What the Hell? The Four Windrunner Sisters!?

Duke shot Alleria a look. For some reason, he felt that the eldest Windrunner sister was rather different from what he had imagined.

Not only was she curious, she also liked getting to the bottom of things. Was she really the mature and steady eldest sister of the three Windrunner sisters? Or was Alleria part of that twenty percent that differed from the other world's eighty percent?

Faced with Duke's silence, Alleria instead spoke with remarkable understanding. "Relax, relax! I'm just a High Elf passing through on vacation, merely curious about unknown things. If this has infringed upon your privacy, then I apologize. Oh, and I've already heard your name—Mr. Duke Marcus."

Duke felt a little awkward. He rubbed his nose and extended his hand in friendship, preparing to shake hands as he replied naturally, "All right, I accept your apology, Alleria."

Alleria froze for a moment, then understood that this was a human custom. She extended her hand as well and clasped Duke's.

The instant they shook hands, Duke cursed inwardly. As a ranger, drawing a bow and nocking arrows was compulsory training. In Duke's imagination, as a renowned ranger-general in Azeroth, Alleria's hands ought to have been rough, perhaps even covered in calluses.

Yet the hand he held was soft and boneless, slender and nimble, its palm pale and tender. It felt no different from the hands of a sheltered young lady.

As expected! Were all High Elves monsters? How could they train without their fingers getting thicker?

While Duke was still lost in thought, Alleria revealed a slightly sly smile. "Say, Duke, you really do know who I am. I don't think I've introduced myself to you yet, have I?"

"..."

"In my impression, all High Elves look the same to you humans! What was that term again? Hmm, face blindness."

Duke suddenly realized that Alleria had dug a huge pit for him, and he had foolishly jumped right in and buried himself.

"Well... the three Windrunner sisters are famous where I'm from too!"

"Pfft!" Alleria doubled over laughing. "Hahaha! Hahahahaha! You're too funny! Too funny! Even among those mages hailed as the wisest in the Stormwind Kingdom, at least eighty percent of them don't know the name of Quel'Thalas's king. Yet a little commoner like you knows the name of a Quel'Thalas ranger-general thousands of miles away. Hehehe!"

There was not the slightest hint of belittlement or accusation in her tone. Alleria was simply overflowing with curiosity.

A human with only apprentice-level aptitude could use Mirror Image to fake his death, could nearly teach himself fairly difficult fire spells without a master, and could know the name of an obscure ranger-general from the northern part of the continent while standing at the southern end of the Eastern Kingdoms.

Alleria's curiosity had now completely turned into close attention.

After clutching her stomach and laughing for quite a while, Alleria finally straightened up and wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes. "Luckily, you were finally wrong about something. Otherwise, I really would have thought you were some sage or an all-knowing being reborn."

"Uh..."

I was wrong?

Duke was a little dumbfounded.

"I really don't know where you heard that 'three Windrunner sisters' thing. But there are four Windrunner sisters in our generation. In terms of fame, my third younger sister, Lyras, is the most famous. Two years ago, she became famous in a single battle against the trolls, killing 128 trolls alone with nothing but her bow."

After hearing that, Duke blurted three things out in his heart:

Holy shit!

What the hell!

Motherfucking hell!

Important things had to be said three times! Otherwise, people wouldn't know this was a major event!

First of all, trolls were no joke. These moss-skinned trolls were a humanoid race with terrifying regenerative abilities. They could regrow severed arms and heal serious physical injuries. Unless an arrow blew off their heads or pierced straight through their hearts, severed hands and feet could be restored just by eating a piece of meat.

That's right! Meat—whether it came from an enemy or one of their own. Any bloody flesh would do!

They were not only savage and evil, worshipping all kinds of cruel blood sacrifices, but also extremely powerful warriors. Killing them was no easy task. Even professionally trained Stormwind soldiers needed at least three or four men to surround and kill a single troll.

Yet Alleria had personally said that Lyras had killed more than a hundred by herself?

It sounded like Lyras had already entered the realm of heroes!

Uh, but the real point was the second thing!

It was Lyras, not Lirath. In the game Duke had played before being transported here, aside from the famous three Windrunner sisters, this generation of the Windrunner Family also had a tagalong youngest child—the fourth sibling, and their only brother, Lirath.

And later in the original timeline, Lirath was supposed to die during a troll invasion, something that would become one of Alleria's greatest regrets.

But now, the three Windrunner sisters had become four sisters. Not only had Lirath become a girl, she sounded absurdly overpowered too. Was this... this... this the twenty percent deviation determined by the system?

Duke's heart was a mess in the night wind.

Damn it! He had a feeling that if he completely trusted the sequence of events from the game before his transmigration, he would die horribly.

Duke could practically see "Ghoul Duke" in the mirror of fate waving at him.

Seeing Duke's mouth hanging open wide enough to fit an egg inside, Alleria laughed heartily.

"Hehehe! So you know what trolls are too, huh? Isn't Lyras amazing? She's my proudest sister. But having a sister who's too outstanding can be troublesome too. Those bastard councilors in Quel'Thalas keep giving me and my second sister Sylvanas trouble every day, saying that our Windrunner Family is monopolizing the entire ranger corps. So, in a fit of anger, I took a year-long vacation and came out here to relax."

Duke was utterly speechless. That could happen too?

Still, he at least understood Alleria's unspoken meaning. If even a ranger-general like her did not mind exposing Quel'Thalas's internal ugliness, then she would not reveal his theft either.

After all, Alleria believed that there could not possibly be any fundamental or conflict-of-interest clash between a High Elf ranger-general and a tiny magic apprentice from a human kingdom.

Duke sighed. "All right. You won't interfere with my conflict with the nobles, and I won't concern myself with your observations of me. Is that what you mean?"

"Don't make me sound like some kind of peeping creep. I only mean that if you have any interesting activities to pass the time, be sure to invite me. All right, as a reward for daring to stand up to those shitty nobles, and as thanks, this is for you."

Alleria handed him a small booklet.

"This is..."