Transmigrating into Azeroth: I Can Summon the Fourth Calamity

In the next version, all the Old Gods will become Azeroth's dogs, and I can't stand it now.

I don't know why, but I feel that the novels published by players, except those written by big guys, always include eunuchs. Finally, I found a gamer novel that I liked. I started updating it weekly, monthly, and finally stopped updating it. Click on the author's name and you will find that this author has only written this novel. This has happened 5 times, so much so that I wonder if they were all written by the same author. This time, I was very interested in reading the introduction, but I was on guard. I clicked on the author's name first, and the result was not good - the author has only published this one novel under this pen name... In fact, I already considered the author in my heart to be the author of the gamer novels I had followed before, but considering that the author's previous writing was really good, even if I had expected that this book would be a eunuch, I still wanted to read it. But I sincerely hope that the author will stop being a eunuch!

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As we all know, Holy Light likes Tauren, Holy Light looks at idealism, and life looks at reincarnation (really cannot rely on masters), arcane magic does not accept fools, and evil energy is full (but it extremely affects the mind) All the forces affect the mind As we all know, Holy Light and Void both like Tauren, but there are subtle differences. Holy Light likes the satisfaction of casting unforgivable strong men with light to fight for themselves. Void likes other forces of Tauren and is the ultimate insult to each other.

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N'zoth must like me. I used a genuine trumpet with the gift of N'zoth to get these two things out at once. The Ancient God Shoulder has a 0.6% Chance of coming out. I will write the story of me and N'zoth

N'Zos had had a terrible afternoon. Although he was a powerful Old God, he was infected with a fever by a biological weapon carried by adventurers who broke into Ny'alotha, and the little dragon that unfortunately escaped attacked him. Those "heroes" apparently died almost immediately. But a biological weapon carried by one of them jumped through the body to N'Zoth after death. Therefore, the Dark Judge Xianesh, who survived the attack and only survived, became the person responsible for taking care of the fevered god. She didn't enjoy the job. "My God, you know the old saying, 'You should eat less to recover from illness', right?" "I'm hungry..." "That's right, but I'll say it again for the thirteenth time: to reduce the fever, it's best not to let you eat." "You want to deprive you of your god's will?" "You let me Get healthy as soon as possible, right?" "... I did say that." "So, what is the fastest way?" "I must not eat until the fever subsides?" "That's right, N'Zoth," Xianesh showed a proud smile and raised his thumb to indicate to the Lord of the Abyss. She finally trapped him between appetite and illness. "I'm hungry..." Needless to say, her joy quickly faded. Soon, the nightmare weaver finally fell asleep while coughing, but he himself had never dreamed for such a long time. The dream was anything but happy, almost as dark as the nightmare he had given the humans of Azeroth. In the dream, N'Zos turned into a small fish, flying around the world by relying on bubbles wrapped in water. This "little fish in the dream" saw the colors of the world: Dragonblight was like a light blue glacier, Felwood was an enchanting dark green, and the Kazalan jungle was a strange purple... All places were vivid and bright before his eyes. Then, these colors all died. In the dream, N'Zoth was trapped in his own bubble, floating in the endless dark desert. There is no life between heaven and earth: no trees, no living things, not even a dead branch. Just obsidian grains of sand and a starless, silent night. At this time, Yu'er's fate took a turn for the worse. When it was drifting in this emptiness, thinking about why it came here, and fell into such an empty, lonely, and nothing world, suddenly, a ray of light flashed. There is another voice. "N'Zoth," it whispered. The little fish couldn't answer because it had no vocal cords. "It was you who assassinated me. It was precisely because of your existence that I suffered that heart-rending death and was separated from my son, my people, and my kingdom forever." Another flash of light, also accompanied by a voice: "Because of you, I lost everything! I spent my life to destroy you, but in the process I also lost everything I ever cared about... I lost all my relatives. They are all yours. Wrong!" The third light appeared, the light was light green, slightly larger than the first two, but the voice was much softer: "Are you proud of what you have done? The destruction and death that will come, are all these in your imagination? " These voices gathered around him one after another into a roaring wave, screaming abuses and whispering accusations, making N'Zoth almost indistinguishable in his dream. Occasionally, he could catch a few independent words: "You forced me to practice destruction on this world, and I swore to protect it!" "You took away my family!" "You destroyed my home!" "You are doing everything for the sake of destruction?" "The work of the ancient gods is difficult. Isn't Tao protecting, caring for, and helping their believers, instead of letting them go crazy and conquer world after world for you?" "What kind of world do you want to create?" A beam of black light suddenly flew towards N'Zoth, bursting his bubbles, penetrating his fish-shaped bones, and causing severe burning pain. Then, another beam of light came, and then another, and another. Each impact was like pouring gasoline on his fragile guts, igniting a fire of pain that he couldn't calm down until the next blow came. In a trance, N'Zoth woke up screaming in pain. Obviously, all the creatures in Nyalosa heard the howl, and they were secretly glad: this god was either crazy or dying. Even if he is not popular, his converts would rather see him dead than alive. In the initial blur of consciousness, those few sentences were still echoing intermittently in N'Zoth's mind: "Is this the world you want to create?" He is a god, and Y'Shaarj has also witnessed his power! N'Zoth vaguely remembers the scene when he and the other ancient gods co-lorded Azeroth... It was not a happy memory. Compared with C'Thun's weird eyeball monster, he never fully agreed with the actions of his colleagues. The only way to build an empire was through death and suffering. But now, he is copying what he did back then, rebuilding the inhumane world again. But the other ancient gods have been destroyed... Why did he act like this again? Still want to please them? "My Lord, are you okay?" Just as his thoughts were in confusion, Shanesh, who had finished his hibernation, asked with concern. N'Zoth has no funny face and can only express his emotions by waving his tentacles. "I am better than ever. This high fever of mine has given me... Insight." "Oh? Dare I ask what insight is?" "We need to change our original policy," the god said in an extremely serious tone. "We will no longer let Azeroth suffer from the ancient gods. On the contrary, I will protect this world and make it better to make up for what my companions and I once brought. Trauma." "Uh, okay?" The hesitant tormentor shrugged, "Since it is your will, I have to obey it. So, what should we do?" Unfortunately, the next day, a group of adventurers who had no idea that N'zoth had changed his mind rushed into Ny'alotha and killed everything they saw: believers, attendants, and every living thing including the god himself. They failed to believe the ignored whispers: Could the Old God's intentions change in a single day? Just think of it as a trick - no one would easily believe that a god waiting to be slaughtered suddenly changed his nature. However, a seed of wavering still quietly took root in the hearts of those "heroes". Next time, they might ask themselves: Is this really the case? Put it here, you can read this short story if you like

If it is just a game, there is no problem with the Alliance and Tribes, but if it is a real universe, after experiencing the Orc War, if you, as a world projection, say something for the Horde or say that the Horde is not guilty (this tribe is only for greenskins), I am afraid that not all of them will be beaten for you😂 Especially, in the real situation of Stratholme, the same is true for supporting Uther😂 Please come up with an effective plan to deal with the two idiots.

I'll go book Holy Light Big Dick and save monthly tickets for you 😆 Does this count as ntr?

Azeroth's real name is Ayn Hara now 🙂