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Is this true or a dream? Nathanos's pupils were trembling. He stood on an extremely familiar land. The quiet fragrance of rice flowers made him intoxicated. The wet soil was stuck in footprints. The poplar tree behind the house seemed to have just planted it, and only a certain canopy could be seen. At this moment, he forgot that he was deep in his memory, and that he was stealing a powerful treasure. He had only one idea - to go home.

This is home in memory, but...

...How is that possible?

Nathanos reacted, his breathing became more and more rapid. Yes, it was his breathing. He was surprised at how he still breathed. Moreover, his "plop" heartbeat echoed in his ears. He covered his chest with his hands and felt it with his heart. It was really his heartbeat.

In a panic, Nathanos looked down at himself. He could not see his face, but his clothes were neat and no longer dressed in the dark ranger. He noticed his hands, his skin was complete, his flesh was full, and most importantly, it had warmth!

"This is impossible!" Nathanos spoke in a daze, and then suddenly touched his throat with his hand. Although the voice was low, it was very powerful and no longer hoarse. "This is clearly a living person." He commented, but he couldn't believe that this evaluation was used on himself.

Nathanos ran towards the farm horseman. His appearance frightened the horse who was resting, staring at the human who suddenly appeared in confusion. His behavior was very strange. The human pushes the sink and touches his face with his hands, with his expression as if he is admiring a work of art, or something on his face needs to be dealt with, but no matter what, his recklessness has made the horseman liven up, and the horse is restless and wants this guy to get out of here.

"This is impossible!" Nathanos shouted and ran out. He was a living person, he was still alive, he was still alive! But he didn't believe all this. He wanted to prove that this was just a dream. Soon he found evidence. He looked at the fields of the Eastern Plague Land. Of course, it should not be called a plague land now, because the road from Maris Farm to Stantholm is full of lush farmlands and big trees, and a commercial convoy is also marching on the official road below.

This is the home in memory, the home that has been destroyed, but it is now reappearing in front of his eyes. It is so real and so worth remembering. Nathanos once again touched his face with his hands, touched and pulled it, and all felt it felt and it felt pain...

...Is this true?

Nathanos suddenly knelt on the ground with weakness, unable to believe it for a long time. Such a change came so suddenly that he was at a loss. What made him even more thunderous was that he heard laughter, not the kind of chasing and fighting, but the sound of chatting about family while having dinner with his family, which included his father, his cousin, his uncle, and... his mother!!

Nathanos really wanted to rush in, but he just turned his head blankly and didn't stand up. Yes, absolutely, that was the voice of his mother. She seemed to be discussing some issues about the wedding. Who is getting married? Is Stephen? But he is still too young!

"What the hell is going on?"

The human finally stood up, step by step, approaching the threshold that blocked him and his family. The door was covered with a faint feeling, the closer it got, the clearer the sound inside.

Nathanos held his breath. He didn't dare to think about it, but kept thinking about what kind of expression his family would look like when they saw him? He once killed his mother!

Thinking of this, Nathanos was about to touch the door handle and put it back, and his heavy guilt nibbled at his heart. But what he didn't expect was that the door actually opened at this time...

"Great!" Illidan smiled on his face. He thought that evil energy had played a role in Nathanos. The undead looked "angry" at this moment. His head shook slightly and his brows frowned. It seemed that he could wake up at any time. But Illidan soon knew that he was wrong.

He did not wake up, and in fact it might be worse. Nathanos's initial reaction gradually disappeared, and his eyes did not open. It seemed that he was very comfortable. If he was dreaming, the dream would have been very beautiful.

But for Illidan, his situation is getting worse.

"Damn it!" The blind elf cursed angrily, and inadvertently increased the power released on Nathanos.

"O...Aleria?" Nathanos almost forgot what day and year it was the last time the female elf in front of him smiled at him like this. He only remembered the pain and despair on his face when Aurelia looked at him for the last time.

Unlike Aurelia, who was dressed in a ranger in his memory, the female elf is now wearing Lordaeron's civilian-style clothes. She is less heroic and more simple, so plain... but different from others, so that Nathanos was so surprised that he could not react at all.

"Are you back?" asked the female elf with a smile. Nathanos kept paying attention to her face until he found that her hand movements were not right. Aurelia was stroking her bulging belly with her left hand.

She is pregnant!

The question appeared in Nathanos's mind, and the answer came immediately. Of course she was pregnant. Nathanos had quietly met her in Quelsellas, and Aurelia was pregnant at that time.

"What's wrong, Nathanos?" The human being couldn't react for a long time, which made Aurelia very puzzled. She reached out to touch the human face, but Nathanos took a step back in fear.

The awkward atmosphere was difficult to relieve, and it was eventually broken by another voice in the room.

"What happened, Aurelia?"

Hearing this voice, Nathanos wanted to turn around and escape immediately, but his legs stood in place without hesitation, and he was afraid to see this man - his mother.

Daphne Maris lifted the hem of the skirt sewn with pudding, stepped out of the threshold with one foot, and then noticed the shocked Nathanos at first glance.

Unbelievable, it was really a mother! Her hair was not a trace of white hair, only a little wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and there was no change except for her kind smile. This was what Nathanos looked like when her mother was youngest and when she was most perfect.

"My child, are you back?"

The stinging sensation of eyes made Nathanos at a loss, and she stood there, standing in front of her eyes.

This is not true. I killed her with my own hands. I can't save her. My hands were covered with her blood!

The only trace of reason reminded Nathanos that humans closed their eyes in pain.

"This is a dream! This is a dream! Wake up! Wake up!!"

He muttered, but suddenly... his hands were placed on both cheeks at the same time. The temperature in his palms was different. The two hands came from two people. One hand was very warm, just like a newborn baby lying in the arms of his mother, and the other hand was filled with various emotions, worries, trust, and love.

Nathanos opened his eyes, and a tear fell on the opportunity. After so many storms, everything he lost came back.

"Welcome home, kid!"

"Everyone is waiting for you, I love you!"

His hands were held by his mother and Aurelia, who smiled and invited him back to his home, the wooden house where he lived. He was like a marionette, handing over his right to move, and it didn't matter who he could keep moving in the direction of his home.

A second before entering the threshold, Nathanos's sanity reminded himself: This is just a dream.
Chapter completed!