Traveling through World of Warcraft

Chen Yu's body struggled to stand up amid the violent vibrations. His body was covered with scars and his clothes were ragged. His eyes showed exhaustion and confusion, but also a hint of determination.

His eyes moved slowly, and finally settled on the familiar yet cold body on the ground. It was his own body, and he looked at it in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing was real.

There was an expression of astonishment on his face, his mouth opened slightly, and he murmured to himself: "It seems that even if you have permanent invincible power, you can't avoid the furious burning anger of Frostmourne..." His The voice was low and hoarse, full of helplessness and sorrow.

His eyes gradually became hollow, as if his soul had left with the corpse, leaving only a body standing alone in this cold world.

However, Chen Yu was filled with confusion like a tide. He didn't understand why he was the only one left out in the strange scene where everyone was resurrected.

He frowned tightly, and a deep "chuan" formed between his eyebrows. The tangled lines seemed to tell his inner struggles and doubts. His eyes were wandering, full of confusion and confusion. He looked at his body for a while, and then looked into the distance again, trying to find answers.

The original determination in his eyes had been replaced by confusion. His star-like eyes were now dim and shrouded in a layer of deep confusion. He kept asking himself, why is this? Why was he the only one not resurrected? His thoughts were like a mess, and he couldn't figure it out.

Just when Chen Yu fell into the abyss of doubt and couldn't extricate himself, a powerful and mysterious force suddenly surged from behind him like a tide.

This force made the surrounding air seem to be stagnant, and Chen Yu felt a chill crawling up his spine. He turned his head in horror, his heart beating violently in his chest, as if it was about to burst out of his throat.

Behind him, an incredibly beautiful female blood elf stood quietly. She has a graceful figure, skin like snow, and long silver hair like a waterfall gently fluttering in the breeze. Her eyes are like deep lakes, shining with mysterious light, making people unpredictable.

She was wearing a gorgeous purple robe, embroidered with exquisite runes and patterns. As she moved, the robe gently swayed, dreamlike and beautiful yet full of danger. She stood there quietly, but seemed to be in control of everything, making Chen Yu feel extremely small and helpless in front of her.

I saw a strange and bright light shining in the hands of the female blood elf. The light jumped like a smart elf, as if it contained mysterious power.

Covered in this light, Chen Yu's soul was helpless and was easily absorbed by the female blood elf in an instant. His soul struggled in the transparent container, but could not escape this invisible bondage.

Then something amazing happened. The transparent container began to undergo amazing changes. It twisted and deformed at an unimaginable speed, and gradually transformed into an extremely exquisite earring. This earring shines with a faint and strange light, like a mysterious star, exuding a unique charm.

The female blood elf moved without hesitation, and she elegantly put the earrings on her ears. The earrings were close to her skin, as if they were integrated into one body, exuding a strange and dangerous beauty.

Chen Yu's soul was struggling crazily in the transparent container. His hands kept beating the wall of the container, as if he wanted to break it. His face was distorted with anger and fear, and his eyes were full of despair and unwillingness.

He shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice full of pain and helplessness. The shouts were like thunder in a storm, constantly echoing in this small space. However, all of this seemed to be isolated in another world, and no one could hear his cry.

His voice rang out again and again in that small space, and was swallowed up by the invisible barrier again and again. The invisible barrier seemed to be an insurmountable high wall, blocking his voice and hope inside, leaving him trapped in endless pain and despair.

On the Frozen Throne, a fierce battle was in full swing. The sounds of swords clashing, the roar of spells being released, and the roars and roars of the warriors intertwined together and filled the entire battlefield, making the air seem to tremble.

However, everything changed the moment Alsace's huge body crashed to the ground. The originally bustling battlefield suddenly fell into dead silence. The weapons in the hands of the soldiers stopped in mid-air. Their eyes widened and they looked at this scene in disbelief.

Time seemed to have stood still at this moment, and everything became extremely slow. The dust on the battlefield slowly fell, as if shocked by the sudden silence. The wind stopped blowing, the flags on the battlefield no longer fluttered, and the whole world seemed to fall into a heavy silence.

The weathered face of King Tenaris was full of heaviness and sadness. His eyes were red, tears welling up in his eyes, and he hugged Alsace tightly, who had fallen to the ground.

Alsace's originally heroic body looked so weak and weak at this moment. His eyes were dim and dull, losing their former sharpness and brilliance, as if the flame of life was about to extinguish.

He used his last bit of strength to raise his head with difficulty, and his eyes slowly moved towards King Tenaris. His lips trembled slightly, and his voice was as weak as a candle in the wind, and he said: "Father, is everything over..." The voice was full of confusion and reluctance, which made people feel sad.

King Tenaris's eyes showed deep sadness and helplessness. The sadness, like an endless night, shrouded his heart; the helplessness, like a heavy shackles, made him breathless.

His eyes fell firmly on Alsace's face, his eyes full of love and regret. His voice was low and hoarse, as if he was sighing from the bottom of his heart, and he replied softly: "It's over, my son, imperial power has no eternity..." His words were full of emotion about the impermanence of the world, and Deep attachment to his son.

A look of despair gradually appeared on Alsace's face. The despair, like a tide, flooded his entire face, making his originally handsome face distorted and painful.

His lips trembled slightly, and he murmured to himself: "In front of my eyes, there is only darkness..." The voice was full of helplessness and despair, as if he was saying his final farewell to this world.

Before he could even finish his words, the fire of his life was quietly extinguished like a candle in the wind. His body slowly collapsed, and there was no trace of vitality anymore, and he passed away.

King Tenaris' hand trembled slightly as he slowly stretched forward and landed gently on Arthas' face. His fingers gently caressed Alsace's skin, as if he wanted to use this last tenderness to soothe his endless pain.

His movements were so gentle and careful, as if he were protecting an extremely precious treasure. His eyes were full of sadness and reluctance, and tears kept rolling in his eyes.

Then, he leaned down and gently closed Alsace's eyelids with his weathered hands. Under his movements, Alsace's face gradually returned to calmness, as if he had just fallen asleep. King Tenaris stared at Arthas's peaceful face, unwilling to leave for a long time.