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How many days has it been? Jaina was lying on the rocking chair in her room, meditating with her eyes closed. She had never left here since she returned to Dara. Until now, she could not believe the fact that Alsace massacred the city. What kind of

Someone would do such a thing. Because of this, she was prohibited from leaving Dalaran, but it was only temporary. Antonidas personally issued such an order in order to protect her safety, but Jaina suspected that her father

Daelin was also involved. Just this morning, a Kul Tiran navy necklace was delivered to her. Jaina was stunned at the time. There was a mini anchor hanging on this silver necklace - Ku

Heart of Altiras! Jaina will never forget this necklace and knows what it means, but she still wonders why her father would give it to her.

During this period, she was completely "isolated" from the plague. Antonidas prohibited her from participating in all research, and even refused to let her enter the library, only allowing her to learn knowledge that she was already familiar with.

A raven was at her window. Jaina was surprised that she could only pass the time by observing this ominous bird. She stared for a while. Her eyes suddenly widened.

The bird began to transform and grow. In an instant, a raven turned into a tall standing figure. Jaina took a breath of air. Although she had seen such a transformation several times, she still felt incredible. Standing there

What she saw before her was the prophet she had met twice before.

"It's you!"

The prophet's face was covered, and Jaina could only see a mysterious smile on his face. It seemed to tell her silently that it was a pleasure to meet you. This was the third time she had seen him - the first time he was talking to Anthony.

Darth spoke, the second time with her and Nathanos.

"The end of this land is approaching. The dead will wake up, and the fate of many people will be changed."

His blunt words made Jaina shiver. "A lot of things did happen, but the people here are still able to control the situation." These words were true, but they made her feel chilled. The news of Arthas purging Stratholme came again.

It bothered her once.

The prophet's tone became gentler. "That prince's determination is admirable, but in the end everyone will abandon him and he will fail." He paused and continued: "In fact, it's not just him, there is another person.

Same. He is smarter than anyone else and knows how to hide. I also looked for that person with high hopes, but the person he cared about dragged him down."

"You mean Nathanos?"

The prophet nodded, "You have witnessed my conversation with him. Of all the people, he is the only one who did not regard me as a madman, and of course, you."

"Then why didn't you remind him and ask him to help you?" Jaina asked.

"Help me?" The prophet said these two words with interest, as if he was savoring them, and then nodded, "Yes, he did help me and brought you to me. Hope has fallen.

In your body, young mage."

"What? Me?"

"Antonidas and Terenas look down upon me. The rulers of men and the masters of magic have shied away from the truth. But I doubt you will."

Jaina could almost see the energy swirling violently around him, shining, and extremely powerful. He took a step closer and put his hand on her shoulder. She raised her eyes in confusion and looked into his eyes, a pair of dark blue eyes.

"You must lead the people who are willing to follow you to the ancient western continent of Kalimdor. Only there can you fight against the darkness and save the world from the flames." The prophet reached out and picked up the necklace library that Jaina placed on the table.

The Heart of Altiras personally helped her wear it around her neck.

"This is destined, daughter of the sea. Nathanos does not have the same innate advantages as you, and it is impossible for him to convince his lover Alleria to leave Quel'Thalas, so he can only stay here and accept

His final destiny."

After the prophet finished speaking, he was about to turn around and leave. Jaina behind him suddenly asked: "Will he die?"

This question made him stop walking towards the window sill, and after a while he answered: "Yes! But death is the key to his life.asxs..."

Jaina stared at him, not understanding what he meant, but what the prophet said before was right. There was no domination in those eyes, no threat, only insight into the world. They were deep and sure, and the truth was firmly entrenched.

Imprinted in Jaina's mind.

"I..." She swallowed hard, finally recalled everything that had happened recently, and then nodded.

"I will do as you say, but it will take some time to gather other people and convince them to believe me."

"I don't think you have that much time left. Too much has been wasted."

Jaina raised her chin. "I must try it. If you know me well, you should know this."

Crow Prophet looked reluctantly relieved and smiled and pressed her shoulder. "If you think it is necessary, take action, but don't delay for too long. Delay will bring fatal consequences."

She nodded, speechless. There were too many people who wanted to know the news, led by Antonidas. Jaina didn't think she could convince the stubborn mentor, but if it was Nathanos, she believed she could

Try. That man has witnessed a lot of death and has great foresight. He must be well aware of the consequences of foolishly guarding this continent and unwilling to retreat to Kalimdor.

The prophet's body changed and shrank, turning into a dark raven again, flying high into the sky, its spread wings rustling in the wind. For some reason, the air bulging from the black wings brushed her face, smelling pure and pure.

Fresh.

That is the breath of hope.

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Nathanos walked on the streets of Stratholme. This was once a proud city, the glory of Northern Lordaeron, but now it has become a hell on earth.

The stench was simply unbearable. Many corpses were cremated on the spot, but to little effect. It has been so long, and the city is still littered with piles of cremated bones. Not a single house that was spared could be destroyed like this.

, Nathanos did not dare to think how thoroughly Alsace had done it. The rancid smell mixed with the thick smoke irritated his eyes and throat.

There were also some corpses stacked on top of each other. They remained in the same posture as when they died, and most of them were unarmed. Nathanos felt a little dazed, and he saw the child. Arthas and his soldiers relied on their wrong

"Purification", even the children were not spared.

Will these now motionless corpses get up and attack others? Probably so, but will every one of them? Some of them must not have eaten contaminated grain.

"Nathanos, I beg you not to see it, you will never let it go." Alleria's voice in his mind was so eager, but it could not stop him from witnessing this scene. He also refused his lover's company, only

I want to walk alone on the charred streets.

Nathanos closed his eyes. He didn't want to think about the conversation he had with Arthas almost ten days ago. He asked him to leave to fetch reinforcements, but in the end he came here to slaughter innocent people. If he hadn't let him

If he leaves... Nathanos suddenly feels that he is also a part of the tragedy here.

"Arthas, this is a trap. That is a demon. You can't defeat him in your own land. How can you complete your revenge in Northrend." Nathanos murmured. It is impossible for a prince who is thousands of miles away.

Hearing what he said, even if you heard it, it wouldn't change anything.

"So many people." She murmured. "I can't believe that Alsace would do such a thing." But she knew that he had already done it. An entire city...

"Nathanos? Nathanos Maris!"

Nathanos turned his head sharply and was awakened from his deep thoughts by a familiar voice. It was Leraine! He turned around and felt unexpectedly relaxed.

Lyraine strode over in a hurry, but the paladin armor on his body made Nathanos very uncomfortable.

"I saw Ranger General Alleria outside the city, and I guessed that I would find you here."

A trace of pain flashed across Nathanos's face. "You were sent to deal with the devastation here?"

"That's right, it's not just me, Kaisha is also here, and Beagle, you should remember him. We are... searching for survivors."

Nathanos didn't ask how many people they had found. This was something he didn't always want to know the answer to.

"I really didn't expect Prince Arthas to do such a thing." Leraine took a deep breath. "The Silver Hand has made a decision internally to ask King Terenas to revoke the prince's status as a paladin.

"

"It doesn't matter." Nathanos said coldly, "He has probably abandoned the Holy Light a long time ago."

Lalane nodded slowly and looked at his best friend worriedly, "Hearthglen..."

"It's over." Nathanos' attitude surprised Lelane. "I won't discuss this matter anymore. I want to forget it, but it's impossible. No one will forget it. I'm getting married.

Lerain."

"Really?" Laryon exclaimed, "With Alleria Windrunner? Congratulations, Nathanos."

"Yes." Nathanos nodded, with a smile on his face, "Maybe it's in a hurry, but we both think it's time. I will go to Quel'Thalas with her next, and maybe stay there in the future.
Chapter completed!