Young Lirath

"Levitation, or Leap of Faith?" Lirath looked at his compatriot with some surprise.

"Neither, it's pure skill." Zul'ra smiled at Lirath, revealing the Monk's lightness skill.

"Impressive," Lirath praised, then focused intently on the buoys on the river's surface, not wanting to speak to this compatriot whose behavior was somewhat eccentric.

"What kind of fish are here?" Zul'ra asked, looking at the quiet Lirath.

"Your appearance here and your conversation with me was a coincidence, without any other purpose, right?" Lirath couldn't help but tilt his head, looking at his dark-haired compatriot.

"What do you think my purpose is?" Zul'ra was somewhat surprised; Lirath seemed to have thought about things more than he had.

"Yeah, my sisters are very beautiful, and there are often people who are attracted to them..." Lirath pursed his lips. As the younger brother with three beautiful sisters, he was often seen as a tool to flirt with them.

"I know you're a philanderer, but don't worry, I'm not. I'm just passing by, and now I don't know where I should go either!" Zul'ra couldn't help but laugh. The beauty of the Windrunner Sisters was indeed renowned.

"Aren't you going home?" Lirath felt something was off.

"I can't go back for now." Zul'ra was a little discouraged. Without the help of the Bronze Dragons, how could she go back? She just hoped that she could be sent back to the right time and place, and not have to face an unmanageable mess when she returned.

"Why do you say that?" Lirath, puzzled by the sigh of his compatriot Legolas.

"Everyone has their difficulties." Zul'ra didn't want to tell Lirath directly about her situation. Although Chromie didn't mention it, he felt that the Time Guardians should strictly adhere to the principle of secrecy.

"Did you have a fight with your family?" Lirath guessed.

"No, don't guess. You can't figure it out. Everyone has their difficulties, but if you persevere, it might pass. Perseverance is victory." Zul'ra fed Lirath a bowl of chicken soup, and then changed the subject.

"Speaking of which, there's a war going on in the south right now. Who do you think we should fight? And why should we fight?"

"I don't know. My sister, Alleria, said she's going to fight Orcs from another world. I've never heard of Orcs before," Lirath shook his head.

"I've never heard of that either, but will those Orcs threaten us?" Zul'ra continued to tease Lirath.

"I don't know, I'm not sure." Lirath turned to look at Zul'ra, wondering if this guy was really here for his sister.

"Why should we fight them if they don't threaten us?" Zul'ra blinked.

"You're talking to me, really not because of my sister?" Lirath couldn't help but ask.

"Why would you assume that I'm talking to you because of your sister?" Zul'ra was somewhat puzzled. Did the beauty of the Windrunner Sisters really have that much influence?

"If not for them, then for me?" Lirath pursed his lips, looking at his fellow Legolas with a hint of wariness in his eyes. It wasn't that there weren't people among the Elves who were interested in men.

"Well, all things considered, I did do it for you, but you've got it all wrong." Zul'ra looked at Lirath's expression and her face darkened slightly. What kind of person did he think she was?!

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"What do you want from me?" Lirath asked, puzzled.

"To protect you!" Zul'ra answered matter-of-factly, preferring to be direct rather than beat around the bush.

"Protect me?" Lirath felt his mind wander; was this some kind of unusual confession?

"Yes, someone asked me to protect you. Someone believes you will play an important role in future history, so they asked me to protect you." Zul'ra would definitely nod. The people the Bronze Dragons chooses to protect usually hold a very important position in history. It was a coincidence that she received this mission. She wondered if anyone would come to protect her in the future.

"What nonsense are you spouting, Sunwell above?" Lirath wasn't like the people on Earth; he didn't have the kind of imagination that Terminator had.

"Someone's coming." Zul'ra tilted his head slightly. He heard a large number of heavy footsteps approaching in a line, and he didn't know whether they were friend or foe.

"It might be my sister!" In response to Zul'ra's words, Lirath turned his head to look in the direction from which footsteps were coming from, began to reel in his fishing rod, and then lifted the fish trap containing two fish from the water.

"I'm going back now." Lirath, carrying his fishing rod and fish trap, called out to Zul'ra and then left along the path by the riverbank.

"Let's go together." Zul'ra followed in Lirath's footsteps without hesitation. Whether it was for the task Chromie had given him or for the normal course of history, Lirath couldn't die here. Well, of course, he couldn't just die at any other time either. At the very least, he was good as the Horde's Minister of Foreign Affairs, and it was also important to keep Sylvanas in check.

Faced with Legolas's persistent accomplice, Lirath didn't know what to say. He could only carry his fishing rod and fish trap and lead him onto the main road. On the road through the green forest, a troop of Elves guards was marching, with a slender and graceful figure following beside them.

"Sylvanas!" Lirath called out as he saw the slender figure beside the marching guards.

"Hmm!" Zul'ra raised an eyebrow as she looked at the figure beside the group. She had to admit that the future Banshee Queen was indeed as beautiful as the legends said. She had long, flowing blonde hair that reached her waist, but compared to Lirath's reddish hair, her hair was platinum blonde, which accentuated her beauty. It was just a pity that her temperament did not match her beauty.

Lirath went over to talk to Sylvanas. Zul'ra didn't approach, but stood at a distance and watched. The siblings hugged first, then spoke in hushed tones. Sylvanas even glanced at him, but then looked away. The reason her temperament was inconsistent with her beauty was that she was too arrogant, and she didn't have the status and ability to match it. She was just a military family member and had no outstanding achievements.

"Legolas, I'm going home." After saying a few words to his sister, Lirath turned back to say goodbye to Zul'ra.

"Okay, you can go back now!" Zul'ra looked at the polite Lirath, asked no further questions, and simply nodded.

"And what about you?" Lirath had originally planned to say goodbye to Zul'ra, but he was dumbfounded by Sanra's calm and collected words.

"Of course I'll follow you. How else can I protect you?" Zul'ra answered matter-of-factly.

"But I don't need protection." Lirath wanted to cover his forehead; what kind of guy was this?