Angma Morning Star.

In the north of the Eastern Continent, this name is known to everyone. With the beginning of the Third War, this young blood elf became more and more famous, and its greatest achievement was undoubtedly to eliminate the rifts between the clans and allow the clans to unite under the same banner to fight against the darkness.

Three months ago, Angma Morningstar, who had just become the great magician of Quel'thalas, disappeared mysteriously during his mission to the Storm Kingdom.

No one knew what Angma had experienced in the past three months, but he knew that when he returned, he was completely different from before, and he was riding a black dragon that had just been conquered.

When people learned that this black dragon was the daughter of the Deathwing named Onyxia, who was also the one who controlled the government affairs of the Storm Kingdom for thirteen years before, leading the southern lion to participate in the coalition of various tribes, and gradually spread the influence to the Countess Katrana Presto, who was in the north, the shock in his heart was so intense that it was too strong.

Under Onyxia's accusation, various ethnic groups arrested batches of criminals who committed anti-racial crimes, including Bad, who assassinated the former leader of the Lordaeron survivor, and a large number of senior officials from all ethnic groups and countries.

Surprised that the Black Dragon Princess had corrupted her ruling core without knowing it, the leaders of all races were also quite grateful.

If Angma had not returned in time, not only would the blood elves and Dalaran be severely damaged, but the scene that happened in the Storm Kingdom would also be staged in all ethnic groups and countries in the Eastern Continent. What's even more terrifying is that the king of the Storm Kingdom, Varian Wrien, the son of Ryan Wrien, who is known as the southern army, would have encountered an unexpected situation.

Although the fleet on the mission to Theramore was attacked, fortunately Angma stopped the tragedy in time. Varian Wrien was not injured, but was just a little scared and had already returned to China for rest under the escort of Theramore.

Because the orcs of Kalimdor are preparing for war with Theramo and the night elves, they are preparing to resolve the recently increasingly agitated Qila Zombie people and sign the peace agreement once and for all.

...

The defense line on the south bank of Lake Lordamir.

A middle-aged blood elf wearing a royal consultant's uniform with a wax seal in his hand came hurriedly, his eyes crossed the defense line covered with trenches and traps, glanced on the river beach for a long time, and finally found the target and walked over quickly.

"Where is the prince?" It's still far from the royal guards, and the middle-aged elites began to wave their letters, "Governmental documents from Quel'thalas."

"Master Saradre." The captain of the guard saluted respectfully, then pointed to the river beach. The middle-aged blood elf called "Sarradre" followed the direction pointed out by the other party and squinted his eyes.

His high prince, dressed in a regular costume, stood by the water. Beside him, there was a blood elf who was nearly a head shorter than him but had a head full of white hair. The two seemed to be talking to something, and His high prince nodded sometimes and sometimes made thoughts.

"Who is that person?" Saradre couldn't help asking.

"Great Magician."

"What? Hasn't Angma been missing for a long time? Besides..." Saradre said in surprise, looking at the white-haired blood elf beside the prince, it was difficult to associate this person's image with Angma, the former prince's consultant who had worked with him for several years.

The news of Angma's return has not been returned to Quel'thalas, and the royal adviser knows nothing about it.

"I just returned this morning and have been talking to His Royal Highness there for several hours."

Maybe it was because he had been wearing armor for too long and was tired. The captain of the guard looked around and saw that no one noticed this, so he relaxed his standing posture as straight as a benchmark, leaned against Saradre's ear and whispered: "Sir Saradre, do you know that when the great magician just returned, it caused a huge uproar."

Saradre couldn't help but become interested. He looked at the government documents in his hand, thinking that he had to wait for His Highness to sign, "Tell me."

"You absolutely wouldn't have imagined..."

...

Meanwhile, by the river beach.

After listening to Angma's story, Kelthas shook his head and sighed: "I can't believe that these short three months are actually a long one.3 million years for you."

"I feel incredible about it too." Angma replied with a smile.

Kelthas stared at the water, speechless. After a long time, he suddenly turned his head to look at Angma and asked, "So... are you the prophet who appeared like a ghost in the ancient legend of Quelthalas? Are those legends true?"

Angma doesn't agree.

Kelthas laughed silently and looked up at the heavens, saying, "What should I call you?... Should I guide my ancestor Das Rema to the east and found the great prophet of the Kingdom of Quelthalas, or the little consultant who followed me."

Countless things experienced at the end of the universe of time, scenes passed by Angma before his eyes, and he sighed: "Nothing in this world makes me feel more relieved than returning to my hometown. I am still me, Your Highness, and I am the prophet, and I will always be Angma Morning Star."

Kelthas laughed happily.

After the laughter subsided, he took a deep breath, and his expression became solemn. He turned his body slightly and stroked his right hand on his chest. He said with great graveness: "Whether you are a prophet or my most trusted consultant, I must say...Thank you for everything you have done for Quel'thalas and for our people."

In the afterglow of the sunset, the figures of the two were pulled long.

"After revealing Onyxia's conspiracy, the war between us and the Forgotten Ones was avoided. In addition, I heard that the night elves of Kalimdor are also preparing to launch a war against the Chilazon people. What do you think about the current situation?"

"I will go to meet Sylvanas and tell her about this. The coalition forces only need to concentrate on preparing for the Northern Expedition. After Amqira successfully recovers, the tribes, night elves, five-colored dragons, ancient guardians and their creatures will fight with us in the Northern Expedition and completely end the Scourge."

"I hope we can finish the Lich King smoothly."

Angma smiled, "Your Highness, compared to the great wars that spread countless star fields at the end of the universe, everything in Azeroth is just a little ripples on the water. Our real journey is far away in the sea of ​​stars."

...

The land of ghosts is a land of disasters and difficulties.

Once upon a time, the high elves lived carefreely on this land. The runestones in the south and the Bandinor barrier that protected the entire border of Quel'thalas, guarded them from all external invasions.

But during the Second War, orcs invaded here. The enslaved red dragon burned a large forest with flames, and countless casualties were killed and injured. In just over ten years, the iron hooves of the Scourge Corps once again stepped through the gates of Quel'thalas, completely destroyed the extremely glorious demonic French, and completely reduced the Yongge Forest in the South to death, becoming a ghost place with no vitality and wandering with souls of the victims who have no way to rest.

A few years ago, most of the undead here were all damaged by the wrong decisions of Dalkan Delahir who was ordered by the Lich King to control the place. In the southern mountains, the undead fortress called Desom, which was built by Dalkan, was completely flattened before it played its due role.

Time passed by the beginning of this year. As the Lich King was severely damaged, Arthas moved his troops back to rescue him. The civil war in Lordaeron greatly weakened the control of the Scourge's control over the wandering undead. The blood elves finally took the opportunity to expel all their elites, wiped out the unfamiliar wandering undead left in the Ghostland, and completely recaptured the area.

But unfortunately, the blood elves failed to find a way to completely eliminate corruption, so they had to arrange personnel to patrol here, continue to carefully eliminate the dead that had been missed before, and hope that one day it would restore the land to life.

Walking on the path to Fengxing Village, the hatred in Sylvanas's heart surged like a surging wave.

"Mr. Queen, I still think that we shouldn't go deep into the territory of the blood elves like this, this may be a trap!" The Nathanos Wither, who followed her, was still trying to convince the Banshee King.

And the other followers...

The Ranger General who was always with the Kingdom of Quelthalas during his lifetime was resurrected after his death and was rescued by Sylvanas, the dark rangers who still chose to follow her. The selected ones who were the most loyal to the Banshee King and the most outstanding martial arts among the Forgotten Ones, as well as the Forgotten Throne Mages who teleported them here...

They all had the same worries and looked at Sylvanas worriedly, hoping that the Banshee King would change his mind and no longer take risks and return to the Undercity - after occupying the capital of Lordaeron, the Banshee King gave the city a new name.

"Stay here." Sylvanas ordered briefly.

"What?" Nathanos was stunned. "No, you can't be alone..."

Sylvanas suddenly stopped, looked back at his most loyal subordinate, and repeated without emotion: "I said, stay here."

Nathanos hesitated for two seconds and bowed to take the order.

Sylvanas continued to walk towards Fengxing Village and towards her home.

She didn't want to come at first, but after Wen Leisa's repeated requests, she still came. She succumbed to the kind of cold mind that emerged from her heart that warmed her cold mind uncontrollably, and her longing for family affection made her feel...

nausea.

Hate.

And he was deeply tortured by it.

But she came anyway.

In the situation where the Forgotten, the coalition forces of various tribes and their former compatriots, the blood elves, regardless of their subordinates' dissuasion, they only brought a small number of followers to the enemy's territory alone.

The last time we met was with the matchmaking of the blood elf named Angma Morningstar. At that time, Sylvanas decided to cut off all contact with Wenleza from then on and would never be trapped by family affection again.

But yes, she came anyway, and she didn't know why. Maybe it was really hard to cut off the last bit of concern.

From afar, she saw the familiar beautiful figure at the entrance of Fengxing Village.

Wenlesa Windrunner, the third-ranked sister in the Windrunner family, stood there, wearing a wide long skirt, combed her long silver hair into a ponytail and carried it behind her head, without any followers, quietly waiting for her arrival.

She is still as beautiful as before, Sylvanas thought.

Immediately afterwards, a strong sense of disgust emerged in her heart. For her, family affection has long gone. Her life will exist in order to destroy the Scourge and avenge Arthas. She is the leader of a community composed of the forgotten, regaining freedom, and free spirits who have the same hatred towards the Lich King and Arthas. Family affection is undoubtedly the most important thought that makes her fragile.

She is the king of banshees.

A person who is gradually moving away on the road to revenge should not have any family affection.

The moment he saw Sylvanas, Wenleza was very surprised and soon came to meet him, but was frightened by his sister's extremely cold expression, and stopped in the distance and hesitated.

"Tell me, what are you doing?" Sylvanas asked with his arms held back and without any emotion.

She noticed that her sister's long skirt seemed a bit abnormally wide, and Wen Leisa didn't like wearing such overly fat long skirts. It should be said that the three Wind Walker sisters who have been galloping in the golden forest of Quel'salas all their lives, no one likes this kind of clothing.

Before Wenleza answered, she said: "If you think you can mediate the war between the Forgotten Ones and the coalition forces of the tribes, you are wasting everyone's time. Go back."

Thinking of this, she felt very angry.

And this anger was unconsciously combined with the stupid perception of the living. Those stupid leaders of the coalition forces of various tribes regarded the Forgotten as an enemy just because of the incitement of a countess in the Storm Kingdom.

Sylvanas knew that the forgotten ones were indeed the coalition forces of all tribes, or the enemy of all living beings. Because life and death are separated, there is no possibility of peace between life and death.

But it shouldn't be now!

It was the actions of those stupid leaders that the Forgotten Ones could no longer successfully launch the Northern Expedition. The Lich King and his Scourge Corps were both severely damaged in the devastating spell not long ago. Sylvanas will miss the opportunity to avenge Alsace due to this war that should not have been there.

How stupid!

But she felt that the stupider thing was herself. Because she actually believed in the lie of the blood elf child who regained her freedom - Angma Morningstar. She naively thought that the forgotten could stand with the blood elf and the coalition forces of the tribes, and launch the Northern Expedition together to complete the great cause of revenge.

Sylvanas knew that Wenleza wanted to persuade herself to let go of unreasonable hatred and prevent the northern border from falling into the quagmire of war again. She also thought that the Northern Expedition was undoubtedly more important than dealing with the agitated Lordaeron's remnants.

But she couldn't do it. Could it be that the enemy had already stationed troops beside the bed, the defense line built and the range of the artillery raised were almost reaching her base camp, so would she still choose to ignore it?

"No, sister, I want to tell you... good news." Wen Leisa moved and approached.

Sylvanas wanted to warn her sister not to get closer, but noticed that Wenleza's steps seemed a little sluggish, as if she was sick and injured. She felt inexplicably nervous and couldn't help but worry about her and her last relative in this world.

Then she woke up and forced herself to abandon this emotion that would undoubtedly make herself vulnerable, sneering: "Good news? Did you come to me with the head of Arthas?"

"Sister, I'm pregnant," Wenleza stood in front of her, gently picked up Sylvanas's pale and cold palms, and placed them on his slightly raised belly.

Sylvanas then noticed that this was why Wenleza was wearing a wide robe. The moment she felt the pair of vital little lives in her sister's belly, she stood there and felt...

All the emotions that have been abandoned by me for a long time have come back.

Wen Leisa said with tears in her eyes: "I...I don't mean anything else... Dad, mom, eldest sister, and younger brother are all gone. Now I'm going to be a mother, I think I should share this good news with you. In this world, I have the only one, sister."

"I, I..." Sylvanas was stunned, speechless, feeling that the defense line set up in his heart for a long time collapsed in an instant, and even allowed Wen Leisa to spread her arms and gently embraced herself in her arms.

"I'm really, you're the only one." Wenleza cried in her ear.
Chapter completed!