Spoilers Right in Your Faces
Shen Yuan floated in mid-air, scanning the renowned heroes and bosses around him.
He could sense the suspicion and wariness in the hearts of these characters. He could also sense that they were suppressing their power and emotions. Among the people present, there were many enemies, even mortal enemies. Even if they were not dead enemies, they were usually hostile. The Alliance and the Horde, the Scourge, the Naga, the Blood Elf, and the Illidari Council all had conflicts of interest. Normally, they would have already started fighting.
However, because everyone was wary of each other and couldn't see the situation clearly, no one made a move for the time being. But now, because of his appearance, everyone has a common goal. If his answer cannot satisfy these people, then the consequences will obviously be terrible—very terrible. Even he is in some danger facing the power of so many heroes and demon kings.
But he wouldn't fail. He had put in so much effort and planned so much, all for this day. So he would perform according to the plan. Shen Yuan took a deep breath and a mysterious smile appeared on his face.
"Good evening, everyone, heroes and villains. You must be wondering why, after accepting my summons and being teleported to this place, you see so many people, and perhaps even your enemies among them. Some of you might be speculating that this is some kind of conspiracy. I can assure you that there is no conspiracy."
The answer is actually quite simple: because in a sense, you've all come here for the same reason.
That is to find the answer to the question deep in your heart. You feel confused about your life, you are bothered by your experiences, there are too many things in the past that you cannot let go of, and you also have too much confusion and fear of the unknown about the future.
Even if you are the King of Stormwind City, the Warchief of the Horde, or the Lich King of the Scourge, or the ruler of the Black Temple, you can still feel this unease, this feeling that your destiny is not in your own hands, as if an invisible hand is manipulating your lives, instilling fear in your hearts. Am I right?
No one answered, but no one denied it either. Upon hearing Shen Yuan's words, everyone present showed a thoughtful expression. As key characters in the plot, none of them were ordinary people. They all possessed a certain level of wisdom and shrewdness, and naturally, they could sense something was amiss in their daily lives. However, no one could clearly explain what was wrong.
"What exactly is this invisible hand you're talking about? I do sometimes have that feeling, so do you know the answer?" Sylvanas asked.
"Your feelings are not wrong. There is indeed an invisible hand controlling your destiny. Your tragic lives and the fate of your people are, in a sense, preordained stories. You are merely passively carrying them out. You may not even know why you made those choices in the first place, or perhaps, when the time came, you found you had no other choice. Azshara, when you built the portal and allowed Sargeras to enter the Sky World, did you really not consider the consequences?"
Azshara snorted coldly, "Hmph, why bring this up after all this time?" As she spoke, Azshara noticed that a group of people around her were staring at her.
She sighed and said, "Well, if that's what you say, then I was indeed influenced by some external factors at that time, including—a command from God."
The fact that Azshara seduced the Burning Legion under the orders of an oracle shocked everyone present.
"Then Arthas, what was your purpose in ordering the destruction of Stratholme?"
"Well, everything I know tells me that Stratholme has been completely corrupted by the Scourge plague, so—but so what? I now possess unprecedented power. Ner'zhul's power and wisdom are in my hands. Before this pure power, the past is nothing." Arthas said with a stubborn tone.
"Oh, you speak with such confidence. Have you truly obtained all of Ner'zhul's memories and wisdom? In that case, I'd like to introduce you to an old friend."
Shen Yuan gestured for them to proceed.
A man dressed in black robes walked up to Shen Yuan. "Long time no see, Arthas. Perhaps you still remember my voice; I have whispered in your ear countless times."
The sound jolted Arthas.
He certainly remembered that voice; it was etched into his memory.
"No, this is impossible, you are Ner'zhul!?"
These words immediately caused a sensation. Ner'zhul? The former Lich King? Wasn't that guy merged with Arthas?
The crowd stared at Ner'zhul with surprise and disbelief.
Ner'zhul patiently explained, "What you have received are merely fragments of my memories. The real me was once forced to obey a terrible being, but at the moment of my death, I was finally freed from the shackles of fate. Now I am free, young human prince. I regret to inform you that compared to this freedom, your so-called power is utterly insignificant. I am sorry to burden you with this responsibility, but the Lich King must exist."
Freedom? A look of confusion flashed in Arthas's eyes; the word was so foreign to him.
Shen Yuan then looked at Sylvanas. "I bet you're furious with Arthas and Ner'zhul, but there's no need for that. Their actions are all controlled by others. Arthas and the Lich King are nothing more than puppets being manipulated."
"Controlled by others? You mean the Burning Legion?" Sylvanas asked with a sneer.
"Hmph, the Burning Legion has long since lost control of me. But I'm quite curious, Mysterious Man, what exactly do you mean by me being controlled? I'm not being controlled by anyone."
Hahaha, you're really overthinking it. Shen Yuan snapped his fingers, and another person walked out this time: Naiser.
"I am Naiser, the current commander of the Burning Legion —theoretically, that's how it is. Although Kil'jaeden and Archimonde don't listen to me, and the Void Demons are two-faced, legally speaking, I should be the leader of the Burning Legion. I can say with certainty that, strictly speaking, we are merely following orders."
Naiser, Lord of Purgatory! Naiser is quite a figure, and many people know him.
"Who could be more powerful than the Burning Legion? Could it be the Elemental King?" Varian guessed.
Shen Yuan snapped his fingers again, and Xiao Yu stepped forward. "Are you all talking about me?"
"The Elemental King!" Thrall exclaimed.
"Azathoth!" Varian roared.
Varian, Thrall, and the others gasped in surprise.
"I'm sorry, both of you. I destroyed Orgrimmar and Stormwind City, but I was just following orders. I tried my best to minimize civilian casualties; otherwise, with my power at the time, I could have wiped out all the civilians in those two cities. I was going to try to negotiate with you, but you refused, so there's nothing I can do."
Varian and Thrall looked extremely grim, but they both knew this was true; they had indeed had the opportunity to save their respective cities, but—
"Even the Destroyer has to obey orders? Hmph, that's impossible. Perhaps you'll say the next second that everything in this world is predetermined?" Kael'thas asked coldly.
Shen Yuan nodded. "You must find this hard to believe, but in fact, not only were the events that happened before planned, but your future fates have also been predetermined. If you are interested, I can show you."
As he spoke, he snapped his fingers, and with a snap, a book appeared before each person.
Curious, everyone picked up the books in front of them and flipped through them. The title was—"Sky World Plot Design Outline".
Everyone suspiciously opened their books and began to read them.
At the beginning, everyone's expressions were solemn because the book recorded their experiences and encounters in detail. Some of these events could not be told by anyone else, such as the stories that Arthas and Jaina had to tell, some of the secret conversations between Illidan and Azshara, and Thrall's experiences as a slave.
This book covers everything in great detail.
However, they could still barely remain calm at this point, but as the story progressed and the timeline shifted to the future, they could no longer stay calm.
"This, how is this possible? I was actually killed by Tirion Fordring, that old fox, at the Frozen Throne? And what the hell is Ashbringer?" Arthas exclaimed.
"This is ridiculous! Maiev Shadowsong defeated me with the help of a bunch of adventurers. Excuse my rudeness, but that woman was no match for me. What? Akama betrayed me? Hey, you're not really planning to betray me, are you, Akama?" Illidan said, looking at Akama.
Akama hurriedly waved his hand, "I swear I absolutely didn't mean that." As he spoke, Akama glanced at the book in his hand, his face showing a mixture of joy and worry. He was happy that he seemed to have finally ended Illidan's rule, but worried that Illidan seemed to know about his secret plot now.
Kael'thas was even more somber, his end was even more tragic. He was first killed in Tempest Keep, then resurrected at the Sunwell and joined Kil'jaeden, and then killed again. Damn, my story is just too tragic.
"Huh, I ended up becoming the Warchief of the Horde? I like this storyline." Sylvanas's eyes lit up. Vol'jin was dead, huh? She'd disliked that Troll for a long time, but Varimathras betraying her was a bit unexpected—damn, what's so unexpected about that? Didn't the Dreadlord love betraying others?
"What Theramore was destroyed by the Horde? Thrall, how are you going to explain this?" Jaina looked at Thrall with a resentful expression.
There were various reactions, but overall, dissatisfaction and complaints were the majority. After all, the fates of everyone present in the book (especially the BOSS) were not good. The BOSS was basically killed, and even many heroes died tragically.
"I can swear all of this is true, and at least based on the current situation, most of these things will happen," Shen Yuan said with a smile. "However, it's not entirely impossible to stop it from happening."