Chapter 427

"No!"

A sudden scream broke the silence of the mage tower in the middle of the night. In the shadow of the mischievous moonlight shining into the window, the archmage Jaina sat panting on her bed, her beautiful blond hair draped over her shoulders, and in the beautiful On his face, in those blue watery eyes, there was a trace of terror left over from a nightmare.

In that dream that was so real that people couldn't distinguish between reality and fantasy, Jaina saw her father, whom she respected and loved, sinking alone in the icy sea, and she saw the falling ship behind her father, The broken deck, those strange figures, she saw the nostalgia in her father's eyes, she saw his father reaching out, wanting to touch her.

But the next moment, endless darkness surged from all directions, like tentacles of darkness, dragging her father into the deep sea.

She watched this scene from the sidelines, and wanted to reach out to save her father, but found that... behind her, there was also a dark and merciless darkness, until the pair of ice blue eyes lit up in the darkness, Jaina's Her heart was filled with fear, and the next moment, she woke up from the nightmare.

This was the 5th day in a row that she had the same nightmare. For mages, such dreams appeared again and again, no doubt indicating some kind of dark future, but Jaina refused to accept that future.

She repeatedly persuaded herself that this was just an illusion caused by worrying too much about her father, but every night after falling asleep with difficulty, what came into her mind was still that cruel and cold dream.

She looked around in a daze, this is her mage tower, like other mage towers in Dalaran, under the new shell, there is an ancient inheritance hidden, Jaina got up from the bed, she was wearing pajamas, Walking to the window, looking at the quiet night outside the window, the lights shining all over the streets of Dalaran light up the city, like bright lights in the dark night.

"I want to go back to Kul Tiras!"

This idea suddenly appeared in Jaina's mind, and then she couldn't linger anymore. She took a deep breath, and slowly pushed into the shadow behind her. There was a rustling sound. After a while, she changed into purple and White interwoven mage robes, Jaina draped a cloak over her shoulders.

Because of an accident some time ago, she is still grounded by her instructor, but for magic geniuses, it is not difficult to leave Dalaran without disturbing anyone, especially the recent undead in the entire northern border. In a moment of panic under the threat, even Dalaran has been affected.

But just before Jaina left the room, her eyes were suddenly caught by a letter in the center of the table.

The archmage of the Proudmoore family can be sure that there must not be such a letter there before he fell asleep... A feeling of being spied on immediately climbed into Jaina's heart, and she reached out her hand vigilantly and released a detection spell , and at the same time added a thick layer of ice armor to himself.

But after a while, the light of the detection magic dimmed, and the feedback told her that she was the only one in the room.

Jaina stepped forward, opened the letter with her magic hand, and unfolded it. It was a special piece of paper with some strange fragrance floating on it, and on that paper, there was only a simple sentence.

"Daelin is dead, but he left you a gift... The secret lies by Lake Lordamere."

"Snapped"

The letter paper was torn to pieces under Jaina's angry eyes. She didn't believe it at all, and she didn't want to believe that her powerful father would die quietly. For a hero like him, even death would be a disaster. A battle that makes the whole world tremble.

"Lake Lordamere..."

Jaina gritted her teeth, put the cloak on her head, and left the Mage Tower quietly. She was going there to see who was pretending to be a ghost, but Jaina was not stupid. Before leaving Dalaran, She put a magic letter into the mailbox on the side of the road, and soon, this letter will be delivered to her senior brother, the powerful archmage Kel'Thuzad. Senior brother, will come to rescue her as soon as possible.

Although the two were somewhat unhappy when they got along, Jaina believed that there was still a trace of self-persistence and kindness in the heart of the senior brother who was indifferent to everything.

However, the innocent Jaina didn't know who she was going to face this time...

Lordamir Lake, the largest freshwater lake in the entire Tirisfal Forest, is also one of the lakes with the largest water content in the entire northern border. From the sky, it looks like a gem embellishing the dark Tirisfal Forest, Glittering in the light of the moonlit night.

At midnight, the lake surface of this lake is as calm as a mirror, and the moonlight shines back, making the surrounding environment quiet, and people can't bear to break this tranquility.

Jaina in a cloak walked out of the dense forest, powerful magic lingered on her body, as a true genius who passed the Dalaran archmage examination at the age of 17, Jaina has enough ability to protect herself, her future is bound to be unstoppable Limited edition... The premise is that she still has a future.

"You came..."

Standing by the lake, with his back to the vigilant archmage, was a tall figure in a black cloak with gray hair, and Jaina felt familiar with this figure, as if she had seen him before.

"Who are you?"

Jaina held the ice staff in both hands, and asked in a low voice:

"Why are you talking about my father... In short, boring rumors! What on earth are you trying to do?"

"Well, I haven't seen you for a few years, and your temper is getting worse, Miss Jaina."

Tyrion turned around slowly, and he looked at Jaina behind him. When Jaina saw this face, she also remembered what happened in Stromgarde a few years ago. A trace of embarrassment flashed in her eyes, but Soon to be icy again:

"Tyrion. Dawn Blade! How dare you step here alone?"

There was a flash of fear in Jaina's eyes. She suppressed the anxiety in her heart and asked loudly:

"Didn't you bring your wife with you this time? Or, are you ready to perish here?"

"Well... saying these words will not give you confidence and strength, little girl."

Tyrion didn't care about Jaina's attitude. He looked at the daughter of the sea in front of him. Those blue eyes and the shining light in them were almost exactly the same as Dai Lin.

"I am the Darkblade Lord, Jaina, and I can go wherever I want... Your Emperor and his army can't stop me, of course, I'm not here to plan some brutal killings and conspiracy."

Tyrion stretched out his hand, and under the black glove, a silver anchor pendant was swinging in the air:

"I just took my friend's place to say goodbye to his beloved daughter, that's all."

"swish"

Tyrion let go of his hand, and the silver pendant was slowly sent to Jaina who was standing there in the cold wind. The archmage's eyes were filled with tears, and her body was trembling slightly. Knowing what the Proudmoore necklace meant to his father, he couldn't have given it to Tyrion...which means...he really...

"No"

Jaina let out a painful wail, she knelt down on the ground powerlessly, holding the silver pendant tightly with her hands, under the extreme emotion, she had lost the calmness and determination that a mage should have, just Like an ordinary 18-year-old girl, she vented her pain in tears.

"You're at a loss, kid."

Tyrion walked up to Jaina. He squatted down and looked at the sea girl who had taken off all defenses. He stretched out his hand and stroked her long golden hair. He said softly:

"Dailen definitely doesn't want to see you like you are now... The son of the sea has met his destiny, and the daughter of the sea, can she carry the heavy mission he left behind? Tell me, Jaina, can you make Is your father proud?"

"You killed him?"

Jaina lowered her head, put her hands on her chest, and hugged the pendant tightly. There was a trace of unforgettable hatred in her crying voice, and that extreme emotion gave her new strength, like pushing through the fog. With her hands, she saw her future.

In the face of this problem, Tyrion did not hide much.

"Yes, I took his life and I gave him a new..."

"boom"

Tyrion's voice was interrupted by a sudden burst of terrifying frost. Beside the two, the silence of Lordamere Lake was completely broken, and the magical elements that had penetrated into the water droplets were completely awakened in the roar of an angry soul. , Those substantial ice burst out from the unknown space, covering Tyrion in front of him layer by layer.

Just like a cold and dead ice coffin.

In front of his eyes, Jaina stood up slowly, those fine pieces of ice wrapped around her robe in a symbiotic way, on her skin, on her hair, those crystal spikes covered Jaina's whole body was covered, her eyes became as bright as ice, and the terrifying frost magic talent of the daughter of the sea was completely unsealed by the eternal pain at this moment.

Her face was slowly covered by ice, and under the terrifying low temperature emanating from her whole body, her golden hair also fluttered, and the golden luster gradually transformed into the cold ice. pale.

According to the original historical trajectory, it will take decades for Jaina to awaken the strongest power in herself in the pain of the destruction of the port city of Theramore, which she established, but now, for the soul who has not been deeply involved in the world, It is said that the death of his father has become the last key to unseal this forbidden power.

But it's a pity... With Jaina's current manipulation of magic power, she still can't control this terrible power.

In other words, the daughter of the sea, immersed in the will to revenge, never thought of controlling...

The terrifying tide of frost takes the place where Jaina is standing as the center, and spreads wildly in all directions. The dense forests, the lakes, and the land are all completely covered in this bone-chilling eruption. This terrifying wave of magic power In an instant, it attracted the attention of the Dalaran Archmages, and the city of Lordaeron outside the lake was also awakened by the howling cold wind in the middle of the night.

"You took my father's life..."

Jaina raised her head. In her hand, the pendant of the silver anchor was shining brightly. With the blessing of this family secret, the power of the daughter of the sea was once again enhanced. She stretched out her hand like the Frost Queen, and all five fingers Completely covered by the bone-piercing frost, the face mixed with icy shavings became more and more dead silent, and the godless eyes stared at the frozen Tyrion in front of her. She said softly:

"I'll take yours too..."

"wow"

The heavy staff was wrapped in arcane magic power, and it slammed into the ice block that sealed Tyrion like a sharp blade, but the moment the staff fell, a hand in black gloves broke the ice. He firmly grasped the staff, and the ice wrapped around Tyrion's body shattered at this moment. He looked at Jaina who was reversely controlled by excessive magic power, and he shook his head with some regret.

"Children should not play with adults' toys... This is not the power you should manipulate now, it is too dangerous for you."

"boom"

With a soft sound, the fingers of the Dark Blade King crushed the ice on Jaina's neck. With the influx of weak but sharp necromantic energy, the movement of the frantically surging ice blood in Jaina's body was suppressed. Forcibly interrupted, the spread of the terrifying frost wave stopped at this moment. Jaina, who was already exhausted, rolled her eyes and fell into Tyrion's arms.

The Dark Blade King caressed the long pale hair of the Daughter of the Sea, and he hummed a lullaby softly:

"Sleep, sleep, good boy, when you wake up...you will see a new world."

He was holding Jaina Proudmoore standing in the center of the ice storm, that shocking pale ring almost covered the entire Lordamere Lake and the surrounding land, under the ravages of uncontrolled frost , the land will be barren.

The girl in his arms has power... enough to change the world.

"Undead! Let her go!"

"Let go of Jaina! You lunatic!"

Two shouts sounded one after the other by the lake, and Tyrion raised his head. In front of his eyes were the Archmage Kel'Thuzad and a group of battle mages who rushed over. Behind him was the royal guard rushing out of the city , Prince Arthas of Lordaeron wearing paladin armor.

"very nice..."

Tyrion's fingers moved slightly, a ray of bone-chilling ice danced on his fingertips, and a gleam of joy flashed in his icy blue eyes:

"All here, tonight...let me change your fate."