The world is changing, and many stories are no longer the same, like a spiral that has been re-disrupted, involving everything in the world, disrupting, reorganizing, evolving, and eventually, those familiar stories will be transformed into completely different endings.

But the story changes, and the people involved, the people, the most important parts of the story, don't change so easily.

For example, in both versions of the story, Alsace. Minehir is driven by the will of the guardian to embark on a long journey, such as in two versions of the story, Gianna. Prodmore is a very important component, or is it the same even where the two versions of the story take place, but at the time of the change of heaven and earth, in Northrend, in the middle of the night when the snow is falling all over the earth, in the purest snow, will there be a tragedy or a comedy?

Nobody knows... And the observers, continue to observe...

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"What the hell is going on?"

General Tanrid, who was urgently summoned to the port of the White Tower, raised his head and looked at the Chaldean Archbishop with a solemn face, beside him, was the indifferent Countess Presto, the great knight Uther, who rushed to the front line with a seriously wounded body, those war observers who were about to rush to the front line in the middle of the Thousand Needles Stone Forest, that is, several young men from the tribe, and finally Modra, the ** division of Dalaran.

"His Majesty Garin and Liam have gone to the front, and it is said that the centaurs are frequented by scouts, and the great war is about to begin, and I don't want to miss this."

Faced with the blow of fate, Tanred still looks like a bohemian on the surface, the admiral's uniform is casually open, and he wears a golden anchor pendant around his neck, which matches his slightly rugged image, which is somewhat energetic.

Thrall and Woking, who were sitting on the side, whispered something, probably talking about the war with the centaurs, after all, the conflict between orcs and centaurs has a long history, and if the war in the Thousand Needles Stone Forest shows a good result, then it means that in the barren land, the prepared orc army and the minotaurs can also follow in the footsteps of humans and completely drive the pesky barbarians out of the gathering place of the two races.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Ladies and gentlemen! ”

The archbishop's deep voice rang out in the chamber with the sound of his slightly restless banging on the table, and the eyes of the great man, who had always appeared with a gentle appearance and a steady image, shone with a flash of fire, which made everyone present realize something, and even Thanred sat up straight at this moment.

"The war on the front lines is important, we all know it, but now, I'm calling everyone here to say something else."

The archbishop's gaze swept over the crowd in front of him, and he said in a deep voice:

"Lady Gianna just sent an urgent magical letter, and I think you all deserve to see it."

**Shi Modra waved his hand, and a light blue magic light curtain jumped out in front of everyone's eyes, it looked like a map, in the area in the center of the map, there were red points of light shining, and at the edge of the continent, there were faint blue points of light.

"This is the map of Northrend! What do those red and blue dots represent? ”

Tanred asked aloud, which also represented the question of everyone present.

"The red one is Arthas, the blue one..."

The Chaldean bishop glanced at Tamred and said in a deep voice:

"It's Lady Gianna, we just got the news that His Majesty Arthas did not go to Ashenvale for vacation, but went to Northrend, supposedly to find an "artifact" that can change the fate of mankind, but unfortunately, according to Lady Gianna, it is not an artifact, but an evil magic weapon tainted with the power of the undead, and His Majesty's will is tempted and distorted. ”

The archbishop clenched his fists, and he could see that his chest was filled with flames of anger and disappointment.

"He's under too much pressure, and now, it's sending him to a point of no return."

"Why is my sister there?"

Having put away all his bohemianism, he stood up, propped his hands on the table, and cried out:

"Arthas took her there? I knew that bastard was unreliable! ”

As he spoke, Tan Ruide was about to rush out of the conference hall, but he was quickly blocked by the ** master Modra with a blue light curtain, and the white-haired ** master said sharply:

"Calm down, Tamrid! It wasn't Arthas who lured Gianna to Northrend, but Gianna volunteered to get there, the child was too reckless, but she didn't forget that she had friends too, and that's why the Chaldean Archbishop and I had summoned you here. ”

The archbishop continued:

"Gianna is currently in the Borean tundra, and she has found the Prophet Viren, but the Draenei are of limited help, and they themselves are harassed by the invading demons, so I would like to ask you to go to Northrend to help Lady Gianna and Her Majesty Arthas... The human empire can no longer afford to lose a king. ”

"What's more, this matter can't be disclosed!"

Chaldean's voice was full of weariness, and he explained:

"Arthas's actions are not just personal, he is the heir to the destiny of the kingdom of Lordaeron, and if this matter is taken advantage of, Arthas's throne will be challenged, and at this moment, I think everyone here can understand this risk."

"I admit that His Majesty Arthas's childish behavior is indeed disappointing, but I also think that this is not the reason why we have given up on him, I hope that we will send the most trustworthy and powerful supporters, and the Modra Division will send this rapid reaction team directly to the Borean Tundra, which is the farthest portal we can open in Northrend."

"But what about the war at the front?"

The countess, who had not spoken, raised her head and looked at the archbishop with her calm eyes, and she said:

"The front line is waiting for reinforcement from the rear, and if we go to Northrend, there is no one who can take charge of the current Thousand Needles Stone Forest."

"The Archbishop of Chaldea stays here."

**Shi Modra whispered:

"He will bring reinforcements to the front lines of the war with Duke Eberlock, and only a figure like him, who has a great reputation among believers in all countries, can be able to glue the soldiers of all countries together."

"No, it's not just me."

The Chaldean Archbishop shook his head, and he cautiously applied another layer of enchantment to the chamber, and then lowered his voice and said:

"This is the most confidential news, ladies and gentlemen, His Majesty will appear in this war, he believes that the war against the barbarians is very important for the revival of human civilization, although we have tried hard to persuade him, His Majesty still decided to go to the front line, to boost the morale of the soldiers, and I will also be a follower and protector of His Majesty."

"If it's Fao's crown... That's really nothing to worry about. ”

Countess Presto has been living in human society for many years, and she is well aware of the status of the Pope of the Church of Light in the hearts of the common people, and with his presence on the front line, the defeat of the barbarian centaurs is inevitable.

"I'll join this rescue with a few of my clansmen."

The countess nodded, she had no interest in mortal warfare, especially a miscellaneous thing like a centaur, and she could also take this opportunity to go back to the Temple of Dragon Sleep, although the Black Dragon Legion was on the verge of extinction, but the Holy Land of the Black Dragon Legion was still guarded by the dragons, she needed to go to the Obsidian Holy Book and the Black Dragon Holy Land to see if she could find something left by the ancestors.

"I'll pick the most trusted paladins to join in."

The pale-faced Grand Knight of Uther whispered:

"No one will give up on Arthas, my disciple, and although he has gone down the wrong path, I believe, all because he wants too much to protect his people and civilization..."

"What about us?"

A rough voice rang out, and when they turned around, they saw the young orc Thrall standing up, and the wise man of the younger orc generation was frowning, and he asked:

"This should be an important matter of human society, a confidential matter, why should we be told about it?"

"Because it's an opportunity, Thrall Overseer."

The Chaldean archbishop looked at the orc, and he said:

"I had a brief exchange with Emperor Lothar before he died in battle, the Emperor didn't want to see humans and orcs continue to be hostile, if he was still here, maybe he had already used his own way to eliminate the hatred between the two races, I know that the hatred of blood clotting is not so easy to dissipate, but... The Great One is gone, and we living beings should obey His great will. ”

"We hope that the orcs will also participate in this operation, and save a human king with their own hands, which will be more useful than the leaders of the two races can say more high-sounding words."

The archbishop let out a sigh of relief, and he whispered:

"What's more, you're friends, aren't you?"

"Friends?"

Sal pursed his lips, and after a moment, he looked back at Bane and Woking, neither of whom had strong objections, so Sal turned his head and bowed slightly:

"Okay, but this is our private behavior, we can't represent the tribe yet, hopefully, this is the beginning of a good relationship between the two tribes..."

"Then let's go, don't waste time."

**Shi Modra took out her pocket watch, looked at it, and she said:

"It's been 3 hours since Gianna's request for help, and His Majesty Arthas may have access to that magic weapon at any time, we must hurry!"

The crowd quickly left the chamber and began to prepare, while at the back of the crowd, the Chaldean Archbishop held the sacred scripture in his hand, his fingers inadvertently touching the hilt of the decorative purple ceremonial knife at his waist.

"Factors that interfere with the war ... It's all gone, and 500 Shadow Priests are ready..."

He said so.

"Good, good... Then let the true power of the Shadows be revealed to your people... The shadow under the light should really stand under the light. ”

Miss Salatas's voice rang out in the heart of the Chaldean Archbishop, who smiled softly, and between the fingers throbbed, a deep shadow darted rapidly in his fingers.

It's like dark magic.

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At the same time that the rescue team in the rear was in full swing to rescue His Majesty Alsace, who had lost his mind, and set off, the king of Lordaeron was already approaching his "land of destiny".

The Dragonbone Wilderness, at the end of this boundless blizzard, in the 10,000-year-old glacier, those shadows, the shadows under history, linger on this snowfield, the center of the Northrend continent, and the place where the earth and the ice floes meet, the hidden dark power is entangled in this snow, and the sun and the moon are no longer known.

Long before the Lich descended on this continent, the forces of darkness entangled beneath this glacier, and those discorded gloomy forces waited for a chance to break through the ground, and now... They waited.

"That voice, right here... It's calling me. ”

After crossing the glacial road with difficulty, and crossing the territory of those ancient snow diggers, those monsters that can easily grow to more than 30 meters long, have the ability to freeze, are as strong as steel, and wear gray-black armor, every appearance in human society will cause terrible panic, but in this ancient glacier, they are everywhere.

Arthas's sturdy armor was stained with acid, his hammer was stained with disgusting and suspicious green slime, and behind him, Faric's image was also terrible, but fortunately, Marvion, who had been injured before, had regained the ability to walk, and the black steed that had miraculously followed them all the way to this place was invincible.

In front of the panting trio, there is a cave formed by the collapse of a glacier in a long time, this is different from other places, although it is cold in the snow, but there is still a light shining, but standing at the entrance of this cave, all the light seems to be absorbed by something in the cave, in the cold wind cave in front of Arthas, it is no exaggeration, it is like the sharp teeth and mouth of a giant beast, waiting for the reckless prey to take the initiative to enter it.

"Your Majesty, this..."

The two captains of the guard subconsciously clenched their weapons, and Arthas also held the war hammer with both hands, and he glanced at the two behind him, and a trace of stubbornness flashed in his eyes.

"It's already here, I can't go back any longer."

"This is my fate, the fate of the victim Arthas..."

With that, the young king strode in, and the light of the cavern danced like a dark hell.

But there were no other enemies in the cave, or rather, the ghosts that hid in the cold wind, under the influence of another force, were not awakened by Arthas.

The three of them walked all the way to the deepest part of the cave, and on top of the sharp ice like a throne that had risen from the 10,000-year-old ice, a dark magic sword was silently suspended there, and the dark and gloomy power slowly poured into the sword from the cold air, and the more obscure power was like breathing, emanating from the jagged blade of the ice-blue, skull-like magic sword.

"That's it... Frost Sorrow, the sword that appeared in my dreams, will bring the power to change everything, to protect, and to fight back. ”

Arthas walked towards the levitating sword step by step, the power of Minecil in his hand, the finely forged war hammer slashed between the king's fingers unconsciously, the light in both of his eyes dimmed, his long golden hair was windless, and finally, he stood in front of the sword.

"Only by incarnating as a more terrible demon can we defeat that evil demon. I... It's time to fulfill my destiny. ”

As he spoke, Arthas raised his hand and grabbed the longsword that was filled with cold light, and at that moment, a deep voice suddenly sounded deeper into the cavern.

"Stand back! Alsace. Minahir... What lies before you is a heavy fate that does not belong to you..."

Tyrion in black hideous armor. Dawnblade slowly stepped out of the dark aura, his left hand holding the hilt of the Ember Bringer, the heavy sword of darkness in his hand, a hint of seriousness and a hint of sarcasm in his ice-blue eyes on his masked and thin face.

"Listen to me, go back, young king..."

"You've gone too far on this road to despair."