The battle lasted all night, and by dawn of the second day, the 20,000 black dragons were basically wiped out, and the coalition finally won a complete victory.
After the war, the news of victory was conveyed to the Dark City in just ten minutes, and then spread throughout the entire Duota Continent within a week through the Dark City's message transmission array.
They were all excited after the good news. They could hardly believe their eyes and ears. The fourth war, which they thought was long-lasting, ended overnight. People who returned home hugged each other and cried. They naturally knew
During the first three wars, the scenes of devastation of life made everyone feel sincerely grateful that they and their families could escape this disaster.
The people of Duota Continent naturally did not forget one name in the midst of the celebration - Nan Ying Ge.
However, this mythical figure who turned the tide in the war and killed the entire Deathwing by himself disappeared into thin air after the victory of the war. This man rose like a meteor, and then disappeared like a meteor, as if his
He showed up just to save the world.
Just after the war, coalition soldiers caused quite a stir. Some young soldiers who fanatically worshiped heroes jointly petitioned, hoping to meet Mr. Nan. However, these petitions were rejected by the coalition's top brass, Mr. Nan.
He retired to seclusion and did not want to get involved in the world. As a result, the whole matter became more and more confusing. Everyone knew that the hero's sword, Frostmourne, the artifact that killed Deathwing, was left on the battlefield. How about the hero?
If you go into seclusion, how can you not take your sword with you?
Some rational people have speculated that Mr. Nan may have died in that war, but fanatical people are not willing to believe this statement at all. They insist that Mr. Nan chose to retire successfully because he did not care about glory. He is the real
hero.
Troubadours from all over the mainland naturally did not miss this opportunity to praise the heroes. They wrote many versions of this unprecedented battle in an epic tone and sang them in the streets and alleys. People who worshiped the heroes couldn't get tired of listening to these.
They have heard the stories countless times. In the mouths of troubadours, the final result of this legendary hero is often to embrace a beauty and retire to the mountains and forests. Of course, occasionally there are a few troubadours who claim to be rigorous scholars who list many evidences.
, swearing that Mr. Nan had died in that battle, but their result was often beaten up by the audience, and they were beaten so hard that they didn't even recognize him.
Time flies so fast, two months have passed in the blink of an eye.
One morning, the sun shone brightly over the City of Darkness, and the Guards team set off from the City of Darkness in a mighty manner, passing through the Aryan Desert and heading straight for the Holy Land.
After the war a month ago, the landscape of the Aryan Desert has undergone great changes. The cliffs and barren mountains have been basically leveled, the huge fairy pillars have disappeared, and only one after another of sand dunes is left in the entire desert.
, stretching to the sky like ocean waves.
During the War of the Ancients, this was one of the main battlefields against the Burning Legion. Now there are countless war spirits and dead bones under the yellow sand, which makes people feel emotional when recalling it.
The army was not marching very fast. Tyrande sat blankly on the carriage, looking at the old battlefield through the window. She could have followed the Horned Eagle troops to take the first step, but for some indescribable reasons, she chose instead.
Staying to accompany the large army forward, maybe she subconsciously wanted to remember some past events in this desert.
Looking at the endless monotonous dunes, Tyrande suddenly sighed and lowered her head slightly. In her hand, a small withered yellow flower slowly rotated as she gently rubbed it with her long fingers. This flower was when Illidan left.
What was left to her symbolizes too many heavy and beautiful memories...
Before the War of the Ancients, in a field full of mountain flowers, a sunny boy with amber eyes picked the flower and gave it to an innocent girl who aspired to become a priestess. The girl was very happy after receiving the flower and wore it happily.
On the head.
After the War of the Ancients, the boy was imprisoned in Shadowmoon Prison, and the girl returned the dried flowers to him, implying eternal rejection...
Tyrande did not expect that after 20,000 years, when Illidan was fighting and fighting in the outer lands day and night, he would still carry that little flower with him, and it would become a permanent memory.
Perhaps it was Maiev's words that stung Illidan. After the war, Illidan finally chose to leave sadly. He didn't leave a word when he left, but only left this flower that has been blessed by magic and will last forever in the world.
The little flower...
Tyrande was naturally filled with emotion about this, but she did not retain anything. The past events could only be regarded as dusty and beautiful memories in her heart.
As for Maiev, she disappeared after the war. Tyrande guessed that even if Jarod didn't show up that day, Maiev wouldn't have gone too far. She was just using that method to kill her.
It's just an obsession in my heart.
It's all over together. From tomorrow onwards, the Duota Continent will turn a new page. Thinking of this, Tyrande smiled happily...
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Time flies so fast, and three years pass quietly in the blink of an eye.
The continent of Dota has been very peaceful these years. The only ones worth worrying about are the black dragon princess Onyxia and the black dragon prince Nefarian who are hiding. However, one of them is seriously injured and the other has lost his body. Even if they
Even if their strength can be restored to some extent, it must be not as good as before. In addition, without the backing of the Black Dragon Legion and Dragon Soul, they can't make any waves at all, so people gradually forget about this matter.
In the past three years, the reconstruction work of the Dark City and the Holy Land has been proceeding in an orderly manner. Under Malfurion's instruction, people built a statue in front of the ruins of the World Tree. The statue carved a man holding a heavy sword to trigger
In the scene of the vitality of heaven and earth, the man is naturally Gu Nansheng, and the sword in his hand is Frostmourne.
It is worth mentioning that the sword in the sculpture is the genuine original version of Frostmourne, not an imitation of rock carvings. It is unbelievable that such an artifact is placed outside in such a big way. The specific reason will have to be revealed three years ago.
Speaking of before.
The war had just ended three years ago. At that time, Malfurion wanted to bring Frostmourne back to the Holy Land after hearing Jarod talk about Gu Nansheng's instructions. Because of this incident, a big commotion arose in the Dark City.
As a result, the Holy Land army was delayed in the City of Darkness for two full months.
It is self-evident what the turmoil is. Frostmourne, as a true artifact, is naturally coveted by countless people. When interests are really involved, no one cares about benevolence, justice and morality. As for the false reputation of a savior, it is even more important in the eyes of those sixth-level powerhouses.
It’s a joke, if you have strength, you are the king, if you don’t have strength, you are the target of human beings.
They would not blindly worship heroes like the people. Although no one said it clearly, they all vaguely guessed that Gu Nansheng might have died in that battle. In this case, the artifact he left behind is an ownerless thing, and of course they cannot miss it.
.
In fact, before fighting for Frostmourne, those sixth-level experts had already dug three feet into the Aryan Desert and searched everywhere they could. The purpose was of course to find the heaven-defying equipment and S-level equipment left behind by Gu Nansheng after his death.
Essence, but unfortunately those things seemed to have evaporated along with Gu Nansheng, not even a single residue was left. As a result, people could only think that those things had turned into dust together with Deathwing, and they had no choice but to return disappointed.
As a result, the group of sixth-level strong men in the Dark City became increasingly jealous of the only remaining Frostmourne. In addition, Malfurion was seriously injured at the time and was unable to take charge of the overall situation, so a battle was naturally inevitable.
The process of that battle is extremely complicated. People tried their best to get the artifact, and even some fifth-level experts wanted to get in and fish in troubled waters. When the battle was getting inextricable, the extremely cold ghost who had been keeping a low profile suddenly revealed himself.
The strength of the seventh level shocked all the heroes who fought to lose both sides, and in the end, he obtained this sword without any suspense.
Of course, the heroes of the Guards were not convinced by this. As a neutral hero, the Extreme Cold Ghost had nothing to do with Frostmourne emotionally or rationally. However, the Extreme Cold Ghost actually swore that his apprentice Siyou was the widow of Mr. Nan and that she would inherit the throne.
The sword was also reasonable. Such strong words made the hero of the Imperial Guard extremely angry, but there was nothing he could do. He could only watch the cold ghost take away the artifact.
After the Extreme Cold Ghost obtained the artifact, he naturally wanted to immediately escape to his lair in the Extreme Cold Forest and slowly study the sword. What no one expected was that when the Extreme Cold Ghost tried to shed blood to identify its master, a black-red mass appeared.
Flames emerged from the blade of Frostmourne's sword and directly burned half of his arm. Then the extremely cold ghost felt the cold energy in his body rushing towards Frostmourne like a flood that broke the embankment, scaring him out of his wits.
If the extreme cold ghost hadn't been cruel and decisive and cut off his energy arm, he would have been reduced to ashes.
Even so, Jihan Ghost still had a lot of energy essence sucked away by Frostmourne, and his strength suddenly dropped by half the level, becoming a strong man between the peak of the sixth level and the quasi-seventh level. This made Jihan
The ghost almost went crazy...
In this regard, the other sixth-level powerhouses were naturally gloating about the misfortune. At the same time, none of them dared to take Frostmourne's idea anymore. How could the arrogance of the artifact be blasphemed by mortals?
Even Malfurion was frightened when he took the sword again, fearing that the same thing would happen to him, but fortunately, Frostmourne has been silent since it seriously injured the cold ghost, as if it was just an ordinary sword.
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Malfurion successfully brought Frostmourne back to the Holy Land. He had always kept the sword in his inventory before. However, from some unknown time, Malfurion felt that Frostmourne was always coming out like this.
The endless pressure made him feel a little tight in his chest. Even at night, Frostmourne would make bursts of whimpering sounds. Malfurion could vaguely feel the evil aura of the warriors and armies fighting, which made this man
An old man can't even sleep well.
So after careful consideration, Malfurion decided to build a statue of Gu Nansheng on the site of the World Tree and place Frostmourne in the sculpture, hoping to appease Frostmourne's sword soul.
Malfurion had never worried about whether anyone was interested in Frostmourne. He was tired of living whoever wanted to steal from whom.
Malfurion informed the Holy Land that this sword could not be used by mortals, and strictly prohibited anyone from trying to get close to the statue and touch the sword. Most people in the Holy Land knew what happened to the cold ghosts and stayed away from Frostmourne, but there were always a few greedy snakes.
The daring people who swallow elephants do not believe in evil, and often end up with a miserable ending after trying the law.
After this happened two or three times in a row, no one dared to approach Frostmourne anymore. A radius of one thousand meters with the statue as the center became an agreed restricted area. This was something that even Malfurion had not expected.
Yes, he originally thought that it would become a holy place for those hard-blooded young people to pay homage to heroes.
In this way, Frostmourne sleeps in the Holy Land. No matter it is windy, rainy, lightning, or thunder, it stands silently. As time goes by, its simple sword body and the statue merge into one, and they are no longer distinguishable from each other. People sometimes even think that this is
The sword itself is part of the statue.
Only occasionally in the middle of the night, Frostmourne will make bursts of whimpering sounds, seeming to miss those days when he fought with his master in all directions and dominated the battlefield. The strong man is lonely, and the hero has no tears. He constantly fights against fate and stands proudly.
Who can understand the domineering power in the world?
All things in the world are just passing clouds, and love, hate, and hatred will eventually come to nothing.
On a bleak autumn night, a beautiful woman in black appeared in front of the sculpture and stood silently. After an unknown period of time, the beautiful figure disappeared suddenly, and a faint voice floated in the wind in the middle of the night: "Master, I
I will find you no matter where I am in the world..."
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Neutral territory, Silent City——
Neutral territory has always been scattered. Some powerful people like to form their own forces. Among these big forces, there are countless small cities dotted around. Silent City is one of them. In fact, saying that Silent City is a city seems to be a bit flattering.
Well, there is not even a city wall made of rocks here. It is just a circle around the city with a sharp wooden fence about ten feet high, and then it is supported with logs on the inside of the fence. This is considered a city wall, but fortunately
There are no high-level monsters near Mo City, so this sharp wooden fence is more than enough for defense.
The population of Mo City is only more than 40,000, and there are less than a hundred transferred warriors. Although this city is small, its internal institutions and facilities are all available. There is not only a small-scale transferred warrior guild in the city, but also an enchanter's guild. Although
In the entire Enchanter Guild, only the president himself is a first-level enchanter. This person is over three hundred years old. For low-level transition warriors, this age is almost at the end of their lifespan.
