When Lagosh met Anduin, it was already a week after Gugar's death. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

They returned to Theramore, where in the halls of the palace, the brave gladiator was half-kneeling and holding the lost Anduin in his arms.

Lagosh once thought that his fate with Anduin would end with an encounter at the Hammer of Doom, but it was only after Anduin was captured by Gugar that the fierce gladiator truly understood what Anduin meant to him, and that it was an indispensable part of his soul.

Fate sent the little prince to him, and he had no intention of separating from him again.

What he had been hesitating about before, until the moment he met Anduin, he also made a decision, and Lagosh finally decided to face his fate bravely, whether it was new life or destruction.

Valera leaned sadly on the rooftop outside the court of Theramore, the strong High Elf holding her legs in her hands like a weak girl, and judging by the moistness of her beautiful eyes, she must have secretly wept more than once lately.

Lagosh won't hide anything from her, so she is the first to know about Lagosh's decision, she can't stop a decision that seems to her to be as meaningless as a moth to a fire, but she can't stop the person she likes from going to destruction.

Especially after hearing Kael'thas explain it in person, Valera felt that the sky was about to fall.

Even the most learned polymath of Sindra, after a long day of continuous discussion, could not determine what would result of the reunion of the two divided souls.

Their most optimistic estimate is that the reunited soul will inherit the memories of both Lagosh and Varian, but the personality will definitely undergo a certain deflection, and as for the worst outcome, after the two souls are reunited, the new personality will even forget all of its past.

Like a blank sheet of paper, it's a re-entry with your own existence!

Valera thought she would not be able to bear all this, but when she saw the scene of Lagosh holding Anduin crying bitterly, her heart was touched, in the past 3 years, she had never seen Lagosh show such a weak expression, she even felt that Lagosh in front of her was a little strange, she wanted to escape from this place.

But she couldn't.

At least she can't until she sees the results of Lagosh's adventure in person.

"Why are you hiding here? Boy, you shouldn't have broken in here. ”

An old voice woke Valella from her worries, she wiped her tears, and when she looked back, she saw a stern old woman standing in front of her with a cane, and she jumped down from the roof with some embarrassment, and bowed down to the old woman.

"I'm sorry, I just... Just looking for a quiet place. ”

Egwene looked at the High Elf in front of her, she had seen such a beautiful creature countless times in her long life, she had no good impression of this creature, especially after hearing the news of her son's death, she was full of disappointment in the world that she had personally guarded, but after seeing Median appear, Egwen's already cold heart beat again.

She tries to see the world in a new way, she accepts Dick, she moves to Theramore, she even goes back to Karazhan and looks at the man who gave his life and everything for her children, and she even begins to like the world again that is changing faster and faster, although she never admits it.

Now, she looked at Valella in front of her, according to her original temper, the thief who broke into her mage tower without permission would be burned into a dry skeleton by the merciless flames, but now, after her silence, she waved her hand lightly,

"Yes, I am indeed the quietest place in the city, come, little girl, tell me about you, I can feel that you are very sad, very confused, and even a little desperate. ”

Egwene slowly took out a beautiful set of tea sets from his tea cabinet and beckoned Valera to sit beside her.

"It's not supposed to be you. ”

"Why?"

Valella was still sad, but she was intrigued by the strange old woman's words in front of her, and she asked in a low voice, "Can't the High Elves be sad?"

Egwene smiled, a smile that softened her serious face,

"For the blade that pierces darkness should not be so weak, my child, even to satisfy the poor curiosity of a poor old man. ”

Valella was stunned, she remembered that when her grandfather was still alive, the best Assassin in the whole of Quel'Salas had said something similar, but soon, under Egwene's guidance, she told the story of herself and Lagosh as it was, and at the end, a tear appeared irrepressibly in the corner of her eye.

"He's going to die on his own... I wanted to stop him, but I had no reason to do that, that kid, I could see that he was making decisions for that kid, and I could feel that in his heart, that kid was more important than everything, more than me..."

When Valera's story was finished, Egwene fell into deep thought, and she babbled on and on,

"Soul magic is very mysterious, those Sindra elves are right, its complicated situation will cause a lot of trouble, but they don't take into account a situation, after the fault line of the memories of both sides is filled, it is likely that the two personalities will complement each other, and even give birth to a more perfect soul..."

"What are you talking about?"

Valera couldn't understand Egwen's intricate words, and she asked, interrupting Egwen's thoughts, but the old woman smiled at her and reached out and patted her palm.

"Don't worry, little girl, fate will favor those brave, don't always think about bad things, let me say, your little boyfriend is likely to be a blessing in disguise. ”

"Really?"

Valera's eyes widened, this action made the cold High Elf look unexpectedly cute, and Egwene nodded,

"Of course, girl, even if things get bad, I think what you should do now is not to feel sorry for yourself here, but to spend the last few days with your little boyfriend, do you want to leave each other a bad final separation?"

Valera was silent, and after a few minutes, she stood up, bowed respectfully to the mysterious old woman, and walked one last step out of the gate of the Mage's Tower.

Egwene shrugged, and another voice sounded behind her,

"Ah, that's the descendant of the Sangunar family, that cold family of assassins, and finally a little guy with a human touch. ”

The voice appeared very abruptly, but Egwen didn't care, and there was even a trace of annoyance on her face,

"How many times have you said it, Elan, don't step on my carpet, it's expensive!"

With Egwene's reprimand, a white-bearded old man came out of the air, judging from the thin fluorescence of his body, it was a ghost, but he magically retained all his memories and character, he looked at Egwene, who was no longer young, and a warm smile appeared on his handsome face, which could still see his youth.

"Alright, beautiful lady, don't be upset, I'm here to talk to you about the last magical subject..."

"Come on, Elan, you used this trick more than thirty years ago! Come and help me pack my things, Madion will be over in a moment, and I must prepare a delicious little cake for my grandson before he comes, and the poor boy must miss his grandmother very much." ”

"Maybe he'll miss his grandfather even more. ”

"Shut up! Don't snatch my grandson from me, you damn it... No, you're dead, you bastard. ”

On the other side, just as Valella's heart knot was untied, Gavincent, the Viku who had been missing for days, was sitting on the body of a behemoth, riding the waves on the surface of the sea, and the sea breeze ruffled his gray hair, showing the rough appearance of the Viku man vividly.

At the end of the line of sight, the iconic white palace of Theramore is already in plain sight.

"I say, barbarian, I heard that you were defeated by a human?

The thunderous voice was kind and full of playfulness, and Gavincent rubbed his forehead with a little headache, and reached out to knock his fist against the hard scales of the behemoth.

"Alright, Noire Horn, you foolish fellow, I'm here to help you, not to listen to your outdated jokes. ”

The behemoth flapped its wings dissatisfied, and counterattacked,

"Who said my jokes were outdated? The little minotaurs of the High Ridge were fascinated by it, and when I told the story of Hunn's saga, those little ones were desperate to rush out and fight those demons right now, by the way, are you really sure that the magic left on that human is our secret art?"

Calvincent nodded,

"Of course, the smell of that magic is similar to yours, but with a hint of madness and madness, I guess left by your mad kindred. ”

"Kind... After the fall of Deathwing, I didn't have any kindred, and the only two guys who could resist the chaos in the bloodline a little bit have also been killed, but I don't know if it's an illusion, I can always feel that one of them is not dead. ”

"I'll leave that for later, and go to Theramore, where Lagosh is already waiting for me, and hopefully this time it will help him. ”

"Don't worry, as long as it's a secret technique, I can easily solve it, believe me, Calvincent, Black Horn never lies!"

“... I can believe anything else from you, but I don't believe you at all! You have deceived the entire Minotaur of the Supreme Ridge for 10,000 years, you hypocritical bastard!"

"Hahaha, that's just to protect them! The power of the black dragon is not something they can touch!"

With thunderous laughter, a large black shadow swept past the harbor of Theramore, causing countless people to panic, and they looked up to see that it was a real dragon, with black scales, black tail, and sharp claws, and it was not until the sheriff arrived that the place slowly returned to peace.

But countless people saw it, it was a black dragon!

A black dragon that is unbelievably sober and unbelievably peaceful.

It was the last remaining awake black dragon in the world that was not infected by chaos... Well, probably the last one.

And in Stormwind, the Stormwind Fortress has already been rebuilt.

King Varian, dressed in a ceremonial suit, personally escorted by heavily armed Marshal Wendsor, Marshal Maxwell, and Marshal Efarhibi, walked out of the fortress, and Duke Leorik, who had lost an arm in the Battle of Quicksand, strode ahead with one hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist.

They were going to the Enchanted Quarter, and Prince Anduin Ureon's knightly trial had been completed, and the king decided to go to Theramore himself to fetch him back.

Archbishop Benedictas, who had received the news, rushed over with the priests and met the king and the marshals at the gate of the fortress.

Benedictas was still the same kind and approachable image, he glanced worriedly at the pale King Varian, and whispered,

"With all due respect, Your Majesty, your current body is not suitable for traveling far, so it is better to let a few marshals go there in your place. ”

Benedictas's words still carry a lot of weight in Varian's place, and the king's current state is quite strange, he thought about it for a while, and felt that what Benedictas said was also reasonable, so he said,

"Or..."

"No, Your Majesty!"

Just as the king was about to change his words, Marshal Wendthor opened his mouth and said loudly,

"Don't forget the secret letter that Eldest Princess Kalia sent to you before, this time it's not just to bring back Prince Anduin, that kind of big event related to the founding of Lordaeron, the identity of His Royal Highness is not enough, this is a matter of dignity in the Stormwind Kingdom. ”

This made Varian immediately dispel his thoughts, and he solemnly said to Benedictas,

"Archbishop, the marshal is right, this time it's not just Anduin's business, I have to go to Theramore myself, as for my body... If you are not at ease, you can come with me, and in your capacity, Princess Kalia will be glad to welcome you. ”

Benedictas pondered for a moment, shook his head, and he sighed,

"Two days ago, the group of cultists who should go to hell attacked the East Valley, I have to go there once in the past two days to do a consolation ceremony for the dead, now the kingdom is in turmoil, I hope you can come back as soon as possible to preside over the overall situation, I will ask the priests to follow you over and take care of your body at any time, please be sure not to refuse. ”

Varian nodded, and then walked to the Enchanted Zone, escorted by the marshals, where there was a portal to Theramore.

After Varian left, Benedictas' eyes narrowed, and there was an indescribable glint in it, and finally, the respected archbishop made a few finger strokes in front of him, made a prayer gesture that was common among the monks, and returned to the church district with his retinue.

Three days later, the Westspring Fortress on the border of the Elwyn Forest in the Stormwind Kingdom was attacked by the Twilight Cultists, killing and wounding the whole country.