Volume 9: Disaster Chapter 537 The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and the Prophet of Doom
Winter is Coming (Death Lord): "This is it, Boss. This is the main battlefield of the Battle of Broken Spear Peak. The Alliance and the Horde left countless corpses here. They are definitely top-notch materials."
Gul'dan nodded in satisfaction, "Well done, Winter is coming. Your loyalty will be rewarded."
The Eye of Evil Fire under his Crown of Domination scanned the cemetery in front of him. The power of death allowed him to easily sense the countless corpses buried underground and the wandering ghosts wandering in the wilderness.
The dead resurrected by necromancy often only have the most basic mobility, becoming skeletons and zombies, but the undead resurrected by the Crown of Domination can inherit their memories and combat skills, and even the ability to cast spells. Therefore, the cemetery left over from the war in front of us is many times better than those ordinary cemeteries.
Gul'dan suddenly inserted Frostmourne into the ground, and the power of death was madly injected into the ground. The power of death spread along the earth, and the grass covering the boneyard withered instantly.
"Resurrect, soldiers who died in battle, revive, warriors of humans and orcs, your glorious battle records should not be forgotten, your unyielding souls should not be annihilated, now transform into immortal undead warriors and join the ranks of my Scourge!"
Bang! A hand suddenly emerged from the ground, emerging from the mud. The rotten arm revealed the bones. The corpse was still wearing the armor it once wore, but it looked rusty and tattered. The resurrected warrior struggled to get out of the mud.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
More and more hands stretched out from the ground, and the bodies of countless dead soldiers emerged from the soil.
They formed a huge army in a mighty force.
Whether humans or orcs, they have all become undead, indistinguishable from each other.
Gul'dan (Lich King): "Hahahaha, that's it, those foolish mortal monarchs thought they could stop the expansion of the Scourge by clearing the land, they are too naive, where there are living people there are wars, where there are wars there are corpses, where there are corpses there are armies of the undead.
Look, my undead army has appeared. The countless people who died in battles over the past thousands of years will become the place where my army recruits new soldiers. The Scourge will be unstoppable."
But the legion also needs generals to lead it!
Gul'dan resurrected the dead in groups while searching for individuals with powerful strength among them.
Suddenly, he seemed to realize that the two souls here were quite different. He walked in one direction, and the coming winter followed closely behind him.
Soon Gul'dan came to a solemn tomb.
This stone tomb in the wilderness was built in an extremely neat and orderly manner, and it was quite majestic. There were two stone statues of knights standing on both sides of the tombstone to guard it.
On the tombstone you can see a line of text: [King of Gilneas: Tomb of Genn Greymane. ]
Next to this magnificent tomb there is a small, dilapidated grave.
[The defeated general, Kargath Bladefist, was buried here]
"Haha, Kargath Bladefist, I knew that you would be killed by your own recklessness sooner or later. You are not my favorite among those orc chieftains, but you are also a powerful warrior. Then, accept my call!"
The dead who have passed away, the immortal warriors, accept my call and return from the other side!
Crack! A huge crack appeared on the surface of the tomb. With a bang, it suddenly exploded, and a king in armor, exuding the aura of a death knight, walked out of the tomb.
Genn Greymane looked around blankly, and when he saw Varian's familiar face, he was immediately shocked.
"Varian? Are you dead too? Where am I?"
"No, you are not Varian, who are you?"
Gul'dan (Lich King): "I am - your master! The Lich King."
"No! I will never be loyal to an evil scum like you." Genn Greymane roared and rushed towards Gul'dan waving his burial sword.
But the power of the Crown of Domination is simply irresistible.
Gul'dan only needed to give Genn Greymane a look to stop him, and he could no longer cut with the sword in his hand.
Gul'dan (Lich King): "Hahahaha, there is no room for bargaining here. You must be loyal to me and fight for me."
At this time, Kargath Bladefist was also resurrected.
He looked at Gul'dan in astonishment. The voice of this stranger sounded very familiar to him. "Gul'dan? Is that you?"
Kargath Bladefist was extremely surprised, "How did you become like this?"
"Shut up Kargath and watch your attitude. From now on, I am your master."
Kargath Bladefist didn't say much. Orcs respect the strong. They are all subordinates anyway. It makes no difference whether they serve Orgrim or Gul'dan.
Gul'dan (Lich King): "My warriors, my commanders, come to me, everyone."
Soon, a group of powerful warriors from the Scourge gathered around Gul'dan.
Gul'dan selected four people from them and took out four powerful weapons.
Gul'dan was very aware of his shortcomings. Although he was powerful, he was not an expert in how to wage war. For the next war, he needed a group of powerful death knights to command the legion to fight for him.
"Winter is coming. I give you this sword, named 'Hungry Cold'. From now on, you will become a famine knight, bringing poverty and pain to my enemies.
Conan the Barbarian, I give you this sword, called the Blade of the Dead. From now on, you will become a knight of war, bringing blood and war to my enemies.
Genn Greymane, I give you this sword, named Apocalypse. From now on, you will be a death knight, bringing death and terror to my enemies.
Kargath Bladefist, I give you this sword, named Scourgeblade. From now on, you will become a Plague Knight, bringing scourge and plague to my enemies.
You will become the sharp blades in my hands, the commanders of the army of the dead - the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse."
"Go, use the power I give you to gather an army for me!"
…
At the same time - in the capital of Lordaeron - the King's Hall.
Godwin sat on the king's throne, listening boredly to the military reports from envoys and lords of various countries.
"Your Majesty, according to the information you provided, we have indeed discovered a large number of members of the Cult of the Damned in the towns around Stratholme. We have captured six evil priests, twelve necromancers, and a half-transformed lich. The rest of the Cult of the Damned were shot dead during the capture process.
We are interrogating him day and night to get more information."
"Your Majesty, I have just received intelligence from the Kingdom of Gilneas. The Kingdom of Gilneas is in the grip of an undead plague. King Blayney was defeated by the gnoll army and is unable to protect his people. Tess Greymane has also launched a rebellion, claiming that she is the legitimate queen of Gilneas. It is said that Prince Sigrit of Alterac has also appeared among the rebels. King Blayney has now retreated to the city."
"Your Majesty! The garrison of Menethil Harbor has sent news that the Scourge has landed in the wetlands and resurrected a large number of human and orc soldiers who died in the wetlands. Now they have assembled a terrifying army of at least hundreds of thousands, and are marching towards Arathi Highlands..."
Godwin sighed, but was not too surprised by this information.
Since he could spend money to buy intelligence on the Cult of the Curse, he could naturally buy intelligence on the Scourge. There was no telling how many players had joined the Scourge, and the forums were full of posts on how to level up as undead. He had long known that the Scourge's target was the Wetlands.
This made him very depressed. The plan of clearing the countryside and the plan of relying on the golden tree for a decisive battle with the Scourge all came to nothing.
But there was nothing he could do. The Scourge was going by sea and he had no way to stop them. Although he had a fleet, the Scourge's frost bone dragons were no joke, not to mention the powerful weapon Galakrond.
As for blocking the enemy from the south, that is even more a fantasy. To the south of Lordaeron is Alterac, and further south is the Kingdom of Stromgarde. Arathi Highlands is the territory of the Kingdom of Stromgarde, and further south is the Wetlands.
Now that the Kingdom of Stromgarde has withdrawn from the Alliance and is fighting the new Horde led by the Young Wolf, it will never allow the Lordaeron army to intervene.
But it doesn’t matter. Although the Scourge’s action was a bit unexpected, the destination should not change.
The next move for the Scourge will be to head north to attack the Kingdom of Stromgarde.
Then across the Hillsbrad Foothills - now the territory of the Southsea Kingdom. Then to Dalaran.
What worries him more is that after the Scourge invades the Kingdom of Stromgarde, a large wave of troops may be added to the Scourge. The Kingdom of Southsea can command them to defend the city and clear the countryside, but it will not make much sense. There are farms everywhere in Hillsbrad and the population is scattered, making it difficult to evacuate in time.
By the time the Scourge arrives in Dalaran, there will probably be at least a million of them. It makes my scalp tingle just thinking about it.
But it's not impossible to fight. Can we gather adventurers? The number of adventurers in Northrend was too small last time. Today's apocalypse invasion is a big scene. At that time, adventurers from the entire game will gather in Dalaran. I'm afraid it's not impossible to have a million troops...
The envoy of Dalaran made an impassioned speech: "Your Majesty, the Scourge will take some time to arrive. The most urgent task is to eliminate the curse sects hidden in various places. To fight against foreign aggression, we must first stabilize the internal situation. Only by ensuring the security of the Alliance can we resist the attack of the Scourge..."
"Damn it, we don't have time to deal with those cultists now. We should gather the armies of all countries immediately."
"The Plague of the Undead must not be ignored!"
"Your Majesty, on behalf of Captain Aidan, I suggest that the civilians of the South Sea Kingdom and the Magic Kingdom of Dalaran be evacuated immediately, and that preparations ."
Just as everyone was arguing about immortality, a raven flew silently in from the window of the hall. It landed lightly in the middle of the hall, stretching its wings. This abrupt scene immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Godwin looked at the crow and suddenly felt that the scene before him looked familiar. Could that raven be -
A green magical light burst out from the crow, and the raven's body instantly grew larger. The two bird legs turned into two slender human legs, and the colorful black wings turned into a crow feather cloak. Soon, a mysterious man wearing a hood and holding a crow-shaped staff appeared in front of everyone.
Under the hood was a weathered face covered with stubble, and because of the shadow, only the chin was visible.
Godwin looked over the man's head.
Mysterious wizard (Doomsday prophet) level??? Rank??? HP:???.
Doomsday prophet? Yes, that's probably him.
The mysterious wizard first glanced around the hall, and then spoke in a mysterious and strange voice.
Mysterious wizard (Doomsday prophet): "Your Majesty, I have brought a prophecy of doomsday. Humanity is about to face a catastrophe. The tide of darkness is coming again, and the whole world will be engulfed in flames of war..."
Someone looked at Dalaran's envoy, Archmage Travia, with ill intentions.
Travia was immediately annoyed. Things like magic and witchcraft were always linked to Dalaran by people with ulterior motives, so he subconsciously wanted to distance himself from them.
"Nonsense - Guards, get this lunatic out of here."
Two guards immediately came over and tried to take the man away.
The mysterious wizard struggled and refused to leave. "You must believe me. If you want to escape this disaster, you must go west to the forgotten land of Kalimdor. Only there can you find a chance to redeem the world!"
The voice was urgent and sincere, but the charlatan look was really suspicious.
Godwin was amused by the scene in front of him. He waved his hand, signaling the guards to withdraw.
Godwin (King of Lordaeron): "Medivh, you are here at last."
The mysterious wizard froze for a moment. "Ahem, I don't know what you are talking about, Your Majesty. I have never heard of the name Medivh."
A scream was heard nearby.
"Ha, I remember now. Yes, yes, that's Medivh. I've seen this scene in a CG animation, in the Warcraft campaign."
"Damn, we are witnessing a famous scene."
The chaotic conversations around him made the mysterious wizard even more stunned. He gave a bitter smile and finally lifted his hood. It was indeed Medivh.
The name above his head also changed instantly.
Medivh (Guardian), a legendary second-tier hero, level 99, health 9950.
"Yes, I am Medivh, the former guardian. I once made a big mistake and brought disaster to the world, but this time I hope to save everything. You must believe in His Majesty the King and lead your people westward..."
Godwin waved his hand and said, "I know what the dark tide you are talking about is. It is the Scourge. I have received news about the Scourge. In fact, I have fought a battle with the Scourge before. The Scourge is indeed powerful, but not invincible. As long as the righteous people of each camp unite, they will surely win."
Medivh shook his head and said, "No, I'm not talking about the Scourge. Behind the Scourge, there are even more terrifying existences. They have visited this world before, and now they are coming back again." Medivh's tone was mysterious and hoarse, as if he was telling an ancient secret.
However, before he could create a new atmosphere, Godwin gave the answer.
"You mean the Burning Legion?"
"Uh..." Medivh suddenly felt a little embarrassed. This reaction was not what he expected.
"Haha, the Burning Legion is going to invade Azeroth, even a fool knows that."
"That's right, it's clearly explained in the game background."
Godwin waved his hand, asking everyone to stop spoiling the plot, and spoke to Medivh solemnly.
"Of course I know that the Scourge's goal is to summon the Burning Legion, so we must unite to stop the Scourge's actions. Besides, even if the Burning Legion comes, we are not afraid. Now that I have planted the golden tree, under the protection of the golden tree and the Supreme Will, the Burning Legion is not invincible."
"What's more, we now have the ancient dragon king, Lord Aidan Deron."
"You're right. If the system hadn't enabled the Lich King to cheat in the last battle, we would have won long ago."
"Your Majesty, the King of Ancient Dragons and the King of Holy Light, let me ask you how you can lose."
"The Scourge is nothing. Gather all the adventurers and show those skeletons how powerful the Fourth Scourge is."
The more Medivh listened, the more annoyed he became. These ignorant mortals had no idea how powerful the enemy they were facing, yet they actually pinned the outcome of the war on those adventurers who had little presence. It was crazy.
Godwin continued, "Lord Medivh, I know you have good intentions, so why don't you join me, Lordaeron? With your help, this war will be easier, and you can atone for your past."
Medivh almost wavered.
But he still shook his head.
"No, Your Majesty, although your words are convincing, I have seen the future from the movement of the stars and foreseen the truth of destruction. The Burning Legion is not so easy to defeat. Fate is already determined, and the Scourge cannot be stopped. Even if you gather more troops, you cannot reverse the power of fate.
Our only chance of victory is to march to Kalimdor."
After listening to this, Godwin looked a little solemn. In the plot, Medivh can be said to be an important character who connects the previous and the next parts and guides the protagonists to push the plot forward. He is a bit like Gandalf in The Lord of the Rings. What he said would definitely not be aimless. Maybe it represents some kind of systematic plot tendency.
But giving up the Kingdom of Lordaeron and crossing to Kalimdor? Such a sacrifice is really too great. He is not an ordinary hero with little wealth. How can he escape from such a big country?
We can't just abandon such a huge foundation just because of what Medivh said.
Besides, history has been changed so much, and I am so powerful now, what is there to be afraid of?
It's all about relying on the golden trunk.
"No, no matter how many disasters I face, I will stay with my people." Godwin said righteously.
Medivh sighed, bowed his head, turned into a raven and flew out again. He had to warn more people.
Soaring in the sky and looking at the huge shadow of the golden tree gradually moving away, Medivh had to admit that this golden tree was indeed an extraordinary and amazing existence.
The golden light and shadow cast by the golden tree indeed gives people a sense of invincibility and sacredness.
I hope things won't turn out the way I expected.
Medivh was thinking, when suddenly, a huge shadow passed quickly over his head.
A familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded in my ears.
Aidan Deron (King of the Ancient Dragons): "Medivh... old friend, we meet again."
