Chapter 301 31. Go Home

The dwarf hero Ella Magicthread is missing.

Some say that she died in the radiation fog of Gnomeregan, others say that she was infected by radiation and became a leper dwarf and became a member of those rebels, but the dwarfs rescued by Ayla , they always had hope, they thought that Major Ella was just tired, she just didn't disturb anyone, and left quietly, somewhere in this continent, their hero might be helping others.

In short, the pain will always fade with the passage of time. With the help of the dwarves, those gnomes who survived struggled to start a new life on the cold surface of Khaz Modan, planning to take back their own city. Unwilling to face the tragedy of national destruction and family destruction, they left Khaz Modan and went to other alliance countries.

The arrival of these little people has injected new vitality into the Arathor Empire that is about to be rebuilt. A group born out of the Alliance but higher than the Alliance is about to rebuild on this land full of disasters. It seems to mean that a The dawn of a new era.

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

With the short letter left by her sister, the sad high-ranking mage Julie Magicthread also left Khaz Modan, without even seeing the statue erected by the dwarves at the entrance of Gnomeregan for her sister. She vaguely guessed what her sister was going to do, and before setting off to find her sister, she urgently needed more information about the undead and the world of Draenor.

And in Dalaran, there is also a questioning meeting about the accidental disappearance of Archmage Millhouse Manastorm in the Gnomeregan disaster, which requires her participation.

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

And the loss of Gnomeregan only represents the beginning of the troggs raging in the entire Khaz Modan area... These monsters from the same origin as the dwarves will become dwarves in the future. The most troublesome troubles will attract most of their attention, make their military strength become stretched, and make them and their human allies drift away.

And the spread of lycanthropy in the Kingdom of Gilneas has also become the biggest headache for the king and ministers. After nightfall, the whole country will become turbulent, even the capital area, there are signs of werewolves; in the territory of Alterac , the thieves group called Syndicate ushered in a wave of cleansing, the arrogant and incompetent noble leader was executed by the rebel subordinates, eliminating the cowardice in the system, this gray organization is growing rapidly in the disordered area.

Storms are also brewing in the seemingly peaceful Kingdom of Storms. The Stonemason Brotherhood has been in arrears for five months, and those nobles who are responsible for communicating with the workers have become more arrogant and impatient. Inside the sacred hall, the power struggle between Archbishop Benedictus and Privy Bishop Chaldea Morgan intensified.

Differentiation, weakening, cannibalization... This vicious circle with some dark intentions has appeared in Gilneas, Alterac, Khaz Modan and the Kingdom of Stormwind. As we said, before any disaster comes, there are other Weak signs, the time has come to test the vision of the leaders... If they can't stop these bad flames in time, then soon, the raging wildfire will burn them and their country.

Under the history, there is always an invisible black hand manipulating everything. When the black hand is no longer satisfied with hiding behind the scenes, it means that the era of real catastrophe is about to begin.

We will wait, watchers, we will wait as patiently as ever...

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Ayla's journey back to Draenor was long. Four years after the end of the Orc Wars, warlock spellcasters who manipulate dark forces are still banned by most countries in the Alliance, except in Dalaran, where they can be found in the sewers. In addition to the research in the sewers of China, in other countries, once discovered, warlocks will be executed as witches or wizards.

In the Gnomeregan dungeon, Lord Kur'taz wasn't trying to intimidate Ayla, in fact, he really had that power.

So Ayla had to carefully hide her identity. It took nearly half a month to reach the cursed land. The high-level knights who were looking for the tombs left in the orc war on the edge of the cursed land found After she revealed her identity, in a night of lightning and thunder, the door of darkness opened briefly, sending her into Outland.

Due to Ella's special status, she was "escorted" by four high-ranking knights, starting from the dead and silent Hellfire Peninsula, and finally came to the sky above the Shadowmoon Sea, which has become a beautiful emerald green bay.

That's where the Black Temple is.

"Da da da"

Ella's light footsteps sounded in the passage of the Dark Temple. Accompanying her to the rooftop palace was the new Chief Steward of the Dark Temple, Lord Lorwynn. This little nobleman from Elwynn Forest had already entered In order to fulfill his role, he was wearing a simple black tuxedo, the ghost's hair was combed meticulously, and he wore white gloves on his hands, looking refined.

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

Lord Lorwyn whispered to Ella:

"So you are also my senior."

"Yes, when I was here, this palace hadn't floated in the air. It was even more magnificent and expansive than it is now. It is located at the end of Shadowmoon Valley, like a sleeping behemoth ruling the land."

Ella glanced over the newly decorated steps of the temple, and there was a touch of nostalgia in her voice:

"I've been here for 3 years. It's like my home. It's weird, isn't it? A living person, adapting to this quietness that seeps into the soul. When I return to the world of the living person again, in every When I dream back at midnight, I will feel that this is my home."

"Of course, who wouldn't?"

Lord Lorwen smiled: "Although I have only lived here for 6 months, I also regard this place as my home... His Majesty Tyrion values ​​you very much, Ms. Ella, even in sleep, After hearing the news of your arrival, he still arranged this meeting. This is a little personal curiosity of mine. How did a living person occupy such an important position in the Dark Blade Knights? Would you like to answer me? Are you curious?"

The ghost butler's question made Ella silent for a moment. When she stepped onto the last step of the rooftop, she whispered:

"I am not important, Mr. Steward, the reason why Tyrion values ​​me so much is because... I am a traitor, I betrayed him, I am the first member of the Dark Blade Knights to betray this system since its establishment Traitor, that's all."

This answer made Lord Lorwen's eyes widen. In front of his eyes, Ella adjusted her hood and stepped onto the roof. She looked back at the ghost butler and said softly:

"Now, I'll make amends."

The dwarf walked into the rooftop with dark stone pillars. To her surprise, there was another living person here. It was a little Draenei girl in a skirt. On the edge of the throne covered with thick ice, those irregular ice thorns were repaired, and judging from the flames wrapped around the shovel, this little girl was not an ordinary person.

Judging from the scattered ice cubes beside the throne, it is obvious that she has been doing this "work" for a long time.

"Yeah, it's done!"

A few minutes later, Dornan stood up and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She took a step back, crossed her hips, and looked at her results with satisfaction. Around the throne where her father slept, the ice thorns that affected the overall appearance had been removed. She rubbed it off with her own hands.

"It'll look better, dad, and you'll be more comfortable sitting there...you're welcome, it's what I should do."

The little girl smiled triumphantly. She put away her small shovel, clumsily climbed onto the cold throne, and then leaned into Tyrion's arms that were separated on both sides of the armrest, like a child being held by her father. like girls.

"Dad, when will you wake up? I want you and mom to take me to Nagrand to play...Mr. Lorwen hates him the most. I hate him and the noble etiquette he taught..."

She muttered a few words, then shook her head, changed to a more comfortable position, and fell asleep so deeply. From the beginning to the end, the little girl didn't find Ella hiding behind the stone pillar.

"After you left, the world has changed a lot... Ira, I thought I would never see my "loyal" housekeeper again."

Tyrion's deep and hollow voice suddenly sounded in Ella's heart, causing the dwarf to raise her head suddenly. She saw the Dark Blade King sitting on the black steel throne, whose whole body and the throne were frozen. He didn't wake up, but Ella knew that the king had never really fallen asleep.

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

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

"Call me Tyrion... As the first batch of old members to join Dark Blade, you have this qualification."

Tyrion interrupted Ayla, his hollow voice rolling in the dwarf's heart:

"I feel it, Ella, your body is full of dark magic, you have become a warlock, it seems that you were not idle when you were in the dark temple, you were absorbing knowledge and power, and let They are used by you, which is very good, I did not misunderstand you, then, how is your life in the world of the living? Why do you want to come back?"

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

"I left Dark Blade because I feel that I am a living person. In the choice between life and death, I should stand on the side of life, but I was wrong, Your Majesty."

"When I went back to the world of the living, I couldn't fit in there, it was full of meaningless noise, everyone said to live well, but in fact they were wasting their lives every day, People are bickering over petty things, never thinking of contributing to a greater cause, squandering their talents, and a little leftovers are enough to make them feel... happy."

"The leaders are cowardly and incompetent. Even in the face of disaster, they don't have enough strength to protect those who follow them. The society that once represented civilization in my eyes was assembled in a chaotic and ridiculous way. Any setbacks, It is enough to make that chaotic system collapse in an instant, and what is even more unbearable is that they are satisfied with everything they have created, and they are unwilling to move forward!"

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

"As you said, I have seen the weaknesses that life cannot hide. Under their ignorance, stubbornness, cowardice, and untimely arrogance, their hearts are full of fear. They are not brave enough, not united enough, they have no direction, they are blind ...I try to talk myself into reintegrating into them, but I can't...I don't fit in the world of the living anymore."

"So, you made a choice?"

Tyrion's voice softened a little:

"You chose us again?"

"I don't dare to hope to rejoin Dark Blade. I come here with the firmest determination. I only hope that my betrayal can be forgiven once. For this reason, I am willing...I am willing to give up my life completely and truly become yours. followers of..."

Ayla's voice sounded sincere, but a moment later, Tyrion refused the request:

"You're lying, Ella...you try to hide it from me, but the high-sounding words can't change the real purpose of your coming here. Are your accusations about life to please me? You cunning dwarf...you You're here for Rumi, aren't you?"

Ella's body trembled a bit, but finally, she nodded silently.

"I hurt her feelings, I betrayed our friendship, and you are right, I did come for her."

"Then, I don't have the power to decide whether to forgive you. Go to Lumi, she has the final decision. If she decides to accept you again, then I will have no objection."

Tyrion's voice sank little by little, Ella nodded silently, she stood up, turned and left the platform, at the moment she entered the shadow, Tyrion's voice once sounded in her heart .

"Welcome home, Ella."

The dwarf's footsteps stopped, her body trembling, although maybe it was just a polite way, but Tyrion's words made her feel a strange warmth, she hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and quickly Step down the roof.

Shrouded in shadows, on the cold throne, the Dark Blade King is still sleeping, as indifferent as before, but in his arms, there is a little girl who sleeps soundly.