Hearing Onyxia's question, Chromie raised his head proudly, reached out and took out a gold coin and tossed it in his hand. "Since I got Lucky Gold Coin licensed by Azeroth, Nozdormu has no longer troubled me anymore."
"Every time he comes to me to check Timeline, I just take out Lucky Gold Coin and throw it away, and find some goblin excuse, and his expressions will change from confused to dazed to enlightened. These expressions are so funny."
Deren held his forehead and said in his heart, this Bronze Dragon can no longer be saved.
On the other side, Jaina witnessed the shining gold coin in Chromie's hand, and a long-lost sense of intimacy and warmth emerged in her heart. Especially when Chromie mentioned Azeroth's name, the question Jaina wanted to raise was involuntarily swallowed by her.
She instead opened a magical barrier to ensure that their conversation would not be captured by any possible eavesdropping or tracing.
Deren noticed Jaina's caution, and he nodded slightly to show his gratitude. Onyxia also noticed that Chromie was starting to drift away. She pulled Chromie's ear, leaned close to her and whispered, "You little dwarf, what are you talking about? Can you say this kind of thing casually?"
"Oh, I forgot!" Chromie immediately realized that she had made a mistake. She should not mention Azeroth's matter so easily. As she said this, she turned to look at Jaina. Seeing that Jaina just smiled at her, she also smiled awkwardly.
Jaina secretly thought that there must be secrets between these three humans and Dragon that she did not know. But it seemed that they did not have any ill intentions towards Theramore and herself.
She cast her gaze into the distance and saw several young elf women helping human farmers sort seeds, while the older elves were repairing houses. Their movements were skillful and serious, as if they had completely integrated into this new home.
Jaina suddenly understood what Deren meant. She said softly, "Those who left..."
"I will never have the chance to come back again." Deren's smile deepened, "Theramore's citizenship only gives you one chance."
The sea breeze blew Jaina's blond hair, and also took away the sailboat carrying the elf nobles. On the deck, Alysande was still talking loudly about "restoring Quel'dorei's glory", but he didn't know what he had lost.
With the arrival of more elven immigrants, Theramore has become more prosperous and prosperous, full of vitality and vitality. There are an endless stream of ships in the port, people on the dock are busy and orderly, and the whole city is permeated with a positive atmosphere.
Sylvanas·Windrunner stood on Theramore's city wall facing the sea, her hands resting on the edge of the rough stone bricks, her knuckles turning white from exertion. The salty sea breeze lifted her long golden hair, struggling like a broken flag in the wind.
In the harbor below, the last ship carrying the elven nobles was weighing anchor. Silk robes and jeweled boxes shone in the sun, making her eyes hurt.
"Look at them." Her voice was like a poisoned arrow. "When Silvermoon City was burned to ashes, they hid in the Royal Palace cellar. When Scourge tore apart the defense line, they used civilians as human shields to escape. Now -" she sneered, "Now they straighten their backs, as if they are still some noble Quel'dorei."
Deren walked slowly to her side, playing with a gold coin in his hand. The sunlight jumped on the metal surface, reflecting changing light spots.
"Where is your sister?" he asked, glancing at the guards on the city wall.
Sylvanas's mouth twitched. "Vereesa? That silly girl finally let go of that red-haired mage." She pointed to the training ground under the city wall - the young ranger was instructing the elf refugees on how to use the human longbow, with clean and neat movements without any hesitation.
"A few days ago she was still crying and wanted to go to Northrend to find her little red-haired lover." Sylvanas's tone was filled with rare relief, "Now? She almost tore up the invitation letter from Kael'thas with her own hands. She is finally back to normal."
Deren chuckled, and the gold coins flipped between his fingers. "Because she finally understood that Kael'thas can't save the elves?"
"Because she saw this." Sylvanas took out a crumpled letter from his waist and threw it on Deren's chest.
On the parchment, the elegant handwriting of Kael'thas reads:
"To Windrunner family:
Enclosed are three pieces of Arcane Crystal, which will be given to nobles with military exploits first. I hope you will return to Dalaran and work for the revival of Quel'Thalas, and do not get too close to humans."
Deren whistled. "How generous, three dollars. Do you want to win over Windrunner? What do you think, do you want to go to Dalaran to be loyal to Kael'thas, and then restore the glory of High Elf?"
Sylvanas's nails scraped against the stone bricks with a harsh sound. "My father and mother were killed by orcs in Eversong Woods. These moths drank morning dew at the banquet and were happy. When I fought hard to resist Undead in Silvermoon City, they were still arguing about whose bloodline was more orthodox."
"When Quel'Thalas was destroyed and inhabited by Dalaran, they did not forget to maintain their nobility and elegance."
Her voice became lower and lower, and finally turned into a dangerous neigh, "And now, they still want to continue to enslave us with their so-called 'noble blood'?"
Deren suddenly grabbed her wrist. Sylvanas raised her head suddenly, but met his extremely serious eyes.
"Are you sure you don't want to go to Dalaran, right?" Deren asked seriously.
"Are you reluctant to leave me and my sister?" Sylvanas teased.
"Well, it's important to me that your sisters are alive." Deren responded perfunctorily, "It's more important to Azeroth." He was afraid that the power of plot killing would be too strong. Theramore At least under his own eyes, Arthas would not travel thousands of miles to come here to kill people and revive Queen of the Banshees.
I went to Dalaran, maybe something happened accidentally, Sylvanas died, and the plot continued to return to the old path of Queen of the Banshees and the blackening.
Sylvanas looked at Deren seriously, trying to distinguish the truth from the false in his eyes. But the clear eyes of the other party proved that what he said was true. Her heart was agitated, she tried to calm down, and responded, "Okay. I won't go to Dalaran. There are so many compatriots here who need my protection. It's a pity that those nobles went back to kneel and lick Sunstrider family."
"That's why I helped Kael'thas get those crystals." He let go and said calmly, "Give them a little hope. Dalaran will soon face the attack of Undead. At that time, they will cry and regret not staying with Theramore today."
"Hahaha--" Sylvanas smiled happily. Thinking of the faces of these nobles, trembling in front of Undead, she couldn't help but feel happy.
She said, "When Silvermoon City was here, they thought the Sunwell barrier was foolproof and could withstand everything. Now they think Dalaran is even better. If Undead comes knocking on the door again, I don't know what the expressions of these people will be like."
Cheers came from the distance - Vereesa had just hit the bullseye a hundred steps away. The human soldiers and the elf refugees applauded together. The sea breeze brought fragmented words:
". New training plan"
". You can join the patrol next week."
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