Modra was dreaming.

In the dream, she was in the Violet Castle of Dalaran, dressed in a white wedding dress with a beautiful crown, and happily watched by her mentor Antonidas and several respected members of the Kenrito Parliament, waiting for her husband to arrive.

My own wedding was very grand.

Not only were the big names of Dalaran at the scene, but even the kings of the human kingdom were actually present, and even the Phoenix King of Quel'Salas sat down and applauded as Dalaran's allies.

The air was filled with sweet smells, roses representing romance fell from the sky of Dalaran, magical fireworks continued to explode into the sky to form beautiful fireworks, and the ordinary residents of Dalaran celebrated her wedding with a happy and smiling smile on their faces.

Sweetness filled Modra's heart, and she was overwhelmed, but she was almost crazy with joy, and she was fascinated.

She seemed to hear her mentor, the great Speaker of Dalaran, the archmage Antonidas laughing and telling her that her husband had come to marry her, and that he had descended over Dalaran with a vast fleet of skies.

She didn't believe it.

But the sky outside seemed to be filled with a golden fleet, all with huge sails, but the strange thing was that they could fly in the air, not on the sea.

The Golden Fleet was also covered with all kinds of colorful silk cloths, solemn and sacred, warm and solemn, and they came to the top of the Violet Castle.

Amid the tremendous cheers that shook Dalaran, a huge golden sky ship like a mountain range, from its palace-like bow spread out a colorful rainbow bridge, which connected to the entrance of Violet Castle.

A tall, mighty faceless figure, bathed in holy light and surrounded by arcane light, rode a huge unicorn horse of pure white without a single variegated color, and the horse's hooves stepped on the rainbow bridge, coming towards her.

He came slowly.

The distance is getting closer.

Modra, who was almost fainting with happiness, was almost able to see his face.

Just as she was about to see her husband's face, she was suddenly born with a vision, the wings of a huge black crow covering the sky, and the bright sunlight disappeared, replaced by darkness!

Modra exclaimed, "No! ”

She snapped her eyes open.

Covered in cold sweat and in a trance for a few minutes, his consciousness returned to reality.

She remembered that she was now in the primeval forest of Angolo Crater, in the middle of nowhere, lying in a tent made of dinosaur skins by trolls, covered with a kind of cotton called "cotton"

material made of soft and warm quilts.

"Ah......h

"It's a dream."

"Hoo ......"

She breathed a sigh of relief, took a deep breath, and slowly stabilized her full and undulating chest.

That's when it happened.

Her beautiful brown pupils shrank, because she didn't know when, in the huge tent she had alone, there was a huge crow standing opposite and looking at her coldly.

Hardly on a second thought.

A dazzling blue light erupted from her body, and magic began to prepare, arcane power brewing ready to strike potentially dangerous targets.

The other party was faster, but did not attack, and a petite figure emerged from the raven and turned into a woman holding a huge staff and wearing a robe like a crow's feather.

Modra was stunned.

The blue light on her body and hands dimmed, and she couldn't help but blurt out, "Lady Egwene! ”

"Hmmm......"

A cold female voice.

Egwen, who was standing across from her, replied with a blank face.

Because the tent is made with the size of the troll's body in mind, it is very large, and because it is used by Modra, it uses a whole piece of demon tyrannosaurus skin, whether it is to cover the leakage of arcane breath or magic resistance or to block the light, the ability to block the light is very strong, and the dazzling arcane light just now is invisible to the outside world.

The tent was big enough, and the slender Egwene was standing with a staff, and Modra was lying, and there was still a lot of room left.

After a brief panic.

A great sense of shame rose in Modra's heart, and she remembered that the former Guardian had been nearly killed by herself a month earlier. Although she was affected by a mental attack at that time, it couldn't erase her faults.

She hurt this senior who didn't want to hurt her Kenrito and Tirisfa.

"I'm sorry!"

She immediately bowed her head and apologized.

"And thank you! Thank you for saving me in the first place! If you want to do anything to me, I have no complaints! ”

One person does things and one person bears the burden.

Modra was a responsible human who deserved punishment for doing something wrong, and she didn't want to argue for herself.

Seeing her like this, Egwen's cold face softened slightly, "Although it's not all your fault. But you have your own fault, you are too indulged in magical pursuits. ”

"Yes."

"You can do whatever you want to me!"

Modra has a good attitude.

Egwene shook her head, and she said, "I'm not going to do anything to you. But you must atone for your sins and make amends for the sins you have committed. ”

Hearing that she didn't have to be punished, Modra breathed a sigh of relief. Although I realize that I am wrong and am willing to be punished, it is of course better if I can be exonerated from the crime.

After all, she is not a masochist, and she will not find guilt when she is fine.

"Speak, please. What do you need me to do?! Modra asked.

"The dagger."

Egwen whispered, "I'm back to Karazhan. I searched many scrolls and archives, and finally found its source. It was an ominous blade, and it appeared twice in our human records, once in Queldore. It is said to have been seen once with the dwarves recently. ”

Modra knew what Karazan was, that it was the Guardian's own place. It possesses powerful guardian magic, and no one but the Guardian herself and those with her permission can enter the tower that has fascinated countless mages.

It is said to contain a large library of endless magic and knowledge throughout Azeroth, and it is one of the places that Modra most aspires to.

Modra was still thinking about how nice it would be if she could get into Karazhan once, and Egwen's words didn't stop.

"Every time it appears, this weapon will form a bloody storm!"

"Legend has it that it has the power to demagoguery and spread the plague, and those who possess it will eventually go berserk, become unsociable and neurotic, and eventually destroy themselves and everything around them!"

"Its name is Blade of the Dark Empire!"

Egwen's voice just fell.

Modra was stunned, "Blade of the Dark Empire? Going crazy? I was holding it at that time, and I did feel infinite darkness, and it was tempting me......"

Wrong!

The Guardian said that the weapon would drive people crazy, and he really lost control when he took it, and even stabbed the Guardian. But why didn't it have anything on him, like an ordinary dagger?

That's right.

His peculiar abilities.

Should it be his peculiar ability that suppresses the dagger, in other words, only he can suppress the dagger?

Modra was still thinking.

Egwen had already said coldly again: "You can't let this weapon wander outside, either destroy it or seal it. That's why I'm coming back, your name is Modra, right? Will you help me? If you are willing to help me, maybe I can consider letting you go to Karazhan for a few days. ”

Hear the words.

Modra stopped thinking.

Pretty eyes widened.