Krasus asked in surprise, "Are we going to Karazhan?"
Robbie saw his fear; Medivh was putting too much pressure on the Dragonkin. He shook his head and said:
"No need. Thrall may not have been raised by Blackmoore, but he will definitely come to rescue the Orcs. We can just wait for him here."
The two Southshore, not far away. A few days later, Anachronos, Khadgar, and four others arrived.
The five rested briefly in Tarren Mill. Anachronos warned, "The adventurers who entered this era before Thrall fled, and they all became Orcs food. We arrived earlier, but we can't let our guard down. History is always full of unexpected events."
At this moment, all five of them were in mortal form.
Anachronos is Blood Elf, Khadgar doesn't need to transform, Durotan becomes a Goblin, Mar'gok is a good-natured Dwarf, and Velen becomes Gilneas.
Unbeknownst to them, a Kobold was secretly following behind them.
Osaid followed them all the way from Thunder Bluff to the Caverns of Time, clinging to their backs like a shadow, and entered this era as well.
"Now, it's time to show your skills!" Anachronos shouted. "Investigate Durnholde, the more detailed the better. I'll be waiting for you at the Southshore Inn..."
Khadgar was fine with it, after all, Anachronos was the leader of the group and had the authority to give orders to others.
Durotan bared his fangs, wanting to protest, but seeing Mar'gok readily leave, he finally held back.
The Prophet Velen was a suspect and dared not utter a word.
All four of them went out to do their work, Anachronos hummed a little tune as he leisurely followed the main road to Southshore.
After the Cataclysm, Southshore became a vast, swampy land, Anachronos longed for the taste of the wine there.
As soon as Anachronos entered the inn, his gaze sharpened, and he unexpectedly detected a familiar aura.
After transforming into Blood Elf, he concealed his Dragonkin aura very well, making him difficult to detect. He quietly found a place to sit down.
A woman with golden hair sat by the window, wearing an Archmage's robe that accentuated her slender figure. She tilted her head and looked out the window, seemingly lost in thought.
The melancholic yet beautiful woman was very eye-catching; all the adventurers in the inn were focused on her. However, the staff on her back warned the adventurers that she was a dangerous mage, so no one dared to approach her.
Jaina.
Anachronos nearly cried out.
Based on the timeline, Jaina should have been just over twenty years old in this era, Mage Apprentice in Dalaran and a disciple of High Archmage Antonidas.
The Jaina before them possessed immense magical power and had matured considerably, exuding an air of world-weariness. However, her age remained a secret, unfathomable even to the two Dragonkin.
Anachronos immediately deduced that this Jaina, like him, had also traveled through time.
Upon careful recollection, Jaina did not recall using the Caverns of Time to travel through time.
Could she be from the future?
Anachronos's heart pounded. What the future world would be like, which Timeline would become reality—even the Dragonkin couldn't know in advance.
In one Timeline, Jaina replaced Arthas as the Lich King, ruling over all the Undead of Azeroth.
In another Timeline, Jaina personally ended the rule of the Five Dragonflights, making the Dragonkin a thing of the past.
Jaina drank the Morning Dew Wine, ordered a piece of cake and ate it in small bites, seemingly unaware that a dragon had entered the inn.
Anachronos breathed a sigh of relief, then chuckled self-deprecatingly. He was a dragon, after all; why should he fear Jaina?
Because he was distracted by Jaina, Anachronos did not notice Robbie and Krasus standing nearby.
"A Blood Elf, it must be Anachronos," Krasus affirmed.
"Are you sure?" Robbie asked suspiciously.
"How could a weary traveler keep his collar clean? Anachronos is a clean freak, he can't be wrong."
Robbie nodded, looking in Jaina's direction. "I really didn't expect her to come. The Infinite Dragonflight won't help Jaina; it can only be the Bronze Dragonflight."
Krasus thought for a moment and said, "If we want to know which era Jaina came from, we'll have to take some risks."
"Do you want to test her strength?" Robbie chuckled. "We don't need to lift a finger; someone else is willing to do it."
Boom!
The hotel door was kicked open suddenly, and a group of people barged in. The leader was a middle-aged blond man with a deep voice.
"Filthy adventurers, a bunch of trash, get out of here! I hereby declare the inn booked by the Silver Hand."
This group was menacing, with a tough, military air about them. The adventurers, not daring to cause trouble, all Liuliu away.
Anachronos hesitated for a moment, then had no choice but to follow the adventurer out the door.
Robbie didn't move; a simple spell made everyone ignore their presence and pretend they weren't there.
The blond man's gaze swept across the inn and landed on Jaina by the window.
A Dalaran Mages, a blond man, hesitated for a moment, then recalled the Archmages of Dalaran who he feared, but none of them matched up, and he immediately felt confident.
"That Dalaran Mages, please leave. The Silver Hand is handling this matter; all irrelevant personnel must leave immediately."
Jaina turned her head, looking impatient, and said, "The Silver Hand, Orcs food, get lost."
The blond man arrogantly declared, "I am Alexandros Mograine, High-ranking Paladin and Order of the Silver Hand. I'll show you what I'm capable of, so don't cry then."
With that, Mograine reached out to grab Jaina. He had misjudged the situation, thinking that the girl in front of him was just a young girl and couldn't possibly have much power.
Bang!
Without even seeing Jaina cast a spell, Mograine's heavy body flew backward and crashed heavily to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.
Mograine's comrades gasped in alarm and rushed out to help him up.
The Silver Hand's liaison, Isillien, snorted coldly:
"Madam, the Silver Hand and Dalaran been on good terms. Your actions of harming our Silver Hand Paladins and deliberately creating conflict are hardly appropriate."
Jaina smiled and said, "Clever words and twisted lies are meaningless in the face of strength. Get lost, or I'll cut off your arm."
You dare!
Before he could finish speaking, Isillien watched helplessly as his two arms were severed from his body, falling to the ground, blood gushing out rapidly, accompanied by a scream.
Jaina coldly replied, "It's not too late to heal with Holy Light; you won't be crippled. Get out of here."
The Silver Hand knights, realizing they'd met their match, helped Mograine and Isillien flee in a sorry state.
The adventurers returned to the inn, treating Jaina with the utmost reverence, but no one dared approach this dangerous woman; a large empty space remained around her.
"My God, what kind of power is this?" Krasus asked anxiously.
Jaina didn't cast any spells, nor did she sense any elemental fluctuations; she simply defeated her opponent with ease.
"The power of Holy Light," Robbie said with utmost seriousness.
"Is this the Holy Light?" Krasus asked incredulously.
"This is the effect of the ultimate application of Holy Light," Robbie said worriedly. "It means that the Age of Holy Light will truly arrive in the future."