Gianna is an archmage, the top spellcaster of the human world.

She is very young, she is only 18 years old now, and being able to receive the title of "Archmage" from the Council of Six of Dalaran at this age only shows that she is indeed extremely talented in the field of magic.

The most mysterious Archmage of Crassus in the Council of Six once commented that Gianna was the most gifted mortal in the field of frost magic he had ever seen, and even the existence of this little girl itself was most likely the manifestation of the essence of frost magic in the mortal world.

This is undoubtedly an extremely rare evaluation, and considering Crassus's true identity, it can only be said that for Gianna, it is difficult for the observers to describe her as talented.

However, in order to become an archmage of Dalaran, in addition to talent and spell-casting ability, there is also a hard condition, that is, an understanding of the magical background and the storage of a large amount of magical knowledge, which is to prevent some genius mages from getting the top reputation too early and wasting their talents in the future.

But Gianna did it, and at the age of 18, she almost had a walking library in her head, all kinds of magical knowledge, and even some stories passed down from mouth to mouth among mages, she was familiar with it, and because of this, when she was facing such a terrible situation, a desperate situation, after a voice suddenly popped into her head, Gianna's first reaction was not to respond to it.

"Huh"

A psychic detection was applied to her, and the magic of this magic wrapped around Gianna's slender body, causing her long golden hair mixed with a hint of white to fly behind her head, but the result of this magic detection surprised her.

There wasn't any weird spirit attached to her, so... That voice?

"Are you curious about my identity? Daughter of the sea, what do you think I am? A resentful spirit, a villain with a hidden head and tail? Hehehe, with all due respect, little girl, you better focus more on the things in front of you. ”

The voice appeared strangely again, making Gianna subconsciously clench the staff, she pursed her lips, and said in a deep voice:

"Who the hell are you? What exactly do you want to do? ”

"Oh, 15 minutes at most..."

The voice replied, and Gianna's gaze turned to the flames dancing on the sea in the distance, and she immediately understood what this guy was saying about 15 minutes worth... After Dai Lin's Sea Throne joined the battle, with its terrifying firepower and accuracy, in a maximum of 15 minutes, the First Fleet of Kul Tiras would be completely sent into the deep sea in the form of wreckage.

This gave 18-year-old Gianna a sense of urgency, and her fingers holding the staff tightened again, and then she realized that the initiative of this strange conversation had been completely grasped by the damned, inexplicable, weird woman.

"What should I do?"

Gianna asked again, this time, no longer hiding the anxiety in her voice, and the hoarse female voice let out a series of laughs that seemed to be happy.

"Very good, you're starting to understand the rules, hold your pendant tight!"

"What?"

Gianna paused for a moment, and the voice said impatiently:

"Hold on to your pendant, Dai Lin has entrusted the one that the King of the Blades handed you... It's the key! ”

The archmage lowered her head and glanced at the silver anchor pendant hanging from her chest, only then did she realize that the periphery of the pendant was shrouded in a layer of white shimmer, which was obviously abnormal, she couldn't understand this phenomenon, but this abnormal phenomenon represented a kind of hope in itself at this moment.

Gianna's cold fingers gripped the silver pendant, and the fine silver chains that wrapped around her neck were torn off, and she held it up in front of her eyes, and a warm, familiar breath rippled from her hands, reminding her of the sea-flavored taste of Port Bullares.

"Say your brother's name silently."

The voice gave another instruction, but this time, Gianna was completely stunned, and after a few seconds, she stammered:

"I... As far as I can remember, no..."

"None? Hehe, don't make trouble, little girl, the whole world is telling you that you don't have a younger brother, but I know, you know, you have! You just forgot his name, but the connection between the blood keeps you from forgetting him, and your memory is flawed, little girl, which is a blessing for you and your brother. ”

The voice explained something to Gianna slowly, and then, in Gianna's hesitation, the voice said as if jokingly:

"So, I guess, you probably don't know it, but you're not Dai Lin's only daughter... But you do have a sister, and there may be many, many reasons why she doesn't appear in your memory, such as..."

"She's a... Bastard. ”

Gianna took this sentence, her eyes were a little dazed at this moment:

"When I was a kid, my parents did have an argument for a while, those few words... Fenna, her name is Fenna, right? ”

"Oh, I can't tell you that, daughter of the sea."

The woman, who could sense a sense of maturity just by her voice, seemed to be deliberately teasing Gianna, and in the midst of a shrill laugh, she pronounced the name:

"Tamrid... Tamrid. Prodmore, say the name silently, daughter of the sea, show your brother the way home, as it stands, you and your brother, and your followers, desperately need help from him, hehe, the young man who has lost his name and life, will actually become the savior of civilization, the world is really impermanent. ”

The voice let out a sigh of emotion, and then it dimmed silently, as if she had done what she had to do, and she was leaving.

And Gianna silently recited in her heart, "Tamred. The name "Proudmoore", she could feel her mind through the pendant in her hand, seemed to extend into an eerie space, and when she silently recited her brother's name, she could even hear a faint response.

"Don't go! I also have... Doubt. ”

The archmage called out to the voice in her heart with both her heart, but there was no response until she sounded the quirk of that voice, at this moment, the eighteen-year-old archmage was a little shy and embarrassed, but in the end, the thirst for ignorance overwhelmed the emotions in her heart, and she whispered:

"Sister... Sister, are you still there? ”

"Oh, cutie... Of course I'm here, you're so good, the voice reminds me of the little priest at that time, she had the same beautiful face as you, she was a little shy, but she had a poisonous snake hidden in her heart... That slut! ”

The mature magnetic voice reappeared in Gianna's mind as if she had found a new toy, and the archmage could even feel a pair of hands caressing her cheeks, but the hatred and disgust contained in her sharp voice at the end of her speech really made Gianna feel that she might have made a reckless decision.

But now that he had made a decision, he could waste his will, and the archmage asked, as he lifted the pendant, which emitted more and more violently from white light, into the air:

"You, why do you know so much about me and my family?"

"Oh, because I'm idle, daughter of the sea."

The voice said nonchalantly:

"I've been around for more than ten times as long as your family, and almost all the civilizations in this world, except for the trolls, have grown up under my gaze, and I've seen your fellow man in animal skins and with a stone spear enter the sea with fear for the first time in the night sky, and I've seen your first stone city built from nothing."

"I have seen your ancestors gather here and build a civilization that seems meaningless to me, like worms crawling on the ground, doing everything they can to craft their own weapons of war, and then wage endless conquests... Just for a little bit of scraps..."

"Your individuals have no minds of their own, and your leaders lose their glory... Your civilization is groping its way in the dark, but you don't know that the reins of the horse that led them are already in the hands of careerists... You know? Little girl, in my opinion, the 3,000-year history of human civilization is even less interesting than what happened in the five years of the system established by the King of the Dark Blades in the south..."

The voice, in a poetic tone, spoke in Gianna's soul:

"He brought about change, daughter of the sea, I also did things that I missed, I also wanted to cause change, but I failed, and he did... The fire of change that will last for thousands of years has been ignited in this world, the darkness beyond civilization and wisdom is about to be dispelled, and you, like me, have to face an unknown future, which, frankly, makes me feel that there is finally a little more fun in my boring life. ”

"But he's a tyrant! He's a butcher! Tyrion. Dawnblade, he's a... It's a damn man! ”

Gianna retorted, and after a moment, the voice seemed a little disappointed, and as if she was tired, she uttered the last words:

"No, Gianna. Prodmoor, you are trapped in a narrow mind and cannot get rid of it, and from my point of view, what he has done is so far 10,000 times greater than you, who claim to be righteous and bright... Seriously, after all this experience, do you really still feel that you represent justice? ”

She paused, as if to give Gianna time to react, but her voice slowly fell before Gianna could speak.

"You've disappointed me a little, daughter of the sea, but maybe it's because you're too immature, it's okay, I've got plenty of time to wait for you to grow... And, quietly watching the fire that is about to be ignited in this world... It's a lot more fun than dealing with those mad cultists. ”

The whispering voice disappeared completely at this moment, and no matter how much Gianna called, the voice never sounded again, as if she was really asleep.

On the other side, in the midst of the world, there is a sea, a sky, and clouds in this inaccessible space, but everything here is still, and on that sea, the Third and Fourth Fleets of Kurtilas are anchored in the sea, like completely lost travelers, not knowing where to go.

And it was not only these two fleets on the sea, but also many ships of different styles, some of which were even embellished with the bow portraits that were popular hundreds of years ago.

It's like a group of people who have been abandoned by the world...

"There! There! ”

Tamred, who has been forgotten by the whole world. Promodel stood on the bridge of his flagship, the 18-year-old, dissolute young man, still like a prodigal son, his golden hair spread over his shoulders, and his captain's uniform open to his chest, but at this moment, the blue-eyed Prince Kul Tiras, as if he had seen a beacon home, raised his command knife in his hand, and shouted:

"I heard, Anna's voice, she was calling to me... She needs me... Our country, our people need us! ”

"Kurtilas fleet! I'm Tanred. Prodmore! Listen to me... The enemy is ahead, full speed ahead, ready for battle! ”

"No matter what's out there, no matter what's out there... Let them see, we Kul Tiras are amazing! Come on! ”

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"To... I'm going to lose..."

The pale-faced Drake barely stood up with the support of Adjutant Sanders, and before his eyes, the masts of the Queen Anna had been set on fire by the shelling of the Sea King, and his First Fleet of Kul Tiras had lost two-thirds of its ships and the remaining one-third were wounded.

He only knew that his father was very powerful, but it was only when he actually stood on the opposite side of the fleet that his father commanded that he realized what the title of "King of the Sea" was.

Every one of his orders was seen through by Dai Lin when it was issued, and as soon as the fleet made an attack action, the opposite side had already begun to take targeted countermeasures, coupled with the 100% execution of the orders by the undead soldiers, Dai Lin only used one-third of the ghost fleet in the fog to suppress the entire Kurtilas Invincible Fleet on the sea, almost unilaterally.

Drake realizes that he's too tender... In front of his old father, his little experience in naval warfare could only last until now.

"Bump it over!"

The admiral of Kul Tiras, looking at the burning flagship, whispered:

"Sanders, you're here to steer the ship, crash into it, and entangle your father's ship... Give the people time to flee the battlefield... We have to do it..."

"Yes, Admiral!"

Colonel Sanders, who had served the Prodmore family for generations, was stunned when he heard this cruel order, but then he gritted his teeth and rushed through the flames into the ship's control room.

And in the Burning Sword of Flames, Drake struggled to support his body with his command knife, he raised his head, looked through the flames at the roar of the Sea Kingship on the sea, in the sound of the remaining tide sage struggling to drive the current, the young captain gritted his teeth, puffed up his blood-soaked chest, and shouted:

"Dai Lin!"

"I, Drake. Prodmore, I'll come... Challenge you!! ”