Up, down, up, down…

There was a slurry in my head and darkness in front of me. Angma only felt that the whole world was rising and falling quickly, and the feeling of tightness came from her waist and back, and the chest and abdomen were hurt by something.

The nearly stagnant mind began to work, and Angma recalled the last scene before her coma...

With the intervention of external magic, the teleportation spell of Violet Castle undergoes an unexpected change. A dangerous space crack suddenly appeared, tearing apart the magician colleague who fought side by side with him. Without giving him any time to react, he swallowed him in.

"Space crack..."

There are many reasons for the occurrence of space cracks. Basically, the barriers of the physical world are torn apart by a huge amount of energy of some attribute. Anyone who falls into it is equivalent to entering a land without a place, with an extremely dangerous and extremely dangerous portal along the way.

No one knows where the final destination of the "portal" will be. It may be hundreds or thousands of kilometers away from its original location, or it may be a lifeless cold universe. The most terrifying thing is... falling into the turbulent flow of time and space.

There is the chaotic end point of time and space, and it is completely impossible to speculate with common sense to subvert all the disorderly existence of people's cognition of the material world - of course, this is just a theoretical speculation made by the mages based on their superficial cognition of time and space. No one knows whether it exists or not.

"Have I survived?" Angma knew that he was not dead, and his slowly recovering senses clearly told him that he was still alive, but another question arose in his heart, "Prince... have they escaped?"

The body's perception gradually recovers.

He found that he was tied tightly to a big guy with a rope. The feeling of ups and downs in the world was because the big guy was running fast.

He wanted to open his eyes, but his soft and weak body did not respond at all.

"Whose back am I on?"

A series of questions came to his mind, and at this moment he suddenly felt the wind blowing, with a unique salty and moisture smell inside.

Is the sea breeze...

He soon felt the cold again, but there was always a stream of energy in his body exuding warmth. It not only dispelled the cold, but also awakened the vitality that seemed to have been sleeping for centuries, allowing his power to recover bit by bit.

Holy Light?

Angma immediately identified that someone was using sacred spells to heal himself. The fluctuations unique to the divine energy and the feeling of being comforting to the senses are unique.

Listening is gradually recovering.

The big guy carrying him was long and his breathing was very rhythmic, without any disorder. It seemed that this kind of big stride was completely insignificant for him.

The balance is back.

The big guy's body seemed to be in a downward shape that was completely unfavorable to running, and every step was extremely soothing. Angma stayed on his back very comfortable. The rope was a little tight, and the big guy's body odor was a little heavy.

Angma noticed the kindness of the big guy.

At least this means that the person who found him should have no evil intentions.

There were footsteps coming from around the soft grass, and there seemed to be more than one person.

One of them may be wearing heavy armor. Angma heard the itchy scratching sound of the armor joints when they were moving. The other person's steps were much lighter and a little stiff, completely different from the lightness unique to women. It should be caused by too little weight.

"We'll be here soon." A young voice said, coming from the "Hongjia".

Common language, male, and also Lordaeron accent!

Angma was delighted, and her heart was relieved.

All kinds of sensory clues are combined together. If what he expected is good, he feels that he should be located in the coastal area in the northern part of the Eastern Continent.

It is not the Tyrisfalinland, the Silver Pine Forest, nor the Stansom region. Those three places are colder than here.

It should still be in the Hillsbrad Hills.

Very lucky.

About five minutes later, the speed of the guy was filled up, Angma was taken into a wet and quiet space, and echoes of footsteps began to come from all around.

A cave?

The big guy walked through the inside for a long time, and finally someone heard a voice from afar. It was still a human or a Lordaeron accent.

"Another survivor?"

"Blood Elf? How is he? Is he seriously injured?"

"No serious injury. The Archbishop has already checked it, there is no trauma, but a little exhaustion, and he will recover in three to five days."

"Wait, he is... Angma? I've seen him! It's so good. I didn't expect that he would survive, so I'll inform Lord Dassauhan immediately!"

"By the way, I'll go and bring the news to the blood elf! Leas will definitely be very happy when he learns it!"

Angma heard several familiar names. Archbishop, leader, Leas...

Archbishop refers to Archbishop Alonsos? Didn’t he conquer the artifact Saratas at the Monastery of North County? He is back?

As for the last two names, they represent two troops that failed to return in time and failed to catch up with the Battle of Dalaran. The Silver Hand and the four Blood Elves Squadrons where Captain Leas are located.

Did they meet?

"We didn't see any undead on the way back." A rough voice sounded in our ears, and it was the "big guy" carrying him on his back.

It's an orc, you can't be wrong. And it's an orc who speaks a not very fluent human language.

No wonder it smells... very wild.

Needless to say, he must be a member of the Frost Wolf clan. So, the Frost Wolf clan has also joined? Angma was somewhat relieved. A few days ago, Thrall and Draketar promised that if they could be accepted, the latter would lead the Frost Wolf to join the coalition forces and fight the Burning Legion with the coalition forces.

It seems that Drektal, the elder with a long-term vision, kept his promise.

"In the past few days you left, we have already reconnaissed Hillsbrad in the middle in detail. The undead have retreated to Dalaran and will not attack us in a short period of time."

This voice made Angma feel tighter - the undead retreated to Dalaran? Did the Scourge occupy it?

Where is the coalition forces? Where is the blood elves?

Angma only hoped that he would recover as soon as possible, and then when he opened his eyes, he happened to look at the prince's deep eyes. He hoped that the prince and the mages would escape, commanding the four magicians squadrons, united with the Silver Hand, Dalaran survivors and the Frost Wolf clan, preparing to counterattack the Scourge...

But he knew in his heart that the possibility was slim.

Someone gently untied Angma from the orc's back, carried it to a stretcher, and took him through the cave for a long time. During this period, he heard noisy conversations and the sound of the burning fire. It sounded like there were a lot of people.

Not long after, he was placed on a wooden bed with a rotten smell. The dense footsteps sounded, and many people walked in. Someone excitedly said, "The sunlight is on, I am Lord Angma!"

"We found his on the coast."

"Mr. Angma, can you hear us?" Several familiar voices rang in their ears, surrounding him and began to call his name.

Inside are Captain Leas, the Breaker, and Quinthas.

Angma wanted to open his eyes and see if Prince Kelthas was inside. But this damn weak feeling made him unable to even move his fingers.

"Is he seriously injured?"

"It's just a loss. I've had preliminary treatment. You can feed him some water now." A hoarse voice said.

Then Angma felt someone hugging his neck, and his right face was just pressed against two soft objects - so soft.

The slender fingers gently pinched his lips, and a circular thing pushed onto it, a water bag, and then...

"Slam" and the water poured into his throat, blocking the trachea tightly.

The suffocation suddenly came, and Angma almost choked and coughed violently.

This is not feeding water at all, it is about to kill people!

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The crisp female voice apologized and stood up. As a result, Angma's back lost support and her head hit the wooden board hard, making a "bang" sound, and was thrown to death.

After coughing for a long time, Angma recovered and slowly opened her eyes.

The strong light was dazzling, and he tried his best to adapt. The figure in front of him gradually became clear. A large group of people surrounded him, but without seeing a single face, the worries in his heart became stronger.

Drektar, the blind-eyed prophet of the Frost Wolf clan.

Saidan Dassorhan and Tyrio Fordine of the Knights of the Silver Hands, Archbishop Alonsus Fao, who returned to the world as the body of the undead.

Grand Lord Dalius Crore, the leader of the refugee of Gilnis.

Captain Leas, the captain of the Squadron of the Sword Breaker, Quinzas, Elrondan, and Olosalia, who admired him very much - she was the culprit who almost choked Angma to death, her hands were tightly tucked together, and her delicate face was also filled with a guilty smile.

"The Archbishop found you by the sea," said Dassauhan. "This is the Jasper Mine, the last stronghold of the coalition survivors."

Angma's eyes passed over the crowd and searched behind them again.

"Where is Your Highness?" he asked angrily.

The joy on Quinthas and others' faces were instantly diluted, and they looked at each other, wanting to speak but stopping.

"Say it!!"

"Sorry, Lord Angma. That battle... there is no other survivor except for you and the Magician Candyrius who returned earlier. During the half month of your absence, the Silver Moon Council mobilized all its strength to search for the whereabouts of the prince, sent many magicians to sneak into Dalaran, which had been occupied by the undead, and carefully investigated the traces of spells left by the accident..."

"Under the influence of evil energy, the Violet Eye exploded due to energy overload. No one survived the explosion of energy level. The five members of the Kenreto Parliament, His Highness, Lord Romans, Ms. Thereseta, and a group of high-level magicians, may..."

Quinthas shook his head heavily and stopped talking.
Chapter completed!