A Fateful Entanglement, a Fateful Entanglement-Did Sargeras Personally Tie the Red String Between You Two?

"This is a tragedy. I must admit that I failed in my duty as the custodian of the artifact."

In Forest Spirit Temple near World Tree Taya'la, Diakum is in Confession.

What can make Vigilant Confession naturally is the "tragedy" caused by him. In front of him, Burning Blade Clan's current Chieftain Samuro also looks at the broken Flame Blade in front of him with a sad face.

This is Burning Blade Clan's artifact, but it is now extremely damaged.

The breakage of the sword blade is considered a "minor injury". What is more serious is that the weapon originally made of special ores and special techniques seems to be "melted" at this time, causing the surface to become pitted and even the sword grid is melted.

Given the current appearance of this sword, if you left it on the side of the road and you didn't say it was Burning Blade Clan's artifact, passers-by would probably be too lazy to take a closer look.

It is estimated that only a Garbage Man god like Old Gani can tell at a glance that this is the most powerful handful of "trash" in the universe. Samuro's first reaction when he saw his artifact was wasted like this was of course angry.

When Diakum got the Flame Blade, he promised that he would take good care of his artifact, but as soon as he touched the red Jeweled Battle Blade made of Wrath Quenched Naaru Crystal in his hand, Samuro was much less angry.

They gave me benefits at that time...:

Fireblade Blademasters After all, it's a shame, so it's hard to have another attack.

And when he touched the sword body and planned to sense whether the inheritance of the previous Burning Blade Clan masters imprinted on this weapon was intact, the moment his mind came into contact with the weapon, what came into view was a Black Moon Strike slashing at the head.

"Bang"

Samuro tried his best to dodge or fight back in his mind, but the next moment he felt like he was hit by some invisible force.

The whole person fell to the ground in a panic, and blood even flowed from the corners of his eyes and nostrils.

Now, let alone studying, he is not even qualified to watch this combat skill!

He stood up shaking his hands, looked at the innocent-looking Diakum in shock, and asked:

"What... what is this?"

"An incomplete martial arts inheritance of "Night Warrior"."

Vigilant explained:

"You have participated in the Mount Hyjal war, and you should have heard of this name from the elves."

Sword Saint's fingers trembled again. The samurai's state of mind was now difficult to maintain. He said:

"Isn't that the legendary Lesser God among the elves?

"I had a battle with her, which is not known to others, and Flame Blade was destroyed in that battle."

Dick said:

"It was held by Night Warrior who lost his weapon for a short period of time. Perhaps it was engraved with some martial arts skills belonging to Nightsworn at that time.

This is also the second bad news I want to tell you and other Fireblade Blademasters.

You may not be able to use this artifact to understand the inheritance of martial arts for a long time in the future, unless Burning Blade Clan can have a genius who can understand "Moon Goddess combat skills".

But that is the martial arts of Lesser God, and it only exists in the inheritance of power in myths, so...::"

"That's it."

Samuro nodded thoughtfully.

Then, he stood up seriously, bowed to Diakum, and said:

"I was a little angry just now. After all, I saw the irreversible damage to our artifact, but after learning the truth of the matter, I will not blame you anymore. On the contrary, I think it is an honor for this weapon to be able to hold a warrior artifact like Flame Blade by you and participate in the battle with the gods!

The way of Sword Saint is to hone your martial arts skills and challenge yourself to a higher level.

Your battle perfectly fits this moral principle, and even that glorious battle not only did not damage the glory of Flame Blade,

A new legend has also been added to it.

I will bring Flame Blade back to Havaro. From now on, Burning Blade Clan will also have one more legend that can be remembered forever."

Diakum nodded.

He took out a scroll from his arms and handed it to Samuro, saying:

"Having said that, I did not fulfill my duty, so as compensation for the damage to the artifact, I will give you this martial arts scroll recording "Enemybreaker Swordsmanship", but do not allow Sword Saint, who is below the legend, to view it.

Even the legendary Sword Saint must be prepared to be exhausted and seriously injured before using it.

This is the swordsmanship of Titans."

"It's too valuable, we can't have it!"

Samuro is a principled Sword Saint. He believes that the incomplete martial arts inheritance contained in the wreckage of Flame Blade is valuable enough, but Diakum is a generous person, and there is no reason to take back what he has given away.

So in the end, Fireblade Blademasters took away the compensation.

Diakum doesn't feel that he is making a fuss out of a molehill. Although Burning Legion's offensive against Draenor has slowed down, as long as Eredar is still here, Burning Legion will come back sooner or later.

Draenor The world is too small to have a quantitative advantage, so improving quality advantage is a necessary solution.

He even had a feeling that after Dark Portal connected the two worlds, Burning Legion might use a more vicious method to attack both sides of Dark Portal at the same time to spread the resistance of the two worlds.

At least if he is the Conqueror or the Shaper, he will definitely do this!

With this kind of thinking, after Draenor fell into the night, Diakum quietly took Twins to the secret area under World Tree Taya'la.

This place is no longer what it used to be.

The powerful Spriggans elder guards built a solemn temple underground, and Aldor Priest of the Draenei Clan has been calling Holy Light here for a long time to complete the purification of Divine Construct.

When Twins saw the giant structure suspended in the air by World Tree's vines, his eyes almost widened.

They have been fighting demons for 20,000 years with Army of the Light. They have traveled all over the star sea, but they have never seen such an amazing "weapon". Even the Sunwell female ghost Anveena, who has been looking for someone to "cut" for the past two days, floated out of Holy Light and looked at the divine giant in front of them with wide eyes.

"No wonder you value Draenor so much."

Saloras exclaimed:

"This kind of thing can be called a real "strategic weapon". A Lesser God can be activated at any time and can be connected to Six Forces!"

"When Argus Lord drives it, even Fallen Titans will tremble!"

Oreses said loudly:

"No wonder you didn't panic at all when you heard that Burning Legion would use their power to press the bottom of the box. You also have your own trump card. With it, we can even kill Argus directly."

"It's far from enough. You two overestimate the combat power of Lesser God, and you also underestimate the power of Sargeras."

Diakum stood under Divine Construct who was hoisted like "Adam". He leaned on Kazzak's Soul Staff who also fell into silence, and sighed and said:

"This is just an incarnation used by Sargeras. Although I think the craftsmanship used to shape it is the same as the craftsmanship used by Dark Titan to shape Fallen Titan, there is still a gap between it and Aggramar's body.

Just like the differences in power between demigods, Lesser God and Lesser God are not the same. What's more, the destructive power of Sargeras, the only one among the stars, is really daunting.

Even if Argus Lord controls it, it can only defend itself.

It is almost impossible to complete the counterattack and recover the home world by relying on it alone."

Vigilant paused, and stepped forward to call his Holy Light to merge into the purification ceremony that had been going on for several months. Surrounded by Golden Little Angel, Gleam, he said:

"Recovering Argus and returning to our hometown is a concept that requires complete planning and gradual advancement. Don't worry, we have already embarked on this road and will never give up halfway.

Be patient."

Arthas Menethil was walking a little depressed near Nagrand's holy mountain.

He and his sister are traveling here these days, and at the same time visiting Elemental Holy Land of Orcs. The sister hopes to get closer to Shaman leader Matron Geyah of Orcs, and to create an alliance contract like Stormwind Kingdom for the Lordaron Kingdom.

But that's hard.

Just like when the two siblings visited the mythical Skyreach before, the king Arakkoa warmly entertained them, but was noncommittal to his sister's request for alliance.

Draenor people are not fools.

Their alliance with the Stormwind Kingdom was decided based on the geographical location of Dark Portal, and the important person Vigilant was playing a matchmaking role. Draenor and Lordaron Kingdom have nothing to do with each other.

There is even talk of establishing a "military-level" alliance.

And Princess Calia ignored one point.

The alliance between the K'ure Alliance and Stormwind Kingdom of Draenor is basically a bet on Anduin Lothar's restoration plan. Because of the poor communication between the two siblings and Azeroth, Jialiya does not yet know his mother country and is already on the opposite side of Marshal Lothar.

It is simply impossible to achieve an alliance in this situation.

Of course, Arthas's depression has nothing to do with the above reasons. He is only four years old and is about to celebrate Wu Luo's birthday. His intelligence and knowledge are not enough for Arthas to participate in these complicated things.

The reason for the little prince's depression is very simple.

Princess Calia does not allow him to participate in that dangerous "Prosperity Ritual".

Even if Forest Sprite Sage believes that Arthas Menethil has extremely strong talents, he can probably pass the ceremony as smoothly as Varian Wrynn and gain the power of adulthood in advance.

But the sister's protective desire for her brother is unreasonable, especially in this place far away from her hometown. Jialiya is the guardian of Arthas.

If she says no, it means no.

Those Sprigganss are also very rigid. They will not hold a ceremony for Arthas just because of his prayers. Perhaps it is because the Sprigganss also realize that this may involve a very troublesome "diplomatic dispute".

Spriggans's "single-core thinking" makes them hate trouble.

"Ah, if I had known, I would have left that fierce woman with the Stormwind Kingdom! Let her engage in diplomacy with Sir Uther. She likes to do these things anyway."

The little prince wore his dagger and long sword and was holding stones in the grass.

The short sword on the waist is a gift from Varian, and the exquisite Crystalcasting long sword is a "meeting gift" from Archbishop Yula, Arthas feels that if Archbishop Yula is his sister, then Yura will most likely take the initiative to send him to Prosperity Ritual in Spriggans.

The archbishop with a lively and out-of-the-box personality is a typical example.:,

Well, how do you say that word?

!

Fun people!

Yura is a fun-loving person, even the aliens from Azeroth know this.

She would even secretly take Arthas to fly over those dangerous Fel Forging Camps on a spiritual dragon, and let Arthas personally drop the Arcanite Crystal bombs.

The little prince found it extremely exciting.

The firelight when those crystal bombs exploded made him feel excited to participate in the war.

But unfortunately, no matter how unreliable Archbishop Yula is, she would not dare to be Arthas's guarantor in the Prosperity Ritual matter. If something really happened, the boss of Neri, who was the diplomatic ambassador in Azeroth, would definitely come back and break her legs.

"Ah, I really want to grow up!"

Arthas lay back, letting himself lie comfortably in the endless Nagrand Plains grass, letting the comfortable wind of the night blow through his hair.

He really likes this world.

He thinks Draenor is very quiet, much better than the messy Azeroth.

Especially this prairie!

It is said that the most powerful Chieftain among Orcs all came out from here, and there is also the legendary Burning Blade Clan here.

Nagrand Plains is the "hometown of heroes" of Draenor.

Arthas lies in the grass undulating like an ocean.

He stretched out his hand to catch the silver moon in the sky, but couldn't help but think:

"I heard that Orcss grow up very fast. Orcs, who is five or six years old, can already go hunting with his parents. If I were a Orcs, I would definitely make a name for myself on this grassland! I would become a powerful Chieftain, and then marry my sister to a Chieftain who is as powerful as me.

I don't want her to worry about me all the time.

Ah, Arthas, you can't eat this! Arthas, you can't drink alcohol, even Draenei's eggnog! Arthas, you can't participate in Prosperity Ritual, even if the Spriggans elders think you will become a powerful warrior.

Shout!

She is too timid.

But, if Varian is also Orcs, I will marry my sister to him, and they will definitely give birth to a more powerful Orcs Warrior!"

The little prince's thoughts were like shooting stars in the sky, dancing as fast as he could. He was so sulky that he fell asleep in this comfortable sea of grass.

Under the gentle moonlight, he had a dream.

He dreamed that he owned a very handsome war horse, he dreamed that he became a very powerful Paladin, and he also got a very beautiful and powerful girlfriend. He and his girlfriend went to a city to deal with very troublesome things...:

"Is there anyone? Is anyone here? Help me!"

Just when Arthas's dream was about to enter a turning point, a call for help from not far away made him open his eyes in confusion, and then he jumped up with excitement.

Someone is calling for help!

A girl, and she spoke human language!

No, some compatriots are in danger!

Arthas immediately pulled out the long sword on his back. It was actually the style of a dagger used by adults, and his dagger looked more like a dagger to adults.

In short, the little prince rushed to the place where the cry for help came from with the standard Warrior pace.

Although he was young, he King Terenas hoped that his son would become a successful child, so he hired Eastern Kingdoms's best martial arts teacher...,

That's right, it's Muradin Bronzebeard again!

Ironforge Prince likes to do this kind of thing.

It is said that the dwarf Mountain King felt that he would feel comfortable staying with a human child of the same height.

However, when Arthas approached the person calling for help, he discovered that a young girl he had never seen before was waving a black ice-like staff, constantly spreading dangerous and cold magic, freezing a group of white ghosts chasing her around.

Arthas was dumbfounded by this scene.

No, eldest sister!

You can obviously easily deal with those ferocious white ghosts. They can't get close to you and will be frozen into ice sculptures.

You clearly have the advantage!

What the hell are you calling over there?

She is obviously about the same age as my sister, but why is she not as courageous as a five-year-old kid like me? Could it be that this is a stupid mage?

But Jaina·Proudmoore, who was being chased by White Ghost Orcs, also had something to say.

She is half a year younger than Arthas.

Nether-Stalker used Void Magic to reshape her current almost-adult appearance to avoid health problems when she traveled across the sea of stars.

Despite her tall figure and long flowing hair, inside she is actually a little girl who should be playing with dolls.

If you encounter these ferocious white ghosts surrounding you, you will definitely be scared. These guys are so ugly, each of them has a twisted and sick shape. They stare at themselves with dark eyes and say something in their mouths.

This is simply a monster that only appears in little princesses' nightmares!

"Someone help me!"

Jaina followed the instructions of Nether-Stalker, waving his staff and calling Entropic Energy to freeze the things he had earned, while still shouting in a panic.

Arthas blinked, and he noticed that the girl's escape direction happened to be Orcs's holy mountain, so he jumped out in a hurry, waved his hands and shouted:

"Don't go there! Orcs doesn't allow outsiders to get close to their holy mountain! Come back quickly, I heard there is a very powerful Mountain Guardian over there?"

Jaina, with flying blonde hair, heard the familiar "local accent", turned around and came to Arthas's side in a flash, she said:

"Do you know the way here? Can you take me to a city called "Karabor Temple"? Nether-Stalker said he would meet me there. The annoying guy said we were about to part ways and wanted to test my learning achievements.

As a result, I was left here.

How annoying!

You didn't even give me a map, are you from the Lordaron Kingdom?"

Jaina noticed the badge on Arthas's chest. She originally wanted to introduce herself to this child who was similar to her own age, but then realized that she had "grown up", so she pretended to cough a few times, put on her usual mother's appearance, and said majestically:

"I am Her Royal Highness the Princess from Kul Tiras. If you lead the way for me, you will be greatly rewarded!"

"Shout, who cares about your reward?"

Arthas curled his lips and said:

"You are a princess and I am a prince. No one of us is worse than the other. As for the road, of course I know it! As long as you go north from here, you can reach Garadar."

He turned around confidently, and then fell into an awkward silence as he looked at the pitch-black Nagrand.

He seemed to have forgotten that it was also his first time here.

"Yeah, more monsters are coming!"

Jaina turned around and saw more small cracks in the void emerging in the dark night.

The white ghosts climbed out of it, their dark eyes staring at her.

At the critical moment, Jaina stood in front of Arthas with a staff.

She is an adult now and has the responsibility to protect children.

Arthas also realized that the danger was coming, so he took a deep breath and held the sword with both hands to calm down. Just when they were surrounded by white ghosts and were about to be attacked, a low wolf sound sounded from the dark night.

It was like the sound of wolves crossing the grassland, which made the white ghosts panic. In the echo of the wolf sounds one after another,

The white ghosts seemed to have encountered something scary, and they turned around and disappeared into the darkness of the grassland.

Only two children were left in shock.

Not long after, among the escort of several sturdy Black Wolf, a one-armed Orcs, riding on the Black Wolf saddle, holding a lantern, wearing a hood and carrying a war hammer, appeared in front of the two people.

The guy stared at the two "unexpected guests" in front of him and let out a deep laugh.

"Come, two young guests."

The one-armed Orcs said in very orthodox human language:

"Even the most powerful Warsong Orc would not choose to travel through Nagrand alone at night. There are some very morbid things here. Come with me and sit in Mountain Guardian's Cabin.

Your family may be looking for you soon."

"You Orcs speak human language really well!"

Jaina sighed:

"Have you been to Azeroth?"

This question made the one-armed Orcs stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile:

"Yes, I just came home from there. Well, it was an unforgettable journey."

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