With the compulsion of the First Orc War, Quel'Thalas opened a diplomatic channel to the human kingdom. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Although the Alliance was dissolved shortly after the end of the Orc War, the relationship between Quel'Thallas and the human kingdom was not as incompatible as before.

Both sides sent envoys to the other's capitals to facilitate the timely receipt of some important news.

Back at the Tower of Windrunners, the Windranger family warmly welcomed Carl's arrival, and even the old patriarch of the Windranger family, the old elf who had personally handed over the Wrath of the Stars to Carl, personally attended the dinner party to welcome Carl.

In fact, with the participation of this old patriarch, the dinner was extremely depressed, and even a few little ghosts with lively temperaments did not dare to speak indiscriminately. The entire dinner was spent almost in this quiet and dreary atmosphere, which made Carl extremely uncomfortable.

"You're part of the Ancient Windrunner family, so did you know that there is a lady in your family named Ash Windrunner?"

Sylvanas looked at Carl with an inexplicable look.

Karl shrugged his shoulders: "I didn't have any intentions on her, I just wanted to confirm something." ”

"Then you have to have a chance." Sylvanas glared at him angrily, "Grandmother Ash is a legend in the Windranger family. She was involved in the Burning Legion's Ancient War before she was an adult, and with the artifact Solidar, she slain countless demons, and the Windranger family prospered entirely thanks to her. She was the only one who could fully harness Solidar's power, and her story could not be told for three days and three nights...... What do you ask her for? ”

Sylvanas's words made Carl froze for a moment, and it wasn't until she called out to him again that Carl suddenly woke up.

"I've seen her!" Carl's solemn tone made Sylvanas serious too, and she knew that Carl wasn't joking. "During the final battle between Draenor and Neozu, Onexia and I were swept into the Void, and then, the Eternal Dragon King Mnozdor sent us back to the Ancient Age, the time of the Ancient War 10,000 years ago."

Sylvanas' eyes widened, and the Ranger General, who had always been known for his composure, couldn't help but be surprised by the incredible.

Karl recounted to her what had happened during the War of the Ancients, and his awkward affair with the Night Elf Queen Azhara was caught by the sensitive Sylvanas, who glared at him but did not interrupt him. When he heard that Onexia had been killed by Akmund, Sylvanas' eyes glowed red.

"Since Ash exists in this world, it proves that the ancient era we are going to has merged with this timeline, or that it was originally a certain part of the timeline we are in, and the principles of the timeline are too complicated, and I don't know what the connection between them is. But at least for now, Onexia should be in our current world, and I'll find her. ”

Sylvanas took Carl's hand tightly and looked at him with a fiery and determined gaze, "I'll be with you, Carl. Together, we got Onexia back in good condition. ”

Karl nodded.

"Before we do that, we need to settle the matter of the Scourge first. Arthas is dead, but I fear that the Lich King Neozu will not be reconciled, and the bronze dragons with the Guardian hat will not hesitate to support them behind the scenes. Only by completely solving the Lich King can I be reassured. ”

Carl's face out of anger? Fear? Unwilling? Twisted slightly, Sylvanas' slender palm caressed his face, smoothing out the wrinkles and tendons on it.

"It's because of me."

To be a Ranger General, Sylvanas is not only by virtue of her strength, but also by her intelligence, which is an important point that makes her outstanding and become a Ranger General.

Recalling the battle to defend Silvermoon City, those compatriots who died in battle, under the summoning of the magic sword of Frost Sorrow, stood up again, but they were no longer her comrades...... Sylvanas felt cold all over.

If Carl hadn't felt it in time, he would have finally ......

Imagining himself as one of those horrible and inhuman monsters, Sylvanas sensed Cal's fear - if Carl was killed and reborn as such a terrible monster, Sylvanas couldn't imagine what kind of madness he would do.

"You know I can see something about the future - I see you killed by Arthas, resurrected by him as a banshee, an undead, an accomplice to the Scourge in slaughtering anything alive, even if you end up free from the Lich King's control......"

Sylvanas could feel Karl's body tremble, and she hugged him tightly.

"It's okay. I'm fine now, Carl. Sylvanas looked up, eager eyes almost melting him, "You succeeded in saving, succeeded in changing my fate. I promise you that I will never leave you and will never put myself in the place of death again. I love you, Carl! ”

Karl didn't speak, for the Queen's lips had gagged him. The plump and soft lips made Carl forget everything, and the slippery small, tongue teased Carl's nerves, and Carl resisted, and a fierce 'battle' ensued......

Fireplace Valley.

The quiet valley was a peaceful scene, contrary to what Alsace had expected. Not only has this vast valley successfully defended itself against plagues and scourges, but it is now an important base for Lordaeron's Scourge legions.

Tyran Fording - The son of High Lord Tirio Fortin, also known as Little Fording by the players. This young paladin is the age when his heart is full of righteousness and fearlessness.

Little Ferding not only decisively accepted the fleeing soldiers and civilians, but even sent troops to rescue Mograini's son and adopted daughter.

Many of the Paladins of the Silver Hand were killed by Uther and Gavin Rad in the encounter between Andorhar and Arthas, and most of the remaining paladins came to the Valley of the Hearth, where the power of the Valley grew.

When Alexandros Mograini arrived with a powerful weapon, the power of the Hearth Valley was almost at its peak. For the High Lord has a new title - both for the weapon in his hand and for him - Ember Bringer!

A few days after the Stratholme massacre, Alexandros Mograini, Fairbanks, Abydis Sr., Ethan Lien, and Duane met at the Southsea Town Hotel to discuss the damage caused by the undead in Lordaeron and discuss countermeasures.

At this point, Mograini reveals the crystal to the others, suggesting that it may be fashioned into a sword of justice. Ethan Lien, who was adamantly opposed to such risky behavior, tried to destroy this evil crystal with the power of the Light, but he did not expect it to absorb the Light.

After the Light energy was used on it again, it changed color and became the embodiment of pure Light. Mograini touched it, and the injured hand healed immediately. He thought of what Karl had told himself - that light could not exist on its own apart from darkness, that the two were in opposition to each other, but dependent on each other.

When Mograine and Farbanks arrived at Ironforge and asked the Dwarven King to craft the heirloom weapon, the disappearance of Muradin, who had been killed by Arthas in Northrend, was passed on.

With rage and rage, Magni forged this sacred weapon in the hearts of players. Upon hearing the news that Arthas had killed his father, Mograine and Farbanks immediately rushed back to Lordaeron with the weapon.

On the way to the Valley of the Hearth, the weapon showed everyone its incredible power - the undead were reduced to ashes wherever the blade passed.

The title of "Ember Messenger" was born, and it will be passed on forever! (To be continued.) )