The flight of the Draenei was like a meteorite across the Alliance.

All kings, wise and arrogant, were the first to come into contact with such strange immortals, few in number, but mighty in battle, and most importantly, the lifespan of each draenei seemed to mortals to be immortal.

The High Elves of Quel'Thalas were equally long-lived, 3,000 years beyond the imagination of humans, and now that record has been broken, when the 30,000-year-old Draenei Prophet entered Lordaeron, the plebeians and nobles who came to watch were eager to offer their own calls and blessings to the Immortal, especially when the Prophet waved his hand and sprinkled divine blessings on the crowd.

People are in awe of power, and when it is clear that this great power belongs to their side, it becomes a heartfelt rejoicing.

The Church of Light is the friendliest of all the forces in the alliance to the Draenei, and the contact between the two sides has greatly increased the level of understanding of the priests and paladins of Azeroth to use the power of the Light, and some lower-level believers will even regard the Draenei as a kind of inspiration from the Light.

In this environment, even if the kings were wary of these strange-looking foreigners, they would be very kind to them, and after the Prophet Viren spent three months touring the countries of the Alliance, the Draenei civilians who had moved to the foothills of the Red Ridge Mountains in the Storm Kingdom received unimaginably abundant support.

At the moment, the situation in Azeroth is relatively calm, and it is not difficult for the kings to support some supplies, and for the Prophet, the most important harvest is in the sea country of Coultiras, he obtained the specific navigation charts of Kalimdor and Northrend from King Dareen, although the three ships of the Draenei are enough to carry people across the ocean, but that is the last resort.

The inheritance of the Draenei is also on the verge of being broken, once these ships are damaged, it will be difficult to repair, and the prophet will not use them until the critical moment, but fortunately, the Draenei also inherit the traditional navigation skills, and the prophet has already made plans, and after returning to the Stormwind Kingdom, he will send a group of pioneers to the two continents to investigate.

Find a place for the Draenei in Azeroth as quickly as possible.

And this time in diplomacy, the Prophet learned the lesson of his time with the orcs, he did not hide the relationship between the Draenei and the demons, and gave a serious warning about the demonic invasion of the world, but as King Varian of the Stormwind Kingdom said, there are many bad things within the Alliance, and the very realistic kings will not put too much energy into a vague prophecy.

And on the spring night of the 10th year of the Dark Gate, on the ship returning to the south of the continent, the prophet Viren suddenly felt the shaking of his mind, and he couldn't calm down no matter what, this situation has happened twice in the past, the first time was the night before the evacuation of Argus, and the second time was the early morning of the day when the orcs raided the Draenei, both of which represent a bad future is emerging little by little.

Holding the Atama Crystal that could peek into the future, the Song of the Soul, Viren tried to see through the future disaster, but this time, the crystal did not respond to him, which made the Prophet's worries even heavier, and he left the cabin with his staff and walked to the deck of the merchant ship of Kul Tiras, where he greeted the enthusiastic sailors.

The seafaring sailors were the most superstitious people, and they believed in the existence of the gods, so they showed great enthusiasm and diligence to Viren, who had the title of prophet, and the prophet knew very well how to deal with them.

He made a "prophecy" for a few worried sailors, encouraged them with words, and blessed them with the blessing of the Holy Light, helping them to remove the dark wounds in their bodies, which made the sailors even more deferential to Viren, and the captain who rushed to hear the news patted his chest and promised the prophet that the first Draenei immigrants could take his ship to Kalimdor, which was a surprise.

However, the Prophet's worries did not subside, and he stood on the deck, and under the awe-struck gaze of the sailors, the Prophet once again picked up the purple crystal soul song, and with the purple light and golden light rippling on the prophet's body, visions of the future once again filled his eyes.

"This is..."

The Prophet's face changed dramatically, and in visions of the future, he saw a faint glimpse of the army of darkness sweeping through Azeroth.

They walked silently across the land of Lordaeron, leaving nothing but desolation everywhere they went, and the cold aura that lingered on these ominous legions was familiar to the Prophet, it was the undead!

"Tyrion, did you end up slaughtering the world?"

The Prophet muttered to himself, but the next moment, the vision in front of him changed again, and the Prophet saw the leader who led the group of undead, who was not the Tyrion he was familiar with. Dawnblade, but a human... A human armed with a skull sword!

That sword, the ice-blue magic sword that shone in front of the prophet's eyes in a trance, was a little more silent and a little less noisy than the rebellious demon sword Apocalypse in Tyrion's hand, but the evil breath emanating from the two was simply the same source.

"It's... This Death Knight! ”

The Prophet's eyes widened, and he vaguely saw the face of the Death Knight who led the undead to slaughter all of Lordaeron, and he felt strangely familiar, but before he could take a serious look, behind him, the exclamations of the sailors woke the Prophet from his peep into the future.

The purple light fell silent little by little, and the Prophet looked up and followed the sailors' line of sight, and above the dark dome of Azeroth, a faint meteor was streaking across the sky, falling in the direction of the extreme north.

"It's a sign."

The prophet subconsciously clenched the Atama crystal in his hand, as a person who has repeatedly seen through the future, he is very aware of all this in front of him, when the ominous meteor appeared, the song of the soul made him see the dark future, which means that the future and the meteor that crossed the sky are inseparable.

"But... So what does a meteor really mean? What do those necromantic legions that rampant Lordaeron have to do with Tyrion? ”

On a spring night, above the icy sea, the Prophet fell into a long period of thought.

A few words about the future weren't enough for him to see the truth of the matter, but the Prophet was certain that the current peace of the Alliance would not last long, and that an era of turmoil was about to begin.

And the Draenei entered Azeroth at the beginning of this era, in the end... Is it good or bad?

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"Whew"

The sturdy meteor grazed Azeroth's atmosphere and crashed swiftly towards the northernmost continent of the world, its solid corners rubbing against the air, bringing out a sparkling spark at the edge, and a shrill hiss like a banshee's howl in the cold night.

The light pierced through the darkness like a shadow left behind in the curtain of darkness, and the ominous light dimmed only slightly when it finally fell to the surface of a massive ice floe suspended in the frozen North Sea.

Azeroth, which was dropped directly from the warped void hundreds of millions of light-years away, caused the "meteor" to fall to the ground with great movement, and even smashed a shock-shaped crater on the solid surface of the ice floe, and at the bottom of the crater emitting melted steam, the true face of the "meteor" was exposed to the sky of Azeroth for the first time.

It was a crystal clear piece of ice, huge, more than 3 meters high, irregular shape, and the most surprising thing was that the ice was frozen with a gray-blue armor, embellished with skeletons and black thorns, and some strange gems, especially the demonic crown, which was inlaid with a dull blue gem.

The moment it fell on the ice floe, the jewel glittered, and within the empty armor, a weary and desperate soul awoke.

Neozu didn't know how much time had passed since he had been captured by Kil-Gardan, and every second of his soul had been subjected to the most horrific torture in the hands of that great demon, and there was even a time when Kil-Gardan had given his soul to Nasrezm, who were good at torture and temptation, and Neozu felt that his soul had fallen into a hopeless abyss.

His body was melted by demonic fire, and he still can't forget the pain of his flesh and blood falling apart.

Ironically, what supported him to persevere in this unparalleled pain was the exchange he had with Tyrion a long time ago.

"You see everything... Tyrion. ”

"You have seen all my suffering, my fate, my despair..."

"You have taken advantage of them by your cunning, and under your temptation I have seen the real hell, I have seen the real hell, and I walk in that hell."

"Finally, finally..."

The murmur of souls in the dark night, haunting the barren continent of ice floe, permeated every corner of this dark land in a way unimaginable to mortals, the sound was obscure and flowing, like a light wind, but the resentment contained in it was undisguised.

"He thought I had given in... Hehehehehe. ”

The voice rang out again:

"He thought I was willing to be his most faithful servant, Gul'dan's betrayal made him no longer trust any life, so he chose the necromancy, he thought that the necrons I had collected would be loyal to him, to his legion, no... No! Wish for the moon! ”

Frozen in ice, the soul began to try to expand his mind, and the demons were not only torturing Naozu, but also slightly transforming his soul to better serve the Legion with this new ability.

And with the old orc's consciousness seeping out of the ice little by little, he found that his consciousness that was originally limited by the soul has now become extremely free, and under his manipulation, the invisible consciousness is like a surging tentacle, frantically advancing in all directions of the cold ice floe, gathering everything that exists on the ground in the imprisoned soul.

It's a new power, it's a terrible power.

"He promised me freedom, he promised me that I would be the king of this world, that I would have the most perfect body to rule my new kingdom... After so many deceptions and nightmares, he thought I would still believe him... Hehe, the so-called fraudsters, that's just that. ”

"That pain, that despair, one day, I will return it to him without reservation! Kilgardan... Fraudster, he will suffer another betrayal, of course... Of course it will take time, as well as those cunning and disgusting jailers. ”

"After surviving the most painful nightmare, I got a new lease of life!"

Naozu's infinitely spreading consciousness quickly caught a few Nasrezm emerging from the twisted void, and they were rapidly moving in the direction of Naozu.

"Oh, time is running out, lo and behold, the jailers are coming, they will watch over me and order me to serve the Legion, it's okay... It doesn't matter, it's just hibernation, from you, I learned how to hibernate better, and then, when necessary, from behind, stabbed the knife into their hearts, I learned! ”

"Tyrion, I've stepped onto your table, I've joined your game... I'm going to have my necromantic legion, and I'll call it... Scourge of the Dead! ”

"Come, come, raise a glass to our common enemy, the feast of death is about to begin, the time of the undead is coming, I have seen it, I have seen that this world will tremble in the shadow of death, and the fate that the living cannot hold up will be smashed by the dead with their swords!"

"And I, I'll enjoy that irony of life and death... Huh"

With the approach of Nasrezm, Naozu's incomparably active consciousness fell silent little by little, and at the moment when the Dreadlords carried the cold ice, Naozu's last voice sounded in his cold soul.

"Come on! Let me see! ”

"Let me see, what you promised me, what you promised me, what you promised, what you promised me, what you promised me, what you promised... Future! ”

(Will Arthas still be the Lich King?) Frankly, I don't know much about it myself... The first free king of the Tang Dynasty

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