A sudden scream broke the silence of the mage tower late at night. In the mischievous moonlight shining into the shadow of the window, Archmage Jaina sat breathlessly on her bed, her beautiful blond hair hanging on her shoulders, and in the beautiful
On his face, his blue eyes were as clear as water, but there was a hint of fear left by a nightmare.
In that dream that was so real that people couldn't tell reality from fantasy, Gianna saw her father, the father she respected and loved, sinking alone in the cold sea. She saw the crashing ship behind her father.
On the broken deck and those strange figures, she saw the attachment in her father's eyes. She saw her father reaching out to touch her.
But the next moment, endless darkness surged in from all directions, like tentacles of darkness, dragging her father into the deep sea.
She watched this scene and wanted to reach out to save her father, but found that...behind her, there was also pitch black and ruthless darkness. Until the pair of ice blue eyes lit up in the darkness, Jaina's
Her heart was filled with fear, and the next moment, she woke up from a nightmare.
This has been the same nightmare that she has had for five consecutive days. For the mage, such dreams appear again and again, which undoubtedly indicates some kind of dark future, but Jaina refuses to accept that future.
She repeatedly persuaded herself that this was just a hallucination caused by worrying too much about her father, but every night after struggling to fall asleep, what came into her mind was still the cruel and cold dream.
She looked around blankly. This was her mage tower. Like other mage towers in Dalaran, under the brand-new shell, there was ancient inheritance hidden. Jaina got up from the bed. She was wearing pajamas.
I walked to the window and looked out at the quiet night. The lights shining all over the streets of Dalaran lit up the city, like bright lights in the dark night.
"I want to go back to Kul Tiras!"
This thought suddenly appeared in Jaina's mind, and then she couldn't get rid of it. She took a deep breath, slowly pushed into the shadow behind her, and a faint sound came. After a while, she changed into purple and
Wearing white intertwined mage robes, Jaina draped a cloak around her shoulders.
Because of the accident some time ago, she is still grounded by her mentor, but for a magic genius, it is not difficult to leave Dalaran without disturbing anyone, especially when the entire Northern Xinjiang has been under the influence of the undead recently.
At a time of panic under the threat, even Dalaran was affected.
But just before Jaina left the room, her eyes were suddenly attracted by a letter placed in the center of the table.
The Archmage of the Proudmoore family was certain that there was no such letter there before she fell asleep... A feeling of being spied on immediately came to Jaina's heart, and she reached out vigilantly to release a detection spell.
, and at the same time added a thick layer of ice armor to himself.
But after a moment, the light of the detection magic dimmed, and the feedback information told her that she was the only one in the room.
Jaina stepped forward, opened the letter with her magic hand, and unfolded it. It was a special piece of paper with some weird fragrance floating on it, and on that paper, there was only a simple sentence.
"Daelin is dead, but he left you a gift...the secret is on the shores of Lake Lordamre."
"Pa"
The letter was torn to pieces in Jaina's angry eyes. She didn't believe it at all, and she didn't want to believe that her powerful father would die quietly. For a hero like him, even death would be a disaster.
A battle that makes the whole world tremble.
"Lake Lordamere..."
Jaina gritted her teeth, put the cloak over her head, and left the mage tower quietly. She wanted to go there to see who was pretending to be a ghost, but Jaina was not stupid. Before leaving Dalaran,
She put a magic letter into the mailbox on the roadside. Soon, the letter would be delivered to her senior brother, the powerful archmage Kel'Thuzad. Once something went wrong, her cat-loving man would
Her senior brother will come to save her as soon as possible.
Although the relationship between the two was somewhat unpleasant, Jaina believed that her senior brother, who was indifferent to everything, still had a trace of self-persistence and kindness in his heart.
However, the innocent Jaina didn't know who she was going to face this time...
Lake Lordamre is the largest freshwater lake in the entire Tirisfal Glades and one of the lakes with the largest water content in the entire northern Xinjiang. From the sky, it looks like a gem dotting the dark Tirisfal Glades.
Shining brightly in the light of the moonlit night.
At midnight, the surface of this lake is as calm as a mirror. The moonlight reflects back, making the surrounding environment quiet, making people unable to bear to break this tranquility.
Jaina walked out of the jungle wearing a cloak, with powerful magic lingering around her body. As a true genius who passed the examination of the Archmage of Dalaran at the age of 17, Jaina has enough ability to protect herself. Her future is bound to be uncertain.
Limited... The premise is that she still has a future.
"You're here..."
Standing by the lake, with his back to the vigilant Archmage, was a tall figure wearing a black cloak. He had gray-white hair. This figure made Jaina feel familiar. She seemed to have seen him before.
"Who are you?"
Jaina held the ice staff in both hands and asked in a low voice:
"Why are you talking about my father...Anyway, it's a boring rumor! What on earth do you want to do?"
"Well, I haven't seen you for several years, and your temper is getting worse and worse, Miss Gianna."
Tyrion slowly turned around and looked at Jaina behind him. When Jaina saw this face, she also remembered what she had experienced in Stromgarde a few years ago. There was a trace of embarrassment in her eyes, but it was very difficult.
Soon it will become cold again:
"Tyrion, Dawnblade! How dare you step here alone?"
A trace of fear flashed in Jaina's eyes. She suppressed her inner uneasiness and asked loudly:
"Didn't you bring your wife with you this time? Or are you ready to be destroyed here?"
"Well...saying these words will not give you confidence and strength, little girl."
Tyrion didn't care about Jaina's attitude. He looked at the daughter of the sea in front of him. Her blue eyes and the light shining in them were almost exactly the same as Dailin's.
"I am the King of the Dark Blade, Jaina. I can go wherever I want... Your emperor and his army cannot stop me. Of course, I am not here to plan some cruel killings and
conspiracy."
Tyrion stretched out his hand, and under his black gloves, a silver anchor pendant swayed in the air:
"I just came to say goodbye to his favorite daughter on behalf of my friend, that's all."
"Shua"
Tyrion let go of his hand, and the silver pendant was slowly brought to Jaina who was standing there in the cold wind. The archmage's eyes were filled with tears, and her body was trembling slightly.
He knew very well the significance of this necklace, passed down from generation to generation by the Proudmoore family, to his father, and it was impossible for him to give it to Tyrion... that is to say... he really...
"No"
Jaina let out a painful cry. She knelt down on the ground weakly, clutching the silver pendant with both hands. Under the extreme emotion, she had lost the calmness and decisiveness that a mage should have.
Like an ordinary 18-year-old girl, venting her pain in tears.
"You're confused, kid."
Tyrion strolled up to Jaina. He knelt down and looked at the daughter of the sea who had removed all her defenses. He reached out his hand and stroked her long golden hair. He whispered:
"Dai Lin definitely doesn't want to see you like you are now... The son of the sea has met his destiny, and can the daughter of the sea take on the heavy mission he left behind? Tell me, Jaina, can you make it happen?
Is your father proud?"
"Did you kill him?"
Gianna lowered her head, put her hands on her chest, and hugged the pendant tightly. There was a trace of unforgettable hatred in her crying voice. That extreme emotion gave her new strength, like clearing away the fog.
With her hands, she saw her future.
Faced with this problem, Tyrion didn't hide much.
"Yes, I took his life and gave him a new one..."
"Bang"
Tyrion's voice was interrupted by a sudden burst of terrifying frost. Beside the two of them, the silence of Lake Lordamre was completely broken. The magical elements seeping into the water droplets were completely awakened by the roar of an angry soul.
, those ice-like substances burst out from the unknown space, covering Tyrion in front of him layer by layer.
Just like a cold and dead ice coffin.
In front of his eyes, Jaina slowly stood up, and the fine ice wrapped around her robe in a symbiotic manner. On her skin and on her hair, those crystal spikes covered her body.
Jaina's body was engulfed, and her eyes became as bright as ice. The daughter of the sea's terrifying frost magic talent was completely unblocked by eternal pain at this moment.
Her face was slowly covered by ice. Under the terrifying low temperature emanating from her whole body, her golden hair also floated, and the golden luster was gradually transformed into the ice that should be expected.
pale.
According to the original historical trajectory, it would be decades before Jaina would awaken her innermost power in the pain of the destruction of Theramore, the port city she founded. But now, for a soul who is not deeply involved in the world,
It is said that his father's death became the final key to unlocking this forbidden power.
But it's a pity... With Jaina's current control over magic, she still can't control this terrible power.
In other words, the daughter of the sea, immersed in the will of revenge, has no intention of controlling...
The terrifying frost wave took the place where Jaina was standing as the center of the circle and spread crazily in all directions. The dense forests, the lakes, and the earth were all completely covered in this bone-chilling outbreak. This terrifying magic wave
In an instant, it attracted the attention of the archmages of Dalaran, and the city of Lordaeron outside the lake was also awakened by the cold wind howling in the middle of the night.
"You took my father's life..."
Jaina raised her head. In her hand, the silver anchor pendant shone brightly. With the blessing of this family secret treasure, the power of the daughter of the sea was once again enhanced. She stretched out her hand like the Frost Queen, with all five fingers
Completely covered by bone-chilling frost, the face mixed with ice shards looked more and more lifeless, and her lifeless eyes stared at the frozen Tyrion in front of her. She said softly:
"I'm going to take yours too..."
"Wow"
The heavy staff was wrapped in arcane magic, and it hit the ice sealing Tyrion like a sharp blade. But the moment the staff hit it, a black-gloved hand broke through the ice.
Block, firmly grasped the staff, and the ice wrapped around Tyrion shattered at this moment. He looked at Jaina in front of him, who was reversely controlled by excessive magic, and he shook his head sadly.
"Children should not play with adults' toys... This is not the power you should control now. It is too dangerous for you."
"Bang"
With a soft sound, the Dark Blade King's fingers crushed the ice around Jaina's neck. With the influx of weak but sharp necromantic energy, the circulation of ice blood that was surging crazily in Jaina's body was blocked.
Forcibly interrupted, the spread of the terrifying frost wave stopped at this moment. Jaina, who was already exhausted, rolled her eyes and fell into Tyrion's arms.
The King of Dark Blade stroked the daughter of the sea's long, pale hair, and he softly hummed a lullaby:
"Sleep, sleep, good boy, when you wake up... you will see a new world."
He held Jaina Proudmoore and stood in the center of the ice storm. The shocking pale ring almost enveloped the entire Lake of Lordamre and the surrounding land, under the raging of uncontrollable frost.
, this land will be barren of grass.
The girl in his arms has the power... to change the world.
"Dead spirit! Let her go!"
"Let go of Jaina! You madman!"
Two loud shouts sounded one after another at the edge of the lake. Tyrion raised his head. In front of him, there was the hurried Archmage Kel'Thuzad and a group of battle mages. Behind him, they rushed out of the city with the royal guards.
, Prince Arthas of Lordaeron wearing paladin armor.
"very nice..."
Tyrion's fingers moved slightly, a wisp of bone-chilling ice beat at his fingertips, and a trace of joy flashed in his ice-blue eyes:
"Everyone is here, tonight... let me change your destiny."
