"There's no one in the cell. Looks like we found the right place."
After cutting open the cell across the corridor with his Lightsaber, Su Ming looked at the empty room and smiled.
He could sense a damp chill in the room, and the temperature was slightly lower than outside. These were clearly traces left by Frost Magic, one of Jaina's specialties.
Though she was not a Master specializing in arcane magic, she was exceptionally talented at hiding herself and using ice to create visual distortions.
"Yeah, the guys in the Livestream said she Blinked out by pressing against the ceiling." Deadpool lay on the ground, examining a small puddle. He even dipped a finger into it and tasted it. "Sigh, it's pure water. I thought it was—"
As he muttered to himself, the expression beneath his mask seemed to grow a little disappointed.
"What did you think it was?" Yrel asked curiously. She and Jaina were very close; they had hit it off the moment they met on Draenor.
One had once sympathized with the Orcs, only to gradually change in the face of cruel reality: a human princess. The other had suffered under Orc oppression since childhood, with all her family and friends dead: an Avenger.
They had plenty to talk about, especially after Yrel succeeded Velen as the leader of the Eredar, while Jaina had been designated the next generation's Grand Admiral. Whether publicly or privately, the relationship between the leaders of the two Alliance factions had to become closer.
Deadpool had originally entertained a bold idea, such as tasting Jaina's bathwater for certain guys in the Livestream. But when he saw the threatening look in Cousin's eyes, he swallowed and gave an awkward grin.
"I thought it was a drink. Think about it—Mages can conjure water