When: 10/11/23 at Black Gate / Location: Fountain Square in the heart of Talon County

There was a strong aura of murder in the wind, and her target was undoubtedly the little girl, and Pamela was asleep, while I lay on top of her to keep her safe. The dust and stones continued to invade me, and the size of the stones became larger and larger, and this was by no means an ordinary wind, but gradually, something hard and heavy fell from the sky and smashed heavily on my back. The wind and sand obscured the sky and the earth, and at the same time obscured the propagation of sounds, and I could only hear the shouts of my companions nearby, the clearest of which were: "Meteorite rain!"

"Heavenly Father, Holy Mother, cut my sinner, shelter in the shadow, fortunately do not dislike those who ask, in all times of distress and danger, rescue our people, the sky turns to rain, and the heart is blessed! Meteorites could not penetrate my sacred wall and bounced off the dome.

Soon, the sudden storm of Sumeru dissipated, and I looked up to see the curvaceous silhouette of a woman on the horizon.

The partners around the fountain were fine, but the sandstorm disrupted the entire warband. The siren's tall body was half-arched, blocking Karin and the two minions, and the meteorite couldn't break through his sturdy scale armor, but his fists could. The tail of the fish of the [Crucian King Stone] was held in his hand, but it was only a fish tail, and the rest of the front end was all shattered on the ground. Blood spurted from the siren's mouth onto the shield and onto Carlin's face. Edward, gasping for breath, stood coldly not far away, his fist covered in fishy blood.

Darwin was lying in a pool of blood, and Hassan was probably the pale green flesh around him, and he must have stepped on a mine he had planted, and the resulting shock wave stunned Darwin.

The wounded soldier and the old woman were all right, except that the twelve weirdos disappeared out of thin air, as if they had never existed.

I looked down at Pamela, and there was a sticky substance oozing from where my hand was holding, wasn't it? Could it be that this little girl was injured and I had opened the wound? But she was still snoring? Could it be that she was the undead? I lifted her dress, and a cup-sized hole appeared in her lower abdomen, and the wound was a little black around it, with a small amount of scabs. As it turned out, she was long dead!

But how did she escape the Scourge Legion, or did she use her imagination to defeat all the bad guys who invaded? What the hell is she? As far as I know, the level of mana is not inherited, unless... It's the Guardian.

I didn't bother to explore her story, and flew to rescue the siren, while the rest of my companions rushed over and fought Edward.

The siren's armor was covered with dense dents, and the eight fists shattered his ribs and heart, and if I wanted to completely heal these internal injuries, I am afraid it would take days. Now that the siren was still conscious, he said weakly, "No... Lose. ”

"I know. Don't talk, Mr. Carlin and I will heal you. ”

Carlin looked at me incredulously, "I... I don't know how to heal. ”

"Are you just going to increase the doctor's work?" I was about to explode at the reckless Carlin, but they were also doing bad things with good intentions, so I could only reproach them and let them be my nurses for the time being: "You two, go find a double bed board at random, if there is a soft mattress, it is better." Mr. Carlin helped me take off my deformed armor, and I was now going to make my pre-operative preparations. ”

The three of them were speechless, all with a little guilt, silently carrying out the work assigned to them. The old lady also gathered around with the wounded soldiers, whose injuries were far less serious than they had imagined, but they were all poisoned, so it was difficult to exert force, which explained why they had been hiding instead of fighting back.

I calmed the siren's emotions and the results of the lens showed that his pericardial muscles and coronary arteries had been extensively damaged, and now only one aorta was still functioning. Leave it alone, he has three days to live. I had Carlin and the others lay his huge body flat on the mattress, I didn't have anesthetic, but he didn't seem to feel pain either. I peeled off a piece of fish scales from his chest, then opened his ribcage. Most of the body structure of the Naga fish-people is the same as that of humans, except that there is a white-flowered fish bubble in the abdominal cavity and an extra set of gills on the lung tissue, which are different from each other. They evolved from the ancient Night Elves and are now supposed to belong to the amphibians.

"Mr. Carlin, I want you to take turns to do artificial respiration on his gills to make sure he has vital signs. Granny, I need you to hold his hand tightly during the operation, slowly but non-stop instilling magic. ”

Old woman: "Why do you count me?"

"Didn't you say you're here to help? Abby is your goddaughter too, and I'm sure you don't want her to be sad about the loss of her companion, do you?"

Old woman: "Hmph! I know so soon! Ugly words ahead, I am not a strange girl like my son Medivan, and I have no feelings for the elf wild girl. ”

"Okay, then you agreed. ”

Old woman: "Wait, how long will the surgery take? What about Pamela?"

"You already knew she was an undead child, didn't you? ordinary illnesses and injuries wouldn't help her, unless the heart was removed or the head was cut off. If someone comes to snatch her, with you and Best here, you should have time to protect her. ”

Old woman: "Okay, okay, don't get me covered in blood, {Theramore} doesn't have a washing machine." ”

After the liberation of the orcs, Lady Gianna Prodmore, who had a close relationship with the Great Orc Chief Thrall, led the naval fleet of Kurtiras to build a country called the Celemore Coastal Defense Federation, which lived next to the tribal capital {Orgrimmar} and lived in peace. It seems that Egwene has been living in seclusion in the city for some time.

I tried to connect Abby's inner world with the Eye of the Mind so that I could watch my companions fight while operating, but my attempt failed, and my Holy Energy was severely insufficient, and the legendary Ninglu-level divine magic could not be activated. These days, every time I encounter a believer like me, I will eventually end up with the hell soul power, and the dark breath has steadily suppressed the release of the holy energy, so it is not a way to go on, I have to accumulate the power of the gods through [Heavenly Meditation] while recovering the magic power, and reverse suppress the path of death. My body grows more and more emaciated by the alternating power of the two sources of magic, the light that brings me infinitely closer to a human, and the soul power that brings me infinitely closer to a ghost. Take the sense of smell as an example, it also comes and goes, sometimes it is strong and sometimes it is weak. Heaven and hell are counterbalances within me, and I can't find the best way to merge them.

"What kind of poison did you get?" I asked the wounded soldiers, as I cleared the blood clots.

One of the orcs, who seemed to be the leader, did not answer my question, but asked sternly: "Why do you want the healer of this tribe to be in the company of a few humans? and operate on that big blue guy! He is a Naga Siren, do you know, an enemy of the tribe!"

"You read it wrong, I don't belong to the tribe. They are all my friends, and of course they should be given the treatment they deserve. ”

One of the trolls with a broken tooth said, "He's an undead, and since he says he's not an ally of the tribe, he must be a scourge!"

"You say yes!" I didn't bother to pay attention to these blind and blind diehards.

"No, platoon commander! natural disasters don't help the living. The minotaur said.

Orc Platoon Leader: "Are you questioning my judgment? Am I so stupid that I can't distinguish between good and bad people?"

The dwarf burst out laughing: "Ridiculous tribal pig! Can you tell the difference between a turkey and a trap?"

Orc: "Shut up, if the chief hadn't sent us to escort you to the Undercity, what would have been... How could you fall into that trap!"

One of the green-haired trolls said, "We really didn't see the turkey trap beforehand. It was because I was hungry, at least I was hungry at the time. ”

The orc platoon leader's face changed slightly, and the other troll hurriedly said, "No, no, the point is not whether you are hungry or not." It's that the platoon commander is too poor at distinguishing! I said earlier that the chicken doesn't look the right color. ”

Minotaur: "You didn't say that. ”

Orc: "That's enough! Shut up if you don't want to go to court-martial!"

Greenhair: "What is a court-martial?"

Minotaur: "It's the place where incompetent generals are judged." ”

Orc: "Oh my God!"

Dwarf: "I'm just a captive, don't pull me." ”

Minotaur: "No one says you're an incompetent general?"

Green-Haired Troll: "But he's a general. ”

Toothbreaker Troll: "He's just a general of the Alliance, he won't go to the tribal courts." ”

Orc: "A bunch of idiots! Whatever nonsense, we're going to clean the toilet at the polluter camp for a year!" The trick seemed to have some effect, the minotaur grimaced and the two trolls retched with their tongues out.

Old woman: "It's a miracle that the tribe still exists! ”

I wiped the sweat from my head, looked at Egwen, and smiled awkwardly.

"Mrs. Egwene, what the hell is going on with Pamela, the power in her body cannot be explained by paranoia. ”

Egwen: "What do you say... She must be half a Guardian. ”

"What do you mean?"

Egwene: "There are many people who have heard of the Twelve, but very few of them know the origin of the Twelve. At the beginning of the planet, the gods sowed the seeds of life here, and Homo sapiens was born from that, but they were muddled and had only simple tools and simpler minds. My ancestors were one of twelve babies who Heavenly Father had chosen to spread knowledge and magical energy on the planet. Astral Calamity – Teach people to understand the celestial charts. Susha - a way to measure time for mortals. Paper Palace - Let Homo sapiens summarize the lessons of daily life and then pass them on in the form of books. And the last Guardian with Pamela's abilities was called - Myth. Myths and legends are the source of faith for mortals, and they are also the basis of will. And the owner of the mythical ability is named Salas, who is also a good friend of mine. Sixty-eight years ago, I met the love of my life, the mage ranger of Dalaran. Things came quickly, and about a year later, I was pregnant with Rokko and had to take a break to recuperate. After a few days of retreat, I was suddenly awakened by a nightmare that was very real, I was standing on the ice field of Northrend with an unusually powerful demon imprinted in my pupils. I knew it was not an easy dream, but it would be dangerous for me to go to the location of my dream on my own, so I decided to contact the rest of the Guardians to go with me to make sure nothing went wrong. The only one who can respond to the call is Mythical Salas, and the two female guardians arrive together at the place of the dream, and the demon in the dream is also there, and we have no way of knowing what he is here for, only that the one who came is not good, and he has no good intentions. We fought him for days, and the demon was eventually slain by us, but in the process, Salas struck his evil spell that quickly drained her intellect, and eventually she would become a brainless shell. For some time after that, I tried to find a cure for her, but to no avail. She was in a vegetative state, and I was about to give birth, and I didn't see her again for years. ”

"Nasalas may have been killed by Pamela by mistake, so the power of the Guardian reached her. ”

Egwene: "No, she and I each have the other's life alarm, and if she's dead, then the alarm will definitely notify me." ”

"That's not right, you're not a Guardian now, are you?"

Egwene nodded, and I pressed on, "You passed on the power of guardianship to your son when you gave birth to Medivan, which means that there can only be one corresponding Star Tribulation Guardian. But if Salas hadn't died, there would have been two Guardians of Mythology in the world at the same time. ”

Egwen: "So she's only half, and I think according to the style of the Heavenly Temple, it's very likely that they know that Salas is in the same condition as if he was dead, so they transferred some of his abilities to Pamela." But this is all my speculation, and the true reason is not yet certain. ”

"Is it possible that Pamela is the daughter of the myth?"

Egwen: "I thought about that possibility, too, so I found her mother, and the woman was now an undead, but there was no doubt that the woman looked exactly like the little girl. And I don't think Salas could have children in a severe coma. You know, I didn't expect to have a baby like that. ”

"Huh~~ Did you just know about men and women when you were more than seven hundred years old?"

Egwen: "Uh-huh! I've been busy fighting against the evil forces that are trying to destroy the world, and I'm busy. ”

"Eh~~!!, I suspect you're Abby's grandmother... ”

Egwene: "What did you say?"

"Nothing, do you know how Pamela died? I know she was under the care of the dragon lady Chromie until she returned to Daron County, and then disappeared. ”

Egwen: "Pamela is completely incapable of mastering the power she possesses, and the key to the power of mythology is not imagination, but the ability to materialize. While she can turn a living person into a doll, she cannot turn a dead person back into a living person. But Pamela insisted on going her own way, and she returned to Talon County, where she lived in her old home, and thought about her father, who had died in battle, and her longing for his father did not play a role, but only turned her little bear into the father in her head. I haven't found out what happened after that, and I don't know the cause of death. ”

"Who else knows about her divine powers, but you and Carlin?" I think it's likely that the person who leaked the news was also her killer.

Egwen: "That's a lot, Redpass is a big family, her father Joseph, her uncle Carlin, her sister Jessica, her brother Ollie, and her mother Sophia, they all know the secret, it's just that Carlin left home to join the army, he knows about it, but no one tells this idiot that he can't spread it everywhere. ”

Carlin silently puffed up the gills on the side...

Egwene: "I'm also looking for the whereabouts of her family's large group of relatives, and Carlin has now found it, the little leader of Silver Dawn." Joseph and Ollie and Aunt Maraine were all killed in the Battle of Talon County, and I found Marlene's body the other day, she was not turned into an undead. Ollie's body is now missing, and it is reported that the guerrilla forces resisting the Scourge had seen the Death Knight Joseph during an encounter. Pamela's mother was also found, and she asked me to give her a good time, and of course I was happy to serve. The only one who lives and ends up uncertain now is Jessica, a magician who traveled away before the fall of Talon County and never returned. ”

I told Carlin not to be sad, at least not to fill the siren's chest with tears until the first stage of the operation was complete.

"Minna, can you still move?"

Mina, who was resting by the pool, immediately said, "Yes." ”

"Go to the town and look for Pamela's doll. ”

Minna used to be a spy, so of course she was very good at doing the search work, and she had to achieve her mission: "Hmm. With her brief words, an owl with a bandage on its belly flew toward the town to the west.

Egwen: "You're trying to use the doll to lure Pamela with you, right?"

"No, I just want her family to be as complete as possible. ”

Egwen: "Your boy's name isn't small now. I didn't expect that in the past half a year, you have been thriving. ”

"It's just a place like these natural cemeteries. ”

Egwene: "Are you in love with my granddaughter?" she asked suddenly, leaving me speechless.

“。。。。。。 ”

Egwen: "Don't worry, silly boy. This granddaughter is not of Medivan's blood, and I don't care too much about who she marries. I'm just curious. ”

"I'm sorry, ma'am. If you had asked me last month, I could still firmly confirm it. But after Illusia's death, I suddenly realized that the intense sense of grief seemed to be true love. ”

Egwen: "Man! always see one and love another." Do you think how miserable you would be if Abby died?"

"I can't make such cruel assumptions. I made a promise to Illusia to make her happy forever, and I didn't do it. ”

Egwen: "You can't even see through your own heart right now. That promise probably weighed more weight than Illucia herself. ”

"Anyway, I owe her a promise that will never be kept, and sometimes I hate myself for not remembering Kiefer and Hule in my grief, but always remembering her. I hated myself for thinking that if I had knocked her unconscious and forcibly taken her. But she was going back to see my father for the last time, and if I had done that, she would have hated me for the rest of my life. ”

Egwen: "You're not in love with her. You're afraid that she will hate you, and you're afraid that your promise will be disappointed. True love is mutual trust. You'll never be afraid that Abby will be mad at you, never worry that she'll leave you, because you know she'll never do that. Sometimes love is in front of you, but you don't see it. ”

"It's as if you know me better than I do. ”

Egwen: "The stars have given me the answer, kid. ”

A series of rumblings interrupted our conversation, only to hear Edward's roar mixed with his whispers, "Eight doors closed!" 。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。 (Rabbit pen Kang slugging cow)