Niniroko knew two things, one was that the relationship between the two girls was not normal, and the other was that Loria's 'soon' was not happy at all.

The Council of Tirisfar, who had finally moved their nest to the Tirisfal Glades, continued their idle retreat, and several huts hidden by the enchantment were decorated more and more beautifully.

The one with the two warehouses belonged to Tomman with a beard, the two next to each other and raised the floors as if they were competing with each other belonged to Cronway and Salens, and the ones that straddled the stream belonged to Loria and Alice.

They didn't care about the silent silver-haired girl in their midst, and sometimes, they were about to think of her as one of them.

Niniroko, who is good at disguise magic and can't be idle, doesn't live here very often, and occasionally brings back news of Dalaran - without the protection of the Council of Tirisfa, Dalaran seems to have become more peaceful and peaceful.

With no demons and no power struggles, the search for magic is advancing at a rapid pace, and the free magical capital seems to have regained its former vitality.

They are superfluous...... One day, Niniroko ran into the forest, not intending to leave.

She spent nearly a month collecting building materials and stacking them in the spot she had chosen—near the flowerbed and backed by a hill.

What should it look like? It has to look better than everyone else's.

Tommen ran around in a panic.

Niniroko was thinking about going to Cronway for some help, and although she didn't want to admit it, the man's aesthetic ability was really good.

Tomman ran around in a panic, his waist full of colorful bottles and cans.

The rest of the people also came out of the hut, yawning and stretching as it was nearly midnight. The enchantment is kept in the daytime by a false magical canopy—affected by Loria, and they are all reversed day and night.

"You ......" Niniroko frowned, feeling a bad premonition. "Surely they didn't come out to welcome me, did they?"

……

Things are stricter than expected.

The deepest black clouds hung over the city, and the great lake to the north of it became unquiet. The waves swayed a small fleet, and their style was very different from that of human ships—lighter and narrower, carved with delicate ornaments that were useless in battle or navigation.

Silvermoon never took its eyes off the nascent city - they weren't interested in leaving the quiet forest and the dazzling sunwell, just so as not to make another big mistake.

Before the temptation of magic, humans would not have listened to counsel - just as they had been.

An elf cursed the stupidity of humans, but kept their mouths shut under the gaze of Ranger General Aurelia.

The weak time and space were constantly being breached, and now it had become a hole, and huge green meteorites were roaring and falling. The highest minaret was smashed and a fire broke out in the city.

It's no longer a single demon infiltrating, it's the vanguard of the Burning Legion...... The demons never let up for a moment, and were always planning to re-invade Azeroth.

This time we can't sit idly by.

Aurelia frowned, torn between the order to attack and the order of the King and the Council - not to allow demons to invade the world and to teach humanity a lesson...... The scale of this is difficult to grasp.

Humans aside, there are many compatriots living in Dalaran.

"Sister, sister, have you ever fought a demon?"

While Aurelia nervously estimated the timing of her intervention, her young sister, who had just become a ranger, approached her excitedly, asking uneasily and expectantly.

"No ......"

Aurelia looked at her sister's young and immature face...... While she's fighting the trolls, her sister is still a kid running around with toys in her arms. In a blink of an eye, he grew up and became a ranger who guarded Quel'Thalas......

"When the battle begins, follow me. Aurelia whispered. saw that her sister had an unconvinced look on her face, so she could only add: "This is an order...... I'm going to concentrate on commanding the battle, and it's up to you to keep me safe. ”

Seeing her sister's face change from stubbornness to joy, Aurelia couldn't help but smile...... What a nice little guy.

"Haven't the so-called 'experts' arrived yet?"

More and more demons burst into the sky above the city, and before the teleportation array in the bow of the ship had moved, Aurelia began to question the lieutenant...... The appointed time is almost up.

"Here comes the expert!"

Before the adjutant could answer, six figures appeared on the teleportation array without warning...... Humans are no longer the ignorant apprentices they once had, and their magic has advanced to the level of the High Elves.

Loria jumped out of the rune circle in Class A, and the boatload of elves dazzled her eyes. It was the first time she had seen so many High Elves - she was about to greet the commandant-looking female elf with a stern face, when she saw a familiar face beside her.

Crossing meets old acquaintances. That's not good.

So Loria threw herself into Aurelia's arms in a daze, and hugged her tightly. to avoid Sylvanas' curious gaze.

Wow!

This sudden enthusiastic embrace made everyone stunned.

The General turns out to be familiar with the Council of Tirisfar?

Little Pink Fur is a good friend of this High Elf?

Of course, the most inexplicable one belonged to Aurelia, who pushed Loria a little awkwardly, but she didn't move, so her hand gradually increased...... However, this pink hair, which didn't even see her face clearly, was amazingly strong.

What is this?

Aurelia's face turned unkind, and she strangled her pink hair, breaking her head and pressing it on her lower abdomen.

In the eyes of others, they are more and more puzzled about whether the relationship between the two is so good that Cheng Dù holds it so ruthlessly...... Elie Meow purred in displeasure.

"Hello...... I'm Tirisfa...... The head of the council...... Hillsbrad ......"

Loria introduced herself uncomfortably in fits and starts.

"Hehe......" Aurelia was a little surprised, this weird little girl was the head of the council, "I'm the Ranger General of Quel'Thalas...... Aurelia ...... Windranger. ”

Loria wanted to cry without tears, but she met a married woman here...... Sister Windranger, the youngest wife...... Windranger doesn't know if he's there, maybe he's young, maybe he's not born yet.

Sylvanas apparently didn't know her in her past, so she couldn't let Sylvanas remember her now.

A thousand years can be forgotten, but Loria can't take any chances.

Maybe it's time to dye your hair and put on makeup?

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