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The night passed quietly, and when the sun shone on the castle of Durnholde, Puskin yawned and walked out of the door, lazily stretching in the sunshine. He liked the current day. ♢😎 .ᶜσм 😲🐒

In the past, Puskin, like other Trolls, looked down on humans, thinking them cowardly and timid. Well, he can't refute that now. But he thinks there's one difference: humans are intelligent and hardworking.

Humans can create so many wonderful things: fine wine, delicious food, and besides these, women are also quite nice. It's just a pity they aren't strong enough to support me, and I have no intention of finding a human partner.

"Hey, Skik, you're up early today. Mor, I'm not seeing things, am I? You're sweeping too." Puskin, still savoring the revelry of last night's banquet, rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at the two brothers meticulously sweeping the yard with brooms, and couldn't help but greet them with a smile.

"Has the invitation to today's banquet arrived?" Puskin asked with a sense of satisfaction. Since arriving in Durnholde, he had received a banquet invitation every day, which he enjoyed because it allowed him to eat and drink to his heart's content.

"No." Skik looked up at Puskin, then lowered his head and focused on sweeping the floor.

"Yes, Puskin, Zul'ra Jin said he hopes to see you before lunch." Mor looked at Puskin and reminded him of something.

"Sang, Zul'ra Jin..." Puskin was about to turn around when he heard Mor's words. He couldn't help but turn his head back subconsciously and repeat it somewhat uncertainly.

"Yes, Zul'ra Jin, he arrived here yesterday evening. When we came back last night, Prag and Rada reminded us, but you were probably drunk and didn't pay attention, then went back to sleep," Mor reminded the boss.

"Isn't Zul'ra Jin in Kalimdor?" Puskin stood there, his mind replaying his drunken state. Prag and the still hunched-over Rada had indeed reminded him that Zul'ra Jin was coming, but how could that be!

"Zul'ra Jin is indeed waiting for you here. Lunch will be served soon," Mor said, looking up at the sky and calculating the time. The king had said he wanted to see him before lunch.

"I... I'm going to change my clothes and wash up..." Puskin felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head. His first thought was to go find Zul'ra Jin, but then he remembered that he had just gotten up and turned away. He had become quite hygienic around humans.

After washing up, Puskin made himself look neat and tidy, but lunch had already begun. The more than forty Amani'lai in the office were having lunch with the King of the Amani.

The food was prepared by the office's chef; it consisted of fish fillets, bread, and some vegetables and fruits, and tasted very good. There wasn't a single unnecessary sound in the public hall.

When Puskin walked into the public hall and saw the people dining in silence, and Zul'ra, who was a head taller than the others, he felt even more at a loss.

"Come on! Let's eat first, and then we'll talk privately." Zul'ra looked at Puskin, who had only gotten up after noon, and gestured for him to sit down, eat first, and then they could talk.

Puskin felt speechless. He could only stiffly walk to the table and sit down, then eat as if chewing wax. Although the food was good, he couldn't taste anything. He would soon face the King of the Amani alone. He didn't know if he would be killed. Was this his last meal?

"Zul'ra Jin." Just after Puskin took his seat, a tall female Trolls walked into the public hall and called out to Zul'ra, who was having a meal.

"How is she?" Zul'ra asked, looking at the female Trolls who had entered. This was Amanda, the only woman in the office. She had just gone to deliver food to Velinde. The priestess was in great pain after retrieving the Scythe of Elune. Because she was controlled by the artifact, she had overlooked too many things, causing her mental memories to become somewhat confused.

This is already quite good. After all, the Scythe of Elune is not an evil artifact. If it were an evil artifact, it wouldn't just be a matter of mental memory disorder. However, even so, Velinde needs to think about the consequences of her negligence.

Night Elves in Felwood have been attacked by Worgen, and now large numbers of Worgen are fleeing to various places. The land of Gilneas is also ravaged by werewolves, Velinde must solve these problems.

"She's much better now, she's eaten some food, and there's nothing seriously wrong with her," Amanda replied respectfully to Zul'ra.

"That's great, thank you so much, Amanda. I'll go check on her now. Oh, and Puskin, don't forget to come find me later." Zul'ra finished her food, thanked Amanda, reminded Puskin, and then quickly left. She felt that no one was eating well while she was there.

Zul'ra left the dining hall and went to Velinde's lounge, where she saw the priestess sitting by the stone window, staring blankly at the sun outside, with the Scythe of Elune lying beside her.

"How are you feeling now?" Zul'ra asked.

"It's like a dream." Velinde turned her head, looking at the King of the Amani with her silver eyes, a bitter smile on her face.

"And what happens when you wake up?" Zul'ra asked with a smile.

"I don't know what I should do!" Velinde shook her head with a wry smile.

"You really don't know?" Zul'ra pressed on.

"I think perhaps I need to make amends for what I've caused." Velinde's long, blue eyebrows lowered slightly. Suddenly freed from the scythe's mental control, she seemed lost, but she bore considerable responsibility for this matter and needed to continue investigating and resolving it.

"That's not a simple matter, and you can't control this scythe." Zul'ra crossed her arms and looked at the scythe leaning against Velinde.

"Why?" Velinde asked curiously, unaware that the scythe had been tamed.

"Because the scythe will control you again and return to my side, and too many people want this scythe—some Worgen, and those Black Knights who attacked us before." Zul'ra didn't want to directly mention the ownership of the scythe to Velinde, even though he had tamed it, it still belonged to the Night Elves.

"Yes, I can't deny that what I'm doing is quite difficult, but I was led down this path in a state of confusion, and if I don't do it, I don't know what I should do!" Velinde looked somewhat pained.

"I think you should go back to Teldrassil!" Zul'ra replied.

"Teldrassil?" Velinde raised her eyes slightly, but then gave a bitter smile. She should have done this, and she should have reported it to Tyrande Whisperwind as soon as she discovered the Scythe, but she neglected it, even though she didn't know that she was being manipulated by the Scythe to ignore it.

"Yes, it's not convenient for you to do this alone, and I don't have any extra power to give you. Your companions are all dead now, and you need to find some help." Zul'ra nodded, letting Velinde return to Kalimdor, while entrusting him with the scythe. It was a very good ending.

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