foreigner's journey

Chapter 1680 The Winner's Reward
"Resurrection...is it the kind of 'resurrection' we understand?"

Even the voice of the wolf king Gene was trembling.

The others also looked at Heather with anticipation, hoping to hear the answer they wanted from this mysterious star goddess.

Heather laughed heartily, not disappointing everyone:
"That's right, children, it's the resurrection you've been waiting for!"
Although the required points are high, as long as someone can achieve the goal, I can resurrect any dead person for that lucky person.

Regardless of whether the deceased's remains still exist, or how long they have been dead and how cruelly they died, I can ensure that the deceased returns to the material universe intact, in the form desired by the exchanger.

for example……"

Heather's eyes gleamed slightly as she casually reached out and grabbed at the open space in the center of the hall.

To everyone's astonishment, a figure was rapidly being constructed and appeared in the main hall.

This man had a full head of long golden hair, a handsome and dashing appearance, and a tall and robust physique. He was also wearing a magnificent suit of armor that shone with blue, gold and silver, and a dark blue cloak fluttered behind him.

Upon seeing this figure, Archmage Jaina covered her mouth and exclaimed in disbelief, "...Arthas?"

"Jaina?"

Arthas turned around as soon as he heard Jaina's voice, then covered his head, exclaiming, "I...I'm...I'm dead? And I did so many evil and cruel things...Oh my god!"

Thump! He fell heavily to his knees, letting out a wail.

Baine, the tauren, leaned close to Thrall and whispered, "Thrall, that's...?"

Sal didn't speak, but simply nodded silently.

Arthas was once a prince of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, a valiant paladin of the Knights of the Silver Hand, the lover of Archmage Jaina, and a disciple of Uther the Lightbringer. He was also the Lich King, who murdered his father to seize the throne and turned the entire Kingdom of Lordaeron and even Azeroth into a living hell.

Without a doubt, Arthas was killed by Tirion Fordring, the Highlord of the Argent Crusade, at the Frozen Throne many years ago, and perished completely.

Is the person before me really Arthas?

Jaina approached Arthas, looking at him with a hint of disbelief: "Arthas, is it really you?"

“Jaina, I…I remember everything. I died, killed by Fordring and the warriors, and then I fell into a strange place…”

I saw Uther, who angrily rebuked me and then cast me into hell to suffer eternal torment.

This is all the retribution I deserve; I've done so many wrong things..."

Arthas looked down at his trembling hands:
“Father, Uther, Muradin, the people of Stratholme, and you… I have hurt too many innocent people.”

I must continue to atone for my sins; I... I shouldn't have returned to the mortal world.

Arthas looked up at Jaina, a pained smile on his pale face:
“I’m sorry, Jaina… I know you’ve suffered a lot because of your hair and your tired look.”

I hope we never meet in hell; you deserve a better place.

Having said that, he knelt on the ground and looked up at the throne on the steps, his tone sincere to the point of near-reverence:
"Great God, please send me back to hell."

I am an unforgivable villain, unworthy of this precious divine grace of resurrection.

Heather raised her eyebrows noncommittally: "Alright, I'll grant your wish."

Snap! He snapped his fingers, and Arthas's body, along with his armor, instantly disintegrated into countless specks of light that scattered with the wind.

A hush fell over the crowd. Then, the Priestess Tyrande, the Archdruid Malfurion, and the Prophet Velen knelt on the ground and touched their breasts in respect to Heather on the throne.

The three of them sensed through the power of the moon goddess, the power of life magic, and the power of holy light that Arthas was indeed a living being, not an illusion or a soul.

The Star God truly brought back the dead, who had been dead for a long time and whose souls were incomplete, to the world, and in their best condition!
That which can do what ordinary people cannot is called a god.

The others present also quickly knelt down, no longer doubting Heather's divine power.

King Gene of the Wolf dreamed of resurrecting his son Liam, and Thrall and Varian also wanted to resurrect their beloved women.

For some faction leaders who may not have a particular need for resurrection, Heather has prepared other options.

For example, one could divinely forge the weapons held by leaders, upgrading them; directly bestow upon them a fully functional starship; a habitable planet with a pleasant climate; unimaginable wealth... Each exchange option requires a different number of points, with the most expensive being [Resurrection].

Most people were overwhelmed by the choices, while the more astute, like High Tinker Mekkatorque, began to compare the rewards with the demon's points. Only Velen didn't look at the rewards but instead asked:

"Great Star God, could you tell us what the reward will be for the ultimate winner of this game?"

The others stopped and listened quietly.

If the rewards for redeeming items are already so amazing, then what kind of earth-shattering rewards will the final winner receive?
"Good question."

Seeing that someone had finally asked the crucial question, Heather became a little more serious:
"When Azeroth and the Burning Legion officially went to war, the game known as the 'Burning Crusade' began."

You can lead your armies to hunt down the Burning Legion's generals, or you can prove yourselves superior to them on your own.

Killing a Burning Legion general will earn you points, and I will open the Hall of Stars every so often to allow you to exchange those points.

The Burning Crusade game will end when the war between Azeroth and the Burning Legion ends and one side achieves a complete victory.

The person who accumulates the highest score is the winner.

As for the prize, I will give the winner a chance to make a wish.

"Make...a wish?" Jaina's eyes gradually brightened.

"That's right, whatever the wish, I can grant it for the winner."

For example, Jaina Proudmoore, your Theramore, and the people who once lived there, can be restored to their former glory, as if that terrible catastrophe had never happened.

Regent Lor'themar, I can forever eliminate the blood elves' thirst for magic, freeing you from the torment of magic addiction.

High Tinker Mekkatorque, the restoration of Gnomeregan is not a distant dream.

Heather casually uttered those once-unattainable dreams that made the faction leaders gasp for breath, then smiled at Velen, whose body was trembling slightly, and said softly:

"And you, Prophet Velen."

Yes, I can bring the Draenei back to your homeland Argus, and restore that great planet, which has long been occupied and completely transformed by the Burning Legion, to its former glory.

You, and the Soul of Argus, have a chance to start over.

(End of this chapter)