"Tick-tock... Tick tock..."

The water dripping from the top of the rock layer hit the already weathered stone platform, and at the bottom of the stone platform, the historical picture of the Nilub Worm people carefully carved by the spider craftsmen has been somewhat blurred, and in the passage of time, even the greatest civilization will become pale, from prosperity to silence, it may be thousands of years, or tens of thousands of years. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But in the long course of time, they are as small as dust drifting with the waves, meaningless.

Just like the once majestic castle, after tens of millions of years, it will be turned into piles of ruins by the wind and sand, time, this is the greatest and most ruthless existence.

The deepest part of Eldraine Nirub was a completely suspended platform, and the spiders used uncanny techniques and countless cobwebs to hang the heavy platform in the dark and silent air, hollowing out everything around it, and the bottom of it leading into the coldest underground river, as quiet as an abyss.

No joy, no sorrow, no despair, no memories, nothing... That's what the abyss really means.

"Whew..."

Anubarak, resting on the stone platform, let out a heavy breath, like a storm sweeping over this silent platform, without a trace of dust on it, and for countless years, tens of thousands of candles and incense made of the grease of giant beasts have been lit here, shining all this darkness as bright as the kingdom of God.

Even creatures born and dead in the dark have an extraordinary attachment to light.

When it was young, blowing out those candles with its breath was its favorite play, although each extinguishing of the candle meant that the attendants who could not be extinguished would be flogged once, one of the most painful punishments in the harsh kingdom of Nirub, and the Spider Elders were not merciful to those who dared to break the law.

In Ankahet's execution hall, the long whip intertwined with shadow energy only needs one whip to completely lose control of the most powerful spider warrior in his body, and that kind of feeling is absolutely no one wants to try it a second time.

However, even the strictest Spider Demon Elder will choose to ignore Anubrak's actions, because in its body, it flows the noblest blood of Nirub, and it means that it will become the master of the entire dark kingdom and the king of the underground world.

And the strongest!

The mysterious Yaki Worm Empire has long since disappeared from time, but its gift to the Spider Demons has not been extinguished after thousands of years, and Anubarak is the product of this gift, the Crypt Lord, the true nobility of the Aki Worm Empire, and the ruler family of the Nirub Spider Demon Kingdom.

There is no need to say more about how powerful the pure bloodline of the Crypt Lord is, just an objective fact is enough to show this, after Anubarak came of age, his recipe included all the creatures in the whole of Northrend... Yes, including dragons.

The creatures that feed on dragons, just thinking about it is enough to send shivers down the spine.

But even with that strength, when the dark army of Naozu swept through the whole of Northrend, and when Eldraine Nirub was attacked, it still suffered defeat.

Anubarak still remembers that battle, he led one of the strongest legions in the entire Spider Demon Kingdom, directly attacked the Ice Throne from the ground, they raided all the way, nothing could stop the infinite brute force of the Crypt Lord, under the claws of Anubrak, all the minions of Naozu suffered a shameful defeat.

Until he came to the Ice Throne, covered in blood but almost invincible, Anubarak challenged the old soul sealed in the ice cube of 10,000 years.

In that battle, Neozu attacked it from the soul level, Tikdios pinned it down, and the other Dreadlords flanked it, but even in that situation, Anubaraq fought until the last moment, he killed at least 3 Dreadlords, and his roar and rage made Tikdios terrified.

But in the end, he fell before the Ice Throne... That battle, it was glorious, it was the funeral of a king, and it was supposed to be the end of everything.

He should have died there with glory, and then been remembered by the Nirub Spider Demon on the obelisk of history, but when his heavy and invincible body stood up again, all glory was gone from him.

Frost covered his hard carapace, darkness filled his body, life had left him, but death had ruled over him, and he had to bow down to the stronger soul, and then take his also resurrected men back to his kingdom.

It's exactly what Alsace did... But Anubrak's experience was decidedly crazier, and when he re-entered Eldraine Nirub, who was still stubbornly resisting the undead scourge, all the candles on the Hanging Throne were extinguished...

Yes, that's what those candles are all about, and as long as they're burning, the flame of Nilub Spider's civilization will still exist.

The extinguishing of those candles, no longer the naughty smile of childhood, never as heavy as that moment.

Anubarak watched all this happen, and even joined in, without sadness, without despair... Only a heart that no longer beats, and a cold, silent soul.

From that day on, the Crypt Lord kept his mouth shut forever, and he became quiet, like a worm, lurking in the dark, hunting in the dark, because of the command of the dark will, setting off a storm of flesh and blood throughout the world.

He had no glory left, and he didn't need that thing anymore.

No one will disturb Anubarak in the now dark ruins of Eldraine Nirub, who is still the master of the place, resting and recuperating from his wounds on the throne where the flame of hope has been extinguished... Maybe they can think and remember, but no one knows.

"Click... Click"

There were footsteps, shouts of killing, and the sound of the closed stone gate coming from far and near, completely breaking the silence of the suspended throne, Anubarak, who was lying on the throne, trembled, and the power of his body flowed in his limbs, and the next moment, a body like a hill stood up from the stone platform.

The sharp horns covered with heavy blue frost shook in the air for a moment, and then the cold blue eyes opened, and the sound of low breathing... Like the coldest storm in the Northlands, it swept through everything around it, and the Hanging Throne was covered in an elite layer of frost, and then slid under Anubrak's forelimbs, tearing out patches of blue snowflakes.

His forelimbs are thick and sharp, like dark blue siege cones, and the horns in front of him are harder than rock and steel, and he relies on the edge and great strength of these forelimbs to easily tear apart the necks of those dragons who are not careful enough, and on the forelimbs, there are also armbands made by two spider demon craftsmen, engraved with ancient and mysterious spider runes, and on the sharp horns above his head, there are also countless roars of unjust souls, and when he stands up, the entire air of the suspended throne has become dangerous.

This is Anubrak, the most powerful Crypt Lord, the sharpest axe of the Undead Scourge, and under its oppression, all beings must submit in fear.

Today... A new challenger is coming!

"Bang"

The stone gate to the Hanging Throne was pushed open, and the two giant stone doors that had existed since the dawn of the Nirub civilization were smashed inward with an irresistible force, splashing countless debris and dust, and in the darkness and dust, three figures appeared in the glimmer of the entrance.

Old Ferding held a slightly trembling Shadow Sorrow, the cold-faced Lotherma Theron and the equally indifferent Rogerio Chase stood beside him, Maxner's huge body stood in front of the door, and Eldraine Nirub's spider undead were frantically attacking the mother of tarantulas, but they were at an absolute disadvantage under Maxner's equally frantic slashing.

Although not as powerful as Anubrak, Maxner's ability to be specially placed in the floating fortress of Naxxramas by the former Kelthugad is enough to show its deterrent and combat effectiveness, and it is worth mentioning that above Maxner's head, the old dwarf Brian Copperbeard is clinging to the bone spurs on the top of the tarantula's head, and from time to time throwing out a cloud of explosives from his hand to resist those black spider demons falling from the sky.

As an explorer, old Brian should not have appeared on the battlefield of such a raid, but his great curiosity once again hurt him, and when he found that there was no way back, the plague tarantula that terrified him became Brian's best defense.

Between death and fear, Brian still used his hands and feet to climb on top of Maxner's head, but the next battle was really something he couldn't participate in.

"Whoosh"

Lotherma's way of greeting was always so special, when reuniting with his "friend" not long ago, the dark ranger raised his hand and greeted him with a powerful Chimera shot, the carved unusually perfect white bone arrow shining with dark light in the air, the distance of hundreds of meters was almost fleeting, and the speed of the long arrow that whistled away even left the sound far behind.

But Anubarak just stretched out his forelimbs and waved lightly, and a spark exploded on his forelimbs, so bright in the darkness, he was not only powerful, but also had the same size of creatures, and the reaction speed that was impossible to have, the two combined into one, creating a real formidable enemy like Anubarak, the Crypt Lord.

"Boom"

The golden flame pierced the darkness, carrying the body of Old Ferdin, through the area around the Hanging Throne, the dense cobwebs that were almost completely invisible in the darkness, like a golden streamer, at the moment when the light faded, a touch of golden-blue demonic edge lit up above Anubarak's head, Old Ferdin's white hair was blown backwards, his body was like a protruding arc, the moment he jumped in the air, all the kinetic energy, all the power, were perfectly gathered on the Shadow Sorrow Battle Axe.

"Bang"

The huge forelimbs and the tomahawk collided together, and a slash mark appeared on Anubarak's war-scarred forelimb, as well as the mysterious armband, which was also completely shattered by the blow.

Four rifts appeared on the floor of the Hanging Throne where the Crypt Lord's limbs stood, and under the tremendous force that Old Fording continued to exert under the pressure, the rifts began to spread in all directions.

This carried the throne of the tens of thousands of years of civilization of the Nirub Spider Demon, and in this battle, it began to collapse, just like the history of the Spider Demon Kingdom that had already collapsed.

"Whoosh"

Orange light and shadow splashed, and Anubrak's head was deflected outward by the impact of the light arrow at this moment, and on the carapace above his head, an impact depression had appeared, and the light arrow shattered his hard shell, and black blood flowed out of it.

At the edge of the suspended throne not far away, the indifferent Rogerio Chaser had once again pulled out the delicate and gorgeous starlight longbow in his hand like a work of art, and at the moment when the bowstring was pulled away, another brilliant orange arrow of light automatically appeared between Roglio's fingers.

The High Elf Ranger, with a black blindfold and a scar on his face, was silent and didn't have much presence, but the moment he pulled out his bow, even an existence like Anubarak would feel a boiling threat.

"Whoosh"

The light arrow flew out, and at the same time there was another white bone arrow, death did not make Lotherma weak, on the contrary, this Ranger Lord, hardened by the grinding of death, like a truly sharpened blade, was holding high and slashing at Anubrak's neck.

The Crypt Lord tried to dodge, but under the hindrance of Fording and Shadow Sorrow, its blocking action was obviously deformed, and the light arrow grazed his eyes and pierced into the carapace under his face, while the bone arrow squeezed into the belly of the Crypt Lord along the junction between the carapaces, and most of the arrow's body pierced into his body.

Just the horn of the beginning of the battle has completely brought the battle to a fever pitch, and the last Nirub Spider King may also fall here on the throne that gave birth to the first king of the Nirub Spider Demon.

Ah, the beginning of a civilization, the bleakness of a civilization,

The blood of kings will be sprinkled all over the broken throne,

In the darkness of total destruction, there may also be a burst of hope.

In short, the world is impermanent, who knows?