"Gianna is gone? Went to find the orcs? The High Priest looked at the room where only one human and one High Elf remained. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"She's working her way, and so should we." Benny didn't want to waste any more saliva on the issue of the Horde and the Alliance, which would be pointless to solve the current dilemma.

"Of course." Tyrande gave Benny a deep look. "My lover is trapped there, and you should understand my eagerness." She glanced pointedly at the taciturn High Elf, and she smiled back with a faint smile.

"I have a lot of respect for you and the Great Druid." Benny and Sylvanas stood up and bowed slightly. "And your faith in love." Tyrande and Malfurion are not really married yet, think about it, a long-distance love run that has lasted for 10,000 years, and the two have always been loyal to each other, and this love has gone beyond simple 'love'.

Benny looked at Sylvanas, and he hoped they would do the same----- no, they would!

"Let's go, the place you need has been arranged." Tyrande didn't say anything more, and led the two out of the room.

"That place isn't in Eternal Night Harbor." Tyrande led the two of them towards the Hippogriff's perch. "It's going to take us a little bit to get there."

Benny nodded and didn't speak, wondering if Tyrande had chosen the location to summon the red dragon outside the Moonlight Glade in order to avoid Vandal's eyes. But by doing so, Tyrande saved Benny a lot of water.

Or the Horned Hippogriff, a giant bird of prey that is seen by the elves as companions rather than mounts or pets.

The Hippogriffs here were even more unruly than elsewhere, and it took a few druids to appease them before they were able to get Benny and Sylvanas on their feet.

"Your Excellency High Priest, your squire -----?" A druid asked, bowing down.

"They're fighting." The high priest stepped on the horned eagle. "And the orcs."

"We can send a team to protect you." The High Priestess is the spiritual guide of all the followers of the Luna, and she is also one of the most revered ----- of the Night Elves, and her safety cannot be compromised.

"The moon god will protect me." The High Priestess didn't want to say more, she patted the neck of the horned eagle, and the huge bird of prey rose into the air.

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Dust Swamp, Theramore.

Christophe was Gianna's Minister of the Interior. During the period of governing Theramore, he was always taking care of everything for Gianna. He has an exceptional knack for dealing with irritating chores, making him the perfect person for the job. It was precisely because of him that Gianna was not so angry as to kill because she was so overwhelmed. A first-time ruler, especially a lady, will always have such problems, but thankfully, Gianna has found some good talent from her hometown and some other places.

"Your Excellency, do you really think we can form an alliance with the orcs?" Christophe was tall, but he was as thin as a bamboo pole, and he looked like he couldn't beat the old Defy and the old housekeeper who had lost her teeth. His hair was black and straight, just above the shoulder, like a black frame, framing a bony face, a hooked nose, and a always worried expression.

"What do you mean?" Gianna had just opened her mouth with some regret for asking the question, and he could already imagine what Christopher would say.

"Ally with a bunch of beasts that want to eat us at any moment?" The disdain on Kristof's face was even heavier, and it made his thin face look very mean. "I admire what the orc named Thrall did in Hyjal, but that doesn't mean all orcs are, ma'am! Doesn't the matter of Ashenvale wake you up yet? ”

Gianna expected the answer, but not the answer she wanted to hear.

"Our alliance with the orcs has always been good." Theramore and Orgrimmar had signed a number of agreements since the Hyjal Holy War, and these agreements even included provisions for the two sides to fight piracy together in the seas.

She and Thrall had just had an argument before Benny arrived over the sinking of a Tribal merchant ship not far from Ratchet City, and the surviving captain of the merchant ship claimed that they had seen the Seramo patrol ship when they were attacked by pirates, but had not been helped.

"There have been some problems lately, but it's not a problem for both of us." Gianna leaned back in her chair. "We both have some 'demagogues' who are advocating hatred, all the time. The matter of Ashenvale, Thrall tried to stop it, and I'm sure he did. ”

She looked up at the elven mage standing silently beside her.

"What about you? What do you think? Gianna's tone was still deservedly respectful.

"You shouldn't have asked me." The female elf spoke. "You've made a decision."

"Yes, I've made a decision." Gianna was not disappointed without a substantive answer, this personal consultant has always been like this, she has no advice, she just makes some criticism at critical moments, and then ----- tells her some stories that are far away, which is useful, more useful than advice.

"Prepare, I'm going to Stormwind."

"My Queen, you don't really want His Majesty Varian to join this 'ridiculous' alliance, do you?!" Christophe's words were already a little offensive, but he couldn't care about them anymore. "Have you forgotten how the 'old king' died!"

"Varian is a very enlightened man! He will not be blinded by hatred! Gianna has always believed this, and Varian showed this when he was in the midst of the victory in the Orc War.

"By doing so, you will hurt our true allies!" Theramore's alliance with the orcs has always seemed unsightly, and maybe Gianna doesn't think so, but her people don't.

"I'm helping our allies, Christophe." Gianna waved her hand with a cold face. "You don't know what's going on in our world, maybe you're good at handling government affairs, but leave something to me."

"Lady's -----!" Kristof wanted to say something, and Gianna waved her hand again.

"Get out, Home Secretary!"

Christopher looked at her with a gloomy face for a long time, bowed slightly, and said, "Yes, Queen Prodmore!" Then he walked straight out.

"Don't you take into account Kristoff's opinion? Something about Varian. The elven mage said suddenly.

"Do you have any suggestions?"

"Nope."

"I have a little suggestion." Gianna held out a finger and shook it. "I hope you don't always look like an elf, it reminds me of some arrogant guys." She was still more used to the way the advisor had been, the way they had first met.

"Lots of people, little girl." The elven mage's voice suddenly turned ---- a little old, and it shouldn't have come from that body. "Like right now, there's a lad peeping at you, let's see if he likes you a little."

A flash of shimmering blue swept through the room, and Gianna thought it was a hallucination, but the figure in the corner rejected the idea.

(To be continued.) )