魔兽军团再临广播剧 萨格拉斯之墓第一章双语版

　　If Gul‘dan could kill Maiev right now， that would be one fewer threat to worry about。

　　He prepared his ambush， a blistering whirlwind of death。 They had no chance。 They did not even suspect he was here。 He raised his hands and—

　　—HIDE。—

　　Kil‘jaeden’s voice thundered through his mind。 Gul‘dan nearly collapsed from the sheer force of it。 He dropped his hands， his ambush forgotten。 “What…？”

　　Then he heard it。

　　Cutting across the plateau was a raven‘s cry。

　　Gul‘dan dispelled his attack in an instant， hoping desperately it hadn’t been sensed。 He looked up。 The raven swooped downward。 For a moment， Gul‘dan thought he had been spotted。

　　But the raven merely circled the plateau twice and then dived down to the Watchers。 They watched it approach。 In the blink of an eye， the raven transformed。 The man who remained walked with a confident stride。

　　Gul‘dan’s eyes blazed。 His jaw clenched hard enough to cause pain。

　　“Hello， Maiev，” Khadgar said， brushing a feather off of his shoulder。

　　“I do not remember sending for you， Archmage，” the leader said coldly。

　　“Your legendary charm hasn‘t faded a bit，” Khadgar replied。 Then he was next to her， speaking too quietly to be overheard。

　　Gul‘dan silently cursed。 “I should end this fool now，” he said。

　　—THEY ARE IRRELEVANT。 LEAVE。—

　　“I can kill them all。”

　　—YOU ARE NOT HERE FOR THEM。 OBEY， GUL‘DAN。—

　　Khadgar was right there。 Vulnerable。

　　In that moment， Gul‘dan considered treason。 He had known that binding himself to the Burning Legion would require service。 He had accepted it。 And in return， he had received tremendous power。

　　But he had not made a pact to be a puppet。

　　He had delivered others into mindless obedience—and if Grommash Hellscream‘s idiot son had not interfered， he would have delivered many more—but that was not to be Gul’dan‘s fate。 No。 His destiny was to rule worlds for the Legion。 Service， not slavery。 If the Legion disagrees， the pact is already broken， Gul‘dan thought。

　　But in this moment， treason meant death。 Enemies were everywhere。 This world was strange and set against him。 Gul‘dan didn’t even know what power the Legion wanted him to claim。 Kil‘jaeden had kept him on a short leash。 Too short to rebel。

　　For the moment， Gul‘dan would play the obedient pet。 “I serve， Kil’jaeden。” He slowly retreated。

　　—YOUR DESTINATION IS TO THE EAST。 FIND A WAY TO TRAVERSE THE BAY。 YOU NO LONGER HAVE TIME TO WALK AROUND SURAMAR。—

　　Gul‘dan had an idea about that。 He left Khadgar and the Watchers behind and returned to the eastern shoreline。 There， atop a shipwreck with Alliance markings， was a small rowboat。 It was lashed to the ship by a single rotting rope。 One firm tug brought the boat down into the gentle surf。 He had never rowed before， but it was simple to learn， and he didn’t need to go far。 Soon he had put enough distance between himself and the shore—and Khadgar—that he set down the oars and used more pleasing means to move forward。 The boat‘s wake shimmered dark green。 On occasion， a fish would surface belly-up。

　　Kil‘jaeden kept him pointed in the correct direction， and within the hour， Gul’dan‘s destination rose above the horizon。 The island was flat， but a strange structure on it stabbed at the sky。 Up close， it loomed above Gul’dan。 A monument。 A promise。 Spires and jagged bulwarks stood as testaments to its importance。 Whatever it was now， it had once been a true fortress。 To crack it open， it would have taken an invasion beyond even what the Iron Horde had planned for this world。

　　Why would such a place be abandoned？ Perhaps its time had passed。 Yet Kil‘jaeden had reasons to bring him here。 It infuriated Gul’dan that he didn‘t know what they were。

　　As he drew closer， he felt uneasy。 The island was familiar。 Not the sight of it。 Something resonated from this place， some trace of his own power—the other Gul‘dan’s power—that remained from decades ago。 Gul‘dan no longer doubted he had been here before。

　　The rowboat‘s rotten hull broke apart as Gul’dan beached it on the forbidding shore。 He walked the rest of the way to that mysterious tomb， where he sensed the unfamiliar magic of whoever had sealed the entrance。 There were physical barriers of stone and enchanted metal， as well as an array of hidden arcane locks and gates。 This was a simple problem to solve。 Gul‘dan began spinning fel magic in complex patterns， dismantling each obstacle with ease。

　　“What is inside？ Guards？ Traps？” Gul‘dan asked。

　　—YOUR PURPOSE。—

　　Gul‘dan paused。 That wasn’t an answer he had expected。 “What will you have me do？”

　　—YOU WILL OPEN THE WAY FOR US。—

　　Gul‘dan didn’t understand。 “We tried that on Draenor。” It had taken a considerable amount of effort， too。 All for nothing。

　　—THERE， YOU SOUGHT TO CLEAR THE PATH YOURSELF。 HERE， YOU NEED MERELY TURN THE KEY。 THEN YOU WILL KNOW OUR TRUE POWER。—

　　Another barrier fell。 This one came with a trap。 Dozens of spears wrought from fire and arcane power sprang toward Gul‘dan。 He absently waved a hand， and they vanished。 His thoughts were focused elsewhere。 “This is what the other Gul’dan was meant to do。 What happened？”

　　—YOU FAILED YOUR PURPOSE。—

　　“That was not me，” he growled。

　　—WE WILL SEE。—

　　“How did he fail？”

　　—DISLOYALTY。—

　　Gul‘dan could trust nothing the Deceiver was saying。 Perhaps here， as on Draenor， it was the Legion that had failed。

　　But they brought me here twice for a reason。 Something inside was so powerful that even death could not divert Gul‘dan’s destiny。 Perhaps that destiny was aligned with his masters‘ plans。 Perhaps not。

　　That thought made Gul‘dan smile。

　　The final defense on the tomb‘s entrance shattered。 Gul’dan blasted the door apart with a thundering boom。 Now he needed to move fast； that sound would draw attention。

　　“Guide me， Kil‘jaeden，” Gul’dan said。 “I will succeed。”

　　He entered the darkness of the Tomb of Sargeras。 It was clear the place was massive， with countless corridors descending deep underground。 The weight of magics from millennia past and the destinies of this world‘s souls pressed upon him。 He quickly shuffled forward。 Kil’jaeden no longer needed to urge him on。 Gul‘dan was eager to unearth this tomb’s secrets， for whatever power lay inside would soon rest in his hands。

　　Not the Legion‘s。 His。

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