In the summer of the 27th year of the Warcraft calendar, Azeroth was surging, the awakening of the Lich King blew the horn of war, like the winter breath of Northrend, blowing all over the glacier, and careerists who feared that the world would not be chaotic appeared on the scene, and politicians who turned black and white upside down began to lobby for their own interests, but in a small and inconspicuous territory on the edge of the undead holy city of Enqira, as if isolated from the world, it was full of quiet and peaceful, cave-dwelling spider demons weaving webs in the bright sun, and bloodthirsty ghouls carved strange "works of art" in the square , Goblins and gnomes in the laboratory are frantically tapping on the keyboard, and mysterious ghost towers have quietly erected on the originally vast ice field. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The 100-square-meter Gothic-vaulted room is an office designed by Fuji himself, transparent and bright, and the sunlight casts colorful light through the crystal ice, shining on the bronze parchment, which is refreshing, but the content of the letter makes the sunny boy frown slightly.

This is a letter from the son of the Goblin Prince, the letter says that the Lich King's troops have set off, and no one knows where this ancient chariot will go, whether it is the other side of victory or the abyss of defeat? The goblin side was originally optimistic about the undead side, but the Lich King was too proud to look down on the goblins at all, and directly made the goblin envoy who visited him into an undead mummy, which completely angered Prince Garrison, and the goblins announced that they had sent the Storm Ripper to teach the arrogant Lich King a lesson.

Fuji scolded secretly: "Changing a pig is better than it"

The natural disaster forces in history were destroyed in just 10 years because they sent troops to Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdom at the same time, and were counterattacked by the good camps all over the world. Otherwise, with Azeroth's corpse reserve and the dead heroes, even if he can't unify the world, it will be difficult to divide the world.

If the skin does not exist, the hair will be attached, the Lich King will lose, and he can find a corner where no one is there and make a comeback, but the undead forces like himself will suffer, and they will inevitably be liquidated by the good camp.

Lucifer: "It's not stupid, you don't know what the world is behind the Necronomicon, the living are like the Wood of Fire to the dead, it certainly wants as much fuel as possible, and once it masters the Necronomicon Gate, all of Azeroth will be reduced to a dead country."

The two of them rubbed their temples unconsciously: "Excuse me, can your brother talk in front of others, and walk to make a little noise?"

The huge demon spirit floated behind Fuji in the form of a half-imaginary body, and because it was daytime, it only looked funny.

Lucifer said arrogantly: "I am a bound spirit, your back is my home, if I don't live at home, will I wander outside?"

"Okay, tell me where the pages are?" Fuji finally decided to go find the Necromantic Pages, or Lucifer would probably keep nagging.

"Since you have asked sincerely, then Lord Ben will be merciful and wait for you to ask me to tell you again" Lucifer raised his head slightly at a 45° elevation angle.

No. 2 has a black line, and there are faint green tendons bursting out of his temples: "If you don't talk well, I'll soak the sorrow of frost in."

Lucifer immediately obediently floated in front of Fuji: "Bad taste, there are three chapters in the book, the situation was critical, in order to avoid the search of the Lich King, I hid them in the bones of the undead, but my blood is integrated into the Book of the Undead, so I can sense its location." “

"And I can feel that one of them is on you."

Fuji immediately denied: "Well, it's impossible", and he hasn't had surgery, so how can he hide books in his bones.

But Lucifer glanced Fuji from head to toe and saw that he was chilling: "It's really unbelievable, in order to prevent the accidental loss of the pages, I deliberately selected three giant undead with very hard bones from the Lich King's psychic laboratory, one is a rotten angel, one is a gravedigger, and one is a nine-headed ogre stitching monster, but my induction tells me that the page is on you." “

A flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, and when I heard him say the word ogre, I suddenly thought of the mysterious blue bone mallet that I had obtained from the ogre lord.

"Is this it?" said the blue mallet engraved with frost runes.

"That's it, give it to me," Lucifer pounced on the hungry tiger and snatched the drumstick.

I don't know what it did, the blue runes of the drumstick suddenly lit up, emitting a bright light, and when the light was extremely bright, it suddenly dimmed, as if the seal had been opened, and a page slowly floated out of the drumstick, gold-edged parchment, just suspended in the air, and Lucifer stared at it with a complicated expression.

"Quick, drip your blood on it, only the soul-complete undead can activate it"

Hearing this, Fuji bit his middle finger and slowly leaned his bitten finger over, and the moment the beads of blood the size of a grain of rice touched the page, Fuji's eyes went dark, and his entire mind was sucked into an incomparably large dead space, and from a height of 10,000 meters, he saw that everywhere he saw was shrouded in a gray mist representing death.

As if disturbed by the outside world, two huge dragon-shaped pillars of air rose from the gray mist, breaking through the sky, and suddenly turning towards Fuji, Fuji is a virtual body at the moment, theoretically speaking, it is like a high-dimensional alien who has opened the perspective of God, but the air wave still rushed into his body, it was an indescribable feeling, and in an instant it seemed to see a lot of brilliant runes, and the lines of secret words and laws flowed in front of him, and then the space in front of him changed from the dead world to a distorted line composition, and everything became real under the fog, a magnificent strange palace, a strange structure, and a mysterious and strange data flow, the massive amount of information almost overwhelmed his consciousness.

Maybe a second passed, maybe a few light years passed, and the spirit of Fuji finally returned to peace, and the world of Azeroth suddenly disappeared, and a newborn Death Knight appeared in the Necronomicon Realm, the only difference was that in his eyes, lines of fluorescent data streams floated by.

A hint of insight came to mind: "True Sight of the Dead Eye: The Book of Necrons bestows abilities, ranks, and legendary levels." The maker of the Book of Necronomicon is unknown, the legend is that it is the world's most evil consciousness aggregate accidentally, I don't know how it was artificially destroyed, in order to aggregate the pages of the Necronomicon Book, the spirit of the Necronomicon spontaneously consumes the power of the Necronomicon plane, and opens a special ability for the owner, the rank is automatically positioned at the legendary level, due to the observation of a large amount of otherworldly knowledge in the host's spiritual sea, and the nature of the positioning of heterogeneous knowledge is data, so the host is endowed with a special vision that can transform the necromantic world into data, and the power is higher than that of the host above the third level is unobservable. ”