Le 3ème chapitre de Dawn of the Aspects bientôt disponible en eBook
Blizzard a mis en ligne un extrait de la 3ème partie du roman Dawn of the Aspects. Sa sortie est prévue pour le 22 avril et vous pouvez par exemple le prendre chez Amazon.fr au format Kindle (2,35€) si vous disposez du lecteur adéquat ou de l'application correspondante sur votre iPad ou iPhone par exemple.
Je vous rappelle qu'il s'agit d'un nouveau roman de Richard A. Knaak dédié aux Aspects. Ce roman sortira exclusivement au format électronique, du moins dans un premier temps, au rythme d'un chapitre par mois jusqu'en juin.
Le pitch est le suivant: L'âge des dragons est terminé. Les anciens gardiens d'Azeroth ont maintenant du mal à trouver un nouveau but dans un monde en proie à l'incertitude. Kalecgos, le plus jeune des Aspects, a été durement touché par les changements qui ont suivi la chute d'Aile de Mort. Ayant perdu ses grands pouvoirs, comment peut-il, lui ou un autre de ses pairs, faire la différence dans le monde ?
La réponse se trouve dans un lointain passé, lorsque les proto-drakes régnaient sur les cieux. Au travers un mystérieux artéfact trouvé au coeur de Norfendre, Kalecgos témoigne de cette ère de violence et de l'étonnante histoire des Aspects originaux: Alexstrasza, Ysera, Malygos, Neltharion et Nozdormu.
Dans leur forme la plus primitive, les futurs protecteurs d'Azeroth doivent s'unir et faire front contre Galakrond, une créature assoiffée de sang menaçant l'existence de leur race. Vont-ils faire face à cet adversaire seuls, ou une force extérieure va-t-elle les aider ? D'où vient cette force qui les rendra légendaires, l'ont-ils prise dans le sang ? Les découvertes de Kalecgos changeront tout ce qu'il sait au sujet des évènements qui ont mené à l'aube des Aspects.
Notez que si l'histoire revient dans le passé, une partie sera également dédiée à ce qui arrive après la défaite d'Aile de Mort à l'Âme des Dragons, ce qui sera inévitablement passionnant ! Les prochains chapitres sont attendus pour le 20 mai et le 17 juin.
World of Warcraft: Dawn of the Aspects - Part III Excerpt
The wind coursed through the region. Malygos sniffed the air. Both noted the clear scent of Coros and some of his followers. Why they had diverged from their pursuit of Galakrond, neither Kalec nor his host could say, but the two were of one mind in wanting to find out.
Not desiring to fall prey to another trap, Malygos took a circuitous route that also prevented his own scent from drifting back to his enemies. As the proto-dragon neared, a new, very powerful scent joined that of Coros and the others. The scent of blood.
Very fresh blood.
That disturbing scent was followed by the snarling voice of Coros. What the other proto-dragon said was not clear, but he was obviously angry.
With great caution, Malygos peered around the rocks. His eyes widened.
Coros and his followers were not alone. Between them lay a juvenile male of Alexstrasza's family. There were also two more members of Coros's family, one of them a female slightly smaller than the group's leader. She had a look of sly pride on her countenance that appeared to both Malygos and Kalec to have nothing to do with Coros's anger, which was evidently focused on two of the other males.
"Do it!" their leader growled. "Must be done this way! Galakrond did it this way!"
The juvenile tried to rise, then slumped. His savage wounds now revealed themselves. His chest had been torn open and his wings ripped apart. Malygos's gaze shifted to the new pair, where he saw that both had claws stained crimson.
"Brought him here for you!" interjected the female, taking up Coros's cause. "Now eat!"
Malygos recoiled, and if Kalec could have done the same, he would have. Neither could believe what he had heard.
The other proto-dragons remained hesitant. The female looked at Coros, who hissed. In doing so, Coros revealed that his teeth were as red as her claws.
Without warning, she lunged at the wounded juvenile's throat. As the other males except for Coros recoiled with as much shock as Malygos had, the female ripped out a monstrous chunk of flesh from the side. With great gusto, she tossed it up, then let it fall into her gullet. She swallowed it whole and sneered at the rest of the party.
Malygos wanted to go to the aid of the juvenile and knew not only that it was already too late, but also that he would simply be throwing his own life away. Kalec understood that but suddenly wished that he stood beside his host. The two of them together could have taken Coros and his party, of that he was certain.
And yet he could do nothing more than Malygos, who shared his frustration and horror at watching the butchery.
One of the hesitant males finally lunged. He ripped a mass of flesh from one of the juvenile's arms. As he swallowed it, the rest finally joined in.
The feast proved too much even for the stalwart Malygos. He turned away and quietly retched. Kalec experienced every raw emotion as Malygos fought to come to grips with the atrocity Coros had led his followers to perpetrate. Proto-dragons did not devour proto-dragons. Yes, they tasted the blood of their rivals in duels, but even when a duel ended in death, it did not continue with the consuming of the dead.
Not, at least, until Galakrond.
Malygos stiffened. Galakrond.
Neither Kalec nor his host could have imagined the situation worse than it was, but now it came to both of them that what Coros intended was for him and his followers to become like Galakrond.
Shuddering, Malygos forced his gaze back to the scene. The fire-orange juvenile had mercifully died and no longer suffered as bite after bite was ripped from him. Coros's followers quickly left little beyond bones and torn skin.
It was Coros who brought an end to the hideous tableau. Muzzle soaked, he raised the ruined head by the jaw and tossed it aside. "Done! All done! We grow stronger! We see it soon!"
"Soon!" the female echoed.
"Soon!" the others repeated.
Coros stretched his wings. "Now… now you see how Galakrond will not eat us! We are like Galakrond! We will be with him! He will not eat us now!"
The wind coursed through the region. Malygos sniffed the air. Both noted the clear scent of Coros and some of his followers. Why they had diverged from their pursuit of Galakrond, neither Kalec nor his host could say, but the two were of one mind in wanting to find out.
Not desiring to fall prey to another trap, Malygos took a circuitous route that also prevented his own scent from drifting back to his enemies. As the proto-dragon neared, a new, very powerful scent joined that of Coros and the others. The scent of blood.
Very fresh blood.
That disturbing scent was followed by the snarling voice of Coros. What the other proto-dragon said was not clear, but he was obviously angry.
With great caution, Malygos peered around the rocks. His eyes widened.
Coros and his followers were not alone. Between them lay a juvenile male of Alexstrasza's family. There were also two more members of Coros's family, one of them a female slightly smaller than the group's leader. She had a look of sly pride on her countenance that appeared to both Malygos and Kalec to have nothing to do with Coros's anger, which was evidently focused on two of the other males.
"Do it!" their leader growled. "Must be done this way! Galakrond did it this way!"
The juvenile tried to rise, then slumped. His savage wounds now revealed themselves. His chest had been torn open and his wings ripped apart. Malygos's gaze shifted to the new pair, where he saw that both had claws stained crimson.
"Brought him here for you!" interjected the female, taking up Coros's cause. "Now eat!"
Malygos recoiled, and if Kalec could have done the same, he would have. Neither could believe what he had heard.
The other proto-dragons remained hesitant. The female looked at Coros, who hissed. In doing so, Coros revealed that his teeth were as red as her claws.
Without warning, she lunged at the wounded juvenile's throat. As the other males except for Coros recoiled with as much shock as Malygos had, the female ripped out a monstrous chunk of flesh from the side. With great gusto, she tossed it up, then let it fall into her gullet. She swallowed it whole and sneered at the rest of the party.
Malygos wanted to go to the aid of the juvenile and knew not only that it was already too late, but also that he would simply be throwing his own life away. Kalec understood that but suddenly wished that he stood beside his host. The two of them together could have taken Coros and his party, of that he was certain.
And yet he could do nothing more than Malygos, who shared his frustration and horror at watching the butchery.
One of the hesitant males finally lunged. He ripped a mass of flesh from one of the juvenile's arms. As he swallowed it, the rest finally joined in.
The feast proved too much even for the stalwart Malygos. He turned away and quietly retched. Kalec experienced every raw emotion as Malygos fought to come to grips with the atrocity Coros had led his followers to perpetrate. Proto-dragons did not devour proto-dragons. Yes, they tasted the blood of their rivals in duels, but even when a duel ended in death, it did not continue with the consuming of the dead.
Not, at least, until Galakrond.
Malygos stiffened. Galakrond.
Neither Kalec nor his host could have imagined the situation worse than it was, but now it came to both of them that what Coros intended was for him and his followers to become like Galakrond.
Shuddering, Malygos forced his gaze back to the scene. The fire-orange juvenile had mercifully died and no longer suffered as bite after bite was ripped from him. Coros's followers quickly left little beyond bones and torn skin.
It was Coros who brought an end to the hideous tableau. Muzzle soaked, he raised the ruined head by the jaw and tossed it aside. "Done! All done! We grow stronger! We see it soon!"
"Soon!" the female echoed.
"Soon!" the others repeated.
Coros stretched his wings. "Now… now you see how Galakrond will not eat us! We are like Galakrond! We will be with him! He will not eat us now!"
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