The rain flowed down the man's delicate face, but there seemed to be tears flowing along with it, and I heard the sobs that I couldn't hold back.
At this moment, I seemed to understand him.
Even if he knew that the news he learned from a little mage apprentice was false, he still had to pretend to listen carefully. What was precious was every bit of softness and warmth. All he wanted was a light comfort.
His heart is also warm.
"Your Highness, you!"
"You've seen it all, right?"
The man slowly turned around, and a terrifying and ghastly two-handed sword appeared in his hand. It was a broad-bladed giant sword with countless runes flashing like a door panel, entwined with an endless aura of death.
There is no doubt that this is the famous Frostmourne.
I felt like I was about to die, as if I could hear my soul wailing.
"When we meet old friends again, it would be disrespectful to give you a small gift."
Is it eternal death?
The giant sword slowly cut open my chest.
No blood flowed out, and the ensuing coldness froze the wound. I closed my eyes and fell into despair, not daring to look at my beating heart.
The man's hand reached forward and grabbed something.
Is my heart about to leave me?
When I had the courage to open my eyes, I saw that the man's hand was not a heart, but something curled up into a ball, like a mana snake, dark in color and surrounded by an unknown aura.
"What is this?" I plucked up the courage to ask, "Why is it in my chest."
"The cub of the Spellthief Dragon, a variant of the Spellthroat Dragon in Quel'Thalas, is extremely rare and is secretly raised by a few high elven dignitaries. Have you ever offended Prince Kael'thas?"
"I have only been in Dalaran for three months. I have been busy with homework and experiments. How can I be qualified to meet Prince Kael'thas." I smiled bitterly.
"Oh! This should be a gift, a gift for Gianna. Women, disaster is the most appropriate description for you. I guess you must have experienced the painful torture from heaven to hell." The man's eyebrows trembled,
He asked in a deep tone.
"how do you know."
A strong mana filled my whole body, and the joy of regaining it made me temporarily forget about my open chest and internal organs exposed to the air.
Dalaran is a gathering of elites who never accept waste.
The three most important elements in the path of a mage.
Qualifications, qualifications, qualifications.
I am a genius, a rare genius in millennia. I have the strongest qualifications in the history of the Tirisfal Council and the most promising chance to become a guardian. They say I can change the world of Azeroth.
"Your stage is in Dalaran. Archmage Antonidas will definitely accept you as his disciple. I hope the archmage won't have a heart attack due to excitement, haha." The magic instructor in my hometown is very optimistic about my future, and his eyes are very pleased.
soft.
On the third day after joining Dalaran, after a hangover from a banquet, my proud magical aptitude suddenly disappeared, and I could no longer feel the power of magic.
In an instant, he fell from heaven to the abyss of the earth.
"This is the work of inner demons."
Teacher Dalaran shook his head in disappointment, feeling extremely disappointed: "Another rising star has fallen. This is not the first time. Why would such a terrible inner demon harm the world?"
There are countless studies on the inner demons in Dalaran, enough to fill the library of Stormwind City, but there are different opinions, and no one knows what the inner demons are.
Ordinary people, with ordinary family backgrounds and extremely talented people, are most likely to breed inner demons, while those princesses, princes, and children of big nobles are rarely troubled by inner demons.
Some people call it a disease of poverty.
Now I understand that the so-called inner demon is just a law-stealing dragon.
The eggs of the Spell-stealing Dragon hatched in my body and stole my power.
"Although you have lost your qualifications and are not suitable to be a mage, we in Dalaran will not give up on anyone. You will find your own place here."
How heart-warming, touching, and heart-warming.
The truth is extremely cruel, they are just waiting for the law-stealing dragon to grow up, and then they will kick me out without mercy.
sorrow.
The man lamented: "I thought that with the fall of Quel'Thalas, the law-stealing dragons were extinct. Look, holy Dalaran is not spotless either."
Yes, where there is light, there is darkness.
There are destined to be dark corners in the world that the sun cannot reach,
But that's not a reason to be an enemy of the world.
I want to defend something.
Warm light flows, flesh and blood grow, and my chest is slowly healing.
This is the power of holy light. I looked at that man in surprise.
"It's surprising, isn't it? The ultimate death and the Holy Light are connected. I am proficient in death and can naturally control the Holy Light. The Holy Light will never abandon us." The man explained with a smile.
I didn't know what to say, so I just looked at him blankly, as if it was the first day I met him. At this moment, the prince was a stranger.
The prince of Lordaeron looked up at the sky, his eyes flashing brightly, and asked:
"Azazel, if one day you want to leave everything behind and find a place to live in seclusion, what place will you choose?"
"Let's go to Lakeside Town." I blurted out.
That's the hometown of beloved Lisa.
The prince smiled, very happily.
"Fate is so wonderful. I really wish I could give up everything and become an ordinary farmer, marry an ordinary woman, and have a few children. It would be simple and worry-free, but it's a pity..."
His Highness put away Frostmourne, waved his hand, and slowly walked into the rain curtain. His figure disappeared little by little, and there was a loneliness between heaven and earth.
For some reason, I felt like he was saying goodbye to the world of the living.
I bowed deeply to his back.
In the days that followed, my mana was completely restored and my strength grew steadily. I knew who the enemy I was facing was, so I stayed away from the mage community. I always kept a low profile and never showed magic in front of others. My strength was not that great.
Be known.
Countless nights, in the dead of night, I have been tossing and turning over and over again, recalling the conversation that night and the warm holy light in that person's hand. I always feel creepy.
It wasn't the fear of that person, but the fear of what I saw and heard that night.
What that person wanted to tell me, and how many undercurrents and unknown darkness there were, I didn’t even dare to think about.
What seemed like miraculous coincidences was always controlled by an invisible hand. Magic itself was the art of concentrating and utilizing coincidences. I realized that something had to be done.
I started searching for information, flipping through dusty ancient notes, entering the ruins of Dalaran to observe traces of spellcasting, risking my life to sneak into Lordaeron to look for clues, venturing into the plague land where the undead were raging, and being alone in the ice and snow of Northrend.
Looking for clues.
I have entered Orgrimmar to drink, seen the scenery in Thunder Bluff, listened to the music in Silvermoon City, danced with the Abomination in the Undercity, tasted the delicious food in Pandaria...
The biggest surprise was when I was infiltrating the Brotherhood of Stonemasons and repairing Stormwind City, I accidentally discovered a stone tablet named Fortune, which recorded a very interesting thing.
The truth is getting closer, the clues are getting clearer, the unknown history will be revealed in front of me, and all the mysteries will be solved. In order to confirm my guess and look for the final evidence, I arrived through the Dark Portal.
Outland, the home of the orcs.
It was here that I met the bronze dragons. They were not my opponents, but they still had enough power to banish me to Draenor thirty-five years ago in the name of interfering with history.
I must thank the Bronze Dragon. In this timeline, I finally sorted out all the clues and no longer have any doubts.
I'm conducting a very risky experiment.
If I succeed, I will return to Azeroth in the normal timeline through the Twisting Void and reveal the truth to people. If I fail, I will die.
But it doesn’t matter, I told everything to a poor man who was exiled to Draenor like me, and he was also a lucky one. I saw some fragments of the future. In the near future, this person is destined to pass through the Dark Portal with a group of heroes.
, leading the followers..."
…
The diary ends here.
"So this guy can only be a mage apprentice for the rest of his life."
After reading the mage apprentice's diary translated by Robbie, Vanessa was slightly disappointed: "It's too unreliable. The key points are missing. I thought I could learn the secret of the 'Fortune' tablet."
The orcs searched the whole city but failed to find it, and the Mason Brotherhood failed to find it despite all their efforts. The wealth tablet was unexpectedly obtained by this mage apprentice. Fortunately, he provided the whereabouts of an insider.
Robbie frowned and repeated: "In the near future, this person is destined to pass through the Dark Portal with a group of heroes and lead his followers... He is a commander, etc..."
For the heroes who passed through the Dark Portal, excluding those with names, innocent wealth, and those who were killed or missing in action, the rest are...
Player!
How come players are involved in this matter?
Robbie doesn't believe that there are infinitely resurrected players in this world.
"As I expected." Vanessa put the diary on the table: "These days I have been investigating clues about the unidentified fiftieth person in the Dark Portal. This person is more mysterious than I imagined."
"Is that person important?" Robbie asked tentatively.
"The secret of the 'Fortune' tablet in Stormwind City is related to Archimonde. This man participated in the Battle of Mount Hyjal and was an important member of it. I guess he should know something." Vanessa looked helpless and said
Shanshou said: "There are not many survivors of the Battle of Mount Hyjal. Most of them don't know the truth. Those who know the truth are the top leaders of the Alliance tribe. They are all tabooed and tight-lipped, so they can't ask anything. The mysterious person may be the only way out."
."
Is this a tempo to confront players? It is very dangerous. No matter whether it is justice or evil, anyone who goes against players in Azeroth will not end well.
Robbie felt that he should find a new job.
Although Robbie has been taking care of the fortress these days, Vanessa seems to be very idle and often doesn't pay anything. In fact, Robbie knows in his heart that the commander is secretly investigating something.
Robbie never thought that the target of the investigation would be "players".
"This diary is only worth so much." Vanessa said listlessly.
"No, no, I think the value is very high." Robbie said quickly: "For example, the Lich King knows the Holy Light."