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"We must unfold the protective barrier immediately," Jaina told Kadega. Her forehead was covered with sweat, and her blonde hair was soaked and stuck to her face.

"The problem is that we cannot contact other mages in time." Kardga said this with a serious expression.

Their preparation was not as full as they thought. Jaina wanted to remind others, but her voice could not even be transmitted ten meters in the chaotic battlefield.

"Ms. Sylvanas is ready to teleport away the entire city."

Jaina and Kadega turned their heads toward Lansber.

The Silver Covenant Adjutant nodded, "She didn't seek your consent, but I don't think you will hesitate anymore."

How long will it take? Jaina wanted to grab the life-saving straw. Without saying anything, the sound of the broken chain attracted her eyes back to the sky.

Everyone watched the airship remove its carrying items. Jaina would never forget everything that happened next. Her heart was raised to her throat, but the female mage didn't have time to discover that her body was as abnormal as her mood. The coldness seemed to be the chill brought by death, which invaded her skin.

Everything in front of her was shrouded in pure white, and Jaina couldn't see the scene of the bomb falling. A force led her and dragged her away from the battlefield under her feet. She saw the arcane energy flooding the entire Theramore. Confused and strange screams filled her ears. Then, she lost her intuition.

...

"Victory!" Hellscream stood at the highest point far away from Theramore and shouted loudly. The blood roar was raised high by him. The tribe gathered here stared at his axe blade. Then the axe blade pointed forward and pointed to the gap left by the great disaster in the distance - the sea water replaced Theramore's original position. "This is our result. The glory of the tribe."

The cheers were deafening.

...

Jaina felt pain the moment she stood up after regaining consciousness. Every nerve and every bone seemed to be burned ruthlessly. The brief numbness made her completely unable to remember what she had experienced. She closed her eyes and let out a slight moan, trying to touch anything she could touch with her hands. She realized that she seemed to be covered with a warm quilt.

This shows that she was injured in bed, very seriously injured.

Jaina struggled to open her eyelids, and in her vision was the extremely familiar roof of the house, which was her own room. She gritted her teeth and sat up, began to try to recall what was going on, and then she remembered some...unspeakable horror.

When she finally realized that Theramore had experienced a war, the female mage's instinctive reaction was to look out the window.

The windows were closed, and through the glass, the sky outside was a little chaotic, but dawn was about to come next.

The tribal army...the terrible bomb...

Jaina slid off the bed, stood up staggeringly, and almost fell to the ground with a step forward. Fortunately, she held her hands on the beams and pillars of the house and did not fall down.

How are those who are with you day and night? She only cares about this question now. She hears a vague noise. Jaina's hope brightens up - someone is still alive. Or is this war just a nightmare for her?

The window was pushed open hard, and she looked around. The shining sunlight could be seen in the twilight of the sky. Below, the ruins of the city wall were still marked with traces of being bombed by artillery fire. There was still the smell of gunpowder that remained in the city. The war was real... Jaina was stunned. She stood on the shore of the Sea of ​​Memory, with conflicting fragments in front of her. The bombs of the tribe had fallen, and the entire city should have been destroyed.

Until a voice pulled her consciousness back from her trance.

"Send that batch of medicines to the first aid camp quickly. Are there any people who can fight? They are needed now!"

This was Bene's voice. The night elf was commanding something. Jaina followed the sound and looked for her guard, just below her tower.

Bene is still alive and she has not continued to fight, which means the war is over, but why does she still need soldiers? Jaina vaguely heard the sound of the fight.

"Ben?" she called, and despite the weak voice, the guard immediately turned around and saw her standing in front of the windowsill.

The night elves seemed surprised by seeing Jaina, but she said nothing and ran straight to the tower. A few minutes later she came to Jaina's resting room. Jaina was a little hurried to greet Bene at the door, but she could no longer hold on and fell down the moment Bene arrived.

"Madam!" Bern caught her in time and helped her up. "You are very weak now and should have a rest." As she said that, she slowly took Jaina back to the bed and sat down.

"What the hell happened?" Jaina was full of questions, hoping that Bene could give her an answer.

"You've been in a coma for two days."

Jaina raised her head and stared at Bene, and she became even more confused. "Two days?" she murmured, "How could I... the tribe army? Have we won?"

Bern half-kneeled, holding Jaina's ankles with both hands, putting them back on the bed, and was stopped by Jaina when she was about to pull the quilt.

"Tell me what the hell is going on!"

"It's okay, ma'am. But we can't say it's a victory, we can only say it's a successful retreat."

"Retreat? We are obviously still in Theramore, and I also saw the city wall, which is also my room..."

"Yes, we are indeed still in Theramore." Bern nodded, and the complex expression between his eyebrows seemed to be against his own words. The night elf sighed and took off his coat and draped it on Jaina. "I can't explain it, maybe you should see it for yourself."

She pointed to the window where Jaina was standing just now. The female mage seemed to have recovered a lot of strength this time. She quickly got out of bed and walked to her original position in three or two steps. She just cared too much about her people and did not observe carefully. This time...

The traces left in the previous battle were still engraved in the city she was familiar with. Some houses were burned by flames, there were craters everywhere on the ground, and some artillery and tanks were not taken back to the armory. In addition, there were shadows of the Kerito mages in the city.

"You should look up." Bern reminded behind her.

Jaina's gaze slowly moved up. Everything she saw was familiar with and existed in her memory. But what she saw now made her eyes wide open. Just stare at the sky above Theramore for a few seconds, you can easily find a lilac light film stretching out from the air above the city, like a barrier. Jaina knew it was magic, but Theramore had never had this phenomenon.

She stretched out her head and continued to observe, and more and more strange images disturbed the city she knew in her mind. Theramore could no longer hear the sound of waves, nor could she feel the humid sea breeze. The original port was no longer the ocean, but the land. Those ships—including the ships of the Seventh Legion—also docked on land.

This is Theramore! But not in its original position! Jaina immediately figured out everything. She turned around and reached out to grab Bene tightly and asked, "What's going on?"

"It was Ms. Sylvanas who saved us," explained Bern, "her wizard sent the whole city here, but you fell into a coma during the teleportation."

"So everyone is still alive." Jaina seemed to be trying hard to stop herself from jumping up with joy. Bern knew that if her body allowed to do so, she would.

"Most people are like this. But there are still many people who died on the battlefield."

"This is the best ending." Jaina hugged Bene tightly and gave each other silent comfort. "At least I haven't lost you."

"The Moon God blesses us, ma'am."

The two let go of each other. Jaina wiped away the tears that had not yet fallen from the corners of her eyes, squeezed out a smile and asked, "Where is Sylvanas? I think I have to express my gratitude to her in person."

"General Ranger will exercise his power on your behalf in these two days, Ms. She should be discussing the status quo of Theramore with Master Cardaga. She told me to let you rest well and wait until your body recovers."

"I questioned her before, Bern." Gianna said ashamedly, "If it weren't for her... I really couldn't imagine what happened. It turned out that I really underestimated Garrosh too much, I..."

"You should eat something now and then lie in the bed." The Night Elf pointed out.

Jaina nodded silently and walked back to the bed and sat down. Bene prepared some refreshments on the bed cabinet that Jaina could touch. The feeling of surviving the disaster left Jaina without any other emotions besides being delighted. She couldn't relax and had no appetite in the face of delicious snacks. She wanted to ask more questions, are everyone else okay? How are they doing to those who she knows and those who come to help her?

The calm expression on Bene's face made Jaina unable to speak at all. She believed that all the people he cared about and wanted to protect were still alive.

"Bain?"

When the elf guard was about to leave, Jaina called her.

"Are there any need, ma'am?"

"You just said that Sylvanas's mage teleported the entire city away?"

"Yes." Bern nodded affirmatively.

"So where are we now? Is it safe?" Jaina thought she was mentally prepared to face the answer that was about to be said from the female elf, but she was wrong. The teleportation result exceeded her cognition as a mage.

"We are in the place you once stayed. The land under our feet was originally a huge pit." Bern witnessed Jaina's pupils gradually diminishing, "We were in the Dalaran pit, and Theramore filled the gap here."

...

Bain was a warrior. His father also taught him the insights he had gained from the war. Times have changed, and he has seen towns, forts, and even thunder cliffs fall into the sea of ​​fire, and he knows more about the cruelty of killing. As a member of the tribe, he has ordered an attack in person and taken human life with his own hands.

But now...

The news from Theramore could only make him feel angry in addition to anger. Did the city disappear and was it annihilated by a bomb? Bain didn't know about this, but Garrosh's atrocities had deeply shocked the leaders of the Taurus clan.

He was surrounded by stars above the Thunder Cliff, but he could not feel the tranquility for a moment. A question troubled him and tortured him - what happened to the Great Chief? Why did the Great Chief who dropped bombs on the innocent druid because King Cromgar dropped a bomb on the innocent druid and died in a similar way? Hellscream once defended glory, but now he committed to killing with his own actions.

"Doesn't there be survivors?" Bain asked Dezko with a glimmer of hope. The chief of the morning seeker tribe was kneeling in front of him.

"I had no intention of poking your wound, Chief." Dezko responded with his eyes closed, "but the whole city... disappeared, and no brick or tile was left behind."

"Maybe things are not what we thought they were."

Bain was very grateful that Hamuel always gave him comfort when he was lost, but he felt that his soul seemed to be imprisoned in the horrific scene of Theramon, and the language of the rune totem could not heal him.

"I've reminded Ms. Gianna before that they know Garrosh's plan. I believe they have a solution, at least they won't wait to die on the spot."

"Your words made me feel some comfort. Thank you, Hamuel," Bain said. "It's a pity that I can't calm down, I can't."

"What else is bothering you?" asked the Big Druid.

"Horse." Bain roared, "What should the tribe do? In the future, we have to follow Hellscream. My father is right, he is right. How many crazy stupid things will Garrosh do? He will only destroy the tribe. We are already in trouble." The Taurus Chief stood up in disgust and pulled his fist into a hand to open and close. "The Battle of Theramore is a victory in his opinion, but by heart, has the tribe really won? Those soldiers, including our compatriots, were they completely deceived to attack Theramore. Garrosh clearly had a way to win the war without sacrificing one soldier and one soldier. But he had to sacrifice his soldiers first." Bain's words suddenly got stuck, and he scolded himself for forgetting the orc's way of winning because of his anger was disgraceful.

"Anyway, such… 'victory' will only aggravate his ambitions, he will escalate the war, not end him. The end of this war is just the beginning of the next bloody conflict."

"What are you going to do, Chief?"
Chapter completed!