Long before life appeared, even before the universe was formed, there was light... and void.
Light is not limited by time and space, and is like a vast, colorful ocean spreading in all directions.
Under the bottomless sea, a huge torrent of life energy surges. The surge of these energies composes a symphony of happiness and hope.
The ocean of light is erratic and ever-changing. However, as it expands day by day, part of its energy fades and weakens, leaving empty voids of cold nothingness.
In these places where light cannot shine, a new power gradually forms.
This power is void energy, which is a dark force that attempts to swallow up all energy and distort everything like a vampire.
The power of the void quickly grew, its influence gradually increased, and it began to oppose the waves of light.
The tension between the two opposing but indivisible forces grew, eventually triggering a series of catastrophic explosions that shattered the fabric of everything and created a whole new realm.
At that moment, the material universe was born.
The energy released from the conflict between light and void passed through the nascent universe, and natural materials merged and rotated to form countless primitive worlds.
In the long river of time, the endless dark end of this expanding universe has been in a maelstrom of flames and magic.
The most unstable energy gathers into an interstellar plane, which is the Twisting Void.
In this realm, chaos is the main theme of the realm. After all, this is the boundary where void and light collide.
There was no owner here in the past.
After the fall of the Titan's strongest warrior, he used his supreme power to unify this chaotic realm, and from then on it had a master.
The fall of Sargeras and the birth of the Burning Legion were milestone events in this endless darkness.
What mortals don't know is that because of His actions to unify the Burning Legion, he temporarily stopped the collision between light and void because the place where they collided had an owner.
The strongest chaos is born from the strongest order.
The strongest void is born from the strongest matter.
The twisted void is a realm without the concepts of time and space.
Countless demon souls are bound to this world, but their bodies follow the giants and fight endlessly throughout the endless darkness.
Only when they die, their souls in the Twisting Void will be temporarily activated.
Soon he will be requisitioned by the legion, use a new body, and continue to participate in Sargeras's magnificent burning journey.
The purpose is to destroy all material universes, leaving nothing to swallow in the void, causing them to die of hunger, and ultimately ensuring the survival of the light world.
To put it simply... humans all over the world have cancer in their eyes. If not saved, the cancer cells will spread throughout the body, and then everyone around the world will gg together.
Sargeras, one of the attending doctors, thought that in order to prevent the patient from dying, he might as well gouge out his eyes.
Other Titan doctors think this is too cruel, and there must be other ways. For example, waiting for the most powerful Dr. Ai to come out. Maybe she can find a way.
Dr. Sa said, "You won't listen to the bastard chanting sutras," so he chopped off the other doctors with a knife, and then brought a group of gangsters and professional black doctors with him to gouge out eyes all over the world.
This was the reason for the fall of Sargeras and the birth of the Burning Legion.
In a sense, the demons of the Burning Legion are actually very pitiful.
Their immortality is based on the fact that their souls are permanently bound to the Twisting Nether, with no freedom for eternity, and then they will be enslaved by Sargeras to work all over the world.
When a body dies, a new body will be born. The soul will continue to be bound in the twisting void, and the body will continue to fight for the great cause of Sargeras forever and ever.
Ordinary demons may not know what this means, because there is only chaos and destruction in their souls.
Higher levels, even the highest levels of demon lords.
They have had time to consider the significance of the Legion's expedition, and some of them may be worried and try to escape from the Twisting Nether.
These demons are traitors to the Burning Legion.
The demons who understood this situation and Sargeras' aspirations, such as his left and right arms, were infected by his power and great will...
In the endless darkness.
A beautiful planet slightly smaller than Azeroth, it floats quietly in the dark universe, releasing information about its existence to the universe.
Two huge blurry shadows were standing high in the void, looking down at the planet.
"His Majesty is indeed here. He succeeded, and the mages controlled by him are active in this sad little planet."
"Kil'jaeden. What do you want to do?"
"I want to help that mage. She has a chaotic soul, full of anger and hatred."
"...Well. This planet is a bit unusual. It seems to be the native planet of the race that His Majesty once mentioned."
"That's right. Destiny is so magical. The ant that makes His Majesty curious, he comes from this small planet like an ant nest."
"Tell me what you want to do."
"Bring Mannoroth here. The Great Legion needs his sacrifice."
"A little Mannoroth? Shouldn't it be me, or you?"
"I have a plan."
"Okay. I believe you, old friend."
"Old friend, there is one more thing I should let you know."
"Well?"
"Our common old friends, the betrayers and the cowards, they are also on this planet."
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Delano.
Beautiful original world.
Velen is very satisfied with this world. If his people can live here forever, they will no longer be disturbed.
He was even willing to give his own life.
Standing on the high platform of Shattrath, the prophet looked down on his city and people.
It has been hundreds of years since the "exiles" arrived here. Their city has become increasingly prosperous, and this migration is the longest settlement in tens of thousands of years.
The prophet watched some children playing happily and grabbing a small ball. He was so happy that he thought about making more for them tomorrow.
Make sure each child has a ball so they don't have to fight for it.
suddenly.
A faint sound reached his ears from the sky, and at the same time, a cold feeling made the hairs on his body stand up. Well, neither Eredar nor Delaney actually have hair. Their skin is smooth, delicate and hairless.
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The so-called hair on the head is just to make it easier for the audience outside the fourth wall to understand how he feels now.
The prophet looked to the sky in shock.
His knuckles turned white when he pinched them, and the beautiful crystal staff crackled as he squeezed it. Velen lost his previous composure.
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A steppe region far away from the prophet.
Aegwynn has been in this area for almost half a year. The longer she stays here, the more satisfied she becomes with the primitive and barbaric race.
They must be their own best knives.
After inspecting the secret keepers that she was satisfied with, the next thing she considered was how to control them and make them her own knives.
While she was thinking about how to combine and apply various subtle mind-controlling arcane spells.
On the green prairie, a green door was opened.
A huge monster took the lead and rushed out from the gate. It roared and charged at the brown barbarians, followed by green destruction and flames.
demon!
Aegwynn's first reaction was to leave. She was not worried about these monsters.
What she was worried about was why these monsters appeared here when she appeared?
Will they pass through her trail and head to Azeroth?
It is true that the Guardian lady longs for revenge and for her anger to be released.
No matter when, no matter where, Aegwynn's pride will never allow herself to betray her duty. The duty of the Guardian is to defend Azeroth and resist the demons entrenched in the Twisting Nether.
Aegwynn is confident of destroying all these demons, but she doesn't want to let Azeroth have any flaws due to her battle with them.
So her first reaction was to leave and leave the world that she had been studying for several months.
Then, she discovered something that surprised her.
That is the brutal and warlike primitive race in this world, and they can barely resist these legion soldiers!
The conceited guardian lady decided to stay hesitantly, and an idea came to her mind.
Perhaps the accidental appearance of the Burning Legion can allow him to control this race well and let them fight for him!
Hesitating, Aegwynn decided to continue observing. At the same time, she assured her sense of responsibility that she would not lead these chaos into her world.
That was her lifelong obsession.
She thinks.
She, Aegwynn, exists for this reason.
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In the original Stranglethorn Valley region, heading to the western fertile wilderness requires passing through the Light Forest, which will have another name in the future: Dusk Forest.
Bright Forest is located in the southern continent of Azeroth, south of Elwynn Forest, east of Westfall, west of Deadwind Pass, and north of Stranglethorn Vale.
Legend has it that in the center of this forest, a powerful green dragon is stationed here, guarding the door from reality to dreams.
No one knows whether this rumor is true or not. Adventurers who just want to explore in the middle of the forest often fail to enter, and are blocked by mysterious fog and monsters, and escape in despair.
However, except for the central mountain range, the entire forest surrounding it is very safe.
It can be said that there are birds singing and flowers fragrant, the products are rich, and the climate is pleasant.
If it weren't too close to the Stranglethorn Valley area where trolls live, the Kingdom of Stormwind would have reached out here long ago.
Even so, there are still human farmers who continue to go south to open up wasteland, and there are constant conflicts with some troll gathering places that have lived here for a long time.
There was even bloodshed, so that some things that the rulers of both sides did not want to see happened.
Crown Prince Ryan was riding a well-trained horse, and turned his head to look behind him with a depressed expression.
Behind him, Sir Lothar's expression was not good either. Only Medivh, who was wearing a white robe, looked more relaxed.
Behind the Iron Triangle of the Palace, a dozen or so people looked downcast, not as high-spirited as when they went south a month ago.
Seeing this scene, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince felt doubly sad. He couldn't help but blame himself: "Everyone, please cheer up. You have not failed. I am the one who failed. My plan is simply stupid."
"No, it's us." Lothar said loudly. "I was also the proposer of the plan and the first one to support it."
"I also have a share." Medivh rode on the horse and waved his hand and said. "I should have stopped you, but I didn't. So I am also at fault..."
The three leaders took responsibility for each other, which finally made the atmosphere in the team much better.
Crown Prince Ryan breathed a sigh of relief.
He is filled with regret now.
If he could, he vowed never to implement this stupid plan!
