Colourful clouds leap overhead, the years of the past flash like white horses, and in the gap between the rocks and the sky, one or two magnificent cities can be seen from time to time, or boundless forests and vast oceans, fragments of time, yes, Ares is more and more sure of his own inference. This supernatural phenomenon cannot be explained, cannot be described in words, as if time is all around you, and yet as if it is centuries away.

Finally, as the pace deepened, an incomparably magnificent scene appeared in front of me. Crowd...... Undead & Demons......

Towering mountains, piles of corpses from the foot of the mountain all the way to the top of the mountain, what is this?

Ares was the first to react, this is not an ordinary space-time fragment, this is a memory fragment of the Battle of Mount Hyjal!

Gianna could see that this battlefield, this scene, seemed to be more magnificent and tragic than all wars. Orcs and a group of blue-gray skinned men stood together, fighting bloodily to resist the demon's pace. Looking down from the bottom of the mountain, the entire mountain passage is densely packed with orc troops, like a green corridor, blocking the path of the demons.

In the sky, a strong flying creature was soaring, and on the backs of these aerial beasts sat the group of gray-skinned guys. Arrows rained down from their bows and rained down into the demon army.

"What are they?"

Gianna asked in surprise.

"Night Elves. Remember? We met them in the Tallendor Forest in Gilneth. ”

Ares replied.

Gianna nodded as if she didn't understand. The scene in front of him suddenly made Ares a little emotional, Gianna, the princess of Kul Tiras, the archmage of Dalaran, was supposed to cross the ocean with those who were willing to follow him before Arthas destroyed Dalaran, and came to Karimdor to participate in the Battle of Mount Hijal. And now, perhaps because of his arrival, the original timeline was disrupted, so that Gianna did not participate in this battle...... Rely on the horde and the Night Elves to fend off the demon hordes alone......

Looking at Gianna with a puzzled face, Ares really didn't know whether this would be good or bad for the future direction of the entire Azeroth.

With Ares' emotion, the picture begins to move, and the horn of the tribe retreating can be heard.

There are so many demons, the Burning Legion, carrying the Scourge Legion, yes, that's right, using the word carrying. Those soldiers of the Scourge's Legion looked so small in front of the demons of the Burning Legion, that even the largest abomination among the undead looked like children in front of the demon guards of the Burning Legion.

Those demonic warriors had red flames burning on their bodies, as if they would be burned by their scorching flames as soon as they approached.

Viewed from the mountain, it looks like a river of fire enveloping the entire verdant sacred mountain of Hyjal.

Suddenly, in the midst of the fiery Burning Legion, a monster appeared that was significantly larger than the other demons. Even from a distance, Gianna recognized it at first sight.

"Akmund!"

Gianna shouted. She hadn't seen the demon lord since Dalaran's destruction. The archmage stared wide-eyed at what should have been her experience.

The earth trembled, and everywhere Akmund went, the grass and trees turned to ashes, and the tribal warriors who stood in the way of the demon lord were all knocked away with a hammer, and the strong bodies of the orcs were like dolls in front of the huge demons, not worth mentioning. Their bodies were swept into the air and then fell like toys, pushing them into the ground, and their flesh turned into mud at the demon's feet.

It was almost a large area when it was stepped on, but even with such heavy casualties, the orcs still fought stubbornly one after another.

Ares noticed a tear grooming in Gianna's eyes, apparently moved by the orcs' death-defying spirit. The orcs, who have always been brutal and bloodthirsty, showed such a fearless spirit and courage when fighting against the Burning Legion. They knew that they could not fight against the powerful demons, but they still bravely rushed forward, using their bodies as shields to block the demons from advancing even a small step.

Ares also lamented that he did not participate in the decisive battle that shocked the world and the world.

Gradually, Akmund approached his ultimate goal, the World Tree, Nordasil.

The ending is the same as the history known by Ares, and in the end, Malfurion. The furious wind blew the horn of Cenarius, and countless Night Elf ancient souls rose from the forest and flew towards Akmund, and the souls rushed into the demon's body, causing a huge explosion. The scene was as shocking as if a nuclear bomb had been detonated from the top of a vast mountain. The shock wave from the explosion shook everything around it.

"Is all this true?"

When the picture ended, Gianna asked in a depressed mood.

"Hmmm......"

Ares wanted to say something more, but in order not to add negative emotions to her, the words came to her lips and swallowed them.

They continued to walk, and when they turned back, they found that the place where the illusion had just appeared was now nothing, only lilac clouds and black stone walls.

"Ares, you say, the time fragments that appear here are random, or are they deliberately arranged?"

Gianna asked suddenly. Her gaze was like a blue star in the night sky, melancholy and sad.

has experienced many things, but these things are constantly repeated, and those things that she has finally forgotten have resurfaced in front of her.

"I don't know, but anyway, we have to find the owner of this place, and it will give the answer to all this."

Ares said, putting his arm around Gianna's shoulder and continuing towards the cave. The dark cave was still like that, cold, dark, and time seemed to stand still here. Before the illusion reappears, the surroundings are so quiet that it seems that you can only hear the sound of your own heartbeat. Fortunately, the light of the Ember Bringer was really domineering, and Ares took the sword in his hand, and the crystal on the blade spontaneously emitted a brilliant white light, illuminating everything around him.

On the way to the depths of the cave, some visions reappear.

Ares saw that at the end of a white castle, a woman in a white robe was standing on the lookout of the castle, looking at the endless sea in the distance, gloomy and sad. Closer ares, Ares could see her face clearly—Gianna......

Although the face was a little old, Ares could recognize it at a glance, and it was Gianna herself...... This illusion also made Gianna feel incredible.

It looks like I was in a few years, but why would I be in a white castle, and why would I be alone looking at the sea, looking melancholy and sad? Looking at herself in the illusion, Gianna looked confused. She turned her head to look at Ares, as affectionate as she had met him at Lordaeron.

"Don't think about it."

Ares was reassured. Immediately, the image vanished, along with the sound of the sea breeze and waves, into the boundless cavern. Under their feet, again, were smooth and cold stone slabs......