Chapter 457: Silver Fate (II)

Regret Hill is a small hill not far from Tarong County. ,!

The moon rises high above the starry dome, and the shadows of the procession reflected are startlingly short.

However, this team is indeed a healthy team, densely packed with undead and stitching monsters and gargoyles - this is Sylvanas's team.

The undead don't need to sleep, and their pace is still strong.

At the top of the hill is a spacious cemetery where undead soldiers and ghouls can be seen wandering in the moonlight.

"Faraniel, go and see if there's anyone who is a good fit for us."

Sylvanas instructed her subordinates, and in a cold voice:

"Guys who don't have the mind to cut people everywhere, just let them disappear."

She showed no sympathy for the undead who were not divided between friend and foe.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Faraniel stepped back with anticipation and made arrangements.

Regret Ridge, full of graveyards, was a great place to be, and along the way, Sylvanas' ranks had nearly doubled.

The pharmacist was delighted by the increase in the Queen's power.

The undead went on to find their companions as usual, and Sylvanas noticed the cabin at the top of the hill.

She walks with the others and encounters the ghost of a woman in a white dress.

There are quite a few ghosts in Lordaeron, but it's still quite rare to encounter two in a row.

"You're from Talonshire?"

The ghost penetrated the bodies of several skeletons and asked the female ranger questions.

"Well, that's right."

Sylvanas nodded.

"And you saw my little niece Pamela? How is she? Is she still alive? ”。

The ghost couldn't wait to ask.

Pamela

So soon to meet that little girl's relatives? But this is actually quite normal, the distance between the two places is not far in the first place.

Ghosts have no guidance from outsiders, and generally only stay in the place of death. And between relatives, the distance is too far is abnormal.

Sylvanas's mind turned, and then he shook his head regretfully:

"She's a ghost like you, and by the way, she's asking me to help find my father."

She was about to ask about Joseph, but the female ghost screamed in shock.

"Nope! Poor Pamela! She died at such a young age, what a happy little child she was......"

"My brother Joseph? No...... Pamela couldn't understand what was wrong with Joseph. Even if she could understand, I don't think I would be able to tell her about it...... I want Joseph to return to her daughter, but he has been consumed by darkness. ”

The female ghost said a lot of things at once, and her expression became sad:

"By the way, it's good that you call Maraine, I'm Pamela's aunt."

This self-introduction is simple.

Sylvanas didn't care.

"Maraine."

What she noticed was what came out of the ghost's mouth:

"Do you know where Joseph is?"

"Of course I do."

Maraine nodded, and her body fluttered two steps:

"I saw him follow the undead to Farm Giron, and he should still be there."

Gallon Farm is located in the eastern part of Andorhar, an area that once served as the main grain producer of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

[It doesn't seem to be far.] 】

After walking for a while, Sylvanas already had a rough map impression of Lordaeron, so he was sure that the road was not far.

In that case, she might as well go once.

"Marlene, I'll go find Joseph later, do you want to follow us?".

She extended an invitation to the ghost.

This time, Maraine didn't refuse as directly as Pamela, and she didn't want to stay on top of the mountain alone.

"He's been swallowed up by darkness, do you have a way to save him?"

But she still wanted an answer.

"Not sure, it should be."

Sylvanas gave a conservative answer.

There are also many kinds of undead, and they can be divided into many kinds just by thinking about it.

One is unintelligent, the other is intelligent, and there are some undead who twist their minds.

The undead who have been twisted by their minds range from those like Sylvanas who can be restored to their original form, and those who can never be changed

In fact, even if it is Sylvanas, her soul is not abnormal, but the appearance of the flesh hides the essence.

"If possible, I'll go with you! My poor Joseph."

Maraine immediately responded in surprise.

In fact, she watched this team of undead come all the way, so she didn't resent them for saving their companions.

After a while.

"Your Majesty, we have added two hundred more companions."

Faraniel came back to report.

Now the work doesn't need Sylvanas to come forward every time, and the efficiency is much faster.

"Okay, move on."

Taking Maraine with them, the undead headed for Gallon Farm.

However, when they arrived at the farm, they did not find any undead other than the empty barn.

"That's it!"

Maraine's sharp eyes spotted the shield erected next to the barn, and she covered her mouth and screamed:

"That's Joseph's shield, what happened to him?"

She ran over to fiddle with the shield, and Faranir walked over to Sylvanas with a heavy face.

"Your Majesty, I have discovered the breath of magic and holy light, it is the Alliance"

He said with a deep hatred:

"I'm sure there are mages and paladins from Dalaran who passed through this place and wiped out all the undead here."

"Only they can do it as thoroughly!"

The light restrains the undead, and the powerful can even wipe out the bones.

Sylvanas grimaced.

"Go check on their movements, and we'll follow."

She said coldly:

"Humans can't be allowed to run rampant in Lordaeron under any circumstances."

She hates humans, but she didn't make this decision because of Pamela's agreement.

What's more, Lordaeron must belong to the undead, to her—or Sylvanas won't be able to protect Quel'Thalas.

She didn't want anyone to ruin her plans.

At the very least, Sylvanas must investigate the purpose of the alliance to be reassured.

――

However, she followed for the sake of reassurance.

Kael'thas was frightened, he knew Pamela's story well, so he knew Joseph's address and prepared beforehand.

So soon after Joseph's accident, he observed the situation.

As Crassus and several human kings headed north, they eradicated all the undead who threatened, including Joseph.

While they eliminated Joseph, Kael'thas secretly regretted the failure of his plan as a bystander.

But he also hopes that Varian will kill the Necrophori and the Dreadlord, so that he will also mentor Sylvanas to power.

Who would have thought that this female ranger would want to follow and kill herself?

“”

Kael'thas shook his head helplessly, he was going to contact Sylvanas to let her know the situation.

"Your Highness!"

But at the same moment, Lotherma hurried back to the Well of the Sun.

The efficiency of the portal is not usually fast.

He looked at Lotherma in the hall and frowned.

"Leave the shards behind, you go take a shower!"

Can the stinky mud full of trouser legs break into the Well of the Sun - Lotherma's ultra-low presence makes the guards not even notice the stinky mud?

What a terrible talent

Kael'thas waved Lotherma back down, and immediately looked at the fragments of the Dragonlord's blades that were left on the ground.

He felt the excitement in his bones again.

[What does it feel like?] 】

Kael'thas gravitationally grabbed the debris into his hand, and the moment he made contact, his pupils dilated in shock.

"Boom"

Not dominated by his own will, a great flame burst out in the Well of the Sun.

River of Time

After the crackling sound, the scene that made up the splendid passage was shattered.

“”

Nozdorm's huge body was suspended in the passage, staring blankly at the passage ahead.

The passage that once filled the scene and recorded history is still tirelessly sailing into the future, but the image it reflects is not half as much as it was just now.

The nodes of history reappeared.

The last time this was seen was when alien spirits entered Azeroth a thousand years ago.

However, this time it was an unforeseen accident, and this time it was different.

There are no outsiders, and the normal river of time is damaged?

The disappearance of the vision represents a complete reversal of the future - the reconstruction of a new future will take an unknown amount of time to recover.

"How is that possible?"

Nozdorm absolutely did not believe in this, he knew everything and watched everything unfold with his own eyes, including the future that might come.

The present is not a future that is a possibility!

What is the reason?

Nozdorm turned, looking through the past, madly searching for what he had forgotten.

He found it.

In that forgotten past, he saw the elven prince breaking the dragon's soul with his staff.

In the agitation of the elements and flames, clusters of energy of different colors flew out and returned to the Three Dragon Kings and Nozdorm.

The joy of that time confused the mood of all the dragon kings, and they didn't even see that from the dragon's soul, there were also five colors silently pouring into Kael'thas under the arcane.

Guardian of the Dragon's Power -

"Damn, how could I not see it!"

After understanding everything, Nozdorm's face turned pale.

However, it stands to reason that even if he was left behind, it would be impossible for him to ignore the matter of the Dragon King's Battle Blade all the time in the future

He just ignored the facts.

The dragon king's blades were clearly in his sight, but they didn't cause him to worry

There can only be one reason.

Nozdom was confused, the change just now was not a sudden change, but a history that was already determined.

Both he and the river of time saw that it was a mistake, and now it is back to reality

However, only the same power can create such miracles

Now that force has successfully gained independence, it will not be seen by others.

"Silver"

Nozdorm could only see this—it was the color of the one who had escaped the shackles of fate.

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