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"Your movements are faster than I thought, Sylvanas, I heard you have been wandering for several days as I walked through the portal." The magic crystal reflected Jaina's angry face.

Faced with the female mage's accountability, Sylvanas was not guilty. She just smiled and said, "Why did you only contact me now?"

The Silver Covenant ship was sailing at sea for almost two weeks, and at this time, Gianna heard news. Sylvanas had to suspect that she had been staying in Stormwind for a while.

"Because something makes me curious."

"Oh?" The female elf gave a questioning tone. Jaina summed up Varian's reaction when she heard the news that the Forgotten One attacked Nanhai Town.

"You mean he wasn't angry? He wasn't clamoring for revenge? Did the alliance's lion fall asleep?"

"Don't joke, Sylvanas. Of course this is not the case."

"Is that what diverted his attention?"

Jaina suddenly sighed heavily and nodded silently. "A terrible thing happened, and I had to waste a lot of effort to learn from a MI7 agent."

"I am in Pandaria now, but you suddenly contacted me. Is that terrible thing related to Pandaria?" Sylvanas thought of the naval battle between the tribe and the alliance, but the two sides who started fighting there were troops sent out to occupy the New World after they were their own camps.

"It has no direct relationship with that continent, but with the previous alliance's fleet stranded in Pandalia."

When the female elf heard this, she was immediately confused. "How could the alliance fleet be stranded in Pandaria, and there are tribes... Has there been a battle in this sea area before?"

"Yes, the Stormwind's top leaders concealed this. The alliance's fleet was defeated and scattered into various areas. Several ships led by Admiral Taylor were among them, and... and they were carrying King Varian's son."

Sylvanas was silent for a moment. She guessed whether she was joking—or joking with her. But Jaina never made too much jokes.

"Wurion's little boy? Are he still alive?"

"Admiral Taylor's last correspondence said that Andu had fled to Pandalia because he was safe and sound, but he was alone."

The female elf thought for a moment. She had never seen Anduin Wrien, only knowing how many years he should be younger than Belorel.

"So you want me to find him? It's not easy."

"Please, Sylvanas. Please make sure to ensure Anduin's safety."

I have other things to do. The female elf thought to herself. But she couldn't refuse Jaina. The son of the highest leader of the alliance was missing. What else is more important than finding him? Sylvanas was worried that Jaina would become very dissatisfied if she refused.

And she couldn't say "do her best" to make excuses. She blinked and then said again.

It seems I have to land on this woodland.

"I'll find him, I promise."

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Nathanos was sitting in a ox cart.

The speed of the scenery along the road through sight made Nathanos admire this strong body and short legs. I heard that there were some magicians who regarded it as a mount.

But overall, the yak's speed was still too slow, and it was so urgent that he received the order to go to the Mantis Plateau.

If he is given some more time, perhaps he can master the skills of driving kites and arrive at the Great Wall faster.

If he still has time.

He knew that one day the Alliance and the Horde would come. There were too many existences guiding the war between the two camps, and Bonsandy might be one of them. Nathanos didn't know what the god of death did, but he wouldn't stand by and watch.

Can I complete the transaction with him?

Nathanos stared at his only remaining hand, and as long as he felt it carefully, he could detect the mark of death on it. Apart from himself, the strong God of Snow Furious was not discovered. Maybe he discovered it, but he didn't say anything. But why did he do this?

Nathanos shook his head and controlled his emotions. If he couldn't find a breakthrough to resolve his doubts, then the doubts would come to him.

The panda man driving the ox cart turned around in the seat and looked at Nathanos. The Forsaken leader raised his chin, meaning: What do you want to do?

The panda man touched his stomach apologetically. "If you don't mind, I want to take a nap at the vendor in front. The yaks also need rest."

It took only two hours to go.

"This is your freedom." The undead replied. Although his tone sounded a little unhappy, the Panda coachman only cared about the meaning of the words.

The car stopped in front of the landlord vendor stall. This creature, which was half shorter than the goblin, warmly welcomed his guests.

The wither watched the coachman buy a lot of food and two bottles of wine, and keep enjoying it.

It was early morning, and the sun had just broken through the highest point of the Sunny Peak. The Pandas recorded their time strangely, and they did not have a strict concept of time. Take the coachman for example, he did not specifically send Nathanos to the Mantis Plateau. The ox cart was loaded with several boxes of radish and lettuce. The guards on the Great Wall were still waiting for this batch of food. The person escorting the food seemed to have forgotten his responsibilities.

At the beginning, Nathanos was not used to this "lazy" consciousness, but over time he felt that nothing was wrong. Time was meaningless to him.

When the Pandaman driver was eating and drinking, he could analyze his next task carefully: be responsible for improving the Pandaman's ability to aim at the target. This is also what he is good at. Even if he can't draw a bow, he still maintains confidence in his skills.

On the Mantis Plateau, the main enemy is the Mantis, which is a creature similar to the Qila Zombie Man. They are numerous, far better than the Pandas warriors.

According to Nathanos's idea, the most effective way to deal with them is bows and arrows.

However, the Pandas are better at machinery. They invented crossbows, a long-range weapon that was launched at short distances. Although the range is fixed, the way of firing a sharp weapon relies on the power of springs to deeply attract Nathanos.

He has made a decision to consult the craftsmen who make crossbows when guiding the guards on the Great Wall.

"Have you heard it? The mantid built a bridge near the Temple of Wanzao - a large tree root, and unexpectedly seized an island."

There were two panda farmers talking at the landlord's stall.
Chapter completed!