Menethil's Power

Chapter 325 Beware of the Daughter of the Sea!

"Be careful, be careful, daughter of the sea, hear him shouting..." On the streets of Boralus, a five or six-year-old girl ran past humming a song. There is a festive atmosphere everywhere, but now the adults are wearing black veils. She doesn't understand the meaning of this suddenly widely sung ballad, and who is the "Daughter of the Sea" referring to? I just simply thought it sounded good, so I started humming along.

Today is the funeral of former Admiral Daelin Proudmoore.

Three days ago, the orc fleet returned to Kul Tiras, and Prince Drake brought back a heavy news: the admiral had died in battle on the coast of Kalimdor, which shocked the whole country.Daelin was loved by the whole nation during his lifetime, and his death plunged the entire kingdom into mourning.

Soon there were various "truth" rumors about the admiral's death in battle, and the amazing thing is that various versions of the rumors all mentioned the admiral's youngest daughter, Jaina Proudmoore, and all cryptically pointed out that The admiral was "paying for his daughter's mistakes."

When a lie is repeated thousands of times, it will become the truth. What's more, this kind of statement is not pure speculation. For a while, the name of Jaina was mentioned by countless people, and the citizens of Kul Tiras discussed the little princess with complex expressions.There are even people with ulterior motives who spread Jaina as a black-hearted witch based on the plague in Silverpine Forest.

These discussions from the outside world have not reached Jaina's ears for the time being. The girl is wearing a pure black mourning dress, staring blankly at the coffin covered with the Kul Tiras flag. Her father is buried in it. The last time the two women talked to each other was even an unpleasant quarrel.

She didn't cry, because the tears had already been shed in Dalaran. After experiencing so much pain and blows, the girl's delicate heart had gradually become numb.

One after another, nobles wearing solemn mourning dresses came to this silent cemetery. These nobles had just attended the Admiral's triumphal banquet some time ago, but now they are going to attend the commander's funeral again. Most of them couldn't help but Lamenting the impermanence of the world, they all looked at Jaina with more or less weird expressions, but the girl didn't care about it, she knew what they were thinking.

In fact, Jaina herself couldn't convince herself that she had nothing to do with her father's death, so she could only bear the pain of being torn again in her heart alone, and it was her mother Catherine's reaction that made her sad again.After learning the bad news of her husband's death, Catherine was almost in tears these days, fainted several times, and never looked at Jaina from the beginning to the end, as if she had forgotten that she had this daughter.

"Today, we gather here to mourn the passing of a great leader." After everyone arrived, Brother Pike, the tide sage who presided over the funeral, said in a steady voice: "He is a wise monarch, a considerate Husband, reliable father, may the tide of the sea soothe his soul and give him rest. The sea returns to the sea, ashes to ashes, and tide to tide.”

Everyone bowed their heads in silence, and many noble women began to sob in a low voice. At this moment, a thick arm was raised, and Brother Parker looked a little surprised, "What's the matter, Lady Ashvane?"

The extremely tall lady stood up and looked straight at Jaina, "I don't think Miss Jaina Proudmoore is qualified to attend this funeral." She said bluntly.

This was undoubtedly a very disrespectful behavior, but no one came forward to accuse the lady.Lord Ashvane was originally one of the heroes of the triumphant return, but at this time he and Admiral Daelin had died in Kalimdor.It is also reasonable for his widow to make such a request.

After all, Jaina is now considered by most to be one of the main causes of the Admiral's death.

"Then, Your Highness Jaina, can you... evade?" Lord Stormsong asked hesitantly.

Let the daughter avoid the father's funeral, how can I feel a little unreasonable.

Jaina didn't answer, but looked at her mother, "Go back to your room, child." Catherine closed her eyes and said quite tiredly, which made her speak to her daughter for the first time in days.

"Understood, mother." Jaina bowed slightly, with an indifferent expression, then turned around and left silently. The back of the girl alone made people feel distressed.

The interrupted funeral continued, and eventually the admiral's coffin was placed at the base of a monument that, in either timeline, seemed to be the final destination of Admiral Daelin Proudmoore.

Jaina stumbled back to her room, and sat with her arms folded and her knees curled up against the wall. She was more and more used to this sitting position, because it would give her a sense of warmth and security that she craved so much.

Grief flooded her heart like a tidal wave. Jaina began to sob softly, and at the same time showed a wry smile. She probably guessed that the last harbor of her heart had disappeared with the death of her father. Relatives and family seemed to be Also leave her.

She had nowhere to go, Jaina's eyes became hollow, and she felt that she had even lost the belief in living. Mr. Bigworth, the civilians infected with the plague, and her scarred father appeared one after another in her life. In front of her eyes, she almost went crazy.

Why do my kindness to this world always get such cruel returns?Jaina asked in her heart, she almost suffocated when she thought about everything she had experienced in the past year.

Because this world itself is ugly, everyone is doing everything for their own interests, but when the price is to be paid, they will forcefully push the blame to others. In this regard, there is not much difference between humans, orcs, and even demons. , they are all despicable, ridiculous, guilty...

Such thoughts suddenly appeared in Jaina's heart, and she felt that this was her true thought.

So how to face this ugly world?

purify it all...

How to do it?

So you need power, only strong enough power will make you no longer sad...

……

A man wearing the costume of a tidesage appeared at the side gate of Proudmoore Fortress. The guards guarding the gate instinctively felt that something was wrong. The tide monks who could enter here at this time should be attending the funeral. However, before they even asked, they all It quickly turned into an ice sculpture, and then shattered into tiny ice crystals.

After dealing with the guards with extremely cruel and effective means, the "tide sage" swaggered into Proudmoore Fortress. He went straight to Jaina's room and pushed open the door.Jaina, who heard the movement, turned around suddenly, and the girl's eyes had begun to glow blue at this time, which seemed to be a sign of the success of some kind of psychic spell.

After experiencing the triple mental blow of the plague, losing her beloved pet, and losing her father, and being affected by a specific spiritual induction spell, the original kind and innocent girl mage has been completely torn apart. Less than known.

"I finally see you, mentor." Jaina said, her tone was calm, without any emotional fluctuations.

"You did a good job, my apprentice." Kel'Thuzad smiled approvingly. As the most wanted criminal in the alliance, he made his debut as the driving force behind the scenes without any disguise, but he was still human at this time. The shape, those eyes like the galaxy have a different kind of attraction. "It seems that you have seen the essence of the world clearly and made the right choice."

Jaina nodded, her spiritual world is in a very strange state, those beautiful memories are being gradually eliminated, and all are sealed in the deepest part of her heart.

"So this is what you want to do? Take away everything I once had, and let me sink in the dark?"

"This is your fate, my dear apprentice."

Kel'Thuzad stretched out his hand, and a light blue portal emerged. Through the portal, he could see a scene of ice and snow on the other side. Seeing this completely unfamiliar scene, Jaina suddenly shrank a little.

You have no choice, said the voice in your heart.

"Yes, there is no choice." Jaina repeated in a low voice, and she looked at Kel'Thuzad. "Let's go, Mentor."

The light from the portal disappeared, and the room was empty, only the wind chimes by the window were swaying, making crisp sounds from time to time.

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