"Why do you want Truthguard?"
Soon, the voice asked the question for the third time. Aaron had no intention of dying at this moment, because the pain he felt in his head gave him no time to be distracted.
However, the remaining reason still reminded Aaron that this voice might really want Aaron to give an answer. Aaron couldn't think about it and said casually, "For love and peace."
"Why do you want Truthguard?"
It seemed that the voice was not satisfied with Aaron's answer, and repeated the previous question again, but this time the pain Aaron felt seemed to be relieved a little, giving him some time to think.
Aaron was resisting the pain while trying his best to think about the answer to this question. Soon, Aaron remembered his true thoughts when he wanted to get Truthguard. He gritted his teeth and replied, "I want to protect myself."
This was also Aaron's initial thought after learning that he came to Azeroth. Azeroth was really in trouble, and he felt very insecure, so he thought about strengthening his own strength to ensure that he could survive the various disasters that would come in the future.
But after discovering that he was carrying a powerful Holy Light that the ordinary Paladin couldn't compare to, the idea of Aaron gradually faded away. Maybe he felt that he had protected himself enough. Although he still wanted to get Truthguard, he was not so keen on it. It felt like he was doing an insignificant side mission.
It was only at this time that Aaron thought of this idea again after being tortured by that inexplicable voice. Strictly speaking, this idea was not wrong. After all, when Aaron first came up with the idea of getting Truthguard, he did have the idea of improving his own strength to protect himself.
However, the voice seemed to be still dissatisfied with Aaron's idea, but did not ask again. It just sighed. With this sigh, Aaron felt that his soul was swallowed up by a vortex with strong suction. After that, Aaron felt as if he was stuffed into a drum washing machine. It took a long time before he woke up dizzy.
When Aaron opened his eyes, he found that he was standing on the edge of an island. Next to it was a trestle. Next to the trestle was the deck of Dreadwake, Dreadwake. The street was crowded with High Elfs with panic-looking faces. Most of those High Elfs had lost their innate arrogance. Not only were their clothes ragged, but their faces were full of sadness and fear, and they looked extremely helpless.
Countless fragmented images flashed through Aaron's mind. Through these rapidly flashing images, Aaron roughly understood his situation - Isle of Quel'Danas under the threat of Arthas.
At this time, Sylvanas, who was responsible for the defense of Quel'Thalas, had died under the sword of Arthas. Silvermoon City, who was originally tried to be the final barrier by High Elf, was also reduced to ruins under the attack of Scourge. The remaining High Elf crossed the strait under the command of the king and came to Isle of Quel'Danas. However, the wide strait could not stop Scourge. The magic sword in Arthas's hand sealed the strait, and the rancid Undead stepped on the ice and swept towards Isle of Quel'Danas.
In order to save High Elf as much as possible, Anasterian ordered to collect all ships that could go to sea to transport High Elf away. Even Aaron, the human Dreadwake, was filled with the people of Quel'Thalas.
Aaron, who had come back to his senses, was standing on the shore now, holding Vereesa's hand tightly, trying to persuade him, "Leave here with me, Arthas can't win now."
Vereesa gave Aaron a steady look, with unspeakable disappointment in his eyes. Before Aaron could finish speaking, Vereesa threw Aaron away. held his hand and left resolutely, leaving only one sentence for Aaron: "Sorry, Aaron, I am now the new Ranger General, and I cannot abandon my responsibilities."
Watching Vereesa go away, Aaron felt a tearing pain in his heart. He wanted to say something, but his body did not obey his command.
No, things shouldn't be like this. Vereesa shouldn't be here at this moment, let alone... Aaron screamed painfully in his heart. However, his body walked up to Dreadwake uncontrollably, and controlled Dreadwake to leave Isle of Quel'Danas.
Looking at Isle of Quel'Danas gradually moving away, Aaron could not control his body to make any response. He could only watch Isle of Quel'Danas being captured by Scourge, watch the island burst into flames, watch Sunwell be desecrated...
"No, it shouldn't be like this." Aaron seemed to be bleeding from the bottom of his heart, although he kept reminding himself that this was just a part of the test. If he could control his body, he would never watch Vereesa. He was thrown into a war that was destined to fail, but what Aaron had just experienced made him feel extremely real. The pain and suffering in his heart also gave Aaron the illusion that this was a real scene.
"Are you mocking me for being a coward?" When the scene in front of him gradually faded, Aaron slowly calmed down the turbulent emotions in his heart.
However, this test did not stop. Aaron soon felt the previous suction force again, and Aaron's consciousness continued to appear in many scenes.
The places where these scenes took place seem to have no connection, but they give Aaron a similar feeling. Every time Aaron faces a seemingly invincible powerful enemy, he always chooses to escape, but more people are in danger because of his participation.
As Aaron experienced more and more scenes, the emotions in his heart gradually settled and fermented, until finally, Aaron was completely immersed in it, completely unaware that he was in a test.
The last scene Aaron saw, facing Sargeras with Pantheon that had been completely corroded and numerous Titans, Aaron could only watch helplessly as the demons of the Burning Legion invaded Azeroth, killing every creature he was familiar with or unfamiliar with, and finally the strongest unborn Titans Azeroth was corrupted by Sargeras into Fel Titans. Every creature living on Azeroth either died screaming in a disaster more terrifying than the Sundering, or was corrupted by Fel into various grotesque monsters.
And Aaron could only watch helplessly as the Truthguard that he relied on for survival was severely shattered by a demon holding Hammer of Khaz'goroth. Aaron, who had escaped for a lifetime, could not escape from danger again.
"No, it shouldn't be like this." Aaron murmured, this world should not suffer such a fate.
After the voice was silent for a while, he said, "Whether you believe it or not, what you see is the future."
Aaron already believed what that voice said in his heart. The future scenes he had just experienced were all inseparable from him. Although he could escape before the crisis almost every time, in the end he had nowhere to escape.
Watching this scene happen in front of him, although Aaron couldn't control himself to make any actions, he could feel the suffering and sadness personally. More importantly, Aaron also felt an indescribable sense of self-blame:
Without him, Azeroth wouldn't even be that miserable according to the so-called official history in the game. However, with the presence of a guy like Aaron who is familiar with the plot but only thinks about protecting himself, the fate of this world becomes even more ill-fated, until it ushered in the final destruction.
Because of his appearance, Vereesa's fate has been changed. From what Aaron saw just now, this change is even worse. If he had not appeared, at least Vereesa would not have appeared on the battlefield where Scourge attacked Silvermoon City, nor would he have died decisively.
"So, why did you get Truthguard?" The voice waited for Aaron for a while and asked the question again, but this time the pain everywhere on Aaron's body had disappeared, and it seemed that Aaron had time to think quietly.
"I..." Aaron opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but every time he opened his mouth, the faces of panic, anger, or unwillingness that he had seen in the previous experience would appear in his mind. Under the gaze of those people, Aaron was confused for a moment and didn't know what to say.