Borel

Just as Zul'ra was comforting the Sunwell girl, Tarecgosa, carrying the three of them, flew over Hillsbrad Foothills and soon arrived above Tarren Mill.

Tarren Mill is an important town in Lordaeron, located on the northwest bank of the Darrowmere River. It has been overrun by the Undead, and the city is now just ruins. Tarecgosa didn't intend to go into the city, but instead chose a hill to fly down to.

The hill was covered with a flat, green meadow dotted with a few small white wildflowers. A handsome man in a red robe and silver hair stood on the hill. Tarecgosa's enormous dragon body landed in front of him and turned into a blue light. When the blue light subsided, Tarecgosa and Zul'ra and the others stood together.

"Oh, let me introduce you, this is Borel." Tarecgosa High Elves form, seemed to realize what was happening and pointed to the handsome man for Zul'ra and the others, then turned to Borel to introduce him.

"This is Zul'ra, this is Ge Gaoli, and this is Anveena, the one you've been looking for. I've brought her back to you safely." Tarecgosa pointed to Zul'ra, Ge Gaoli, and Anveena, introducing them to Borel in the manner of a mortal.

"Hello, and thank you for your help, Tarecgosa. You seem very comfortable interacting with mortals." Borel, with his strikingly handsome features and silver hair streaked with red, first politely nodded to Zul'ra and the others, then glanced at Anveena before Tarecgosa and praising her manner of communication.

"It feels just like being a dragon, but let's not stand here!" Tarecgosa Borel thanked her and praised her.

"Of course, please come to my place for a while!" Borel nodded, and beckoned to Zul'ra and the others, especially giving Anveena a gentle smile, which puzzled the Sunwell girl.

"What's wrong?" Zul'ra asked Anveena, following the gaze of the incredibly handsome man dressed in a long, wide-sleeved red robe.

"It's nothing, it's just that I feel like I've seen him somewhere before." Anveena listened to Zul'ra's words and casually tugged at his sleeve, somewhat afraid to look at Borel's gentle gaze.

"This is not your imagination, child. The first thing you saw when you came into this world was me." Borel looked at Anveena, who was timidly clutching the Trolls's sleeve, and nodded with a smile. He paused slightly before continuing.

"This isn't the place to talk. Everyone is welcome to sit down in my tent and have a proper chat." As Borel spoke, he stepped aside, revealing a striking black tent behind him.

"Are you going?" Zul'ra looked at the black tent that had vanished without a trace, raised her eyes slightly, and asked Anveena.

"Come on!" Borel followed Zul'ra's words, looking at Anveena beside him with an encouraging gaze. After thinking for a moment, Anveena solemnly nodded.

The black tent, occupying only about ten square meters, stood out conspicuously on the green lawn. Borel was the first to lift the curtain, then let Tarecgosa in, followed by Anveena. Zul'ra nodded to the man who had lifted the curtain, and then bowed to lead Ge Gaoli in.

"This is a magic tent!" Ge Gaoli ducked into the tent, staring in disbelief at what he saw.

Borel's tent was just a black tent covering no more than ten square meters on the outside, but inside it was like a mansion hall. In the spacious hall of several dozen square meters, the floor was paved with warm and smooth stone slabs, and the walls were lined with wooden shelves filled with magic books. There were also door shoulders hidden in the corners of the bookshelves.

"Amazing!" Zul'ra exclaimed as she looked at Borel's tent. "A space that can be expanded by a mustard seed, a vessel that can cook mountains and rivers, the Arcane system is not lacking in this kind of space expansion magic, but few people can do it, and even fewer people can create such a habitable space."

"This is just my temporary lodging," Borel, lowering the curtain he was holding and catching up with the guests who were entering the room, introducing them to the place.

"Is this modesty?" Zul'ra turned her head to look at the surrounding furnishings and asked with a smile.

"This... I don't think so!" Borel paused for a moment, then shook his head with a smile.

"I don't think so. You have very long lifespans and outstanding abilities. I've always had a question: are you immortal?" Zul'ra nodded with a smile. Building such a space is not easy for humans or Elves, as it's a matter of lifespan and ability. But dragons are different. They are born with the power of order, and their lifespan seems to be immortal.

"No, we are not immortal. We too must face death, even Bronze Dragons. Zul'ra Jin, I think you know what I mean." Borel looked at Ge Gaoli beside Zul'ra, his words somewhat evasive, without directly pointing out the special nature of the Bronze Dragons' mastery of the power of time.

"I understand, you know me?" Zul'ra nodded, somewhat surprised, as Borel's words seemed familiar to her.

"You should know, I'm quite interested in observing the lifestyles of mortal races. There was a time when Dalaran abuzz with discussions about Trolls and High Elves." Borel waved his right hand slightly, and a silver basin that had been sitting in the corner to his left flew over.

The silver basin flew to the group, and with a wave of Borel's hand, a cloud of dust rose from the ground, revealing a tripod wooden frame that steadily held the funnel-shaped silver basin, allowing Zul'ra, Ge Gaoli, and Anveena to see the clear water inside and the runes on the rim of the silver basin.

"Borel, perhaps we could all have a meal together?" Tarecgosa played with a strand of blue hair on her cheek, looking around the tent. Instead of joining the fun at the silver basin, she made a suggestion.

"Okay, but only after I finish my business." Borel nodded slightly, and with his consent, Tarecgosa snapped her fingers. Purple and blue light gathered in a corner of the living room, and a long dining table and matching wooden chairs appeared. With another snap of her fingers, a set of tableware appeared on the table.

"Anveena, look over here." Borel looked at Tarecgosa's sudden interest, shook his head helplessly, and drew the Sunwell girl's attention to her. Then he gently touched the clear water in the silver basin in front of him, and a magnificent and sacred temple immediately appeared in the water.

The images in the basin kept moving, leading from the entrance outside the hall, through a long corridor to the main hall, where golden and red curtains were laid out, and in the center of the hall, where golden runes were carved into the ground, was a pool filled with golden liquid.

"This place..." Anveena frowned slightly as she looked at the Golden Palace scene reflected in the basin of water. This place felt very familiar to her.

"This is Golden Palace Sunwell on Isle of Quel'Danas." Zul'ra looked at the image in the silver basin and easily recognized it. It was Golden Palace Sunwell; he had been there before, but when he went, the Sunwell had changed color.

"Yes, this is also where you were born, Anveena." Borel looked at Anveena, whose eyes were glazed over, and uttered a sentence that made her pale.

"How is this possible?" Anveena blurted out in disbelief.