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"Tick tock... tick tock..."
The water dripping from the top of the rock formation hits the already somewhat weathered stone platform. At the bottom of the stone platform, the historical pictures of Nerubian Aqir carefully carved by Nerubians craftsmen are somewhat blurred. With the passage of time, no matter how great a civilization is, it will become pale. From prosperity to silence, it may take thousands or tens of thousands of years.
But in the long river of time, they are as small as dust drifting with the current, meaningless.
Just like a once majestic castle, tens of millions of years later, it will be turned into piles of ruins by wind and sand. Time is the greatest and most ruthless existence.
The deepest part of Azjol? Nerubian is a completely suspended high platform. The Nerubians people used incredible skills and countless spider webs to hang the heavy platform in the dark and silent air. Everything around it was hollowed out, and the bottom led straight into the coldest underground river, as quiet as Abyss.
No happiness, no Sorrow, no Despair, no memories, nothing... that is the true meaning of Abyss.
"Huh..."
Anub'arak, who was resting on the stone platform, let out a heavy breath, as if a wave of Storm swept across this silent platform. There was not a trace of dust on it. In the past countless years, tens of thousands of Candles and incense made from the fat of giant beasts were always burned here, illuminating everything in this darkness as brightly as the Kingdom of God.
Even creatures that are born and die in darkness will have an extraordinary Obsession response to light.
When it was young, blowing out those candles with its breath was its favorite game. Although every candle went out, it meant that the attendants who guarded these candles that could not be extinguished would suffer a whipping. It was one of the most painful punishments in the kingdom of Nerub with strict laws. The spider demon elders were never merciful to those who dared to violate the laws.
In Ahn'kahet's Execution Hall, the long whip intertwined with Shadow energy only needs one whip to make the most powerful Nerubians Warrior completely lose control of his body. Absolutely no one is willing to try that feeling again.
However, even the most severe Nerubian Elders will choose to ignore the behavior of Anub'arak, because in its body, the most noble Bloodline of Nerubian flows, and its birth means that it will become the the Master of the entire Dark Kingdom, the king of the underground world.
And the strongest!
The mysterious Aqir Empire has long since disappeared in time, but the gifts it left to the Nerubians have not been lost after tens of millions of years. Anub'arak is the product of this gift, the Crypt Lord, the true aristocracy of the former Aqir Empire, and the ruling family of the Nerubian Nerubian Kingdom.
There is no need to go into details here about how powerful Crypt Lord's pure Bloodline is. Just an objective fact is enough to illustrate this. After Anub'arak reaches adulthood, its diet includes all the creatures in Northrend... yes, including Dragon.
Just thinking about the creatures that feed on Dragon is enough to make people shudder.
But even though it was so powerful, when Ner'zhul's dark army swept across the entire Northrend, and when Azjol? Nerubian was attacked, it still suffered a failure.
Anub'arak still remembers that battle. He led the Burning Legion, the most powerful force in the entire Nerubians kingdom, to attack Frozen Throne directly from the ground. They raided all the way, and nothing could stop Crypt Lord's infinite brute force. Under Anub'arak's Claw,
All the servants of Ner'zhul suffered a shameful failure. Until he came to the Frozen Throne, his whole body was covered in blood, but he had a fighting posture that was close to that of Invincible. Facing the old soul sealed in the ice for ten thousand years, Anub'arak issued a challenge in the manner that King should.
In that battle, Ner'zhul attacked it from the soul level, Tichondrius contained it from the front, and other Dreadlord surrounded it from the side. But even in that situation, Anub'arak fought until the last moment. He killed at least one Dreadlord. His roar and rage made Tichondrius terrified.
But in the end, he still fell before Frozen Throne... That battle was glorious. It was the funeral that King deserved. It should have been the end of everything.
He should have died there with glory and then be Nerubian Nerubians remembered in history Obelisk, but when his heavy and Invincible body stood up again, all the glory left him.
Frost covered his hard carapace, and darkness filled his body. Life had left him, but death the Master him. He had to surrender to the stronger soul, and then led his subordinates who were also Resurrection back to his kingdom.
It was exactly the same as what Arthas did... but Anub'arak's experience was obviously crazier. When he re-entered Azjol? Nerubian who was still stubbornly resisting Undead Scourge, all the Candles on Suspended Throne were extinguished...
Yes, this is the meaning of the existence of those Candless. As long as they are still burning, the fire of civilization of Nerubian Nerubianss will still exist.
Those Candles are extinguished, and the mischievous smile of childhood is no longer there, and it has never been as heavy as that moment.
Anub'arak watched all this happen, and even joined in. There was no Sorrow, no Despair... only a heart that no longer beats, and a cold and silent soul.
From that day on, Crypt Lord closed his mouth forever. He became quiet, just like an insect should behave, lurking in the darkness and hunting in the dark. Because of that Dark Intent order, Storm set off a bloody war in the whole world.
He no longer has the glory, and he no longer needs that thing.
In the now dark ruins of Azjol? Nerubian, no one will disturb Anub'arak. He is still the the Master here, resting and recuperating on this throne where the fire of hope has been extinguished... He may also think and remember, but no one knows.
From the Throne Walkway in front, there were footsteps, shouts of death, and collisions with the closed stone Great Door. The sound came from far to near, completely breaking the silence of this Suspended Throne. Anub'arak, who was lying on the throne, shook his body, and the power of his body flowed through his limbs. The next moment, a body like a hill stood up from the stone platform.
The sharp corners covered with thick blue Frost swayed in the air, and then those Ice Blue-colored indifferent eyes opened, and the deep breathing sound... was like the coldest Northlands Storm, swept through everything around it, Suspended Throne was covered with a layer of Elite's Frost, and then Anub'arak's forelimbs slid, tearing out pieces of blue snowflakes.
His forelimbs are thick and sharp, like dark blue siege cones, and the horn in front is harder than Stone and steel. He relies on the sharpness and strength of these forelimbs to easily tear apart those who are not careful enough. Dragon's neck and forelimbs are also covered with two armbands made by Nerubians craftsmen. Carved wears the ancient and mysterious Nerubians Runes, and on the sharp long horns on his head, there were also the roars of countless innocent souls. When he stood up, the entire Suspended Throne air became dangerous.
This is Anub'arak, the most powerful Crypt Lord, Undead Scourge and the sharpest Heavy Axe. Under its oppression, all living beings will surrender in fear.
Today... a new challenger is here!
"Bang"
The stone Great Door going to Suspended Throne was pushed open. The two giant stone doors that had existed since the dawn of Nerubian civilization were smashed into the interior under the irresistible force, splashing countless debris and dust. In the dark dust, three figures appeared in the dim light of the entrance.
Tirion Fordring is holding Shadowmourne, who is trembling slightly, Lor'themar? Theron with a cold face, and Rogério? Starseeker, who is equally cold, stand beside him on the left and right, Maexxna The huge body stood in front of Great Door. Azjol? Nerubians Undead of Nerubian was attacking the Mother of All Spiders crazily. However, under the equally crazy slashing of Maexxna, they were at an absolute disadvantage.
Although not as powerful as Anub'arak, Maexxna can be specially arranged by the former Kel'Thuzad in Floating Fortress Among Naxxramas, it is enough to illustrate its Intimidation power and Combat Strength. It is worth mentioning that above the head of Maexxna, the old Dwarves Brann? Bronzebeard is clutching the bone spur on the top of the tarantula's head, throwing out a ball of explosives from his hand from time to time to resist the black Nerubians falling from the sky.
As Explorer, old Brann should not have appeared on the battlefield of such a surprise attack, but his strong curiosity harmed him again. When he found that there was no way out, this Plague Spider that frightened him became Brann's best defense.
Between death and fear, Brann climbed on top of Maexxna's head using both hands and feet, but he really couldn't participate in the next battle.
"Whoosh"
Lor'themar's way of greeting was always so special. When he reunited with his "friend" not long ago, Dark Ranger raised his hand and hit Chimera Shot with great force. The perfectly carved white bone arrow shone with dark light in the air. The distance of hundreds of meters almost disappeared in an instant. The speed of the long arrow that whizzed away even left the sound far behind.
But Anub'arak just stretched out his forelimbs and waved lightly, and a spark exploded on his forelimbs, which looked so bright in the dark. Not only was he powerful, he also had a reaction speed that was impossible for a creature of the same size. The two combined into one, creating a truly powerful enemy like Crypt Lord Anub'arak.
"Boom"
The golden Holy Fire pierced the darkness, carrying Tirion Fordring's body through the surroundings of Suspended Throne. The dense spider web that was almost invisible in the darkness was like a golden streamer. At the moment the light faded, a golden-blue magical edge appeared on Anub'arak's head lit up, and Tirion Fordring's white hair was blown back. His body was like a protruding arc. The moment he jumped in the air, all the Kinetic Energy and all the power were perfectly concentrated on Shadowmourne's War Axe.
"Bang"
The huge forelimbs collided with War Axe, and a cut mark appeared on Anub'arak's Battle Scars's spotted forelimbs, and the mysterious armband was also completely shattered by this blow.
Four cracks appeared on the ground where Crypt Lord's limbs were standing on Suspended Throne. Under the huge force that Tirion Fordring continued to exert, the cracks began to move towards the surrounding Spread.
This throne, which had carried tens of thousands of years of Nerubian Nerubians civilization, also began to collapse during this battle, just like the history of the Nerubians kingdom that had already collapsed.
"Whoosh"
Orange Light and Shadow splashed everywhere, and Anub'arak's head was deflected outward by the light arrow at this moment. On the carapace above his head, an impact dent had appeared. The light arrow smashed his hard shell, and black blood flowed out of it.
At the edge of Suspended Throne not far away, Rogério? Starseeker, with an indifferent look on his face, had once again pulled open the exquisite and gorgeous Starlight Longbow in his hand, which was like a work of art. The moment the bowstring was pulled away, another brilliant orange light arrow automatically appeared between the two fingers of Rogério.
The senior Elven Rangers, who wears black Eyepatch and has scars on his face, is silent and does not have much sense of presence. However, the moment he draws his bow, even an existence like Anub'arak will feel waves of boiling threats.
"Whoosh"
The light arrow flew out, and at the same time, another Bones long arrow flew out. Death did not make Lor'themar weak. On the contrary, this Ranger-Lord had become tougher under the temper of death. It was like a truly sharpened blade, which was being held high and slashed towards Anub'arak's neck.
Crypt Lord wanted to dodge, but under the obstruction of Tirion Fordring and Shadowmourne, its blocking movement was obviously deformed. The light arrow rubbed his eyes and pierced into the carapace below his face, while the bone arrow cunningly followed the connection between the carapace and penetrated from Crypt Lord's abdomen. Most of the arrow shaft pierced into his body.
Just the clarion call to start the battle has completely heated up the battle. On the throne where the first Nerubian Nerubians King was born, the last Nerubian Nerubians King may also fall here.
Ah, the beginning of a civilization, the dimness of a civilization,
King's blood will be sprinkled all over the broken throne,
In the darkness of complete destruction, there may be a light of hope.
In short, things are unpredictable, who knows?
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