A Vision of the Apocalypse
Three hours later, on a small island near the Maelstrom of the Great Sea, Thrall, the Warchief of the Horde and the renowned Orcs, stood atop a reef, gazing at the Maelstrom before him, attempting to communicate with the elements. His mind was immersed in the ritual of communion with the elements; his entire soul and spiritual world seemed to merge with the surrounding elements, existing in a wondrous state of astral projection—a unique ability of Shaman.
But after a long while, he suddenly opened his eyes. The ritual had failed; the Elemental Spirits still did not respond to him. They remained silent, as if bound by a tremendous force, preventing them from responding.
But Thrall could sense the restlessness of the elements—anger, fanaticism, fear, and all sorts of negative emotions that were impossible to ignore; he had never seen anything like it in his entire life.
Behind him, the figure of an orc priest appeared. Draka—Thrall's mentor, and a powerful shaman, was the one who taught Thrall the ways of shamanism.
Thrall (Horde of the Warchief): "The elementals remain silent in Draka; they will not speak to me. What should I do?"
Drak (the Prophet): "You need to rest, Warchief. Everyone has their limits, and you are no exception."
Thrall (Horde the Warchief): "Look around you, the elementals are restless. I can sense a terrible storm is coming, but we have no idea where it will come from. I need answers."
As Thrall spoke with unwavering resolve, he sat down cross-legged once more, closed his eyes, and quickly entered an astral projection state once more.
Thrall (Warchief Horde): "Great Elemental Spirits, speak with me! Guide me, dispel my doubts."
Looking at Thrall, who was in a meditative state, Draka sighed and shook his head. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly felt a powerful force descending upon the area. Looking at Thrall's face, he saw that Thrall's eyes were closed, but his face was full of struggle.
Meanwhile, in Thrall's mental world, the once calm Maelstrom suddenly stirred, and then a torrent of elements surged into the sky. The four elements of wind, fire, water, and earth converged in the air, coalescing into a gigantic, pitch-black figure. It seemed to be an Elemental Lords, but far more powerful, and its appearance was completely different from that of ordinary Elemental Lords. Its twisted appearance exuded an aura of malevolent oppression.
Azathoth (Elemental King): "Is it you who called me, you insignificant Shaman? Elemental King, answer your call and tell me your purpose."
(What... what element is this?) Thrall thought in horror. He had never seen this element before. He could clearly feel the destructive power emanating from the other party. What was the Elemental King? He felt instinctively terrified, but he sensed that the other party seemed to have the answer he sought, so he asked—
Thrall (Warchief of the Horde): "Great Elemental King, I want to know the answers. Why are the elements restless? Is this world about to face another threat?"
Azathoth (Elemental King): "If you want the answer, I will give you the answer."
Azathoth suddenly pointed at him, Thrall immediately felt unable to move. His soul was violently impacted, and Thrall seemed to be in a torrent of elements. A scene appeared before his eyes, some images that seemed to come from the future.
Azathoth (Elemental King): "You and your arrogant race believe that the power of the elements can be controlled by mortals. What a naive and presumptuous idea! The truth is far beyond your imagination, and I will show you all of this."
The Elemental King roared, his voice deafening.
Azathoth (Elemental King): "The gale is poised to strike; soon, the storm will sweep across the world."
In the scene, the wind element blots out the sun, stirring up Sandstorm, Tornado, and hurricanes, destroying trees and houses, and turning the sky dark.
Azathoth (Elemental King): "The flames have long been burning fiercely; this world will be reduced to Ashes in the flames."
In the scene, fire element ignites a raging fire, turning forests and grasslands into seas of flames, and even the World Tree is burning fiercely in the flames.
Azathoth (Elemental King): "The sea is also enraged; its surging tides will flood cities and villages, washing away the filth brought by your flesh and blood."
In the scene, the tide surges up, submerging the port and bridges, and the people of the Alliance and the Horde cry out as they are swallowed by the sea.
Azathoth (Elemental King): "The earth will tremble with my wrath, walls and fortresses will crumble and tear apart, and you will have nowhere to escape and nowhere to hide."
In the scene, Stormwind City's walls and towering towers collapsed into ruins during the powerful earthquake, while Orgrimmar was ripped open with a huge fissure, the earth collapsing and burying the Orcs' homeland under mud and rocks.
Azathoth (Elemental King): "The power of the elements is unstoppable. Guided by my will, you and your insignificant race will be destroyed before the Elemental Tide. The end of mortals has come for the Son of Durotan, and you, or any flesh and blood, will be unable to stop its arrival."
In the scene, all sorts of elemental creatures surged out from the elemental rifts, engulfing the entire world like a tidal wave.
Azathoth (Elemental King): "See? This is the answer you sought, this is the future that is about to arrive. Muhahahaha! Muhahahahahaha!!!"
Amidst a burst of maniacal laughter, Thrall felt himself sink into utter despair.
"Ah!!!!" He screamed and suddenly woke up from his mental world. Before him was the calm scene of the Maelstrom, but he could already see the danger hidden beneath this calm. At this moment, he felt that his whole body was soaked in sweat.
Draka (Prophet): "Warchief, I heard your screams! What happened?"
Thrall (Warchief Horde the Horde): "Endless rage, endless fury, endless desire! The Elemental King has seized control of the elemental world! The elemental army is about to invade our world! The Elemental Tide, possessing the power to destroy everything, is coming!"
Draka (the Prophet): "What! What can we do? The Horde cannot withstand such a powerful enemy alone!"
Thrall (Warchief Horde the Warchief): "If we add the Alliance, perhaps it will be possible. Faced with such a massive crisis, we must set aside past conflicts and confront this impending doom together. It's time, time to put aside past hatred and unite, gathering the strength of the Alliance and the Horde to fight against this apocalypse."
As he spoke, his gaze fell upon the distant Maelstrom. Amidst a muffled rumble of thunder, dark clouds quietly blanketed the sky, with only a sliver of sunlight visible on the far horizon, seemingly foreshadowing something in some way.
THEEND
In his virtual office building, Xiao Yu replayed the promotional video he had already filmed, feeling increasingly satisfied with it. (Haha, I'm absolutely awesome! The Horde Warchief was terrified! Now let's see if those adventurers dare not choose me.)
Moreover, these words sound different coming from Thrall's mouth. No matter how you look at it, Azathoth, Elemental King, is several levels above Prince Spencer and Abbas the Devourer.
Ma Xiaoyun chimed in, "So, what do you think of this promotional video?"
"Great, great, I'm very satisfied. But when will this film be released?"
Ma Xiaoyun counted on her fingers, "All the promotional videos will be released together on April 1st."
Xiao Yu frowned. "What? Wouldn't that cause a clash? Although he wasn't worried that his promotional video would lose out to others, it would still divert some attention."
"Yes, there's a chance of them clashing. Of course, you can release it earlier, but promotional videos have a limited lifespan. If you release it too early, people might forget about you by the time the Demon King Tournament starts, which wouldn't be good."
Xiao Yu thought for a moment, "That makes sense, let's release them together on April 1st then."
As he spoke, Xiao Yu rubbed his hands together, already impatiently imagining the expressions on the players' faces when they saw the promotional video.