Although Kael'thas would love to talk to Sylvanas for a while, it will be light and the story of Mirage will come to an end. Come on,.!

"Go back, use this bow to purify the girl's father."

He led the way towards the ruins of Talonshire.

"Isn't that an illusion?"

Sylvanas asked him suspiciously.

She had made a point of coming into contact with Joseph, so it was clear that it wasn't a real person.

"That shield ......"

Kael'thas came to the ruins, and then pointed to the shield with a black light wrapped in the middle:

"Don't you think it's weird? Everything else has been wiped out by the Alliance, but it remains. ”

When he mentioned this, Sylvanas also felt weird.

"Could it be that Joseph's soul is in it?"

She couldn't help but ask.

And Kael'thas didn't hide it either.

"You're right, but this soul is so mutilated that even I can't wake him up."

"So I recreated the original battle, relying on that tragedy to bring him back to life—the resurrection of evil."

But the resurrected soul is still not healthy, and the black gas on the shield shows how badly Joseph has been twisted.

The Light can banish his evil.

"Let's go inside."

Kael'thas looked at Sylvanas, his eyes flashing silver, and the next moment he sent her to the mirage.

"Her Majesty!"

Faranir and the other undead shouted in surprise when they saw Sylvanas suddenly appear in the square:

"You're back."

"Yes. She solved the puzzle and found me. ”

Kael'thas appeared, floating ethereal in the air.

He looked down. The battle for Talon County was over, and Joseph came out with his men.

The faces of these people lost the brilliance of the living, and only a pair of blood-red eyes remained.

"Enemies?"

A shuddering voice rang out, it was Joseph.

The militia captain seemed to have come alive from a vision, his face covered in blood, and his gaze wandered to the others.

The sudden and strange situation is creepy.

"Father's ......"

Pamela shouted dumbfounded.

"Don't go over!"

Sylvanas immediately prevented her next move, and raised her half-human-tall bow.

The wrath of the stars slowly opened the strings, and in an instant, a strong wind blew in the field and condensed on the strings. The silvery light shone brightly, gradually taking the shape of an arrow.

"Holy Light!"

The undead stepped back in fear, looking at Sylvanas in confusion.

They don't understand why the queen can use powers that are diametrically opposed to those of the undead.

"That's the power of the bow."

Kael'thas relayed the voice to the ears of each of the undead:

"That bow can take the initiative to create the arrows that your master needs, and it is my gift to your queen."

His words dispelled the doubts of the undead.

After a series of incredible events, they had no doubts about Kael'thas identity.

Gods - beyond mortals, but also for the undead.

Even their former master, Naozu, was not a god, so naturally no one dared to question Kael'thas anymore.

Sylvanas opened her bow.

She straightened up. The eyes are straight and the arms are steady.

The most beautiful time for rangers is when they shoot arrows.

The strings move, and the long arrows tear apart.

After the crisp whistle

Boom -

Silver-white holy flames covered Joseph.

"It's finished."

Kael'thas knew that in the real world, the arrow of light had hit the shield.

It worked.

In the midst of the burning sacred fire, Joseph wailed. The black qi on his body rapidly evaporated and dissolved.

He fell to his knees, his figure looming in the flames.

"Pamela ......"

The clear-eyed eyes looked around, then at the little ghost.

"Pamela, dear, forgive Father."

"My eyes were blinded by darkness. But you saved me from evil fantasies. You saved me, and now I beg you...... Forgive me. ”

Pamela was stunned. Then he ran over crying.

"No, you're a hero, father......"

"No one will resent you for being controlled by darkness...... You're still my proud father. ”

She threw herself into Joseph's arms and burned with him.

"I've found my doll, father...... You can go on and on with its story. ”

"No...... Let's go pick the flowers! Then drink tea...... Mother will definitely come to meet us. ”

The light burned violently.

Joseph's soul is mutilated, and he will leave this world with the black qi when it disappears.

Kael'thas shook his head inwardly, then waved his hand casually.

"Come back with me!"

He brought the undead back to reality in an instant.

It was only a flash of silver before all the undead found themselves back in the desolate ruins.

The images of the past vanished, but they didn't feel like they were dreaming—they even wondered if they had just traveled through time.

"Pamela, what about Pamela?"

Maraine fluttered around in a panic.

Sylvanas walked slowly to the square without speaking, tapping his hand to the pitch-black shield.

The shield melted into dust like weathering and dissipated.

"They left?"

She asked.

"No obsession, no darkness, and went back where they were supposed to be."

Kael'thas explains.

However, the soul of this world is too magical, and he is not sure.

Powerful souls that have been learned can survive in the world, but weak souls are even more magical: some transform into ghosts, some become ghosts, some repeat the events of life, and many more go to the place where the dead are.

"Faraniel, find Pamela's bones."

Sylvanas stood up, then returned to the house with a few of the undead.

Kael'thas probably knew she wanted to bury the little ghost. So I didn't stop it.

But he would never have imagined that Sylvanas had taken the bones out of the house with his own hands.

She had the undead prepare a very small coffin. Then the small bones were carefully arranged.

"Her clothes weren't rotting yet, so I knew she had been punctured in the chest and died."

Sylvanas moved his hand cautiously and said lightly:

"Thank goodness the weapons didn't cut her bones."

Kael'thas was stunned.

Then he seemed to have found something, and looked at it strangely:

"You like her a lot?"

"Maybe, it's just a pity."

Sylvanas lowered her eyebrows:

"She was still a child, and I would have liked to show her more of the world."

That's what she had in mind from the beginning.

Sylvanas didn't have much sympathy, but the moment he saw Pamela. For some reason, she really wanted to let this child see more of the world.

Didn't know anything, didn't experience anything......

Such a life is too empty.

"Really? Does my sister want to take me to see it! ”

A childish and happy voice, a small transparent ghost emerged from behind Sylvanas, leaving her stunned.

"Pamela?"

It's Pamela, but didn't she just die?

"I don't know."

Kael'thas shook his head with a wry smile.

"My father asked me to come back, and he wanted me to continue living here."

Pamela said with a sad face:

"But I'm dead, he's so confused."

Be that as it may. But the expression on the little ghost's face was very happy.

"Is this my bone? I was afraid to look at it before, it seemed to be very clean. ”

Pamela then looked at the bones, not at all afraid:

"Is it because you're wrapped in clothes, giggle......"

The liberated little girl seems to have become more cheerful.

The distant peaks overflowed with a touch of morning color, and the bright light dispelled the darkness and cold. A cool breeze blows above the ruins.

A new day is coming.

Kael'thas narrowed his eyes to enjoy the leisurely feeling as he looked at the undead standing behind Sylvanas.

The morning sun stretched these monster-like shadows long and thin, and their empty bones played a crisp sound in the wind.

[It's not as evil as you think.] 】

Kael'thas thought.

He gazed at Sylvanas and said to the female ranger with shiny cheeks and fluttering silver hair in the morning light:

"Make a deal with me, Queen of the Dead."

"If you are willing to give me your faith and your life. Walk according to my commands, and I will become your god. Guide you to life after twilight. ”

No one could understand Kael'thas at this moment.

The undead don't know what the gods have seen or where they're going.

But they saw Sylvanas, their queen's head, very clearly.

"Okay."

She barely hesitated to speak.

The truth of history is just the willfulness of the elder sister casually agreeing to the younger brother, but it has been interpreted into more content.

This is the agreement between the Silver Dragon King and the Queen of the Dead, and it is destined to be passed on for eternity.

"Thank you, then I'll give you a gift!"

Or for Kael'thas, the words had an extra meaning - Sylvanas's departure would not be doubted by the other undead.

He got the answer ahead of time.

Walking up to Sylvanas, Kael'thas held out his hand.

"The Fire of Life ......"

Bright red flames erupted from the palms of his hands, shaking smartly.

Kael'thas threw the flames on the bones in the coffin, then grabbed Pamela's soul and threw it down.

"Oops!"

The little ghost fell into the coffin at a loss, screaming and disappearing without a trace.

The white bones quickly coalesced together in the flames, held together by mysterious power.

When the flame was a child, two red flames lit up on the little skull.

"It hurts, it hurts......"

It muttered to its feet, then jumped a few times in amazement as the others stared.

"What an ugly appearance."

It squatted on the ground in disappointment, but it was enough for others to react.

"Pamela...... My baby! ”

Maraine was frightened and floated around the little skeleton:

"You've got a body."

Although not physical, entities and ghosts are fundamentally different after all.

An entity represents the completion of becoming an undead race, without fear of being attacked and passing away.

"Do you want to be like that?"

Kael'thas asked Maraine curiously.

"No, no, no!"

A natural refusal.

Women are still more inclined to appearances......

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