"Chaldean... Chaldeans..."

In the darkness, in the pale halo of smoke, the meditative archbishop was like a lost man, he walked blankly in the darkness and paleness, and walked in a daze, towards the halo that called his name.

He seemed to be walking straight, and he seemed to be climbing, and between the occasional flashes of thought, it was like walking on an upside-down groundstand.

The space was endless, but there were no trees, no hills, no rivers, not even a second life except Chaldeans, the light was intertwined, the scene was magnificent and fantastical, and in the occasional turn of the Chaldeans he could even see his own shadow, the shadow that was twisted, walking under the space like a stream of water, and the shadow that was completely opposite to him.

It's laughing...

This scene is enough to scare anyone, but it is already very ordinary in the eyes of Chaldeans, and in the fourth year of holding the Blade of the Dark Empire, he has long been accustomed to his dreams, so weird, so unusual.

As the opposite of light, the shadow also inherits the essence of power that is completely different from the light of order, and it is difficult for you to find the true order in the shadow, and even the embodiment of this power becomes evil and cold, and while acting on the real thing, it will also affect the opponent's mind.

The power of the Shadow is no weaker than the power of the Light, especially after you embrace it.

"Chaldean... You've stood on its earth, and its eyes will soon see you, and you... Ready to get started? ”

A hoarse voice sounded in the head of the Chaldean bishop, it was like a lazy woman, but her voice was erratic, like thousands of voices fused together, and when you listen to it with your heart, you will find that it seems to be a man's voice, a child's voice, an old man's voice, and even like... Like the roar of a beast.

"I've prepared an army of shadows, but it's not enough."

Chaldea stood still, letting the lights and shadows around him shine, and he whispered:

"Tyrion's suppression of Enzos has given us the harvest of the Sages of the Sea Tide, who are more skilled in the use of shadow power than the priests, but they are still mortals, mortals are not allowed to approach the sleeping place of the old gods, and the sound of Cthun's voice will drive them completely insane... Not enough, it's not enough. ”

"That's an enemy that mortals can't fight... My lord, your strength is recovering too slowly, and we can only hope for the secret plans of the Necromantic King, and we still have some allies... Contact with the Blightcallers has begun, but are the druids who once served the Lords of the Dead trustworthy? ”

"Huh"

In the face of Chaldeans' questioning, Miss Saratas's answer was simple:

"No one can be trusted, Chaldeans, the power you hold has determined that it will be difficult for you to win allies in this world of order, but the teachings of the Blightcallers are interesting, the doctrine of balance between life and death determines that they can be companions with the necromancers, and they can also live in peace with the living, the Necromantic King is playing a big game of chess, and the Blightcaster, the Blightcaster is a very important role in it."

"If we can, we'll 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 who currently ruled the Stormwind Kingdom, he could understand what Saratas meant, but the agreement with Tyrion made him hesitate.

"Tyrion is using us, my lord... He's using you, using your hatred of other old gods to help him achieve something. ”

"But we're also using him, my faithful Chaldean."

The whisper of the Fifth Old God sounded in the ears of the archbishop:

"Only one person can enjoy the glory of devouring the world, and 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 become one, and our advantage is that I am free, and the other three guys... They were all prisoners, and all that was once the most powerful of Ashaji was the heart of darkness that was still beating at the end. ”

"What even the Ascha Extreme, who once overpowered most of the world, failed to do, with the help of Tyrion, I will finally accomplish... By the day I'm complete, we'll not need to be in a wrestling with him, but until then, until the mission to devour the world is accomplished, we will need him! ”

"Hehe, that's the best, because he needs us too..."

The voice caused Chaldea to close his eyes, and after a moment he whispered:

"Skinning with a tiger?"

"You need to learn from him, my faithful Chaldeans, you need to learn Tyrion's means, his mind, his schemes, his hypocrisy, ignorant mortals only know that the undead have forced them to come to the New World, but they see no sign of the world changing, Tyrion is shaping this world with his own hands, shaping it into a stronger, more dynamic future, and he wants to fully exploit the potential of this world..."

Saratas's voice sounded again, and this time even the Fifth Old God's young lady's tone was a little more helpless:

"He's on the move, and we're not sure about it head-on, and according to my guess, his next target should be those old Night Elves, those immortal immortals occupy too many resources in this world, and their civilization output is too small, and the Necronomicon King will not tolerate this civilization for too long... Also, the rift between the Shadow Realm and this world is fluctuating violently, and I can't see who is influencing it, but..."

"Tyrion, right?"

Chaldea shook his head:

"I can't think of anything in this world that he didn't interfere in, that he was plotting to seize the power of death, but I don't think it will go well, when Dalaran was destroyed, my lord, we have seen with our own eyes the oppression of him by the two gods of death... He has enemies of his own, and that's probably the only thing we can be thankful about. ”

"Glad is an emotion you shouldn't have!"

The voice of the Fifth Old God became stern:

"The war will always begin, the war will always end, there will always be a victor, looking at the trajectory of the Necromantic King, I don't think he's going to provoke an opponent he can't fight against without being sure... Perhaps, the reaction of the Grim Reaper is also in his plan, and we have enough reason to believe that in this Grim Reaper's hegemony, Tyrion has a great interest rate and will be the final victor, do you know what that means? ”

In the change of Saratas's mood, the light and shadow in this dream-like space also flickered rapidly, and in the face of Saratas's questioning, Chaldea was silent for more than ten seconds, and then said in a heavy voice:

"He will master the power of death, one of the six most basic and powerful of the stars, he will become the enemy of the Void, and he will have enough power to completely eradicate the corrosion that has seeped into the heart of this planet... That would be, our end. ”

"We've got to speed up... Cthun is only the first, the concentration of magic in this world is rising, my loyal Chaldeans, the dark heart of Ashaji will soon appear in the world, I don't think Tyrion will not know the legend of the Misty Continent, he must be waiting, we have to get it before the Lord of the Dead arrives. ”

Saratas's voice vibrated between the light and shadow:

"The Heart of Darkness will give me true complementation, and it will also give you power beyond the mundane, which is the essence of the Shadows..."

"And the dwarves!"

The voice of the Chaldeans also lifted up:

"Muradin and Brian are leading the dwarves in Northrend in search of the land where their ancestors lived, and they could never imagine what kind of darkness was hidden in the land of their ancestors... Maybe we should help them! ”

"Yes, yes, yes."

Saratas's voice slowly deepened:

"It's gratifying that your eyes are finally on the level of the world, and you're learning fast, my faithful Chaldeans, you're the right choice I've made in hundreds of years, and of course, don't forget the sleepers at the bottom of the sea, it's difficult, but you need to get in touch with those Jana... The arrogant Empress 10,000 years ago wouldn't have just obeyed the Sleeper, she had her plans, and that's good... I need her to have her own plans. ”

"Time, that's the best poison..."

After saying this, the dark space in front of Chaldeans suddenly collapsed at this moment, as if he had been thrown back from one world to another, and the moment the archbishop's eyes opened, pure and gentle holy light burst out from his body, enveloping him like a shadow in the light.

And in the savage land before him, thousands of followers of the Holy Light in the Stormwind Kingdom were sincerely reciting the Psalms of the Holy Light, a grand sermon that the pioneers needed the power of faith in their hearts full of uncertainty and fear of the future.

The Chaldean Archbishop, who was in the heart of the pioneers, opened his arms, his simple black robe fluttering in the wind, accompanied by the light of the Holy Light, and the soft and magnetic voice of the archbishop echoed in the wind of the Thousand Needles Stone Forest:

"O people of light, the light brings us the truth."

"All things will not cease to be born, and all things will not be destroyed... Every ounce of energy of every soul, every will will will not be wasted, and in the light of the 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 light curtain of the stars, and they will be with the stars, and the trajectory of everyone's existence in the world will not be eliminated by inner hesitation and cowardice."

"Just as we will eventually die, but we should not be afraid of death, the death of the individual will give a new life to the community."

"Under the light of the heart, everything is a cycle."

"All secrets, all truths, our very existence itself, is part of the Great Cycle, and we are with it... We are with the truth. ”

"Praise the light."

The truth told by the archbishop is so obscure that the faithful may not understand what he really wants to say, but in this light-shining ceremony, everyone can feel the warmth that reverberates in their hearts, and on the staircase before them, the light on the archbishop's body becomes brighter and brighter, like a lamp that guides the people forward.

But no one noticed that behind that brighter and brighter light, it was... A shadow that hangs over everything.

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"The kingdom of Stormgard guards the mud swamps in the north, the immigrants of Gilneth are in the east of the Thousand Needles Forest, and the immigrants of Lordaeron are in the west of the Thousand Needles Forest, and there is only one place our people can go... To the south. ”

Countess Presto, the beautiful woman who ruled the kingdom of Stormwind, was getting thinner and thinner, she was more and more like a real countess, and the memories of being a black dragon were as long in her mind as they were in her previous life.

What's even more terrifying is that the countess hasn't really changed into a dragon for several years, she seems to have truly become a human, and the black dragon clan has withered day by day, so in her heart, she doesn't resist this change.

At this time, in the town of the Thousand Needles Stone Forest, the countess, who always had a cold face, was discussing with Duke Eberlock about the future direction of immigration.

The territory that the Night Elves have given to the Human Empire is huge, but it is very savage, and there are not many lands suitable for human habitation, but it must be enough to house millions of civilians.

In the face of the countess's statement, the old and solemn duke looked at the map, and after a moment, he nodded:

"Indeed, as you say, Lady Presto, the only thing left for the Stormwind Kingdom is the barren Shining Plains, and I heard that there are extremely rich veins hidden there?"

"Yes, almost all the ore on the road can be found in this plain, and more importantly, compared to the centaurs of the Thousand Needles Stone Forest, all that exists in the Flash Plains is a group of beasts and those goblins who open mines."

A hint of coldness flashed across the countess's face:

"The era of those goblins stealing the veins of the kingdom is over, and from now on, every piece of ore on that land will belong to us!"

"Perhaps, we can also send an expedition to look further south."

A gentle voice joined the discussion, and the countess and duke didn't need to look back to know who was coming.

After finishing the sermon, the archbishop, who hurried back in the dust, smiled at his two companions and said:

"I've heard the druids describe the scene in the south, and it's said that at the end of the Tanaris desert, there's a heaven-sent fertile land, yes, I know it's a bit idealistic, but I still feel that at this moment, we need to draw a good future for the people."

As he spoke, the archbishop drew a religious symbol on his chest, perfectly interpreting his identity, and in the face of the archbishop's proposal, the countess and the duke looked at each other, and finally, they nodded.

"Well, then split up an expedition and search south, and hopefully those druid stories are not just ethereal legends."

The archbishop nodded in satisfaction, and he whispered:

"I firmly believe that in the southern land, there are..."miracles". ”