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"What a thrilling conversation." Jaina stayed in the rooms arranged by Stormwind City for the delegation and said to the Ranger who was hanging his cloak.

Sylvanas turned his head and smiled, "Did I frighten you, or Varian?"

"Of course it's you." Jaina smiled bitterly, "You are so bold. This time we are not in Theramore, but in Stormwind. If Varian gets angry, you'll be locked in jail."

Sylvanas came to the mage and sat down and took a cup of tea. "He wouldn't do this. If he ordered me to be captured in front of Delaney's new allies, he would definitely leave a mean impression on the other party."

"So you've thought about it a long time ago, but you won't tell me." Jaina complained. This made her worried for a while. When Sylvanas spoke, she felt that her blood was about to freeze.

"It's just a temporary idea." The female elf took a sip of tea. Her relaxed look made Jaina very helpless. The blonde girl wanted to know what factors made Sylvanas so fearless and calm about everything?

"But then again, Varian's words today made me change my attitude towards him."

"Oh?" Jaina looked at the elf beside her in confusion.

"I thought he was an impulsive guy and would only use force to solve any problem, but today his words before the throne have fully demonstrated his political means." Sylvanas gestured while considering the words. "He said Theramore's support should take concrete actions."

"What's the problem?" Jaina thought for a while, "Theramore's contribution to the alliance is certainly not as simple as a sentence. I have stepped up people to prepare supplies and will be shipped to Stormwind soon."

"Materials alone are probably not enough."

Jaina waved her hand, thinking that Sylvanas was overthinking, "Varian wouldn't care about Theramon's insignificant military strength. And he didn't say he wanted me to send troops to the curse land, didn't he?"

"Dwarfs, night elves, and even dwarfs, and there may be Draenei people. Almost all forces within the alliance will send troops to the curse land. If Theramore is out of the matter, he may be left with a handle."

Jaina paused and fell into thinking, "You make sense, but I don't want the people of Theramore to take risks in another world. Protecting them is more important than anything. If anyone wants to say anything, let them say it."

"That would be very unfavorable for your future diplomatic actions, Jaina." Sylvanas emptied his cup in one breath. "You can't lose the trust of members of the alliance. The best way to avoid this is to send some people to the Curse Land as well."

"But I don't want to..." Jaina was stunned. She saw Sylvanas smiling at her. Combining the female elf's words, she suddenly understood the profound meaning. "Sylvanas, don't you want to go to the curse alone, right?"

The female elf responded that Jaina wanted the last time she wanted to see—nodding, “Yes.”

"I don't agree!" Jaina left the upholstered chair, and she walked to the window alone with her back to Sylvanas, as if telling her that there was no room for negotiation on this matter.

"Don't say that, Jaina." Sylvanas followed and whispered: "This is what I want to do, not because of the pressure from the league."

"But you don't have to do this."

The female elf held Jaina's hand, and this simple and unintentional action caught Jaina off guard. "I have to do this. It has been a while since I came to Theramore, and I have not brought any benefits to your city. I want to use my abilities to win respect for Theramore, and this is also for me. Only military achievements can make me stand firm in the league."

Jaina's heart softened a little under her eyes, but continued: "Is it possible to measure a person's value to how many enemies he can kill on the battlefield?" She tried to return a fierce look to make Sylvanas retreat, but the feeling that Ms. Prodmore, who was close to her, never forced anyone. "I hope you can even consider it."

"No need to think about it." Sylvanas shook her head. She had decided and was stubborn and stubborn. "Just me."

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Mogaole has an unspoken axiom: the higher you climb, the less you worry about being flooded by wind and snow. In the railway fort, people with two money in their pockets will often visit Shihuo Hotel in the civilian area, drink fine wines and have fun. With drunkenness, soldiers will return to their guard position, and explorers will find a corner to sleep, preparing to join the next journey of unpredictable life and death.

Goodell was not very lucky when he came to Shihuo Hotel. There were people fighting here, but it was normal. Those dwarves always had endless energy after drinking.

Nathanos' childhood mentor walked through the shouting crowd, and it took him five minutes to get to the bar.

"Lagray soju." Goodell handed over the boss with no more or less money, and soon a bottle of wine and a rough wooden cup were placed in front of him. But the dwarf did not drink as soon as possible. He was waiting, and the dwarf who was two seats away at a distance finished the wine in the cup.

That was the last glass of wine poured out from the other party's bottle.

As Gudel thought, when the dwarf sucked the last drop of wine from his beard with his lips, he showed an expression of dissatisfaction. Obviously, the wine in his blood could not make him drunk. But his pocket was empty. Before he shouted and complained to his boss, Gudel took the lead and slid his soju hard over.

"Drink this, friend."

"Lagray Soup!" The dwarf's eyes shone, and without looking at who was talking, he pulled off the bottle cap and drank it in big mouthfuls. Most of the liquid in the bottle disappeared instantly. He burped, and then came to his senses to look at Goodell, "Thank you for your wine, friend."

"It's okay, if you like, we can drink it together. I still have a lot of money, which also means more Lagray soju."

"And Ford Special Brewing." The dwarf yelled.

"Yes, Ford Special." Goodell nodded, his eyes still remained with the dwarf who was already five points drunk.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Nothing, I just think you look familiar. I seem to have seen you somewhere." Goodell pretended to think about it carefully. "You are... you once served in Turayan's army."

"That happened many years ago. I have retired. Now the tavern is my soul's destination." The dwarf drank all Goodell's wine in one breath. Before that, Goodell had already placed another bottle of wine in front of him.

"I don't know your name yet."

"My name is Scheldu, a veteran of the expedition to Drano. Later, he served in the artillery battalion and is now an old drunkard."
Chapter completed!