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"Can you tell me some clues about the twelve swords hidden in Orgrim?"

Nathanos chuckled, and his explanation was still blurry, "He is unique, from beginning to end, is unique."

Merriel shook his head, thinking about digging out other secrets from Nathanos, it was really hard. "Forget it, I won't ask anymore. Let's gather the decay of the Council."

"Hmm?" The smile on Nathanos's face disappeared, and he looked at Merriel strangely.

"I have something very important to say. Don't wait for Veronara and Gizlok, they still have their own tasks."

"Speaking of this, you have been away for a long time. I think it won't take long to find the Moon God Scythe. Have you gone somewhere else?" Nathanos turned his gaze from Merrell's face to the blue moon in the sky. He needed an explanation.

"Please keep the secret for me, Nathanos." Merriel said, and the mage slowly lifted his left sleeve, and his hand was wearing a set of leather armor, wrapped tightly. Merriel shook his head disgustedly at the hand, "Look."

Another scene appeared before Nathanos. He thought Merriel, like other Forsaken, had no flesh and blood on his body, but his hand was very strong and sound, but covered with dark spots.

“It’s not over yet.”

As soon as the mage opened his mouth, the hand changed, and the sharp armor rose from the dark spots of all sizes, which looked like both stone and steel, wrapping the entire hand. Irregular cracks appeared between the fingers, gradually spreading, appearing green, as if a powerful energy was about to explode.

Nathanos took a step back, he was a little restless because he smelled a dangerous smell.

Before the Withered Man reacted, behind Merriel, a pair of huge wings suddenly emerged under his cloak, and a shadow appeared, shocking Nathanos. Immediately afterwards, the shadow of the mage also changed. The shadow under the moonlight was pulled long, but it was out of place with its owner. It looked strong, tall, straightened its back, and the strangest thing was that horns appeared on the shadow's head.

This is exactly in line with the characteristics of a demon, but Merriel is not a demon. The Withering One realized the seriousness of the matter and asked, "What the hell happened to you?"

"There is a terrifying demon in my body." He replied, but Nathanos couldn't understand it. The mage also knew that this could not be explained clearly in a word and a half sentence. Merell slowly put away his changes, his wings disappeared out of thin air, and his hands returned to normal. "The gate of Darkness... I'm afraid there will be new abnormalities."

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The dawn sunlight passed through the gaps in the curtains and gently shone into Jaina's bedroom. This was the moment she woke up. She blinked her eyes, smiled sleepily, stretched her waist, then stretched her legs out of the bed, stood up and put on a robe, and pulled open the dark blue curtains.

It was a brilliant morning, the sun had risen, and the shadow of the long night was still there, and the colors of roses, golden and purple in the clothes were shining in the sky. She opened the window, breathed the air with the smell of sea salt, and let her long golden hair, which had not been combed, be disturbed by the morning breeze. The Prodmore family's blood vessels were flowing. She was also known as "the daughter of the sea."

After wandering around the window for a while, Jaina turned around and walked away. She combed her long hair and sat down at a small table. The mages had strange ways to concentrate, Jaina was one of them. She lit a candle and stared at her intently. She did this every day, which allowed her to calm down. The shaking fire allowed her to temporarily get rid of the scenes she saw in front of her, concentrate on her inner world, and prepare for what was going to happen next...

It has been five years since the Battle of Mount Hygar. In five years, Jaina has not had any contact with Sylvanas. It seems a bit abrupt when he receives a letter from the Wind Walker, but it is still a pleasure.

Sylvanas seemed very angry. In the letter, she pointed out directly that she had brought many elves, sailed on the sea for nearly a month, and claimed that there was an important news that needed to be warned of the alliance.

Intuition tells Jaina that this is not a good thing.

She suddenly widened her blue eyes and became alert: Could something happened to Quel'thalas? Speaking of which, Jaina hasn't heard of the Elf Kingdom for a long time.

Now she could also feel it, just as the old sailor could always smell the storm in advance. A faint uneasiness appeared in her heart. She quickly took a shower and changed into clothes. When her most trusted companion, Twash, came to knock on the door, she had already made a pot of hot tea.

"Ms. Prodmore," said Twash. "A guest wants to meet you." He looked very nervous. "You have to see, I have confirmed her identity, it is true."

Jaina gasped. What exactly happened that could make Twash say such things?

"Who?" she asked. Tevosh turned his body and looked out of the door, but the mage's face was a little uneasy. Jaina poured herself a cup of hot tea, took a sip, and waited for the visitors to come. After a while, a tall soft figure gently landed on the wooden floor of the room and strode into her living room. The hood on the other person's head was pressed down very low, and his face could hardly be seen clearly. She was light and agile, so when she suddenly stood still, the blue cloak with good fabric was still dancing slightly. She bowed and stood up straight.

"Ms. Jaina," her voice was pleasant, allowing Jaina to clear her doubts in her heart. "I'm sorry I've come before the originally scheduled date, and I don't want to visit like this."

As she said, she opened her hood and showed a beautiful and charming smile. She had a beautiful face with elf-like long blonde hair casually spread on her shoulders, and her firm eyes shone with light.

She recognized her immediately and her eyes widened in surprise.

"Ms. Sylvanas!" Jaina said with a giggle, "How could it be so sudden? I'm not ready to give you any formal welcome ceremony."

"Don't do this, I'm sorry." Sylvanas shook his head gently. "I'm very satisfied if you can receive me."

Jaina recovered her calmness at the first time. She poured two cups of tea and handed it to the other party, and said sincerely: "Ms. Sylvanas, it has been many years since I last met you. I always remember the days when I fought side by side with you on Mount Hygar. Your bravery made you famous in Theramore. I am honored to receive your message now."

She sat down on a comfortable little sofa and invited Sylvanas to come.

"I also remember the Battle of Mount Hygar, Madam," said the female elf. "The army you led fought bloody battles with the demons and finally enjoyed a place in Kalimdo. Theramore impressed me very much, and I think you can help me."

"Just call me Jaina. I will definitely help you." Jaina smiled sweetly, "But can you tell me why you brought your people to Theramore thousands of miles away? Now you want to meet again in this way?"

"In order not to cause panic and conflict," Sylvanas sighed, then took a sip of tea. "I brought a piece of news that was bad for the league." She raised her head and stared at Jaina with her light green eyes. "My sister, Aurelia, has become the Regent of Quel'thalas. She led the people... to the tribe."

"What?" Jaina only felt a chill on her back, and Tewash looked like she was being subdued. "Join the tribe! Why do you do this?" Jaina asked anxiously, wanting to know more practical things - when was this happening, what was the purpose, has the dust settled?

Sylvanas briefly explained the situation, and every word of her made Jaina feel even more depressed. "This is something that has only happened recently. My sister has sent an envoy to the main city of the tribe... due to time constraints, I think you may not know about it yet."

"I don't know at all." Jaina shook her head blankly, then looked at Sylvanas again, "Then you..."
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