The plague has transformed the forests of the Tirisfal glades, turning vegetation and animals into decay.

Plague dogs wander the dark ruins, making it impossible to imagine that a year ago this was the most advanced area of human civilization.

Kalia has finally returned to her home country.

The rancid wind ruffled her long yellow hair, her silver armor rattled, and she fell to her knees, her hands digging into the dirt beneath her.

No one to speak, no one to help.

The paladins scattered around their queen, watching her move with determined eyes.

Half an hour later, Kalia carefully lifted an urn out of the dirt.

“”

She looked at it quietly, then smiled sadly:

"Long time no see"

"I'm back, your daughter is back"

The box contained the ashes of her parents.

After the destruction of Lordaeron, the kings and their husbands were not resurrected as undead, their bodies were taken and burned by the surviving people.

I don't know which human didn't know which one didn't know how to do this, and he disrespectfully put the ashes of the two in a box.

In any era, such a person would have been caught and hanged.

However, Kalia was grateful to him for being able to keep the ashes of the king and his wife during those dark days—which was the highest loyalty.

"Her Majesty."

Beluker walked up to her knees and knelt down with his hands up, a gorgeous black velveteen cloth resting on them.

"Thank you."

Kalia got up, took the velveteen cloth and carefully wrapped the urn.

"Let's go, the others are still waiting"

She held the urn, led the horse, and looked around at the paladins around her.

"My knights, come with me to bid farewell to the glory that has passed!"

"Yes!"

The knights all got on their horses. Follow Kalia towards Lake Talenmere.

All the Centaurs of the Alliance gathered around the lake, ready to bid farewell to King Terenus, the wisest king ever seen.

Aurelia, who was watching Kalia lead the team leave, rolled her eyes.

"Is it appropriate for them to sprinkle their ashes in Lake Talenmere just like that?"

She asked the carriage beside her.

"It doesn't matter, they don't dare to do anything if the covenant is issued anyway."

Sylvanas replied to her that not so long ago Lordaeron was not allowed to enter, ironically now with a wide open door.

In order to collectively fight against Kael'thas, Lordaeron had to let the others come over.

The Guardian Dragon vouched for the Alliance, and no faction was allowed to attack each other until the matter of Kael'thas was over.

And after the war is over, the dragons will also protect the 'obedient' Lordaeron from harm for fifty years.

Some of the wordplay was playful, but Sylvanas didn't say no.

After the news of Solan Lian came. All the women, including Aurelia, have changed their attitudes and are ready to work together to break Quel'Thalas's defenses and get Kael'thas back.

"Have you found a solution?"

The bright-sided Sylvanas asked the other her.

The Queen of the Dead reads some information in the carriage, which is the chain of flames that wraps Quel'Thalas.

"No, it's too short."

She shook her head.

The Alliance and the Horde have just returned to Lordaeron, and the information on the Firechain has been collected by the undead.

I watched it for a long time. Sylvanas found that there was no hint of any focus on the information.

"It's a good thing that the communication with Quel'Salas hasn't been broken, otherwise this matter would have been unsolved."

She rubbed her cold forehead. A look of indifference swept over the 'light' half.

In this matter. Everyone's choices may seem the same, but sooner or later they will go their separate ways.

In addition to the dark Sylvanas, Aurelia, Onexia, and the shining Sylvanas all have only one goal: to take back Kael'thas's true heart.

They just wanted Kael'thas to change back to his original form, but they didn't seem to care much about what happened after that.

However, Dark Sylvanas is different, and even if Kael'thas turns back to 'the way it was', she will continue her actions.

【Sargeras. 】

Things are shrouded in fog. But she felt that there was only one basic point of sargeras.

Onexia thinks it's good for Sargeras to deal with it later, but Sylvanas is more vigilant, and she knows Kael'thas more than himself.

Everything is very wrong with the current situation.

From accepting the power of the earth to changing her personality, the more Sylvanas thinks about it, the more wrong it becomes.

The main reason she dared to guarantee that Kael'thas would accept the power of the earth was Sargeras. So what was the purpose of his actions later?

What do you see, Kael'thas?

Kael'thas must have seen what she didn't know, and only then would he do something as foolish as he is now.

Will the future Lord of the Gods spare Solanlian?

What an international joke, he is the one who even his wife did not hesitate to kill.

――

A day later, the funeral of King and Tyrenas ended.

The Alliance and the Horde marched toward Quel'Thalas, a legion that was almost equal in number to the participants in the Hyjal Holy War, and the command was unified.

A legion that can sweep through the world of Azeroth, but at the moment it is fighting against one man.

Time has passed, and there are several times more flame flowers on the ground than at the beginning, and the world will be covered in a few days.

More and more mortals fell into an eternal slumber, and even soldiers fell as they advanced.

The future is dark, and the responsibility is too heavy.

This battle is a victory for anyone, and no one can afford to lose.

However, before reaching the border, a frightening news arrived.

"The undead are gathered at the border?"

When Kalia heard the news, they all looked at Sylvanas.

"Probably not my subordinates"

Sylvanas's heart sank.

"Her Majesty is right, those undead are not our companions."

The skull responsible for delivering the message had angry flames dancing in its eye sockets:

"They're the undead scourge under the Lich King, who broke our defenses from the seashore and ran in!"

The Lich King, its title no one will forget.

Varian gritted his teeth.

"Do you see who their commanders are?"

He also remembered the shame and hatred that Arthas brought him, and all along, Varian put the blame on Arthas.

A betrayer who has all the happiness.

If only Alsace had not betrayed. Nothing will happen after that.

"It's Alsace"

The skeleton's reply made Varian even more angry, but Kalia was startled.

She had never seen the brother whom she had spurned, nor had she ever imagined meeting him, the only one of her remaining relatives.

If she could, Kalia wouldn't be going to see him for the rest of her life.

But the more you don't want to face something, the more you have to face it.

"Her Majesty the Queen"

Belluker whispered behind her.

"yes, I know."

Kalia smiled bitterly, she couldn't hide anything from this subordinate.

"Your Majesty Varian, let's move forward!"

She was silent for a long time before she said:

"We're going to crush the undead before they all arrive, or we'll be passive."

Varian subconsciously turned his head, the anger in his eyes vanishing. He looked at Kalia with a hint of surprise.

He was unfamiliar with Kalia's decision, and the speed at which she was growing surprised Varian once again.

"Okay."

It took a moment for Varian to smile on his face.

It was the right decision, and no one else objected.

The legions quickened their advance and entered the border in the evening. And by this time, the undead scourge from Northrend had blocked the way.

Giant ghouls, meat grinders, legions of death knights on skeletal horses. And the lich floating on the ground.

The formation on the opposite side was much stronger than the undead belonging to Sylvanas. Like a dark beast entrenched in front of it.

"This is a problem."

Varian felt troubled.

"Difficult to deal with"

The tribal chieftain Sal closed his eyes and didn't know what he heard from the wind, and his expression was nervous:

"They still have legions underneath!"

This sentence stunned the crowd, but Aurelia was thoughtful.

During the Hyjal Holy War, she followed Kael'thas to receive help from a crypt lord, and the giant insect impressed her.

[Are there all kinds of monsters like that underground?] 】

That would be a lot of trouble.

At the same time, the order was given to halt the advance of the Horde and the Alliance, and several leaders gathered to begin working on countermeasures.

However, not long after they got together, the undead scourge on the opposite side moved.

Hundreds of death knights rode out in two columns on skeletal horses. They scattered, their swords standing on their chests to greet their masters.

Surrounded by armor, Arthas rode slowly forward on a skeleton horse.

Two dark blue eyes flickered under his helmet, and he looked straight at Kalia.

"Long time no see, sister."

Nearly a kilometer away. Arthas's voice seemed to ring next to it—no, it was right next to it.

It was the voice of a skeletal officer under Sylvanas' command turning his hair.

"Damn it!"

Sylvanas let out a sudden scream, and the sound wandered like ripples, and the skeleton officer immediately woke up.

"Your Majesty, he's the Lich King."

Its voice reverted to its original form, and it cried out with horror:

"He can control us!"

These words exploded in the crowd like a bomb, and for a moment, all the living looked at the undead around them with fierce eyes.

"Don't make a noise, I'm here, he can't control others!"

Sylvanas yelled that her people had been free from the Lich King's grip for too long, and it was difficult for Arthas to regain control of them.

And the Queen of the Dead has the power to stop his mind control.

Thinking of the proof she had just made, the crowd that had just started to be noisy began to calm down again.

"What do you want to do, Arthas."

Kalia didn't pay attention to the movement around her, and asked her brother.

From what she had just asked, she knew that Arthas wasn't really the Lich King - at least not the Lich King he used to be. (To be continued.) )