The Doomsday Prophet

The pristine white walls stand tall and imposing, and the towering towers pierce the clouds. This is Stormwind City, a magnificent city built of massive stones. It is not only the capital of the Kingdom of Stormwind but also the greatest city of humankind. As the most populous race, humans are undoubtedly the dominant force in the Alliance, and this city has become the center of power for the Alliance.

Whenever the Alliance faces a major crisis, Alliance leaders gather here to discuss countermeasures. Because there are so many crises in the Sky World, a Demon King appears every now and then, wanting to destroy the world, or rule the world, or destroy it first and then rule it, or rule it first and then destroy it. In short, he can't let the world be at peace. Therefore, the Stormwind City meeting is held frequently.

Fortunately, with the increased power of teleportation magic and the widespread availability of various advanced means of transportation, attending Alliance meetings is no longer as troublesome as it used to be.

Even so, it's rare for all the leaders of the Alliance to be present at a time. In the event of an ordinary crisis, they usually only send a few of their subordinate lords to the meeting. Only in the event of a particularly serious crisis will the leaders attend in person. The number of attendees usually indicates the severity of the crisis. Today, it's clear that a crisis has once again descended upon this world, and it seems to be an unprecedented one, because almost all the core leaders of the Alliance have gathered here.

Humans, dwarves, gnomes, Night Elf, and high elves gathered together to discuss a recent crisis—a crisis concerning elemental creatures.

For the past month, for some unknown reason, the activity of elemental creatures in this world has greatly intensified, and some strange rumors have begun to circulate in the market. Some say that a certain Volcanic Eruption, a certain city has been reduced to ruins in an earthquake, a certain port has been swallowed by a tsunami, and a typhoon has hit the eastern region.

Natural disasters have become unexpectedly frequent, and this strange phenomenon has naturally attracted people's attention.

"This matter is absolutely not to be taken lightly. Nature has already begun to react; I can sense a storm approaching," said Malfurion Stormrage, leader of the Night Elf, with deep concern during the meeting.

King Magni Bronzebeard, however, shook his head. "This is Horde conspiracy. It all came from Thrall greenskin bastard Thrall. He said the elementals will destroy the world. Ha, anyone would believe that? We don't need to pay any attention to such nonsense. These stupid Orcs can't even lie properly."

Queen Jaina of Theramore glanced at the dwarven king with disdain and said coldly, "Belittling your enemy will not elevate you. Thrall is a wise Orcs and would never lie about such a thing. And didn't you see those elemental creatures emerging from the elemental rifts? Their numbers are several times greater than in previous years; this is definitely not normal."

"Hmph, I think you've been intimidated by that Orcs, little girl. I don't need a little girl who murdered her own father to teach me a lesson." Magni was completely unconvinced.

"You!" Jaina was immediately annoyed that her past had been exposed. Magical elements gathered around her, and Esmehalda, who was sitting next to her, subconsciously moved her chair back.

"Enough!" With a bang, Varian Wrynn slammed his hand on the seat, instantly silencing the argument.

As the supreme leader of the Alliance and King Varian Wrynn of Kingdom of Stormwind, he possessed a considerable amount of authority.

He rubbed his head, feeling a bit of a headache. The title of Supreme King of the Alliance sounded impressive, but the Alliance wasn't a monolithic entity; maintaining it was truly difficult.

Night Elf and high elves dislike each other, Theramore and dwarves also have various conflicts. Even in the face of crisis, it is not easy to unite as one.

"Your Majesty, is your headache acting up again? Should we summon the royal physician?" a soft voice asked.

"No need," Varian said gratefully, glancing at Countess Prestor (Katrana also known as Onyxia, the Black Dragon Princess) beside him. "I don't think I'm that fragile."

Jaina glanced at the Countess with some hostility. She disliked this woman, even though the two were somewhat related (Jaina had almost been married off to Prestor — Katrana's father). But this woman always gave her a sense of danger.

"So, does Your Majesty think this matter deserves attention?" Jaina asked.

"The elemental agitation is obvious. As the king of a nation and the leader of the Alliance, I cannot turn a blind eye to this matter. However, it is of great importance, and we cannot draw conclusions lightly. It is still uncertain whether these anomalies are the prelude to a crisis. I have decided to dispatch an investigation team to investigate this matter—General Raymond."

"Yes, Your Majesty. What are your orders?" General Raymond, dressed in magnificent plate armor, stepped forward from behind Varian. As the commander of the Royal Guard, he was always by the king's side.

"You'll be in charge of this."

"Yes, Your Majesty. However, this matter is rather complicated. Could you perhaps allow Mephist, Dragon Knight Lord, to investigate this with me?"

Wrynn thought for a moment, and since the war with the Horde hadn't been too frequent lately, he nodded, "Okay."

Just as the meeting was about to end with a result that was not entirely satisfactory but acceptable to everyone, the sound of flapping wings suddenly caught everyone's attention. A black crow flew in through the window of the conference hall and slowly landed on the floor in the center of the hall.

Almost everyone immediately realized something was wrong. Stormwind Keep was protected by a magical barrier; not even an insect, let alone a raven, could easily get in. So, the creature was definitely not an ordinary raven.

Sure enough, after the crow landed on the floor of the conference hall, it suddenly emitted bursts of green light, its body began to grow larger, and finally slowly transformed into a person in black robes.

"Hmm, why does this scene seem so familiar?"

Marshal Maxwell, who had been listening to the meeting, wondered aloud. After carefully piecing together his memories, he finally remembered: over a decade ago, when Lordaeron was still the center of the Alliance, he had been sent as an envoy to the Kingdom of Lordaeron. There, he discussed the Scourge plague with the nobles of the old Alliance. On that very day, a mysterious figure, a raven in disguise, brought a prophecy about the end of the world. These prophecies later proved true, and the Kingdom of Lordaeron was ultimately destroyed by the Scourge. Could the same thing happen again today?

"Impossible," he thought to himself, and then—

"Your Majesty, please allow me to speak further, but the investigation is utterly pointless, for the truth will soon be revealed to you."

"What do you mean by that? Who exactly are you?" Varian looked at the mysterious man before him seriously and asked in a deep voice.

The man in black shook his head and said in a voice imbued with a mysterious and seductive power, "Who I am is unimportant. What matters is that the Alliance is facing a tremendous crisis. This world is on the verge of destruction. Chaos will rage throughout the world. The wrath of the elements is about to engulf it. Doomsday is just around the corner!"

Raymond stared blankly at the black-robed figure before him, (What the hell? Where did this guy come from? Is he about to spoil the plot?)

"Royal Guards, take this madman away!" he shouted, and several fully armed Royal Guards rushed in from outside and grabbed the black-robed man's arm.

At this moment, Marshal Maxwell suddenly stood up. "Your Majesty, I think perhaps we should let this man finish speaking."

No one heeded the prophet's words at the conference ten years later, and as a result, Lordaeron was destroyed. He certainly didn't want his country to suffer the same fate.

Jaina stood up as well. "I agree with Marshal Maxwell's opinion. Whether he's just a madman or not, it's always good to hear different opinions."

She found that the person in front of her was somewhat similar to Medivh, not in appearance, but in the mysterious and unpredictable feeling he gave off. In some ways, this person even made her more wary than Medivh.

"Hmph, I don't think so. Nonsense only disturbs the mind; there's no need to pay it any mind," the dwarf king muttered discontentedly. He opposed anything Jaina agreed to.

Varian Wrynn stared coldly at the mysterious man. The man's faint smile and flickering eyes made Varian feel inexplicably irritated. Perhaps he should listen to what the man had to say, a thought flashed through his mind. However, if the man really had some kind of doomsday prophecy, it didn't seem like a good choice to let everyone hear it in public.

He waved his hand sharply. "Take him away and lock him in the dungeon. We don't need to listen to the ramblings of a madman."

The man in black robes was taken away, but the previous peace had been broken. People began to speculate about the meaning behind his words, and the meeting ended in this atmosphere of suspicion and unease.

That evening, Varian Wrynn encountered the man in black again in the dungeon.