Stratholme's strange smell was getting stronger and stronger, almost beyond the limits of what his will could endure.
Even if Jaina covered her face with a handkerchief with the strong fragrance of the Calming Flower, it would not be of much use. However, she still wanted to stay for a while.
She wanted to deeply imprint the scene here in her mind so that she could have a better understanding of what had happened.
She could never forget what had happened.
Not only for the innocent people who died tragically, but also for his beloved Arthas.
When Wuther resolutely refused Arthas's order and refused to lead the Silver Knights to massacre the city, as the person closest to Arthas, she also refused his proposal.
When Arthas decided to go on an expedition to Noscent, she once again rejected his sorrowful and lonely prayer.
Even now, she still couldn't forget the look in his eyes when he left.
His eyes became angry and cold. He only wanted to kill the Dreadlord who created the plague, and he planned to do it at all costs.
She wanted to throw herself into his arms and hug him tightly, not letting him go.
He couldn't go to Noscent. That would be suicide.
Even though he had brought the end of the world to so many people, she did not want the proud prince to meet with a disaster.
However, she did not stop him.
Would he come back?
Jaina shivered, and the ominous feeling in her heart grew stronger and stronger.
Suddenly, a crow slowly descended.
She wanted to rush over and chase it away so that it wouldn't peck at these tortured corpses.
However, she had only taken two steps when she stopped and widened her eyes.
The crow began to grow and transform into a human in an instant.
Jaina gasped. She recognized him…the Prophet she had met twice.
The Prophet had warned Arthas, King Terenas, and her most respected teacher, the President of Dalaran, the Archmage Antonidas.
However, no one took it seriously.
Therefore, when the disaster struck, everyone was like ants in a mess.
"You!"
He tilted his head and gave her a strange smile, as if silently telling her that he recognized her too.
" The dead in this land will lie quietly for the time being, but don't be deceived. Your prince will only find death in the cold north.”
The Prophet's blunt words made her flinch a little.
Jaina mustered her courage and defended the prince."Arthas is only doing what he thinks is right.”
No matter what mistakes Arthas had made, he truly believed that purging Stratholme was the only option.
The Prophet's gaze became gentle as he said,""His enthusiasm is commendable, but it will also lead to his failure. It's all up to you now, young mage.”
"What?" Jaina was stunned. Me?"
" Don't worry," the Prophet sighed." Antonidas ignored me, and neither did Terenas and Arthas. Human rulers and magicians avoid the truth, but I doubt you will.”
He took a step forward and placed his hand on her shoulder. He said solemnly," You must lead your people to the ancient continent of Kalimdor in the west. Only there can you fight against the shadows and save the world from fire and water.”
Jaina stared at the eyes in front of her and understood that he was right.
Because there was no dominance or threat in those eyes, only insight into the world. They were deep and certain, looking straight into the depths of her heart.
"I…"
She swallowed hard and looked at the terrifying scene caused by the person she loved and still loved. Then she nodded hard." I will do as you say, but I still need some time to gather them and convince them to believe me.”
The strange plague spread very quickly, but the people of the kingdom still had hope. It was not easy to persuade them to leave their homeland and live in another land on the other side of the ocean, even if she was the princess of the sea kingdom of Kultiras.
" I don't think you have that much time," the Prophet said helplessly." You've already wasted too much."”
However, he quickly heaved a sigh of relief and pressed her shoulder with a smile."Do what you think is necessary, but don't take too long. Time passed quickly. Delaying would bring about fatal consequences.”
She nodded.
The Prophet slowly turned his head and looked at the dark corner.""So, mysterious sir, are you willing to help Jaina?”
Jaina was stunned and turned to look.
Han Lingqiu shook her head and sighed. She walked out of the shadows and smiled."If possible, I might be able to help Prince Arthas resolve the disaster he is about to face.”
He had already guessed who the Raven Prophet was, which was why he had retreated in a hurry.
Medivh, the Astral Mage, was one of the most powerful divine-tier archmages in the world of Azeroth. Compared to the characters in Marvel, he was basically on par with the Supreme Mage Gu Yi.
His mother, Aegwynn, the previous Guardian of Tirisfal, could even fight the Dark Titan's incarnation alone. Medivh inherited all of his mother's powers, but because of the Dark Titan's schemes, he gradually became the Dark Titan's puppet. After opening the Dark Portal, he was killed by his apprentice, Wizard Cadgar, and his good friend, Sir Lothar.
Medivh's physical body was destroyed, and his soul wandered in the astral plane for many years before being resurrected by his mother with the last bit of mana she used to maintain her youth.
In order to make up for his past mistakes, Medivh transformed into a mysterious prophet and appeared on the continent of Lordaeron. He prophesied about the second invasion of the Burning Legion and the horror of the Undead Scourge. However, the higher-ups of the human race were not interested in his words. He could only place his hopes on the young Jaina.
Han Lingqiu really didn't want to stand in front of such a terrifying figure who was even more ferocious than the Lich King at his peak.
However, since he had been called to reveal his whereabouts, there was no need to hide. Perhaps there would be unexpected benefits. After all, this person who could be called the most loving person had already taken on the heavy responsibility of protecting the world before he was born... Uh, this was also very similar to Gu Yi.
As a mage, Medivh's eyes could see through the river of time, but he couldn't see the future.
In other words, he was a variable.
"Do you know what happened to Arthas?" Jaina asked eagerly.”
"As you guessed, Noscent is a trap specifically targeted at the prince.”Han Lingqiu spread her hands and said," The Lich King saw the prince's potential and wanted him to become a Death Knight under his command. That's why he set up a trap for him to go to Noscent, the Scourge's lair. Once he eats the 'dessert' that the Lich King has prepared, he will lose himself forever while gaining immense power.”
"What should I do?" Jaina muttered in pain. What should we do?"
Han Lingqiu took the opportunity to say," Lordaeron is quite a distance away from Noscent. The prince's troops shouldn't have arrived yet. If Wizard Proudmoore can help me open a Teleportation Gate and teleport directly to Noscent, I might be able to warn him in advance.”
Jaina's eyes lit up." My mana isn't enough to open a Teleportation Gate, and I've never been to Noscent. I don't have the coordinates, but my teacher should be able to. I can take you to Dalaran to ask him…"
The current Jaina was still too young, and she wasn't a Legendary Great Mage who could fight an army alone in the future. It was indeed a little difficult for her to forcefully open a portal that spanned a thousand miles.
" That'll require the Prophet's approval," Han Lingqiu said as she looked at Medivh.”
Jaina looked at him pleadingly, and Medivh smiled."Then, what do you want?”
Han Lingqiu thought for a moment and said," The Prophet's Magic Notes."”
Medivh didn't hesitate. He reached into his pocket and took out an old sheepskin book. He said,""Then…I'll leave it to you."
Han Lingqiu was shocked.”
Medivh's eyes flashed with wisdom as he smiled.""Due to some special reasons, I can't interfere with too many things. But you're different. I can't see your future. You don't seem to belong to this world, and you can do many things that are inconvenient for me. Besides…it's just a magic notebook.”
To most mages, Medivh's magic notes were priceless treasures, but to him, it was just a notebook.
"Goodbye, my two little friends."
The Prophet's body shrunk and turned into a huge black crow again. It flapped its wings and flew away. For some reason, the air current that the black wings blew past her face did not smell of decay, smoke, or death at all. It smelled pure and fresh.
It was the aura of hope.
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