Stormwind God

"Impossible! He is older than me, how could he ..."

"No! He turned to the Scourge! Death gave him eternal life, and now he is more powerful than he was at the peak!" In the magical mirror that Hadullen opened, there was no trace of blood on his face, only two blues in his eyes Kael'thas of Soul Fire, he waved his hand, and let hundreds of elven rangers die in the sea of ​​fire.

"No, it shouldn't be like that!"

Five thousand years of hard work, ruined once. The feeling of life-long effort was about to be ruined once, and the pressure was so high that Sylvanas was breathless.

She still holds [Solidar * Wrath of the Stars], she still holds a large group of her Majesty finally, but the oldness of her body has consumed her courage and corroded her heart.

There was a constant echo in her ear. It was a voice she always remembered. The voice was named Anastrian Sunstrider. It was from the family of the Sunstrider King, who betrayed the High Elves, that she snatched the kingdom!

"Did you feel it? Sylvanas! Did you feel how I felt? All the hard work was put to a torch! All future was forcibly deprived! Nothing left, only this old and powerlessness! "

A sense of weakness came, and it was as if the whole body was emptied.

Sylvanas felt that she had done it billions of times, and she was already familiar with the bow-drawing movements like eating and drinking, and the trembling old feeling was quickly corroding her heart.

"No! It's not me! It's not me," Sylvanas found that there was a cry in her voice.

The feeling of powerlessness was the most horrible torture for her forever enterprising.

She can face the most terrible enemy without fear, but cannot face an aging self.

She doesn't care about her old face, but she can't face herself who can't pull her bowstrings.

She ... shuddered!

Anastrian's voice was full of magnetism and psychedelia: "Do you understand how I feel? Betrayal is not for personal gain. I am to better lead the Elves ... for Elves to have a better future ... "

At this moment, Sylvanas was completely lost ...

At the same time, in different dreams, each intruder was tortured by conscience, justice, and conviction.

In the Obsidian Temple dream, Onyxia returned to the past, and she became a humble dragon. His father was in front of her, tearing her mother into pieces, and pressing a fingertip of her huge claw against Onyxia's back, so that she could only hold her neck firmly and look up at this huge The horror scene that occupied her entire horizon.

The huge dragon nose kept spraying the breath of flames, the acid accumulated on the chest of Deathwing dripped along the edge gap of the metal armor, gathered into a stream, and approached the young and helpless step by step.

She shuddered, and finally could only lower her head to listen to her father's lessons.

It was the voice that shocked the whole sanctuary, and even the whole heaven and earth.

"Stupid! This is not a betrayal! This is just that our black dragons broke free of the dirty cages that our Titans gave us! Guarding the dragons !? Fart! This **** responsibility constrains our freedom! What we want to do, we must pass "Responsibility" allowed! This is not a guardian dragon at all, we are just slaves that the Titans use to see the door! "

"The gods of Jugsalon are the original masters of this world! They are the greatest native gods. Titans and whatever are just a bunch of mean invaders!"

"Look at you, Onyxia! You have lost the face of our great black dragon! There is nothing to be ashamed of being the servant of the greatest ancient god, but to be a small human mount !? Your pride Was it eaten by Slime? Three thousand years ago, those humans were just jungle monkeys in animal skins! "

Onyxia only felt that his body seemed to be getting smaller and smaller, and his father's body was getting bigger and bigger, and he covered the sky with his black wings ...

On the other side, Vasque dreamed back 10,000 years ago, when she was the maid of Queen Azshara.

"Vasque, you know the guilt!" It was a thunderous voice. The perfect queen, the perfect face, but the word that represents the judgment.

Almost subconsciously, Vaski wanted to kneel!

And ... in Lordaeron's palace.

Tirion saw the past, as an onlooker, watching how Terenas treated Alsace indifferently.

No affection, no forgiveness.

Some are just one seemingly unattainable goal after another.

Work harder and harder, there is no reward for achieving the goal, because that is taken for granted.

Only the angry punishment can be achieved.

The only thing hanging on the lips is responsibility!

An original kind heart is already distorted ...

In different dreams, each challenger has different experiences. And Duke, as soon as he stepped into a dream, knew that Yugsalon was a blood loss this time.

Because he suddenly saw himself in an Internet cafe.

Everytime at midnight, I can always recall the memories in the deepest part of my mind

A dozen acquaintances, plus brothers and sisters from all over the country, formed a group of 40 people. He shouted and screamed in the voice group, directing, screaming in the anguish of the regiment, and finally overthrowing the ecstasy of the boss after many hardships.

I still remember that for the first time, the group formed a molten heart, in front of the two molten giants at the door, he even meowed out for one night ...

I still remember that the four knights of the wasteland apocalypse were stuck for two weeks, almost eight hours of high-level wasteland almost every night ... When the boss fell, the entire Internet cafe was boiling, as if the cold tap water boiled to one Baidu!

"Ha ha ha! Passed! Passed! Finally killed the boss!" Duke screamed, raising his hands high, but when he was happy, suddenly there was a question: "What about my Aurelia? My What about the harem? "

"Are you stupid playing games?" Aguang, a good buddy, cursed with a smile: "We are playing games ..."

"Game ...?" Duke's smile suddenly became bitter, because he suddenly saw that the label to Aguang on his retina was clearly: [Yugsalon's tentacles]!

Duke suddenly sighed: Yogsalon is indeed the most demon-like evil spirit. If there were no system wizards, I guess I would really take what happened in Azeroth as a long-term dream. When I truly believed that this was a dream, I naturally [betrayed] the entire Azeroth. Unfortunately ... I can't go back! My Duke is already an Azeroth demigod!

With a slightly bleak smile, Duke snapped his fingers.

Almost instantly, all the friends sitting next to Duke in the Internet cafe were lit like a personal torch. 8)