Prophecy

Arcane energy is floating under the round dome of the room. Huge bookshelves are displayed one after another. The heavy door naturally opens. Anasterian carries his robe and shawl, and takes Silvermoon Council went straight into the hall and looked at Elves next to the basin in the hall. He was wearing a silk robe that was white inside and black outside, and his pale face without beard was covered with wrinkles.🎉👑  🍬🍓

"Your Majesty." Elves's pale hair was tied into a ponytail on the top of his head, and his eyes were shining with azure Arcane light. He turned to look at the king and powerful members who came in in groups, and bowed slightly to salute.

"Voren'thal Prophet, tell me, what did you see?" Anasterian looked at the white-haired Elves who was saluting, and stretched out his hand to give him a slight support.

"..." Voren'thal looked at His Majesty Sun King who came in person. He did not speak, but stretched out his right hand. Anasterian saw this and quickly reached out to hold him.

With his two palms clasped together, Anasterian felt the scenery before him change, as if he was being dragged into a certain world, standing in the middle of a white and familiar avenue, but on both sides of the street, the buildings had become ruins, with black smoke billowing from the ruins, and broken crystal fragments everywhere.

"Where is this?" Anasterian couldn't help but put down the hand holding the robe. He looked at the street in front of him and felt very familiar, but the ruins were too unfamiliar to him. He turned around and couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

The door, a broken and wide open door, the wall of the door should have been pure white, with golden patterns and red borders on the door panels, and the inscriptions Thalassian on the door arches on both sides, but at this moment those inscriptions have fallen off, and even the two door panels are broken and leaning aside.

"No, it shouldn't be like this!" Anasterian looked at the broken door, and the Arcane brilliance in his eyes couldn't help but lose focus. This door is called Shepherd's Gate, and his ancestor Dath'Remar built it here. This ruin, this ruin is, Silvermoon City, but why did Silvermoon City become like this?

Why did Silvermoon City become like this? Anasterian Thinking of this, he couldn't help but reach out and hold the hilt of the sword at his waist. His eyes suddenly calmed down, but his eyes could only see outside the broken Shepherd's Gate. I don't know when many figures appeared. When he turned around to look, he saw many figures rushing out of the ruins around him.

White bones, carrion, corpses, and an unknown huge pile of meat monster, with transparent pointed ears floating in the air Ghost, Anasterian looked at the scene around them, feeling a stabbing pain in their brains, couldn't help but close their eyes, and when they opened their eyes again, they were already in the dome hall.

"Tell me, what happened? Voren'thal." Anasterian endured the pain and asked, letting go of his hand and grabbing Voren'thal's hand again.

"Your Majesty, I saw those things rushing into our home and country." Voren'thal closed his eyes. He didn't want to recall the tragic scene, but he had to remember it.

"Why?" Anasterian asked, and the Silver Moon councilors on the side were a little confused.

"Your Majesty, I don't know, I just saw this scene, those things rushed into our country, they..." Voren'thal looked a little struggling.

"What are they going to do?" Anasterian asked urgently.

"They passed through our city and headed straight ahead..." Voren'thal couldn't bear to continue talking.

"Cross Silvermoon City, go straight forward..." Anasterian looked at his old friend who couldn't bear to talk anymore, and murmured a few words, passing Silvermoon City to the north is the sea, and across the sea, there is Quel'Danas, there is...

"Your Majesty, what did you see? What rushed into our country?" Vondelor looked at Sun King, whose face turned as pale as Voren'thal, and couldn't help but stepped forward and asked.

"I think your Majesty, no matter what you see, you don't have to worry about it, because the essence of prophecy is to obtain information. Voren'thal Sage, I don't understand what you saw, but if you tell it, we may be able to predict it." Belovar put his hands in front of his lower abdomen, and the Arcane light pierced Voren'thal in his eyes.

"That was an illusion, a very astonishing illusion. To be cautious, you don't need to know." Anasterian dropped a strand of hair in front of his face, straightened his body, and stopped Belovar and Silvermoon Council's inquiries.

"Maybe it's just an ordinary illusion." Anasterian stretched out his hand to tuck the white hair from his forehead behind his back, naturally smiling at everyone.

"As far as the nature of prophecy is concerned, it is an illusion. Its content is either traveling through space or traveling through time in the future. If we can..."

"I don't need you to help me recall this knowledge, Master Belovar, well, that's it for today! We are waiting to see the good show of Amani and Lordaeron, if Master Belovar, if you can use prophecy to put what is about to happen in front of me, I will allow you to study this illusion." Anasterian looked at the chattering Belovar, and his voice became a little cold.

Facing the angry Sun King, Belovar pursed her lips tightly, but finally did not say anything. She was not angry at Sun King's words, but she was a little resentful. You can't show it to me, but no matter how angry she is, there's nothing you can do. Sun King said he wouldn't show it to her, so he won't show it to her, but if you can't see it from Sun King...

"Voren'thal Sage, go there immediately Dalaran." Anasterian turned to look at Voren'thal without changing his expression while Belovar was thinking.

"Follow your orders, Your Majesty." Voren'thal looked at the stubborn Anasterian, held his chest and saluted. He had seen too many futures, and many times he didn't know what to do. The only thing he could do was to wait for his fate to come.

Not to mention the emergencies here at Anasterian, the beacon fire and smoke of Amani rose in the sky, not only Quel'Thalas, but also Lordaeron Stratholme on the side, and General Garithos who had just withdrawn Quel'Lithien Road after attacking North Valley, could not help but be surprised.

Garithos was a lord born near the Thalas Mountains in the north of Lordaeron. His hometown was plundered by Horde in the second battle, so he hated Horde, so during the war, he did not hesitate to join the army and became a general along the way. This time he was responsible for guarding the Tyr's Hand forestland in the north to cope with the changes in Forest Trolls.

As a victim of war, Garithos hates Orcs, the invader from another world, but in addition to Orcs, he hates Trolls even more, because in his eyes, Trolls is like the Betrayer of this world, as well as those incompetent pointed-eared Elves.

While he was responsible for guarding the Tyr's Hand forest in the north, Garithos organized an attack on the North Valley Trolls camp. Although many Trolls were still run away, he didn't care about it.

In the past, Lordaeron also regarded Forest Trolls as the enemy and kept attacking Mossflayer Trolls south of the Thalas Mountains. This time it was just a routine military operation, but it might cause a bigger noise. Garithos was also happy to see the noise become bigger, because then it would be justifiable to start a war.