"No!"

A sudden scream shattered the silence of the mage tower, and in the shadows of the mischievous moonlight shining through the window, Archmage Gianna sat breathlessly on her bed, her beautiful blonde hair draped over her shoulders, and on her beautiful face, her blue eyes shone with a trace of nightmarish remnant terror.

In that dream that was so real that it was impossible to distinguish between reality and illusion, Gianna saw her father, her respected and beloved father, sinking alone in the cold sea, she saw the fallen ship behind her father, the broken deck, those strange figures, she saw the attachment in her father's eyes, she saw his father reach out and wanted to touch her.

But the next moment, endless darkness came from all directions, like dark tentacles, dragging her father into the deep sea.

She watched the scene and wanted to reach out to save her father, but she found... Behind her, there was also a dark and unforgiving darkness, until when those ice-blue eyes lit up in the darkness, Gianna's heart was filled with fear, and the next moment, she woke up from a nightmare.

It had been five days in a row that she had had the same nightmare, and for the mage, such dreams appeared again and again, undoubtedly indicating some kind of dark future, but Gianna refused to accept it.

She repeatedly persuaded herself that it was just a hallucination caused by worrying too much about her father, but every night after struggling to sleep, what came to her mind was still that cruel and cold dream.

She looked around a little dazedly, this was her mage tower, like the other mage towers in Dalaran, under the new shell, hidden was an ancient heritage, Gianna got up from the bed, she put on her pajamas, walked to the window, looking out the window at the quiet night, the city was lit up by the shining lights of the streets of Dalaran, like a bright light in the dark night.

"I'm going back to Kurtilas!"

The thought popped into Gianna's mind, and then lingered again, she took a deep breath and slowly pushed into the shadows behind her, the sound of a murmuring voice came, and after a moment, she changed into a purple and white mage robe again, and Gianna draped a cloak over her shoulders.

Because of the accident some time ago, she is still grounded by her mentor, but for a magical genius, it is actually not a difficult thing to not alarm anyone to leave Dalaran, especially the recent moment when the entire northern frontier is panicked under the threat of the undead, even Dalaran has been affected.

But just before Gianna left the room, her eyes were suddenly drawn to a letter placed in the center of the table.

The archmage of House Proudmoore can be sure that there must not have been such a letter there before he fell asleep... A feeling of being watched immediately crept over Gianna's mind, and she vigilantly reached out to unleash a detection spell, while adding a heavy layer of ice armor to herself.

But after a few moments, the light of the detection magic dimmed, and the feedback told her that she was the only one in the room.

Gianna stepped forward, opened the letter with her magical hand, and unfolded it, it was a special piece of paper, and there was some strange fragrance wafting from it, and on that paper, there was only a simple sentence.

"Dareen is dead, but he left you a gift... The secret is on the shores of Loch Lordamere. ”

"Smack"

The letter was torn to shreds in Gianna's angry gaze, she didn't believe at all, and she didn't want to believe that her powerful father would die quietly, and that a hero like him, even if it died, would be a battle that would make the whole world tremble.

"Lake Lordamere..."

Gianna gritted her teeth, put the cloak on top of her head, and quietly left the mage tower, she was going there to see who was pretending to be a ghost, but Gianna was not stupid, before leaving Dalaran, she put a magic letter in the mailbox on the side of the road, and soon, the letter would be delivered to her senior brother, the powerful archmage Kel'thugad, if something happened, her cat-loving senior brother would be the first to come to save her.

Although the two were somewhat unpleasant when they got along, Gianna believed that her senior brother, who was very cold to everything, still had a trace of self-persistence and kindness in his heart.

However, the simple Gianna does not know who she is facing this time...

Lordamere, the largest freshwater lake in the entire Tirisfal Glade and one of the most watery lakes in the entire Northern Frontier, looks like a jewel in the dark Tirisfal Glade from the sky, shining in the light of a moonlit night.

At midnight, the lake's surface is calm like a mirror, and the moonlight shines back, quieting the surroundings and breaking the tranquility.

Gianna in a cloak walked out of the dense forest, powerful magic lingering on her body, as a true genius who passed the assessment of the Archmage of Dalaran at the age of 17, Gianna has enough ability to protect herself, and her future must be limitless... The premise is that she still has a future.

"You're here..."

Standing at the edge of the lake, with his back to the vigilant archmage, was a tall figure in a black cloak, he had grayish hair, and this figure made Gianna feel familiar, she seemed to have seen him before.

"Who are you?"

Gianna held the staff of ice in both hands and asked in a low voice:

"Why are you talking about my father... In short, boring rumors! What exactly do you want to do? ”

"Well, after a few years, your temper is getting worse and worse, Miss Gianna."

Tyrion turned slowly, he looked at Gianna behind him, when Gianna saw this face, she also remembered what happened to her at Riptide Castle a few years ago, a trace of embarrassment flashed in her eyes, but soon became cold again:

"Tyrion. Dawnblade! How dare you step into this place alone? ”

A hint of fear flashed in Gianna's eyes, and she suppressed the uneasiness in her heart and asked loudly:

"Didn't you bring your wife with you this time? Or are you ready to perish here? ”

"Hmm... Saying these things doesn't give you confidence or strength, little girl. ”

Tyrion didn't care about Gianna's attitude, he looked at the Daughter of the Sea in front of him, her blue eyes and the light shining in them were almost exactly the same as Daline's.

"I'm the King of the Blades, Gianna, and I can go wherever I want... Your emperor and his army can't stop me, and of course, I'm not here to plot some brutal killings and plots. ”

Tyrion stretched out his hand, and under the black glove, a silver anchor pendant swayed in the air:

"I'm just taking the place of my friend, saying goodbye to his beloved daughter, that's all."

"Huh"

Tyrion let go of her hand, and the silver pendant was slowly sent to Gianna who was standing in place in the cold wind, the archmage's eyes were already full of tears, and her body was trembling slightly, she knew very well what this Proudmoor family necklace meant to her father, and he couldn't give it to Tyrian... Other words... He's really...

"No"

Gianna let out a painful wail, she fell to her knees weakly, clutching the silver pendant with both hands, under the extreme emotion, she had lost the calm and decisiveness that a mage should have, just like an ordinary 18-year-old girl, venting her pain in tears.

"You're at a loss, kid."

Tyrion strolled up to Gianna, he crouched down and looked at the Daughter of the Sea who had unloaded all her guards in front of him, he stretched out his hand and stroked her long golden hair, and he whispered:

"Dai Lin definitely doesn't want to see you the way you are... The Son of the Sea has met his fate, and the Daughter of the Sea, can she carry the heavy mission he left behind? Tell me, Gianna, can you make your father proud? ”

"You killed him?"

Gianna lowered her head, put her hands on her chest, and hugged the pendant tightly, there was a trace of unforgettable hatred in her crying voice, and that extreme emotion gave her new strength, like hands that lifted the fog, and let her see her future.

And in the face of this problem, Tyrion did not hide much.

"Yes, it was I who took his life, I gave him a new one..."

"Bang"

Tyrion's voice was interrupted by a sudden burst of terrifying frost, and beside the two of them, the silence of Lake Lordamere was completely broken, and the magical elements that seeped into the droplets of water were completely awakened in the roar of an angry soul, and those solid ice burst out from the unknowable space, covering Tyrion in front of them layer by layer.

It's like a cold and dead ice coffin.

And in front of him, Gianna slowly stood up, those fine pieces of ice wrapped around her robe in a symbiotic way, on her skin, on her hair, those crystal spikes covered Gianna's whole body, her eyes became as bright as ice, and the terrifying frost magic talent of the Daughter of the Sea was completely unsealed by eternal pain at this moment.

Her face was slowly covered in ice, and under the terrifying low temperature emanating from her whole body, her golden hair also fluttered, and the golden luster was gradually transformed into the paleness that the ice should have.

According to the original trajectory of history, it would be decades before Gianna awakened the strongest power within herself in the agony of the destruction of the port city of Theramore, which she had built, but now, for the souls who have not yet been deeply involved in the world, the death of her father has become the final key to unlocking this forbidden power.

But it's a pity... With Gianna's current manipulation of magical power, she still can't control this terrifying power.

In other words, the daughter of the sea, who is immersed in the will of revenge, has no intention of controlling it at all...

The terrible tide of frost centered on the place where Gianna stood, spreading wildly in all directions, and those dense forests, the lakes, and the earth were completely covered in this cold outburst, and this terrifying magic fluctuation attracted the attention of the Archmages of Dalaran in an instant, and the city of Lordaeron beyond the lake was awakened by the cold wind that howled in the middle of the night.

"You took my father's life..."

Gianna raised her head, in her hand, the pendant of the silver anchor shone brightly, with the blessing of this family's secret treasure, the power of the Daughter of the Sea was once again enhanced, she stretched out her hand like the Frost Queen, all five fingers were completely covered with frost to the bone, the face mixed with ice chips seemed more and more dead, the godless eyes stared at the frozen Tyrion in front of her, she whispered:

"I'm going to take yours too..."

"Wow"

The heavy staff was wrapped in arcane magic, and smashed into the ice block sealed with Tyrion like a sharp blade, but at the moment when the staff fell, a hand with a black glove broke through the ice and grabbed the staff steadily, the ice wrapped around Tyrion shattered at this moment, and he looked at Gianna in front of him, who was controlled by excessive magic power, and he shook his head a little abruptly.

"Children should not play with adult toys... This is not the power you should be manipulating now, it is too dangerous for you. ”

"Bang"

With a soft sound, the fingers of the King of Dark Blades crushed the ice on Gianna's neck, accompanied by the influx of faint but sharp necromantic energy, the operation of the ice blood surging wildly in Gianna's body was forcibly interrupted, and the spread of the terrifying frost tide stopped at this moment, and Gianna, who was already exhausted, rolled her eyes and fell into Tyrian's arms.

The King of the Blades stroked the long pale hair of the Daughter of the Sea, and he hummed a lullaby softly:

"Sleep, sleep, good boy, when you wake up... You'll see a new world. ”

He hugged Gianna. Proudmoore stood at the center of the ice storm, a terrifying pale ring that enveloped almost all of Lake Lordamere and the surrounding land, leaving the land unprotected by uncontrolled frost.

The power of this girl in his arms... Enough to change the world.

"Necromancy! Let her go! ”

"Let go of Gianna! You fanatic! ”

Two loud shouts rang out one after the other by the lake, and Tyrion looked up, and in front of him, it was the hurried archmage Kel'thugad and a group of battle mages, and behind him, the prince of Lordaeron, Arthas, who was running out of the city with the royal guards, wearing paladin armor.

"It's so nice..."

Tyrion's fingers moved slightly, a wisp of cold ice beating at his fingertips, and a hint of pleasure flashed in his ice-blue eyes:

"It's all here, tonight... Let me change your fate. ”