"The plants of this land are being activated abnormally, and they seem to be endowed with some kind of consciousness."

Uther, the Grand Knight on his horse, looked out over the city of Silvermoon in front of him, which was being covered in overgrown vegetation little by little as the prince escorted the last civilians out of the city with Quel'Thalas's army.

On the ancient city walls, which bear the glory of history, between the cracks of those stones, new grass stalks are spreading, like invisible big hands, covering a carpet of plants on this ancient city.

This is the power of nature, but everyone has never seen nature devour everything that civilization has built in such a "crazy" manner, at the edge of the sea in Silvermoon City, in the court of the sun that bears the endless majesty of the Sunseeker family, those ornate and priceless ornaments are covered with plants growing all over the ground, and even the strongest masonry cannot resist the awakening of life from the ground.

The sun still shines in the sky, but from now on, on this land, it is no longer the High Elves who enjoy the warmth of the sun... The masters of this land are no longer them.

"They don't stop so easily."

The Grand Knight took the reins of his horse and took one last look at Silvermoon City, which was about to be completely buried in the forest by the Green Scourge, and this magnificent city that was about to be lost may not be discovered again until a hundred or ten years later.

"When I close my eyes, I can hear the whole Eternal Song Forest roaring, the trees are responding to this strange life energy, we can't stay here, this forest is not safe anymore, we have to return to Stratholme and tell the king and the emperor the news, we must be prepared in advance, and the undead... Hell the undead of the North! ”

"May the cursed dead be buried in the hell of this plant."

The dwarven paladin Kurtaz, who was following Uther, spat viciously on the ground, and he turned to the Grand Knight and said:

"Leader Uther, don't you suspect that these undead from the north have something to do with that Tyrion guy?"

"Kurtaz, my brother, frankly, I also suspect that there is a connection between them."

Uther, as he drove his horse towards the forest behind, whispered:

"Their identical life forms make people have to be suspicious, but here's the problem, when you are fighting those undead in Silvermoon City, you can also feel the cold and huge will that shrouded in their bodies, formless and insubstantial, but it is definitely not Tyrion..."

The Grand Knight touched his beard, and said with some apprehension:

"Obviously, these Northland undead have another leader, and besides, we don't have any information at hand, and if we want to know the details of the Northlands undead, we'd better ask the Draenei, who have been living on Northrend for years... Maybe they'll have some information there that we need. ”

"The Draenei... Frankly, I don't trust the hoof people much. Did you notice that they resemble the demonic spies that Dalaran caught... Is this a coincidence? ”

The dwarven paladin grabbed his beard and whispered:

"I don't think so."

"Well, Kurtaz, I know you're doing it for the good of the Empire, but in this eventful time... Don't say that. ”

The Grand Knight waved his hand to stop the dwarf's speculation, a hint of worry flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, and the paladins on their horses sped across the increasingly unsettling forest, and they were about to rush to the camp at the junction of the Eternal Song Forest and the Southern Forest, where Prince Kael'thas and the refugees of Quel'Thalas were staying.

That's a huge migration, and in the current strategic situation, it's inevitable that the Empire will take in these homeless elves, and the Empire will need the magical powers of the elves of Quel'Thalas, but where to place them is a matter of urgency.

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On the other side, while the elves are evacuating from the Eternal Song Forest, which is no longer safe, in the mountains south of Quel'Salas and Stratholme, the rescue team of the Darkblade is resting here, waiting for Tyrion's return, to be precise.

"The Morning Seeker is gone?"

Myra walked up to Kishan, who was serving as a scout, and asked in a whispered voice:

"When did he leave?"

"As soon as we entered the mountains, the strange blood elf had the intention of leaving, and after making sure that the Blood Mistress was safe, he left alone towards the north, and I suspect he went back to Quel'Thalas."

Carrying the sniper rifle he had ordered in his weapons lab in the Black Iron District, Kishaan said to the Blood Lord:

"I didn't stop him, Your Majesty said that all high-level undead are free, and we won't force others to join the gang, right?"

"That's what I said..."

Melamo rubbed her chin and looked at the Blood Mother with some concern, who had closed herself off from all consciousness, she was still trapped in the Blood Gem, which looked fragile, but it was the embodiment of the Mother Mother's power, and no one present could be sure of separating it.

"But Salorian is the first and only blood servant of the master mother after all, and once something goes wrong with him, the chain reaction..."

"You're thinking too much, Myra."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Kishaan leaned against the trunk of a tree and swallowed the fog as he said:

"That elf is very powerful, and most importantly, he exudes a murderous aura all over his body, you are not his opponent, as long as he doesn't take the initiative to seek death, no one in Quel'Salas can keep him."

"Alas, what I'm afraid of is that he will take the initiative to seek death... When I was a member of Silvermoon City, I had heard of Salorian's infinite loyalty to the Sun King, and now that this is the case, it's hard to say if he will... Wait, who's that? Kishan, look over there, isn't that? ”

Myra touched Sentinel's shoulder with his arm, who set up his sniper rifle, and with the support of the High Power telescope, he saw three people trudging in this direction on another hill, and after a moment, he lowered his sniper rifle and nodded to Myra.

"That's right, one of them is the Morning Seeker, one is Your Majesty, and the last one I haven't seen, but a High Elf with a crown, it seems that it is also Sarein."

"Hmm... I can probably guess who it is that can make the Morning Seeker take the initiative to follow. ”

Myra waved her finger and motioned for Kisharn to relax, and ten minutes later, the three men walked slowly into the makeshift camp in the light of the night, Myra and her party stood in front of the Blood Master's gem and bowed to Tyrion, the Lord of the Blades ignored them and walked straight to the blood gem of his wife's incarnation.

He half-knelt on the ground, stretched out his fingers, and gently stroked the crystal clear blood gem in front of him, his ice-blue eyes were full of tenderness, and behind him, the two newly added blood lords watched the scene in front of him silently.

"The operation against Aurelia is probably the stupidest decision I've made in 10 years."

Restore young Anastarian. The Sunstrider stood calmly behind Tyrion, his appearance had completely shed his old age, but there was undisguised exhaustion in his blood-red eyes mixed with pale gold, and he whispered as if apologetic:

"In my purer mind, maybe this adventure is more about politics, but if I had to make another decision, I would still choose to do it... It was a stupid decision for you to let her come back in the first place, and to be honest, I don't quite understand how you can make such an emotional judgment in your capacity? ”

"I'm not a leader like you, Sun King."

Tyrion stroked the blood gem in front of him and whispered:

"I seldom make decisions based on absolute reason, and my subordinates do not obey me because an action is good for us but goes against their bottom line... It was like Aurelia's adventure, and I knew the risks involved, but when I saw the determination in her eyes, I knew I couldn't stop her. ”

"I couldn't refuse her until I almost lost her, the world is really too ugly, so ugly that it won't leave even a little warmth to the dead, but this crisis has really taught me something, for those I value, my protection for them is far from enough."

Tyrion stood up, his palms glowing blood-red, his eyes turning completely blood-red, and he said in a voice so faint that only he could hear:

"I'd rather lose it all than lose you again..."

Drops of blood slipped from Tyrion's hands, and the blood with the power of the same origin was like the hottest fire, and the moment it came into contact with the cold blood gem, the crystal clear outer shell began to "melt".

The shards, the melted shards, were like the most active blood, floating in the air drop by drop, and then merging into the bodies of Tyrion and Aurelia, it was heavy, and he could feel the emotions in his wife's heart, which was painful.

It's not because other people hurt her, it's because she wantonly hurts other people... That's not what she wanted to see, she was always so kind.

The pain, the pain she had to carry after she woke up, the blood and death caused by her, all of this was so heavy that she didn't want to wake up, unwilling to face the cruel reality.

"My Aurelia, it's time to wake up."

Tyrion hugged his wife, he stroked his wife's long blood-red hair, he whispered, like singing a lullaby to a child, this scene made everyone else put down their work, quietly watched, looking at their majesty and queen, this should be the most cruel and terrifying couple in the eastern continent.

But in the face of Tyrion's call, Aurelia felt as if she had fallen into the deepest slumber, she was like a sleeping beauty, unable to hear any outside sounds.

"Hey, girl, listen to me..."

Tyrion whispered in her ear:

"I've had nightmares too, in my dreams it's me hurting other people, our nightmares are as heavy, we have to learn to carry it, the blood that sticks to our hands, the past can't be changed, so... We need to find an opportunity to become better than we used to be, to be better people, to shape a better world..."

"But all of this requires you to wake up first, I will face it with you, I will share those pains with you, I am by your side, when you turn back in the sea of corpses and blood, you can see me, I am there, I will not leave."

Aurelia's eyes rolled under her eyelids, and she could see that she heard Tyreon's voice, but she still couldn't wake up, as if a deep nightmare was haunting her, forcing her from her deepest nightmare.

"Sister, I was wrong."

Laras. Windranger came out of the crowd, knelt in front of Aurelia and grabbed Aurelia by the wrist with both hands, and he wept silently:

"I know what I've done hurt you, please wake up, sister, give me a chance to make amends, wake up, please!"

Winresa and the frail Sylvanas also walked to Aurelia in the company of their respective lovers, and the last of the Windrangers gathered in the nameless valley, as they had once been children.

"Aurelia..."

Tyrion grabbed his wife's hand, he lowered his head, and whispered:

"You are the only light in the darkness that shines on me, you make a broken soul whole, you give me the confidence and strength to challenge the world, you give me the opportunity to do the right thing, I need you to be by my side, I need you to pull me back when I am lost in the darkness... Dornan is waiting for you, our daughter, waiting for you..."

"Wake up, don't sleep, good, it's time to open your eyes."

"Hmm"

The next moment, the Blood Lady floated to the surface like a drowning person, her whole body trembled, forcing her to take a deep breath, she opened her eyes blankly, and saw that Tyrion had regained her ice-blue eyes and thin cheeks, and she subconsciously opened her arms and hugged her husband tightly.

It's like a frightened child.

"They... I can see them, Tyrion, they're crying beside me, I'm with my own hands... I killed them with my own hands, and I became a monster ... I've become the monster you hate the most, I don't want to, I don't want to do it, it's all my fault, it's all my fault... I shouldn't, shouldn't have come back here, I shouldn't..."

"Good, it's all over, it's okay."

Tyrion hugged his wife and stroked her back to calm her down, and the other Windrangers stood aside, looking at the awakened eldest sister, while Winlessa and Sylvanas both had a flash of worry in their eyes, and they both saw the extremely unstable mental condition of the eldest sister.

"Kid... There was a child, she was terrified, and she... Where is she? ”

Aurelia asked with a shudder, and Tyrion turned his head to look at the blood maids beside him, and under his gaze, Kordana quietly stepped away, revealing the dirty little High Elf girl behind her.

The only little girl who survived the night of the Corona Village disaster.

Aurelia turned around and saw the girl with a glazed gaze, and it was clear that she had been frightened by that ultimate catastrophe and had not been able to wake up until now.

With Tyrion's support, a weakened Aurelia walked up to the girl, she crouched down and stretched out her hand, trying to touch the child, but at the moment when her fingers were about to touch the girl, the little girl cried out, her green eyes were full of horror, she fell to the ground tremblingly, grabbed the dirt with both hands, and threw it at Aurelia.

Apparently, she recognized Aurelia, the culprit who killed everyone she knew well.

In the face of the dirty dirt, Aurelia did not dodge or dodge, let the dirt fall on her, she half knelt on the ground, looking at the little girl in front of her, her blood-red eyes were full of tears, half of the blood:

"I'm sorry, kid... I..."

"Mastermother, we have found out, this child's name is Sarandia, she is an orphan in Corona Village, you did not kill her parents, in fact, her parents died long ago when the orcs invaded."

Kordana bent down to try to pick up Aurelia, and she whispered:

"You don't owe her anything, on the contrary, you spared her..."

"Nope! No... I owe her a lot, I owe Quel'Salas a lot. ”

Aurelia shook off Kodana's hand, and she took the trembling little girl into her arms, and in the midst of the constant slapping of her dirty little hands and the roar of the little beast, the Blood Mother forcibly picked up the little girl, and she turned back and looked at her husband with crying pear blossom and rain eyes, and she said:

"This is our second daughter... Tyrion, whether you agree with her or not, I will raise her. ”

"I've always learned not to reject you."

Tyrion shook his head and looked at the others:

"I have no opinion, this child will be my daughter in the future, do you agree?"