Where am I?

Is it a dream again?

The blue and white world in Xue Huan's eyes began to blur, he seemed to be still himself, but he seemed to be completely unable to control his thoughts and actions.

Around him was still the frozen throne that was wanton with cold air, and there was a person kneeling in front of him, a woman, who had her head bowed and couldn't see her face clearly.

"That's the plan, you have to bring him to me before they find him, no matter what method you use!"

Who's talking?

The voice was ethereal, empty and psychedelic, but unusually familiar.

It's Nao Zu!

Xue Huan suddenly realized that this voice was the voice of Nao Aozu, and it was him who opened his mouth to speak.

Has he and Nao Zu become one?

If this is the case, then what he sees now should be the memory of Nao Zu himself.

Through the scene in front of him, Xue Huan was stunned to find that in the picture formed by magic, his figure appeared, and it was indeed what he had guessed.

"He is the one who was chosen by the legion, he has more powerful mental power than that little prince of Lordaeron, and if I can occupy his body, my power will be even stronger at that time!"

Xue Huan heard "himself" say this.

Lordaeron's Little Prince?

It turned out that the person chosen by Naozu at the beginning was Arthas, and after crossing over, he became Naozu's "new prey".

It was only then that Xue Huan understood what the bronze dragon Nozdorm had said.

"There are stupid people who try to change history, but you are different, you don't know this history at all, so you have slowly become a part of this history without even you noticing it. ”

"This is a new history, it has not been forcibly reversed according to anyone's wishes, no one knows its origin, its end, everything, according to the natural process, to become a new parallel time and space. ”

I see!

Xue Huan suddenly realized!

The reason why Nozdorm didn't force himself to stop him is because this important part of history has not changed at all.

It's just that the protagonist of this history was originally Arthas, and he, instead of Arthas, became the target of Naozu, became the new Lich King, and at the same time, finally became... Part of this history!

As Nozdorm said, this is a new parallel time and space, the disaster of the Eastern Kingdoms is still happening as in history, and Neozu still finds a host, but the identity of the second Lich King has become Xue Huan, not Arthas.

Xue Huan only felt that he was slowly clearing the clouds and getting closer to the truth.

"Understood, master!"

A beautiful and charming female voice came, and when the woman kneeling at the bottom of the steps slowly raised her head, Xue Huan sneered in her heart.

Sure enough, it was her!

The succubus Dais, the guide who tempted him to Northrend, the stupid woman who tried to manipulate his fate, died by his own sword.

As soon as the picture turned, Daisy's face, which was supposed to be beautiful and moving, but Xue Huan's disgusting face gradually distorted, and was replaced by a vast, dark forest.

There were fires all around, crowds of people, and the sound of screams and killings was endless, and it was clear that this place had just experienced a big battle.

Just as Xue Huan was wondering, an old orc with a hunched body, dressed in a strange robe, and his eyes glowing with green gloom appeared in front of him.

Gul'dan.

Xue Huan was deeply impressed by this insidious and cunning orc.

When he and Arthas went south to the South China Sea Town to stop the orc army, they met Gul'dan and his orc troops, and it was he who cooperated with Fording to kill this guy with a lot of strength, and he was exposed because of this, and he had to confide in Arthas.

But why, Gul'dan is here?

Wait a minute!

This forest, it seems...

Xue Huan suddenly realized that he seemed to be familiar with this forest, but before he could recall it, the next second, the familiar figure made Xue Huan fall into shock again.

Gray T-shirt, ripped jeans, blue and white sneakers, Xue Huan's eyes widened as he watched the man lying in a pool of blood.

That's not... Himself?

Memories flooded back, and Xue Huan remembered that he had just crossed over to this continent and was chased by an orc warrior, and in desperation, he was finally pierced through the chest by the orc's blade.

When he woke up, he found himself in Stratholme, and he had no memory of what had happened during that time.

Just as Xue Huan was puzzled, he saw Guldan's mouth hidden under the cloak grinning, pulling out an extremely ugly smile, and then, the orc warlock took out a fist-sized ... Heart?

At least in Xue Huan's opinion, this ugly thing, exuding green light, and fluttering and jumping, looks like a human heart.

And the fact is just as Xue Huan thought, after casting a spell like "doing surgery", Xue Huan watched Guldan transplant the "heart" into his body, and this should be the source of the demon heart he had at the beginning.

After the spell was cast, Gul'dan opened the portal while chanting a spell in his mouth, and the other end of the portal appeared with the familiar one... Stratholme.

After teleporting the injured man away, another flash of light flashed, and another "self" appeared in the magic screen summoned by Gul'dan.

It's a strange feeling, like two of them, interacting in different planes.

"I've transplanted that thing to that kid, that human, weak as a chicken, I don't know what his use is. Gul'dan grumbled to himself in the magic picture.

"This is the master's will, don't talk too much!" Xue Huan heard "himself" say this.

Gul'dan pursed his lips, showing disdain, and then, as if convinced that he would not dare to do anything to him in the magic picture, said a little defiantly: "My esteemed teacher, I didn't expect you to call them 'master' one day. ”

"Hmph! Guldan, I'm not like you!"

After saying this, the scene in front of Xue Huan's eyes began to distort again, and a few seconds later, a new picture appeared in front of him.

In the darkness of the chamber, he heard himself say to the man who was prostrate in front of him, "Your soul will be hidden in that demonic heart, waiting for an opportunity, and you will bring him to me before the Legion has fully awakened him." ”

"You have to gradually gain his trust, as his leader, his wise man, help him get closer to me step by step, and remember your mission, Kel'thugad!"

"Yes, great Lich King. ”

In the shadows, Xue Huan heard Kel'thugad's broken bones and jaw click.

The dream began to change again, but unlike before, this time there was no new picture, and Xue Huan felt as if he was in a blue and white mist, and everything was full of psychedelia!

At this moment, a distant voice suddenly sounded, as if from the end of the dream: "Now, you see what I once knew, saw, and done. ”

"Now, there is no more Xue Huan, there is no Nao Aozu, we are one, we are the Lich King!"

Out of the blue and white mist, a solid orc suddenly appeared, with fangs on his face, red totemic marks on his face, a staff on his club, and a skull-shaped ornament on his burly chest.

Xue Huan looked at the orc in front of him with an indifferent expression, oh no, to be exact... Naozu.

"The army of death under our command is a glorious and great existence. ”

Nao Zu's tone became more and more excited, and even his body gradually approached Xue Huan, and he stretched out his hand towards the latter, as if to extend an invitation: "With everything I know, we can..."

The deep and seductive voice came to an abrupt end, and Nao Zu looked down at the long sword that had pierced through his chest, his face full of incredulity.

"Nope. ”

Xue Huan approached Nao Aozu and attached himself to the latter's ear, his posture extremely ambiguous.

His face was expressionless, and his voice was cold and firm: "It's not us, it's me, it's just me! Now, these powers belong to me, and I am the real Lich King!"

"Ahh

Nao Zu roared in pain, and his face turned into white points of light in Xue Huan's dream, and finally dispersed into the air and disappeared.

He did not hesitate to choose to kill Nao Zu and enjoy this supreme glory and power alone.

It wasn't until this moment that Xue Huan realized what he had abandoned, but he couldn't turn back, could he?

The wheel of fortune has quietly turned...

He looked at the frost sorrow that drank blood in his hands—this was the true end of this journey, an end that belonged only to him!

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