Kapitel 1: Chapter 1. Bureaucrats, officials and other worthy demons
Consciousness returned slowly. It was very difficult to think about anything; there was impenetrable darkness all around. Individual incoherent thoughts flashed and immediately went out in the surrounding darkness; I really wanted to sleep. The cozy, warm darkness was not at all conducive to fuss, and drowsiness rolled in more and more persistently. But suddenly something changed. Distant sounds broke through into the surrounding darkness, incomprehensible, merging into a homogeneous hum, but they seemed to become closer. I wanted to get closer to the source of the sound and silence it so that it would not interfere with such a sweet dream. The sound was getting closer and closer, and heat was added to it, the source of which was in the same place as the sound. At some point, the inaudible roar turned into a roar of flame and the crackling of hot stone. I tried to stop, but it was too late. There was a red light ahead, and before I could be scared, I flew straight into it.
There was no pain. I found myself in some kind of hall, or even a cave, the walls and floor of which consisted of granite slabs, my vision was blurry, but I could swear that I saw rivers of hot lava flowing in the distance. And right in front of me stood a demon, one and a half times taller than me. Huge, curved back horns, red metal armor covering the torso, shoulders and legs, huge hooves and muscular arms, the fingers of which end in such claws that not every dagger can compare. And of course the wings, powerful leathery wings, also shimmering red in the twilight of the giant cave. Streams of black smoke seemed to be escaping from the demon's eyes, but his skin was not red at all, quite a normal light shade, well, maybe a little gray.
What is this, Hell? Did I go to Hell?! How is this possible?!
But the demon did not pay attention to me, looking somewhere to the side. I tried to turn around, but realized that I couldn't do it. The body didn't listen! However, after a second, it still began to turn, but not obeying my will! In the place where the demon was looking, a portal arch flashed, from which another demon emerged, exactly the same as the one standing in front of me, only his armor and wings were yellowish, and he was much shorter, the same height as me .
Then my mind was flooded with cold. My vision had already become quite clear, and I was able to see myself with peripheral vision. I was the same demon too! The moment I turned my head, I noticed the same metal shoulder pads on my shoulders, and behind me lay two black leathery wings.
I was brought out of my state of shock by the conversation that had just begun; the demon who had just arrived in an unknown, but for some reason understandable language addressed the one I saw first:
- Well, Ticondrus? Is everything going as planned? Lord Archimonde demands a report.
Ticondrus?! I've heard this name before. I definitely heard it. And Archimonde! But where?
"The young knight has served us well." Even too good... I wouldn't be surprised if Ner'zhul has special plans for him," Tikondrus answered in a deep and powerful voice. Here is another familiar name, where could I have heard them?
"This little man is as short-lived as other mortals." "And Ner'zhul will not dare to interfere in our affairs," he entered into the conversation... I myself! The body acted on its own, or rather, it was controlled by a demon, which, apparently, I had possessed, but he had not yet noticed it. Arctic fox! Full, polar Arctic fox!
"The scourge must fulfill its purpose." If we lose control of the situation, Lord Archimonde will rip our heads off! – the "yellow" one spoke again.
"Anetheron is panicking again, serving as Archimonde's adjutant is clearly not doing him any good, how can you be so cowardly?" – someone else's thought clearly sounded in my head again made my mind freeze. And with the arrival of ice, the dam finally broke in my memory. Tikondrus, Archimonde, Ner'zhul, Legion, Scourge, Young Knight... I ended up in Warcraft. Into the body of one of the Dread Lords. Thoughts were calm. There was no panic, only the cold flooded the mind even more, giving crystal clarity of thinking. Meanwhile, the conversation of the Lords of Terror continued:
"Believe me, brother, neither the King of the Dead nor his minions will interfere with the coming of the Legion."
Yeah of course! As far as I remember, by the time of the Frozen Throne, most of the personalities mentioned in the conversation kicked back their hooves, and in the most literal sense. And in LT itself, Sylvanas happily finished off the remaining ones.
It is unknown how my thought influenced the demon's consciousness, but the Lord of Terror himself reacted like this:
"I don't trust the Scourge either." Perhaps... - then it dawned on the demon that he was saying something unusual for him, and Tikondrus's gaze made me shrink into a ball, me - figuratively speaking, and the Lord of Terror himself - almost literally, - But for now the situation is under control.
- So make sure that this situation does not change. Lord Archimonde does not forgive mistakes," Anetheron turned around and waved his handopened a return portal to Draenor. The knowledge of what and how he did came naturally and easily, as if it had always been mine. - Yes, and... Mephistoroth, since you got into this conversation... Do you also want to go to war?
"What else - do dirty work?" – thought Mephistoroth. But out loud, to his own surprise, he said what I was thinking now:
"It's better to keep a tighter grip on them now than to one day find out that it was us who did all the dirty work for them, and not they for us."
The Nathrezim looked at each other.
"Well, as you know," Anetheron said coldly. "Then stay here and help Tikondrus." And also... follow.
"What is this... And why did I get involved? Tikondrus will throw me into the thick of it, but Anetheron had me as his main assistant. What is it about this little world that draws me there?"
While the demon internally complained about the unexpected inner adviser, Anetheron stepped into the portal, and Tikondrus and I were left alone.
- Do you want to take his place? – the "red" demon grinned.
"I don't want to die in this little world when, in the ranks of an invincible army, I walk into a trap set by an ally," it was I who spoke out.
"This is a disgrace for Nathrezim," the demon agreed.
– Do you doubt my abilities? – Tikondrus spoke absolutely calmly, but Mephistoroth and I wanted to fall through the ground.
- No. "I know Lord Kil'jaeden's abilities too well," I came up with the answer.
"Explain," the demon's already creepy eyes lost all humanity, simply squinting.
– Ner'zhul is Lord Kil'jaeden's masterpiece. Who knows what he's really capable of? – I continued to give out information from afterknowledge. "No one has created the King of the Dead before."
"We're a sycophant," Tikondrus stated. - And a liar.
"It's an honor for me to hear this from you," it was Mephistoroth who got into the dialogue.
"Okay," my now immediate superiors chuckled. "It's just that there's a war here." And you will have to do the real thing, since you have decided to change your patron.
– I serve the Legion! – "my" demon proudly declared.
- So you will serve.
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