Who is Noor?

This is a question that Tyrion has been thinking about since he met the little ghost Yuna, and it is somewhat nonsensical, because the little ghost was just a little girl when she died, and you can't expect a child to tell everything clearly.

And now, the "Noor", whose name was unknown, has finally appeared in front of Tyrion's eyes, revealing its mystery.

It's a white doll...

A stuffed animal that has been left in the ruins for about 25,000 years because it has been left for a long time, and it looks a little dirty.

It looks like a cub, but perhaps because the wild bears in Argus aren't the same as the bears in Azeroth, the doll doesn't look like one of the bears Tyrion knows... It has six claws.

At this time, Tyrion struggled to use his bone sword to crutch his body, and under Yuna's guidance, he walked back to the intersection of the world and the world of death step by step, those Dementors followed behind them, and for some reason, they did not attack, but Tyrion was sure that it was not because they were afraid of the holy water in their hands.

It only makes them feel disgusted, but not enough to make them feel fear, and it doesn't hurt them.

Yuna, on the other hand, sat on Tyrion's shoulders without any burden, playing with her bear.

From time to time, Tyrion glanced at the white doll in Yuna's hand, and he took a look at the bear doll... Well, Noor, he doesn't feel any magic escape from Noor, this thing looks like a normal children's toy... But that's where the abnormality lies.

What kind of plush toys can survive 25,000 years of decay?

Noor... Abnormal.

The doll was as abnormal as its little owner, and with the vague connection between little Yuna and the Dead Realm, Tyrion could probably guess that Noor was definitely a very important thing to Yuna, even though the little girl probably didn't know how to use it herself.

"Don't worry, Tyrion."

Standing outside the halo leading to this world, Yuna took Tyrion's hand, and confidently said to her friend:

"I can see it now, and Noor is here to help us, and with Noor, we won't lose our way home, so now if we find the wand and the crown, we can defeat the darkness!"

Tyrion, on the other hand, was not as confident as Yuna, this experience had left him exhausted, and after experiencing it himself, the strangeness and impermanence of the Dead Realm had already left a deep impression on him, and next time, at least until he was fully prepared, he would never enter it so rashly.

"So, what the hell is a crown?"

"I don't know, a crown is a crown... The crown must be brought to defeat the darkness, friend, and that's the rule. ”

"Ah, well, I knew it was going to be the answer... Anyway, let's go back first, I need to get some rest..."

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The Untold Expedition of the Great Lord of the Darkblade has failed, but on another continent, the war he has been following has entered a new phase.

In the Thousand Needles Stone Forest in the middle of Kalimdor, the war between the human empire and the barbarian centaurs who migrated here has been going on for a week, and the human empire has easily won a phased victory, and they have broken up the united centaur army into three pieces.

(The previous description of the Thousand Needles Stone Forest is nearly 10,000 kilometers, that is a clerical error, Azeroth obviously cannot have such a terrible canyon, according to my imagination, the Grand Canyon of the Thousand Needles Stone Forest should be longer than the real Colorado Grand Canyon, after all, it spans half of the central part of Kalimdor, nearly 1,000 kilometers, almost.) ）

Now the main battlefield is moving to the northwest of the Thousand Needles Stone Forest, but behind the main battlefield, there are still two branch battlefields that are crossfire, those scattered centaur tribes are not willing to surrender, they are still trying to make trouble for the advancing human army, and the most important thing is that with the human army forcing the centaurs into a desperate situation step by step, the terrifying totem minotaurs of Black Cloud Peak, who have been on the sidelines in this war, seem to be ready to move.

"The non-pacifist madmen of the Minotaur are plotting to seize the land that originally belonged to the Centaur tribe, and it is clear that they take this clumsy behavior for granted."

King Liam, who was supervising the war in the central battlefield, was very troubled and handed the letter of the spy to the Chaldean Archbishop next to him, and complained to the latter:

"Compared to the centaurs, the Minotaur of the Terror Totem is more civilized, but it is also very limited, I heard from the local goblin merchants that in the past few years, while the Terror Totem and the centaurs were at war, they were also trying to completely control the entire Thousand Needles Stone Forest, and they forced all the Minotaurs to join them, and they had to surrender... It is said to be the head of a goblin or centaur. ”

"Anyway, these guys are a bunch of blood-chasing maniacs, and I've heard that the Minotaurs believe in a kind of crazy racism within themselves, they think that all of Kalimdor is the territory of the Minotaurs, and they don't welcome anyone, not even the orcs who are friendly with their race..."

The archbishop nodded slightly as he looked at the secret letter:

"Yes, you're right, how can the front-line warriors fight bloodily to give up the land sprinkled with the blood of the warriors to those opportunists, but I think that the threat of more than 3,000 mad minotaurs in Black Cloud Peak is not enough to make the empire change its war strategy, which is a bit more than worth the loss... I mean, if you trust me, I'll figure it out. ”

"Huh?"

King Liam paused for a moment, he sat up straight, looked at the archbishop, and said suspiciously:

"It's not that I don't trust you, Archbishop, but that's 3,000 minotaurs, they are almost the strongest land race in the entire Azeroth, that's a very powerful force, if we don't transfer back a part of the regular army, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to achieve results in a short time, Black Cloud Peak is easy to defend and difficult to attack, there are not enough artillery, I'm afraid..."

"I understand, I understand."

The archbishop gestured to King Liam not to be in a hurry, and he said slowly, in a gentle voice, like a qualified clergyman:

"For the generals of the battlefield, they always trust the power that can be seen, but at this moment, when the human empire is rebuilt and faces the threat of war, the followers of the Holy Light will also stand up enthusiastically... And what I am saying is that the Light does not only have the power to heal, but also uses it to protect our people and our nation when necessary. ”

"Trust me, Your Majesty, I will show you and the entire empire another power of the Way of Light, 1 day! Just give me 1 day and those minotaurs will no longer be a threat, of course, this power is dangerous, but I think that at this critical juncture, we need to unite all the forces that can help us. ”

The Chaldean Archbishop's eyes narrowed, his trademark gesture, his left hand caressing the purple ceremonial dagger at his waist, his right hand plucking a string of rosaries that shone with a gentle light, and in his calm eyes, a sharp light flickered.

"I assure you, it will be... Miracles under the Light! ”

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In the canyon of the entire Thousand Needles Stone Forest, there are huge stone pillars towering on the earth everywhere, and the stone pillar of Heiyun Peak is particularly huge, it is called "mountain" by local creatures, which shows the area of this stone pillar, and the Minotaur people are not barbarian centaurs after all, they have their own civilization, they will build, so on the top of Heiyun Peak, there are many ropeways leading to other stone pillars.

These ropeways, made of iron chains and wooden planks, connect Black Cloud Peak and the surrounding stone pillars, forming a "base camp" ruling area belonging to the terror totem.

"Moo, stupid human!"

The leader of the Totem of Terror in the Thousand Needles Stone Forest, the heavily armed Anak. The Terror Totem carried a heavy stone axe on his back, and the tall black minotaur sniffled and snorted as he looked at the human prisoners of war in front of him who were bound by ropes.

His black eyes shone with a tyrannical light, and as soon as the minotaur leader waved his hand, the minotaur hunters who were driving the prisoners of war laughed and whipped their whips at the human soldiers who were overwhelmed.

The power of the minotaur is very strong, this whip down, the weak human soldier all down, he clutched his chest in pain, let out a miserable scream, and this scene, to the surrounding bystanders of the horror totem warriors feel happy, they shouted something, a blind minotaur bent down, grabbed the screaming soldier to the campfire, and kept scaring him.

It seems like to roast him into a barbecue...

Of course, this is just intimidation, even the crazy terror totem minotaur is not a cannibal, they are not savage to this extent.

"With only 300 people, you want to attack Black Cloud Peak?"

Anak sat in his large stone chair, his barbed armor clenched and smashed against the armrest, the solid stone cracked under Anak's brute force, and the sturdy minotaur warrior roared to the cheers of the clan members and issued a new order:

"Prepare for war, warriors of the terror totem, this land belongs to our minotaurs! The whole of Kalimdor belongs to the Minotaurs! Humanity has no right to occupy our land! They don't have that qualification either... I have received an order from the chief of the Maghasa that we will drive out these invaders and drive them out of our land along with the centaurs! ”

"Sharpen your guns and knives! Put on your battle makeup! Tomorrow, we're going to take out those stupid and weak humans! Roar! ”

Anak's shout ended with a wild roar, which greatly encouraged the fighting spirit and confidence of the members of the Fear Totem, under the command of those old warriors, the entire Black Cloud Peak was busy, Anak stood in his position and looked out, the scene of the soldiers of the entire Black Cloud Peak busy preparing for battle was indeed spectacular.

In particular, the bull-headed people generally reach a height of 3 meters and the strong muscles of the devil muscles, these big guys wear hideous bone armor and pick up huge weapons, which is still quite impactful, after all, the one-handed sword used by the bull-headed people, for human use, is already a proper two-handed sword.

If it weren't for the fact that the Minotaur race had a hard time reproducing, just relying on their strong physical fitness, they would have leveled the whole world a long time ago, you know, even with brute force alone, the Minotaurs could be on a par with the terrifying ogres, not to mention their better brains than ogres, the intelligence level of this race is not low in Azeroth.

And the well-intentioned Anak. The Terror Totem, the nephew of the Great Shaman Magasa, the patriarch of the Terror Totem Clan, this war maniac with a violent mind, he didn't notice that the grizzled human prisoners who had been captured in today's skirmish, although they tried their best to disguise themselves as fearful, there was a strange calm in the depths of their eyes.

It's like... It is like being indifferent to the danger of dying at any moment, like a group of martyrs who are indifferent to life and death, or fanatics who are willing to give everything for a great goal.

In short, who knows?

As night fell, the minotaurs in full gear sat around the campfire, drinking inferior wine, eating barbecued meat, and occasionally breaking out into a loud noise, and some of the drunken men would scuffle together in the sound of others cheering, looking very savage.

As for the meat, it was some of the native beasts, well, while the Minotaurs seemed harmless to humans and animals, the race was omnivorous.

A drunken minotaur warrior trembled to the edge of the cliff, unbuttoned his pants, and was about to release the water, when a sound sounded from behind him, and the minotaur was still vigilant, grabbed the spear in his hand, and turned his head sharply to stab out.

However, the moment he turned around, he saw a pair of dark eyes lit up in the cages containing prisoners, in the midst of the abnormal darkness surge, and that look seemed to have some kind of magic power, which made the Minotaur's attack stop in an instant, and his eyes became dull, and after a few seconds, he thought that he had completely lost his soul.

And the human huddled in the cage, the human who was whipped, at this time his body has been completely wrapped in black energy, as if it was a human form in the shadows, he waved his hand quietly, and the minotaur not far away was like a marionette, stepped forward in a strange manner, stretched out his hand, and caught the small bag thrown from the human hand.

Inside is some colorless and odorless powder...

The next moment, as if nothing had happened, the minotaur turned and walked in the direction of the campfire of his companions, his first few steps seemed a little staggering, but soon became stable, and he thought... It was as if there was another soul manipulating his body, and from the outside world, there was no flaw in the minotaur's body, except for the original black and white eyes, which had become dull.

This situation is not only in the cage of Black Cloud Peak, but in every area where the terror totem gathers, the same thing is happening.

This is a force that has never appeared in the mainstream of human society, a force that walks in the darkness, but serves the light, tonight... They will complete an impossible annihilation under the watchful eye of the entire human empire.

This will be, a war that belongs to the shadows.