Asking for trouble for yourself, this sentence describes Kael'thas at this moment. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Miss Loria's loud scream alerted the nearby guards, who sounded the alarm in the prison, and now, the originally scattered jailers began to gather together, ready to snipe the fleeing blood elves.

Humans are hard to deal with once they get together, and the real problem for the Blood Elves and Naga isn't the jailers in these prisons...... Some jailers left Violet Prison and went to a nearby barracks to call for help.

Now, they must race against time to escape, or they will be wiped out by the human army.

……

Loria ducked into a vacant cell, she cowered into a corner, and the guards who heard the noise didn't even look at her, they were busy extinguishing the flames of the corridor...... The flames of magic were hard to extinguish, and it wasn't until a priest arrived to disperse the magic that they were able to continue their pursuit.

She waited for a few minutes on the edge of the bar, and was about to leave the cage after making sure that the jailers were away, when a fellow who didn't even have a sword in his hand arrived.

"Hey, you."

Hearing Loria's shout, the jailer stopped and looked at her, perhaps remembering that the cell was supposed to be empty, and he became alert and slowly approached Loria.

"I have a cat in my eyes!"

As the jailer approached, Loria suddenly shouted loudly, and the other party unconsciously looked into her eyes.

Her crimson pupils, which had been a mirror of her surroundings, suddenly became deep and dull, as if to suck the soul of the peeping into it.

Loria's first awakened vampire magic, which I don't know whether to call hypnosis or enchantment, is far less sophisticated than atomization, and most of the time it can only make people lose a slight sense of space, let alone meet a strong-willed person...... Sometimes, however, there are unexpected effects.

"Is there a hidden exit, take me there?"

"Yes, miss."

…… Loria had only intended to weaken the jailer's perception a little so that she could knock him over and find a way to get out, but her unstable vampire magic had an unexpected effect.

"Wait, wait, take me to the place where the prisoner's personal belongings are stored first, be careful on the way, and avoid the others."

Loria crossed her arms and instructed the jailer, and as she was inside, her three pouches and long sticks were snatched...... Now that the Blood Elves were drawing attention to her, she felt that it would be best to distance herself from them and walk out slowly, just in time to retrieve what she had lost—and hopefully her moon cloth hadn't been taken.

"Yes, miss."

The jailer, whose eyes were blank and he was just listening to Loria's instructions, led the way, picking out some remote and difficult paths - it is impossible to know when Violet Prison was founded, but countless renovations over the centuries have transformed it into a labyrinthine place, full of secret passages and mechanisms of unknown purpose, and it is difficult to find the right route without someone familiar with the environment, even if there is a map.

Ten minutes later, Loria followed the jailer to a row of warehouses, and the people who were supposed to be on duty here were also led away by the blood elves, so Loria swaggered into the nearest warehouse, and at first glance saw what belonged to her—three small bags were placed on the outermost part of the sundries, and next to her long white stick.

Thinking that the guards at the prison were afraid to touch her things because of her 'penchant for using vicious curses', Loria checked everything a little: whether it was a moon cloth, a book of poems from Sylvanas, or a sewing needle from the Black Rabbit.

Loria looked up at the other things scattered around the warehouse, which seemed to be a museum of time, and the closer you got to the depths of the warehouse, the more old the things became...... In the deepest part, she seems to have seen ornamental patterns from the time of the Arathi Empire.

Maybe you'll find something good by rummaging around here?

The greedy thoughts were extinguished by Loria as soon as they sprung up, and all she had to do was get her things back, and there was no time to waste on treasure hunts - and who knew if their owners were still alive in a corner of the prison.

Ownerless things naturally belong to whoever picks them up, but private things should not be easily touched.

Today has a big harvest, but you can't be greedy anymore...... Thinking like this, Loria took out the relic of Antonidas from her jacket pocket again, raised her head to take a closer look, a small sapphire was inlaid on a piece of metal painted with incomprehensible runes, the craftsmanship was not very exquisite, but there was a refreshing feeling in her hand.

Although she didn't understand the value of the small pendant at all, it should be a good thing to think from the fact that it could summon the broken soul of Antonidas.

Putting the pendant back in her pocket, Loria picked up her stick and left the warehouse.

"Now take me to the exit of the prison."

……

Dalaran was immersed in an illusory optimism.

Gassus and his army succeeded in stopping the Scourge undead from counterattacking, and it seemed that the city, which had been largely destroyed, had finally found peace for a long time.

A few days ago, it seemed that a group of elves had escaped from Violet Prison, and at that time the streets were full of soldiers chasing elves, and people were not sure if the elves had finally managed to escape from Dalaran, and soon stopped caring about possible loopholes in the prison system.

They were constantly buoyed by the good news that General Gallisus was leading his army north to reclaim the capital of Lordaeron.

Some people didn't care much about whether Garissus would succeed, but once his army headed north, Dalaran would naturally be safer; More people are looking forward to him being able to ward off the scourge, after all, Dalaran is as ravaged by the undead as Lordaeron, and it seems that even borders are no longer important in the face of common enemies and threats.

Late at night, Tori was so drunk that there wasn't even a pedestrian on the street, and he walked into the alleyway with a vague step, trying to make a shortcut to return to the station.

The moon loomed among the clouds, and it seemed to be unusually cold tonight, and he shivered, and staggered forward with one foot deep and one shallow.

The red moon disappeared into the clouds, and he tripped over his own leg, perhaps a joke of fate, and the only silver coin left in his pocket fell to the ground, rolling straight forward, and by the faint moonlight, he staggered after the silver coin.

The silver coin stopped, and it was picked up from the ground by a petite figure.

"Just for this? I'm disappointed that your conscience is so cheap. ”

The delicate voice of a teenage girl reached Tori's ears.

The red moon shone brightly, illuminating the petite figure, and the red-eyed and pink-haired girl slowly walked towards Tori with a silver coin.

Before his alcohol-numbed brain could process the scene in front of him, he felt a sharp pain in his calf, as if his bones had been broken, and he could no longer stand and fell to his knees.