In Baitacheng Port, today's weather is a little darker, and the sky is like a layer of gauze.

According to the shamans who are missionaries in Baita Chenggang, this afternoon, a light rain may sweep over the seaside city, which is not good news, and the rain will always interfere with many things, such as the cleaning of the city's ruins, such as the work of the temporary housing complex being built, and mourning.

A week has passed since the end of the Doomsday War, and the noisy and fierce war seems to have happened yesterday, and the people who survived will even wake up suddenly in their sleep, or they must put a gun under their pillows, otherwise they will not be able to sleep peacefully. Of course, there are many familiar faces that have completely disappeared with the end of the war, and those friends who can no longer be seen seem to remind people that the war is real.

The changes it has left to the world, and the price it has to pay to get through it, are so tragic and so unacceptable.

In the early morning cemetery, in the wet and cold sea fog that had not yet dissipated, citizens dressed in black stood in front of the newly erected tombstones. The shadows in the fog appear to be shadowy, and from time to time a horse-drawn carriage carries a new coffin into the cemetery, and behind the carriage, there is always a group of sad people following.

There are people who come, there are people who leave, and the sad atmosphere escapes in this mist, so that the land seems to be filled with tears of longing.

Madias. Shore wears a black trench coat and a gentleman's hat, with his left hand in his coat pocket and a white dove-tail flower in his right hand.

He had many friends and subordinates who died in the Battle of Doom. But as the head of MI7, he didn't have much time to mourn the dead.

Detailed post-war casualty reports throughout the empire have not yet been sorted out because so many people died. Like the Confederation, which lost a seventh of its population out of thin air, the Empire suffered heavy losses. In fact, all civilizations in the entire world seem to have been stabbed hard, and there is hardly a single intact city in this world, and the impact of the Doomsday War on Azeroth will take a long time to heal.

Thankfully, the world survived.

The dead are gone, but the grieving living will move on.

Shore stood in the haze of mist, and he placed the dove-tail flower in his hand on the newly erected tombstone in front of him. In front of him, there was a high-ranking assassin of MI7, all his relatives had died in the original battle of the Northern Frontier, he was alone, but he could not escape the call of death.

Even after his death, only Shore and Miao Miao came to say goodbye.

There are so many such victims, so many that it is heartbreaking.

"Ben, go in peace."

With his hands in the pockets of his trench coat, he stood in front of the tombstone, and he whispered:

"We survived, the whole world survived... I have found a bereaved child who will inherit your family's family name, and I will raise him myself, just as I did when I raised you. ”

"Sorry, Ben, I'm not a good teacher, otherwise... Otherwise you should have survived. ”

A cold wind blew through the corners of Shore's trench coat, and as he stared at the tombstone in front of him, he shook his head:

"That's it, I'll come to see you again."

With that, Shore placed an old coin on top of the tombstone, and then turned to leave. The wind was blowing through his body, and Shore couldn't help but wrap his trench coat tighter, and on this slightly cold morning, the master assassin seemed to feel the cold to the bone.

And at the moment when Shore left the cemetery, a childish voice sounded behind him.

"Mr. Shore! Mr. Shore? ”

"Huh?"

Shore turned his head and saw a black-clad newsboy waving at him, carrying a large bag of newspapers on his back, apparently at work. Seeing that Shore had turned around, the newsboy hurried towards Shore, and he panted and handed Shore a letter and a small black bag, and the child, who was still flushed with his cheeks, explained:

"Just now, a gentleman, let me give you these two things."

After speaking, as if he was afraid that Shore would not believe it, the newsboy said:

"It's true! He described to me what you were wearing and asked me to wait for you at the cemetery gate. Oh yes, that guy is dressed exactly like you... His face, like... It looks exactly like you. ”

Shore's eyes narrowed, and he reached out to take the letter and the heavy little bag, and then took out a few coins, and said to the newsboy:

"Well, little gentleman, you've done a good job, and this is what I've paid you, take it."

He placed the coin in the newsboy's hand, then turned and walked into a back alley, where a black engineering sedan was waiting for him.

Shore sat in the back seat of the car, gestured to the driver, and with the low hum of the engine, the sedan was relatively rare in the Empire, and drove into the newly cleared Seventh Avenue.

In a slight jolt, Shore opened the letter, the font on it familiar to him, because that was his font.

This is another him, a letter to himself.

"Madias:"

"By the time you read this letter, I had left this world."

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to be with my grandmother when she died, but I know you've done the farewell ceremony for me. Although, you're just an impostor..."

"You and I have been entangled for almost 15 years, sometimes I chase you, sometimes you ambush me. The reason and purpose of our fight is so ridiculous, after I came back from death, I hated you, because you took my name, my identity, and I wanted so badly to kill you, to replace you, to get my things back. But in the end, I realized that it wasn't necessary. ”

"The trajectories of your souls in the first half of our lives are almost identical, on the battlefield of the Burning Plains, our fates are staggered, I thought it was a tragedy, but it wasn't. It gave me a taste of another life, and I don't hate it, especially when I find that I am following a nobler, more worthy path, and I no longer hate you. ”

"Live well, find a woman who understands you, have a few children, and pass on the bloodline of the Shore family."

"I gave you back the loot you deserved, but you have to understand that there are two Eater Fangs. I've put mine in a very far away place, if you want to make it whole..."

"Then come and look among the stars, or, let your son find it. Thinking of it as a family mission is my last joke. ”

"Remember? It was our favorite 'scavenger hunt' to play when we were kids. ”

"Anyway, goodbye, Madias. This name, this identity, will always belong to you, don't live up to it. ”

"——- Blake. Shore. ”

The letter was not long, Shore only took a few minutes to read it, the head of MI7 did not have much expression on his face, he turned his head to look at the small bag beside him, he reached out and picked up the bag and opened it.

A dagger glowing with cold light, made from the teeth of some kind of terrifying beast, was lying in it, emitting a reddish glow.

It's a legendary weapon, but it's not complete.

Shore picked up the dagger, and between the movements of his five fingers, the dagger danced on his fingertips like a butterfly piercing a flower, and finally disappeared into Shore's hand, and he leaned back on the leather-made car seat, and he breathed a sigh of relief and muttered to himself:

"Among the stars?"

"It's a long distance... Heishauer, you're really good at playing..."

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Ferras Wilderness, the ancient city of Eresaras.

Archmage Luo Ning waited anxiously outside the room of the Windranger Manor, this archmage with a good bearing did not have the usual wise appearance, he looked at the closed door from time to time, and listened to the woman's painful moans from it, so that Luo Ning's fists couldn't help but clench.

"Can you sit down?"

On the other side, sitting in a chair, the Ranger General Sylvanas wearing Ranger Chain Mail. Windranger scolded in a low tone:

"Sit there! Don't dangle around! It makes me dizzy! ”

"It's my wife lying in there!"

Ronin retorted:

"And my soon-to-be-born son! How do you calm me down? ”

"Shut up! That's my sister (older sister)! ”

Sylvanas and Rilath beside her shouted at the same time, the twin siblings staring at Ronin with knife-sharp eyes, who took a step back. And Nathanos stood aside. Mares looked at the tense situation in front of him, and he couldn't help but persuade:

"Calm down, don't be nervous. It's not just you watching Winlessa and her children. With the protection of the Dead Realm Sovereign, they will definitely be safe for their mother and son. ”

As soon as the words fell, the door to the manor hall was pushed open, and the city defense general, Lotherma. Theron and his new wife, the Grand Knight Count Liadrin, hurried in, and Liadline, still in armor, walked up to Sylvanas, and the believer of the Light asked in a low voice:

"Is the situation okay? We rushed back as soon as we got the news... Has the child been born? ”

"Not yet."

Sylvanas looked worriedly at the closed door in front of her, and she said:

"It's been over an hour... I'm worried. ”

"The Light will bless Winlessa."

Liadeline was comforted, and she sat next to her best friend, holding Sylvanas' hand, while Lotherma stood with Ronin, the silent ranger patting Ronin on the shoulder, trying to calm the archmage.

"Wow"

A few minutes later, two children's cries rang out in the room, and Ronin, Lilas, and Sylvanas stood up at the same time, and a few minutes later the door opened, and the silver priest, Lady Partris, came out with two babies in her arms, and said to the three men in front of her:

"It's two boys... And the mother and child are safe. ”

"Great!"

Sylvanas reached out and gently took a child, while Lilas. Windranger, the younger brother of the Windranger family, took over another child.

The two babies had not yet opened their eyes, but it was already clear that they had the characteristics of a mixture of human and elven blood, and that the two children were in good health, presumably because both parents had dragon blood.

Luo Ning looked at his child, he turned his head and walked quickly into the room, he looked at his weak wife on the bed, he gently half knelt beside the bed, took his wife's hand, kissed the back of his hand gently, and said:

"My little moon, thank you for your hard work."

Wen Lesa also looked at her husband, her face was covered with sweat, there was tiredness and weakness in her eyes, she held Luo Ning's hand back, she said:

"Just now... I saw my sister and brother-in-law just now. They were there to support me and encourage me... They are looking forward to the birth of their children as much as we do, and I will call them Terry and Ole. ”

"Uh-huh, okay."

Luo Ning smiled gently, he stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat for his wife, he said:

"Just do as you say."

"There's good news, Grace Wen."

Liadline walked up to Winlessa's side, her hands bursting with pure holy light, relieving Winlessa's tiredness. She said to her good friend:

"The messenger sent by the Sun King has returned, and he has brought back the exact news, the ecological disaster of Quel'Salas has completely stopped, the ecology of that land has been restored, maybe in a few years, we will be able to return to our hometown, and your two children can grow up on the land of the Windranger family, just like we did when we were children."

"What about the sunwell?"

Luo Ning frowned and asked:

"Hasn't the sunwell been destroyed?"

"The Sun King has his own plans."

Lotherma. Theron walked up to his wife, and with his hands behind his back, he said to Ronin:

"It is said that His Majesty has recently come into contact with those children of the night, and he has found a cure for his addiction once and for all. The sunwell, which has been destroyed, but still has hope for recovery, will be a very important part. ”

"Eresaras will not be abandoned either."

The Ranger Lord looked out the window, and in the distant street, the elven mages were manipulating the giant puppets to clear the ruins left behind by the Doomsday War, and Lotherma said:

"Dalaran has been destroyed in the Doomsday War, and the city will become Dalaran's new home, and it will be transformed into a super-large research base, where we and the Imperial Guild will work together to explore the combination of engineering and magic, like the Black Iron District of the Federation. We will also explore ways to step into the stars, the Federation is already one step ahead, and we cannot be left behind by the new era. ”

These words made Luo Ning feel a little good, and he also looked at the end of the city, where the foundations of a mage tower had been laid, and perhaps it would not be long before there would be a large magical area in the city, which symbolized the future.

The darkest past is over, and a new era has arrived.

No one can predict what the future holds, but it certainly won't be worse than it was in the past...

Perhaps, it's time to let go of the past and open your arms to embrace the new era.