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Chapter 137 Race against time
If there is anything the most ruthless in the world, it must be time!
The entire East Continent has been undergoing many changes in the past few months. Who could have imagined that this would be the outcome?
It has been 1600 years since General Lordain established the fertile land of Tirisfal for mankind, and the Kingdom of Lordaeron has grown from weakness to prosperity. This year, it has finally come to an end!

Terenas Menethil II was right when he said: The kingship is not eternal.

The dynasties of the past all went from being weak to being prosperous, then from being prosperous to being declining, and finally to being destroyed. Now, Arthas Menethil has put an end to it personally.

Jaina walked up to the sky hall and looked down at the beautiful scenery of Dalaran. A touch of sadness could not help but well up in her heart. Here were her best memories, her childhood, her love, and her career.

A dark, magical mist approaches Dalaran from the east.

At the southern gate of Dalaran, there were shouts and neighs of horses. A team of fully-equipped knights, led by a tall paladin, were maintaining order, while a thin figure in beautiful armor was busy signing documents. Countless orders were signed, issued, and executed by her.

"I have the right to leave first. Keep these untouchables away from my box!" A fat old nobleman spit "venom" at Paris in a domineering manner.

The argument ensued, and Maerlan pressed her forehead. Then she lowered her head and began to face the documents. Her mantra was always: If I don't do it, what will happen? But she did everything well.

The old nobleman who was spewing venom suddenly stopped talking, shrank his neck, and stepped back consciously. Even when he was stepped on by a pair of cloth shoes, he didn't make a sound.

All the quarrels around stopped, and silence came with a masked woman wearing luxurious archbishop robes.

The Archbishop of Hearthglen, the high-ranking commander of the Silver Hand, the nemesis of necromancers, the great sage Demetria is here.

The true self is hidden in everyone's soul, and no one can see those secrets except me!
——Demetrius

Demetia looked at the people around her, and she whispered to Paris: "My lady orders you and Eligor to lead our people to set off first, and the rest of us will set off in the second batch. All high-ranking generals will be responsible for the rear guard, and the target is Nanhai Town.

General Tandre has prepared the ships and convoys."

"Maerlan, you are in charge of the command of the entire army, so don't pay attention to what that old woman says.

Go immediately and obey orders! "

Maerlan finished reviewing the last document and stood up. She was wearing the same Judgment Armor as High Lord Tyran Fording. This armor was very beautiful and well suited to the Paladin's temperament.

But Maerlan was too thin, and looked petite. She didn't have the aura of a great lord who could shut you up with just one look.

Demetria once said that even a giant dragon would have to stand at attention when facing a great lord. Li Yajun, who liked to curse politely, would not utter bad words when facing him.

Maerlan nodded and summoned the war horses. Paris waved his hand, and a team of strong Silver Hand Paladins immediately followed. Maerlan jumped on the horse and gave the order:
"Paladin of the Silver Hand, move out, target Nanhai Town, scouts clear the surroundings and cover the battlefield.

The rest of the people set out one by one. Those who disobey orders will be punished by military law! "Immediately, another group of knights carrying longbows and muskets followed her away.

Demetria breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Marlan, their families, and the people of Hearthglen set off.

She turned around and looked at those people who seemed a little angry and a little unnatural.
"Don't worry, Madam will personally lead high-ranking generals to cover the retreat."

These people breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the news.

Demetrius turned away, expressionless.

"Maybe no one can leave today. I hope the last prophecy comes true."

She looked at the nobles in gorgeous clothes and the poor people in rags and poverty. Suddenly she thought of a question:
Why do we live such a hard life but see no hope? We are working hard and doing our best. We dare not get sick or take a break, but we are still criticized for not working hard enough.

The disaster was caused by the collusion between the nobles of Lordaeron and Kel'Thuzad, but they asked us, the poor children, to go to the battlefield to protect these masters. What is wrong with this world?
She looked up at the sky. The ghost canopy had covered half of the sky. They made the sun lose its brilliance and warmth.

She had predicted her own death more than once before: she would die in her hometown of East Wilder, besieged and killed by a group of greedy adventurers.

But since she was stationed in Hearthglen, that scene has never appeared again, and she has lost the ability to predict the distant future. Her ability of mind comfort and power word shield has been strengthened instead.

At this time, Jaina was receiving a courier from Kul Tiras.

"Your Highness, your father has returned to Kul Tiras to quell dissenting voices. The Ashvane family started the dispute, and a scandal at their foundry was uncovered, and now everyone is being grilled.

Your mother, Lady Catherine, has prepared the supplies." After a pause, he continued, "General Tandrey has brought all the ships that can be mobilized."

"Thank you, uncle," Jaina said to the old messenger.

The old man paused, waiting for Jaina to calm down, and then said, "Your father did not speak of you and Highlord Taelan Fordring.

He lets you make your own choice. He says Proudmoore men are all good!
Nothing can bring them down, not the black tide, not the dragon, not the demon."

Jaina nodded. She was going to persuade her teacher and then set off. For her, this continent was no longer a place of nostalgia. Leaving here would mean leaving behind a place of sadness.

After defeating the enemy mentioned by the prophet and fulfilling Tailan's wish before his death, she can find a quiet place to think about him. Mages are all lonely, and it seems that she will not be an exception.

How much does one have to love another person to use divine intervention on another person? Jaina didn't have an answer, but she knew that if a woman had someone who was willing to sacrifice his life for her, she would have everything she needed. The memories alone would be enough for her to live her whole life.

She looked at the darkness that had covered half of the sky and had a bad feeling that she had to speed up her retreat.

at the same time.

Taelan Fording heard what Anna said and knew that all this was a conspiracy by Jintessa and Mal'Ganis. Timmy's experience became the last straw that broke the camel's back for the prince.

As for the Timmy who later appeared in Stratholme, it is unclear whether it was Jintessa or the real Timmy.

After all, before, you had to eat, sleep, and fight trolls, but now you have to eat, sleep, and fight dreadlords.

The team continued to move forward. The closer they got to Dalaran, the more worried Taelan Fordring became. He missed his fiancée and parents. Did they arrive at Dalaran safely? Did they leave from there to take a ship to Southshore?

Another day passed in the blink of an eye. This kind of large-scale migration of population is really a very difficult task.

The speed has not been increased, this is because the physical fitness of the people of Azeroth is better. If it were a Blue Star person, it would probably only be able to walk half the distance.

He had to speed up and race against time.

In the ruins of Quel'Thalas, a beautiful red dragon flew south at a high speed.

Prince Arthas rode his beloved horse Invincible and walked forward with a gloomy face.

Behind him, there was a huge undead creature floating. It was made of a pure white skeleton, with two strange devil horns on its head and a purple robe. Two chains surrounded it, with runes flashing from time to time.

Powerful magical energy makes it float in the air, and every time it breathes, it spews out the cold air of Northrend.

It was Kel'Thuzad, the former Archmage of Dalaran. Now it has finally achieved its wish, gaining immortality and powerful magical power. The price is its soul and freedom.

Finally, he no longer had to envy Tyran Fording. Now he was also a noble legend, and could even be called a demigod lich. After all, he had received the power of control bestowed by his master, and could borrow the power of the Force of Death.

But yesterday it sensed that the souls of many of its subordinates had dissipated at the same time, which meant that Andorhal had been wiped out.

The dreadlord told it that Taelan Fordring was still alive and had easily defeated the prince who had obtained Frostmourne.

Thinking about what happened yesterday, it felt that Taelan Fordring had also gained power similar to its own, which was very dangerous.

It said to Prince Arthas: "Andorhal has been destroyed. We must rush to Dalaran before Taelan Fordring and quickly seize the Book of Medivh. Otherwise, our mission will fail."

The prince hummed, but the team did not speed up.

Kel'Thuzad knew that the prince had grown stronger recently, and he wanted to defeat the great lord head-on.

This was fine, let the proud and conceited prince deal with the dangerous Taelan Fordring, while he himself tried to complete his master's mission.

Now we need to hurry up and get the Book of Medivh before Taelan Fordring does.

(End of this chapter)