This time travel through time and space was not smooth. Robbie almost got sucked into the cracks in time and space. After the world was spinning for a while, his head felt dizzy and uncomfortable.
Robbie was certain that he was lying down.
There is something around me that feels warm and soft to the touch.
After a while, Robbie's brain regained some consciousness.
After touching the package, everything was still there. Robbie breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.
Robbie made a lot of preparations for this time travel.
Unlike the old Fordring who was close to being exiled last time, the two main targets that need to be faced this time, Arthas and Kel'Thuzad, are not so easy to see.
Arthas is the prince of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. He is worth more than ten thousand people. It is impossible for a commoner of unknown origin to meet the noble prince in a short time.
To this end, Vanessa contributed her own Sin'dorei Orb.
This is a tool that can transform into a blood elf, coupled with a perfectly forged identity certificate, a high elf from Quel'Thalas, a peripheral member of the great Sunstrider royal family, Nicholas Sunstrider. The so-called alien
The monk can recite sutras and use this identity to enter the Royal City of Lordaeron. As long as it works well, it is entirely possible to meet His Highness the Prince.
The orb of Sin'dorei cannot be hidden from a great mage. In order to meet Kel'Thuzad, Vanessa forged a letter of recommendation from Archbishop Benedictus of Stormwind City. Robbie could get close to Kel'Thuzad as a trainee priest in Stormwind City.
, there are some clues showing that Benedictus has a close relationship with Kel'Thuzad.
But what is going on in this situation, and where is the promised location closest to Alsace?
With a slight snap of his fingers, a holy light appeared on Robbie's fingertips for illumination.
It's a very uncomfortable and narrow place, and if you sit up even a little bit, you'll hit your head.
Next to her lay a very beautiful young woman.
This is a beautiful blond girl with skin as white as snow, a delicate face, her eyes tightly closed, a bumpy figure, and gorgeous clothes. Robbie noticed the gold edges on the sleeves, and there was a refreshing scent coming into his nose.
.
"Is it the boudoir of a certain noble lady?" Robbie's mind was not completely awake and he was in a semi-drowsy state.
Wait, this is a small place with wooden walls on all sides and a motionless girl lying next to it.
Could it be...
Robbie checked the woman's nose, but she was not breathing.
This is in the coffin.
Robbie was completely awake and his head was no longer dizzy. He only felt his scalp was numb and his back was cold.
"Why am I teleported to such a ghost place? Can the Eternal Dragon be more reliable?"
Calm, calm, not breathing, not necessarily a corpse, maybe an undead.
The undead are very sensitive to holy light. The holy light at Robbie's fingertips was close to the woman's face, and she could clearly see the long eyelashes. There was no sign of awakening, so she was certain that she was a corpse.
Robbie let out a sigh of relief.
During the twenty years of the Dark Portal, when the undead and natural disasters were raging, meeting the real dead was a great blessing.
He tapped the coffin lightly with his fingers.
A hollow sound came.
Judging from the echo, the coffin was not buried in the ground, but parked in a certain location.
After careful inspection, there were gaps and the coffin lid was removable and not nailed.
Robbie's movement was very light, but it still alerted someone outside, and a deep sound came from the scene.
"Come here, come here. Don't worry. It's strange. Although I'm used to seeing the dead resurrected, you shouldn't. You're not infected with the plague."
The coffin kept shaking, as if something was pressing down on the coffin. Now that it was removed, there was a "bang" sound as the heavy object fell to the ground.
After a slight shaking, someone pushed open the coffin lid.
What Robbie saw was a dim lantern and the blond young man holding the lantern.
The blond young man stared at Robbie in surprise, especially the holy light on Robbie's fingertips.
"Don't explain anything, don't say anything, let me think carefully."
Robbie was about to say something, but the blond young man quickly raised his hand to stop him. He sat on the coffin on the side. It was this object that pressed down on the coffin that Robbie was sitting on.
The blond young man has a handsome face and regular features. Unfortunately, his complexion is very bad, his cheeks are sunken, his eyes are extremely dim, his will is depressed, and he reveals a sense of decadence like a dead man.
He grabbed his hair hard, as if he wanted to break the beautiful blond hair, and thought hard:
"It shouldn't be. She was the only one in this coffin. I thought it was her who was resurrected. Why was there an extra person? I checked it carefully before going to bed.
"Haha, I understand." The blond young man slapped his thigh: "This must be the power of magic. Mysterious traveler, are you willing to help me solve my doubts and verify whether my guess is accurate?"
The power of magic was a good excuse, and Robbie followed Poe's lead in making up a story:
"I'm from Lakeside Town in the Kingdom of Stormwind. There is a long-abandoned mage tower in our Redridge Mountains. That day, I went hunting in the mountains with a few friends and took shelter from the rain in the mage tower. Suddenly a portal appeared. They said this portal
Leading to the secret treasure house of Archmage Dune?"
"Then you went in?" The blond young man listened with interest and asked with gloating.
"I was kicked in, and I was here when I woke up." Robbie shrugged and said, "I must seek revenge on that guy, can you tell me now, where is this place?"
"
"It is indeed the power of magic. Look, look, I guessed it right, hahaha. I am indeed an amazing genius, one of the best in the continent of Azeroth."
A sickly blush appeared on the face of the blond young man. He stood up and danced a cheerful dwarf dance. He accidentally tripped himself and got up and continued dancing shamelessly.
Who is this extremely narcissistic psychopath?
Robbie noticed that the coffin where the blond young man had been sitting was ajar and contained a set of freshly used bedding. The blond young man was wearing a blue pajamas. Needless to say, he was sleeping in the coffin.
If a living person sleeps in a coffin, there must be something wrong with this guy's brain.
"This is the town of Deathstroke in Lordaeron." The blond young man straightened his blond hair and said in a normal tone: "It is difficult to go back to the Kingdom of Stormwind. The road is full of chaos and countless undead. If you are unlucky, you will still be there.
We encountered orcs, and the even worse news is that the road leading to Silverpine is blocked by the Silver Hand."
Why did I come to Deathstroke Town? There must be something wrong with the Eternal Dragon's teleportation.
With a bitter look on his face, Robbie noticed several coffins and the stairs extending upward. This was probably the basement of Deathstroke Town. It should be more appropriately described as an underground tomb.
I'm going to meet Prince Alsace, why waste my time with a stranger sleeping in a coffin?
"I'm curious, why do you sleep in a coffin?" Robbie finally couldn't help but ask.
“Have you ever heard of having fun with the people?”
The blond young man said naturally: "The people of Lordaeron are sleeping in the soil. I am a living person, so I can only sleep in a coffin. Can the people enjoy it together? Let's talk about it. You see, the only thing I can do is
That’s it.”
Have fun with the people?
This word is not used casually. Ordinary people are not qualified to talk about having fun with the people.
Robbie's heart was shocked. Could it be that... he looked at the blond young man carefully.
His eyes were dim, his will was depressed, and he had thick dark circles under his eyes. It was obvious that he had not slept well for many days.
Although there was a hint of playfulness in the corner of his mouth, it was mostly bitter, and it could be seen that he was trying to force himself to look cheerful.
This man is decadent from the inside out, and is like a walking zombie.
It's not strange to sleep in a coffin.
"I am Robbie Capol from Lakeside Town in the Kingdom of Stormwind. Who is your Excellency?"
The pained expression on the blond young man's face flashed away, and he looked at the little light coming from the stairs. Another morning full of hope came.
"I am the lord of Deathstroke Town, Baron Arthas Menethil." (To be continued)