The Stranger

Alleria couldn't fall asleep for a long time. She lay face down on the table, eyes closed, meditating. If she couldn't recover her strength now, she could only try to minimize her physical exertion. The reason for her insomnia was her inability to calm her mind. To this day, her son—her most cherished treasure—had not returned. Alleria had dispatched all the Ranger she could muster, telling them that even if they had to search every inch of Azeroth, they must find trace of Belorell.

The Regent no longer hoped that the Farstrider would bring back her son; she only wanted some clues, some clues that could prove that Belorell was safe and sound.

Before she knew it, Alleria finally stood up, put on her cloak, and walked out of the Sunfury Tower. The Tranquility night in Silvermoon City might have given her a little relief.

She took a deep breath of the fragrant air and looked up at the night sky. The twinkling stars remained calm. She began to stride forward, but couldn't figure out where she was going; she just wanted to keep walking, moving forward alone in silence. Perhaps this would calm her down and allow her to finally fall asleep.

Quel'Thalas has recently seen many nobles express concern about her condition. As members of the Horde, the Blood Elf recently received news from Orgrimmar that Great Chief Thrall is preparing to step down, and the position will be handed over to Garrosh Grommash, commander of the Warsong Expeditionary Force.

Rommath believed that Alleria should attend the new Warchief's coronation ceremony, but Alleria refused, sending only the Quel'Thalas ambassador to Orgrimmar to pay the highest respects to the Sin'dorei. This led to another argument between the Regent and the Archmage.

The Blood Elf' joining the Horde was merely a stopgap measure; who became Great Chief was ultimately irrelevant. For so many years, the Blood Elf had poured countless resources into the Horde's battlefields, and other Horde members had no right to accuse the Sin'dorei of neglecting their new Warchief. Besides, Quel'Thalas had always remained outside the Horde's political center. Orgrimmar? The Horde's capital, Alleria, had only been visited once, at the victory banquet held after the Lich King's defeat.

Speaking of Garrosh, the Regent had some impression of him. That Recklessness Orcs had made great contributions in Northrend, and it was only natural that he became the chieftain. However, Alleria genuinely doubted whether he had the ability to be the supreme leader.

Of course, none of these problems compare to finding Belorell right now. Alleria chuckled at herself for worrying about the Horde's future; why couldn't she just focus entirely on her current task?

"What's wrong with me?" she muttered to herself.

"Regarding this," a gentle male voice reached her ears, "Perhaps I can give you some hints."

Alleria turned around in surprise. A few steps away stood a burly figure. Because his entire body was shrouded in a cloak, the Female Elf could only make out that he was a man; his face was completely obscured by the shadow of the hood. Alleria recognized the voice. She frowned slightly. Had she seen this stranger before?

"What a coincidence, I just needed a hint." Alleria nodded slightly in greeting. "But first, please tell me, who exactly are you?"

"The person who came to see you." The man's voice carried no hint of danger. He stood there, but Alleria made no defensive gesture.

The Regent blinked. "Come see me? Why?"

"I'm a little embarrassed about this," the man tilted his head slightly, "I bring news, very bad news."

Alleria suddenly tensed up. The word "news" was now extremely sensitive to her. She felt that any news was related to Belorell, and this man said it was terrible news.

"Speak, I'm listening!" Alleria found that her expectation far outweighed her anger.

"The Wyrmrest Temple, you should know that place. Recently, a calamity occurred there. The sacred land of the Dragons was attacked, and all of our unborn children perished in this catastrophe..."

Alleria's interest vanished. She didn't doubt that the man was joking with her, but she was unwilling to show even the slightest concern for what he was saying.

"Then let your guardians handle this." Alleria's tone turned stern. In Azeroth, there weren't many races she deeply hated, but Dragons were definitely one of them. She also knew from the man's words that he was a dragon.

"If that's really the case, then that's good." The stranger stopped there, as if he had said everything.

The Regent took a deep breath. What did this have to do with Quel'Thalas? Why had this man come to her seeking her help? Alleria knew nothing about it, nor did she care.

"The Blue Dragon has no guardian, the Green Dragon Queen is half asleep, the Bronze Dragon Aspect is missing, and as for the Queen of Dragons... she has completely despaired because of something, and her whereabouts are unknown." The man spoke through gritted teeth, as if there were other hidden stories about the Queen of Dragons's fate.

"There are other dragons who could do this." Alleria suppressed her anger and tried her best to be polite, no matter how annoyed the suspicious man was.

The other person shook his head vigorously and strode towards Alleria. "No!" he said sincerely, "We can't go on."

Things were getting increasingly absurd. Finally, Alleria couldn't help but sneer, "Without the Guardians, are you nothing?"

To her utter surprise, the other party actually nodded in response. "Yes, we are nothing without them, at least that's true for the side I represent."

The man's hood was pulled down, revealing a familiar face from the shadows, but his gleaming eyes illuminated the desperate expression on his face. He was a half- Elf, like Belorell.

Alleria recognized him immediately. "Kalecgos Blue Dragon, how dare you come here again?"

"I had to come; I had to come to seek help from mortals."

"Then I can tell you now that Quel'Thalas has refused your request. Go somewhere else; perhaps you can find help there."

Kalecgos's face turned pale. Alleria's attitude seemed to leave no room for negotiation, but the blue dragon had come prepared this time.

"You can't refuse me!" he said bluntly. Alleria stared at him in disbelief, thinking she had misheard. This was Quel'Thalas, and he dared to speak so arrogantly on Sin'dorei territory.

"Unless you don't want to know Belorell's whereabouts."

The author has been suffering from a cold recently, so updates have been less frequent.