The weak maiden walked down the dark passage with a basket, where some of the soldiers were in charge of the guards, and when she approached, the soldiers got out of the way.

From her face to her body, it was black, burnt - skin that looked terrifying, and this was what the young girl Teresa looked like.

She was so ugly that almost everyone was laughing at her and turning away from her.

At a very young age, Teresa once had dreams of being a girl. But since she was disfigured by a man a few years ago, she had given up any illusions.

[I can't get married. 】

She almost certainly thinks so.

No one wanted to play with her, not even the owner of the Dunhold prison, who was disgusted with her ugliness.

That's called Dellas. Blackmore's human aristocrats hated seeing Teresa appear in front of him, but perhaps because Teresa's parents were servants who had been following Blackmore, he didn't kick Teresa out. Instead, she was put on another job - delivering food to an orc.

"Thrall."

Teresa walked down the dark aisle, and then opened the innermost room:

"It's time to eat."

She walked in and said to an orc child with a pen writing on the table.

The orc child was only about 10 years old, but he was very tall and muscular, half a head taller than Teresa.

"Teresa, are you here?"

The orc child, that is, Thrall, who once had a relationship with Kael'thas, is the prince of the Frostwolf Clan who has been left behind.

He heard Teresa's voice, put down his pen, and looked towards the door.

"Is it noon again?"

Sal asked, a little confused, he couldn't see the sun in this room, and his sense of time was very vague.

"Yes."

Teresa nodded, then took the basket and walked over to Thrall's side and placed food on the ground.

There was nothing in the room except for some dead grass in the corner for sleeping, plus an old table and chair for studying. If you want to eat, you have to sit on the ground and eat.

The tables and chairs used to learn knowledge, Sal said he didn't want to eat.

"I've been bothering you."

Thrall left the table, sat on the floor, and thanked him with his bread.

"No, you don't."

Teresa shook her head, a smile on her lips as she watched Sal eat his food politely.

"You wait."

Teresa spoke suddenly, then walked to the door, looked outside, closed the door, and walked back cautiously.

"Here, this."

She hurriedly took out some cheese from her body and handed it to Sal:

"Hurry up and finish it."

"Where did you get that?"

Thrall frowned:

"If the owner finds out, you'll be beaten."

Blackmore is very strict with Sal, and although he has people teach Sal all kinds of knowledge, he is also controlling his actions with food, so that Sal always knows who he is.

"You're going to train in the afternoon, how can you eat all this stuff?"

Teresa smiled:

"It's okay, these are the ones I found from the rest of the food, and they won't be found."

She said this often, but Sal knew Teresa was lying. This human girl always secretly helped him like this, and once she was found out and beaten so that she couldn't move for two days.

"Teresa, why are you so nice to me?"

Saar has always been puzzled by this:

"I am a slave, and my master says that my name also means slave, and slave is something that serves other people."

"But why are you being so nice to me?"

Teresa quickly shook her head.

"No, no, Sal"

"The meaning of the name itself is not important, what matters is the person of the name, Sal"

She reached out and carefully touched Sal's face:

"You are smarter, kinder, and stronger than anyone else, and you will definitely become a great person in the future."

"At that time, even if your name means slave, you will be loved by everyone."

That's what Teresa really thinks, she knows Thrall better than anyone else here.

Thrall's eyes are smart and gentle, and he is the only one who doesn't look at Teresa with strange eyes.

After Teresa was disfigured, even her parents always looked at her with sad eyes, which made Teresa very sad. Not to mention the rest, for years, Teresa has been accompanied only by abuse and abuse.

Only Sal will not be like this.

[Obviously so smart and kind]

Unlike Teresa, Sal is very intelligent. Taught by Blackmore, he was more knowledgeable than many adults, and was the smartest person Teresa had ever met.

And Thrall is also the strongest, he has been training since he was 6 or 7 years old, and is now able to kill some adult trolls.

Just because he is an orc, everyone looks down on him.

[Just like me.] 】

Teresa feels like Sal, so she is precious to Sal, and she wants Sal to be the greatest person she can be.

This feeling has nothing to do with race, and Teresa hasn't met other orcs, so her bad feelings for them aren't very real. But she has been abused and bullied by human beings themselves, and even if she does not hate human beings, she will have a certain understanding of the nature of this world.

Love and hatred are right and wrong that originate from the good and evil of the individual, and there is no racial distinction.

"Teresa, you're a lot like a person."

Sal then ate the cheese and said.

"Who?"

Teresa was a little curious.

"A very beautiful person, you are as beautiful as he is."

Sal didn't know how to describe the elf he had met, so he had to explain it like this.

"And what you gave me was as delicious as the one he gave me."

He then smiled, a glint in the depths of his eyes.

Teresa felt a little hot on her face.

She liked Sal's eyes the most.

Those eyes are more intoxicating than any Prince Charming.

Teresa did it, and quietly watched Sal eat.

Thrall was wearing a simple tattered cloth garment covered in patches, and Teresa found a small opening through which the scarred skin could be seen.

"Your clothes are leaking again, take them off."

Teresa finished distressedly, and then took out the needle and thread from the pouch she was carrying.

All the patches on this dress were sewn by herself.

"I've been careful, how can there still be."

Thrall frowned:

"Teresa, no, I still have to train in the afternoon."

His training was a real-life gladiatorial arena fight, and his clothes would inevitably break, and Thrall didn't want to ask Teresa for help every time.

"No, if you don't sew it well, it will get bigger and bigger."

However, Teresa didn't let him go and began to take the initiative.

"Don't, don't"

Thrall couldn't stand this trick the most, and hurriedly stood up, took off his outer clothes and handed them to Teresa.

"Right away."

Teresa smiled, took her clothes, and lowered her head to work.

Her pitch-black and terrifying hands are as dexterous as a squirrel, an ability that requires countless training.

Thrall sat down, shoved the last loaf of bread into his mouth, and looked at Teresa intently.

This is currently the closest orc and human in the world.

These two individuals have nothing to do with the war outside, and live in harmony according to their own understanding and attitude.

"Is her fate unchangeable?"

"No, her fate has changed."

In the distant and mysterious river of time, the bronze dragon king, Nozdorm, the guardian of time, looked at the scene in front of him and muttered softly.

On other historical lines, a fate that could never be changed was easily changed on this historical line.

What a joy it is!

Moreover, this change is still ongoing, from the individual to the world, and within this historical line, the world is moving further and further down a new path.

Nozdorm loves the feeling, the feeling of the healthy development of the world.

In this timeline, the timekeeper Nozdorm will not fall, the Eternal Dragons will not be born, and history will not be disturbed. And if the Eternal Dragons from other timelines came over, Nozdorm would be sure to repel them.

He is the strongest in this historical line.

No, it's not just him, it's other dragons as well

"That little guy, has he already entered another scene?"

Nozdom turned around and looked inside the Twilight Heights, where the elven party was gradually entering the orc's trap.

This is a new play, a play that the dragons also have to participate in.

"Shall I go to the event?"

Nozdorm muttered, but after thinking about it for a while, he decided not to go.

"It's too early, it's too dangerous"

For the sake of the correct development of history, it is better for him and the High Elf prince not to meet lightly now, just as the elf and his mother did, and when they meet, it is easy for him to know and recall something that he should not know.

Now, it's not the time

Therefore, it will be a while before Nozdorm appears.

But he still has to help in this scene, because there are also things in this scene that he and the other dragon kings have to want.

At the very least, Nozdorm would have stayed aside to accept the thing.

"So, let me move my body and inform those old guys."

Nozdorm made up his mind, and with a light flap of his wings, he leaped out of the river of time and reached an icy land.

This is the Arctic Land of Azeroth - the Continent of Glaciers: Northrend, a vast glacial snowfield, all white by the Polar Eye, and it is also the place where the most dragons live.

Northrend was Nozdorm's first destination, and the first thing he had to see was the Blue Dragon King, and then he would go to the rest of the place to inform the other Dragon Kings.

Yes, all dragon kings except the Red Dragon Queen.

And Deathwing, on the other hand, is no longer considered a fellow citizen by Nozdorm.

You won't succeed, Nesario. 】

(To be continued)