The war waged by Naxxamaskr Sugard to capture the legendary hero Heroic Soul ended in defeat under the combined blows of the Horde and the Alliance.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, Alessandros Mograine, who had the last of his senses, returned home to end his second life, while the other three knights were seriously wounded and fled back to Naxxramas. Kel'thugad receives orders from the Lich King's escort to recall Baron Rivendell of Stratholme to Naxxramas to reorganize the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Naxxramas then flew out of the Eastern Plaguelands and headed for Northrend.

The tribal alliance seized the opportunity of the natural calamity to retreat north and jointly attacked Stratholme, and Maleki fled to the Psychic Academy with some high-level natural disasters, and some fled to Andorhar. At this point, Stratholme, the stronghold of natural disasters that had been entrenched in the Eastern Plague Lands for many years, was liberated.

However, Stratholme has been completely contaminated by necromancy, and it will not happen overnight to purify it, even if Quelsala's fragment of the Heart of Light cannot be purified quickly. Therefore, although Stratholme was liberated, the Alliance and the Horde were unable to cleanse the area of necromancy, and had to turn to the druids of Cenarion in the hope that they could heal the corrupted land.

Chapel of the Light's Wishes, where Laverine and others buried Alexandros' body in this sacred land. Old Verding and the others gathered in a circle to look at the Ash Messenger who was lying flat on the table, and the holy light that had been shining on the surface had now been replaced by surging shadow energy.

"Dalyan, the Ember Bringer is no longer the Ember Bringer!" Old Frodin sighed.

"Tirio, what do you mean that the Ember Bringer is no longer the Ember Bringer?" Maxwell asked.

"He has fallen, and is no longer the sword of light that once guided us." Old Verding said.

"Can't you purify it?" Dalyan asked.

"Purification? Easier said than done! "Old Verding said, "When this sword was forged, a shadow crystal was used, and it was only through the union of all the great knights of our Silver Hand that it was purified by holy light. King Magni said that if the crystal turned into a shadow form again, it would be up to creation and chance to purify it. ”

"We can give it a try! You're here, as well as the Duke of Maxwell, Prince Quelsala, Princess Liadrin, and Sister Bridget. You're all big knights, why not give it a try? Malan said.

"That's a way to do it, too! I wonder what Quill means? Old Frodin asked, looking at Quelsala.

"Since the Great Leader is going to try, then I will do my best. However, I have a suggestion, the High Lord can invite the Grand Knight of the Draenei to come, maybe the success rate will be higher! Quelsara suggested.

"Good! I'm going to ask the High Priest Tyrande, for her help!" Old Verding said, "Stay in the chapel now." ”

The crowd dispersed, and Old Verding asked the druid to send a message to Tyrande, and waited quietly.

On the night of the Eastern Plague, it was quiet, and only the sound of the plague dogs catching bats could be heard. The huge meat worm slowly wriggled into the distance from the tent door, and suddenly a huge hammer fell from the sky and smashed the meat worm to pieces.

"Father, did you eat this for a living?" Tyran asked, looking at Old Ferdin, who was cleaning up the corpse of the flesh worm.

Old Foding was busy with his hands and cut the fat pieces of meat worms into pieces and put them on bamboo skewers, and said, "No, if you happen to encounter these insects, it will be equivalent to improving your life." I usually hunt some plague dogs and bats and find some edible pieces of meat from them. Plus some of the food you grow yourself. ”

"Father, I'm sorry! I always thought you had been killed by that orc, and I haven't been looking for you in years! Makes you suffer! Tyranfordin's eyes were red as he listened to his father's remarks, and he hated himself for not inquiring clearly, and for listening and believing it.

"Child, it's all gone! Now that we've beaten off the natural disaster, the next step is to clean up this sad place! "Come, let's take back these pieces of meat, and they're very smooth to eat." ”

Liadline stood in front of the tent and watched Old Verdin and Little Verdin busy in front of the campfire, and looked back at Quelsala, who was also busy in front of the campfire. Since the end of the Chapel War, Sylvanas has returned to the Undercity with the Forsaken. The orcs and minotaurs also left, leaving only Liadline and Quelsala to be left with their own soldiers.

"Lilynn, spider legs are ready to eat!" Quelsara beckoned Liadrin.

Liadline snuggled up to Quel'Sala, looking at the spider's legs sizzling on the campfire. He said, "Quill, how are you doing in Northrend?" ”

"Arthas was badly wounded by Illidan, and I fought him without a victory, and finally thanks to the Lich King's summons, Arthas went to Icecrown Fortress." Quelsala said, "The Frost Sorrow of Arthas is very sharp, and ordinary weapons are no match for her. ”

"When he followed His Highness Kyle against Northrend, Kyle fought against Frostmourn with a Flame Strike, but was finally knocked away by Arthas. If it weren't for Vasqi and Illidan, I'm afraid Kyle and all of us would have died by then. "I don't know what else can restrain Frost's sorrow." ”

Quelsala stroked Liadrin's hair and said, "There's also a holy sword that is the nemesis of Frost's sorrow. ”

"What is it?"

"Ember Bringer!"

"It's a pity that he has fallen!"

"There will be a day of purification! Oops, mush! Quelsara hurriedly pulled out the charred crunchy spider.

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Early in the morning, Quelsala was awakened by a noise outside the tent. Looking at the empty space around her, reaching out and touching it, you can still feel the residual warmth, it seems that Liadlin has not been away for long.

Quelsara cleaned her face and mouth with her magic, walked outside the tent, and asked, "What's so noisy?" ”

"Your Highness, the Draenei prophet Veron is here, and the princess has passed." The guard replied.

"Veron? Draenei's speed mentor is quite fast. Let's take a look at Wei Lun's way to purify the fallen Ash Messenger! Quelsara walked towards the chapel.

In the chapel, Old Buddha led the crowd to stand in front of the Ember Messenger. Veren reached out and touched the Ember Messenger with the Light. After a long time, Veron said, "Great Lord, I can feel the pain of this sword!" ”

"Prophet, does it still have hope of purification?"

"Yes! But I can't! Veron replied, "If you want to purify it, you must put it in a place full of holy light, and it needs to evolve slowly, and it is estimated that it will completely purify the shadow in about a thousand years." ”

"Millennium?" The crowd boiled and watched, unthinkable that it would take a thousand years to purify this sword.

"But..."

"But what?" The crowd seemed to see hope again.

"If something special happens, it can be purified in an instant." Veron said.

"What's the special case?" Marlan asked.

"Don't leak it!" The words that the old god of Veren said almost stumbled Quelsalare.

"This Wei Lun is an old way!"

(End of chapter)