It is a standard aristocratic manor.

After the gate is the courtyard, the main body of the castle, the stables on the left, and the blacksmith shop further away. There are no weapons on the walls of the interior of the castle, and the kitchen is probably a little behind. On the way into the basement, there were three doors, but only one was locked and the other two were latched. They're in the first room to enter the door, so don't worry too much about the others, and as for the key to the cell door, it's universal, and there's only one—

"Click!"

Dineen paused to think about it, spat out the stone that he had almost bitten off, and prepared to take a bite as if nothing had happened. Noticing the strange eyes of his roommate, Dineh raised the black bread in his hand: "You really don't plan to eat something?" ”

"Thanks, but no." Albert looked at him and the bread in his hand with awe, and resolutely refused.

The young man had just been refreshed by their supper, and then he was shocked to give his share to Dineh. The latter unceremoniously took it all as it was, he had long passed the stage of picking and choosing food, and as long as it could facilitate his recovery from his injuries, even black bread mixed with sawdust and wheat bran and two stones could not cause him any psychological obstacles.

He estimated that one day in the future, when the child had eaten spider legs, frog eyeballs, insect meat burgers, dragon breath red peppers, and so on, Bacheng would not find it difficult to swallow the current meal. If he could, Dineen also wanted him to taste the dirt pie of the Western Wilderness and the rations of the Iron Tribe, as long as he could swallow it, it would be a victory - as for whether he would cry and run away or vomit and diarrhea afterwards, it was up to you.

Glancing at Albert, who was still in good spirits, Dineen was curious: "What did they give you food in the carriage before?" "It doesn't look like he's going to be able to afford as a partner.

Albert grimaced: "At least there are ...... of jerky and fruit"

"It's rare to see such a compassionate trafficker." Dineen commented.

The expression of the young man of the "......" was even worse.

Wait a minute. Even if it's jerky, there is still fruit?

"What kind of fruit did they give you? Is it fresh? ”

Albert was accustomed to Dinein's sudden questioning, and he replied honestly, "Apples and grapes, both fresh." ”

Apples can be stored for a long time, but grapes can't, and they are prone to damage. It's still fresh, which means: "It's not far from the gathering point." ”

Whether it's an ordinary closed village or a crowded town, a place where there are people can confuse the line of sight, and if you can find the Union troops stationed, then ......

Before Dineen could finish thinking, Albert, who heard him talking to himself, nodded and said, "It's not far, and it only took three days for them to get here from Nanhai Town." ”

His thoughts froze.

“…… Which South Sea town? ”

"The southernmost town of the South Seas in the kingdom of Lordaeron." Albert said with a little confusion.

"That South Sea town in the Hillsbride Hills?" Dinen asked again.

Albert nodded, "That's right. ”

“…… See him as an undead here, here is the Eastern Kingdom?! ”

Albert was so frightened by Dineen's sudden outburst that he almost jumped. He cautiously asked, "Is there something wrong?" ”

What's wrong? It's clear that nothing is right! Before he lost consciousness, he was fighting the Burning Army in Surama, the Broken Isles, and when he opened his eyes, he crossed the Endless Sea? This journey took at least half a month, and he was in a coma and no one took care of him, and he would have died completely long ago.

So is the portal? Yes, and only this explains...... But wait, Hillsbrad Hills?

Isn't that already the territory of the tribe? The Scourge destroyed everything in the area, and the Forsaken took it over. Tarummere and Southsea Town ...... The town of Nanhai should have been destroyed by the Forsaken during the Cataclysm era!

Everything is out of order. Dineh's head was a mess, and he racked his brains and couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation. Either Albert was cheating on him, or he was in a hallucination. But looking at the doubts and honesty on the other party's face, Dineen really couldn't equate him with a lie. As for the illusion...

My tooth still hurts. Dineen thought expressionlessly. The illusion is affected by the mind of the sorcerer to a certain extent, but he has never been able to find any clues even when he is hurt.

He took a deep breath, calmed down and apologized to Albert: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect to run so far, it seems that I was in a coma long enough." ”

"It's okay." The young man said understandingly, "We'll definitely be able to leave this place." ”

And as soon as possible, of course. Dine didn't sacrifice his interest in entertaining others. But the more pressing need is to know what's really going on. Dineh asked quietly, "So do you know what time it is, and has there been any major events recently?" ”

Albert thought seriously for a moment.

"I was in the field for a while, so I don't know the exact date, but I think it's the end of March......"

Three, the month, the end!

Dineen bit her tongue to keep herself calm. Because he clearly remembers that the date of the last battle he experienced was November 13.

"As for the recent events...... Albert hesitated for a moment, then said slowly, "... Half a month ago, Prince Arthas became a paladin in Stormwind and joined the Knights of the Silver Hand, does this count? ”

- His mind went blank.

Dinen stared at Albert with a look so so bad that his partner shrank back uncomfortably, and then asked softly in a voice that suddenly became hoarse, "Prince Arthas?" ”

“…… Yes. ”

"Lordaeron's Crown Prince?"

"Yes."

"Terenus? Son of Minethil II? ”

"Uh... Of course. ”

A suffocating silence filled the room, so long that Albert thought the conversation was over, when Dinein, motionless as if suddenly reduced to stone, spoke again.

"What year is it?"

Albert hesitated for a moment, looked at the lifeless eyes, and finally chose a more layman's saying: "The fifteenth year after the opening of the Dark Gate... I think you understand......"

Dinen nodded, and said the last sentence in an unheaving voice: "Thank you." ”

Then he fell silent, not even taking his eyes off again.

Albert looked at the dignified Dining, and wisely chose not to disturb the other party, but went to sleep obediently with doubts.

Dinen didn't know how long he had been sitting in this position, not even noticing that the loaf of bread was still in his hand. It looked like he was thinking, but in fact during this time, he completely lost the ability to think.

- Lordaeron. Alsace.

Those memories that were deeply buried by him and waiting to be forgotten were so easily awakened by these two words. Dineen was surprised to find that he hadn't forgotten anything. He remembered the summer days in Lordaeron and the cold winds in Northrend. He remembered that he had abandoned his happiness in the ruins of his kingdom, and that he had no place to return; I also remember that I lost my glory in the snow and ice of the Northland, and never found it again.

In an instant, he turned back into the boy who was so weak that he lost everything but couldn't recover, the young man who tried his best but still lost. He desperately wants to deny and hate the self deeply, but even if there are so many wars and exhausting experiences, even if he has become a strong man who can have a certain impact on the world in the loss after loss. But the happiest and most desperate parts of his life, the source that influenced and even shaped all of him, still belong to that time that was insignificant to the world.

— But right now, nothing has happened.

The thought flashed through his mind like lightning, awakening Dineen from his past pain.

Yes, fifteen years of the Dark Gate, this is the last prosperous age. Although there is an undercurrent under the surface of calm and peace, and although the dark conspiracy has been quietly unfolding, at this time, the peace has not been broken, and people continue to live without knowing anything. The source of his pain, the Undead Scourge, has not yet been able to fully show its fangs. And his lifelong enemies, the demons of the Burning Legion, still roam the void.

Well, maybe it's still too late. Use his strength and experience to defeat all conspiracies and evils, and change the tragic future.

Of course, this hope is extremely slim, because Dineh is still a teenager at this time. He didn't have a complete understanding of what he had been through, and he didn't know the details. And you know, it's not just demons and undead who will stop you, not rotten bureaucrats and selfish aristocrats, but the race that guards the timeline - the Bronze Dragons. They do not allow any change, and they maintain the correct history no matter what the cost. They have not yet lost their power and duty to protect the dragon, and you will be dealing with an unprecedented group of adversaries, and you don't even know whether what you are doing is saving or pushing this battered world further to the brink of destruction.

Dineen involuntarily shook for a moment. But the next moment, a picture came to his mind.

It was a sword.

It was the first sword he had, forged by the dwarves and blessed by the Light, which could not have belonged to an ordinary young man, but was given to him by his noble and generous master.

And along with the sword, he was given the character of a warrior. It was this sword and the symbol it was given that sustained Dineh's growth from a child to a warrior who could stand on his own.

- I've lost it. Dinen thought, I have abandoned it in the snow and ice of Northrend, and at the same time my glory.

But he still remembered the feeling that the sword had passed to him, and the blessings that had been placed on it. He remembered every word, every word, every emotion, and it gave him strength, as every time it had been a long time ago.

Well, well.

"I'm going to stop them, I'm going to change that. At all costs. ”

Dinen spoke very softly and slowly, every word more unwavering. There was a fire in his eyes that flickered, like the hope that rose in his heart.

"—May courage and tenacity be with me.