Chapter 42 Section 42

Luo Ning looked at him suspiciously: "Just leave like this?" "When the Well of Eternity swallowed itself completely, the Old Gods were sealed underground again. Their influence on the river of time disappeared. The cracks in the real world disappeared completely. For me... the journey to the future The method becomes very simple." Rhonin picked up Brox's battle ax from the ground. "Why do you still bring that thing?" the guardian dragon asked. Dissatisfaction suddenly appeared on the faces of the two of them. "Either take it with you," Krasus insisted, "or we stay here and continue to interfere with the world."

"Okay, take it." They quickly climbed onto the dragon, but when Krasus climbed up, he saw two people hiding in the woods.He soon knew the identities of the two. "Nozdormu—" "Okay, okay, it's the druid and the priestess. I knew they would come. Then go down and say goodbye to them! We're going!" Although the guardian dragon was very calm about the appearance of the two men, Krasus felt a little uneasy: "You just heard—" "We hear everything," Malfurion interrupted, "but don't quite understand it." The magician nodded: "That's all we can say. Just you two know, don't tell outsiders. We will meet again in the future."

"Will our people survive?" Tyrande asked. The magician thought for a while and said, "Yes, this world will be a better place. Well, it's time to say goodbye." Ronin raised Brox's ax to bid them farewell. Nozdormu spread his wings again.The two night elves then stepped back.They raised their hands to the two mages. Before they waved goodbye... the dragon and the two people on its back disappeared with a bang. When Ronin woke up, he found himself lying on a piece of grass. At first he thought something was wrong, but when he sat up, a familiar scene appeared in front of him.

a house.is his house. He came home. He also saw Galia, his neighbor in town, who had been taking care of Vereesa while she was pregnant.Galia looked fine, a little disturbed and a little happy.Rhonin tried to count how much time had passed since he left, but couldn't.He wondered how old the two children should be now. Then he heard Vereesa yell in horror, "Galia, come on!" Without saying a word, he jumped up and followed the woman towards the door.Galia has a strong body and runs like the wind under her feet.Before Vereesa called her again, she had already rushed into the door.

After a while, the mage also rushed through the door, one hand raised in the air, ready to protect his wife and children.He looked around, thinking that a thief had entered the house, or that it was on fire, but he found that everything in the house was intact. "Vereesa? Vereesa?" "Ronin! Thank God! Ronin, come here!" He rushed to the bedroom immediately, thinking that something unusual must have happened in the house.He groaned, and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. "Vereesa!" Rhonin rushed into the room, "Our twins! They—" "They're about to be born!"

His eyes widened.I saw my wife lying on the bed, her stomach still bulging...but it won't be long. "Why—" Before he could finish his sentence, Galia pushed him aside. "If you don't understand midwifery, you'd better stand aside and let me and her handle it, Master Luo Ning!" The mage knew he could only keep silent now.He leaned back against the wall, ready to help, but soon realized that Vereesa and Gallia were handling everything just fine. "The first baby is coming," Vereesa announced loudly. While he waited and watched, the unbelievable things he experienced recently emerged in Ronin's mind: he passed through the time tunnel, survived the first invasion of the Burning Legion, and joined forces with others to save the world and the world. future.

But he found that nothing was as full of miracles as it is now... He thanked himself and his comrades for their success in the end. In addition, at that time a long time ago, Jarod Shadowsong was hosting a rally, but it was much more dull than the one on the island.All the generals of the elves and allied armies gathered together to await his sentence. Several soldiers brought up Illidan who was about to be tried.His mouth was gagged with a piece of cloth, his body was bound in metal shackles, and his arms were shackled behind his back, so he could not make any gestures.Malfurion and others have enchanted him to ensure that there will be no more terrible things like the lake.

Once Illidan was in the center of the crowd, his hooded eye sockets stared haughtily at the man in front of him.A soldier carefully removes the cloth stuffed in his mouth. "Illidan Stormrage," Jarod said, his tone was no longer that of the simple captain of the guard in the past. "You have bravely stood shoulder to shoulder with your compatriots many times against the evil forces that invade our world, but sadly, more often you have posed a great threat to your people!" "Threat? Only I can see the world as it is! Everything I do is for our future! I am saving our race! I—"

"You killed countless people, attacked those who disagreed with you, and brought back the Well of Eternity that should have been forgotten!" Illidan said sharply: "When the demons come back, you will all pray to me and worship me like a god! I know their thoughts and actions! Next time, they won't be kicked out of here! You have to confront them head-on! Only I know everything—" "We don't want to hear you say that at all." Garald said and looked around, as if looking for someone.The leader of the night elves sighed, obviously he couldn't find him, so he continued to say, "Illidan Stormrage, I figured out a way to punish you! Although I don't want to do this, I still want to announce that you will be Sentenced to death—”

"Very creative," Illidan sneered. "The method of execution is—" "Jarrod... excuse me for being late," interrupted someone behind Illidan, "may I say a few more words?" The night elf in armor nodded almost gratefully: "Besides me, this matter should be decided by you." Malfurion walked around his brother.Illidan watched him walk between himself and Jarod: "I'm sorry, Illidan." "Humph!" "What do you have to say, Master Malfurion?" Jarod urged. "My brother was right about the Burning Legion, Jarod. They will come back."

"You want us to forget his crimes and threats to us?" The druid shook his head. "No." He glanced at his brother, then quickly at Tyrande, who stood at the edge of the crowd with Maiev and Shandris.When he was troubled by this matter, Tyrande was always by his side.The high priest supported his decision, not because it would ease his pain. "No, Jarod," Malfurion repeated, his expression resolute. "Of course not. I want you to imprison him...even if it means holding him for ten thousand years...if necessary..." Hearing this, the other people present were very surprised and began to discuss in low voices.Malfurion closed his eyes, trying to calm himself.Because he heard the words of Rhonin and Krasus, he had doubts about the future.The druid prayed that he had made the right decision. But right and wrong can only be judged by the future... finally…… Thrall had not heard from the two men since they were sent to the mountains to investigate the shaman's hallucinations, and they may still be on the trail, but the orc chief feared the outcome could be far more dire.No wise ruler would let a loyal warrior die in vain. Night had fallen, and most of his people were fast asleep.Only he and the guards outside were still active.Thrall should have been asleep by this time, but since Brooks and Gasko had left, he had been worrying about their safety, and it was difficult to sleep at night. The light of the torch in the distance flickered, casting dancing shadows on the ground.Thrall didn't pay much attention to the shadow at first, and then suddenly noticed a figure appeared at the door. The orc jumped up from his stone throne: "Who is it?" Although there are many assassins who want to assassinate him, the man in front of him is not an assassin, but a wrinkled orc. He is dressed in wolf fur with a dragon's head engraved on it. The man walks forward slowly. . "Hello, Thrall!" cried the old orc in a strange voice, "Hello, savior of the orcs!" "Who are you? You are not Karthur!" Thrall snarled, Karthur as his shaman. "I have come to tell you a message... a message about the valiant warrior Broxigar." "Brox? How is he? Tell me!" "He's dead... but he killed many enemies before he died! Once again he heroically stopped the Burning Legion's invasion. It would take a day to count the number of enemies he killed!" The nearly bald old man shook his head, then grinned at Thrall, a mouth that had lost all his teeth. "There will be no more demons! Broxigar and his warriors defeated the Burning Legion, and your warriors stood at the portal, facing the demons of the Burning Legion without fear!" said After that, the man bowed his head respectfully, "Please sing a triumphant song for him, the great Thrall, because he saved the world for you..." Thrall stood speechless for a while, and then asked, "What you said is true? Did you lie to me?" "Yes... I've brought one more thing in memory of this hero." Despite his age and frailty, the shaman pulled out a huge double-bladed battle ax from behind.Thrall blinked, surprised he didn't see it. "I've never seen it." "This weapon was made by the first druid, and it also has the magic of the forest god. It is tailor-made for Brox." "We will find a place to confess it," Thrall whispered, respectfully taking the battle ax from the hunchbacked old man.He watched it with awe.The battle-axe was as light as a feather, and it was made of wood from head to toe, but it was obviously a good axe that was extremely sharp. "How did you get this—" The shaman didn't answer... because he wasn't there anymore. Thrall snorted and rushed out of the door.He subconsciously grasped the ax in his hand, and suddenly became alert, thinking that this might be a vicious conspiracy to get rid of him. Outside the house, he saw two guards stationed there. "Where's he? Where's the old guy?" "There is no one else outside!" The guard with a higher rank replied immediately. Thrall let out a confused growl and walked past the two of them.He hurried to the clearing.There was a full moon hanging in the sky, illuminating the surroundings magnificently, but the orc leader still saw nothing. When he accidentally looked towards the moon, he finally saw it. He saw a huge figure, flapping its wings, about to disappear into the darkness. It is a red dragon. Krasus, or Cleostrasz, flew in the direction of the lair of his kind.Rhonin and his Vereesa have reunited; and Krasus has brought to the orcs the relic of brave Brox. Now he can finally go home... and see what happens tomorrow.