War Hymn of Warcraft [WOW]

"Jianna, I have asked the ghouls to clean up the territory in Lordaeron, and the house has been rebuilt. You can move the territory there at any time." Arthas and Jaina Bingjian moved forward, Tell her about recent events, "Most of the undead wandering in Lordaeron were exhausted by Kel'Thuzad when they attacked Light's Hope Chapel, and a small number were sent to Northrend by me. That land The plague on the planet has also been absorbed by Kel'Thuzad, and now it should be able to support the survival of the people."

"Thank you, Arthas." Jaina smiled and stroked the hair in front of her eyes, "However, the relocation of Theramore should wait for a while. Recently, Deathwing has been dispatched frequently. I am afraid that the ships will be in the sea. Affected by that mad dragon while sailing."

"That's fine, I'll go to Lordaeron in two days to have a look, maybe I can command skeleton soldiers to plant flowers and trees." Alsace pondered for a moment, his face full of hope for the future of Lordaeron. Looking forward to, "The lily of Stratholme was your true love back then, but..."

"But what? You mean they're all gone..." Jaina made a mischievous face, and took out a bouquet of lilies from her backpack: "Alsace, what do you think this is?"

"The Stratholme lily? Why do you still have this?" Alsace was a little surprised. He once went to Stratholme himself, but now there are only endless manjusawa, as if welcoming the other side of life and death. With this bouquet of lilies in Jaina's hands, I believe it is not far away to reproduce the scene of Stratholme's lilies in the past. After all, as long as there is a bouquet of lilies that are still alive, druids and shamans can easily breed A large field of flowers.

"Don't you also know that when Zhan Zhixing and I went to Lordaeron in the web of time, I slaughtered the city with you..." Jaina didn't want to recall those past events, but simply reminded, Alsace also nodded in understanding.

Seeing that Jaina didn't want to talk about Stratholme anymore, Alsace quickly changed the subject: "Speaking of which, why will you go crazy in the future?"

"Krassus gave me this scroll before I left. He said that it was originally a prophecy for me, but our 'now' has been broken up by unknown reasons, and this prophecy has been done. But I think , Here should be the reason why I fell into madness." Jaina took the lily back into the package and took out a red scroll:

"She was radiant and her hair was like golden strands.

She once ruled a country, dignified and majestic.

She saw her homeland collapsed and devastated.

She questioned the Lord with humility and sorrow.

As you can see, the lives are devastated.

You can hear the drums of war ringing in the sky.

You can feel my determination.

The ambitions of the Kirin Tor, one after another.

When the fire tree burns out, the silver flowers stand like snow.

People of the world, please remember.

The flames of war raged like a tide, and the embankment burst for thousands of miles. 』

"The flames of the war are raging like a tide, and the embankment collapsed thousands of miles... Should this refer to a war?" Alsace rubbed his chin and pondered for a moment, "The collapse of the homeland should refer to Kul Tiras?"

Jaina shook her head slowly, denying his opinion: "The entire country of Kul Tiras is now closed. I have sent fleets to Kul Tiras several times, but they were all blocked by turbulent currents and eddies. Outside the country. It is said that only my father owns the charts of Kul Tiras, and my brother Tyred is not particularly proficient in navigation. However, life in Kul Tiras is completely self-sufficient, so there should be no need to worry. Those who are really in crisis …perhaps Theramore."

Just as Jaina said Theramore, there was an angry howl in the distance, but the voice was so familiar that both Jaina and Arthas were stunned:

"That's right, it's Theramore! The smoke is raging and the flames of war are raging. Thrall can control the wind and fire, but when the storm is about to break out and the flames of war are about to ignite, he chooses to leave!"

The sound of water waves came from a distance, and the guardian of purple, the future Jaina Proudmoore, appeared in the sight of Arthas and Jaina with countless water elements.

She was dressed in white clothes, except for a strand of blond hair on her forehead, the sun on her head was as cold as the moonlight. Her pupils exude ice-white light, just like Jaina who has just been promoted to a demigod. However, the guardian's eyes are full of anger and unwillingness to the world.

"The so-called peace! The peace you seek! One day you will lose everything!"

"Jaina Proudmoore, you chose to unite with strangers, unite with enemies, unite with the **** orcs instead of your father, your kin. You caused your father's death, and you are responsible!"

The crimson guardian spread out his palm, looked up to the sky and laughed:

"...Five years, since I chose this path, only five years! I have seen everything clearly! Back then, I said that my father was not tolerant enough, that peace was the only choice, and that they were human beings, so there should be one time Opportunity! I gave them a chance, but what did I get in return? The death of my dearest relatives! I returned to Kul Tiras shamelessly for five years! It was the annihilation of the city! Theramore was wiped out under the despicable attack of the orcs , the entire city was infected by arcane magic and turned into residue!"

"You wouldn't understand without Jaina who went through all of this, who sadly still believed in peace! You didn't go through all of this, you wouldn't understand..."

The crimson guardian suddenly lowered his head and looked at Jaina with angry eyes:

"The so-called peace is just your wishful thinking!"

"The orcs want war, and Jaina will give them war!"

"In the end, I will destroy the entire world..."

"You have fallen into madness, the future me, the purple guardian!" Jaina pulled out the guardian staff behind her back and pointed at her future self, "Let Arthas and I bring you eternal peace! "

The icy white pupils of the crimson guardian swept over Alsace, and a sneer of disdain hung on the corner of his mouth:

"It seems that some interesting people in your time and space did not die, that's just right..."

She took out a spherical object from her waist, and Jaina couldn't help exclaiming from the fluctuations and the different shape on it:

"Focusing Rainbow?!"

The crimson guardian raised his head and sneered, the arcane power was continuously input into this mythical weapon—

"You also know the Focusing Iris? That's right... let it take Arthas and naive you and bury it in my raging rage!"

Countless arcane powers gather in the focusing rainbow and are magnified without limit. Jaina knew what that felt like, and with the Focusing Iris, it was as if she had all the arcane power of the world at her disposal. The crimson guardian seems to be immersed in this endless power, unable to extricate himself:

"Perhaps, if you are killed, Theramore can still avoid disaster! For the sake of Theramore's subjects, you and Arthas will die together in this wasteland! Insignificant, looking forward to the pathetic peace Gianna!"

"Damn it, how could she have that thing!" Jaina was a little annoyed, "What habit does the blue dragon family have! I used it to seal Malygos last time, but it was directly resurrected by the disciples of the Twilight's Hammer. , now it is still in my hands in the future, is the blue dragon clan addicted to throwing things!"

"Don't worry about it so much, Jaina, protect yourself!" Arthas waved the giant sword in his hand, and bounced off the arcane missile shot by the purple guardian, blocking Jaina.

Jaina stood behind Alsace, constantly using the staff of the guardian to absorb the overflowing arcane power of the purple guardian: "You retreat first, and I will see if this future me is stronger than me!"

Arthas backed away obediently, and Jaina's vigorous demigod pressure spread out. With the help of the guardian's staff and countless legendary items temporarily lent to her by the Kirin Tor, she couldn't compete with the crimson guardian on the opposite side. Up and down, even faintly began to control the arcane energy that originally belonged to the crimson guardian.

"Damn..." The purple guardian frowned impatiently, and the arcane power crackled between her and Jaina. Why is the self on the other side so powerful? Although the battle of Theramore wiped out the old country, it also brought him a strong affinity for arcane arts. The past self should not have such power.

It's really not reconciled to use what that person gave me, but if it continues like this, I will soon lose to my past self. The crimson purple guardian thought helplessly, forget it, if the old one doesn't go, the new one won't come, anyway, that person is friends with himself who doesn't know which time and space, so he shouldn't be stingy this time. The crimson guardian gritted his teeth, and countless purple energies gathered behind him, condensing into a purple mist:

"Although I don't know why I was so powerful in your time and space, but this is still my domain after all!"

The purple smoke became thicker and thicker, covering the entire area where Arthas and Jaina were located in the blink of an eye. The purple guardian left the place with a flash, and threw the focusing rainbow into the sky—

"Let you taste, with the blessing of the domain, the power triggered by the Focusing Rainbow."

The purple smoke suddenly solidified, gathering in the Focusing Rainbow as if attracted by a tornado. The power of the arcane sent out huge fluctuations, blowing the wasteland into the sky.

Jaina flashed out of the area in a hurry, and together with Arthas who arrived later, stared blankly at everything in front of her: "Damn it, what the **** is that crazy woman doing!"

"Hey, dear, don't keep calling yourself a crazy woman." Arthas took pleasure in his bitterness, but still buried the Sigh of Light deep in the ground with a dignified expression, and opened layers of shields to receive protection at any time. attacker's attack.

The crimson guardian had a sneer on her lips, countless arcane powers were spinning around her, and the focusing rainbow shone—

"Let you have a taste of what doomsday is... triggered by this piece of wasteland, the needle of turbulence!"

"This is too bad, I don't have a second blessing from Yu'lon that my heart burns..." Jaina rubbed her head helplessly, why is the guardian on her side so perverted.

How could she resist triggering the needle of turbulence!