Azeroth Trail of Light

When Lagosh saw Anduin, it was already a week after Gu'gall died.

They returned to Theramore. In the hall of the palace, the brave gladiator half-kneeled on the ground, holding Anduin, who had been lost and recovered, tightly in his arms.

Lagosh once thought that his fate with Anduin was only due to his encounter with the Maul of Doom, but after Anduin was captured by Gu'gall, this brave gladiator really knew what Anduin meant to him. That is an indispensable part of his soul.

Fate sent the little prince before his eyes, and he didn't plan to be separated from him again.

What had been hesitating before, until the moment of meeting Anduin, he also made a decision. Lagosh finally decided to face his own destiny bravely, whether it was rebirth or destruction.

Valera leaned sadly on the rooftop outside Theramore's court. This strong high elf held his legs with both hands, like a weak girl, and judging from the wetness of her beautiful eyes, recently She must have cried secretly more than once.

Lagosh will not hide anything from her, so she is the first to know about Lagosh’s decision. She cannot stop a decision that seems to her to be meaningless like moths fighting a fire, but she cannot stop it. The one you like goes to ruin.

Especially after hearing Kael'thas' explanation personally, Valera felt that the sky was about to fall.

Even the most knowledgeable Syndra's polymaths, after a whole day of continuous discussion, were unable to determine what the result of the reintegration of the two divided souls would be.

Their most optimistic estimate is that the reunited soul will inherit the memories of Lagosh and Varian at the same time, but the personality will definitely be deflected. As for the worst result, after the two souls reintegrate, The new personality will even forget all of its past.

Just like a blank piece of paper, this is simply taking risks with your own existence!

Valera once thought that she would not be able to bear all this, but when she saw Lagos holding Anduin crying and crying, her heart was moved. In the past three years, she had never seen Lagos. Ghosh showed that kind of weak expression, she even felt that Lagosh in front of her was a bit strange, she wanted to escape from this place.

But she can't.

At least she can't until she sees the results of Lagosh's adventure in person.

"Why are you hiding here? Boy, you shouldn't have broken in here."

A somewhat old voice awakened Varela from her worries. She wiped her tears, turned her head, and saw a serious old mother standing in front of her with a cane. She was a little embarrassed to follow her. Jumped down from the roof and bowed to the old mother to salute.

"Sorry, I just... just want to find a quiet place."

Aegwynn looked at the high elf in front of her. In her long life, she had seen such a beautiful creature countless times. She had not liked this creature, especially after hearing the news of her son’s death. The world that had been guarded personally was full of disappointment, but after seeing Madian appear, Aegwynn's already cold heart beats again.

She tried to look at the world in a new way. She accepted Dick, she moved to Theramore, she even went back to Karazhan again, and looked at the man who gave her life and everything for her child. She even started to fall in love with this ever-changing world again, even though she never admitted it.

Now, she looked at Valera in front of her. According to her original temper, the thief who broke into her mage tower without permission would be burned into a withered bone by the relentless flames, but now, after she was silent, she gently waved Waved,

"Yeah, my place is indeed the quietest place in this city. Come on, little girl, tell me about you. I can feel that you are very sad, confused, and even a little desperate."

Aegwynn slowly took out a set of exquisite tea sets from his tea cupboard, and greeted Varela to sit next to her.

"This emotion shouldn't show up in you."

"why?"

Although Valera was still very sad, she was interested in what the weird old mother said in front of her. She asked in a low voice, "Couldn't the high elves be sad?"

Aegwynn smiled, this smile softened her serious face.

"Because the blade that pierces the darkness shouldn't be so weak, my child, let's talk, even if it is to satisfy the poor curiosity of a poor old man."

Valera was stunned. In her impression, the best assassin in Quel'Thalas had said similar things when her grandfather was still alive, but soon, under Aegwynn’s guidance, she said something similar. Originally told the story of herself and Lagosh, and at the end, a tear appeared uncontrollably in the corner of her eye.

"He is going to die by himself... I want to stop him, but I have no reason to do that. That child, I can see that he made the decision for that child. I can feel that in his heart, That kid is more important than everything, more than me..."

Valera's story is over, but Aegwynn is lost in thought, she babbles,

"Soul magic is very mysterious. Those Sindra's elves are right. Its complicated situation will cause a lot of trouble, but they did not consider a situation. After the gap in the memories of both parties is filled, it is very likely that it will also cause both These personalities complement each other, and even a more perfect soul will be born..."

"What are you talking about?"

Valera couldn't understand Aegwynn’s complex and slurred terms, she asked, it interrupted Aegwynn’s thinking, but the old mother finally smiled at her and stretched out her hand and patted her palm lightly.

"Don't worry, little girl, destiny will favor those brave, don't always think about bad things, let me say, your little boyfriend is likely to be a blessing in disguise."

"really?"

Valera's eyes widened. This action made the cold high elf look unexpectedly cute. Aegwynn nodded.

"Of course, girl, even if things get worse, I think what you should do now is not to blame yourself here, but to stay with your little boyfriend. These last few days, do you want to leave each other a bad end? Separate?"

Valera was silent. A few minutes later, she stood up, respectfully bowed and saluted the mysterious old mother, and walked out the gate of the wizard tower one step at a time.

Aegwynn shrugged, and another voice sounded behind her.

"Ah, that is the descendant of the Sangunar family, that cold assassin family, finally a humane little guy has appeared."

This voice appeared abruptly, but Aegwynn didn't take it seriously. There was even a trace of annoyance on her face.

"How many times have you said it, Ellen, don't step on my carpet, it's expensive!"

Accompanied by Aegwynn's reprimand, an old man with a white beard came out of the air. Judging from the thin fluorescence of his body, it was a ghost, but he magically retained all his memories and character. He watched Aegwynn, who was no longer young, showed a warm smile on the handsome face that could still be seen when he was young.

"Well, beautiful lady, don't be angry, I'm here to discuss the magic topic last time with you..."

"Come on, Ellen, you used this trick more than thirty years ago! Come and help me pack things up. Mediian will be here in a while. I have to prepare delicious food for my grandson before he comes. Little Cake, that poor child must miss his grandma very much."

"Perhaps he missed his grandpa more."

"Shut up! Don't **** grandson with me, you damn... No, you are dead, you bastard."

On the other side, just when Varela’s heart knot was untied, Gavincent, the Vrykul who had been missing for several days, was sitting on the body of a behemoth, riding the wind and waves on the sea, and the sea breeze blew him. The gray hair showed the rough appearance of this Vrykul to the fullest.

At the end of the line of sight, the iconic white palace of Theramore is vividly visible.

"I said, barbarian, I heard you were defeated by a human? This is not like you!"

With a thunderous voice that was kind and full of playful abuse, Gavincent rubbed his forehead with a headache, and knocked on the hard scales of this giant with his fist.

"Well, Noire, you guy who pretends to be a fool, I'm here to help you this time, not to listen to your outdated jokes."

The behemoth flapped its wings dissatisfied and fought back.

"Who said my jokes are outdated? Those little tauren in Highmountain are so fascinated to hear them. When I talk about the legend of Huen, those little guys don’t want to rush out and fight with the demons right now. By the way, speaking of it, are you really sure that the magic remaining on that human being is the secret technique of our clan?"

Gavinson nodded,

"Of course, the smell of magic is very similar to your breath, but it is mixed with a trace of madness and madness. I guess it was left by your crazy people."

"The same clan... After Deathwing's fall, I no longer have the same clan. The only two guys who can slightly resist the chaos in the bloodline have also been killed, but I don’t know if it’s an illusion. I can always feel it. One seems not dead yet."

"Let's talk about this issue later, go to Theramore first, Lagos is already there waiting for me, I hope I can help him this time."

"Don't worry, as long as it is a secret technique, I can easily solve it. Believe me, Gavincent, Noire can never lie!"

"...I can believe your other things, but you alone, I don't believe it at all! You deceived the entire Tauren of Highmountain for ten thousand years, you hypocritical bastard!"

"Hahaha, that's just to protect them! The power of the black dragon is not something they can touch!"

Accompanied by thunderous laughter, a huge black figure swept past Theramore’s port, making countless people panic. They looked up and saw that it was a real dragon with black scales and black tail. With the sharp claws, it wasn't until the sheriff arrived that peace was slowly restored here.

But countless people saw that it was a black dragon!

A sober black dragon that is unbelievable, peaceful and unbelievable.

That was the last awake black dragon in the world that was not infected by Chaos... Well, it was probably the last one.

In Stormwind City, Stormwind Fortress has already been rebuilt.

King Varian in a tuxedo walked out of the fortress under the personal **** of the heavily armed Marshal Windsor, Marshal Maxwell and Marshal Alphahibi, Leoric who lost an arm in the Battle of Quicksand The Duke held the hilt around his waist with one hand and strode forward.

They are going to the magic zone. Prince Anduin Wrynn’s knight trial has been completed, and the king decided to go to Theramore to pick him up.

Archbishop Benedictus, who received the news, rushed over with the priests and met the king and the marshals at the gate of the fortress.

Benedictus was still the kind and close image. He glanced at the pale King Varian worriedly, and whispered,

"With all due respect, Your Majesty, it is not suitable for you to travel far now. It is better to let a few marshals replace you."

Benedictus’s words are still very important here in Varian, and the king’s current state is rather strange. After thinking about it, he felt that Benedictus’s words made sense, and he said,

"or..."

"No, Your Majesty!"

Just as the king was about to change his mind, Marshal Windsor opened his mouth and said loudly,

"Don’t forget the secret letter that Princess Kalia sent you earlier. This time, it’s not just for picking up Prince Anduin. That kind of event related to the founding of Lordaeron, the prince’s identity is not enough, this But it's about the decent things of Stormwind Kingdom."

This made Varian immediately dismissed his thoughts, and he solemnly said to Benedictus,

"Archbishop, the Marshal is right. This time it is indeed not only about Anduin. I have to go to Theramore myself. As for my body... If you are not at ease, you can come with me. In your capacity, compared to Princess Kalia, she will be greeted happily."

Benedictus thought for a moment, shook his head, and sighed.

"Two days ago, the group of cultists who should go to **** attacked Donggu. I have to go there to do a ritual for the victims in these two days. Now the kingdom is in a precarious situation. I hope you will come back to preside over the overall situation as soon as possible Let the pastors follow you and take care of your body at any time. Please don't refuse."

Varian nodded, and then walked towards the magic zone under the guard of the marshals, where there was a portal to Theramore.

After Varian left, Benedictus's eyes narrowed, and an indescribable light flashed in them. In the end, the respected archbishop flicked his fingers in front of him a few times and became a monk. They often used the gesture of prayer, and then returned to the church area with their entourage.

Three days later, the West Spring Fortress on the border of Elwynn Forest in the Kingdom of Stormwind was attacked by Twilight Cultists.