Chapter 001: Death and Resurrection, and Death Again

Azeroth, this is the gift you have given me for our meeting

Those strange fires were not extinguished by the seawater, but continued to cling to the surface of the water, consuming everything that could be burned

At the beginning of the game, it had already been 24 years since the Dark Portal opened, and the Third Fleet had been annihilated by the red dragons controlled by the Dragonmaw clan, existing only as a story within the game's background and quest chain

The entire ocean trembles in fear under the rampage of this colossal beast

This evil bondage has lasted for a full eighteen years

The Buried Glory

If a solution is not found quickly, his fantastical journey will come to an end in no more than five minutes

He floated in the sea, moving his limbs as if he were a silent observer, yet also a participant who had survived a catastrophe. The sunlight above penetrated the burning surface of the sea and illuminated the deep waters, refracting pale, shifting, and ominous rays of light.

Those memories etched in the mind are quickly being recalled

That taste must be very unpleasant

thud

He could feel his breathing becoming heavy, his skin rapidly drying out, and within a few seconds, it was as parched as a corpse that had been dead for many years

So, am I really in a role-playing game story?

They were simply unfortunate

If I cannot obtain that item, I will surely meet my end today

Kul Tiras Third Fleet ... ... Battle of Kaz Modan ... ... ... Orcish Horde crosses the sea ... ... Azeroth ... ... ... Sixth year since the opening of the Dark Portal ... ... Second War against the Orcs ... ...

The longer he stared at it, the more intense the whispers in Blake's mind became; the more he tried to listen, the less he could hear clearly. There was clearly something wrong with this.

Because amidst the hazy shadows, separated by the surging sea, he witnessed the events unfolding on the surface of the ocean

At this moment, his chest felt as if it were about to explode

He turned his rusty neck in confusion, looking around, then glanced at his hands and body, noticing that his clothes and everything else were in a terrible state from being burned by dragon fire

Right in the wetland

But in the next moment, he saw that only one-fifth of the character card remained, and the red bar was continuously decreasing, which pulled him back to reality

Skills

But he will remember them, remember today's massacre

In Blake's elevated gaze, the undulating surface of the sea rose higher, where two shadows, each nearly seventy meters in length, soared by, exhaling flames.

But they cannot make any sound, only waiting to die in suffocation

Equipment: None

Deadly Throw (Beginner)

Struggling in the water, he turned his body and swam towards the wreckage of the "Fearless" battleship, which was sinking into the deep sea not far away

It seems that even the sea water before him has become darker, and in his ears and heart, a low and eerie whispering sound arises, like mosquitoes buzzing around his ears

The mouth loses its sense of taste, the mind becomes dull and foggy, and both touch and smell are also diminishing

He will never forget what he has seen today

Kul Tiran Military Swordsmanship (Expertise)

Am I now an NPC myself

The dwindling health bar ceased to decrease, and as Blake stuffed the wet bread he found among the wreckage of the warship into his mouth, the health bar began to slowly rise.

It was only through the efforts of the adventurer, who was deceived by that fleeing first mate, that it was unraveled, but the tainted sacred artifact cannot be purified by an ordinary priest

In the next moment, a more chaotic memory surged into his mind, like a dam releasing floodwaters, causing him to tremble for a few moments in the water while clutching his bald head

Fist of the Tides (Mastery)

This is not the development he hoped to see

In the midst of a life-and-death crisis, Blake's mind was racing wildly.

In the next moment, all these wild thoughts were brought to an end

He was merely cursed by an evil entity into a wraith form

Survived ... ...

He saw fingers that were longer than he remembered, and was immediately taken aback.

Blake felt a wave of relief wash over him as he floated in the sea, and he even had the leisure to hold the crystal ball in front of his eyes to take a look at it

Information: Kul Tiran Human, 19 years old

The undead cannot be drowned, nor do they fear pain. While the dark and evil magic curses him, it also solidifies his life force.

Eighteen years later, an old sailor named Fitzmorris, who had survived this war by living a hand-to-mouth existence, would seek the help of every greedy adventurer passing through the port of Menethil

That object is called the Eye of Phares.

After all, that is a gold coin

The surging dark magic flowed along Blake's hands and entered his body; he could feel a strange, chilling power being exerted upon him

The sensation of plunging into the icy seawater and the impact caused Blake Shaw to open his eyes in that moment

And this neatly organized information along with these familiar descriptions, isn't this just the character setup for the role-playing game that he often plays with a group of friends?

He turned to glance at the sea behind him, where the light of the sky refracted in the water, reflecting an ominous pallor, along with the bodies of sailors that were about to be buried in the cold abyss of the ocean

But he must endure

It is no longer worth the living's nostalgia

In fact, before their departure, they had no idea that the orcs would cross the sea at this time. The original mission of these two warships, along with five transport ships, was to transport new recruits to the Hammerstone Highlands, where they would establish a battlefield behind enemy lines

Character Card: Drake Prodermore (Blake Shaw)

At the same time, transport a holy artifact tainted by an orc warlock to the Arathi Highlands, the capital of the Kingdom of Stromgarde, known as the city of Stromgarde Keep

It was sent to the Cathedral of Stormwind, where it was personally purified by the Light's lieutenant, High Priest Benedictus

and is becoming increasingly weak

He is rapidly becoming weak

Blake Shaw stopped breathing

In the Kazmodan Sea region

Created by the Church of the Holy Light several decades ago, it was originally a sacred object meant to bless the faithful. However, two years ago, when the Kingdom of Stormwind was breached by the orcs, that object also fell into the hands of the Horde

In this sea, there is nothing left but death and resentment

The undead Blake Shaw sighed

Is this ... ... a dragon

Status: Mortal Body · Severely Injured · Weak · Near Death

In the next moment, Blake made up his mind

Every movement of my limbs is very painful

He took one last glance at the raging hell behind him, then turned around, grasping the suitcase and the cursed artifact, swinging his limbs as he swam further out to the sea surface

He does not know who Pales is, perhaps a priest of the Holy Light, or perhaps the creator of this magical item, but this crystal ball truly resembles a purple eye

Blake has always been haunted by the pint of ale he once gave away

The vitality that has faded away is also blocked

No

Unfortunately, the limbs of his body, in excruciating pain, do not obey him

As the seawater surged in, a dark purple-black, ominous glow illuminated before Blake in the dim depths of the sea, and he caught a glimpse of the blood bar that was nearly empty.

Upon seeing this information, Blake's mind nearly crashed in an instant

Have we truly arrived in Azeroth again

Directly below the captain's cabin

Legendary Job Class: None

Blake slapped his face in the chaos to calm himself down, wanting to rise to the surface, but at the moment of contact with his forehead, a strange, translucent piece of information suddenly appeared before his eyes

As if moved by the scenery, Blake silently lingered in the sea for a few minutes. He slowly raised his hand and, with the body of a deceased, rendered a standard Kul Tiran salute to the scene before him

The burning flames are flowing

Those damaged warships, those torn battle flags

Key

However, this is not the time to sit back and wait for death; amidst the searing convulsions of pain, he can feel his vitality rapidly draining away

Blake let out a silent scream in his heart

One would still have that kind of luck to return to another world they are familiar with after experiencing death once again

Chaotic thoughts continuously emerged in Blake's mind

One second later

His entire body felt as if it had been thrown into a fire, with burning pain radiating from all over, causing his body to convulse. He struggled in the water, trying to stabilize himself.

The polluted Eye of Pales is a terrifying object; anyone who possesses it will be cursed to become undead. If it is not purified, this curse will last forever

Rank: Level 10 Warrior / Level 16 Navigator / Level 5 Rogue

even made Blake feel as if he were being "melted"

Click

Let's not get caught up in these matters for now

He does not know what the situation is

Yet the auditory perception became strangely clear

This is not my body

The polluted Eye of Paleres has sunk to the seabed, transforming countless warriors who perished in today's battle into specters, permanently binding them to the shores of Khaz Modan

Led by Gul'dan, the warlocks who manipulate shadow magic mercilessly corrupted it, transforming it into an evil artifact used for curses

These deceased will be forgotten by the world

Blake struggled to punch through the water, pushing open the sealed hatch before him with great difficulty, and then he saw the captain who had committed suicide with a dagger in despair

But thanks to that coin, I realized that thing is right here

The memories of Prince Drake Prothermore, which continuously surged forth from his mind, also confirmed Blake's conjecture

It truly deserves the name "Eye of Pales"

Without the slightest hesitation, he grasped the crystal ball that was the size of his palm.

The moment Blake opened his mouth, seawater rushed in, causing him to immediately close his mouth. The burning pain radiating from various parts of his body made it difficult for him to concentrate.

He does not feel so

Blake was not well-informed about the details of this naval battle, but as a task expert, he almost immediately recalled a task chain related to the sunken Third Fleet

Title: Prince of Kul Tiras

Talents: Son of the Sea, Battlefield Champion, Prodermal Bloodline (Seal of Hatred)

Navigation (Proficient)

Blake seized the suitcase and, disregarding the sin of desecrating the corpse, grabbed a bronze key from the waist of the captain who had committed suicide

This crucial information rolled through Blake's mind as he endured the pain, taking less than two minutes to rush into the wreckage of the falling Invincible.

Continuously spreading malice to those around

Like a deflated balloon, it cannot be stopped at all

But he did not die

Mythical Rank: None

If no means of self-rescue can be found, one will either be burned to death by the remnants of the red dragon's fire or suffocated in the sea

But it does not matter, he no longer has the sense of taste now

This moment also surged to the forefront of the memory belonging to Prince Drake Prodermore

Even though this body possesses the racial trait of the Kul Tiran people, the Child of the Sea, allowing for longer breath-holding underwater and faster swimming speed, he is currently severely injured

Ah

bang

Suddenly, a cry of pain was emitted

This ... ... character card ... ...

and the black magical briefcase beside him

Is this... could it be that the case has exploded? Although it is an old computer, it's just running a copy, isn't it?

The red bar below the character card has fallen to a precarious level, and in another ten seconds, it will be completely emptied

Those ... ...

Severe skin burns

The pain of the burn is rapidly diminishing

That scoundrel of a drunkard will first extort an expensive mug of ale from the adventurers before assigning them a task

Blake's mind was still turning as he inserted the key into the magical suitcase in the water and gave it a sharp twist

The Third Fleet of Kul Tiras is not specifically here today to intercept the ocean-crossing orc fleet

In the murky sea surrounding, there are fragments of broken ships everywhere, fallen bodies scattered all around, and some armored sailors struggling for survival in the water