"Anveena" Azeroth repeated softly, with stars in his eyes, as if reading a distant memory, "The humanoid incarnation of Sunwell Essence. Interesting idea. Without her, Sunwell cannot be fully activated as Portal."
Facing the more realistic and personified Azeroth's Soul, Deren said what was in his heart. "That's right. This will save a lot of trouble. It can also change the fate of Anveena. She is also your child."
Deren added, "After all, Sunwell comes from Eternal Well, and Eternal Well is Old Gods, the essence of the planet that gushes out when Titan is pulled from you. So I think, since Anveena is the human embodiment of the pure energy of Sunwell, only you can guide her to wake up and leave early."
Azeroth's Soul pondered for a moment, and the starlight formed complex patterns around her. Finally, she stretched out her hand, and a rune emitting soft blue light appeared in her palm.
"Take this. Activate it when you are near Sunwell, and you can use it to make Anveena materialize in advance." She added seriously, "This may expose my power, so you should use it carefully."
Deren took the rune carefully. It felt warm to the touch, like holding a ray of sunshine. "I understand. Thank you, Star Soul."
"Also, waking up Anveena in advance may lead to some unpredictable results. You must be mentally prepared." Azeroth's Soul seemed a little hesitant, but finally warned. He also told Deren the spell to activate the runes.
"Okay, I'll note it down. Thank you, Star Soul." Deren was so happy to learn that Anveena could be revived in advance that he naturally ignored Star Soul's warning.
Azeroth's Soul's expression softened, and she gently stroked Deren's cheek. The touch was like the spring breeze blowing on her face. "No, thank you, my little Deren. I will reward you."
"Reward? What reward--" Deren was a little excited when he heard there was a reward. After all, Azeroth's rewards are always extraordinary.
"You'll know when the time comes!" the voice came from far away.
"Deren! Wake up! Onyxia ate all the remaining lobster!"
Chromie's scream brought him back to reality. Deren sat up suddenly and found that it was already dawn, and Black Dragon Princess, who had transformed into a human body, was licking his palms proudly, surrounded by lobster shells.
Jaina walked over rubbing his temples. "What happened..."
He grinned. "It's nothing, I just had a good dream."
"Come right now!" Deren shouted, and then he was surprised to find that he was holding something tightly in his right hand. He opened his palm and his breath was suffocated - the starlight rune was lying quietly in the palm of his hand, emitting a faint but unignorable blue light.
Everything last night was not a dream.
Deren carefully hid the runes and took a deep breath to calm his heartbeat. He had a new blessing from Azeroth.
Jaina looked around in confusion and asked Deren: "It seemed like someone was here just now. I felt a different magic wave from a distance. A familiar, warm and friendly feeling, as close and warm as a mother."
Deren asked her, "Who do you think should have been here? It gives you a feeling that she is not a mother but is better than a mother."
Jaina's brows frowned slightly, and her fingertips unconsciously rubbed the frost condensed on the top of the staff. There was a rare hesitation in her voice. "That kind of magic wave. It's like the starlight embracing the whole world, but with the vitality of a sprout breaking through the ground."
Onyxia's tail suddenly froze, and its dragon eyes turned to Deren. Chromie continued to pretend to be drunk.
Deren patted his collar and chuckled, "You already have the answer in your heart, Lady Proudmoore. After all -" he deliberately prolonged his tone, "the one who can make "Pearl of Theramore" think of his mother can't be Blue Dragon or a goblin, right?"
Jaina suddenly turned around, his robes swayed with an arc, and the invisible barrier opened naturally. "Is it really Azeroth's Soul?! I remember Chromie mentioned her last time. Why did she say it in person?" She suddenly choked in the middle of her words, and she noticed that Deren made a silent gesture.
Jaina gripped the staff tightly, with a firm light shining in his eyes. "Deren, Azeroth need to unite - Dalaran and Kirin Tor can be Star Soul's backing. We can unite all races to resist the real threat!"
Deren did not answer immediately, but asked her slowly, "What was Kirin Tor's first reaction when he learned about the existence of Azeroth - maybe those research madmen immediately thought of how to study a Star Soul. As for uniting all races? What about the orcs? What about Thrall?"
Jaina's breathing stagnated slightly.
Deren's question, "Ignore Kirin Tor, orcs are not Azeroth's native race." Deren's voice was calm, but with an unmistakable coldness, "They once drank Demon Blood, destroyed Stormwind City, enslaved Red Dragon, and even now, there are still Warsong Clan in Ashenvale cutting down the forest that Night Elf guarded."
"But Thrall is different!" Jaina retorted, "He led the orcs to peace, and he even reached cooperation with us. You also know this. Do you want to betray the good intentions of the orcs?"
"I am a trustworthy person. I will abide by my word now when I cooperate with Horde. But just a reminder: How long can Thrall control Horde?" Deren interrupted her.
"A hundred years? Two hundred years? Maybe even in a few years, he won't be able to be Great Chieftain. The lifespan of orcs is not longer than that of humans, but their culture advocates strength and conquest. Can you guarantee that the next Great Chieftain will not be a militant?"
Jaina is silent.
"Those who are not from my race must have different hearts." Deren stood up and walked to Jaina with a low but sharp tone: "Azeroth is "our" world - humans, dwarves, Night Elf, even Dragon Race, are all creatures created and evolved by Titan in Azeroth. But the orcs? They are "invaders", and their home planet is Draenor, not here."
Jaina's fingers were trembling slightly. "So... what are you going to do?"
Deren's eyes were cold. "If the orcs can never truly integrate into Azeroth, then the best way is to make them "harmless"."
"... You mean, expulsion? Or..." Jaina's voice was almost inaudible.
Deren did not answer, but turned around and walked towards Jaina: "Azeroth chose me because I don't care about "political correctness". I only care about the results. To ensure the peace of Azeroth."
Jaina stood there, the light of the staff flickering on and off. She remembered Thrall's gentle smile, Orgrimmar's bonfire, and her father Daelin·Proudmoore's warning to herself--
"Those beasts can never be trusted!"
She closed her eyes and finally whispered, "... I need time to think."
Deren walked up to her and said softly, "It doesn't matter, we still have a lot of time, as long as we prove that the orcs are friendly! We can continue to cooperate. You can rest assured about this. However, Azeroth should be kept secret in advance!"
Jaina nodded, the expression on his face became much more relaxed.
"Before that, there is still work to do!" Deren raised his glass and gave a toast.
Onyxia turned into a human, and came forward dissatisfied and complained, "How long have you been resting, and you have to work again? Where are you going to blow up this time?"
Black Dragon already likes the feeling of being a bomber and can't wait to attack again.
Deren said quietly, "Act covertly and work quietly. It should be easy."
The fourth update, please vote and subscribe. Jaina didn't know that he had already been booked for the script. Whether the orcs or Theramore, they are just pawns in the chess game of Azeroth.