vat every day."
"A drunken king is stronger than Terenas." Munoz said: "Fortunately, the world will not compromise. Someone who can change the world has appeared. He is the prince of Lordaeron, Arthas.
Menethil. The son of the confused King Terenas will change everything and end the orcs' plan to destroy Lordaeron."
Blackmore asked in confusion: "What's the point of you telling me this?"
"I can make a deal with you." Munozido said seriously: "I need you to save Arthas. As a reward, I will send you to the parallel world to compete for the throne of Lordaeron."
"I have no interest in the throne." Blackmoore said lazily: "But I hate orcs, and I have a question, why do you need me."
"You are supposed to be the king of Lordaeron. Only you can save Arthas. This is the law of time." Mnozdo replied.
"I agree to this deal." Blackmore didn't ask any further questions. The time pattern sounded very complicated.
"You need to fight a great mage, who is stronger than Antonidas." Munozido said reassuringly: "I will give you power, but at the same time I will take something away from you."
Blackmore thought for a while: "I have nothing to cherish, you can take whatever you want."
Mnozdo stretched out his dragon claws and grabbed Blackmore, and something left him forever.
Blackmore felt an extra strength in his body. He looked at his hands, and his body gradually disappeared into a shadow.
"The power of shadow?"
Mnozdo explained: "If you give up, you will gain. You are an assassin who uses a two-handed sword."
Two items appeared in front of Blackmore, a black battle armor and a black two-handed giant sword.
The black armor looked familiar. Blackmoore thought hard, this should be Orgrim's armor.
The two-handed giant sword is called the Flesh Tearer. Blackmoore holds the sword with both hands, giving him a feeling of arms and fingers, as if he has been with this sword for more than ten years.
Suddenly, Blackmore understood something: "What you took away was my obsession with wine, which prevented me from drinking."
Mnozdo smiled: "Alcoholism harms your health and prevents you from pursuing the limit of your strength."
In Quel'danil's cabin, Jaina launched an attack on Arthas regardless of the backlash of time.
Her body was covered in a layer of blue ice, and she looked like a frozen queen. The ice covering her hands formed sharp claws.
Jaina decided to use hand-to-hand combat to tear Arthas apart.
Arthas raised his sword to face the enemy. As Jaina approached, the sword was covered with a thick layer of frost and broke into several sections.
"It's amazing."
Alsace instinctively raised his arms to protect his head and face, knowing that this move was in vain.
The sharp claws formed by the ice were about to touch Alsace. Jaina suddenly felt the great danger and turned around quickly, forming a thick ice shield in front of her.
A huge black sword struck the ice shield, causing ice flowers to fly and the ice shield to shatter.
Jaina narrowed her eyes slightly and hurriedly flashed out sideways to avoid the incoming giant sword.
The sneak attack failed, and Blackmoore's body swayed and disappeared.
A stalker.
Jaina looked indifferent. She had experience in dealing with stalkers. She waved her hand gently, and white frost covered the ground. As long as the stalkers came into contact with the ground, they would leave footprints.
After a long time, no footprints appeared on the ground. Jaina took a breath and knew she had met a powerful enemy.
"Is this the backlash of time? It seems like nothing more than that."
Jaina's body was covered with a layer of holy light, forming a golden armor.
"She actually knows the Holy Light."
Blackmoore relied on the power of shadow to float in the air and cautiously approached Jaina.
Jaina's body swayed and transformed into three identical Jainas, rushing towards Arthas from three directions.
Both clones have part of Jaina's strength, enough to kill Arthas.
Three black rays of light flashed, and two of Jaina's clones were chopped into pieces. Only the main body protected itself with an ice shield.
"A terrible enemy."
When Blackmoore appeared, Jaina, who was well prepared, locked his position with the Holy Light.
A bright light flashed, and Blackmore found a golden ball of holy light on his head.
"You can't escape." Jaina smiled happily.
In an instant, countless ice arrows flew toward Blackmore.
Blackmore's body swayed, and he used Shadow Step to appear behind Jaina. The Flesh Ripper drew a streak of black light.
Jaina hurriedly flashed forward, followed by Blackmoore like a shadow, and followed her again.
"Damn it!"
Jaina became angry and turned around to grab the Flesh Tearer.
Blackmoore was taken aback. The Flesh Ripper slashed at the golden dragon claws, but failed to injure him at all.
Jaina's right arm was covered with golden scales, transforming into the arm of a sacred dragon.