kingnovel Chapter 457: Get Up, Acolyte
Chapter 457: Get Up, Acolyte
"Come, have a cup of coffee first, Jaina."
Staring blankly at the hot coffee in front of her, Jaina responded blankly: "Okay, mother."
When she arrived at her familiar and warm home, she felt no joy, but only long thoughts about her current strange situation.
From Dalaran to Proudmoore Fortress, from the bright morning to the afternoon approaching darkness.
Not only did she not get rid of the strange feeling, but she felt herself becoming stranger and stranger.
"Daughter, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm fine... Mom."
Quickly taking a sip of the sweet coffee, which was covered with a milk foam mask, Jaina responded softly.
Seeing that her daughter was still hiding something, Catherine said helplessly: "Okay, have a good rest."
Nodding, Jaina watched her mother's departing figure in a daze until the wooden door of her room was gently closed by Catherine.
A bright oil lamp, a cup of sweet coffee, a delivered book, a clean table, and a pair of white gloves.
Putting down her favorite coffee, Jaina picked up a spoon, stirred the milk foam and murmured to herself, "Who am I?"
"I felt like I wasn't 'me'. I never felt like that."
"I am sad, but I seem to have some kind of excitement hidden inside me."
"My memory is correct, but I am no longer the same person I was before because of the sudden feeling I had."
The speed of the stirring circle increased slightly, and Jaina asked herself softly: "So, facing the threat that has already arrived."
"Shall we unite and cross the unknown continent of Kalimdor to the west?"
There was a clang sound, and Jaina stopped the spoon and said, "No, let's unite."
"No difficulty can stop us from standing united. We depend on this land for survival."
"Unless it is absolutely necessary, when the survival of the race is at stake, who would leave their homeland?"
Trembling, Jaina picked up the coffee spoon with dripping coffee on it and said, "Run away. Running away once means failure."
"I escaped once, can I escape a second time?"
"It's not impossible to escape, but if you escape you have to face the question of why you are escaping, and there are other questions."
"These... these are the most important things to escape."
With a trembling voice, Jaina listened in horror to what she said word by word, following the "feeling" in her mind and heart.
Only when she was away from other people and locked herself in her own bedroom could she dare to do this, so that she could no longer suppress this feeling.
After not suppressing her feelings, she is now so scared, she is really not "herself" anymore, what she thinks and what she says is very contradictory.
"I won't... I won't run away again... Arthas... wu..."
As the spoon fell into the coffee cup, Jaina covered her mouth with both hands and tears flowed from her eyes.
She sobbed softly. This was clearly not what she was thinking about just now. It shouldn't be this.
Click, the gentle sound of the door opening did not startle anyone... Looking at the person who came, her mother who had been behind the door, Jaina sobbed even louder.
Woo woo... The tears dripping from the corners of her eyes no longer looked like raindrops, but turned into one...two streams, falling slowly.
She is clearly herself, but her mouth and feelings are not completely under her control.
"Woo..."
Holding Jaina from behind with both hands, Catherine lowered her head and asked softly, "My dear daughter, why are you crying again?"
"Mmmmm...Mom...Mmmmm...I..."
Gently wiping her daughter's red eyes, Catherine said, "Don't cry, Mommy is here."
As soon as the words fell, time seemed to stop, and Jaina looked at the spiraling bedroom in front of her in astonishment, and was about to...
"Come, have a cup of coffee first, Jaina."
"Mom, what...what happened?"
Putting down the warm, full cup of coffee, Catherine asked softly, "What's wrong, my daughter?"
"No, why is that?!"
……
"No! Sylvanas!!"
"Relax, I am just 'discussing' the mysteries of magic with you, Dar'Khan Drathir."
Smiling and looking down at the high male elf wrapped in bandages, Sylvanas rubbed her hands... She lowered her head and looked at her white hands.
why? !
Where's the big fireball I just made with so much effort?!
This is unreasonable and doesn't make sense at all!
With a puzzled look on her face, Sylvanas looked at this "unharmed" former "friend" and suddenly felt that this world...
She rubbed her hands together in disbelief, and with a familiar feeling, she rubbed out a fireball the size of a washbasin.
call!
Fortunately, I practiced on my own... After discussing with Dalkan for so long, I didn't lose the level of Fireball that I was familiar with in the past.
Every time I think about myself heading to Kingsroad... Wait, this isn't the feeling I should be having right now...
Some kind of plant, Sylvanas looked at her white hands that had only memories but no corresponding training, and her face became confused.
She has her own corresponding memories, but she herself does not have the original... or even a weakened version of the magic, and has practiced new magic skills for many months.
Now at this moment, he is using the body of a high elf to relive the experience of learning magic.
Compared with the eight years of hard work in learning magic and enduring all the hardships to become a master, it is a lot faster, but it is particularly helpless.
"Haha, Sylvanas."
There was no expected pain. Dalkan chuckled and said, "It seems that you still don't dare."
"Wind Walker, I advise you to immediately...ah!"
Sylvanas threw out granular ice with one hand, and looked at the traitor tied up with anti-magic bandages, and her long eyebrows suddenly stood up.
"Ah...ahhh!"
Throwing out another piece of sharp ice, Sylvanas said, "You are so crazy!"
"If you have the guts, keep barking in front of me!"
Sylvanas blew up the floating fireball with one punch, and used the remaining power to take down the longbow behind her.
Pulling the bowstring, Sylvanas drew the bow and said, "I won't let you take the fireball."
"Darkan, you're showing off in front of me, right?!"
"Do you know... do you know what an ice arrow is?!"
After saying this, Sylvanas suddenly lowered her voice, shot out a small ice arrow that didn't look like an ice arrow, and waved her hand.
"Priest Liadrin, come and heal our Mage Drasil."
Farther away, the female priest who was hiding in the dense grass nearby with some rangers had a bitter look on her face.
If other priests don't shout, why do you shout at her? Isn't she the most professional priest in the team?
She wouldn't believe it at all if she was the only one caught at such a long distance without catching others.
"Waste of time, please remember..."
"No! Sylvanas!!"
Once again the bandaged traitor was heard making that noise, that annoying high-pitched sound.
In this regard, Sylvanas wanted to take off her elf ears for the first time...
I'm daydreaming again... No, how could I have thought of... Wait... Let me think it through.
The memories are there, and the familiar feeling is slowly being recovered from the most important memories.
However, he returned all his magical talent and various magical knowledge to Master Antonidas and had to practice again.
Oh, one more thing!
I don’t know why, but I always feel like something of mine is lost forever.
Not your own system, but your own… nor what you eat and drink.
"No! Sylvanas!!"
After thinking for a while, she heard the familiar voice again, and Sylvanas waved her hand and threw out a basin-shaped fireball.
Turning around, she looked at the priest who was holding the golden grass and said, "Liadrien, come and heal me!"
As before, Liadrin stood up with a hint of dissatisfaction.
"By the Holy Light, Dalkan cannot die like this."
Hearing these seemingly pious words, Liadrin couldn't help but put on a...
"Don't worry about whether I understand the Holy Light or not. I really don't know how to emit the Holy Light now."
So, when the Ranger General was making the fireball before, the female priest who was discovered again walked towards Sylvanas step by step.
At this moment, Liadrin...
"Trust me, I will teach you how to treat the traitor carefully."
Look at what this Wind Walker said, it's simply a...
"Don't think about it, Liadrin, just come here quickly!"
The Ranger General I know would never say such things to himself.
Grabbing Liadrin's carelessly extended hand, Sylvanas said seriously, "Alright, alright."
"I don't mind you...sneaking...on...there..."
"No! Sylvanas!!"
"Shut up, Dar'Khan Drathir!"
Sylvanas kicked the bandaged traitor away with a fierce kick, then put her hands on her hips, looking very angry.
If I had known this would happen, I would never have ripped off the bandages sealing this traitor!
"Arthas Menethil! What are you doing behind my back?!"
"General! Is the evil Prince of Lordaeron here?!"
Next to a female priest who was not sure whether she wanted to reveal it or not, a white-haired ranger stood up, made a trumpet shape with his hands, and shouted loudly.
Now that the Ranger General has said so, it's time to prepare for battle.
Although Quel'Thalas was a little slow to learn the news, it had the well-informed General Sylvanas.
Lor'themar Theron understood clearly that now... the longbow that broke through the air would knock him down.
Lor'themar?!
As Liadrin stood up to treat the innocent ranger who was injured for no reason, Sylvanas confirmed it again.
This ranger lieutenant was not the one she called, but if that guy didn't dodge, it would be really unfair...
Picking up an arrow from the quiver behind her, Sylvanas was stunned as she watched the longbow in her hand disappear.
To be honest, without the "inconspicuous" magic that could easily condense weapons, she suddenly felt that this world...
With a twitch of her lips, Sylvanas stared at the world that began to spin again and again, hating the paladin who was nowhere to be found.
"No! Sylvanas!!"
"Get out of here, you parrot! I'm not Sylvanas Windrunner!!"
"General! Not only has your military strength not declined, but now..."
"And you! Halduron Brightwing!!"
Before she finished her words, Sylvanas used the Wind Step that she had learned naturally and knocked down the ranger lieutenant who had just stood up from the ground near Lor'themar with one punch.
Rubbing her fists, Sylvanas felt for the first time that this body of a legendary warrior was not good enough.
The passive archery skill of 100% accuracy was not enough, she also wanted a punch that wouldn't hurt too much.
These subordinates were not doing things that were easy to deal with. Her orders...
"Sister Liadrin, can you go and heal this ranger who has low hard power?"