Through a strange rift in time and space, Robbie returned to the Temple of Karabor.
Looking at the slowly rotating time and space machine, the curious look on the face of the eternal dragon Toki who had transformed into a dwarf, and the look of concern on the pretty face of Vanessa, Robbie felt a familiar feeling and realized that he was finally back.
This is your own world, your own timeline, a feeling of home, a real touch.
Looking at the time, only a few minutes have passed.
If you include the time wasted in entering and exiting the time machine, then this half-year-long time-travel was almost useless in this timeline.
"Don't ask me yet. I won't answer if you ask me. Let me be quiet. I need to calm down my thoughts." Robbie said to the Eternal Dragon Toki who came over.
"Okay! I understand."
Toki blinked his big eyes, which looked a little cute. He looked at the gorgeous warhammer Robbie was carrying, Revenge of the Holy Light, and recognized that it was the weapon Arthas used before he raised Frostmourne. His eyes lit up and he said
:
"First of all, congratulations to you. No one has ever come back alive from this timeline. You have created a great miracle. It can be seen that you have experienced a lot and are extremely exhausted mentally. You need to rest. We can wait."
Seeing that Robbie was fine, Vanessa sighed secretly and left with Robbie.
After walking out of Karabor Temple, the two flew to the fortress in the Land of the Falling Moon on a gryphon. Robbie looked at the scenery below. The draenei were busy, Alliance adventurers were patrolling everywhere, and the shadow of war still shrouded
Shadowmoon Valley.
It's like a lifetime ago.
"I met Prince Arthas, Kel'Thuzad, and witnessed too much betrayal and helplessness." Robbie said a few words briefly, his thoughts were confused and he didn't know where to start, so he just concluded:
"It's completely different from the history I know."
Vanessa was not surprised at all. She smiled and said: "The false history recorded by the Guardian can only deceive ordinary people. Many people know the truth, so you don't need to waste your time on it."
Back at the fortress, Robbie rested, thought, and ate. Feeling tired, he lay on the bed and took a nap.
After waking up the next day, he felt the birds chirping outside and smelled the warm atmosphere of Shadowmoon Valley. The soldiers in the fortress were lined up neatly and shouting loud slogans. Only then did Robbie realize that he was really back.
.
The tragedy of Lordaeron, the tragedy of Silvermoon City, and the conspiracy of Dalaran, all of this has become history.
The Lich King Arthas, the Elf Prince Kael'thas, the Lightbringer Uther, the Archmage Ronin, figures who once shone brightly have all become magnificent figures in the history books.
Seizing the present moment is the only way to truly live.
Robbie first went to the Council Hall to find Vanessa. Vanessa made a rare appearance today, and she was carefully put on makeup. She had a pretty face, a graceful figure, and was wearing a dignified absolution suit. She looked like a beautiful priest from the Cathedral of the Holy Light.
"Medivh is no longer a problem, I have a plan." Robbie said to Vanessa: "It just needs to spend some money."
Medivh is protected by Azeroth and cannot reveal the secret of the Spell-Stealing Dragon to others, otherwise he will be cursed by Azeroth. After careful consideration, Robbie has already developed a strategy to deal with it.
Vanessa raised her pretty eyebrows and said indifferently:
"Money is not a problem. You don't know how many people hate Medivh. With the reputation of the Brotherhood, I can find countless sponsors. As long as I can defeat Medivh and raise money to buy Stormwind City, it won't be a problem."
"Commander, I think you misunderstood. It doesn't cost much. I just need to make a lot of music boxes?"
"music Box?"
Although it was baffling, Vanessa believed Robbie and didn't go into details. She just asked, "How many do you want to make?"
"We must ensure that every adventurer in the alliance has one."
The cost of a music box is only five or six silver coins, and even if ten million music boxes are manufactured, it will only cost five or six million gold coins. This amount of money is not a problem at all for the wealthy brotherhood.
"It just so happens that I also have something I need you to complete." Vanessa's bright eyes flashed:
"Remember our deal with the Argent Crusade? We need to prepare five sets of epic equipment in exchange for five Naaru fragments. There happens to be an excellent opportunity, the symbol of the glory of the tribe, the king of sneak attacks in Azeroth, Sha
It’s King Rufal’s birthday, and Med’an is collecting gifts in order to please the King.”
Thinking of Vanessa's profession, Robbie asked in surprise: "Commander, are you trying to steal?"
Vanessa shook her head and chuckled: "You underestimate me too much, I'm ready to trade."
"trade?"
"Yes, Karazhan's warehouse stores the collections of past guardians. I don't know how many epic-level suits there are. I plan to exchange Shadowmourne and Med'an for ten epic-level suits." Vanessa said seriously.
Legendary two-handed axe, Shadow of Sorrow.
In order to defeat Arthas, the Argent Crusade and the Knights of the Ebon Blade spent countless costs to build the weapon. After the fall of the Lich King, the extremely mysterious wielder of Shadowmourne was missing at the same time.
"Commander, do you know the whereabouts of Shadowmourne?" Robbie asked strangely.
Vanessa smiled slightly and said meaningfully: "My plan is to make a fake one. Don't forget, I am a master of counterfeiting. You need to help me find out the information and make some preparations."
Vanessa looked confident, but Robbie was a little worried.
How can you create a fake Shadowmourne and hide it from Med'an? He is the son of the guardian Medivh, and he has a poisonous eye.
Wander around the fortress and gradually become familiar with things. After all, Robbie is the acting commander and he needs to take care of the fortress.
Robbie saw Hogg leaning in front of the hotel counter, grinding his teeth in boredom, while Whitemane and Mograine, the doggies beside him, chatted with each other as if no one was watching.
"Hi, long time no see, Hogg." Robbie greeted and nodded to the doggy man and woman beside him.
"How long? I remember we just met the day before yesterday." Hogg was confused.
"Haven't you heard of an old saying? A day's absence is like three autumns." Robbie showed the temperament of a poet and talked eloquently.
Hogg touched his big teeth! He thought to himself: Why haven’t I heard this before?
"By the way, Robbie, there's one thing. A human archmage came to the tavern today. He's too old. I'm worried that he might fall down at any time and be unable to get up. I asked him if he had ever served as a master in Dalaran.
Position, he hesitated and refused to answer, not even mentioning his name. He said he was a distant relative of yours."
"I don't have any distant relatives of the Archmage." Robbie was about to leave when he suddenly turned around and asked, "Wait, did he mention my name?"
"I mentioned it, otherwise I would have driven him away long ago." Hogg bared his teeth.
"Take me to see it."
This is a very old-looking archmage. His unkempt sideburns are all white, covering his entire face. Only his exposed eyes are brightly colored. He is wearing a worn-out robe, and his cane has long been lost.
Mana can be used as a fire stick, carrying a tattered package, like a wanderer everywhere.
However, in Robbie's eyes, he saw the powerful magic power contained in his body, with countless points, lines, and surfaces arranged in an orderly manner, at their peak state.
The wandering mage just stared at Robbie and said nothing.
"Yes, I know him. This is my neighbor's sister-in-law's distant cousin's uncle and grandpa."
Hogg counted on his fingers and muttered: "Is this considered a relative?"
Robbie found an excuse to send Hogg away, and the wandering mage snapped his fingers to isolate the sound in the room.
"How could it be you? Kel'Thuzad?" Robbie said in surprise. (To be continued)