"No way! He's older than me, how can he ......?"

"No, he's taken refuge in the Scourge Legion!Death has given him eternal life, and now he's even more powerful than he's at his peak!" Kael'thas opened the mirror image of the magic that Haduron opened, and there was no trace of blood on his face, and there were only two blue soul fires in his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, hundreds of elven rangers died in the sea of fire.

"No-no-no-it shouldn't be like this!"

5,000 years of hard work was ruined in one fell swoop. The feeling that a lifetime's work was about to be ruined was overwhelming, and Sylvanas was breathless.

She still holds the [Solidar* Star Fury], and she still holds a large group of people who have finally come under her command, but the old age of her body has worn away her courage and corroded her heart.

A voice kept ringing in her ears. It was a voice she would always remember—the owner of the voice was Anastrian* Sunstrider. It was from the hands of the Sun Chaser King who betrayed the High Elves that she snatched this kingdom!

"Do you feel it? Sylvanas! Do you feel what I felt back then? All my hard work has been burned! All the future has been forcibly deprived! There is nothing left but this old age and powerlessness!"

A feeling of weakness came, as if the blood in the whole body had been drained.

Sylvanas felt as if she had done it hundreds of millions of times, and she was so familiar that she couldn't do the bow drawing action like eating and drinking, and that trembling old feeling was rapidly corroding her heart.

"No! it's not me! it's not me—" Sylvanas found herself crying in her voice.

That feeling of powerlessness is simply the most terrifying torture for her who is always determined to forge ahead.

She can face the most terrible enemies without fear, but she can't face an aging self.

She can not care about her old face, but she can't face up to herself who can't even pull the bowstring.

She...... Trembling!

Anastrian's voice was magnetic and psychedelic: "Do you understand how I feel? I'm here to lead the elves better...... For the elves to have a better future......"

At this moment, Sylvanas was completely confused......

At the same time, in different dream realms, each intruder is tortured by conscience, justice, and faith.

In the Obsidian Sanctuary Dream, Onexia travels back in time and becomes an inconspicuous young dragon. His father tore her mother to shreds in front of her, and then one of the fingertips of his huge claws pressed hard against Onexia's back, causing her to tilt her neck hard to look up at the terrifying scene that was so large that it took over her entire field of vision.

The massive dragon's nose, sprayed with the breath of fire, the acid that had accumulated in Deathwing's chest dripping down the edges of the metal armor, converging into a stream, was approaching the young and helpless her.

She trembled, and finally could only bow her head and listen to her father's lesson.

It was the voice of the words that shook the entire sanctuary, and indeed the whole world.

"Fool! It's not a betrayal! It's just us Black Dragons breaking free from the cage those filthy Titans have given us!Guardian Dragons!?Fart!This damn duty restricts our freedom!We have to go through the permission of our 'duty' to do whatever we want!This isn't a guardian dragon at all, we're just slaves used by the Titans to watch the door!"

"The gods of Yogsaron are the original masters of this world! they are the greatest native gods. Titans or something, they're just a bunch of despicable invaders!"

"Look at you, Onexia! You have disgraced the face of our great Black Dragons! There is nothing to be ashamed of being a servant of the greatest Old Gods, but to be a tiny human mount!?Has your pride been eaten by slimes?Three thousand years ago, those humans were nothing more than jungle monkeys in animal skins!"

Onexia only felt that his body seemed to be getting smaller and smaller, and that his father was getting bigger and bigger, and he covered the sky with his black wings......

On the other hand, Vasqi dreams back 10,000 years, when she was the maid of Queen Azhara.

"Vaschi, you are guilty!" it was a voice like thunder. The perfect queen, the perfect face, but the words that represent judgment descend.

Almost subconsciously, Vaschi wanted to kneel!

And also...... In the royal palace of Lordaeron.

Tirio saw the past, and as a bystander, he watched how Terenus treated Arthas with indifference.

There is no affection, no forgiveness.

Some are just one seemingly unattainable goal after another.

There is no reward for working hard and achieving a goal, because that is a matter of course.

Failure to reach the goal is only the punishment of anger.

The only thing that comes to mind is responsibility!

An originally kind heart has actually been gradually distorted......

In different dreams, each challenger has different encounters. And Duke, as soon as he stepped into the dream realm, knew that Yugsaron was a bloody capital this time.

Because, he saw himself in an Internet café.

Every time I dream back at midnight, the memory that always comes back to me in the deepest part of my mind-

More than a dozen acquaintances, plus brothers and sisters from all over the country, formed a group of 40 people. In the voice group, he shouted hoarsely, commanded, screamed in the pain of annihilating the group, and finally toppled the boss after a lot of hardships.

I still remember that the first time I formed a group to fight the Molten Heart, he actually meowed out in front of the two molten giants at the door for a night......

I still remember that the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse have been stuck for two weeks, and almost every night is an eight-hour high-intensity wasteland...... When the boss fell, the entire Internet café boiled, as if the cold tap water instantly boiled to 100 degrees!

"Hahaha! It's over! It's over!!" Finally kill this boss!" Duke screamed, raising his hands in the air, but in the midst of joy, he suddenly had a question: "Where's my Aurelia?

"Are you stupid playing games?" "Good buddy Ah Guang laughed and scolded: "We are playing games......"

"Game ...... Duke's smile suddenly became bitter, because he saw that the mark on his retina for Ah Guang was clearly [Yogsaron's tentacles]!

Duke suddenly sighed: Yugsaron is worthy of being the most evil god who is good at drilling people's hearts. If it weren't for the System Elf, I guess I would have really thought of what happened to me in Azeroth as a dream from afar. When I truly believe that this is a dream, I will naturally betray all of Azeroth. Pity...... I can't go back! I'm Duke—I'm already an Azeroth demigod!

With a slightly bleak smile, Duke snapped his fingers.

Almost instantly, all the friends sitting next to Duke in the Internet café were lit like humanoid torches.