After being silent for a long time, Jaina raised his head and looked at Deren: "However, Thrall shouldn't take the initiative to plan the kidnapping of Blue Dragon." Jaina still wants to defend his old friend.
"Of course. But now that the orcs have gone through the first time with Second War and migrated to Kalimdor, the population has dropped a lot, so they have attracted Tauren and Troll established Horde. Similarly, orcs, as his core assets, must be given priority by him. If there are outside orcs joining, although they have a bad reputation, they are orcs after all, so why not drive them away?"
"Thrall is an orc after all. He is the chief of the orcs. His stance determines his thoughts." Deren did not save face for World Shaman.
The scene was silent again and again.
Jaina did not continue the topic, but knelt next to Chromie and patted Bronze Dragon's back gently. Little Gnome had vomited for the third time and was now sobbing weakly on her shoulder.
"It's okay, it's all over." Jaina comforted softly, although her own voice was trembling a little.
Chromie raised her face with tears in her eyes. "I was almost bullied by that guy. You don't understand. I saw a fireball as big as the whole city." She burped, "Everyone. And you. You were standing there."
Jaina's body stiffened slightly, but soon relaxed and continued to caress Chromie's back, "But that hasn't happened yet, right? Now that we know, we can stop it."
Chromie suddenly turned around and hugged Jaina tightly, burying his face in her shoulder. "They almost did to me. Just like they did to Alexstrasza." Her voice was muffled in Jaina's robe, "He can still do that Garrosh."
Jaina held the trembling little Bronze Dragon and looked up at Deren. Her eyes had completely changed - she no longer had the slightest expectation for Thrall, but a Warrior who had seen the cruel reality clearly.
Deren nodded silently. He knew what this moment meant - Jaina·Proudmoore was transforming into the "Daughter of the Sea" who had experienced Theramore's Fall.
Onyxia broke the silence. "So, we have to strike first?" Her eyes flashed with danger, "I can go to Orgrimmar and give that green boy a 'warning'"
"No." Jaina's voice was surprisingly calm, "We cannot take the initiative to provoke a war. More information is needed. If Dragonmaw Clan has colluded with Garrosh, does Thrall know about it? Where are the other Horde leaders?"
She gently straightened Chromie up, "We can't be impulsive this time. We are not ready for a full-scale war with Horde. We must plan for the long term. Starting a war with the orcs immediately would be very passive. After all, the victims are only two dragons, not Theramore itself."
Chromie sniffed and looked at Jaina in surprise. "You are much calmer than you in Timeline."
Jaina smiled bitterly, "Because I have a friend who always loves to spoil the future." She looked at Deren, "Thank you. Although the method is cruel, at least we have a chance to change it."
Deren smiled back, "That's why I asked you to cooperate in the first place."
Onyxia rolled her eyes. "The tender moments of you humans really give me goosebumps." She turned and walked towards the door, "I want to go back and take a shower, the smell of the orcs in the cave is still stuck to me."
Chromie looked at Black Dragon's leaving figure and suddenly jumped off the table. "Wait for me!" She trotted after me, "I need to take a shower too!"
Jaina and Deren looked at each other.
"Is she?" Jaina hesitated to speak.
Deren nodded. "PTSD. Dragons can also have post-traumatic stress disorder, especially after experiencing something like that."
It was late at night, Deren and Onyxia were lying on the bed. Black Dragon Princess rarely entered the "fighting state" immediately, but leaned against the bedside, thoughtfully.
"What are you thinking about?" Deren looked sideways at her.
Onyxia's golden vertical pupils flashed in the darkness. "I'm thinking if that Garrosh is really that dangerous, maybe we should."
Her words were interrupted by the sudden appearance of golden light. Before the two of them could react, a small figure appeared in the middle of their bed.
"Chromie?!" Deren exclaimed.
Little Bronze Dragon hugged his own pillow and wore a nightgown that was obviously too big. He looked at them pitifully. "I'm a little afraid of sleeping alone."
Onyxia's anger exploded instantly. "You ungrateful little dwarf!" She grabbed the back collar of Chromie's nightgown, "I saved you during the day, and now you want to disturb my favorite time?!"
Chromie did not retort as usual, but huddled up and shivered. "I'm sorry, but as soon as I closed my eyes, I saw that cage."
Deren held Onyxia's hand. "She was frightened, please understand."
Chromie's state is indeed not right. This one of his earliest partners since time travel is now psychologically traumatized, and he also feels uncomfortable.
Onyxia stared at Deren, then looked at the pitiful Chromie, and finally let go with a "hum" and said, "It's so annoying!"
Deren had an idea and took the initiative to get out of bed. "Let's give my place to Chromie, and Oni can sleep with her."
"What?!" Onyxia screamed.
But Chromie had already glanced at Deren gratefully, climbed to Deren's position nimbly, turned over and hugged Onyxia's thigh tightly.
"Let go! You parasite!" Onyxia tried to throw his legs away, but Chromie held him tightly.
"Please" Chromie's voice was muffled in the blanket, "Just tonight"
Onyxia grinned and looked at Deren, who had already made a temporary bed on the floor and made a "bear with it" gesture to her.
"I hate you all." Black Dragon Princess said through gritted teeth, but miraculously did not continue to struggle.
A few minutes later, slight snoring came from the direction of Chromie. Onyxia looked down at the little figure curled up next to his legs with a complicated expression.
"She looks really scared." Black Dragon said softly, almost as if talking to himself.
Deren smiled, "Yes, it doesn't look like he has lived for thousands of years."
Onyxia hesitated for a moment, and finally put his hand gently on Chromie's head. "I really can't stand her. This little scene has a psychological shadow."
Deren laughed silently. In the darkness, he looked at the two dragons on the bed - one was Black Dragon, whom he loved deeply, and the other was Bronze Dragon, his once-escaped partner who was now inexplicably distressed - and a strange feeling surged in his heart.
Perhaps, in this chaotic world, the most unlikely combination can create the strongest Alliance.
Bronze Dragon hugged Onyxia's thigh tightly, rubbed it with his face, and made a satisfied "wow" sound!
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