Mage Magna
She was an exceptionally beautiful woman—no, to be precise, she was a lady. Beneath her white, light blue, and violet armor robes lay a graceful and mature figure, and beneath her flowing blonde hair was a delicate face. Zul'ra searched among the girls she knew, and only Jaina and Sylvanas could rival her in looks and charisma.
As Zul'ra was sizing up the woman, she was also looking at him with surprise, and after observing him repeatedly, she spoke first in Common.
"You're Trolls? I mean, you look a little different from other Trolls? You can understand me, right?" Zul'ra was somewhat displeased by the beautiful woman's words, because he felt that the other woman's gaze was somewhat condescending and arrogant.
"Of course, madam. Are you from Dalaran? What are you doing here? Did you summon those demons just now?" Zul'ra suppressed his displeasure, tightening his grip on his spear. He noticed that this woman's attire seemed very similar to Jaina's; her mage robes were adorned with protective armor plates. Was she a mage from Dalaran?
"What?" The woman was taken aback by Zul'ra's barrage of questions. When she saw the spear he was gripping tightly in his hand, she felt a little uneasy and instinctively tried to explain herself.
"I'm not one of those idiots in Dalaran. How could I have summoned those demons? They were brought by Zmodlor. You were almost killed by them; I was the one who helped you escape their siege." The female mage said indignantly.
"Oh, is that so? Should I thank you?" Zul'ra looked around at the scorched earth covering more than two hundred square meters. Everything he had just experienced was real, except that those spaces were created out of thin air, and the land that relied on that space had been corrupted by magic. She was the one who destroyed that barrier.
"No need, just help me rebuild my house and garden. Maybe the garden can't be rebuilt." The female mage made the request earnestly, but the scorched earth around her made it hopeless to rebuild the garden.
"Madam, what's your name? Why are you here? Also, what about those demons, and what about Zmodlor you mentioned?" Zul'ra ignored the sorceress's requests and instead bombarded her with a series of questions. She didn't exude Fel, which made her seem unlikely to be Warlock, but who exactly was she?
"I..." The female mage looked at the Trolls who ignored her request and bombarded her with a bunch of questions, and couldn't help but open her mouth slightly.
"Don't you understand my question?" Zul'ra looked at the somewhat dazed female mage and couldn't help but repeat the question.
"My name is Magena, Magena Nielas Aran. Zmodlor is a lesser demon whom I banished from this world. It remained here after the Legion's attack on Mount Hyjal, and this time it has come specifically to take revenge on me." The sorceress Magena looked at the extremely solemn Trolls and decided not to suffer this loss.
"Anything else to add?" Zul'ra pondered the veracity of Magena's words. After the Quel'dorei handed over Arcane to humans and demons re-entered the world, Dalaran had indeed been active on the front lines against the Legion. It seemed that Magena was a member of this front, and even suffered demonic retaliation for it.
"That's all. Can you please stop treating me like that? You know, I just saved you!" Magena was somewhat annoyed by the Trolls's attitude.
"Were you surrounded by those demons earlier?" Zul'ra didn't answer Magena's question, but instead asked her. This female mage seemed to have indeed helped her, but she also seemed to be surrounded by demons.
"How can you fight demons with brute force? You need to use your brain, with wisdom and knowledge to defeat them." Magena's answer was very formal, but her tone was three degrees weaker. She helped Zul'ra, and Zul'ra helped her in return. In fact, if Zul'ra hadn't come here, her final outcome would have been hard to predict.
"Leave here now! From here, heading east towards the sea, there's a human city Theramore. They'll accept you." Seeing Magena's tone soften, Zul'ra pointed her in a direction.
"But my house and garden... are here?" Magena instinctively wanted to retort when she saw Zul'ra's serious expression, but the scorched, flat ground beneath her feet made her somewhat frustrated, and her tone eventually softened.
"This land used to belong to Shu'halo, but now it belongs to the Horde. If you want to live here, you first need to go to Thunder Bluff and apply to Granny Magatha Grimtotem." Zul'ra did not refute Magena's words, but pointed out to her that living here required Shu'halo's permission.
"When I lived here, those Tauren were still wandering around. Why should I apply to them?" Magena expressed her disdain for the Tauren.
"With their help, you might be able to rebuild your cabin and garden. I can't worry about anything else. They're here." Zul'ra didn't answer Magena, but turned to look at the Shu'halo Warrior galloping across the grassland behind her. The group of poaching white-maned Gnoll had been wiped out.
"I will not build a house here again. The land here has been corrupted by magic, and it will take a long time to recover." Magena looked down at the flattened black ground beneath her feet and overturned her previous decision.
"Where you build houses is none of my business," Zul'ra said, beckoning to the approaching Tauren.
"Aren't you really going to offer me any help? We fought against demons together, after all." Magena tried to curry favor with Zul'ra.
"How do you want me to help you?" Zul'ra asked, looking at the rather beautiful female mage.
"Zul'ra Jin." Shu'halo had already run up to her, calling out loudly, while looking at the unfamiliar human woman with a questioning gaze.
"Of course, it's to help me rebuild a habitable cottage and garden!" Magena demanded matter-of-factly.
"And then, what do I get?" Zul'ra blinked.
"You've acquired a magician—cough, someone whose magic was once powerful, but whose knowledge remains vast, whose appearance has always been beautiful, and who knows many secrets unknown to others—an unparalleled magical advisor." Magena raised her head slightly, using a string of words she could think of to describe her strengths and advantages.
"Seriously?" Zul'ra looked at the female mage, whose face was neither red nor red, and whose temperament and behavior were so peculiar that they were almost roguish, and felt somewhat amused.
"Of course." Magena nodded immediately. The barrier that Maide had set up for her had been destroyed, and her cottage and garden were gone. She now needed to find a place to stay temporarily.