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Is it finally over? Sylvanas still can’t believe that the human troops have already withdrawn from the battlefield of Hyjal. Without their help, Archimonde really fell under the World Tree. The demon disappeared when

The huge shoulder armor left behind is the best proof.

Time will heal the roots of the tree, and the world will gradually recover. This is the price of victory. The World Tree Nordrassil now only has a bare trunk. No matter what magic it once had, it is now like an exhausted tree.

Warrior, it defeated evil, and then accepted Sylvanas's gaze as a hero.

The night elves would not be happy, they did not revel like the humans and orcs. Sylvanas could understand this, the victory gained by exchanging her homeland was not called victory at all.

Her elf face was engraved in the wine glass. Although the world was saved, Quel'Thalas was not. The initial mission should be considered a failure. She wanted to find Nathanos, and the good news is that she found it.

The news is that Nathanos has become the nightmare of the Quel'dorei. And the biggest question before her is how she should tell Alleria about this. This must be an inevitable problem.

"What are you thinking?" Jaina Proudmoore looked like she had drunk a lot of wine, so much so that her face turned slightly red. Throughout the camp, some people released their grief in a private environment;

Some of them were among the crowd, proving that they could still enjoy food, wine and laughter, and celebrate life, just as Jaina hoped. Only Sylvanas was unhappy, so the female mage came to ask her specifically

Worry.

"It's nothing." The female elf drank the wine in one gulp, "I plan to leave here and go home."

Jaina looked at her and didn't understand why Sylvanas turned back in such a hurry. "Quel'Thalas is not safe now. Maybe you should wait until the situation stabilizes before going back."

"This is impossible." Sylvanas shook her head, her cold expression full of sorrow. "Quel'Thalas needs help more than ever, not to mention that the Windrunner family has been asking for help for thousands of years.

As the guardian of the kingdom, I can't hide and live in a corner. And if I don't go back...where can I go?" She looked towards the night elf camp. She had been here for so long, and Sylvanas had not been there either.

Going to Priestess Tyrande. Kaldorei could not find a way to cure Quel'dorei, but their situation was similar to that of the high elves. According to her understanding, without the World Tree, the night elves would have lost their immortality.

Life, they will also be plagued by diseases. Sylvanas wants to know what they should do next.

It is impossible to plant another tree like this.

This idea frightened the female elf. If the night elves wanted to stay young forever, replanting the World Tree would be the most effective way. And for the high elves, why not build another sunwell?

Unfortunately, Sylvanas did not know how Dath'Remar Sunstrider created the Sunwell. Everything about the Sunwell has been sealed, and only the king and senior mages who study the Sunwell know the secrets.

.

'There will be a way.'

"Warriors of the Alliance, listen to me." Jaina walked to the middle of the camp and said loudly. Sylvanas believed that she was a natural leader.

"Some people believe that fate is unchangeable." Jaina's voice was clear and powerful, and even people standing at the farthest distance could hear it clearly, "I don't think so."

She paused and cleared her throat before continuing: "Because today, we won a victory, not only against the Burning Legion, but also a great victory that challenged ourselves." Her eyes scanned every face in front of her.

, and finally fell on Sylvanas.

"Humans, elves, even orcs. We have abandoned our hatred, we stand together now, and we have won the battle against the evil within us."

The clouds began to dissipate, and the sky turned bright crimson.

"Now, the red sun rises from the east...and gives us a new dawn." Tears flashed from the corners of Jaina's eyes, pointing to the sky, "Look!"

Sylvanas looked along and could see the rising sun in Quel'Thalas, but it was never as dazzling as it was now. The pain disappeared with the night, and the wounds were healing.

"New hope is what the heroic spirits need from us, and the price of winning the war is high. Many people have made sacrifices." Jaina's eyes fell on the faces of one person after another, and she saw that everyone was longing for it.

Comfort, "We defeated the Burning Legion. Now we want to pay tribute to all the heroes who died. The way we pay tribute to them is not to die like them... but to live well, to heal our wounds, to help others cheer up,

To laugh, to feel the sunshine shining on our faces at this moment, to hug the ones we love tightly, and let them know that every hour, every minute, and even every second of every day is so important to survive!

"

"The world is safe for the time being, but that doesn't mean it will be smooth sailing in the future." Jaina continued, "Looking at it, the threats we face have not been completely eliminated. The remnants of demons and undead natural disasters are still raging in the land of Lordaeron.

.Our former home has been lost and become empty. But if you are willing to follow a witch of Dalaran who weeps with you today, if you are willing to build a new home in this land where we defeated the Burning Legion.

New home, then I ask you, join me - live. For our lives, our joy, our world, these are the gifts left to us by the fallen. We must cherish them. For the alliance

!”

The crowd cheered, many with tears in their eyes. Jaina stepped back amid the cheers, and as she did so, her gaze returned to Sylvanas. Humans and elves looked at each other.

Relatively speaking, the female mage nodded to Sylvanas. She wanted to invite Windrunner to stay with her, but the female elf had simply rejected her. Sylvanas was an action person, and Jaina estimated that she would wait until dawn

Return.

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"I can only send you here."

Medivh stood behind Nathanos. In front of him and the undead was a place that Nathanos was very familiar with - his home.

"I never thought I'd be back here," Nathanos whispered. The farm blended in with the dying land of Lordaeron. It was ruined, and the doors of the house were full of ghouls.

There are paw prints, and Nathanos' past is buried inside the house.

"This is where it all began." Medivh turned and prepared to leave. Nathanos knew that once they separated, he would hear the Lich King's whispers again.

"You go."

The guardian frowned and looked back at him.
Chapter completed!