"Aren't you a mage?"

While eating, Gianna suddenly asked Kael'thas in a loud voice:

"Then why didn't you have a bow with you?"

The cultivation of the one-handed sword has been completed, so now Kael'thas has a longbow by his side.

He smiled when he heard this:

"I'm an elf, too."

This answer can be regarded as an answer to Gianna's words.

The other familiar people didn't have any doubts, they had the impression that Kael'thas was different from ordinary mages.

During the Orc War, this elven prince used a one-handed sword.

After dinner, Kael'thas returned to his room and began to carefully wipe the Psichord Longbow.

With magic in his palm, he entered it into the bow according to certain rules, and it was just an ordinary process. Including wiping, Kael'thas conducts more than a dozen different operations every day.

In order to hide these actions, he took a lot of pains.

It took more than half an hour for Kael'thas to finish his work, and he went to take a simple shower and get ready for bed.

It was still early, but he was tired.

"Your Highness"

However, as Kael'thas opened his room, Sylvanas stopped him:

"Want to go out for a walk?"

The female elf said so.

Kael'thas wanted to refuse, but Sylvanas continued:

"I heard that Nanhai Town, as a trading port for several countries, has collected a lot of precious weapons, doesn't Your Highness want to look for them?"

Kael'thas was stunned.

Weapons - he forgot he was out looking for these things.

[I forgot to look for it in Stormwind.] 】

Kyle Suston regretted it a little, but he thought about it for a moment and nodded:

"Okay."

It's not a bad idea to try your luck.

Sylvanas smiled inwardly, but when they went out, the smile disappeared immediately.

She underestimated the aesthetics of the human world.

After Kael'thas and him went out, all the people on the streets were staring at them, either overt or dark.

There was no atmosphere.

Sylvanas had no choice but to accompany Kael'thas to look for weapons from one weapon dealer after another with a somewhat cold face.

There are hundreds of arms dealers in the entire South Sea Town, and although Kael'thas knows the names, there is no guarantee that the humans will not change those names.

For this reason, he searched very carefully, until he searched the whole city, but he found nothing.

Kael'thas returned to the inn with some regret.

[It seems that there is no result.] 】

He thought so, and then met Belluker.

Kael'thas remembered the connections of this human paladin, and his eyes lit up, and he immediately tried to ask for help.

Bellukr agreed.

After determining the name of the weapon provided by Kael'thas, he went out and called for help.

The results will not be known until the next morning.

Kael'thas wasn't worried about what would happen if the weapons were known, because he was probably the only one who had those weapons.

A night without incident—it was the night in Guidesea that nothing happened, but in the Cursed Lands, there was a dark aura condensing.

"Someone closed the coordinates of the Dark Gate."

"Then the orcs are in trouble."

A low, cold voice came from the void, and then a winged Dreadlord stepped out of the darkness without a sound.

"Tikdios, we can't come down to the past, you go and reactivate the coordinates."

A cold voice commanded.

"Yes, my master."

The Dreadlord smiled wickedly, then placed his hand on the doorpost of the Dark Gate.

Powerful shadow power erupted from his palm, and then covered the entire Dark Gate.

"Fool, your movements have made those humans suspicious."

Another angry shout rang out from the void.

The Dreadlord trembled:

"I'm sorry, master, I'll destroy them all later."

He prayed for forgiveness.

"If you let one go, you don't have to come back."

The angry voice was extinguished.

The Dreadlord named 'Tikdios' activated the coordinates of the Dark Gate, and with a cold face, flew into the air and pounced on the human outpost.

A wanton massacre.

It wasn't until half an hour later that the Dreadlord stepped into the void and disappeared without a trace.

After a few more minutes, a raven flew over.

It transformed into a human form, looking sadly at the ruins and countless dead corpses around it.

"Sure enough, it's a dying struggle"

He—Medivan sighed, staring at the Dark Gate in silence.

Before his eyes, the darkness was too deep and solemn, whether it was humans, orcs, Yang, or other races, all of them would be shrouded in this darkness.

Medivan's power was too small for him to change his fate.

Perhaps just reducing casualties was already his limit.

"Nozdorm, did you do it?"

Medivan couldn't help but ask into the void.

When he still had power, he didn't see the future so deep.

The only person who can change these things is the elusive guardian of time, the dragon who is not a prophet, but more powerful than a prophet.

"Why do you do these things when you don't interfere with history?"

Medivan shouted.

The night breeze of the Cursed Lands blew through his translucent body.

"Because I'm going to change, too."

After a long time, the voice of the dragon from the river of time was transmitted to Medivan's ears:

"I've guarded the time for tens of thousands of years, and I've never wanted to change it."

"However, if we don't change, the world will get worse and worse, and eventually even I will be lost and become a destroyer."

Its reasoning seems to be enough to illustrate it, but in Medivan's view it is full of holes.

"Aren't you also in the process of getting lost when you act like this?"

Nozdom was given the responsibility of guarding the right time by his creators, so it is accurate that it cannot easily change the world.

"Hehe, I also have some permissions."

Nozdom laughed:

"I didn't create this kind of history, so I can't say that I am interfering with this history."

"It should be said that I have chosen another path to protect this correct history."

Its low laughter reached Medivan's ears, and one could perceive the dragon's joy.

"Medivan, work with me."

Nozdorm sent out an invitation:

"Don't reject this trend, because after the darkness it brings the most perfect ending."

"Haven't you always longed for that kind of world?"

Medivan was silent.

He knew the result, but he could see the process.

Is it worth it that countless people will die for that outcome?

However, tonight's events have already told him the answer.

[Whether it's worth it or not, this darkness can't be changed.] 】

Medivan gritted his teeth, secretly hating his powerlessness.

"Okay, I'm willing to help you."

He agreed to Nozdorm's request just to be able to save more people in this trend.

He is the one who started everything, and he should atone for it.

(To be continued)