Warcraft: War of the Ancients #1: The Well of Eternity魔兽争霸上古之战三部曲1: 永恒之井 ISBN 9780743471190 下载 pdf 百度网盘 epub 免费 2025 电子版 mobi 在线

　　Book De*ion

　Many months have passed since the cataclysmic Battle of

Mount Hyjal, where the demonic Burning Legion was banished from

Azeroth forever. But now, a mysterious energy rift within the

mountains of Kalimdor propels three former warriors into the

distant past -- a time long before orcs, humans or even high elves

roamed the land. A time when the Dark Titan Sargeras, and his demon

pawns persuaded Queen Azshara and her Highborne to cleanse Azeroth

of its lesser races. A time when the Dragon Aspects were at the

height of their power -- unaware that one of their own would soon

usher in an age of darkness that would engulf the world of...War

Craft.

　In the first chapter of this epic trilogy, the outcome of

the historic War of the Ancients is forever altered by the arrival

of three time-lost heroes: Krasus, the dragon mage whose great

power and memories of the ancient conflict have inexplicably

diminished; the human wizard Rhonin, whose thoughts are divided

between his family and the seductive source of his now-growing

power; and Broxigar, a weathered orc veteran who seeks a glorious

death in combat. But unless these unlikely allies can convince the

demigod, Cenarius, and the untrusting night elves of their queen's

treachery, the burning Legion's gateway into Azeroth will open

anew. And this time -- the struggles of the past may well spill

over into the future...

　The tall, forbidding palace perched atop the very edge of

the mountainous cliff, overlooking so precariously the vast, black

body of water below that it appeared almost ready to plummet into

the latter's dark depths. When first the vast, walled edifice had

been constructed, using magic that melded both stone and forest

into a single, cohesive form, it had been a wonder to touch the

heart of any who saw it. Its towers were trees strengthened by

rock, with jutting spires and high, open windows. The walls were

volcanic stone raised up, then bound tightly by draping vines and

giant roots. The main palace at the center had originally been

created by the mystical binding of more than a hundred giant,

ancient trees. Bent in together, they had formed the skeleton of

the rounded center, over which the stone and vines had been

set.

　A wonder to touch the hearts of all when first it had been

built, now it touched the fears of some. An unsettling aura

enshrouded it, one heightened this stormy night. The few who peered

at the ancient edifice now quickly averted their gaze.

　Those who looked instead to the waters below it found no

peace, either. The ebony lake was now in violent, unnatural

turmoil. Churning waves as high as the palace rose and fell in the

distance, crashing with a roar. Lightning played over its vast

body, lightning gold, crimson, or the green of decay. Thunder

rumbled like a thousand dragons and those who lived around its

shores huddled close, uncertain as to what sort of storm might be

unleashed.

　On the walls surrounding the palace, ominous guards in

forest-green armor and wielding lances and swords glared warily

about. They watched not only beyond the walls for foolish

trespassers, but on occasion surreptitiously glanced

within...particularly at the main tower, where they sensed

unpredictable energies at play.

　And in that high tower, in a stone chamber sealed from the

sight of those outside, tall, narrow figures in iridescent robes of

turquoise, embroidered with stylized, silver images of nature, bent

over a six-sided pattern written into the floor. At the center of

the pattern, symbols in a language archaic even to the wielders

flared with lives of their own.

　Glittering, silver eyes with no pupils stared out from

under the hoods as the night elves muttered the spell. Their dark,

violet skin grew covered in sweat as the magic within the pattern

amplified. All but one looked weary, ready to succumb to

exhaustion. That one, overseeing the casting, watched the process

not with silver orbs like the rest, but rather false black ones

with streaks of ruby running horizontal along the centers. But

despite the false eyes, he noted every detail, every inflection by

the others. His long, narrow face, narrow even for an elf, wore an

expression of hunger and anticipation as he silently drove them

on.

　One other watched all of this, drinking in every word and

gesture. Seated on a luxurious chair of ivory and leather, her

rich, silver hair framing her perfect features and the silken gown

-- as golden as her eyes -- doing the same for her exquisite form,

she was every inch the vision of a queen. She leaned back against

the chair, sipping wine from a golden goblet. Her jeweled bracelets

tinkled as her hand moved and the ruby in the tiara she wore

glistened in the light of the sorcerous energies the others had

summoned.

　Now and then her gaze shifted ever so slightly to study the

dark-eyed figure, her full lips pursing in something approaching

suspicion. Yet, when once he suddenly glanced her way, as if

sensing her observation, all suspicion vanished, replaced by a

languid smile.

　The chanting continued.

　The black lake churned madly.

　There had been a war and it had ended.

　So, Krasus knew, history would eventually record what had

happened. Almost lost in that recording would be the countless

personal lives destroyed, the lands ravaged, and the

near-destruction of the entire mortal world.

　Even the memories of dragons are fleeting under such

circumstances, the pale, gray-robed figure conceded to himself. He

understood that very well, for although to most eyes he resembled a

lanky, almost elven figure with hawklike features, silvering hair,

and three long scars traveling down his right cheek, he was much

more than that. To most, he was known as a wizard, but to a select

few he was called Korialstrasz -- a name only a dragon would

wear.

　Krasus had been born a dragon, a majestic red one, the

youngest of the great Alexstrasza's consorts. She, the Aspect of

Life, was his dearest companion...yet once again he dragged himself

away from her to study the plights and futures of the short-lived

races.

　In the hidden, rock-hewn abode he had chosen for his new

sanctum, Krasus looked over the world of Azeroth. The gleaming

emerald crystal enabled him to see whatever land, whatever

individual, he desired.

　And everywhere that the dragon mage looked, he saw

devastation.

　It seemed as if it had only been a few years ago when the

grotesque, green-skinned behemoths called orcs, who had invaded the

world from beyond, were defeated. With their remaining numbers kept

in encampments, Krasus had believed the world ready for peace. Yet,

that peace had been short-lived. The Alliance -- the human-led

coalition that had been the forefront of the resistance -- had

immediately begun to crumble, its members vying for power over one

another. Part of that had been the fault of dragons -- or the one

dragon, Deathwing -- but much had simply been the greed and desire

of humans, dwarves, and elves.

　Yet, even that would have passed with little concern if not

for the coming of the Burning Legion.

　Today, Krasus surveyed distant Kalimdor, located on the far

side of the sea. Even now, areas of it resembled a land after a

terrible volcanic eruption. No life, no semblance of civilization,

remained in those areas. It had not been any natural force,

however, that had rent the land so. The Burning Legion had left

nothing in its wake but death.

　The fiery demons had come from a place beyond reality.

Magic was what they sought, magic they devoured. Attacking in

conjunction with their monstrous pawns, the Undead Scourge, they

had thought to lay waste to the world. Yet, they had not counted on

the most unlikely alliance of all...

　The orcs, once also their puppets, had turned on them. They

had joined the humans, elves, dwarves, and dragons to decimate the

demonic warriors and ghoulish beasts and push the remnants back

into the hellish beyond. Thousands had perished, but the

alternative...

　The dragon mage snorted. In truth, there had been no

alternative.

　Krasus waved long, tapering fingers over the orb, summoning

a vision of the orcs. The view blurred momentarily, then revealed a

mountainous, rocky area further inland. A harsh land, but one still

full of life and capable of supporting the new colonists.

　Already, several stone structures had risen in the main

settlement, where the Warchief and one of the heroes of the war,

Thrall, ruled. The high, rounded edifice that served as his

quarters was crude by the standards of any other race, but orcs had

a propensity toward basics. Extravagance to an orc was having a

permanent place to live at all. They had been nomads or prisoners

for so long that the concept of "home" had been all but lost.

　Several of the massive, greenish figures tilled a field.

Watching the tusked, brutish-looking workers, Krasus marveled at

the concept of orc farmers. Thrall, however, was a highly unusual

orc and he had readily grasped the ideas that would return

stability to his people.

　Stability was something the entire world needed badly. With

another wave of his hand, the dragon mage dismissed Kalimdor,

summoning now a much closer location -- the once proud capital of

his favored Dalaran. Ruled by the wizards of the Kirin Tor, the

prime wielders of magic, it had been at the forefront of the

Alliance's battle against the Burning Legion in Lordaeron and one

of the first and most prized targets of the demons in turn.

　Dalaran lay half in ruins. The once-proud spires had been

all but shattered. The great libraries burned. Countless

generations of knowledge had been lost...and with them countless

lives. Even the council had suffered badly. Several of those Krasus

had counted as friends or at least respected colleagues had been

slain. The leadership was in disarray and he knew that he would

have to step in to lend a hand. Dalaran needed to speak with one

voice, if only to keep what remained of the splintered Alliance

intact.

　Yet, despite the turmoil and tribulations still ahead, the

dragon did have hope. The problems of the world were surmountable

ones. No more fear of orcs, no more fear of demons. Azeroth would

struggle, but in the end, Krasus not only thought it would survive,

he fully believed it would thrive.

　He dismissed the emerald crystal and rose. The Dragon

Queen, his beloved Alexstrasza, would be awaiting him. She

suspected his desire to return to help the mortal world and, of all

dragons, she most understood. He would transform to his true self,

bid her farewell -- for a time -- and depart before regrets held

him back.

　His sanctum he had chosen not only for its seclusion, but

also for its massiveness. Stepping from the smaller chamber, Krasus

entered a toothy cavern whose heights readily matched the now lost

towers of Dalaran. An army could have bivouacked in the cavern and

not filled it.

　Just the right size for a dragon.

　Krasus stretched his arms...and as he did, his tapering

fingers lengthened further, becoming taloned. His back arched and

from near the shoulders erupted twin growths that quickly

transformed into fledgling wings. His long features stretched,

turning reptilian.

　Throughout all these lesser changes, Krasus's form

expanded. He became four, five, even ten times the size of a man

and continued to grow. Any semblance to a human or elf quickly

faded.

　From wizard, Krasus became Korialstrasz, dragon.

　But -- in the very midst of the transformation -- a

desperate voice suddenly filled his head.

　Kor...strasz...

　He faltered, all but reverting to his wiz...

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　　Richard A. Knaak

　　Richard A. Knaak is the bestselling author of Dragonlance novels,

Dragonrealm (his own creation), soon-to-be five novels for Blizzard

Entertainment's Diablo series, and eventually seven works in the

Warcraft universe. He has also written five independent books, but

all are in the realm of fantasy.

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“你会来吗？”暗夜精灵回答，眼里充满了期待，“你会来到我们的世界完成它吗？”

入口还没有开启……需要被加强……因为他要足够大，让我能够进入……

“我是神派来的侍从，”他说话的时候，目光熊熊燃烧着，“来帮你们打开入口，让神荣耀的躯体进入！”

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媒体评论

　　Spotlight Reviews

  　Not Terrible, February 1, 2005

  　Reviewer: barbre (Collinsville, IL USA)

  　As a companion piece to playing World Of Warcraft I found

the book marginally entertaining. The story doesn't really take off

until the very end which is what saved it from a 2 star

rating.

  　The problem is it the characters aren't interesting. They

are shallow toons in a game world, and that is how they feel in the

book. More characterization would have been greatly

appreciated.

  　Overall, it was ok and was just good enough to get me to

read the next book in the series (but probably not to read all

three). Normally, I read a book a week but this one took me 2+

weeks because I just wasn't excited about the story.

  　Customer Reviews

  　1.Very good., 16 Jul 2004

  　Reviewer: "wollan"

  　A pretty good book.

  　Richard A.Knaak's other WarCraft book, Day of the Dragon,

was decent though I have to say that I liked this one much

better.

  　It's more epic, it's more fun and action-filled and even

better, there are still two more books coming on the matter.

  　Reading Day of the Dragon is a must before reading this one

alongside a play through of WarCraft 3 for pc. The plot can be very

confusing otherwise.

  　This book is very centric on the Night Elves which is

pretty interesting and you get to know Night Elf heroes like

Malfurion, Illidan and Tyrande in their apprentice years.

  　A very decent book.

  　2.First Part Of The Trilogy, 20 April 2004

  　Reviewer: A reader

  　This is the fisrt part of a trilogy and i must say that it

is a good firstpart.

  　This book has alot more action in it than Richard A. Knaak

other book the"Day Of The Dragon" but only in the later chapters

but it is a good buildup to that.

  　The book features Rhonin the human mage, Krasus an ancient

dragon/mage andBroxigar an old orc looking to die a glorius death

in battle. Tounderstand Rohnin and Krasus better i suggest reading

"Day Of TheDragon".

  　This book also has alot to do with the first coming of the

Burning Legion,how the Night Elves are involved and how the future

changes even thoughthe main characters shouldnt change it because

it may ruin there owntime.

  　Anyway im surprised this is a trilogy because it seems like

the first is acompletely separate story to what i think the rest

will be but hey i cantwait till the next book.

书籍介绍

Continuing the story begun in DAY OF THE DRAGON, WELL OF ETERNITY is the tale of the maverick mage Rhonin and his dragon ally Krasus as they are propelled through time into their world's dangerous and mysterious past.