The nights in the Thousand Needles Stone Forest are warmer than in northern Xinjiang, after all, this place is closer to the central axis of the world, closer to the sun, and the climate is warmer.

Of course, you will never experience that gentle warmth in this Gobi, the hot wind here always slaps on your face with a touch of sand, this barren wind and sand makes this land have little water left on the surface, but fortunately, under the detection of magicians, a series of dark rivers hidden under the barren have been discovered one after another.

This land is not unsuitable for human life, but to live better here, you must first master the laws of this land, or change it in a rougher and more effective way.

But the current human pioneers don't have the ability to do this... They lack that ability to change the world, but perhaps, they won't always be lacking.

Humanity has been unlucky for so long, and it's time for a little bit of luck.

"Wow"

Once again, Arthas, who had insomnia in his pajamas, stood by the window, he pushed open the window and looked at the stars in the night sky overhead, as a native of Lordaeron, Arthas had hardly seen a landscape like the Thousand Needles Stone Forest, at first glance he would feel that this land was simply hopeless, but after adapting, he could feel the vastness and immensity of this land more and more.

Even people's thinking is affected by this vast and atmospheric landscape.

"Wow"

Another rough wind blew, and the fine grit of the wind slapped against the king's face as if a pair of hands were not gentle touching his cheeks.

And in that wind, there seemed to be another voice.

"It's time to go..."

"yes."

Arthas straightened up, moved his shoulders, and said to himself:

"It's time to go."

The young king took one last look at the silence of the night outside the window, and he reached out to close the window, and then went back to the bedroom, and after a rattle of ropes, the prince, dressed in armor and hood, came out of the bedroom, carrying a package on his back, and before leaving, he reached out and took a folded letter from his bosom.

He looked at the letter, took it in his hand, kissed it, and placed it on his desk.

At the moment when the candles in the house were extinguished, the king appeared outside the room, and before his eyes, the most loyal of Pharik and Marvion, were also dressed like kings, and after seeing Arthas come out, the two captains of the guard bowed slightly to the king, handed their weapons to the lord, and then the three figures disappeared silently into the night of the White Tower Harbor.

At the edge of the harbor, there is a pre-hired goblin merchant ship, a large ship large enough to cross the endless sea, which has been chartered by the young king, and will carry him to the northernmost part of the world, where Arthas will get something.

Of course, he will also lose something ...

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"Ma'am, this is something we have found, and it should have been left for you at the behest of His Majesty Arthas."

The next day, at the same moment when the leaders were about to go to the battlefield, one of the chamberlains of the royal family of Lordaeron delivered the folded letter to the hand of the **Shi Gianna, the ** Shi looked at the letter in her hand, she had a sense of foreboding, she looked at the squire, she asked:

"Where has His Majesty Arthas gone?"

"Well, according to Your Majesty's itinerary, he should be on his way to the Gray Valley now, where the scenery is very good, it is very suitable for His Majesty to recuperate for a few days, and we also want to thank you, Lady Gianna, and only you can persuade Your Majesty to put down his heavy work and rest for a while,"

The loyal attendant in front of him said with some concern:

"Your Majesty is more diligent than the old king, especially since we arrived in Kalimdor, and he has done everything about the people himself, but this is a terrible threat to his health."

"Well, I see, go and do your own thing."

Gianna nodded, and at her motion, the squire saluted, and quickly left.

"You really went to Ashenvale?"

The teacher looked at the belief in front of her, and she said to herself:

"It's not like the way I remember you would choose to relax..."

As she spoke, Gianna opened the letter, which did not look like it had been written improvised, but should have been prepared for a long time, and Gianna even saw different traces in the color of the font, which indicated that the letter should have been completed after several revisions.

This letter is more like a parting letter than a parting letter... Say goodbye.

This made Gianna's heart even more worried.

"To my dear Anna:"

"By the time you read this letter, I had already made my choice... I'm sorry I haven't told you about the illusions that have been churning in my mind for the last few months, because I don't want you, to worry about other people who care about me, please forgive me for my machismo, and when I return, you can hold me accountable as much as you want, I promise, I won't refute it. ”

"Vision?"

Gianna's eyes widened, and she inexplicably remembered the sound she had heard by the sea that night outside Whisper Harbor, but instinct told her that it shouldn't be the same thing.

So she went on.

"It was a strange vision, I don't know where it came from, but now that I think about it, it must have been after the retreat in Daronshire, that voice has been lingering in my head, and I have hidden a lot, including how I escaped from the undead that night, I am not reluctant to tell you the truth, in fact, I don't know."

"The last sight before I collapsed from exhaustion was the backs of the undead who could have easily killed me turning away... The undead of the Scourge, my Anna, have a force behind them, and now, that force is beginning to affect me. ”

"It repeatedly told me that in a distant land, there was a mission waiting for me, and it showed me that future, that cold, cruel future, with all sorts of visions in my dreams, and in my dreams I became and Tyrion. A monster like the Dawnblade, with the same power, in my dreams, I led my legions in a death battle against the undead of the Darkblade, and behind me... It's you who I've protected. ”

"I didn't go after it because of the power it promised, after so many things, I have come to understand very well that great power does not represent blessings, maybe it is just a curse, what really makes me determined is that I am in the will to protect, I have lost my father, I have lost my country, I cannot allow myself to lose you again... Lose those who silently follow me. ”

"So, I decided to embrace it."

These words were written very hard, and the marks of the pen even showed out of the paper, just looking at these words, Gianna could think of the moment when Arthas made up his mind, the painful decision, the will to sacrifice his future in exchange for a protective force.

But, that's not what Gianna wants.

As a mage, she knows better than anyone the nature of the dark forces that wander outside the world, and in Dalaran's library, there are countless stories left by her predecessors, showing how devastating changes and blows those uncontrollable forces can have on a person.

In Gianna's view, what Alsace is looking for is the most dangerous of them all... It is formless and insubstantial, and with a single touch, it can invade the mind of a paladin like Arthas and influence him continuously.

Even the "decision" that Arthas himself made, this great sacrifice, was not necessarily in the king's mind, perhaps only because he had been affected by that "voice" for too long, too deeply.

"Idiot!"

Gianna Huo Ran got up, she looked at the letter in her hand, and an indescribable anxiety echoed in her heart:

"You should have told me sooner... and Tyrian. The power of the Dawnblade, that's... That's the power of necromancy! You really are... Lose your marbles! ”

But Alsace's letter was not finished, and there were still the last few paragraphs.

"I don't tell you because I know you're going to stop me, you're always like this, using the calm mind of a true mage to predict the future, I like you like that, but sometimes, I feel like I should listen to instinctive persuasion once in a while."

"That voice is very evil, it's certainly not some light force, but some of its words make sense... Anna, we are facing a demon, a demon with an army of the undead that has swept across the Eastern Continent, and he has destroyed the empire that the Venerable Emperor of Lothar and our fathers have struggled to hold up without even using all his strength. ”

"It's cunning, it's cruel, it's vicious, it's crazy..."

"To defeat such an enemy, it is not enough to rely on the will of the soldiers, we also need to pay sacrifices... Noble and great sacrifice, incarnated as a demon, incarnated as a biterion. Dawnblade is an even more terrifying demon... Only then can we see hope for victory over him... That is also the path I have chosen for myself, and I will sacrifice myself in exchange for the future of human civilization..."

"Don't come to me... My dear, when I defeat Tyrion, I will come back and marry you... Pray for me, bless me. ”

"———— love your Arthas."

"Idiot !!"

A loud cry rang out from the room where Gianna was, and the sudden burst of ice magic froze everything in the room, Gianna looked at the letter in her hand, and a feeling of imminent loss of the most important person rose in her heart again, the last time she had such a feeling, it was when Tamred disappeared and Dai Lin died in battle...

She's going to lose Arthas.

"What do you say about being a demon... Idiot! Who would say such a thing as a normal person, not to mention, if you throw yourself into the abyss, will you be able to defeat that devil? ”

Gianna gripped her staff tightly, and in the shimmer of her form, her figure had vanished in place.

"You're just running away, Arthas, you're running away from this pressure, you idiot... I'm going to slap you hard, I'm still insisting, how can you give up..."

"I won't allow it! Not allowed!! ”

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"Huh?"

The prophet, far away in the northerly tundra, suddenly opened his eyes.

In front of his eyes, there is a meditation room full of Draenei style, this race of stars has been closely linked to gems since the day of its birth, so there are traces of gems everywhere in the "home" of this other world.

In Viren's meditation room, all kinds of gems, both from Azeroth native, and even from the distant world of Argus, which he brought from Draenor, sparkled with gems that drew a mysterious rune array on the dome of the house.

This is the circle that allows Viren's will to concentrate more on the future fragment.

Just now, the Prophet had completed a glimpse into the future, but what appeared before his eyes was a fragment of the future that he had seen on the merchant ship that had crossed the ocean when he first arrived in Azeroth years ago.

It wasn't Tyrion, but it also wielded the power of necromancy and wielded a black magic sword... By this day, Viren already knows who that back is...

Alsace. Minethil, the new king of Lordaeron.

But... How is this possible?

The old prophet looked at the purple gem in his hand, the future fragment brought by the soul song was not necessarily correct, he had known this for a long time, but the appearance of the same scene several times also meant that that kind of future was likely to appear.

He can't leave it alone...

Thinking of this, the old prophet stood up and picked up his staff from the side, he planned to personally go to the new frontier of the human empire and tell the leader of the human race... Wait, why tell the leaders of the human race?

Viren's footsteps suddenly stopped, and the rosary in his hand began to turn again, symbolizing that the old prophet had begun to think about some important questions.

"Even if I tell them, those young people don't have the ability to deal with it at this time, they can't stop Arthas, and this news will even directly cause an internal rift in the Human Empire, so to solve the problem, we have to get to the heart of this problem... No, no, no, no, shouldn't be told to humans. ”

The old prophet's gaze turned to the east, and he remembered the questions that he had pondered in his heart on the battlefield of Whispering Harbor when the Emperor of Lothar was killed in battle, and a light shone in his clear eyes:

"People who can solve problems... It's necromancy again, so, Tyrion, would you be interested in this news? ”