The elf prince disagreed with his father's point of view. In his view, the existence of a race depends on wisdom and strength, fairness and justice, rather than blind tolerance and ignorance of flexibility, let alone bullying good and fearing evil, and walking with evil people.
"Father, I think you should understand that the being who controls the most powerful force in this world had better have a heart of charity and justice, otherwise it will be disaster for all living beings, endless war and death." Kael'thas argued with reason.
"The world is inherently evil, and life is the greatest misfortune."
The Elf King became more and more disappointed with Kael'thas, and his anger grew bigger and bigger:
"Remember, my child, before we can control our own destiny, we just seek some comfort in tragedy. Unfortunately, I can't prove it to you. If I were given a chance, I would choose...
....”
The Elf King suddenly shuddered, and an inexplicable sound came from his ears.
"What would you do if you were given a chance? Elf King Anasterian."
The Scourge Army marched forward mightily. Alsace rode his horse, walking side by side with Robbie. His Royal Highness, who had avenged his great revenge, had more wisdom in his eyes, and it was obvious that he had grown in his state of mind.
Hatred did not devour him, and His Highness the Prince became more and more mature. Some of the unforgivable and unforgivable things before were relieved in his heart. He learned to treat the world with kindness and forgiveness.
This made Robbie breathe a sigh of relief, although a bright and righteous prince was not what Robbie admired.
In Robbie's view, people's actions rely on reason and wisdom rather than moral constraints, but it is still ten thousand times better than the prince of darkness.
"After returning to Lordaeron, I will pay my respects to my father and also take a look at Uther. After he was killed by King Saurfang, he was contaminated by the dark magic of the Dreadlord. Although he was blessed by the Holy Light,
, but his soul lingers in the world, unable to rest for a long time, hoping to find a way to solve the black magic."
Kel'Thuzad on the side nodded, showing strong interest. This was a problem he needed to overcome. Knowledge was too attractive to the Lich, and he was very willing to do so.
"What about Mograine?" Robbie reminded, while also testing: "They are not friendly to the Scourge. I heard that they have slaughtered a lot of undead people recently, these damn bastards."
"The orcs have been destroyed. I think they should be able to correct their position." Arthas said with emotion: "But you need to pay a price for doing wrong things. Since Mograine made this choice, he must taste the bitter consequences of his decision.
I will not kill him, I will resurrect him as a general of the Scourge and let him atone for his crimes."
Alsace was not completely dominated by the theory of benevolence. He had a benchmark in his heart to measure good and evil.
This kind of Alsace is obviously more worthy of admiration.
Alsace suddenly showed a strange expression. He noticed something, frowned fiercely, thought for a while, and said.
"Robbie, there is one thing I have always been sorry for you about, that Book of Holy Light."
"That was damaged by Medivh. It's not your fault." Robbie waved his hand and said nonchalantly.
"I know, but it is your treasure after all. I will find a craftsman to make an identical one. I remember all the thirty-six runes, as compensation for you." Alsace was eager and said in a tone that he could not refuse.
road.
Robbie took a deep breath. Is this the reincarnation of history? The origin and result?
It seems that the "Book of Holy Light" was really created by Alsace. No wonder Robbie Capol, who was just a small adventurer with little reputation at the time, could own such a valuable thing.
"Okay, send it directly to Kapol's house in Lakeside Town. By the way, sign your name."
"I will."
Alsace patted Robbie on the shoulder, and there seemed to be a sense of relief in his expression. He nodded and smiled, and that was it.
boom!
The Alsace in front of Robbie's eyes shattered into countless surfaces, lines, and points.
At the same time, the powerful Scourge, everything around Robbie, everything in the world, the whole world was collapsing, shattering, blurring, like a sandcastle collapsing in a strong wind, turning into tiny pieces of dust.
"How is this going?"
Robbie was stunned. In the blink of an eye, he was the only one left between heaven and earth. Even the earth disappeared. He was the only one, suspended in the desert of time.
Nothing disappeared. What came into view were patches of white light. Robbie grabbed a handful of light spots and saw them slipping from his fingertips. They seemed to be fine sand, but they didn't look like it. They felt like water.
.
There was a loneliness between heaven and earth. Robbie was floating in the air, unable to tell the difference between up, down, left and right. It seemed that even the distance was gone. With a slight movement, he moved thousands of miles, drifting aimlessly.
He saw among the countless light spots, there were huge blurry figures, giants standing tall on the sky, monsters as huge as mountains, and he also saw damaged cities, looming in the white light spots.
Robbie saw the city in the ruins. It was just a sand sculpture formed by light spots, maintaining a certain shape and breaking into pieces if hit. The construction style was not modern, neither human nor elves.
Survival and death, the destruction of civilizations one by one.
Robbie also saw the deepest part of the light spot, several ferocious-looking creatures, a huge eyeball, a monster with a terrifying mouth, the ancient god C'Thun and Yogg-Saron, they still maintained their original forms
, the surrounding light spots are all black, like winding tentacles, taking root in all directions.
Is this the contamination of Azeroth by the Old Gods?
boom!
After this brief silence, everything around him changed again. The light spots gradually condensed and formed countless dots. The dots gathered into straight lines, and the straight lines formed surfaces.
An earth-yellow dragon was the first to break out of the shackles, and the bronze dragon king Nozdormu stared at the newly reborn world.
"The Sands of Time, it is indeed the Sands of Time again. What have I done? By the way, I challenged Medivh but failed. I can't remember anything."
Nozdormu stared at Robbie, and Robbie looked at him.
"Who is this person from?" Nozdormu was a little confused. He couldn't remember. The Bronze Dragon King was beyond time, but he would still forget some things when he was in the Sands of Time.
"This person is not affected by the Sands of Time. Could it be that he is..."
"Sands of Time, Sands of Time!" Nozdormu shouted, shaking his head and flying into the distance.
The Azeroth timeline is a network structure. Each historical event is like a node on the network. Different results will lead history to different directions. Nozdormu exists at every point on this network and can be independent from outside the network.
, he is the defender of time and the best observer. He must find his position.
The world is being reborn.
In the blink of an eye, everything reappeared, and Robbie felt his eyes blur and saw the evil smile of the Elf Prince:
"Jaina and Thrall would never have imagined that I had obtained the data on Silvermoon City's magic shield, and that the Scourge had slaughtered all the damn green-skinned orcs. I really want to see Jaina's expression at that moment, by the way.
, be sure to leave Thrall to me, I will break his fangs with my own hands, this will be one of the most precious collections of the Elf Prince."
Robbie was stunned.
This is back before the Silvermoon City War!
Is the so-called "Sands of Time" just like a server restart? (To be continued)