Deren stood in the Theramore morning mist and took a deep breath of the salty sea breeze. This was supposed to be a Tranquility morning, but the quarrel coming from behind made his temples jump.
"How many times have I told you, this is my exclusive seat!" Onyxia's voice carried a dangerous hiss.
"Oh? Is your name written on it?" Queen Sylvanas did not give in, with some provocation in his voice.
Deren's shoulders slumped. Ever since he placed these "distinguished guests" in his home, this scene has been happening almost every day. He rubbed his swollen temples, turned and walked towards the two-story stone building that had become Theramore's most lively building.
The moment he opened the door, a smell of air mixed with the aroma of breakfast and gunpowder hit his face. At the dining table, Onyxia and Sylvanas were arguing over who should sit on the right side of Deren;
Vereesa was hiding in the corner, pretending to be interested in the tapestry on the wall; Jaina was quietly busy in the kitchen, skillfully flipping the fried eggs in the pan; Anveena was sitting at the end of the dining table, with his big blue eyes open, curiously observing the "morning show". In the corner where no one was paying attention, Jaina was reviewing official documents. You tool man, there is nothing you can do!
"Good morning, ladies." Deren tried to sound relaxed and cheerful, "The weather is really nice today, isn't it?"
There was a silence in response to him. Onyxia's dragon pupils shrank slightly, Sylvanas's pointed ears twitched, and even Vereesa, who had always been gentle, cast a look of "Are you serious?"
Deren laughed twice, closed his mouth knowingly, and walked silently to the only empty seat - which was right between Onyxia and Sylvanas. As soon as he sat down, he felt two sharp eyes piercing him at the same time.
"My dear, try this." Onyxia pushed a piece of golden barbecue in front of him, his red lips raised a dangerous arc, "I prepared this specially for you."
Sylvanas snorted and cut off a piece of fruit pie gracefully, "Human, you should eat more fruit. After all." She glanced at Black Dragon Princess with a meaning, "Staying with certain creatures all day long is not good for your health."
Deren's fork froze in mid-air, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He could feel Onyxia's body temperature rising - this was a sign of the dragon's anger.
Just when the atmosphere was about to reach a critical point, Jaina appeared in time with an omelette. "Everyone, try this, I added some spices." Her voice was soft but firm, with an innate royal demeanor, which miraculously eased the tense atmosphere.
Anveena took the opportunity to interject. "Brother, can you take me to the market today? I want to buy some new dresses."
Deren seemed to have been granted amnesty and was about to agree, but Onyxia spoke first, "I'm afraid not, little Anna. Today Deren wants to stay at home with me to handle some private matters." Her fingertips lightly scratched the back of Deren's hand, leaving an almost invisible spark.
Sylvanas raised his eyebrows high. "Really? What a coincidence, I happen to have something to ask Deren. Why don't we come together?"
Vereesa finally couldn't help it anymore. "Can you guys calm down for a while? Deren is not a rare treasure, is it worth fighting over like this?"
The dinner table fell into silence again. Deren looked at Vereesa gratefully, only to find that the young ranger saw his gaze, and the tips of his long ears turned slightly red. His heart tightened - could Vereesa also...?
Sylvanas saw the little girl's performance, but hugged her, and then looked at Onyxia provocatively. It means I am two to one here, sisters game, you lose!
Black Dragon crushed the tea cup! Deren had to skillfully replace it with her immediately.
He sighed and whispered to Onyxia, "Is this the side effect of changing Timeline?"
Black Dragon Princess chuckled, "No, this is the price of your 'Princess collecting habit'."
Sylvanas's ears twitched. "What are you muttering about?"
Onyxia lazily hugged Deren's neck and deliberately raised his voice. "Dear, let's do something different tonight? For example... Are you tired of Dragon Tail Pie?"
"Pfft--!" Vereesa spit out a mouthful of tea, and his face turned red instantly.
Sylvanas narrowed his eyes. "Did you do it on purpose?"
Onyxia raised his eyebrows provocatively. "What? Ranger General wants to join too?"
Sylvanas snorted coldly and did not answer. Onyxia seemed to have won a great victory, raising his head so much that his nostrils were about to turn to the sky.
Anveena looked at everyone's performance and asked Deren strangely, "Brother, why do they all sit next to you?"
Deren held his forehead and was speechless.
The rulers of Jaina and Theramore don't seem to care about all this. She comes to Deren's house on time every day to "check in", drink tea, read books, and occasionally chat with Jaina, as if she is satisfied as long as she can stay with Deren for a while.
Deren once wondered if she was controlled by some mental magic.
Onyxia sneered, "No, she is just good at 'retreating to advance'."
Some time ago, Deren once mentioned to her the topic of whether the orcs would betray. Jaina still trusted the orcs led by Thrall, but he did not dare to ignore Deren's statement. Therefore, he learned more about the orcs through his own intelligence network.
She learned that Thrall had recently brought back an orc from Draenor, the son of Grom. Hell scream--Garrosh. Hell scream. He is very popular among young orcs. Grom. Hell scream died in a battle with Abyssal Lord. Now Orgrim still has a statue of him.
She went to Deren to ask about the situation of Garrosh.
Deren did not answer immediately, but slowly stood up, walked to Chromie, and patted Bronze Dragon on the shoulder.
"Come, tell her." His tone was so calm that it was almost cruel.
Chromie shrank his neck, his ears drooped, and the Time Sandglass in his hand turned over uneasily.
Jaina turned to Chromie, with the last hope in his eyes. "Chromie, you can see the future, right? Tell me, the orcs can really..."
Chromie rarely laughed, and just whispered, "The future... may not happen."
Jaina's breathing stagnated slightly.
Chromie raised his head, his golden dragon eyes flashing with complex light. "But some possibility... must have happened."
--Some possibility.
This word is like an ice pick, piercing Jaina's heart.
What is the possibility, the possibility of Orc Betrayal?
Deren looked at Jaina quietly, and finally said, "If one day, your city collapses in fire, your best friend dies due to the betrayal of the orcs, and you grow old overnight... at that time, will you still believe them?"
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