Surrounded by mountains, Hinterland is a paradise set against a soft and comfortable climate and plenty of fantastic natural landscapes.

After Lordaeron's meeting, Kael'thas was in a hurry to return to Quel'Thalas, but in the end he decided to come to Hinterland to settle some things first.

Once again, he took on the griffin army of the Hammer Dwarven Lords, and after accepting the invitation of the dwarves in Eagle's Nest, he arrived at Sinsaro with some elves.

"We haven't seen each other for a year."

Standing at the top of Sinsaro's ruling center, Kael'thas smiled at the troll.

"Yes, Your Highness."

As the leader of the Hinterland trolls, Saliel knelt down in front of Kael'thas and didn't dare to look up at him.

Of course, this is not only because of the difference in status between the two, but also because of the victory of the alliance war.

The horde has been defeated, and the trolls, who are orc vassals, are hiding, and Zujin may no longer be able to make waves.

It can be said that there is only one true leader in the troll world right now, and that is Sariel.

She controls the largest group of trolls.

[This is all given by His Highness.] 】

Sarryl thought a little feverishly, and Kael'thas once again proved his ability, and Sariel did not choose the wrong direction.

Or for this female troll, there is one more important thing that is the growth of Kael'thas.

An adult elf, his appearance is obviously more majestic than his juvenile form.

"You've done really well for over a year, Sariel."

Kael'thas looked at Sarryle with appreciative eyes.

During the year of the war, there was hardly any turmoil in Hinterland, thanks to Sariel.

Her wrists grew stronger with time.

"You, like the other elves, are my subordinates, and I will not forget your credit."

Kael'thas turned, and Lotherma immediately handed over a scroll.

"We won the battle, and although unfortunately we didn't catch Zukin, we got something interesting."

The scroll was something from some trolls that was caught in Stormwind, and knowing that Kael'thas had a group of trolls, the Alliance gave the loot to Kael'thas.

There are many trolls in the scroll who study the animal gods, which seem to be of little use to other races, but they are important to trolls.

"These things must be fully due to you."

Kael'thas made Saril stand up, then handed her the scroll.

"When I get back to Quel'Thalas, I'll get a few elven mages over and pass on more to you."

He continued, shocking Saryl.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, how can this be?"

The female troll bowed her head in some trepidation and tried to refuse.

"No, it's a must."

Kael'thas interrupted her with a smile:

"Don't worry, just study with confidence."

It's not a big deal, and it's not something classified.

In the past, the High Elves could teach human magic, but now they can also teach it to trolls, and in fact there are already some mages among the trolls.

"You're too weak."

Then, Kael'thas explained why:

"As the leader of the trolls, great power is also necessary, and I don't want to see you killed."

That's Sariel's biggest problem right now.

She's a very loyal troll, and it's hard to find a second person who is so loyal and intelligent, but she's just too weak.

"Yes"

Sariel immediately understood, and nodded a little ashamedly:

"Then I'll study hard."

She made a promise.

And now is the time, after years of domination and the defeat of the trolls from the outside, the trolls of Hinterland are now completely quiet.

Sariel could control them more easily, and she was able to squeeze in time to build her strength.

Later, after a brief confession, Kael'thas left Cynçaro and returned to the High Elves' abode, the town of Queldani.

Over the years, the town seems to have become much more lively, and you can see not only the High Elves, but also the presence of some Hammer Dwarves and Troll Traders.

Of course, there are only a few trolls, and the look here is quite reserved.

[This is a good omen.] 】

Kael'thas thought to himself when he saw such a scene.

He thought that sooner or later, the trolls under his control would be able to become friendly with the High Elves.

After arriving at the command post in the small town of Queldani, Kael'thas heard a miserable wail before he could enter.

His doubts had just risen, and the figure who had rushed out told him the answer.

Passaren ran out nervously with a look of fire on his ass, and he was followed by Onexia.

Kael'thas instantly understood the reason and couldn't help but be a little amused.

"Passaren."

He spoke up, and that's when Passaren noticed his arrival.

"Your Highness, Your Highness!"

Passarein looked overjoyed, and hurriedly extinguished the flame with a spank, and then ran to Kael'thas:

"Please let that black dragon stop attacking me."

He begged like he had seen a savior.

Because of the embarrassment of Onexia's identity, Kael'thas didn't want to take her to Lordaeron to make trouble, but he couldn't let her go back to Quel'Salas with Solan Lian and the others, and the hiding was arranged to Hinterland in advance.

After the unsealed black dragon princess returned to Hinterland, she began to abuse Passarena.

These days have abused Passarein badly.

"Onexia, you've had enough, too."

Seeing Passareen's panicked look, Kael'thas smiled and persuaded Onexia:

"Just don't keep playing."

His words seemed to work, and Onexia pouted disdainfully at Passaren, and then obediently touched Kael'thas side.

"Little one, you're going to take me to Quel'Thalas?"

She asked.

"Well, with me, you'll be fine."

Kael'thas looked at her and said with a smile:

"I think you're going to love our kingdom."

He also believed that the elves would identify with the black dragon princess.

"I just hope that your father doesn't hate me."

Onexia looked a little nervous.

"I don't think so."

Kael'thas comforted her:

"As long as you get along, I think my father will accept you."

He didn't think much about it, and thought that Onexia was worried that the Black Dragon Princess would not be recognized by the Elf King.

But Sylvanas, on the other hand, was the opposite of Kael'thas, staring at Onexia with very cold eyes behind him.

"Go in first."

Kael'thas entered the command post with a few elves, but to his surprise, he was greeted by a field full of mechanical products.

"This is an airplane?"

He felt that the pieces were somewhat familiar, and as he looked at them, he found two disassembled wings.

"You dismantled it?"

Kael'thas looked at Passaren in some surprise.

"No, Your Highness is not it, but them."

Passaren replied with a smile:

"I dismantled all the planes you sent here."

He apparently didn't take it seriously.

A few days ago, Kael'thas had brought three planes and some mechanical items from the gnomes and sent them here, and Passaren immediately began researching them.

"What about the results?"

Kael'thas asked, confused, not believing that Passaren would easily disassemble these things without being sure.

"The result?"

Passaren raised an eyebrow:

"The result is that I can make a large number of these planes at any time if His Highness needs them."

Kael'thas was taken aback.

"But, Your Highness"

However, before he could say anything, Passarena added:

"I don't think these planes mean anything to us."

Kael'thas frowned:

"How?"

In any case, airplanes are a very convenient thing, and they should not be useless to the High Elves.

"It seems that His Highness is not very familiar with our Dragon Eagle troops."

Passarein gave Kael'thas a strange look, then explained:

"This kind of flying machine needs to be done by hand, and it is not flexible enough, and it cannot be compared with the dragon eagle."

"Everything it can do, Long Ying can do, and Long Ying is more dexterous and intelligent."

Some dragon eagles defend their masters and attack on their own, but Passaren doesn't feel the need to say it.

All he had to do was make Kael'thas understand that the Dragon Eagle was something better than an airplane.

This world is like this, the speed of the plane is not much different from the air mount, and it is cumbersome, except for the dwarf race, the other races are not very interested.

Kael'thas felt some regret.

"But it should be used for something else, right?"

He then asked, unrelentingly.

"I don't know"

Passaren Stalls:

"But I've mastered this technique, and I may be able to use it in future research."

This means that it is of little use to current research.

For something that is handy, it does just that.

Kael'thas quickly decided not to care about it, and he set up a meeting with Tibroth at the command post after dinner.

As the night darkened, Quel'Salas' ship arrived.

Kael'thas took Sylvanas with a few men, as well as a black dragon, and headed for Quel'Salas at night.

That night, none of them fell asleep, quietly watching the moon on the deck.

"Little One"

"Huh?"

"I'll have to follow you in the future"

It was also the first time that Kael'thas had heard the words of the Black Dragon Princess who was a little lonely.

"You're going to love Quel'Thalas, and I'm not going to let you get hurt."

He smiled faintly, then assured.

Onexia's fate was changed by him, and Kael'thas knew that, and he wouldn't leave the black dragon princess alone.

He wants to live happily and vows not to abandon anyone who is worth cherishing.

(To be continued)