When Arthas rode Invincible and landed from Theramore's dilapidated port, he truly discovered how miserable this city really was.
It is now dusk, and the activities of the undead are more frequent than during the day. The overly rich magical energy has caused many echoes of the past to remain until today.
But this is not a good thing for the undead who remain here. Magical energy can maintain their existence and prevent them from dissipating with the passage of time, but the undead trapped here will also think of death day after day. scene at the time.
This is undoubtedly a kind of torture, so most of those undead who are trapped in a place for some reason will be full of negative emotions and eventually fall into madness, attacking everyone who is close to them indiscriminately.
Magical energy isn't the only reason, but in Azeroth, a place filled with wonder and magic, it's the most common example.
It is a pity that Theramore is not a miracle, but a complete tragedy. The remaining souls of the residents who died in the big explosion are being bound here by the magic of the Focusing Iris until the magic dissipates, or they themselves The will disappeared after being polished.
But now that Arthas has arrived, he will at least give these souls freedom. As for whether the Shadow Realm is peaceful or not, Arthas is not sure, but at least it is a world of the undead.
Alsace walked in the city for a while and sighed softly. Frostmourne, which exuded a light blue cold light, slowly revealed its blade. The magic sword had been instructed by its master. It was suspended behind Alsace. The runes on his body flickered on and off like breathing.
Special fluctuations from Frostmourne came from the magic sword, and the surrounding undead seemed to be inspired by something, and began to gather around Frostmourne intentionally or unintentionally.
The souls of those close to Frostmourne are absorbed by it. This may be the fastest way for Theramore's souls to be gathered together and taken away by Arthas.
This process takes a certain amount of time. Arthas found a place to sit down and waited for the absorption process of Frostmourne to end.
After waiting for a while, Arthas felt that something was wrong, so he stood up and carved a few runes on the ground below Frostmourne, enhancing Frostmourne's absorption ability.
According to this speed, by the time the sun rises tomorrow, the souls of Theramore will be almost gathered, and Arthas will be able to leave here.
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In a small house outside Dustwallow Swamp, a burst of blue arcane light suddenly flashed in the house. A tired-looking Jaina walked out of the house. She put down the staff in her hand and sat on the bench outside the house in a daze. .
This was once the retreat of Magna Aegwynn, the guardian of Tirisfal, but the guardian had left. Since then, Jaina has often come to the hut where Aegwynn once lived in seclusion.
She traveled to Dalaran a few days ago. She tried to use her power on the Kirin Tor Council to drive the tribesmen out of the mages' castle, but in the end her actions were stopped by Khadgar and the other archmages. .
The reason is simple. Fighting against the Burning Legion requires the power of the entire Azeroth, and Dalaran cannot give up any power that can defeat the Burning Legion.
——Even though the withdrawal of the Horde caused heavy losses to the Alliance on the Broken Shore, it also cost the Alliance a great king and Jaina lost a close friend.
She wanted to expel the tribe from the territory of Dalaran, and as the apprentice of the former Speaker Antonidas, in terms of status and strength, she should indeed be the most influential person in Dalaran after Ronin's death. of one.
However, Jaina spent more than ten years running Theramore and had no intention of going to Dalaran to compete with the numerous mage factions for power. Therefore, except for her name on the Kirin Tor Council, Jaina had almost no Participate and intervene in any of Dalaran's choices.
But no one will offend the noble Lady Proudmoore, because even if she is not in Dalaran, her power and strength can deter most mages in the world.
However, the current situation and the emergence of Khadgar left Jaina alone. Her proposal to expel the Horde was ultimately rejected, and the Horde could still occupy a place in Dalaran to jointly fight the Burning Legion.
Khadgar's actions were indeed for the sake of Azeroth as a whole, but Jaina viewed his actions as a betrayal of the Alliance.
Angry, Jaina left Dalaran, even though Khadgar tried to persuade her to stay, hoping that she would stay and fight against the Burning Legion.
"I will destroy those damn demons, but I won't come back here until Dalaran drives out those Horde bastards!"
After saying this, Jaina left the Floating City, but she was confused for a while, not knowing where she should go - she failed to win the rights and interests she deserved for the Alliance, and Dalaran would not accept her again in the short term. , Kul Tiras regarded her as a traitor and hated this former princess.
And her city, the city she put her heart and soul into, was destroyed by a despicable orc. At this moment, Jaina suddenly felt like a homeless little girl.
Jaina was sitting on the bench, the moonlight shining on her delicate face, as if she had the same sadness as hers.
In her hand she held an anchor-like necklace, which was left to her by her father. A few years ago, she had been hiding this talisman in her mage tower because she could not beg her father to forgive herself. But she still doesn't think what she did is wrong——
until today.
A tear fell down Jaina's face on the silver anchor, followed by the second and third drops.
she cried.
She had never regretted so much as she did today. She hated her naivety and stupidity extremely. She once thought that she would not make the same mistakes as her father, but it was not until today that she understood that she and her father were the same. , all swallowed the bitter pill because of their inability to understand others.
"Father...it would be great if you were still here..."
There was sadness and weakness in Jaina's voice. She was like a little girl who had done something wrong and didn't know how to face everything at the moment.
It's a pity that the commander and king who sailed across the sea could no longer hear his daughter's words.
Jaina curled up, hugging her knees, alone in the cold night of Dustwallow Marsh.
However, waves of weak magic fluctuations awakened Jaina from her sadness. She raised her head somewhat sluggishly and looked in the direction from which the magic fluctuations came.
"Where is...Theramore?"
Jaina was puzzled at first. Theramore was already in ruins. Nothing was left there. Everything of value was destroyed in the magic explosion.
But when she turned around and thought about it, Jaina's beautiful eyes widened, she picked up her staff and hurriedly left Aegwynn's hut.
