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- Lady Jaina Proudmoore stood on the hills of Razor Hill, overlooking the land below.
On this land, she established the most unlikely alliance in Azeroth; she and her men defeated the most invincible legion in the vast universe
Since she became sensible, she has been fighting in crisis after crisis. She fought against the undead, demons, orcs, and warlords, holding the fate of the world in her hands more than once.
And no one can be more meaningful and valuable than the Holy War on Mount Hyjal.
This is the deed that Jaina is most proud of, even more proud and proud than growing into a heroic mage as a woman.
But even though she is the queen of Theramore who is seen as a powerful and protective person in the eyes of others, Jaina still feels relieved every time she is invited and called by Thrall.
After all, Gianna, who has always looked like a strong and courageous woman to outsiders, is still a woman after all
The terrible war was over, humans had established a new home in Kalimdor, and Jaina thought everything was over.
But she never imagined that as a leader, there were still many things that she had to deal with and do personally during peacetime. Taking care of Theramore's affairs day after day made Jaina even miss those days of fighting on the battlefield. In fact, she had nothing to regret or complain about, but she still seized every opportunity to rest, just like a traveler in the desert grabbing a glass of water.
When too much pressure accumulates in the heart, when too high expectations are burdened on the shoulders Even the most tenacious female mage hopes to find a trustworthy friend to talk to.
And by Jaina's side. There is no other choice than Thrall.
¡°There is no doubt that Sal has a charisma that makes people believe and respect without realizing it.
In her entire life, except for her late mentor Antonidas, Jaina had never felt that anyone was more reliable and trustworthy than the upright orc warchief. Even she had included her father and Alsace in this list for comparison.
Alsace was her lover.
At that time, he was still a noble and humble prince, a just and brave paladin. But now he has fallen into the death knight of the Undead Scourge, the sharpest minion in the hands of the Lich King - managing a world as cruel and bloody as himself. He has now become one of the most terrifying demons in the world.
She knew that one day they would meet each other on the battlefield.
Admiral Daelin Proudmoore is her father.
But the Admiral insisted on killing all the orcs living in Kalimdor despite his own dissuasion. Even if she insists that orcs and humans alike are victims of the Burning Legion. Orcs harbor no ill will toward humans.
Her father didn¡¯t believe his daughter at all. Like most of the older leaders and generals Jaina knew, the Admiral was unable to accept a different world. He is willing to do whatever it takes to change the world back to its original state - to eliminate all orcs!
Even if all life is ruined and war breaks out.
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The mountain breeze blew the skirt, and the afternoon sunlight filled the earth.
The luxurious mooncloth robe fully reveals the female mage's curvy figure. The charming and delicate face, the ocean-blue eyes, the charming long golden shawl hair, and the smile on the corner of the mouth. All this makes the female mage at this moment full of charm
Earlier today, the female mage once again received a magic message from Thrall, inviting her to meet at the old place.
Gianna, who was suffering from the never-ending pile of official documents and hoping to have some free time, came over happily.
About half a year ago, when Theramore and Orgrimmar were just starting to be built, Jaina gave Thrall a magic talisman: a crystal engraved with Tirisfal's spell. Jaina herself has an identical one.
As long as Thrall holds this stone in his hand and silently chants Jaina's name, Jaina's stone will sparkle, and so will Thrall's.
So whenever they want to meet in secret to discuss state affairs without alerting anyone else - or maybe just to chat like old friends - they just need to use a magic charm to contact each other. Jaina will immediately teleport to the hills of Razor Hill, and Thrall will come over in a spaceship.
Although Razor Ridge is the territory of the orcs. But both Jaina and Thrall thought it was most appropriate to meet here. Because Thrall spends most of his time in Orgrimmar, the orc capital city under construction, and Razor Ridge is the closest village and outpost to Orgrimmar, which is a good choice.It's a two-day journey. And Jaina's superb teleportation magic allows her to appear anywhere she wants in an instant.
Meeting here will not cause any resentment or fear between the two parties. It will not cause interference to other people, nor will it cause worry and confusion to the people on both sides who are still somewhat hostile to each other.
Jaina stood on the edge of the mountain and looked at the orc villages at the foot of the mountain. Tightly wrapped small houses dotted the brown and uneven land.
Even in times of peace, the orcs still guard their houses tightly, for fear of being robbed by others. There were several orcs walking around the room, some were greeting each other, and others were dumbfounded and didn't know what to say. Look at their innocent appearance. Jaina couldn't help but laugh.
And just as Jaina was observing the lives of orc civilians with great interest, a thunderous rumble came to her ears.
Thrall¡¯s airship has arrived.
Jaina turned her head and saw a huge airship approaching slowly. The airship was bought by Thrall from the goblins. Its shape and appearance were very goblin-style, and it was so weird that it was indescribable.
When we met in the mountains in the past, Thrall always brought one or two guards with him. But this time, Sal was the only one standing alone on the spacious deck.
Jaina felt that Thrall's behavior was a bit unusual.
Thrall pulled down a few joysticks, and the airship slowed down and began to circle around the hill. Then the orc warchief pulled the last joystick and hovered the airship in mid-air. Thrall lowered the ladder. Walked towards Jaina.
Like most orcs, Thrall has green skin and black hair, which is braided and hangs down on his shoulders. He wore black metal armor dotted with bits of bronze. This armor is a relic of Orgrim's Doomhammer. He was Thrall's teacher, and Orgrimmar, the capital of Durotar, was named after him.
Carrying behind him is Orgrim¡¯s weapon, the Doomhammer, from which Orgrim¡¯s surname comes. The Doomhammer is a powerful weapon, and Jaina saw Thrall using it on the battlefield more than once during the Holy War of Hyjal. The warhammer is soaked in the blood of demons
Thrall¡¯s most distinctive feature is his blue eyes, a color extremely rare among orcs. They hint at the extraordinary wisdom and courage of the orc warchief.
"Nice to meet you, my old friend."
Jaina smiled warmly. He stepped forward and gave Sal, who was in a hurry, a polite hug.
Jaina felt that compared to her father and former lover, the orc leader seemed more credible and more topical to her.
It can be the next second. Jaina felt Thrall's body stiffen. And in Thrall's blue eyes, the female mage saw something unusual: her friend Thrall was in a complicated mood
"Jaina, no matter what I say" Thrall said hesitantly without saying hello to Jaina, "I hope you can stay calm and strong."
"What's going on, Thrall?" The orc warchief's unexpected comfort and instructions made Jaina's heart suddenly twitch.
She suddenly recalled that her father, Admiral Daelin Proudmoore, had led his fleet to Northrend - that was because the Horde did not hold the Kul Tiras navy accountable for its invasion of Durotar. And the conditions issued.
In the ice and snow of the North, where the headquarters of the Scourge is located, the two most important men in her life may be facing off against this
An ominous premonition filled Jaina's heart. This made the female mage ask slightly anxiously.
But years of meditation experience have taught her how to control her emotions. When she was an apprentice mage, her teacher told her that in order to be an excellent mage, she must first learn to control her emotions. Jaina tightly grasped the wand in her hand - it was a relic of her teacher Antonidas.
After calming down, Jaina barely suppressed the uneasiness lingering in her mind:
"Tell me. Since it seems to be related to methat means I have to know after all"
"Just now, Gude sent back a message from Lordaeron" Thrall looked at the human girl in front of him with a complex expression. After pondering for a moment, he finally spoke hesitantly. "Your father fell during the battle in Alsace."
"And the Patricidehas become the new Lich King"
"Clang!"
Antonidas¡¯s relic, the gorgeous and exquisite crystal staff, quietly slipped from Jaina¡¯s fingertips
Dalaran, Violet?Castle.
In the inner ring area where the six-person Kirin Tor Council mage tower is located, under the mage tower with a red dome, a warm and unique small manor is filled with laughter.
In a small garden-like courtyard. A happy family of four is enjoying the warm sunshine in the spring afternoon.
Two cradles made of rosewood are placed side by side under the warm sunshine. And in the cradle that was gently rocked by the magic power, two pink babies were waving their fleshy little hands randomly, each dragging a small piece of fiery red hair, and giggling like silver bells.
The owner of the fiery red hair is a young man squatting beside the cradle, grinning and making a grimace.
He was wearing an elegant midnight blue robe, and beneath his thick fiery red hair was a pair of dark green eyes. With his tall and handsome figure and broad, rough hands, the man in robes looked more like a strong warrior than a mysterious and weak mage.
There is a scar on his nose, but even so, the young human mage does not look ugly.
Thanks to his strong and graceful chin, his angular face, and his pair of eyebrows that are as curved as a bow, all these together make this young mage always look full of energy. Confidence and courage.
Such a look of honor, even in the mage capital, which always gives people a sense of mystery. It's also very eye-catching.
The second floor of the tavern not far from the small courtyard was empty because of Old Tang's reserved area. Old Tang, who was leaning on the railing, couldn't help but laugh unscrupulously in his heart when he saw a certain winner in life enjoying himself with his wife and sons.
Turning his head and looking at Her Majesty the Queen who was staring at the courtyard in silence for a long time, Old Tang sighed softly in his heart and followed Sylvanas' gaze to the courtyard, where the man with a satisfied and warm face expression. The blood elf woman looked at the playfulness of her husband and son beside her.
On her body, which is taller than most humans, she wears a well-tailored blue-purple silk dress, which highlights her slender but undulating figure. A snow-white fur shawl was draped on her slender shoulders. On the feet are knee-high leather boots.
Like almost all blood elves, this blood elf mother has a beautiful and charming appearance.
The exquisite and charming face is strikingly similar to Her Majesty the Queen next to her, almost carved from the same mold. The look between her brows and eyes was full of the maternal aura that Old Tang had noticed on Serena* Xueyu's face many times recently. From time to time, her eyes and smile reveal the charm and coquettishness unique to mature women.
Luo Ning!
Vereesa!
These are the two people Old Tang is looking for in Dalaran City!
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The Windrunner family has a tragic fate.
Her Majesty the Queen¡¯s youngest brother died on the battlefield against the orcs during World War II. This is why the eldest sister Alleria and the younger sister Vereesa hate the orcs deeply.
If Sylvanas, the second sister, had not fallen under the sword of Frostmourne and transformed from a ranger general to the queen of darkness today, and began to lead the Forsaken to avenge the natural disaster, I am afraid that Her Majesty the Queen would never be willing to do so. In the company of orcs.
But the sacrifice of his youngest brother is not the only tragedy for the Windrunner family.
The eldest sister Alleria Windrunner followed her husband, the paladin Turalyon, into the Dark Portal, but was missing in the final explosion of Draenor;
The second sister Sylvanas Windrunner died under the sword of Arthas, and her soul was desecrated and tortured. After transforming into the Banshee Queen, the only motivation that kept her going was revenge against Alsace and the natural disasters. Her temperament and mentality became distorted and extreme in the torture of pain and hatred day after day;
Although my sister Vereesa Windrunner was married and a mother, she eventually broke away from her race for various reasons. Misfortune arises from Xiao Qiang. In the end, even her husband, the only one who supported her, died on the battlefield. The originally happy family was shattered, leaving only orphans and widows
Although the names of the three Windrunner sisters are resounding throughout Azeroth, their respective fates have made countless World of Warcraft players sigh.
And Lao Tang is one of them.
Old Tang is powerless to change what has happened. But at least Old Tang will not let the queen around him make the same mistake again and become ruthless. Make hatred your only goal in life.
In the memory of Old Tang¡¯s past life, leaving aside the unknown life and death of his eldest sister Alleria, Vereesa and Her Majesty the Queen later knew each other¡¯s existence, but in the end they never interacted with each other. As a result, Vereesa became more determined towards the blood elves, and Her Majesty's temperament became more twisted.
Day after day??Year after year. The once-close sisters finally became strangers
No matter the blood elves¡¯ allies or Sylvanas¡¯ men, this kind of tragedy is something that Old Tang is not willing to repeat again!
This is also the reason why Old Tang would take the initiative to bring Her Majesty the Queen to visit Luo Ning¡¯s family!
"Let's go" He gently put his arm around Her Majesty the Queen's shoulders and let Sylvanas, who was absent-minded, lean on his shoulders. Old Tang whispered in Her Majesty's ears: "Go and meet them. .¡±
"No! No!"
Old Tang¡¯s words woke up Her Majesty the Queen who was in a daze. The next second, Her Majesty the Queen, who has always been cold and strong, almost vetoed like an enraged female leopard. The trembling body was struggling fiercely in Old Tang's arms.
"She is your sister! Xina!" Old Tang's arms were like two iron shafts, tightly restraining Her Majesty the Queen's fierce resistance, and he stared at her panicked eyes and said without doubt. "They are all your family!"
"Sylvanas is dead!" Her Majesty the Queen roared at Old Tang almost at the top of her lungs. The body that was struggling fiercely in the next second slowly collapsed in Old Tang's arms, and he murmured absently: "I have died once, Gudeshe will not accept me nowshe will not accept me anymore." This is my sister"
"Escape can't solve any problem" Looking at Her Majesty the Queen's helpless and helpless look, Old Tang hugged Sylvanas tightly into his arms and comforted her softly with pity: "Some things must be done. You won¡¯t know until you try it.¡±
"If she really doesn't want to accept you as you are now, then I will do everything possible to restore you to your former self." Gently patting Her Majesty the Queen's trembling back, Old Tang promised solemnly and solemnly. made his promise.
"I will go to Illidan to ask for water from the Well of Eternity; I will beg the Red Dragon Queen to restore your body to life; I will visit all the demigods and ancient gods, just asking them to let you come back to life. The ability to gain new life"
"As long as there is even the slightest hope, even if I am against the entire world, even if it costs me my life, even if Sargeras personally blocks it, I will not give up!!!"
"You don't want it either!"
"No matter what, at least you still have me!" Gently raising Her Majesty the Queen's absent-minded face, Old Tang gently kissed Sylvanas' forehead and promised warmly:
"I will be with you, always with you."
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