Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

Regret Ridge is a small mountain not far from Dalong County.

The moon is high in the starry sky, and the reflected team's shadow is surprisingly short.

However, this team is indeed a healthy team, densely packed with undead, as well as suture monsters and gargoyles - this is Sylvanas' team.

The undead don't need to rest and sleep, their pace is still vigorous.

The top of the mountain is a spacious cemetery, where undead soldiers and ghouls can be seen wandering in the moonlight.

"Faranir, let's go find someone suitable to be our companion."

Sylvanas ordered her subordinates and warned in a cold voice: "Those who go around killing people without thinking should just let them disappear."

She shows no sympathy to the undead who cannot distinguish between friend and foe.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Faranir retreated with anticipation to make arrangements.

Regret Ridge, full of cemeteries, is a great place. Along the way, Sylvanas's team has nearly doubled.

The Apothecary was delighted with the Queen's increased power.

The undead went to find their companions as usual, and Sylvanas noticed the cabin on the top of the mountain.

She leads the others over and encounters the ghost of a woman in a white dress.

There are many ghosts in Lordaeron, but it is quite rare to encounter two in a row.

"Are you from Darrow County?"

This ghost penetrated the bodies of several skeletons and asked the female ranger.

"Well, that's right."

Sylvanas nodded.

"So you saw my little niece Pamela? How is she? Is she still alive?"

The ghost couldn't wait to ask.

Pamela...

Did you meet the little girl's relatives so soon?But this is actually normal, the distance between the two places is not far to begin with.

Ghosts have no outside guidance and generally stay at the place of death.However, it is abnormal for relatives to be too far apart.

Sylvanas's mind raced, and then she shook her head regretfully: "She became a ghost like you, and by the way...she asked me to help find her father."

She was about to ask about Joseph, but the female ghost screamed in shock.

"No! Poor Pamela! She died so young. What a happy little child she was..."

"My brother Joseph? No...Pamela can't understand what happened to Joseph. Even if she could understand, I don't think I can tell her about it...I want Joseph to return to her daughter, but he His soul has been swallowed by darkness."

The female ghost said a lot at once, and her expression became sad: "By the way, just call me Marlene. I am Pamela's aunt."

This self-introduction is very simple.

Sylvanas didn't care either.

"Marlaine."

What she noticed was what came out of the ghost's mouth: "Do you know where Joseph is?"

"Of course I know."

Marlene nodded and took two steps: "I saw him following the undead to the Gallon Farm, and he should still be there now."

Garonne Farm is in eastern Andorhal, an area that once served as the main grain producing area for the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

[The distance seems not far. 】

During her recent walks, Sylvanas already had a rough impression of the map of Lordaeron, so she was sure that the journey was not far.

In this case, she might as well go there once.

"Marlaine, I'll go find Joseph later. Do you want to follow us?"

She extended an invitation to the ghost.

This time Marlene did not refuse directly like Pamela, and she did not want to stay alone on the top of the mountain.

"He was swallowed by darkness. Do you have any way to save him?"

But she still wanted to get an answer.

"Not sure, it should be okay."

Sylvanas gave a conservative answer.

There are many types of undead, and they can be divided into many types just from the perspective of thinking.

One is without intelligence, one is intelligent, and there are some undead with twisted minds.

There are undead souls whose minds have been twisted, like Sylvanas, who can return to their original appearance, and there are also twisted souls that can never change...

In fact, even Sylvanas's soul is not abnormal, it's just that the appearance of the body conceals the essence.

"If possible, I will go with you! My poor Joseph..."

Marlene immediately responded in surprise.

In fact, she watched this undead team come all the way, so she didn't resent them for rescuing their companions.

After a while.

"Your Majesty, we have added two hundred companions."

Faranir returns to report.

The current work no longer requires Sylvanas to show up every time, and the efficiency is much faster.

"Okay, move on."

Taking Marlene with them, the undead walked towards Geron Farm.

However, when they arrived at the farm, they found no undead figures except for the empty barn.

"That is!"

Marlene's sharp eyes spotted the shield erected next to the barn, she covered her mouth and screamed: "That's Joseph's shield, what happened to him?"

She ran over and fiddled with the shield, while Faranir walked to Sylvanas's side with a heavy expression.

"Your Majesty, I discovered the aura of magic and holy light. The aura is an alliance..."

He said with deep hatred: "I'm sure there are mages and paladins from Dalaran who passed through this place and wiped out all the undead here."

"Only they can do it as thoroughly as they can!"

Holy light restrains the undead, and powerful ones can even turn bones into ashes.

Sylvanas's face darkened.

"Go check their movements and we will follow them."

She said coldly: "No matter what, we cannot let humans act recklessly in Lordaeron."

She hates humans, but she made this decision not because of Pamela's agreement.

What's more important is that Lordaeron must belong to the undead, to her - otherwise Sylvanas will not be able to protect Quel'Thalas.

She didn't want anyone to ruin her plans.

At least, Sylvanas must investigate the alliance's purpose before she can rest assured.

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However, she followed him just to feel reassured.

Kael'thas was frightened when he saw it. He knew Pamela's story very well, so he knew Joseph's address before and made preparations.

So soon after Joseph's accident, he observed the situation.

When Crassus and several human kings headed north, they eradicated all threatening undead, among which Joseph was one.

When they eliminated Joseph, Kael'thas watched secretly regretting the failure of the plan.

But he also hoped that Varian and the others would kill the undead and the Dread Lord, which would also help Sylvanas rise to power.

Who would have expected that this female ranger would want to follow her and seek her own death?

"..."

Kael'thas shook his head helplessly, and he was going to contact Sylvanas to let her know the situation.

"Your Highness!"

But at the same moment, Lor'themar rushed back to the Sunwell.

The efficiency of the portal is not very fast.

He looked at Lor'themar in the hall and frowned.

"Leave the pieces and go take a shower!"

Can the stinky mud all over his trousers still break into the Sunwell - Lor'themar's ultra-low presence means that the guards don't even notice the stinky mud?

What a terrifying talent...

After Kael'thas waved Lor'themar to retreat, he immediately looked at the fragments of the Dragon King's War Blade left on the ground.

He felt the excitement coming from his bones again.

[What does this feel like? 】

Kael'thas used gravity out of thin air to grab the fragment in his hand. The moment it came into contact, his pupils dilated in shock.

"boom"

Regardless of his own will, huge flames suddenly burst out in the Sunwell.

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The river of time...

After the crackling sound, the scene that formed the gorgeous passage was fragmented.

"..."

Nozdormu's huge body was suspended in the passage, looking blankly at the passage ahead.

The passage that once covered scenes all over the place and recorded history is still moving tirelessly toward the future, but the image it reflects is not even half of what it was just now.

The historical node appears again.

The last time this scene occurred was when alien souls entered Azeroth thousands of years ago.

However, that time was an unexpected accident, but this time it is different.

There are no outsiders, but the normal river of time is damaged?

The disappearance of the scene represents a complete subversion of the future - rebuilding a new future scene will take who knows how long it will take to restore it.

"how is this possible..."

Nozdormu absolutely does not believe this. He is omniscient and omnipotent and watches the development of all things with his own eyes, including the possible future.

The current scene is not the originally possible future!

what is the reason?

Nozdormu turned around and searched through the scenes of the past, frantically searching for something he had forgotten.

He found it.

In that forgotten past, he saw the Elf Prince breaking the Dragon Soul with his staff.

Amidst the restlessness of the elements and flames, four balls of energy of different colors flew out and returned to the Three Dragon Kings and Nozdormu.

The joy at that time confused the mood of all the dragon kings, and even prevented them from seeing that from the dragon soul, there were five colors silently pouring into Kael'thas' body under the arcane spell.

The power of the guardian dragon——

"Damn it, how could I not see it!"

After understanding everything, Nozdormu's face turned pale.

However, it stands to reason that even if he lost that moment, he would not be able to ignore the Dragon King's Blade in the future...

He just ignored the fact.

The Dragon King's war blade was clearly in his sight, but it did not cause him to worry...

There can only be one reason.

Nozdormu was confused. The change just now was not a sudden change, but an established history.

Both he and the River of Time saw that it was a mistake, and only now are they returning to the truth...

However, only the same power can create such a miracle...

Now that force has successfully gained independence, it will no longer be observed by others.

"silver..."

Nozdormu could only see this—the unique color of one who was freed from fate. (To be continued