Menethil's Power

Chapter 397 Demon Sword
Cirvanas didn't reply immediately, but looked Isaacs up and down, his pale golden pupils showed a gleam of surprise.

"Just after three months, you have become stronger again?" She said, with an inexplicable meaning.As a ranger, Cirvanas' perception is already very keen, and at the same time, because of the same source of power, she can accurately feel the changes in Isaacs.

"Well, there is a new breakthrough." Isaacs said lightly. In fact, after experiencing the Battle of the Ancients, his overall combat power has at least doubled. The strength of a single faction is limited after all, but once there is a combination, It can produce an increase effect beyond imagination.

"Humans are really a magical race." Cirvanas sighed softly. In fact, she had said this before, but it was clear that Isaacs once again refreshed her understanding of the human race.

She turned her head and looked behind her, "It took only five years for Nathanos to reach the level that normal elves take 60 years to reach. I thought he was the best among humans, but I didn't expect A monster like you."

Isaacs is full of plans, and he is not yet 25 years old, and 25 years is just a short period of time in the life of an elf with a long lifespan.

Cirvanas seemed to be feeling a bit disappointed. After all, she had been a ranger general before, and she had been in contact with the military all year round. She was very sensitive to personal strength, and the tragedy of her homeland when the Burning Legion invaded aroused her thirst for power.

"My success cannot be replicated." Isaacs can only say this. After all, he has spent a lot of effort to obtain his strength, and even forcibly bound an abandoned time and space.

The high elf envoys began to enter the city one after another. Isaacs and Cirvanas were in the front row. The citizens who got up early looked at these elves who had arrived suddenly. They spontaneously gathered to watch, but no one blocked the road.

Someone recognized Isaacs, and then most people knew that these elves were envoys. Although this was an equal diplomatic act, it was considered "low-key" to the always proud elves.Most of the citizens of Wangcheng have never seen so many elves in their entire lives. Although they were almost intoxicated by the beauty of Cirvanas, the citizens knew that the arrival of these elves was due to the strength of Lordaeron itself. For a while, "Long live Lordaeron" ", "Long live Menethil" shouts one after another.

Isaacs was a little embarrassed. Although the reaction of these people showed their high sense of identity with the country and their strong centripetal force, it was somehow inappropriate for this kind of scene to appear in front of foreign guests, as if Isaacs deliberately arranged it to show off.

But Cirvanas didn't seem to care, instead he glanced at these citizens with great interest, "That's great." She said.

"Ah?" Isaacs thought he heard it wrong, don't elves generally dismiss ordinary humans?
"Isn't it?" Cirvanas turned to look at him, "Although your people don't have a long lifespan, they are full of hope for life, willing to accept new things, tough and hardworking." She said slowly Slowed down, "I saw a lot of huge machinery on the way here. Your people are using them for production and transportation. Their lives are undergoing rapid changes. If my compatriots do not have this major change, even Another 1000 years from now, their way of life will not change in the slightest."

Because Isaacs has spared no effort to promote magic machines, Lordaeron is almost equivalent to carrying out an industrial revolution, and with the development of Azerite power devices, the second industrial revolution is coming soon.

"Although human beings are weak, they can unite to form a powerful kingdom like Lordaeron. It was Quedorei who taught magic to humans, but now it's time for elves to learn from humans. This is why I came here voluntarily. "

"I welcome your arrival very much." Isaacs said bluntly: "But to be honest, serving as an ambassador in your capacity is a bit overqualified. Quel'Thalas is undergoing reconstruction, and you should stay in the army. Among them, assist Kael'thas as much as possible."

"Do you think my current state is still suitable for leading the army?" Cirvanas tilted her head slightly, and looked at Isaacs with a strange gaze. This is a casual movement of the female elf, but it is full of style.

Isaacs suddenly understood because of Aurelia.

Cirvanas continued to look ahead, and said quietly: "Although my sister is a well-deserved hero, the power she erupted at the last moment was too powerful, fear brought suspicion, and even Void Magister Umbric got They accepted it, but they really kept my sister secret."

Isaacs opened his mouth, and didn't know what to say for a moment. Whether it was the existence in the void or Cirvanas, who was now one body and two souls, they were indeed beyond the cognition of most people.

"But that's fine." Cirvanas' tone suddenly became lighter, "Rillas has also grown up, and the family affairs can be entrusted to him, and my sister and I have already done things for Quel'Thalas." Having contributed enough, it's time to do something we want to do."

"It's good if you can watch it." Isaacs said with a smile: "Speaking of which, I'm more interested in the current political situation in Quel'Thalas. How did Kael'thas arrange it?"

"In general, the current high elves are divided into four factions, the light-forged elves led by sister Artoria, the void elves in Umbric, and the ranger generals such as Halduron and Lor'themar, and Some of the nobles who survived, because most of the elves relied on the holy light and the void to solve their addiction, so the remaining arcane crystals in Quel'Thalas were enough to supply them. The council has also been re-established, but this time the name It's the 'Parliament of Light and Shadow', and the light-forged elves account for more than half of the seats,"

Isaacs nodded thoughtfully. With most of the ruling foundation of the Sunstrider Royal Court failing, it can be said that Kael'thas can do this quite well.

"By the way." Cirvanas seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and suddenly turned to look at Isaacs, with a little hostility on his fair face, "Why did you ask me when you left Quel'thas? Kael'thas issued a request to ask Vereesa to study at your Royal Military Academy? What are your ulterior motives?"

In an instant, she turned into a hen protecting her cubs. After all, the two Windrunner sisters loved Vereesa and Rillas like elders.

Isaacs can't laugh or cry, although Vereesa has similar appearance to Cirvanas, but in terms of style, he is far from it, if he really wants to plot evil, he must choose Cirvanas.

"This is just an act of being a leader who is sympathetic to his subordinates. Haven't you noticed that Rhonin and Vereesa have developed a good impression of each other before?" Isaacs winked at the female elf.

However, Cirvanas didn't have the tacit feeling that Isaacs thought. She seemed to be furious, "You actually regard Vereesa as a reward for your subordinates?"

The pretty face covered with frost was only a few centimeters away from Isaacs' face.

"Don't worry, I will never force her, and besides, studying in the military academy is indeed of great benefit to her." Isaacs assured: "I still treat Vereesa as my sister..."

He completely forgot that Vereesa was more than five times his age.

A group of people came to the embassy, ​​and the rest of the elves began to decorate the newly built building. Lordaeron built the embassy in the style of Quel'Thalas very intimately, but the elves who are obsessed with art seem to be Still not particularly satisfied.

Isaacs also noticed that, except for Nathanos, who was an outlier who remained almost loyal and fanatical, most of the elves held an attitude of awe and alienation towards Cirvanas, and the latter seemed to be accustomed to this.

Now Isaacs finally had time to be alone with Cirvanas, but he didn't have any charming thoughts, "How are you feeling recently?"

He was asking both Cirvanas and Alleria.

"It's okay, my sister and I... get along very happily."

"Aurelia told me at the beginning that she would not give up the power she gained, but after all, the Holy Light is opposed to the void, and you will soon face unavoidable problems, and I can help in this regard. "Isaacs didn't intend to make a detour anymore, he stretched out his left hand directly, a round hole was cracked in the hand of order, and a gap was opened in the strict imprisonment of the ancient god larva Sephilus,
The extremely gloomy and gloomy aura escaped from the round hole of the Hand of Order, and condensed into a small, almost illusory, distorted energy creature, which was then crushed by Isaacs' fist.

Hirnavas' face changed suddenly, her aura suddenly changed, and a dark starlight appeared in the pale gold pupils.

Now in front of Isaacs is Alleria.

"This is……"

"You see, in fact, you don't need to show that you are very friendly with me." Isaacs said calmly: "Because we are the same, and we are all dealing with those unknown evils."

Alleria opened her mouth, but couldn't speak, but her gaze towards Isaacs suddenly became very soft.

"It was you who taught me fighting skills before, now it's my turn to teach you." Isaacs smiled slightly, "In addition, I would like to introduce three...well, it should be two people, they are in the royal family. Military Academy."

……

Meanwhile, Northrend, Dragonblight.

A team of more than a dozen people is marching on the snow field. Generally speaking, an expedition in this kind of extreme north requires sufficient material preparations, but these people did not bring anything. Their clothes are very thin, and many of them even wear metal armor.

The cold wind was howling, mixed with tiny ice particles, a snow bear found these uninvited guests, and the beast driven by hunger roared towards them.

An iron-armored archer in the queue fully drew his bow, and thick bones could be seen through the gaps in his armor-this is an undead.

The arrow hit the white bear, and the strange black color spread from the hit place. The white bear wailed to the end, and his body completely rotted within seconds.

At the front of the queue was a tall man in a robe with strange eyes. "It's almost here, Her Royal Highness Princess Jaina." Kel'Thuzad said, he didn't care about the battle that just happened.

He didn't use the title "my apprentice" again.

Jaina nodded numbly. She was wrapped in a pitch-black cloak, and a strand of hair fluttered out, which was already pure white.

In front of them was a cave that was almost buried under snow.

Jaina took the initiative to move forward, and the snow seemed to be half blown away by the hurricane, revealing a deep hole.

"Go, this is the power the Lich King promised you." Kel'Thuzad said meaningfully.

Jaina was stunned for a moment, and then mechanically stepped forward, her original sky blue eyes had lost their spirit at this time, and now she only listened to the voice that appeared at an unknown time whispering in her ear.

"Life is so humble and fragile, only death is eternal, and everything is equal before death..."

A picture that has been repeated countless times emerged in Jaina's mind. Mr. Bigworth died, her father died, her family regarded her as a traitor, and her compatriots regarded her as an enemy. It seemed that there was nothing left in this world. It's time to miss it.

There should be something special in the cave. An empty and icy voice came, "Get out of here, mortal! Only death and darkness are waiting for you in this cave of oblivion. You cannot pass through."

But Jaina ignored it, and Kel'Thuzad and the undead soldiers followed her closely.

Soon the existence that spoke before revealed its real body. This is a group of floating elemental creatures made of frost. They are still wearing armor. More precisely, they seem to grow out of the armor.They have helmets but no faces, gauntlets and weapons but no arms.

And behind them, an irregular piece of solid ice floated, inside was a strangely shaped rune sword, emitting blue light all over, and under the solid ice was something like an altar.

That's Frostmourne.

Jaina naturally also saw the sword. Ner'zhul had whispered to her countless times that the sword was prepared for her.

"Only strength is the truth..."

The floating elementals pulled out their icicles. "Get out of here, mortal," they said again in hollow voices.

Kel'Thuzad looked at them and snorted. Frostmourne was actually placed here a long time ago. The blue dragons who claimed to be the guardians of magic discovered this magic sword, but they had nothing to do with it, so they created this batch of elements Guards - They look intimidating, but they are vulnerable.

Jaina suddenly burst out with an astonishing evil spirit, "Are you protecting this sword?"

"No, we're protecting you."

Jaina's expression changed, but only a moment later her blue eyes became cold again, Ner'zhul's will had firmly controlled her thoughts, "Kill them." She said coldly Said.

Even without her doing anything, those elite undead soldiers smashed these elemental guardians to pieces, and now there is nothing between Jaina and Frostmourne.

"Go, Your Highness, this is your power." Kel'Thuzad said empathetically.

Jaina stepped forward and raised her slender palm. The light of Frostmourne suddenly became extremely intense. The solid ice that wrapped it began to crack and then shattered. The huge energy dissipation caused an ice storm to form in the cave.

Kel'Thuzad had expected this a long time ago, and he had already moved away first.Jaina, who was in the center of the storm, was not harmed in any way, but the violent airflow blew off her cloak, revealing her pale skin and long hair as pale as snow, but in this piece of white hair, there was a The strands of hair are still pale golden.

Jaina's eyes were completely attracted by Frostmourne, she stepped forward and held the hilt of the magic sword, a feeling of flesh and blood came, although Jaina had hardly received much sword training before , but she still felt that this sword was indeed born for her.

"There are too many hypocrites in this world. Only by completely destroying the old order can we usher in a new life..."

Ner'zhul's whispers echoed, not even the howling winds of Northrend could muffle them.

(End of this chapter)