"No, my God!"

Gianna stopped in front of a "city", she covered her mouth, forcibly controlling her panic. And what appeared in front of Ares and Gianna was none other than the magnificent human city of Stratholme.

The illusion shows that Stratholme has not yet been slaughtered or burned, and it is a scene of harmony and prosperity.

Gianna's mouth opened wide and she stared at it all in amazement.

"How is this possible?"

She exclaimed.

"Don't be surprised, my dear, as I said earlier, we enter a wonderful space where time may be disordered. So, what unfolds in front of us is not a complete world, it's some fragments of time, like these clouds and stars in the sky, haven't you noticed? They are moving in opposite directions. ”

"So where we are, time is going backwards?"

Gianna asked in surprise. Even though she was a high-ranking mage of Dalaran and a proud student of Antonidas, it was the first time she had seen things in the Cave of Time. There was no record of it in Dalaran's library before. The sight was beyond Gianna's knowledge, and she was not surprised. Ares, on the other hand, is immersed in this wonderful journey, and the scene in front of him is like a cycle of time and space, showing you the past and the future.

"It's not like that, time is still a line, moving forward, but the world around us may be distorted by some powerful force, so it shows the past, and even the future. So we can see the old Stratholme. ”

Ares replied confidently. Although he didn't quite understand it himself, it was certain that this must be the lair of the Time Keepers. I remember what I saw when I entered the Cave of Time, and the scene in front of me was obviously a hundred times cooler than in the game, it was so real, as if every pedestrian around me was real, and you could touch them as soon as you stretched out your hand. However, they are nothing more than fragments of space-time, and you can never actually be on that plane.

As he was talking, in the distance, the sound of the hooves of a group of cavalry gradually came.

Ares and Gianna looked back and saw that the group was none other than Arthas, the prince of Lordaeron.

Gianna's pupils dilated, and she couldn't believe her eyes, which were her former lover, when Prince Lordaeron had not yet been polluted, not yet depraved, and had not yet been bewitched by the sorrow of frost. With long blond hair and ornate armor, he jumped off his warhorse. In his hand, he had the silver hammer in his hand.

"Lordaeron's soldiers, Stratholme is ahead. I am very sad, my people are being infected by the evil plague, and although I am very reluctant to do so, but, as the Crown Prince of Lordaeron, I have to make such a painful decision, we will go in with our swords and purify the city! There was no choice, soldiers, warriors, for Lordaeron. Come with me! ”

Arthas roared. The muscles of his arms trembled with tension, and the silver-white warhammer was so dull that it seemed to have been silent for hundreds of years in the decaying time and space.

Everything in front of him was so real that Ares could even feel the strong wind howling around him on horseback.

And Gianna couldn't control her emotions anymore. She'd already experienced the slaughter of Stratholme herself, so should she do it again?

She closed her eyes, trying not to look at this history, not to remember it, not to touch the most sensitive scar in her heart. However, the sound of those soldiers walking towards the city gates with weapons and shields in hand was so real. You can even hear the sound of iron pieces rubbing against each other.

At this moment, an even more rapid sound of horses' hooves came from the path outside the city.

Gianna turned around and looked at the person walking in the dim sun, only to realize that it was none other than herself on the horse! It's so frightening. The present Gianna and the past Gianna meet here, or rather, the present Gianna can see the Gianna of the past, but the Gianna of the past cannot see the Gianna of the future. They staggered, and Gianna looked in horror at herself as she walked by. It's still the light blue dress, it's the blonde hair, and even the crystal staff in your hand is exactly the same.

"Alsace ......"

Gianna in the illusion spoke. Her voice was full of pain, and unsurprisingly, she wanted to stop Arthas from slaughtering the city. Uther was right behind her, and the old paladin's face had the same expression of pain and reproach as Gianna's. They couldn't stop Arthas from getting to where it is today, to the brink of madness. However, there was still a chance, and as long as Prince Lordaeron put down his butcher's knife, they could sit down again and discuss countermeasures.

However, history cannot be changed.

Gianna stood in front of the illusion, looking at her past self and trying to convince Arthas to turn back, but to no avail. Uther's eyes were filled with sadness and anger. He was saddened and outraged by the 200,000 inhabitants of Stratholme, angry that his most proud student had done such a cruel thing, which was completely contrary to the path of Light.

Not surprisingly, Uther was convicted of treason by the arrogant Arthas and the Knights of the Silver Hand were disbanded. Of course, Ares knew that it was impossible. As Uther himself said, he only followed the teachings of the Light, and the Knights were Terenus. The formation of the army by the order of King Minahir himself, and only the king, had the right to dispose of this army.

In this way, Gianna, now Gianna, and now Ares, watched Arthas enter Stratholm with Lordaeron's army. Soon there was a terrible cry from the city. Killing fills the city, every street, every corner, and innocent people are running and fleeing. However, they could not escape at all, and the city was surrounded by the prince's army. Only killing can put an end to everything here. The blood gathers into a river.

Flames began to burn from all sides, and black smoke hung over the city. Ares walks in to get a first-hand look at what happened to Stratholm in order to learn about Lordaeron's dark years. However, Gianna grabbed him.

"Don't, dear. Let's go, let's get out of here, I don't want to see such an illusion! ”

Gianna held Ares in her pale, cold hand, and her voice seemed to have a hint of crying.

Seeing his woman so uncomfortable, Ares didn't want to add to her pain. So, after some struggle, I stepped on the hard sand and continued to walk.

At this time, Ares found that the floor beneath his feet had unconsciously turned into a neat stone slab, instead of the gravel floor he had stepped on when he first entered the cave. It's a hidden temple! Ariston reacted.