Черт, ну почему маги-кузнецы такие зашоренные? Вон, зачарованный меч найти - легко, зачарованный топор - у каждого пятого бандита, а вот зачарованные кастеты почти не делают. Типа, тупо и бесполезно, в настоящем бою меч лучше - угу, если просто бить в рожу, то бесполезно, а вот ты попробуй энергию Ци призвать через меч? Сразу поймешь, какое КПД маленькое, когда точка выхода энергии так далеко от твоей руки.
Так что, черт бы их всех побрал, в очередной раз берем в руки долбанный зачарованный меч, медитируем, прокидываем энергетические каналы от ножен до кулаков и пяток, и выглядим идиотом с этим мечом за спиной.

After N'zoth got released by the greedy murder hobos deep in the Eternal Palace the entity rushed through the oceans of Azeroth to the one place where reality is at it's weakest, the ruins of Ahn'Qiraj near the coast of Uldum. Crashing against the coast and rumbling towards the now visible Gates of Nyalotha, it left a searing scar of madness within the sand and mountains.
It is here that Azeroth cried out to it's speaker to send champions to heal this woon.
Magni rushed (teleported and made you walk) to the leaders of the Horde and Alliance, who after the dishonorable Mak'gora and Sylvannas totally unpredictable betrayal where having peace talks in the sprawling Mean Streets of Gadgetzan. There he proposed that instead of total disarmament they should gather what is left of their armies and azerite weaponry and fight this new threat.
With some goading of Shaw and Kiro, Eitrigg and Grumbol did the epic handshake and each vowed to kill more abominations than the other.

On the shores and deserts of Uldum the battle continues.

Nyalotha Battlefront: completing the battlefront allows acces to the new dungeon [Chamber of Torture] and the raid entrance.

[Chamber of Torture]
Here the Dark Inquisitor is torturing Queen Aszhara for the Blade of the Black Empire Xala'teth.
Azeroth's mighty heroes succeed in defeating the Dark Inquisitor and obtain the blade for themselves and give it to Wrathion for 1000 AP. The inquisitor escapes but Azshara fucking dies with a last breath of smugness. You get a recoloured azerite piece as a reward.

THE RAID!

No changes really, keep it all like it is except for the last bit.
After fighting through the endless madness of the Waking City of Nyalotha the mighty heroes arrive in front of the towering form of N'zoth (I mean come on, how do you fight something this big?)

The alternative fight and ending.

At the footsteps of madness the heroes must create a foothold with the help of Titan Sanity Beacons.
The fight consists of a large area where waves upon waves of mobs attack the raid. The Titan beacons must be protected at all costs.
In the distance the opposite faction can be seen doing the same. After a certain amount of waves the Avatar of Nzoth appears and wipes out the opposing faction and beacons. (Suck it horde/alliance scum!).
He then comes for your raid. Fight is almost the same as current Carapace fight, but at 30% health Wrathion appears and does some fancy-pantsy moves and stabs the Carapace with Xalateth. (on mythic he fails).
Defeating the Carapace ends the raid and shows the following cinematic:
Alternative Ending Cinematic

As the Avatar of N'zoth crumples to the ground the titan beacons can now operate at full capacity.
Giant pockets of reality spawn within their area of effect. Here, mages are able to open portals that link to Azeroth allowing the heavy guns to fire upon N'zoth. Azerite munition has the great effect of being basically antimater inside Ny'alotha.
Giant war machines and huge siege towers rumble through the portals and fire blast upon blast of azerite munition into the hulking form of N'zoth.
A giant portal opens and from it the remaining fleets of Kul Tiras and Zandalar let loose massive broadsides that annihilate chitin, stone, and corrupted flesh.
Under this immense pummeling the form of N'zoth crumples and it's heart becomes vulnerable.

Meanwhile at the Bilgewater Harbor, Gazlow and Gelbin are making the final checks.
"Are you sure this will not explode in our faces?" Asked Gazlow. "I have made the calculations numeral times and they are 100% correct. Are you sure that this will explode when it has to?" said Mekkatorque.
"I am usually not afraid of explosives, but I do not want to be near this one when it goes off."

They both look over at a giant artillery shell that is getting loaded into the renamed cannon 'Azeroth's Retribution'.

"God-Ender loaded!"
"Portals are open!"
"Firing in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1..."

An enormous thunderclap sounded in Azhara, loud enough to wake a few druids still slumbering in Mount Hyjal. The God-Ender exited the cannon causing it to melt, it entered a mage portal which was linked to Dalaran, here it traveled across Krasus's landing and entered a second one, the shockwave ruptured all the windows in the city and cleaned the streets of littered depowered artifact weapons.
At the other end:
Ny'alotha.
With a roar that made even Orcs cower, the God-Ender traveled the distance from the portal to the old god in an instant, plunging deep into the heart of N'zoth. A giant flash obscured the form of N'zoth, the shockwave leveled the buildings, and for an instant N'zoth felt that what he always claimed to be, fear. He then disintegrated in a firestorm of blue and yellow light.
As the mushroom cloud of azerite towered over the crater that was once N'zoth the remaining city started vanishing, the pocket dimension of the Waking City was collapsing and the heroes rushed towards the portals.

"Did you get any good drops?" asked the rogue.
"I got a dagger that isn't bis" said the druid.
"Can I have it?"
"Sure, trade me."
...
"Sorry, it's higher ilvl than my staff. Can't trade."

Treemustache receives: x1 [Veiled Crystal].

Орда - ничто!

Мелодию осени шепчут леса,
И в вечную песню слились голоса.
В листве истончается солнечный свет,
И знают деревья, что выхода нет.

В местах, где Макар не гоняет овец,
Где тигров бенгальских стоит продавец,
Молитвами тысячи жадных невежд
Возникла часовня разбитых надежд.

Безумный мессия спустился с горы
И слово принёс про иные миры,
Чтоб те, чьи сердца не изведали страх
Развеяли пепел Алара в кострах.

В обмякшие рёбра живых мертвецов
Впиваются зубы верховных жрецов,
И тёмные боги из самых низов
Уже отозвались на брошенный зов.

Пока ты один - опасайся вдвойне;
Герои остались на прошлой войне.
У труса в кулак не сожмётся рука,
И линия жизни на ней коротка.

В зеркальных осколках грядущей зари
От жертвенной крови черны алтари,
И песня сквозь зелень течёт из земли,
А корни деревьев - тебя оплели.

Держись стороною от песни такой,
Твой крик в ней окажется новой строкой,
Поэтому, чтоб не случилась беда,
Сокрытому в листьях - не верь никогда!