[God of Family Protection]

"Arathor the Great, who united humanity, once said: You can give a farmer a handful of seeds, but you cannot give him a dozen loaves of bread!"

Rejecting Tonatiuh's proposal, Modera said, "The northern human kingdoms are the farmer right now. They can be given seeds, but not bread. They have yet to experience the true terror of the Orcs and demons. They can still hold on."

Shaking her head, she added, "Help from the Trolls at a time like this will not make them grateful. It may instead frighten them and cause them to do irrational things."

"And besides..."

She looked at her lover.

"From the Trolls' standpoint, you should not help them either..."

Tonatiuh looked at his young daughter playing alone in the distance and smiled. "Don't worry about our side. Trolls are no longer what they used to be. The Trolls' stance is no longer what it used to be either."

"In the past, the whole world was our enemy. Everyone feared and despised us."

"But now, Trolls see themselves as the eldest children of the world. We have a responsibility to lead Azeroth. We also have an obligation to help Azeroth!"

"Humans are part of Azeroth. So long as they do not betray Azeroth, the eldest child has a responsibility and obligation to help them. So don't worry about the Trolls' stance. The only concern is whether the humans' reaction will instead turn bad once the Trolls truly enter the conflict."

Modera was left stunned by his words.

After a moment, she smiled at her lover and moved closer. The Materialist Aura dispelled her transformation spell, revealing her true form—an exceptionally tall, powerful human woman with the appearance of a Vrykul, blue arcs of electricity flickering faintly over her body!

"I can feel it. Darling, I