Some people say that she died in the radiation fog of Gnomeregan, others say that she was infected by radiation and turned into a leper dwarf, becoming one of the rebels, but those dwarfs who were rescued by Ella
, they always held out hope. They believed that Major Ella was just tired. She just left quietly without disturbing anyone. In some corner of this continent, their hero might be helping other people.
In short, the pain will always fade over time. With the help of the dwarves, the surviving gnomes struggled to restart their lives on the cold surface of Khaz Modan, planning to retake their city, and some gnomes
Unwilling to face the tragedy of destroying their country and destroying their family, they left Khaz Modan and headed to other Alliance countries.
The arrival of these little men has injected new vitality into the Arathor Empire that is about to be rebuilt. A group that is born out of the Alliance, but is higher than the Alliance is about to be rebuilt on this land full of disasters. That seems to mean that a
The arrival of a new era.
"My sister, please forgive me for not being able to say goodbye to you in person. As I said, my mission as a living person has ended. I want to go on a long journey to face the most painful memories in my heart, face it, and
Solve it. Don't worry about me, live your life, maybe... maybe we will meet again one day."
With the brief letter left by her sister, the sad high-ranking mage Julie Magic Thread also left Khaz Modan, without even seeing the statue erected by the dwarves for her sister at the entrance to Gnomeregan.
She vaguely guessed what her sister was going to do. Before setting off to find her sister, she urgently needed more information about the undead and the world of Draenor.
Moreover, in Dalaran, there was an inquiry meeting regarding the unexpected disappearance of Archmage Milhouse Manastorm during the Gnomeregan disaster, and her participation was required.
In short, although the disaster has passed, the mark it left on everyone is far from dissipating.
The loss of Gnomeregan only represents the beginning of the troggs' rampage throughout Khaz Modan... These monsters, which have the same origin as the dwarves, will become the dwarves in the future.
The most troublesome trouble will attract most of their attention, stretch their military strength, and make them drift further and further away from their human allies.
The spread of lycanthropy in the Kingdom of Gilneas has also become the biggest headache for the king and ministers. The entire country will become jittery after nightfall. Even the capital area has traces of werewolves; in the Kingdom of Alterac
, a group of thieves called the Syndicate ushered in a wave of purges. The arrogant and incompetent noble leaders were executed by their rebellious subordinates, eliminating the cowardice in the system. This gray organization is growing rapidly in the disordered area.
The seemingly peaceful Kingdom of Storm is also brewing a storm. The Stonemasons Brotherhood has been owed wages for five months, and the nobles responsible for communicating with the workers have become more arrogant and impatient. In the Cathedral of the Holy Light,
Within the sacred hall, the power struggle between Archbishop Benedictus and Privy Councilor Chaldea Morgan also intensified.
Divide, weaken, cannibalize... This strange circle with some dark intentions has appeared in Gilneas, Alterac, Khaz Modan and the Kingdom of Stormwind. As we said, before any disaster comes, there are its
There are weak signs, and the time has come to test the leaders' vision... If they cannot stop these bad flames in time, then the raging wildfire will soon burn them and their country.
Under history, there is always an invisible black hand controlling everything. The moment the black hand is no longer content to hide behind the scenes, it means that the real era of catastrophe is about to begin.
We will wait, watchers, and we will wait as patiently as ever...
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Ayla's journey back to Draenor is long. Four years after the end of the Orc War, the warlocks and spellcasters who manipulate the power of darkness are still banned by most countries in the Alliance. Except in Dalaran, they can be found in the sewers.
In addition to studying in the sewers, in other countries, once discovered, warlocks will be executed as witches or wizards.
In the underground city of Gnomeregan, Lord Kurtaz was not threatening Ella. In fact, he really had that power.
So Ella had to carefully hide her identity. It took nearly half a month to reach the Cursed Land. The high-level knights who were looking for the remaining tombs from the Orc War on the edge of the Cursed Land discovered that
After she revealed her identity, in the middle of the night with lightning and thunder, the Dark Door briefly opened, sending her into the outside world.
Due to Ella's special status, she was "escorted" by four high-level knights, starting from the dead Hellfire Peninsula and finally arriving over the Shadow Moon Sea, which had turned into a beautiful turquoise bay.
That's where the Black Temple is.
"Da, da, da"
Ella's light footsteps sounded in the passage of the Dark Temple. Accompanying her to the rooftop palace was the new Dark Temple steward, Lord Lorwin. This young nobleman who was born in Elwyn Forest has completely entered
In order to play his role, he wore a simple black tuxedo, his ghost hair was meticulously combed, and he wore white gloves on his hands, looking elegant.
"I heard that you were the steward of this magnificent palace before I arrived."
Lord Lorwen whispered to Ella:
"So you can be considered my senior."
"Yes, when I was here, this palace was not floating in the air. It was grander and broader than it is now. It is located at the end of Shadowmoon Valley, like a sleeping giant that rules the earth."
Ella's eyes swept across the newly decorated temple stairs, and there was a hint of nostalgia in her voice:
"I've been here for 3 years. It's like my home. It's strange, right? A living person has adapted to this kind of quietness that penetrates into the soul. When I return to the world of the living again, in every
When I dream back at midnight, I will feel that this is my home."
"Of course, who wouldn't?"
Lord Lorven smiled: "Although I have only lived here for 6 months, I still regard this place as my home... His Majesty Tyrion values you very much, Ms. Ella, even in dormancy.
After hearing the news of your arrival, he still arranged this meeting. This is a little personal curiosity of mine. How did a living person occupy such an important position in the Dark Blade Knights? Are you willing to answer me?
Are you curious?"
The ghost butler's question made Ella silent for a moment. When she stepped onto the last step of the rooftop, she whispered:
"I'm not important, Mr. Butler. The reason why Tyrion values me so much is just because... I am a traitor. I betrayed him. I am the first person to betray this system since the establishment of the Dark Blade Knights.
Traitor, nothing more."
This answer made Lord Lorven's eyes widen. In front of his eyes, Ella adjusted her hood and stepped onto the rooftop. She looked back at the ghost butler and said softly:
"Now, I'm here to atone for my sins."
The dwarf walked into the rooftop with dark stone pillars. To her surprise, there was another living person here, a little Draenei girl in a skirt. She was waving a small shovel and condensing on Tyrion.
The edges of the throne covered with thick ice were repaired with irregular ice spikes, and judging from the flames surrounding the shovel, this little girl was not an ordinary person.
Judging from the ice cubes scattered beside the throne, it is obvious that she has been doing this "work" for a long time.
"Yeah, it's done!"
A few minutes later, Dornan stood up and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She took a step back, put her hands on her hips, and looked at her results with satisfaction. Around the throne where her father was sleeping, the ice spikes that affected the overall appearance had been removed.
She rubbed it off with her own hands.
"It looks much better this way, Dad, and it will make you feel much more comfortable when you sit... You're welcome, this is what I should do."
The little girl smiled proudly. She put away her small shovel, clumsily climbed onto the cold throne, and then leaned into Tyrion's arms on both sides of the armrest, like a child being held by her father.
Like girls.
"Dad, when will you wake up? I want you and mom to take me to Nagrand...Mr. Luolwen is the most annoying. I hate him and the aristocratic etiquette he teaches..."
She muttered a few words, then shook her head, changed to a more comfortable position, and actually fell asleep so deeply. From the beginning to the end, the little girl did not notice Ella hiding behind the stone pillar.
"After you left, the world has changed a lot... Ella, I thought I would never see my "loyal" housekeeper again."
Tyrion's low and hollow voice suddenly sounded in Ella's heart, causing the dwarf to raise her head suddenly. She saw the Dark Blade King sitting on the black steel throne, his whole body and the throne were frozen. He seemed
He did not wake up, but Ella knew that this king had never really fallen asleep.
Ella took a deep breath, walked out from behind the pillar, knelt on one knee in front of Tyrion, and whispered:
"I'm back, Your Majesty, I..."
"Call me Tyrion... As the first batch of old members to join the Dark Blade, you have the qualifications."
Tyrion interrupted Ayla, his hollow voice rolling in the dwarf's heart:
"I feel it, Ella, your body is full of dark magic. You have become a warlock. It seems that you were not idle during your free time in the Dark Temple. You were absorbing knowledge and power, and making
It's good that they are used by you. I really saw you right. So, how is your life in the world of the living? And why do you want to come back?"
Ella was silent for a few seconds, then lowered her head and said softly:
"I left Dark Blade because I felt that I was a living person. In the choice between life and death, I should stand on the side of life, but I was wrong, Your Majesty."
"When I returned to the world of the living, I was already incompatible with it. It was full of meaningless noise. Everyone said they should live a good life, but in fact they were wasting their lives every day.
People are quarreling over trivial things, never thinking about dedicating their efforts to a greater cause, squandering their talents, and a little scrap is enough to make them feel... happy."
"Leaders are cowardly and incompetent. Even in the face of disasters, they do not have enough power to protect those who follow them. The society that once represented civilization in my eyes was put together in a chaotic and senseless way. Any slight setback will
It’s enough to make that chaotic system collapse in an instant, and what’s even more unbearable is that they are satisfied with everything they have created and are unwilling to move forward!”
Ella took a deep breath, raised her head and looked at the Dark Blade King in front of her:
"As you said, I see the weaknesses that life cannot cover up. They are ignorant, stubborn, cowardly, and untimely arrogant, but they also beat hearts full of fear. They are not brave enough, united enough, they have no direction, and they are blind.
...I tried to convince myself to reintegrate with them, but I couldn't...I was out of tune with the world of the living."
"So, you made a choice?"
Tyrion's voice became softer:
"You chose us again?"
"I dare not expect to rejoin the Dark Blade. I am here with the firmest determination. I only hope that my betrayal can be forgiven once. For this, I am willing... I am willing to give up my life completely and truly become you.
followers..."
Ella's voice sounded very sincere, but after a moment, Tyrion rejected the request:
"You are lying, Ella... You are trying to hide it from me, but your high-sounding words cannot change your true purpose of coming here. Are your accusations about life just to please me? You cunning dwarf... You
You’re here for Lumi, right?”
Ella's body trembled, but in the end, she nodded silently.
"I hurt her feelings. I betrayed our friendship. You're right. I did come here for her."
"Then, I don't have the power to decide whether to forgive you. Go to Lumi. She has the final decision. If she decides to re-accept you, then I won't have any objection."
Tyrion's voice deepened little by little, and Ella nodded silently. She stood up, turned around and left the platform. The moment she entered the shadows, Tyrion's voice once sounded in her heart.
.
"Welcome home, Ella."
The dwarf's footsteps stopped, and her body trembled. Although maybe it was just a polite word, Tyrion's words made her feel a strange warmth. She hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and quickly
Walked down the rooftop.
Shrouded in shadows and on the cold throne, the Dark Blade King is still sleeping, as indifferent as ever, but in his arms, there is a little girl sleeping soundly.
