Chapter 456: The Sorrow of the Sleeping Frost

The battle lasted a whole night, and by the dawn of the second day, the 20,000 black dragons had been basically wiped out, and the coalition forces had finally won a complete victory. [No pop-up novel network]

After the end of the war, the news of the victory reached the Dark Capital in just ten minutes, and then through the Dark City's message transmission array spread throughout the entire Duota Continent within a week, the neutral guards were all boiling after receiving the good news flying like snowflakes, they could hardly believe their eyes and ears, they thought that the protracted Fourth War had ended overnight, and the people who returned home hugged each other and wept, they naturally knew the scene of the devastation during the first three wars, Everyone is sincerely glad that they and their families have escaped this catastrophe.

The people of the Duota Continent naturally did not forget one name in the midst of the festivities - Nan? Shadow Song.

However, the mythical figure who turned the tide in the middle of the war and single-handedly killed the entire Deathwing disappeared into thin air after the victory in the war, rising like a meteor and then disappearing like a meteor, as if he had appeared to save the world.

At the end of the war, the coalition soldiers also set off a lot of turmoil for this, some young soldiers who fanatically worship heroes jointly petitioned, hoping to see Mr. Nan, but these petitions were rejected by the senior leaders of the coalition army, Mr. Nan has been hidden, and he is unwilling to get involved in the world, so the whole thing is more and more confusing, people know that the hero's sword, the artifact that kills the Deathwing, Frost Sorrow, was left on the battlefield, and if the hero is hidden, how can he not take his sword away?

Some sane people have speculated that Mr. Nan may have fallen in that great battle, but fanatical people are not willing to believe this claim at all, and they insist that Mr. Nan chose to retire because he did not care about glory, and that he was a real hero.

Thighs from all over the mainland will not miss this opportunity to praise heroes, they write this epic tone of the battle into many versions and sing in the streets, heroes worship people are happy to listen to these stories they have heard countless times, in the mouth of the troubadour, the final result of this legendary hero is often to hold a beauty, retreat to the mountains and forests, of course, occasionally there are a few self-proclaimed strict scholars troubadour list of evidence, swear that Mr. Nan has died in that battle, but, The result is often that they are beaten up by the audience, and they are beaten directly without even knowing their mother.

Time flies, and two months have passed in the blink of an eye.

One morning, the sun was shining over the Dark City, and the guards set out from the Dark City, passing through the Aryan desert and heading straight for the Holy Land.

After the great battle a month ago, the landscape of the Aryan Desert has changed a lot, the cliffs and barren mountains have basically been leveled, the huge immortal pillars have disappeared, and the entire desert is only left with sand dunes one after another, stretching to the sky like ocean waves.

During the Battle of Antiquity, this was one of the main battlefields against the Burning Legion, and now there are countless war spirits and dry bones under the yellow sand, which makes people inevitably feel emotional when they recall it.

The speed of the army was not fast, Tyrande sat in the carriage in a daze, looking at the battlefield through the window, she could have followed the Horned Eagle troops first, but for some indescribable reasons, she chose to stay and accompany the large army to advance, maybe she subconsciously wanted to remember some past events in this desert.

Looking at the endless monotonous repetition of the sand dunes, Tyrande suddenly sighed and lowered her head slightly, and in her hand, a small withered yellow flower slowly rotated with the slight ****** of her slender fingers. This flower was what Illidan left to her when she left, and it symbolized too many heavy and beautiful memories......

Before the Battle of Antiquity, in a field full of flowers, a sunny boy with amber pupils picked the flower and gave it to an innocent girl who aspired to become a priestess.

After the Battle of the Ancients, the boy is imprisoned in Shadowmoon Prison, and the girl returns the dried flowers to him, implying eternal rejection......

Tyrande didn't expect that after 20,000 years, Illidan had been fighting in the outer lands, and he had always carried the little flower with him, which became a permanent memory.

Perhaps it was Mavi's words that stung Illidan, and after the war ended, Illidan finally chose to leave in disgrace, leaving behind not a word but the small flower that had been blessed by magic to live forever.

In this regard, Tyrande was naturally full of emotion in her heart, but she did not keep anything, and the past events could only be regarded as good memories sealed in her heart.

As for Mavi, she disappeared after the war, and Tyrande guessed that even if Garrod didn't show up, Mavi wouldn't have gone too far, she was just using that way to satisfy the obsession in her heart.

It's all over together, and from tomorrow the Duota Continent will turn a new page, thinking of this, Tyrande smiled with relief......

Time flies quickly, and three years have passed quietly in the blink of an eye.

The Duota Continent has been very peaceful over the years, and the only thing worth worrying about is the black dragon princess Onexia and the black dragon prince Nefarian, who are hiding, but one of them is seriously injured, and the other has lost his body, even if their strength can recover some, it must be much worse than before, plus they can't make any waves without the backing of the Black Dragon Legion and the Dragon Soul, so slowly people forget about it.

In the past three years, the reconstruction of the Dark Capital and the Holy Land has been carried out in an orderly manner, under the instruction of Malfurion, people have erected a statue in front of the site of the World Tree, and the statue has carved a man holding a heavy sword to attract the vitality of heaven and earth, the man is naturally Gu Nansheng, and the sword in his hand is the Frost Sorrow.

It is worth mentioning that the sword in the sculpture is a genuine original version of Frost's Sorrow, not an imitation of a rock carving, and it is naturally an incredible thing for an artifact to be placed outside in such a big way, and the specific reason has to start from three years ago.

Three years ago, just after the end of the Great War, Malfurion heard Garrod talk about Gu Nansheng's entrustment and then wanted to bring the sorrow of Frost back to the Holy Land, and because of this incident, the Dark City set off a lot of turmoil, and the Holy Land army was delayed in the Dark Capital for two whole months.

What the turmoil is is self-evident, the sorrow of frost as a real artifact is naturally coveted by countless people, when it really involves interests, no one cares about what benevolence, righteousness and morality, as for what savior's false name is a joke in the eyes of those sixth-order powerhouses, if you have strength, you are the king, and if you don't have strength, you are the object of mermaid meat.

They don't blindly worship heroes like the people, although no one said it explicitly, but they all vaguely guessed that Gu Nansheng was afraid that he would fall in that battle, in this case, the artifact he left behind was an ownerless thing, of course, it couldn't be missed.

In fact, before the battle for the Frost Sorrow, those sixth-order powerhouses had already dug three feet into the Aryan Desert and searched all the places they could find, the purpose was of course to find the anti-heaven equipment and S-class jīng spirit left behind after Gu Nansheng's fall, but unfortunately those things seemed to have evaporated from the world with Gu Nansheng, and there was not even a piece of residue left, as a result, people could only think that those things had turned into dust together with Deathwing, and they returned disappointed in desperation.

As a result, for the only remaining frost sorrow, the group of sixth-order powerhouses in the Dark City became more and more red-eyed, plus Malfurion was seriously injured at the time, and he was unable to preside over the overall situation at all, so a battle was naturally inevitable.

The process of that battle was extremely complicated, for the sake of the artifacts, even some fifth-order powerhouses wanted to mix in the troubled waters to fish, and when the battle was inseparable, the extremely cold ghost who had been cultivating his glory suddenly revealed the strength of the quasi-seventh-order, and all the heroes who had won the battle were all shocked, and as a result, he obtained this sword without any suspense.

Of course, the heroes of the guards are not convinced, as a neutral hero, the Extreme Cold Ghost has nothing to do with the sorrow of the frost, but the Extreme Cold Ghost actually swears that his apprentice Siyou is the widow of Mr. Nan, and it is reasonable for her to inherit this sword.

After the Extremely Cold Ghost got the artifact, he naturally wanted to immediately escape to the lair of the Extreme Cold Forest and slowly study the sword, but what no one expected was that when the Extreme Cold Ghost tried to drip blood to recognize the Lord, a black and red flame emerged from the blade of the Frost Sorrow sword, directly incinerating half of his arm, and then the Extreme Cold Ghost only felt that the cold energy in his body was like a flood that had broken the embankment and surged towards the Frost Sorrow, frightening his soul away.

If it weren't for the ruthlessness and decisiveness of the Extreme Cold Spirit, who forcibly cut off his energy arm, he would probably have turned to ashes.

Rao is like this, the Extreme Cold Ghost was still sucked away by the Frost Sorrow A large amount of energy jīng Hua, and his strength fell by half a realm, becoming a powerhouse between the peak of the sixth order and the quasi-seventh order, which made the Extreme Cold Ghost almost crazy.

In this regard, the other sixth-order powerhouses were naturally gloating, and at the same time, no one dared to fight the idea of frost grief anymore, how could the arrogance of the artifact be blasphemous to mortals.

Even Malfurion was terrified when he retook the sword, fearing that the same thing would happen to him, but Frostmourn had been silent since he had seriously injured the Chill Wraith, as if it were just a normal sword.

Malfurion successfully brought the Frost Grief back to the Holy Land, before he had been putting the sword in his inventory, but I don't know when, Malfurion felt that the Frost Grief always came out of the coercion, which made him feel a little tight, and even at night, the Frost Grief would make a whimpering sound, and Malfurion could vaguely feel the evil spirit of the Golden Iron Horse and the battle of all armies, which made the old man not even sleep.

After careful consideration, Malfurion decided to build a statue of Gu Nansheng on the site of the World Tree, and placed Frost Sorrow in the sculpture, hoping to appease Frost Sorrow's sword soul.

As for whether anyone had the idea of frost sorrow, Malfurion never worried, and whoever wanted to steal was tired of it.

Malfurion told the Holy Land that this sword was not usable by ordinary people, and it was strictly forbidden for anyone to try to get close to the statue and touch the sword, and most people in the Holy Land knew what happened to the extremely cold ghosts, and they stayed away from the sorrow of the frost, but there were always a few greedy and unscrupulous people who did not believe in evil, and often ended up in a miserable end after testing the law.

After two or three times in a row, no one dared to approach Frost's Sorrow, and within a kilometer radius of the statue became a customary forbidden area, which even Malfurion had not expected, and he had thought that it would become a holy place for those iron-blooded youths to visit and pay homage to the heroes.

In this way, the sorrow of frost slept in the holy land, no matter the wind, rain, lightning, thunder, it stood silently, the sky was long, its simple sword body and the statue were integrated, it was no longer possible to distinguish each other, and even people sometimes thought that the sword itself was a part of the statue.

Only occasionally in the middle of the night, the sorrow of the frost will emit bursts of whimpering and mournful sounds, as if remembering those who fought with the master in all directions, commanding the battlefield, the strong are lonely, the heroes have no tears, and who can understand the domineering spirit of constantly fighting against fate and standing proudly in the world?

All kinds of things in the world are just passing by the clouds, and love and hatred will eventually come to naught.

On a bleak autumn night, a gorgeous woman dressed in black appeared in front of the sculpture, standing silently, I don't know how long later, the shadow disappeared, and a faint voice drifted in the wind in the middle of the night: "Master, I will find you, no matter where you ...... the world."

Neutral Territory, Silent City-

Neutral territory has always been scattered, some born strong people like to form their own forces, and between these big forces there are countless small cities, Mocheng is one of them, in fact, if Mocheng is a city seems to be a bit of a lifting here, there is not even a wall made of rocks here, but around the city with a sharp wooden fence with a height of a few feet around it, and then on the inside of the fence with a log to resist it, so it is a city wall, but fortunately, there are no high-level monsters near Mocheng, So this pointed wooden fence is more than enough for defense.

The population of Mocheng is only more than 40,000, and there are less than 100 transferred soldiers, although this city is small, but the internal institutions and facilities are readily available, there is not only a small-scale transfer warrior guild in the city, but even an enchanter guild, although only the president himself is a first-level enchanter in the entire enchanter guild, this person is more than three hundred years old, and for low-level transfer fighters, this age is almost to the end of their life.