If a prophet had the courage to betray his organization, he would have foresaw the crisis. But no matter what, the prophet Voretal, who had betrayed once, was sent on a dangerous road by Naru.

Since returning to Azeroth, every night, the dream will torture him. In the dream, he felt that there was an existence that was always watching him. That existence was not Naru, but another great existence that could not be foreseeed by him. Whenever he tried his best to see that existence clearly, he would fall into an abyss that would fall forever, and the awake dream would remain until he naturally woke up.

"Mr. Worethal, do you want to take a few days off? We will arrive in Nanhai Town immediately and can also take the opportunity to obtain information."

Through Naru's directional teleportation, they were sent to the vicinity of Minaishir Port, and then boarded a ship. Vorethal picked up the curtain on his right hand and looked at the scenery outside the cabin. The floating clouds in the sky were wavy, which was a sign of return, but his dream gave him a bad omen.

"It's good to have a rest. The great Naru prophetic character can save the world before destruction. She must not be an unknown person. The girl is in a plague land, and her name should be passed on to Nanhai Town."

"If this happens, I will prepare some silver coins and clothes."

"Go."

"yes"

After the troops closed the door of the room, Vorethal knelt on the ground, held his hands in front of his chest, faced the window, and prayed to the Holy Light.

"Holy Light, please do not abandon your children. Please give your children hope in the deep dark future, break through the fog of the future, and show the most correct path."

He prayed tremblingly, and the holy light responded to him, and a small beam of light shone out of thin air on top of his head. The endless white suddenly filled his vision, and many fantastic lines were inconsistent in the holy light, forming a picture that predicted the future according to the needs of the spellcaster. But this time I, Retar, failed, and the holy light did not give him any predictors.

‘Failed again. Although the Holy Light did not abandon me, it made me even more worried. The future was disrupted and even the Holy Light could not be seen. I, Rettal, was worried and didn’t know how to act to avoid the trap.

The ship did not sail for long, and arrived at Nanhai Town at dusk. After waiting for three hours, it was pulled into the boat by the dock workers. The group got off the boat and was immediately attracted by the bustling town.

"Travelers, please come to my hotel, which offers the best fish and cheese, as well as beer from the Wildhammer Dwarf. Goblin Old Shop, the old goblins."

"Don't listen to this goblin. Its shops sell expired food and horse urine mixed with water. Come to my hotel and enjoy the food and wine, and women perform and dance."

At the dock, I saw sailors and passengers disembarking. The hotel staff shouted and started to pick up passengers.

Voletar and his group ignored the merchants and walked out of the dock.

“It’s more prosperous than when we left.”

"The Scourge did not rage to the town of Nanhai, and the front lines of the tribes and alliances were stable. As Lordaeron's largest logistics port, it restored its due prosperity."

The words of his subordinates reached Volethal's ears, and he just heard nothing. At this time, he was wearing a white-washed linen robe, holding a holy book, disguised as a priest who was practicing.

"I know a reliable hotel, let's go there," said a subordinate. The others did not object, and followed him to the northeast of the town. When they were almost out of the periphery, the subordinate who had spoken before pointed to a small wooden door and said, "It's here, the thief union (Ravenhoud) and the syndicate bandits, tribal spies, and alliance spies were all drinking here. We should be able to find out the information we need."

Although the blood elves joined the tribe, Lordaeron's alliance city was still very tolerant of the elves. They walked in one by one, walked through the narrow aisle, and came to a spacious hall. The group of four found a table to sit down and ordered cheese, apple pie, and four glasses of wine, and then enjoyed dinner.

At this moment, the sound of the santry zither sounded, and the bard sitting on the inn stage plucked his xylophone a few times.

“People call this light silver.

One is the prince's mentor, holding the hammer of justice;

One is a great crusader, but his mind is taken away by the demon;

One is a dwarf, who has been forgotten in troubled times;

One is a noble man, but abandoned by the Holy Light;

One is the Ashes Messenger, who fights the dead until the end.

Silver is extinguished, where is the new hope? Where is it?

Elf girl, why do you have to pity the world? The animal companion is a bear.

Elf girl, why do you have to pity the world and make the messenger of ashes appear again?

The brave men from all directions head to Bingfenggang and are willing to fight for you, and are no longer a lonely horse.

The brave men from all directions head to Bingfenggang and are willing to fight for you, and are no longer a lonely horseman.”

......

The minstrel's singing was singing one by one. Volethal knew where the girl he was looking for, and silently prayed in his heart that the Holy Light could protect him and the girl. After three days of rest, they spent several days heading north along the Rage River and met the girl in Naru's prophecy in Bingfenggang.

"Your wound is not deep, but you almost cut the muscles. You have to recover for a month. Let's lift your legs and I'll wrap them up for you." The girl said to a wounded soldier, patiently applying the medicine to the wound on the calf, and then wrapping it around with a bandage: "Thank you for helping me."

After the girl handled it, she went to another wounded soldier and took off the gauze from her head.

"Uncle Tienian, you're smoking secretly again." The girl said blamingly: "The wound will not grow well."

"Sorry, I just can't help it." The injured man was a dwarf, and his head was injured because he was short.

After changing the dressings to the dwarf, there were no wounded people who needed to be dealt with. After all, it was just a small camp of more than 30 people, and only seven or eight injured in total.

After the girl finished all this, she still had her own homework. She came to the lakeside, half-kneeled down, inserted the Ashes Messenger into the soil in front of her, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, leaned her forehead on the back of her hand, and prayed one by one. She prayed for the people who had been killed by the fallen Ashes Messenger, and for the soul trapped in the sword.

"May peace and peace accompany you all the time, and the world after death will be without pain. Forgetting is a virtue. Instead of putting a pair of knife and fork for old people every day and unable to extricate their grief, it is better to forget time and choose to forgive yourself, forgive others, and forgive the world."

The girl said every word seriously, and a peaceful and quiet breath emanated from her body, and the nearby lake water seemed to be dyed with a layer of moonlight gauze. At this time, a soul flew out of the sword, hovered in the sky for several times, fell to the water, smiled at the girl who was praying, and slowly disappeared.

Voletar recognized the face of this girl. She was the third sister of the Wind Walker family, but her temperament was much younger. At first glance, she felt like a girl elf who had just grown up.

'What kind of experience made you so young.'
Chapter completed!