At dawn, the Theramore training ground was still shrouded in light mist, and the archery target in the distance was not very clear. Vereesa·Windrunner stood behind the white line fifty yards away, gently rubbing the handle of the ebony longbow with his fingertips, and then quickly drew the arrow and aimed.
Whoosh--!
The first arrow shot out of the air and accurately nailed the bull's-eye. Then came the second and third arrows. The tail feathers of each arrow were close to the shaft of the previous arrow, and finally a silver-white flower bloomed on the bull's-eye.
"Beautiful!" other rangers watching the battle exclaimed, "Windrunner's archery skills are indeed well-deserved."
Vereesa raised the corner of her mouth slightly, but did not stop her movements. She suddenly turned around and stretched out her bowstring like a full moon--
Whoosh!
This arrow was nailed into the tail of the previous one, splitting it in half. This magical skill caused the onlookers to exclaim in surprise.
"Vereesa, get ready to go out on patrol." Sylvanas came over and directed the rangers to line up and arrange today's patrol mission. The rangers are getting more and more accustomed to this kind of life.
As Theramore continues to expand, more and more races are attracted to settle or do business, and at the same time, some shady incidents are also increasing. The patrol mission of Elf Ranger is very important. The heavily armed teams that appear in the market from time to time make some people with evil intentions dare not act rashly.
"Let's go!" After organizing the team, Vereesa led the team to set off to complete today's patrol mission.
Along the way, many familiar people greeted her.
A human farmer selling vegetables stood up and took off his hat to Elf Ranger: "Good morning, Miss Vereesa. May Holy Light bless you!"
Vereesa nodded.
A goblin next to her smiled and took out a handful of cheap glass products and sold them to her, "Beautiful elf lady, look at these beautiful beads and sparkling gems. Do you need to take some back?"
Vereesa's face turned dark, and he scolded with a cold face, "Don't use these fakes to test the elf's vision. If I know that you are cheating people to buy Glass Beads at a high price again, I will be careful to kick you out Theramore."
The goblin quickly explained, "No, no. How could I cheat money? It's all voluntary. No one was cheated."
"Hmph!" Vereesa ignored it. She knew the goblin business, which was to deceive the ignorant Horde Kael'thas. She also had a bad impression of Horde orcs, so as long as no one complained to the City Hall, she didn't want to deal with the goblins.
She watched two Horde hard workers come over, took out a handful of copper coins earned from part-time work, picked out a pile of sparkling glass gems from the goblins, bargained skillfully with the goblins, and left happily.
The goblin waved his money bag and said happily, "Look, no one was cheated, it was all between you and me. They bought goods from me, took them back to their hometown, and sold them at a high price to make a profit. Adults and children all like it!"
Vereesa held his head, not knowing what to say about this matter. He had no choice but to turn around and leave this group of ignorant people.
At noon, Vereesa needs to take people on duty here at the port's watchtower all afternoon. The watchtower faces the port and has a very good view. You can clearly see the ships passing by and the people moving cargo.
A Kul Tiras cargo ship entered the port, and a group of High Elf got off the ship, carrying luggage and walking towards the shore in confusion. Vereesa said to the sentry on duty, and took two rangers to greet the new compatriots.
"Hello, fellow elves, welcome to Theramore." Vereesa stepped forward to greet a dozen elves who were looking around.
"Hello, dear ranger." An old elf leading the team recognized Windrunner's dress. They were also very happy to see High Elf's partner. They introduced themselves and said, "We are from a village on the edge of Eversong Woods. When Undead called here, we took the Hawkstrider escaped, but finally got around from the Hinterlands to Dalaran. Except for the craftsmen who were recruited, those of us who had only farmed had a hard time. I heard that we elves immigrated to Theramore, so we came over by boat to try our luck. It would be great to meet our compatriots! Please take care of us!"
"Don't worry, if you can farm, you can get land for free. In the swamp on the edge of the city, wasteland is being opened for farming. There are already people who have settled there." As she said this, she called a ranger to take them to the City Hall to register and resettle.
These new elves were men, women and children, and they should have come from the same village. When they passed by Vereesa, they all thanked her. Vereesa also waved to them to comfort them.
When these elves went far away, Vereesa felt that his choice was right. Here at Theramore, he could help more fellow elves who were fleeing.
Just as she was about to return to her post, a bustling stream of people kept getting off the boat and walking past her.
"Vereesa?"
A slightly hesitant male voice came from behind.
Time seemed to freeze suddenly. Vereesa's footsteps suddenly got stuck. She slowly raised her head and saw with disbelief a human mage with messy red hair standing in the crowd behind her - his robe was wrinkled like a rag.
"Rhonin?" Her voice was stuck in her throat.
The crowded crowd saw Elf Ranger standing there, and tacitly moved aside to leave a strange and quiet space for the two of them. Rhonin's left foot tripped on the corner of his right robe, and he almost fell to the ground.
"Have you cut your hair?" This was the first sentence he suppressed.
Vereesa subconsciously touched the short hair behind her ears - this was cut after she came to Theramore to facilitate training. Compared with the waist-length hair when she was at Dalaran, now she can barely tie it into a small ponytail.
"You're even more sloppy." She responded dryly, glancing at the suspicious green stains on the sleeves of the mage's robe, "Is that the Fel Energy potion or the vegetable soup you had for breakfast?"
Rhonin's face instantly turned redder than his hair. He hurriedly tried to use the cleaning spell, but the stain spread into a larger area.
"What are you doing here Theramore?" Vereesa asked as he walked, the last few words being drawn out.
"Oh, I'm here to purchase magic ore." Rhonin said something that he didn't even believe.
"Great, how many days can we stay at Theramore?" Vereesa didn't care about Rhonin's strange statement about purchasing ore.
Rhonin said with a grimace, "One week, Dalaran only reimbursed one week's travel expenses. They didn't even give me the teleportation crystal, which made me come here by boat."
"Follow me." Vereesa suddenly grabbed the cuff of Rhonin (avoiding the stained part), "I will show you around Theramore, I am quite familiar with this place."
Rhonin was dragged away stumblingly. "Wait! My luggage is still there--"
"Grubiz!" Vereesa shouted to a goblin merchant at the dock, "Send the mage's luggage to the ranger station. You know the reward, and there will be inspection!"
The goblin's eyes suddenly lit up like gold coins. "Deal!"
Rhonin was dragged through the bustling market, and Vereesa's hand never let go. He stared at the cuffs where the two of them were touching, and suddenly noticed a long and thin scar on the inside of her wrist - it was left when Grim Batol went on an adventure together.
"Vereesa" he asked softly, "How are you doing now?"
The ranger's footsteps paused slightly and he said happily, "Very good, I'm fine here. I patrol the market and port every day. I'll skip work today to accompany you."
The two people quickly walked into the bustling crowd of Theramore.
In the evening, Sylvanas walked into Deren's home again. She took off her outer armor and sat directly at the dining table. She skillfully picked up the bowl and, of course, the wooden chopsticks made by Deren. She served the soup by herself, grilled fish and chicken pieces, and started eating by herself.
Onyxia glanced at Deren with dissatisfaction. This female elf came to eat from time to time, but Deren did not show any disgust, making it difficult for him to drive her away.
"Today Vereesa picked up someone back to the ranger station. She looked very familiar and friendly. She said she was a mage we went on adventures with before." Sylvanas talked about his sister while eating.
Deren put down the bowl after hearing this, thought for a moment, and asked tentatively, "Dalaran's mage?"
"Hmm!" Sylvanas took a sip of the soup and made a satisfied sound.
"Red hair?" Deren asked again.
"Yes, what is it called Rhonin!"
Deren nodded knowingly to Onyxia. The latter frowned. A mage from Dalaran suddenly came to the door, but contacted the senior Elf Ranger in a private capacity, but did not inform Jaina. She felt a faint smell of conspiracy about this matter.
"Is there any problem?" Sylvanas saw Black Dragon's expression and asked in confusion.
"Recently, haven't we caught a lot of spies who came to Theramore to get Arcane Gas's formula? I'm wondering if this mage from Dalaran has the same purpose?" Black Dragon Princess guessed.
Sylvanas stopped, thought for a moment, and said with a heavy expression, "I think that's it. Why don't we arrest him for interrogation first?"
"No, that's your future brother-in-law." Chromie suddenly appeared at the dining table. He found a child seat and sat down, just enough to reach the table. With a spell, he served soup for himself, and other food automatically flew into the basin in front of her. Then he continued. He continued, "That's Master Rhonin, who also knows Jaina. He worked with Vereesa before and rescued Alexstrasza. They will get married in the future."
The amount of information was too much. Sylvanas was stunned. After a while, she slapped the table and stood up, and said angrily, "I don't agree, I will never agree to the two of them being together. As long as I am here, I will never let that bastard deceive my little sister."
Deren scratched his head. It seemed that Bronze Dragon was numb now and casually revealed the secrets on Timeline. He also had questions. "Chromie, I'm also curious, how did the two of them get married in the end? I only know that they experienced the adventure of Grim Batol together. Later, they gave birth to two children."
Little Gnome picked up the bowl and took a sip of the soup, patted her belly with satisfaction, and then said, "For the sake of Deren's delicious soup, I will tell you mercifully. But this matter involves this elf, are you sure you want to talk about it?" Her little finger pointed at Sylvanas.
Ranger General looked directly at Chromie and said softly, "I have long thought that without Deren's rescue, I would probably have perished in Silvermoon City. Since he has changed my destiny, Vereesa may not necessarily follow her original path."
Chromie smiled and nodded, "Yes, in the original Timeline, Silvermoon City fell. On the way Vereesa was sent out by you to ask for help, he was surrounded by Undead and finally escaped. We arrived at Dalaran. But Silvermoon City and you are gone, and Kael'thas has done nothing. Vereesa asked the prince to lead the surviving people to rebuild Quel'Thalas, but the prince said there was nothing he could do."
"When he was feeling disappointed, Vereesa met Rhonin who was also excluded in Dalaran. The two had shared adventure experiences and were in the same helpless state., we often get together. But the idiots from Dalaran saw it, and they felt unhappy. Why did the good-for-nothing mage have an elf girl accompanying him, so they sent some ghost mission to Rhonin to die."
"Vereesa was worried about Rhonin, and he had no one to rely on in Dalaran. So he went on missions and took risks together, so the relationship quickly warmed up. Waiting for Dalaran's idiot to take care of himself After committing suicide, Rhonin actually became the boss. Among the surviving Windrunner family, only Vereesa was the leader, so the two got married not long after. This can be regarded as some kind of political marriage between the two remaining forces."
After listening, Sylvanas nodded silently. "If this is the case, my little sister will probably fall in love with this man. But the situation is different now. Dalaran will probably send him to steal Arcane Gas's wife Fang. He has evil intentions against Theramore. Moreover, the importance of Arcane Gas to the compatriots of High Elf is self-evident. The purpose of Dalaran is also to control the elf craftsmen in their hands."
She paused for a moment and made a gesture of wiping her neck, "How about I deal with this problem tonight and throw it into the swamp as fertilizer. At the same time, I can find a reason to deal with my little sister. Can you keep this secret for me?"
Onyxia looked interested after listening. Deren quickly stood up and interrupted Queen Sylvanas who started to turn black:
"Don't, don't, you don't have to do it so brilliantly. How can you still be sisters if it's exposed later? Besides, this Rhonin came to Theramore to steal the formula, which may not be his original intention. It's more likely that Dalaran wants the formula and doesn't want to offend Jaina, and one of them happens to be excluded. A mage whom people like, assigned him an offending task. If it succeeded, the formula was Dalaran. If it failed, the unlucky guy was pushed out to take the blame. The last task of Grim Batol, whoever saw it, thought it was a death wish. If it hadn't been for his good luck and various coincidences, it was done. Otherwise, the graves would have been covered with grass now."
"Then let him wander around Theramore?" Sylvanas is still unhappy.
"Let Vereesa play with him more. Don't mention Arcane Gas anyway. He will go back when the time is up." Deren actually wanted to facilitate this pair of male and female spirits in history. Onyxia was thoughtful and did not say anything.
"I'm still unhappy. This man obviously wants to trick the little girl into stealing the formula." Sylvanas pounded the table unwillingly.
"You go to Jaina and arrange for an official organization to receive him. After all, he is the representative of Dalaran. It is right for Theramore to give him a grand reception. Let him retreat when he is in trouble." Deren put forward his final opinion.
"Okay, I'll keep an eye on my little sister too. Don't let the bastard mage steal her heart." Sylvanas said through gritted teeth. At the same time, plans were running through his mind. Which one should I choose?
A certain mage on the other side suddenly felt a chill.
Vereesa asked with concern, "What's wrong, Rhonin, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"No, it's okay." Rhonin definitely didn't dare to admit it. He suspected that his body was a little weak. Otherwise, why did he suddenly feel cold.
First update, talk about red hair, here comes the red hair! The red-haired mage Rhonin and Vereesa rescued Red Dragon Queen from Dragonmaw Orc when Second War. It's a legendary story. Now the sister control Queen Sylvanas is going to be black, and the conspiracy is in progress! Please vote and collect. Thank you for your support. There will be another update at 6pm. The following stories are getting more and more exciting.