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Aurelia Windrunner returned to Silvermoon City as the Regent, but the female elf no longer needs to worry. When Kelthas and Kiljadan were defeated one after another, she felt a long-term relaxation. Although there will be many post-war issues waiting for her to deal with, she no longer needs to think about whether her decision needs permission from the Sun Rider Royal Family. Kelthas has turned against his people, and Sindorai needs a new leader than ever before.

It's her.

In the past few days after the war, some people have begun to discuss the future of Sindore, and some have already said that she will become Queen Sindore. The entire real power of Quel'thalas is now in her hands.

Those who participated in this battle were still collecting the bodies of the dead. Perhaps it was not appropriate to talk about who would lead Sindore at this time, but the people could not wait. They were eager to know the future, but they experienced another betrayal, and the reputation of the reliance that promised to give them redemption was ruined, and the Sun-Survivor family was no longer trustworthy.

what to do?

Now, Aurelia presided over another ceremony for a tragedy that she sincerely hoped would not happen. The lovely sunset slowly fell, but darkness was still coming, and the sky of Silver Moon City was covered with colorful colors, and a sad and beautiful echo seemed to express the heart.

Today, she must give the people an answer.

Her children are not here. If possible, Aurelia hopes that Belorel will not have to bear the burden of protecting the people.

Wenleza stood behind her sister, and she saw some people surprised that Aurelia's clothes were still in ranged costumes rather than red symbolizing royal power. In her opinion, Aurelia was a proud and beautiful woman, full of enthusiasm and dedication to the future of the people. At this moment, she chose the outfit that others were most familiar with, rather than rushing to declare her dominance. Her sister's behavior was to tell others that even if she was in power, she was still a ranger.

With so many gathering below the Sun Chaser Court, Wenleza suspected that almost every noble member who could attend was already here. Why not? Of course they wanted to know how the Regent would treat those related to the Sun Chaser family.

"It's not long," said Aurelia. "The name of Sindore comes from a good prince in the past. After receiving his promise, we choose to trust his leadership. Perhaps some of you will say that Kelthus's behavior is unforgivable. Indeed, I have nothing to say about this. We can choose to hate him and spit on him, but we must never forget what the tutor is the glorious prince goes to extremes." She heard some people in the crowd talking about magic, some people saying it's power, Aurelia

It was very gratifying that someone could respond. Then she continued: "Yes, maybe there are two reasons, magic and power. The former is something we, Xindore, have always longed for, while the latter directly demonstrates the power of a kingdom. However, they can also make people fall into depravity." A sigh came, and Aurelia stopped temporarily and looked at the tribal delegation in the crowd, among which was the first orc Bragon Blood Fist who entered Silver Moon City. It was obvious that they were the chiefs to confirm the loyalty of the blood elves.

"Our once loved leader has fallen. He chose the demon, the powerful magic and power given to him by the demon. However, he underestimated his people's determination to resist, and he underestimated the power of the world. It turns out that Azeroth did not give in to the fraudster. We just won a difficult war..." She choked up and couldn't speak out any more words. She paused for a while, calmed down her emotions, and then continued to speak: "This is a high price."

In Ang’s war, we sacrificed many people, but... their sacrifice saved us. The Well of the Sun has been reborn, and I believe everyone can feel it." She gradually smiled and said loudly: "The trend of change has arrived, the sons of blood. A war has tested us, and Xinduole will never let history repeat itself. Although the journey is tortuous and bizarre, we still protect our country. Can Xinduole restore its former glory? I don’t know at this moment, but I believe that the answer will be found in the future."

"Can you lead us, Aurelia?" someone shouted in the noisy crowd below. More similar shouts began to appear.

She raised her right arm and stretched into the sky. "There is no king here, my fellow countrymen, but the Windrunners will surely fulfill their eternal oath to fight for Quel'thalas. Anar'alah belore, for Sindore!"

The crowd burst into a loud shout to respond. Aurelia walked into the Sun Chaser Tower with praise and applause, and Wenleza quietly followed behind. When the voice became very small, the Ranger General spoke: "You don't seem to mention how to deal with the nobles who followed Kelthas."

"This is a hint that if they are smart enough, they should know what to do." She returned to the internal hall and stood in the middle of the hall for a long time. Things were impermanent, and she thought to herself...I am no longer what I was.

A warm palm held her hand and she smiled at Wenleza. She was fully prepared for the upcoming changes.

Ding, ding, ding, sir... A goblin was working in front of the iron inkstone with his upper body naked, his sweaty body refracted the raging fire. His black skin seemed to be smoked by fireworks. The furnace was burning all the time, and it was used nervously - day and night, almost for a moment. When Saar came back, the whole Orgrimmar went to greet him, but he did not go. His Octavian ears heard someone saying the name Garrosh Hellscream. But he was not interested. He continued to use the hammer in his hand to hit the iron blocks that were heated to the red. He did his own work in an abandoned house in the slum. Generally speaking, the goblin would have his own assistant, but he didn't need that thing. Only by doing it himself can he ensure that every piece of fine iron could become what he wanted.

There should be no error in the eyes of a real engineer. This is what his master said to him.

"Very good, this piece of iron is very suitable for making a stamper." The goblin paused for a moment, and he heard footsteps approaching here, with bloodshot eyes staring at the door. Not long after, a familiar figure walked in, the two of them had no conversation. It was an orc. He threw a roll of drawings to the goblin, and turned and left.

Ux Bloodspeaker was still so careful and thought carefully, then opened the drawings and gradually enlarged his eyes.
Chapter completed!