Everything was dark.
What place is this?
This time travel didn't go smoothly. Robbie was almost caught in a time rift, and after a series of dizzying moments, his head felt heavy and uncomfortable.
Robbie was certain that he was lying down.
There's something nearby that feels warm and soft to the touch.
It took Robbie quite a while to regain some consciousness.
Robbie felt the package; everything was still there. He breathed a sigh of relief.
Robbie made many preparations for this time travel.
Unlike the last Tirion Fordring when he nearly faced exile, the two main targets he would have to confront this time, Arthas and Kel'Thuzad, were not so easy to meet.
Arthas, as the Prince of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, is second only to the king. It is impossible for a commoner of unknown origin to meet the esteemed Prince in a short time.
For this, Vanessa contributed her Sin'dorei Orb.
This is an item that can transform one into Blood Elf. Coupled with a perfectly forged identity document— High Elf from Quel'Thalas, a peripheral member of the great Sunstrider royal family, Nicolas Sunstrider —it's said that outsiders are more likely to succeed. Using this identity to enter the Lordaeron City, if things go smoothly, it's entirely possible to meet His Prince.
The Orb of the Sin'dorei could not be hidden from a great mage. In order to meet Kel'Thuzad, Vanessa forged a letter of recommendation from Archbishop Benedictus Stormwind City. Robbie could approach Kel'Thuzad as a novice Priest of Stormwind City, and there were some clues indicating that Benedictus and Kel'Thuzad had a close relationship.
But what's going on with this situation? What happened to the location supposedly closest to Arthas?
With a light snap of his fingers, Robbie emitted a beam of Holy Light from his fingertips to illuminate the scene.
It was a very cramped and narrow place; you'd bump your head if you sat up even slightly.
A very beautiful young woman was lying next to him.
This was a beautiful blonde girl with snow-white skin, delicate features, her eyes tightly closed, a curvaceous figure, and gorgeous clothes. Robbie noticed the gold trim on her sleeves and a delicate fragrance wafted into his nostrils.
"Could it be the boudoir of some noble lady?" Robbie's mind wasn't fully clear; he was in a semi-dazed state.
Wait, in this cramped space, with wooden walls on all four sides, a girl lies motionless beside you.
Could it be...?
Robbie checked the woman's nostrils; she wasn't breathing.
This is inside a coffin.
Robbie was fully awake; his head was no longer dizzy, but he felt a tingling sensation on his scalp and a chill running down his back.
"Why did I get teleported to this godforsaken place? Can't the Infinite Dragonflight be a little more reliable?"
Calm down, calm down. No breathing. It might not be a corpse; it could be Undead.
The Undead are very sensitive to Holy Light. Robbie brought the Holy Light from his fingertips close to the woman's face, he could clearly see her long eyelashes. There was no sign of her waking up, so it was undoubtedly a corpse.
Robbie breathed a sigh of relief.
In the twenty years Dark Portal opened, during the years of rampant Undead Scourge, encountering a truly dead person was a stroke of good fortune.
He tapped the coffin lightly with his fingers.
A hollow sound came from behind.
Judging from the echo, the coffin was not buried underground, but was left in a certain location.
Upon closer inspection, there were gaps; the coffin lid was movable and not nailed shut.
Robbie moved very quietly, but it still alerted someone outside, who made a rustling sound.
"Coming, coming, don't rush. It's strange. Although I'm used to seeing the dead come back to life, this shouldn't be the case for you. You haven't been infected with the Plague."
The coffin kept shaking, as if something was pressing down on it. Now it had been moved, and there was a loud "thud" as something heavy fell to the ground.
After a slight tremor, someone pushed open the coffin lid.
What Robbie saw was a dim lantern and a blond young man holding it.
The blond youth stared at Robbie in astonishment, paying particular attention to the Holy Light emanating from Robbie's fingertips.
"Don't explain anything, don't say anything, let me think about it carefully."
Just as Robbie was about to say something, the blond youth quickly raised his hand to stop him. He was sitting on a coffin to the side, the very object that had just pinned down the coffin Robbie was in.
The blond youth was handsome with regular features. Unfortunately, his complexion was poor, his cheeks were sunken, his eyes were particularly dim, and he was depressed, exuding a sense of decadence like a dead man.
He gripped his hair tightly, as if trying to tear off his beautiful blond hair, deep in thought:
"That shouldn't be the case. There was clearly only her in this coffin. I thought she was the one who was resurrected. Why is there an extra person? I checked carefully before going to sleep."
"Haha, I understand now." The blond youth slapped his thigh. "This must be the power of magic! Mysterious traveler, would you be willing to help me resolve my doubts and verify whether my guess is accurate?"
The power of magic is a great excuse, Robbie said, going along with the story:
"I'm from Lakeshire Kingdom of Stormwind. There's a long-abandoned mage tower in our Redridge Mountains. That day, I went hunting with some friends and we took shelter from the rain in the mage tower when suddenly a Portal appeared. They said this Portal led to Archmage Dune's secret treasury?"
"And then you went in?" the blond youth asked, listening with fascination and schadenfreude.
"I was kicked in here, and when I woke up I was here." Robbie shrugged. "I'm going to get revenge on that guy. Now, can you tell me where I am?"
"It really is the power of magic! See? See? I guessed right! Hahaha, I really am a remarkable genius, a first-rate genius of the Azeroth Continent."
The blond youth's face flushed sickly red. He stood up and danced a lively Dwarf dance, accidentally tripping over himself. He got up and shamelessly continued dancing.
Who is this incredibly narcissistic psychopath?
Robbie noticed that the coffin the blond youth had sat in was ajar, and inside was a set of bedding that had just been used. The blond youth was wearing a blue nightgown, so it was clear that he had been sleeping in the coffin.
A living person sleeping in a coffin—this guy must have something seriously wrong with his brain.
"This is Deathknell, Lordaeron." The blond youth smoothed his blond hair and said in a more normal tone, "Getting back to Kingdom of Stormwind is difficult. The roads are full of rioters and countless Undead. If you're unlucky, you might even encounter Orcs. The worse news is that the path to Silverpine has been sealed off by the Silver Hand."
Why did I end up in Deathknell? There must be something wrong with the Infinite Dragonflight's teleportation.
Robbie looked bitter as he noticed several coffins and a staircase leading upwards. This was probably the basement of Deathknell, or more accurately, an underground catacombs.
I'm going to see Prince Arthas, why waste my time on some weirdo sleeping in a coffin?
"I'm curious, why do you sleep in a coffin?" Robbie finally couldn't help but ask.
Have you ever heard of sharing joy with the people?
The blond youth said casually, "The people of Lordaeron sleep in the ground, but I'm alive, so I can only sleep in a coffin. It's all for the people's sake, a way to make ends meet. You see, this is all I can do."
Sharing joy with the people?
This term is not used casually; ordinary people are not qualified to talk about sharing joy with the people.
Robbie's heart skipped a beat as he carefully examined the blond youth.
His eyes were dim, his spirits were low, and he had dark circles under his eyes, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept well for many days.
Although there was a hint of amusement at the corners of his mouth, it was mostly bitter, and it was clear that he was forcing a smile.
This person is utterly decadent, inside and out; he's just a walking corpse.
It wouldn't be surprising to sleep in a coffin.
"I am Robbie Capor from Lakeshire, Kingdom of Stormwind. May I ask who you are?"
A fleeting look of pain crossed the blond youth's face as he gazed at the sliver of light streaming in from the stairwell; another hopeful morning had arrived.
"I am Baron Arthas Menethil, the lord of Deathknell."