Gone are the whirling mills, the men who lazily fished by the river, the cows that walked among the neat ridges and shook their bells.

Gone are the children playing in the meadows, the bell that rang at noon, and the stone paths that have been flowing all day and carrying away travelers and their stories.

Even the town of Shining Gold is gone.

Alwyn is not like the Twilight Forest, where he can see far away from any one stand...... And she's so familiar with it that she never suspects she's in the wrong place.

It's a long time in the past...... Loria sighed and headed towards the coast, she didn't expect to see Stormwind anymore.

She did not see the majestic stone fortress and the majestic walls, but she did see a blue lion flag in the distance.

……

Many years have passed since several powerful chieftains submitted to the Emperor, and the conflict has intensified as the new clan leaders forget the empire's former strength, and the new emperor forgets to respect these proud warriors.

Finally, they left their homeland and were forced to abandon the Arathi grassland, which had nurtured them for generations, and never to see the prairie lions that had given them courage and strength.

Gru reminisced back to a time when he was weaving fishing nets, and now he was as good at rope as he was at riding...... Oh, the riding skills he used to have.

He couldn't even find a horse in this place, so maybe he could try to ride a big fish?

Relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, relying on the water to eat the water, the riders who once crisscrossed the grasslands have now become qualified fishermen.

Life is compelling.

He remembered that he and his brother followed the leader south, and they crossed the strait to the wetlands, which were full of swamps and crocodiles. It's no wonder that the Minahir tribe is heading north in search of a new world.

Heh, everybody is moving, the north to the south, the south to the north.

Gru remembers his time in the wetlands, and he likes to gaze at the dam on the hill to the south. It was an incredible miracle made entirely of stone, and it was only later that he learned that the face of the man on the dam was a dwarf, and what a clever craftsman the dwarf was.

The dwarves were stocky and strong, but their big rough hands were like gifts from the gods, and they were always able to make miraculous objects.

Dwarves are silent. He doesn't want to associate with humans, but if you give them freshly brewed ale, these cute creatures will catch you chattering and force you to learn an amazing trade from him.

During their time in the wetlands, they learned many skills from the dwarves. He also learned to sail from the remnants of the Minahir tribe, who were reluctant to go north.

Until the successive floods appeared, they had to take a small boat and drift down......

The dwarves have said that there is rich land in the far south, and if it weren't for the fact that they were not good at farming, and that other dwarves blocked their way south, they would have made their home there.

But the dwarves never said how terrible the sea was.

Gru lost his brother, the tribe lost its old chief, and more than half of its people fell asleep in the sea. Finally, the survivors discovered this idyllic, beautiful and calm land.

Their expedition was over.

The Blue Lion Banner was erected in the new land, and they had a new home. The young men began to try their hand at growing crops on the outskirts of the harbor, and the old ones who had grown old on their journeys found themselves left with only the craft they once resisted: fishing.

Gru stroked his pale beard with his wrinkled hands.

His expedition was over.

"Excuse me......"

It was the voice of a childish little girl.

"Can you tell me what time I am now?"

The little girl approached Gruze, and she smiled very reluctantly, her expression mixed with the color of loss that she hadn't caught a fish in months.

Before Gru noticed the appearance of the girl who suddenly came up to him, he was attracted by her strange dress...... It was a beautiful cloth that the dwarves could not weave. Gru, who had once been fascinated by his craft, deflected his mind and thought of the elves of the north...... He had never seen an elf in his life. I've heard that their craft is famous for its beauty.

The industrious fisherman wears clean and neat cotton clothes during the fishing season, while the lazy can afford only the coarsest linen...... Clothing can tell the difference between a person's origins.

The nobility of the North?

Why is it here?

Until the old man noticed the girl's long pale pink hair. It was only then that the memories of the past were suddenly opened - the royal branch of Arashi, who is said to have rare pink hair for generations.

But when he left his homeland, the branch of the royal family had lost the power struggle, and they were even stripped of their surname and driven to the hills to the west by the new Emperor, whom the Emperor contemptuously called Hillsbrad, and the pink-haired men resigned themselves to the scorn and adopted it as their new surname.

Hit back again?

The world is unpredictable, not to mention that he has been away from his hometown for decades, and he has hardly heard from the north again.

"Excuse me?"

Loria squinted her eyes and tried to draw the attention of the old man in front of her, unaware of the cause of Steinbrad's feud with Riptide Castle in the old man's mind. I don't know that my ancestors accept the stigma just to remind themselves that one day they will kill Arathi and kill those little cubs in Riptide Castle.

This is Azeroth's version of lying on the side, but unfortunately the ending is not satisfactory, until the country is ruined, and Hillsbrad's long-cherished wish for a thousand years has never been realized.

The sins of those years were in vain, and the blood and tears of generations of pink hair finally returned to nothingness.

"Ahh......h You say, please say. ”

The old man's attention finally returned to the present, he hurriedly waved the fishing net away, and got up from the bench, he couldn't understand where the girl in front of him came from and what her identity was, but the perennial obedience to the leader and the nobles made him reflexively careful.

"No, no, you may be seated. The old man's reaction startled Loria, she took a few steps back, pointed to the fishing village in the distance and asked, "Where is it...... How long has it been built?"

"Thirty-eight years. ”

Gru replied without even thinking about it, and he suddenly became lost...... This is the thirty-eighth year since he lost his brother.

Sleeping alone in the cold sea can be lonely, right?

"Hmm......," Loria mused, recalling the vague account of human history, "have you heard of Dalaran?"

"Yes. The old man nodded, "I wanted to see it when I was a child." ”

Dreams are only dreams after all, he is not a magician who sits on the top of a high tower and explores the mysteries of the world, he is an old fisherman who has lost his brother and wife.

"I see. Loria nodded slightly, the weird and terrifying feeling became clearer and clearer, she sighed softly and whispered, "Please look me in the eye." ”

You've never seen me, you've been weaving nets all day at the beach, you're sleepy, and it's been another boring day.

…… The old man went back to sleep in the hut with a blank look.

Loria's terrible premonition is gone, and history is back on its original trajectory.

Hurrying away from the small fishing village, Loria plunged headlong into the forest.

The older the age, the more dangerous her existence becomes...... Of course, the world never revolved around her, but for the ignorant race, a single word of hers, or even just her dress, would lightly lead the established trajectory astray.

She may have been destined to hide alone in the wilderness. (To be continued...... ）

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