"Um?"
In the endless abyss, a slightly doubtful voice sounded.
"The balance has been broken... The world can't do anything anymore."
The eyes of this unknown existence seemed to penetrate all material barriers and plane barriers, and fell on Azeroth.
"The Frozen Throne...those useless demons always leave me with all kinds of trouble."
The mysterious being looked at Azeroth with some boredom. This world was quite special to him, but there was never a good chance to completely complete his plan.
But... it doesn't matter now. The chess pieces in that world have lost their effect, and his eyes are set on the other end of the long river of time.
After a long wait, he finally found the answer he had been dreaming of.
…
"Great Chief!"
"Her Majesty the Queen!"
Sylvanas woke up from her coma. She looked at the royal terror guards and tribal leaders surrounding her in confusion, "I...?"
Lor'themar saw Sylvanas's expression and said to the guards around him, "Okay, okay, the warchief has worked too hard and wants to take a rest. It's no big deal. Everyone goes back to their posts."
The royal terror guards left here in doubt. Lor'themar's statement was a bit far-fetched, but it was not completely unreasonable.
After all, the undead also have self-awareness and souls. Physical labor is okay, their bodies are no longer important, but things that excessively consume the spirit will still make the undead feel tired.
Sylvanas took over the management of the tribe from Vol'jin at such a critical moment, which would definitely take more energy than simply managing the Forsaken.
Sylvanas, who regained consciousness, quickly ended her confused performance. She nodded and confirmed Lor'themar's statement, and sent away the guards in the chief's hall, leaving only a few senior leaders of the tribe.
When she and the leader of the tribe were the only ones left in the hall, Lor'themar asked, "Warchief, are you okay?"
Lor'themar doesn't like Sylvanas' current behavior very much, but he must admit that at this time, Sylvanas is indeed a good choice as the chief.
"I suddenly passed out? Here?"
Sylvanas sorted out her scattered memories, and the few seconds before she lost consciousness were very blurry in her mind.
"Yes, there was a messenger reporting the latest situation in Dalaran just now, but while I was waiting for your response..." Lor'themar stopped, and Sylvanas also understood the cause and effect.
She wasn't quite sure why she was unconscious.
But she was certain that during this brief period of unconsciousness, some kind of change had occurred in her from soul to body.
Sylvanas' eyes were a little wandering, but she immediately returned to normal, "It's not a big problem. It should be that recent events have made my soul a little tired. I'm fine now.
Okay, I also know the report of the messenger. Now I will personally lead the team to Stormheim. We must get the Shield of Aggramar before the Burning Legion.
Gathering the warriors of the tribe, we are ready to go. "
After speaking, Sylvanas walked out of the chief's hall, leaving several tribal leaders looking at each other.
And the ranger who had the closest relationship with Sylvanas, Nathanos Licking..., uh, no, Nathanos Blightcaller stood there thoughtfully.
——The Queen of Darkness he serves seems a little different?
But this kind of question only stayed in his mind for a short period of time. Nathanos left without saying a word and followed Sylvanas: he didn't care what changes Sylvanas had, he would only listen to Sylvanas. Ervanas's order.
…
Arthas took the fragments of Frostmourne and rushed back to Dalaran overnight. In the guardian's secret room, Archmage Khadgar had been waiting for him for a long time.
"Arthas, your feats in Val'sharah are inspiring. We don't have to worry about Xavius and his evil masters further invading our world for the time being."
"Don't be too happy, Khadgar. Xavius will not give up invading the real world for this reason," Arthas reminded. "Before facing the Burning Legion, you'd better give up on him completely." ——Very thorough.”
"If we have the chance, we will," Khadgar replied in the affirmative.
The Emerald Nightmare is like a time bomb, and its detonation time is always at the most critical moment. If it cannot be eliminated as soon as possible, the coalition forces will inevitably become helpless in dealing with the Burning Legion.
Moreover, losing the help of demigods and druids in the Emerald Dream means losing a large part of Azeroth's vitality.
Malfurion and the druids of Val'sharah will hardly have the extra energy to fight against the Burning Legion until they deal with the nightmare.
But fortunately, both Varian and Tirion are still alive, and the alliance's front is still stable, which undoubtedly relieves a lot of pressure on Dalaran.
Moreover, the former Aspect Dragon Ysera did not fall for Xavius's evil plot. With her help, Malfurion was fully able to cope with the nightmare attack.
Compared to the worst-case scenario, this is already pretty good.
Khadgar couldn't imagine how Azeroth would overcome this war if Varian and Tirion died on the Broken Shore, and Ysera was dragged into the nightmare by Xavius. .
The Lich King brought death and despair to Azeroth, and the appearance of Arthas made Khadgar feel hope and light in this dark time.
He thought of Frostmourne and Ashbringer in Arthas' hands. Khadgar also knew that Arthas would not stay in this world for long.
"Are you ready to leave?"
"Yes, the preparations have been completed, and I have obtained the key things." Arthas patted Khadgar on the shoulder, "The next road will be up to you, but I believe, Azeroth will never be destroyed."
"At least there won't be such a day before we are completely destroyed." Khadgar laughed. "Come with me, friend, and let Dalaran give you the last gift."
Khadgar teleported Arthas to the top of the Violet Tower, where the current Council of Six was waiting for Khadgar to appear.
Several archmages were not surprised to see Arthas. It seemed that Khadgar should have revealed the relevant information to them, but they still had very complicated looks in their eyes.
Old Dalaran was destroyed due to the Scourge of the Undead, Antonidas also died in that catastrophe, and it was even more because Kel'Thuzad summoned Archimonde, which led to the true destruction of the entire Lordaeron.
It can be said that although Ner'zhul did not let Azeroth fall according to Kil'jaeden's ideas, Arthas's fall still directly represented that Azeroth had fallen into a painful and long period of time.
Things have changed now, and the Alsace in front of him is not the lunatic who was willing to degenerate and annihilate his humanity. Everyone would imagine, if the Alsace in their world had not degenerated, what would it be like now?
"Long time no see - no... I should say, first meeting, His Royal Highness Prince Alsace."
The mages showed solemn courtesy to Arthas. It was not a wizard's etiquette, but a Lordaeron's noble etiquette. Arthas returned the courtesy with a smile.
"Good day, masters, although I would prefer that the time when we meet is not such a critical moment of life and death."
