The young elven prince himself took the human maiden to Queldany, an elven town built on the shores of a lake.

At the same moment, an explosion erupted in the warped void.

The explosion attracted the attention of several eyes at once.

Northrend - A continent known as the "Roof of the World", Northrend is a snow-covered wasteland in the northern part of the world, and was once part of the Kalimdor Continental Plate before the Great War and the collapse of the continent. As the continent separated from the continent and the tectonic plates shifted northward, the climate gradually changed from the mild climate of Azeroth to a colder and colder climate, eventually becoming a world of snow and ice.

At Icecrown, a few years ago, a frost cage was thrown from the sky, forming a huge ice tower called the Ice Crown.

At this moment, countless spiders, skeletons, and even various strange monsters appeared around the ice tower where the Ice Crown was located, and these monsters were densely gathered together and were building a huge city here.

"I didn't expect such a huge spider kingdom underground."

An old voice with a chill sounded at the top of the crown of cold light, a huge frost:

"By subduing them this time, we will have even more power."

His words drew a sneer from another, younger voice.

"Naozu, these spiders are nothing."

His merciless hitter companions:

"There are too few lives here to meet the requirements of the demons for us."

"Hmph, those guys are just insatiable."

The old man's voice - Nao Zu snorted coldly:

"But they certainly don't know what they did this time."

"As the number of undead and those monsters increases, our power will only get stronger - stronger than demons."

The demons were using them to target them, but the two had other ideas.

It took them two years to quietly build up a huge force in Northrend - the power of the undead, both of their bodies have disappeared, but their minds have broken free from the limitations of their bodies and spread farther and farther in the ice, and they can control the dead undead to serve them as they please.

It's a powerful force that has never been found before.

As the undead increase, their power will grow stronger - even enough to devour demons.

But now is not the time ...

There are not enough undead in Northrend, they need more such subordinates, these are what only the real world can give them.

To fulfill their demands, they must go and lure the lives of the continent with darkness and kill them in large numbers...

"Darkan, it seems that there are no suitable personnel to answer our call."

Naozu asked his companions:

"So how can we grow the sect and achieve our goals in that world?"

In the same ice, Neozu's companion was none other than Darkan, the once saint-level High Elf mage.

The High Elf followed Gul'dan to the tomb of Sargeras, only to be discovered by demons.

The demons captured his soul, forced him to tell him something about the Well of the Sun, and then put him with Neozu.

But even the demons didn't know, and Darkan quickly discussed a plan with Naozu to change the fate of the two of them.

"I also felt it was time to change my approach."

Darkan took Naozu's words:

"It's been too long to make a sect, and I have a better proposal."

He explained his proposal with a low smile, and Naozu was moved.

"Very good offer."

The old orc soul turned his mind:

"But it's not the time yet, let's deal with playing Northrend first."

Except for those dragons who can be spared for the time being, the other races are all in Naozu's plan.

Their strength is enough, at least to stain the whole of Northrend with a layer of blood.

Both Naozu and Darkan love the feeling of wanton killing, killing enemies and then turning the dead into subordinates for both...

This power is like that of a god, and there is no need to worry about casualties.

"But did you sense the fluctuation just now?"

Naozu's voice became a little solemn:

"Demons, did they do anything?"

He was a warlock, and he and Darkan were both experts in spells, but they studied different topics.

Naozu, who was obsessed with the study of dark forces, did not see the cause of the Void's fluctuations.

"They obscure the trajectory of fate."

Darkan's voice became a little eerie:

"Those powerful demons don't have much research on fate, to be precise, they just cover the eyes of some mortals who have the talent to see fate."

"It's better for us, isn't it?"

The two of them are equally unfamiliar with fate, so the demon's actions will not hinder the two of them.

Furthermore, the demon's actions made the mortal threat even less, and instead reassured them.

Fate is the most incredible thing in this world, and only those who are loved by fate can peep into this thing - but such a person is rarely seen once in thousands of years.

――

Over time, Nozdorm has also felt this fluctuation.

It turned its head and was relieved to find that the scene flowing in front of it had not changed in the slightest.

"It's such a weak cover-up."

Nozdorm chuckled softly, but no matter who did what, it could see what it wanted to see.

That's its authority - at least for now.

At this point, it heard the call of a human ally, but it didn't bother to pay attention to it.

In a previous event, Nozdorm discovered that this human mage named 'Medivan' also had his own selfishness and favoritism.

When the mage decided to work with the High Elf woman, Nozdorm was no longer planning to form an alliance with him.

This is a very unsafe approach.

In order to prevent the 1 in 10,000 possible surname, Nozdorm didn't want to be involved.

As long as he doesn't act, and lets those two people do it, even if the result may be a little off...

"It's not a bad thing."

Nozdorm muttered, ignoring Medivan's call.

――

Kael'thas left Teresa in the care of the two men at Quildani's Hut.

Tibros accepted the task with that gentle look, while Passaren was clearly interested in Teresa's face hidden under the veil.

"Are you disfigured?"

This was the first greeting he had ever given to Teresa, for which Kael'thas threw him directly into the lake.

But Teresa didn't mind much.

She could tell that the two High Elves had no ill will.

Although every High Elf has some haughty bad temper in his heart, the woman brought by Kael'thas did not dare to offend these two elves no matter what she said.

Afterwards, Kael'thas asks Tiblostressa to walk around the town of Quelldani before having Pasalene lifted from the lake.

"Her appearance was destroyed by the flames of the Black Dragon Princess."

After Kael'thas said this to him, Passaren's eyes, which was wiping his face, lit up suddenly.

"Black Dragon Princess? That, that... Onexia-sama? ”

The elf had apparently learned of Onexia's new identity, and his face was a little strange.

"Yes."

Kael'thas nodded in the affirmative.

Passaren's eyes lit up again.

"Your Highness means..."

He didn't dare to offend this time, so he asked carefully.

"I've seen her face before, and it doesn't actually feel like it's burned out."

Kael'thas frowned and recalled:

"It should be said that her skin is exactly the same as when it was burned, maybe there is something left in the black dragon flames."

"Can you heal her?"

He got to the point.

Passaren's eyes brightened.

"Of course, Your Highness, it's funny..."

He then asked cautiously:

"But it might take a long time, is that okay?"

Absolutely-

What Teresa has most now is time.

Kael'thas gave the task to Passaren, and then had lunch with Tibros on his return.

"While the town's elves may not have very friendly eyes, they certainly have no ill will."

He tells Teresa during the meal that Kael'thas doesn't want the girl to be unhappy with Quildanny.

"yes, I know."

However, Teresa was unexpectedly open, and she even laughed:

"Although the elves don't seem to be approachable, I can tell that they are much better than the adults in the prison."

She doesn't have a beautiful appearance, but she has already experienced more bullying eyes.

Teresa genuinely believed that elves with pride in their eyes were much better than humans who were inconsistent—no race could be darker than humans.

Of course, the light may be the same thing...

Kael'thas was pleased with Teresa's answer, and after spending some time with him and telling Teresa about Passaren, he left the town of Quelldany.

[Maybe we won't see each other for many years.] 】

He thought about it like this, but he would never have thought of the bauernity of this separation.

Kael'thas did not stop at Hinterland, and neither the trolls nor the Hammer Dwarves knew of his arrival and departure.

As fast as he could, Kael'thas made it back to Dalaran in the evening.

"Your Highness."

Valera and Sylvanas seemed to have expected to greet him at the door.

[They know I'm leaving?] 】

Despite his doubts, Kael'thas greeted them with a smile, but he declined the invitation to dinner immediately.

He hurried back to his room, then looked for the crow on the shelf.

There were no crows, but a shadowy figure stood by the window, quietly watching the night sky.

"Medivan, I've done my job."

Kael'thas opened his mouth and said to the phantom mage:

"It's time for you to tell me the real answer."

His words made the phantom tremble.

"Answer?"

Medivan slowly turned around and looked at Kael'thas.

His gaze was a little confused, but suddenly it cleared up again.

"Well, I can still tell you the answer."

Madison leaned on his staff and walked in small steps:

"I said that person is not the person you are close to, of course, that also refers to the person you brought with you during this time..."

"Aurelia, if I'm not mistaken, her last name is 'Windranger'..."

Medivan smiled like a smile:

"She's the Queen of the Dead as I see it."

At least, this morning, Medivan saw this man

(To be continued)