An eternal ice crystal that suddenly appeared from outer space silently passed through the planet's defense circle, like a meteorite, and bombarded the Norrend glacier continent of Azeroth.

"Boom!"

After the violent crash and the roar of ice breaking.

An immeasurable terrifying spiritual force rose from this eternal ice crystal that completely blocked the perception of the guardian dragon's defense line, distorting the space.

"I am a faithful servant of the Burning Legion, the Lich King Neozu!"

Dozens of powerful lichs with only bones left, holding undead staffs, slowly walked out of the distorted spatial rifts around the ice meteorite, and crawled on the ground in front of the eternal ice crystals.

"Go ahead! My servants! ”

A strange and grand voice sounded in this barren world where only ice was left.

"To conquer, to kill!"

"Let the wrath of the dead befall this world!"

The entire ground of the Icecrown Glacier shattered and trembled, and countless indigenous creatures living around the Icecrown Glacier area were horrified to see the corpses of their long-deceased companions next to them, and once again opened their dark eyes······

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At the southern end of the Eastern Kingdom of Azeroth, the realm of the Holy Arath's Empire.

A middle-aged mage, who was outwardly wise and erudite, as if he had just arisen from a long slumber, opened his confused eyes in a wooden house in the deepest part of the Twilight Dawn Forest.

"Me, where is this?"

The mage propped up his upper body, and the incomparably powerful pale blue magic energy boiled out, and a dazzling light bloomed in his eyes, and the familiar and powerful arcane energy made him relax instantly.

Standing up against the wall of the cabin, he opened the door and walked out.

Colorful sunlight shone on the mage's face through the gaps in the leaves.

The clashing of branches in the forest, as well as the chirping of various birds and beasts, appeared in his ears, and suddenly showed him a vibrant world.

"My child, you're finally awake!"

A female voice, visibly joyful, appeared behind him, causing him to turn sharply.

The mage's eyes were fixed on the woman who was smiling kindly at him, and a vast stream of memories continued to emerge from the depths of his consciousness.

After a long while, the mage, who had finally understood everything, relaxed his face and said in a low voice with a hint of indifference after experiencing life and death.

"Long time no see, Miss Egwene."

"My, Mother."

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After a short but blissful three years of prosperity, the entire Eastern Kingdom continent, except for the Holy Araso Empire, seemed to have squandered all the good fortune they had accumulated before.

Unprecedented in history, frequent torrential rains and floods flooded the entire continent, and countless grain crops that were about to be harvested were inundated by sudden floods and heavy rainfall.

The Holy Araso Empire and the Holy Light Cross Church, which possess the abundant marine resources from the fish-people, have continued to provide a large amount of food to the human kingdom in the eyes of the disaster.

But this did not slow down the outbreak of various man-made disasters caused by food shortages.

Food aid from the Holy Arathas Empire was directly withheld by feudal lords everywhere and sold to other merchants to maintain the same luxurious enjoyment as in the past, and to buy more novelties from the Empire.

Many noble knights who fought valiantly during the orc invasion quickly degenerated at a speed unimaginable in the absence of an external crisis, exploiting a large number of civilians on the brink of life and death in the six kingdoms of humanity.

On the other hand, the missionary priests of the Holy Light Cross Cult wielded food and spread the faith of Holy Yahweh with nearly 10 times more efficiency than in the past.

The conflicts they had with the local noble lords in order to protect the believers also began to increase in large numbers.

"Bang!"

A stack of reports from the eastern region of the New Stormwind Kingdom was slammed on the gorgeous obsidian floor by Anduin Lothar, the regent of the Stormwind Kingdom, with a loud sound.

"Baron Rohm, Baron Walsh, Viscount Ferro ······"

"What exactly do they want?"

The man in rage, like an angry lion, roared over the palace chamber.

The child of his best friend, Prince Varian Ureon, who was forced by Lothar to not ascend the throne as king, sat on the throne behind him, looked at the ministers in the council hall who bowed their heads amid the roar of Lothar, shook his head helplessly, and remained silent.

"In just three months, he asked me for three batches of dried salted fish from Divine Araso."

"And then tell me that 700 of the lords are starving to death again?"

An enraged Anduin Lothar looked at the end of the courtiers in the hall, the thief dressed in pitch black, and unceremoniously called names.

"Colonel Roconel of MI7."

"Tell the ministers, what did Baron Rohm, Baron Walsh, Viscount Ferro and others do?"

"Yes, Your Royal Highness the Regent."

The mask on his face covered the bitterness on Roconel's face, and he reluctantly stood up from the minister's queue.

"Baron Rohm, Baron Walsh, Viscount Ferro and other hereditary noble lords in the eastern part of the kingdom have intercepted all the salted fish for the support of the Holy Araso Empire and resold them, leaving not a single salted fish to his hungry lords."

"Moreover, according to our investigation, these salted fish were resold by them to the extremely evil cult 'Cursed God Cult' on the border of Dalaran and Lordaeron, which was clearly announced by the Holy Light Cross Sect."

His tone hesitated, but he finally spoke.

"And those 700 lords were slaughtered to death by the professionals they employed, not starved to death!"

The commoners of the world of Azeroth are truly vulnerable, and they have no ability to resist at all in the face of the nobles who are guarded by the transcendents.

After the colonel of MI7 finished speaking, in an instant, the entire palace chamber boiled, and all the noble ministers were condemning these nobles who slaughtered their own people.

However, it was only a condemnation, and none of the noble ministers of the New Storm Kingdom publicly stated how to specifically punish those lords who made mistakes.

"Hey!"

Seeing this scene in front of him, Lothar, who knew that this time it was probably just a fine, and then ordered rectification, sighed.

Except for the fact that he was touched by Karen's choice back then, it was impossible for the upper echelons of the entire kingdom to truly punish those hereditary nobles who were supported by extraordinary power because of the lives of just a few hundred untouchables.

"Stand down, Colonel Roconel."

With a reluctant wave, the Lord Regent asked the colonel of MI7 to step down, he had heard too much of these tragic events in the past few years, and although he was still furious each time, his numbness quickly subsided.

"The diplomat of Holy Araço has clearly told me that if there is another incident of the transfer of their aid to the cult, he will cancel the aid to us on behalf of the Empire."

Even with the strength of his legendary warriors, he could not change the nature of class oppression, and if it weren't for the rampant aristocrats who traded aid to cults and provoked a fierce reaction from the imperial diplomats, perhaps Lothar's subordinates would not have reported to him the lives of hundreds of untouchables.

Sure enough, after hearing that these eastern nobles had angered the Imperial God of Wealth, who had been assisting them for several years, these noble ministers were a little more serious, and it took a long time before a pot-bellied new Storm Kingdom Earl stepped forward and said to Lothar.

"Your Highness, let Baron Rohmon and others donate 2,000 gold coins to the Holy Light Cross Church, and you and Prince Varian will personally order them to ······"

It's a long list, but it's actually still the same old-fashioned fines, rectification, but the profit target of these fines has been changed from the kingdom court to the Holy Light Cross Church.

However, what can this be, unless the New Stormwind Kingdom implements the current state system of the Holy Araso Empire without a true hereditary fiefdom aristocracy, Lothar will be powerless to deal with the tragedy caused by this exploitation of the poor.

"My brother, come out to me."

Just as Lothar squinted irritably, listening to the words of the Count of the Kingdom in front of him, a voice familiar to him appeared in his ears.

He opened his eyes sharply and scanned his surroundings warily.

There was no sign of the powerful palace magic protection being activated, and everyone except him was looking as usual, could it be that he was hallucinating?

The ministers below all lowered their heads, and no one noticed Lothar's abnormality at the moment, except for Varian behind Lothar.

"No, my brother, you heard you right!"

However, the voice sounded again, and finally Lothar's face changed dramatically.

"I, Medivan, am back."

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