"Aren't you going to see him?"

In the garden on the upper floor of the Dark Temple, Aurelia dressed in a homely robe, like a true hostess, tending up her favorite flowers, a once-small flower garden that had grown to flourish under her care.

With the help of the ghosts who are rich in art, the garden has been designed in a unique style, and walking through it is like walking in a real flower forest, and the garden is filled with the breath of nature after the transplantation of the soil of life given to them by the Druids of the Blighter.

Holding a small pair of scissors, the Blood Mistress sat on a bench in the garden, carefully building the white rose in front of her, which was Tyrion's favorite flower and Aurelia's treasure, and beside Aurelia stood a lady in a long white dress, she was a human being, with a light veil, long black hair scattered behind her back, just from the back, she looked very gentle, full of everyone's beautiful temperament.

The mysterious lady shook her head at Aurelia's inquiry, handed the jug to Aurelia and whispered

"What if we meet? He's not who he used to be, and I'm not who I used to be. ”

"But you should be well aware that Varian has been missing you."

Aurelia stood up, jug in hand, and sprinkled water on the flowers, like best friends, she persuaded

"My Tiffany, I know, you're blaming us, you think we've turned you into a monster, but I'm sure Varian won't care about his efforts, you see, once such a delicate man, in order to take you and Anduin from us, he turned himself into the most terrible beast."

"You should go see him! Even if it's just a conversation, a meal"

"I don't blame you, Aurelia, after I woke up, I knew very well what my body was doing at that time, if it wasn't for your blood magic to help me survive, I would have died a long time ago, and I would never be able to see my son grow up healthily again."

Queen Tiffany, dressed in tulle, folded her hands on her chest, her back to her best friend, and a tactful sadness in her voice

"But it's not time yet, Aurelia, Varian, my lover has been working hard to save us, he has come this far, I know what a proud man he is, he will not accept handouts from the enemy If I go to see him now, it will be equivalent to removing all the reasons for which he has worked hard, that loss, will destroy my husband."

The queen looked back, her blood-red eyes shining with a glint

"My husband has already been destroyed once, and he can't afford to do it a second time."

"But can you bear to watch him challenge Tyrion for you?"

Aurelia set the kettle aside, she took Tiffany's hand, and she asked softly

"He can't win, even Lothar has failed, my husband is no longer something that mortals can defeat, you shouldn't push Varian to a point of no return, it's cruel to him."

"No, no, Aurelia."

Tiffany's beautiful face under the tulle flashed with a hint of pride and trust, and she said in a deep voice

"My husband's efforts along the way will never be wasted, he will become a greater person, he will make Andu proud of him, he is not only responsible and mission for our mother and son, he also has a kingdom, even the fate of an empire to carry, Anduin and I will not be a burden to him."

"He will become the Emperor, just like his adoptive father, the greatest pillar of human civilization! I've seen that future."

"The forge of pain will forge a blade like no other, Aurelia, I just need to be patient now, and the moment this blade is unsheathed, I need to be patient."

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In a house in the White Tower Harbor at the junction of the Dust Swamp and the Thousand Needles Stone Forest, the leaders of the Human Empire are currently discussing the upcoming barbarian war, and there are people in attendance

King Garin Torbain of Stormgard.

King of Lordaeron, Alsace Minehir.

King Liam Greymane of Gilnehs.

The prince of Kul Tiras, Drake Proudmoor, who will ascend the throne next month.

Archbishop of Chaldean, Countess Presto, and Duke Aberlock in place of King Varian Ureon in charge of the Kingdom of Stormwind.

In addition to this, there were also Archmage Modra, who was present on behalf of Dalaran, Archmage Ansrem Ruinvivol, and Archmage Gianna.

This is the second generation of leaders of the human empire, they are basically princes or princesses, and they are all young, but they have all experienced the transition of the old era and the new era, have seen the cruelty of war, will not naively believe in world peace, and finally, they all have an irresolvable hatred with the Darkblade Undead.

Originally, Uther, the Grand Knight of the Silver Hand, would have been in attendance, but that Grand Knight had been severely wounded in the previous war by Salufar, the most powerful Death Lord of the Darkblade Legion, and is currently resting at the New Riptide Castle in the Dust Swamp and training new paladins.

Among the humans in the hall, there are a few people who seem to be very discordant, they are war observers sent by the tribe, and they are all "old friends" of the human leaders, Sal, Woking, and Bane the Minotaur Bloodhoof, they will not be directly involved in the war, but if the three people believe that the centaurs' war behavior will affect the tribal territory of the Barrens, they also have the right to submit an application to the tribe to participate in the war.

This would have been unthinkable in the days of the old kings, and humans and orcs would immediately punch each other's dog brains as soon as they stood together, but now, to paraphrase an old saying, times have changed.

"The intelligence officers have infiltrated the core of the centaur tribe, and according to the information they have sent back, the barbarians are brewing a counterattack, and it is clear that the westward expansion of the empire has attracted the nervousness of these barbarians, and they are afraid of us."

According to the boundaries temporarily divided by the new leaders, the middle of the Thousand Needles Stone Forest is part of the future territory of the Kingdom of Gilneis, so when the war comes, His Majesty Liam seems to be very enthusiastic.

The young king had a terrible scar on his chin that ruined his handsome face, which was the wound he suffered during the last raid of the undead during the great retreat of Gilneth, and not only him, but every king present, with various scars on his body, representing their past experiences.

Although they are not veterans of a hundred battles, these young people have all been on the battlefield, and in the just-concluded battle of the Northern Frontier, each of them has a heavy pressure in their hearts, the pressure given to them by the undead, the feeling of shame, the shame of being forced to stay away from their homeland, these emotions echo in everyone's hearts, so that these young people can not suppress their inner emotions somewhat.

Due to the fact that they are separated from the undead, they now desperately need to release the pressure in their hearts, and those barbarians who are unwilling to give up are obviously a suitable substitute for war.

In other words, the adult of the Human Empire was beaten all over the ground by the fierce man next door, and when he was in a low mood, he encountered a bear child who provoked him on the side, and what would happen, so there is no need to say more.

Humans were indeed beaten badly by the undead, but the number of armies of the four kingdoms after the regrouping is still amazing, even if some soldiers are cut because of the expansion, but the remaining ones are assembled, and they are not at all barbarians who do not even have a mature civilization form can resist, and more importantly, the undead have opened the door to a new world for mankind with cross-era artillery, even if it is only in the period of reorganization, the armament of various countries has already begun.

The arms dealers in the Black Iron Region are happy to see the war happen, the goblins and gnomes have given the human empire enough "good and cheap" arms on fire, and the human rulers also need a brilliant victory to reinstill confidence in the people, and under the influence of these factors, the voice of the doves is almost inaudible in this war planning meeting, and every country, every general is sharpening their knives.

"The gray wolf brigade that has completed the refitting has already entered the forefront of the Thousand Needles Stone Forest, and we can attack at any time."

King Liam rubbed the scar on his chin, and in the slightest pain, the cold light in his eyes grew brighter and stronger, and from the side, the young Liam looked like Jean in anger, like his father who had disappeared in the war.

"The Greatsword Knights of Stormgard have also set out from the Dust Swamp, and we will attack from the south of the Barrens, where there are large elevators made by the Minotaurs, and in just a few hours, we will be able to go around the flank of the centaurs!"

"Kurtilas doesn't have too many marines to give you, but as an Empire, we'll support you with at least 300 guns."

"Lordaeron's army has been assembled, we can set off at any time, the soldiers are thirsting for blood, we can't stop them from venting their anger, this battle, we must completely defeat the centaurs!"

"The Tempest Kingdom Priest Corps is on standby, and the Holy Light Church has also prepared secret weapons for this holy battle and the battle for the people to seize living space!"

Archbishop Chaldea drew a religious symbol on his chest, and he said in a deep voice

"That's another kind of power! As powerful as the Light to defend the people! ”

Beside him, the indifferent Countess Presto snapped her fingers, a black shadow flame swirling around her fingertips

"My people have found a new home in the Dust Swamp, and as long as the Empire needs it, then the Black Dragon will also join the war!"

"No, the black dragon is our hole card, and we can't waste it in such a war so easily."

Archmage Modra shook her head, she looked at the other leaders, and the white-haired archmage who had heard of the destruction of Dalaran whispered meaningfully

"This continent is not stable, everyone, we must ensure that we have the power to turn the tables at a critical moment, the power of the black dragon clan is not stable, their number is too small, the top priority is to let the black dragons multiply with the strength we have now, it is enough to deal with these barbarians."

"Of course, the battle mages of Dalaran will also fight with the Imperial soldiers, we have made a lot of bad decisions before, but not in the future"

"That's good, that's very"

As His Majesty Arthas spoke, the scene in front of him suddenly shook, as if the will of the whole person had been thrown into another world in an instant.

There were snowflakes flying in the sky again, the same dark spires, the same black magic blades, between this dead heaven and earth, it was as if he was the only one left, walking in the cold snow, his long golden hair flying in the snow, and the mysterious voice sounded in his ears again

"Look! Just a bunch of insignificant centaurs, a bunch of barbarians, a wretch far inferior to the Darkblade, and a desperate need of your loyal soldiers, you deserve to be a failure, Arthas."

"Haven't you seen your future yet?"

"That great sacrifice will forge an eternal and glorious empire of mankind, and you will be the sword-bearer, ruler, protector and builder of that empire, you yearn for victory and glory in your heart, but you don't want to sacrifice even a little sacrifice, you are naïve!"

"Hehe, I've shown you the nature of that power, Arthas, you know, you know that's your future."

"Think of your poor father, think of his suffering soul, think of the ravaged homeland, you are trying to defeat a powerful demon, but you don't have the courage to be willing to turn into a demon in your heart, what do you take to defeat it?"

"You are a boy, but you always want to prove that you are a man, but you are always a child, a child who will not learn to sacrifice and give up, it is pitiful"

"Hmm"

Arthas's hand rested on the table, his other hand rubbing his forehead, the weak look frightened everyone around him, and Archmage Gianna hurriedly grabbed the king's arm, she asked softly

"Arthas, are you alright? You've been stressing yourself out too much lately and you need to take a break. ”

"No, what I need is to make sacrifices, a little bit."

The young king did not seem to have woken up from his previous vision, and he said in a dazed voice, but soon he realized that the illusion in his mind was over, and that it had appeared in every dream lately, so that Arthas had a problem distinguishing between reality and dreams.

He looked at the worry in the eyes of the others, and eventually, the young king shook his head

"Well, looks like I do need a break"

"This war will be handed over to you."

As he spoke, the king turned and staggered out of the room, and Gianna gave her brother an apologetic smile and chased after him.

"Alsace, Arthas! Listen to me, I can't persuade you to forget the past, I know it's not easy, but please believe in one thing, we, I will always support you behind you, we are all concerned about your future, that bright future. ”

When the young king heard this sincere voice, he sighed, turned around, and took Gianna's wrist tightly, and he smiled, and in the depths of his blue eyes, there was a faint confusion, he said

"Don't worry, Anna, I'll protect you."

"I've made a decision that I won't let anyone I care about suffer any more bad luck, just from now on."