Following in the footsteps of Alsace in his memory, Mochi made his way to the courtyard. The courtyard is now full of thistles and vines, and it looks dilapidated and lonely—only a few prisms remain in the stone pavilion in the middle of the road, the stairs leading to the side halls on the left and right have collapsed, and there is no clear water in the pool, only a disgusting green liquid.

On the day of Alsace's return, the scene was completely different. On that day, the city was crowded with civilians, the shiny armor of the guards reflecting the sun, and red ribbons fluttering in the wind on their raised spears. Several young knights, clad in crimson scarlet, followed the prince closely, as if they could share in the glory of standing beside Arthas.

The procession had been walking through the red-carpeted avenue and had been crowded by the people all the way into the palace, and who would have thought that a doomed fate awaited them.

The maidens stood in line on the rampart outside the bell tower and threw flowers downward, and Arthas looked up at the petals falling from the patio, and his leather-gloved hand caught one of the petals that had fallen in front of him, observing it with great interest.

The prince, who had been controlled by the evil force, gently rubbed the petals in his hand, and the fresh petals of the moon lost their luster and became as disgusting as a white veil stained with muddy water. The prince lost interest in the petals, and with a flick of his hand, threw them on the ground.

Walking into the main hall, the ministers stood respectfully at the door of the council chamber, and on this important day, every prince and nobleman tried to show the most sincere smile on their faces. The sun shines through the glass dome on the intricate patterns in the center of the hall, and the old king on the throne is waiting for his son's warmest embrace, who knows, it is death that embraces him.

Frost Sorrow pierced the king's chest, and the bloodstained crown rolled off the platform......

Moch followed the footsteps of Arthas until he reached the tomb of Lordaeron's last king.

The inscription under the sarcophagus bears some words that moved Mochi very much.

Of course, the main reason for being moved was that he couldn't read it......

However, it doesn't matter if you can't read it, Moqi, as an old player, has long memorized the above content-

The last king of Lordaeron, Terenas Minarhill II, rests here.

He has made countless great deeds in his life, and his fall is a sigh of relief.

"May this father rest in peace, and will not be burdened by the wickedness of his rebellious son."

"May the blood-stained crown be forsaken and forgotten forever."

Mochi was infected by the solemn atmosphere in the hall, and couldn't help but get down on one knee and put his hands on each knee to show respect and mourning for the deceased.

Who would have thought that Mo Qi had just knelt down here, and a group of uninvited guests broke into outside.

"Next, the attraction we are going to visit is the mausoleum of Terenas Minarhill II, as we all know, Terenus Minarsil II was the last king of Lordaeron...... "The leading female pandaren is using a megaphone to explain and introduce more than a dozen pandaren behind her.

In the solemn tomb hall, panda people with their families and tourists were eating food while listening absentmindedly to the guide's explanation, and several middle-aged panda people standing at the front of the line nodded and pouted from time to time to show that they were fully aware of this history.

Seeing this posture, Mo Qi naturally reacted that this was the case - he had encountered a pandaren tour group.

After a few emotionless introductions, the panda man guide continued to say half-dead, "Okay, here's the group photo time." ”

After saying this, this group of living treasures from Pandaria passed by Moqi like a wind and began a lively photo session.

"Son, give dad a knife!" A panda man father said to his five-year-old son standing in front of the king's throne.

"Okay!" The chubby red panda man made a gesture to give his fat dad a "knife".

was stabbed by his son's toy knife, and the father of the red panda man also tilted his head very cooperatively, tilted his head and spit out his tongue, making a comical appearance of a tragic death.

"One, two, three, bamboo~" said the panda mother holding the camera.

Click.

"Mom, I want the three of us to take a picture together!" The red panda man said very sensibly.

"That's good! Can this undead friend take a picture for us? As she spoke, the pandawoman handed the camera to Mochi.

Mochi's heart was broken.

He took the camera very stiffly, and then pressed the shutter numbly......

The female panda guide continued, "The following is free time. The meeting place is the courtyard we passed by just now, remember that the time is five o'clock, please don't forget! ”

"Good son, what do you want to eat today?"

"Daddy, I'm going to eat Undercity's most famous fat sashimi!"

"Okay, Daddy will satisfy your ......"

Mo Qi watched the panda people depart, and suddenly felt a special feeling of fatigue.

"Hey...... Let's hurry up and find the artifact fragments. Mochi said dejectedly.

There is still a minute and a half left for the transformation to end.

Following Carlstone's prompting, Mochi pressed the three phrases "evil deeds", "will not" and "forget" in the inscription with his fingertips.

There was a sound of a mechanism turning, and the lid of the sarcophagus slowly slid open, revealing a long staircase in the empty coffin.

Moqi quickly slipped into the sarcophagus, and with the same hint, he turned the knob in the sarcophagus and closed the sarcophagus lid back shut.

Moqi lit up the fire fold in the darkness, and below it was a long tunnel, and I didn't know where it would lead. The fire fold in his hand could only illuminate a small area in front of Mo Qi, so he could only cautiously explore forward.

The firelight flickered in the corridor, and Mochi observed the surrounding walls and staircases, which were made of stone and would have taken a lot of manpower and material resources to build such a place. As Mochi delved deeper, the more curious he became about where the passage leads, who built it, and why.

And, as a veteran player, Moqi is well aware that this passage does not exist in the game. He couldn't help but ask himself - how much of the world he was in now was different from the game world he was familiar with? What does this difference mean?

He couldn't help but worry about his future. All the familiar scenes hide too many unfamiliar truths, so will the seemingly identical stories lead him to a completely different ending.

Is your end good or bad?

There are too many complex issues plaguing Mochi.

And the answer to all this can only be revealed after seeing the scene at the end of the road.