Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

In the temple towering over the small island in the middle of Lake Tyre, the half-kneeling Thorim's body was shaking slowly.

The fossil layer covering the surface of the body began to crack due to the long-term crouching. Under the excited gaze of the villagers of Brunhilde and Sylud, Thorim, who had been sleeping for many years, finally stood up again in the temple.

At that time, the Frost Vrykul who followed Thorim to settle in the Tirisfal Glades had long since degenerated, and now these humans are their descendants for countless generations.

Even though Thorim never answered their prayers, under the guidance of Brunhilde, the immortal, the village of Silud still retained its devout belief in the Lord of Storms.

Thorim, who had just woken up, was still in a trance, and among the crowd of humans kneeling all over the ground, the three standing alone were particularly conspicuous.

Are you... Andrea?

Thorim patted his head roughly, as if he wanted to wake up from his slumber as soon as possible.

Yes. Andrea said with a smile, Congratulations, Thorim, the long sleep is finally over.

Is it long...

Thorim smiled wryly and shook his head, It seems like an ordinary sleep to me, what time is it now?

Using the record method of the Night Republic, it is now 7570 of the New Kadorei Calendar, and you have been asleep for about 2,000 years.

Thorim shook his head, looking curiously at a group of strangers around him.

Who are these? Human? Where are my followers?

Thorim had seen primitive humans when he migrated to the vicinity of Tyr's Tomb, but he didn't expect that he would wake up from a deep sleep surrounded by a group of humans.

Brunhilde stood up, looked up at Thorim and said, Dear Lord of Storms, the group of people who are paying homage to you today are the descendants of the group of followers you left behind.

The curse of the flesh and blood of the ancient gods has affected us. After 2,000 years of evolution, we have gradually become what we are today.

Thorim was a little dizzy. He looked at Brunhilde's familiar yet unfamiliar face and asked hesitantly, You are... Brunhilde? What happened in the past 2,000 years?

...

Brunhilde spent a lot of time explaining the degeneration of the Frost Vrykul to Thorim. With the descendants of the Iron Vrykul brought to Tirisfal Glades by Tyr as a reference, Thorim quickly accepted it. this fact.

Okay, let's not talk about this question first.

Thorim temporarily gave up thinking deeply, I feel a familiar breath from my deep sleep. Has anything happened recently?

Brunhilde turned his eyes to look at Andrea beside him, and Andrea immediately took over the words knowingly and said, Something did happen.

The earth spirits and mechanical gnomes of Uldaman escaped. They opened the passage to Uldaman. I have sent people to find the entrance.

When the dwarves and gnomes left, they did not exit through the fully enclosed front door, but through a hidden escape passage in the middle of the wasteland.

Before the gnomes and dwarves left, the location of this passage was just an ordinary rock, and the mechanism made by the mechanical gnomes blocked outsiders from peeping at Uldaman.

But the dwarves and gnomes who left Uldaman had already lost most of their memory due to the curse of flesh and blood. They didn't know how to re-operate the mechanism to re-block the secret passage, so they simply made some cover-ups and left the barren land to go north.

Thorim's mount and partner, the proto-dragon mother Vilanas also slept with her master for 2,000 years.

Thorim woke her up immediately after waking up, and Veranas and Onyxia drove Andrea and others all the way south along the coastline in the west of Silverpine Forest.

After passing through the Arathi highlands and wetlands, Andrea and his party entered Loch Modan, and under the guidance of the scouts sent by Prism, they went to the barren land and found the half-open escape passage.

Um……

Thorim looked at the entrance of this narrow passage with some embarrassment. As a last resort, he could only lower the height of his body through transformation, and became about 2 meters taller than Andrea.

Although the proto-dragon mother Veranas has wisdom, she is not as capable of transforming as Onyxia, and Thorim temporarily left her to patrol the sky over the barren land.

Under the leadership of Thorim, Aurora, who saw the Titan ruins for the first time, followed Andrea into Uldaman with bright eyes, while Onyxia watched the layout of the underground palace hopefully.

At this time, Uldaman did not activate a large number of earthen guards and obsidian sentries as Andrea remembered.

The recently awakened earth spirits have left Uldaman, and the semi-dormant obsidian structures will only start to move when Andrea and others approach.

The energy fluctuation of the Titan Guardian was detected, and the expulsion began according to the predetermined procedure.

Thorim's face was a little displeased, Expulsion? What the hell are those mechanical gnomes doing? Why do you write this level even though you know that the visitor is a titan guardian?

Heh~ Andrea was not surprised by this, Let's think about it from the perspective of Azadas and Elonaya.

When they left Ulduar, they thought that the entire furnace of will had fallen completely, and the guardians had become the puppets of Loken and Yogg-Saron. It is understandable that they would order the mechanical gnomes to write down such defense orders.

Thorim put his hand on the head of the obsidian structure, and a burst of intense lightning flashed.

Error, error, program rewriting... The rewriting is complete, welcome to Uldaman, respected Storm Guardian Thorim.

For titan-forged, the Guardian's authority is absolute.

Even Thorim, who is not good at this kind of work, can easily cover the orders written by the mechanical gnomes. This shows that Uldaman's defense is not as strong as Azadas and Elonaya thought.

However, it may also be that Thorim does not have the breath of the ancient gods on him, and the obsidian sentinel did not activate the final defense program.

In short, under Thorim's head-to-head killing all the way, Andrea and others came to a hall with a large number of miniature architectural models.

An obsidian structure with a door key in its hand was tamed by Thorim, and respectfully handed over the key, and told Thorim exactly how to open the door.

Crack!

As a scepter-shaped key was inserted into the model in the center of the map hall, a closed door deep in the map hall slowly opened.

A giantess with her eyes closed was standing inside the door, as if she had entered a dormant state, and the sound of opening the door did not wake her up immediately.

The disturbing information from the outside world began to pour into the giantess' sleeping hall, and it didn't take long for the giantess to open her blue eyes full of arcane brilliance.

Who dares to trespass on Uldaman? Guards! Guards...

Eronnaya, it's me.

Thorim looked at the giantess who called out to the guards like a frightened bird with some emotion.

Alonaya looked at the little thing under his feet in astonishment for a moment, and then said with a gloomy face, ...Thorim? Are you here to destroy us on behalf of Loken?