In the spacious, bright and golden hall of Lordaeron, wearing a crown, the aged Terenus leaned limply on the throne with his head in one hand, thoughtfully.

Compared to a year ago, the old king's complexion was even worse.

His temples were gray, his face was dull, and his face was full of wrinkles, which made his face as rough as the bark of a tree, and he looked like an old man.

There are many voices of debate among the surrounding ministers, but most of them are nothing more than finances and national construction.

As the king, Terenus has been worrying a lot lately...

On the one hand, the aftermath of the Orc War a year ago has been plaguing the whole of Lordaeron, the country is in ruins, and the finances continue to be tight, a large number of victims are waiting for help, and a large number of ruins are in urgent need of reconstruction, all of which require money, and a large amount of spending has shaken the foundation of the empire.

Just look at the sad face of Chancellor of the Exchequer, Emir, to see how serious Lordaeron's funding problems have been lately.

Although the heavy taxes collected in the country can alleviate some of the financial pressure, they are not a long-term solution, and the people have complained that these voices from the bottom are too much for Terenus to ignore.

Secondly, another thing also deeply troubled the old king ...

According to the report of the guards from the Dunhold Shelter, while patrolling around the hills of Hillsbrad, they found suspected orc footprints, and from the clues, the number of enemies may not be large, but in order to prevent trouble, the prison guard Blackmore sent someone to report it to Terenus.

The old king, tormented by state affairs, was exhausted.

Faced with pressure from all sides, Terenus was so troubled that he did not have the patience to listen to the discussions of the ministers around him.

Just as Terenus was distracted and tapped on the armrest of the throne, an episode caught his attention.

It was a black raven that flew in from the canopy outside the palace, circled the spacious hall a few times, and landed on the stone floor with the coat of arms of Lordaeron.

"Huh!?"

This curious sight attracted the old king, and he sat up straight, his eyes turning from chaos to clarity.

The surrounding ambassadors were still chattering, but the old king had no intention of listening to the government at this time.

"I'm not going to build a quarantine zone without any evidence, Mr. Ambassador! Although the people of Lordaeron are not prisoners, they have suffered enough in just a few years. ”

With a wave of his hand, he stopped one of them from rambling and instead studied the strange creatures that had fallen into the hall.

But when he narrowed his eyes and stared intently at the raven that had landed in the middle of the hall for some unknown reason, a strange scene happened!

I saw that the black raven's whole body suddenly burst out with a burst of green light, and this dazzling green light was stronger than the sunlight shining into the hall, so that everyone present unconsciously covered their eyes with their hands.

During this time, no one knew exactly what was going on

And as time passes, the green rays gradually disperse, and at this time, where are the black ravens?

Appearing in front of everyone's eyes was an old man with a wooden scepter and a cloak sewn together from crow feathers.

"In fact, however, they are no different from prisoners, my majesty. ”

The old man, who was hidden under the black cloak, bowed slightly, and his voice was soothing but not rude.

"What do you mean by that, and who are you?"

Looking at the mysterious man in front of him who was skilled in witchcraft, Terenus's tone stiffened.

The old king's face was a little unpleasant, and the dry wrinkles on his face were twisted together with a slight anger.

No one in this land dared to speak to him like this, not even a magician from Dalaran who dared to be so rude and disrespectful to the royal power.

However, the black-robed old man didn't have time to pay attention to Terenus's expression, or even to the old king's every move, but turned around the hall on his own.

The black cloak completely obscured his face, revealing only a short gray beard, but the old man's tone was very solemn, and his left hand with leather gloves kept gesturing.

"Your time is running out, humanity is in danger, the tide of darkness from the north has once again descended on this continent, everything is on the brink of war, you must seize the remaining time!!"

As soon as the words seemed to be prophetic, there was an uproar all around!!

Knowing the sound of Suosuo's discussions, the sound of discussion is endless.

None of the princes and ministers present recognized this guy, so all kinds of speculations lingered in everyone's hearts.

Is Dalaran a magician?

Or the elves of Quel'Thalas?

"That's enough!Guards, get this foolish madman out!!"

A minister standing on the side of the main hall waved his hand and spoke fiercely, and in his opinion, this pedantic and mysterious old man was not much different from those open-mouthed magic sticks on the street.

Two guards on duty at the entrance of the main hall stepped forward and pressed the shoulders of the mysterious old man one on the left and one on the right, making a gesture to drive him out.

But the old man struggled and twisted his body as he stated: "Listen to me, the only hope to avoid disaster is for your people to migrate to the far west, to the forgotten continent of Kalimdor, and only then can you escape the gaze of the devil." ”

"To the West? Are you crazy?"

"Get this guy out of here!!"

"He must be a spy sent by Stormgard!"

There was another round of discussion in the hall, and the harassing Terenus had a splitting headache.

"Don't say it!!" roared the old king, waving his hand.

The power of Terenus remained, and anyone could see that he was really angry, and the boiling hall suddenly fell silent.

Then, Tyrenus stood up from his throne tremblingly, pointed at the mysterious old man in the middle of the hall with his thin hand, and said in a low voice: "I don't know who you are, and I don't know what you believe, but now is not the time to walk around some prophecy, our land is plagued by war, and it is up to us to decide how to protect those poor people, not you!"

"Now, me off!!"

Terenus waved his hand angrily, interrupting the mysterious old man's words.

"Hey..."

Seeing that the high-level ruler of Lordaeron was stubborn, the mysterious old man sighed silently: "The plague in the north has gradually penetrated this continent, the shadow of death is coming, I don't have enough time to argue with you, if you can't solve this problem, then I will naturally go to find someone else." ”

He's done his best...

In the recent message of the Omen Crystal, his mad apprentice, obsessed with the pursuit of dark magic, has taken root with demons, and the cold continent of the north has been completely reduced to a lair of dark creatures.

When night came, a black figure would appear in his dreams, holding a magic sword and wearing a black cloak, laughing wildly and screaming with a cold and terrifying sound, as if it wanted to pierce a person's heart.

He didn't know when or in what form the prophesied demon would appear on the continent, but as the guardian of Azeroth, he would never allow that to happen.

Politely bowing slightly, the mysterious old man no longer ignored the strange eyes around him, and slowly withdrew from the main hall...

I've warned them...

The old man's back was gradually engulfed by a blinding light.

Right now...

Their fate can only be in their own hands ...

(End of chapter)