Blizzard launches official novel "The Sky of the Apocalypse" before Cataclysm

At the same time as Blizzard's website announced the launch of "World of Warcraft: Cataclysm", the official also released the former official novel of World of Warcraft "Cataclysm", the novel's time span is not large, only described the entire 4.0 to 4.03a version of the three-month story. And the beginning of the novel will be placed on the official web side, as a game description of the completion of the story.　　The following for the player Maple no translation of the preface, like the novel users can go to Blizzard website inquiries ordering. The preface rained on the tight canopy of the hut, and sounded like a sharp drum. Like all the other orc huts, the hut was built so well that it did not let the slightest bit of rain come in, but it couldn't stop the biting cold in the air.　　If the weather were to change, the rain would turn to snow, but in any case the cold moisture penetrated the bones of the drek and made him stiff even in his sleep.　　But let the old shaman tossing and turning is not cold, at least not this time.　　It's a dream. Drek often dream of or see some ominous sights. For him who has lost his eyesight, it is a gift, a vision of the mind. But since the nightmare battle, the gift has become hot. In that terrible day, his dreams became so terrible that sleep did not bring rest and recovery, but horrible nightmares. It made him look older, from a mighty old man to a weak nag.　　He had expected to regain his sleep after his nightmare, but despite the degree of decline, his dream was still very, very dark. In dreams, he has eyes to see, but only two to discredit. He stood alone on the top of the hill. The strong Yang seemed to be closer than usual, and looked flushed and swollen and ugly, and slapped the water of the foot of the hill into a crimson blood. He can hear ... In the distance came a low rumbling sound, shaking his teeth to fight skin tingling.　　He had never heard such a sound, but by virtue of his strong connection to the elements, he knew it meant something bad, very, very bad. A moment later the waters at the foot of the mountain began to roughs, and the waves were high and hungry, as if there were some dark and dreadful creatures stirring under the rough sea. Even in the high places, Drek also know that they are not safe, in any case will not be safe, and no longer safe. He could feel the trembling of a once solid rock under the naked tread. He clung to the rough, teng of the rod until his fingers were bent, as if to make him calm, even as he faced the churning ocean and the crumbling mountain.　　And just then, things happen without warning. The Earth at his feet suddenly cracked a rugged crack, as if a gaping mouth would devour him. He shouted and half jumped and fell to one side, and the loose wand fell into the widening throat. In the gale of the whip, Drek clung to a raised rock, trembling with the vibrations of the Earth.　　His long, farsighted eyes were glued to the boiling red water below. The waves are beatingThe steep cliffs of the cliff, the height of the spray splash is inconceivable, drek can feel those bubbles burst out of the scorching. The screams of fear, pain, and help from the elements ring in his side. The rumbling sound grew louder, and in his frightened gaze, the Red Sea was parted from the two sides, showing a huge land. The land is still rising, it does not seem to stop, blink of an eye on the Gao as a whole continent.　　Just then, the earth Drek at the foot of the ground, and he shouted, in vain waving his hands in the air, fell into the flames under the cracks-drek jerked Open the mattress jumped up, he was trembling cold sweat dripping, his hands in the air like what to catch, he once again nothing can not see the eyes of the circle with a straight forward side of the darkness. "The earth will weep, and the world shall be broken!" Drek screamed. Then someone grabbed his trembling hands and held them to calm.　　He knew who it was that the orc, called Bark, had been taking care of him for many years. "Come, Drecktalzon father, it's just a dream." The young Orc complained. But Drek will not be complacent about what he foresaw. Not too long ago he was in the Alterac Valley fighting to kill the enemy, until later people think he is too old and weak powerless to fight.　　If he can no longer serve as a warrior, he will be able to use the shaman's path and the vision he foresees. "Bark, I must go to thrall," he demanded, "and the Ring of the Earth." Perhaps other people have also seen ... If not, I must tell them! Bark, I have to do this! He tried to get up, and a leg didn't dropping.　　He patted the old useless body in dismay. "What you have to do is to have a good rest, father."　　"Drek too weak, he tried to resist but earn not open bark steady hands, he was pushed down on the mattress. "Thrall ... He has to know.　　Drek muttered, patting bark's arms in vain. "If you feel the need, we'll tell him tomorrow." But now ... Rest！ The nightmare had exhausted him, and now the old bones began to feel the chill. Drek nodded, agreeing to bark to pour him a hot drink, with herbs to help sleep. Bark, a capable caregiver, has come to think of it in a trance. If bark think it's too late tomorrow, let's talk about it tomorrow. After drinking tea, he laid his head down, and before he fell asleep, he had an erratic doubt. What are you doing? [Page] bark sat down and sighed. Once upon a time, Drek's spirit was as sharp as a dagger, even though his body had become increasingly vulnerable under the weight of his age.　　Once upon a time, bark sent messengers to report Drek's visions to Sal.　　But the prosperity is no longer. In the past year, this well known and wise, keen mind began to trance. Drek's memory was more reliable than any written record, but it began to makeThe trouble. There was a flaw in his memory.　　Bark could not help but doubt, in the nightmare war and the inevitable aging of the enemy, under the double blow, Drek's so-called "foresight" has been transformed into worthless nonsense. Bark stood up and walked towards his own mattress, when he recalled, painfully, that Drek had insisted on sending messengers to Gray Valley two months ago, as a group of Orcs would attack the peaceful rallies held there and slaughter the Tauren and Cadore de Rui. They did send messengers, warning-but nothing happened. The only achievement was that the night elves were more suspicious after listening to the old Orc's raving words.　　There were no orcs within a few miles, but Drek insisted that the danger he prophesied was true. Other visions, perhaps less important, are equally illusory. Now this is the same. If the threat really exists, then someone else will be aware of it besides Drek.　　Bark himself is an experienced shaman, and he has no such feeling. But he will still keep his promise. Thrall was Drek's protégé, and the tribe of his chief was Drek himself. If Drek wants to meet Sal, tomorrow morning bark will prepare for his mentor's journey. Or he could send a messenger to ask Sal to come and meet Drek. It was a distant and perilous journey, and Drek insisted on settling in Alterac, while Thrall was far from the orgrimmar of another continent. But bark guessed that such a thing would not happen.　　If you're not satisfied, you'll get up in the morning and drek may even forget what you dreamt of. This is a common occurrence in recent days, and bark is not happy about it. Drek's aging will only cause bark deep sorrow, and strongly hope that the world is another appearance-drek believe that the world will be the earth shattering.　　The old Orc did not know, for those who loved him deeply, their world had already collapsed dilapidated. Bark know that for what has happened, for the past drek, compassion is meaningless. In fact, Drek's life has been far longer than most orcs, and deserves a well-deserved glory. The Beast dares to face the bad luck, also knows when when the hard struggle when conforms to the destiny.　　When Bark was a child, he began to take care of Drek, and he swore to keep his last breath, no matter how painful it was to witness the slow exhaustion of his mentor. He bent his thumb and forefinger to extinguish the candle, and pulled the fur tightly around his burly body.　　The rain was still falling outside, and the drums were ringing in the tight awning. To be continued (digging the net)