Midget hero Ella. The magic thread is missing.

Some say she died in the radiation fog of Nomorigan, others say she was infected by radiation, turned into a leper gnome, and became one of those rebels, but the gnomes who were rescued by Ella were always hopeful, they thought that Major Ella was just tired, she just didn't bother anyone, quietly left, and somewhere on the continent, their hero might be helping others.

In short, the pain will always fade with the passage of time, and those who survived with the help of the dwarves struggled to start a new life on the cold surface of Kazmodan, planning to retake their cities, and some gnomes did not want to face the tragedy of the destruction of their country, so they left Kazmodan and went to other countries of the Alliance.

The arrival of these little men has breathed new life into the soon-to-be-rebuilt Arathas Empire, a group born out of the Alliance, but higher than the Alliance, about to be rebuilt in this land full of disasters, which seems to signify the arrival of a new era.

"My sister, forgive me for not being able to say goodbye to you in person, as I said, my mission as the living is over, and I am going on a long journey to face the most painful memory in my heart, to face it, and to resolve it. Don't worry about me, live your life, maybe... Maybe we'll meet again one day. ”

With a short letter left by her sister, the grieving high-ranking mage Julie. The Magic Thread had also left Kazmodan, not even looking at the statue that the gnomes had set up at the entrance to Nomorigen for her sister, she had vaguely guessed what her sister was going to do, and she desperately needed more information about the undead and the world of Draenor before setting off to find her.

And in Dalaran, there is also a story about the ** division Milhouse. The interrogation meeting on Mana Storm's unexpected disappearance during the Nomorigen disaster requires her participation.

In short, although the disaster has passed, the imprint it left on everyone is far from dissipating.

And the loss of Nomorigen only represents the beginning of the wreaking havoc of the Stone Palate Monster in the entire Kazmodan region... These monsters, which are from the same origin as the dwarves, will become the dwarves' biggest headache in the future, attracting most of their attention, making their military power stretched and distancing them from their human allies.

And the spread of bestiality in the Kingdom of Gilneth has also become the most troublesome trouble for the king and ministers, and the whole country will become noisy after nightfall, and even in the capital area, there are traces of werewolves; In the kingdom of Alterac, a group of thieves known as the Syndicates has undergone a purge in which the arrogant and incompetent leader of the nobility has been executed by rebellious subordinates, and the cowardice of the system has been removed, and the gray organization is growing rapidly in the disorderly region.

Storms are brewing in the seemingly quiet kingdom of the Storm, the Brotherhood of Stonemasons is in arrears for five months, and the nobles who are responsible for communicating with the workers are becoming more and more arrogant and impatient. Morgan's power struggle has also intensified.

Differentiation, weakening, cannibalization... This strange circle with some kind of dark intent has emerged in Gilneis, Alterac, Kazmodan and the Kingdom of Stormwind, and as we have said, any calamity is preceded by its faint signs, and the time has come to test the vision of the leaders... If they can't stop these bad fires in time, then soon, the wildfires will burn them and their country to the ground.

Under history, there are always invisible black hands that manipulate everything, and when the black hands are no longer satisfied with hiding behind the scenes, it means that the real catastrophic era is about to begin.

We will wait, observers, we will be as patient as ever...

Ella's journey back to Draenor has been a long one, and four years after the end of the Orc War, the Warlock Caster who manipulates the dark forces is still banned from most of the Alliance, except in Dalaran, where they can study in the sewer-like gutter, and in other countries, if discovered, the Warlock is put to death as a witch or a wizard.

In the dungeons of Nomorigen, Lord Kurtaz is not trying to intimidate Ella, in fact, he does have that power.

So Ella had to carefully hide her identity, and it took nearly half a month to reach the Cursed Land, and the high-ranking knights who were looking for the remnants of the tomb in the Orc War on the edge of the Cursed Land found Ella, and after she revealed her identity, in the middle of a night of lightning and thunder, the dark door was briefly opened, sending her into the Outlands.

Due to Ella's special status, she was "escorted" by four high-ranking knights from the dead Hellfire Peninsula to the sky over the Shadow Moon Sea, which had turned into a beautiful turquoise bay.

That's where the Dark Temple is located.

"Da, da, da"

Ella's light footsteps resounded in the passages of the Dark Temple, and she was accompanied to the rooftop palace by the new Grand Steward of the Dark Temple, Lord Lorwin, a small nobleman from the Elwyn Forest who had fully entered his role, wearing a simple black tuxedo, the ghost's hair was meticulously combed, and he wore white gloves on his hands, looking polite.

"I heard that before my arrival, you were the steward of this magnificent palace."

Lord Lorvine whispered to Ella:

"So you're also my senior."

"Yes, when I was here, this palace was not yet in the air, it was grander and more expansive than it is now, sitting at the end of the Shadowmoon Valley, like a sleeping beast that rules the land."

Ella's gaze swept over the newly decorated temple steps, and there was a hint of nostalgia in her voice:

"I've been here for 3 years and it's like my home, weird, right? A living person, accustomed to this quiet that seeps into the soul, when I return to the world of the living again, and when I dream back every midnight, I feel that this is my home. ”

"Of course, who wouldn't?"

Lord Lorveen smiled, "I've only lived here for six months, but I also consider this place home... His Majesty Tyrion thinks very highly of you, Lady Ella, even when he is dormant, after hearing the news of your arrival, he still arranged this meeting, this is my personal curiosity, how a living person occupies such an important position in the Knights of the Dark Blade, would you like to answer my curiosity? ”

Ella's question silenced Ella for a moment, and as she stepped into the final flight of the rooftop, she whispered:

"I don't matter, Mr. Butler, the reason Tyrion thinks so highly of me is only because... I'm a traitor, I've betrayed him, I'm the first traitor to betray the system since the Knights of the Darkblade were founded, that's all. ”

This answer made Lord Lorwin's eyes widen, and before his eyes, Ella straightened her hood and stepped onto the rooftop, she glanced back at the ghost butler, and whispered:

"Now, I'm here to atone for my sins."

The gnome stepped into the rooftop where the dark stone pillars were erected, and to her surprise, there was another living being, a little Draenei girl in a dress, wielding a small shovel, repairing the untidy ice spikes on the edge of Tyrion's throne with heavy ice, and judging by the flames around the shovel, the little girl was no ordinary person.

And judging by the ice scattered on the side of the throne, it is clear that she has been doing this "work" for a long time.

"Ah, it's done!"

After a few minutes, Dornan stood up and wiped the sweat from her forehead, she took a step back, crossed her waist, and looked at her results with satisfaction, the ice spikes around her father's sleeping throne that had affected the overall beauty had been rubbed away by her own hands.

"It's going to look so much better, Dad, and you're going to be much more comfortable to sit on... No thanks, this is what I should do. ”

The little girl smiled triumphantly, put away her little shovel, and clumsily climbed up to the cold throne, then leaned into the crooks of Tyrion's arms that were separated on either side of the armrest, like a girl being held by her father.

"Dad, when are you going to wake up? I want you and Mom to take me to Nagrand to play... Mr. Lorvine hated it the most, and I hated him and the aristocratic etiquette he taught..."

She muttered a few words, then shook her head, changed into a more comfortable position, and fell asleep so deeply, the little girl did not notice Ella hiding behind the stone pillar.

"A lot has changed in the world since you left... Ella, I thought I would never see my "loyal" butler again. ”

Tyrion's low, hollow voice suddenly sounded in Ella's heart, causing the dwarf to look up sharply, and she saw the King of the Blades sitting on the black steel throne, his whole body and throne were frozen in ice, he didn't seem to wake up, but Ella knew that this king had never really slept.

Ella took a deep breath, stepped out from behind the pillar, and knelt down on one knee in front of Tyrion, she whispered:

"I'm back, Your Majesty, I..."

"Call me Tyrion... As one of the first veteran members to join the Darkblade, you have the qualifications. ”

Tyrion interrupted Ella, his hollow voice rolling in the gnome's mind:

"I feel it, Ella, your body is full of dark magic, you have become a warlock, it seems that in your spare time in the dark temple, you were not idle, you are absorbing knowledge and power, and making it work for you, this is good, I am not wrong about you, so, how are you living in the world of the living? And why do you want to come back? ”

Ella was silent for a few seconds, then lowered her head and whispered:

"I left the Dark Blade because I felt that I was the living, and that I should be on the side of life in the choice between life and death, but I was wrong, Your Majesty."

"When I go back to the world of the living, I don't fit in with it, it's full of meaningless noise, everybody says it's a good life, but in reality every day they waste their lives, people are arguing over trivial things, never thinking of dedicating a single ounce to a greater cause, squandering their talents, and a little scraps are enough to make them feel... Happiness. ”

"The leaders are cowardly and incompetent, even in the face of disaster, they do not have enough strength to protect those who follow them, and the society that once represented civilization in my eyes is put together in a chaotic and nonsensical way, and any slight setback is enough to make that chaotic system collapse in an instant, and what is even more unbearable is that they are satisfied with what they have created, and they are not willing to move forward!"

Ella took a deep breath, she raised her head and looked at the King of the Dark Blades in front of her:

"As you say, I see the weakness that life cannot hide, their ignorance, stubbornness, cowardice, untimely arrogance, and their hearts beating with fear, they are not brave enough, they are not united enough, they have no direction, they are blind... I tried to convince myself to reintegrate into them, but I couldn't... I am out of step with the world of the living. ”

"So, you made your choice?"

Tyrion's voice softened a little:

"You've chosen us again?"

"I don't dare hope to rejoin the Darkblade, I have come here with the strongest determination, I only hope that my betrayal will be forgiven once, and for that, I am will... I'm willing to give up my life completely and truly become your follower..."

Ara's voice sounded very sincere, but after a few moments, Tyrion refused the request:

"You're lying, Ella... You're trying to hide from me, but high-sounding words don't change the real purpose of your coming here, are your accusations about life to please me? You cunning dwarf... You're here for Lumi, right? ”

Ella's body shuddered for a moment, but eventually, she nodded silently.

"I hurt her feelings, I betrayed our friendship, you're right, I'm really here for her."

"Then, the right to decide whether to forgive you or not is not with me, go to Lumi, she has the final say, if she decides to re-admit you, then I will have no opinion."

Tyrion's voice grew muffled, and Ella nodded silently, she stood up and turned away from the platform, and the moment she stepped into the shadows, Tyrion's voice rang through her heart for a moment.

"Welcome home, Ella."

The dwarf's footsteps stopped, her body trembled, although maybe it was just a polite sentence, but Tyrion's words made her feel a strange warmth, she hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and walked quickly off the rooftop.

In the shadows, on the cold throne, the King of the Dark Blades was still asleep, as cold as ever, except that in his arms, there was a little girl who slept soundly. 2k reading web