Hahn rubbed his bar, which was bustling with joy as they talked about the imminent trial of the cursed prince Arthas. The murder of the old master of Theramore by the orcs put the already fragile alliance in jeopardy, and the shipping became bleak for a while. This has also led to an increase in the number of people coming to the bar to spend time, and several of them are regular customers whom he knows. One of them was a merchant from the Eastern Kingdoms, one was a soldier from Theramore, and one was a paladin, but he had no intention of following the teachings of the Light and was an old drunkard.

The paladin's name was Cole, who had originally belonged to the Order of the Silver Hand, but later chose to leave Lordaeron with Lady Pradmore. In his heart, he thought that he still belonged to Lordaeron, and that he had followed Gianna here just so that his family could survive. Cole didn't feel good about hearing that his former prince was about to be judged.

"Squeak"

The old wooden door of the bar was pushed open, and a male elf with long silver hair entered. He walked over to the bar and sat down on his own, and the argument stopped abruptly. You must know that the High Elves generally don't visit this kind of small bar, they are all arrogant races and never come to such a dirty place, and this new elf has become the focus for a while.

"What do you need, sir?" Hahn asked the silver-haired male elf as he put down the wine glass he was wiping.

"Is there daylight aging? Give me a drink. The silver-haired elf kept his brow furrowed as if he was thinking about something, and his attention was completely unfocused.

"I'm sorry sir, but there is no connecting route between Theramore and Silvermoon City, and this wine from the High Elves has not been seen in a long time. But I recommend you try the boar spirits of the North Estate, the beast-made ・・・・・・," Hahn babbled and pitched, knowing that elves were rich lords.

"Don't be too strong, just pour me a glass." The silver-haired male elf said as he dropped a gold coin on the bar as he rubbed his forehead with his hand.

"Then try this brandy, it was just shipped from Stormwind some time ago, and the stuffed with wild blueberries should be more to your taste." Hahn took the gold coin into his arms and smiled, the corners of his mouth almost cracking to the base of his ears. He quickly took out the most expensive wine from the wine cabinet and poured it for the silver-haired elf. However, even if he could buy a silver coin for the most expensive liquor here, the other drinkers in the bar couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh that old Hahn was so lucky today.

"Give me another glass of whiskey." At this moment, the stumbling paladin Cole walked to the bar and sat down, his eyes foggy and full of alcohol.

"I think you'd better not drink, you owe me money for wine for several days, and I said when will you pay for my wine?" Hahn looked at Cole with some annoyance in his eyes, it was really unpleasant for a noble paladin to become like this.

"Smack" The paladin seemed to be a little angry, and directly unsheathed his sword and slapped it on the bar.

"Why do you want to rob? It's not far from the garrison department..." Hahn was a little weaker, after all, he was just an ordinary person, although he knew martial arts, but he didn't think he could beat a knight, although he was a drunken knight. There was a burst of laughter in the bar, and no one came up to persuade him to watch the excitement.

"This... for you, as wine money." Cole burped, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he shook his head from time to time.

Hahn breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the sword and looked at it, but quickly put it down again, he looked at Cole and couldn't help but say, "Your broken sword is so narrow that it will probably break when touched, and thieves won't use it." I'm keeping it for me? ”

"This sword of mine was forged by the High Elves, and it is a divine weapon that sharpens iron like clay, I swear. Only you, the visionless bastard, can't see it. Hahn said that his sword was bad, and Cole jumped up as if he had been insulted, pointing at Hahn's nose and scolding.

"Cole, we don't see it either..."

"That's because you don't have a vision..." Cole gritted his teeth, clearly upset by the ridicule. He picked up the sword from the bar and swung it twice.

"You want to sell this sword?" Cole staggered as he was about to leave, when a voice called out to him. It was the silver-haired elf who had entered the bar earlier.

"You want? My sword isn't cheap, at least ten gold・・・・・・" Cole said, showing off his sword. This sword is one meter long and two fingers wide at the blade, which is neither like a one-handed sword nor a two-handed sword, and is somewhat nondescript.

"Smack" The silver-haired elf threw a money bag directly at Cole, and Cole's unfinished words were interrupted for a moment. He weighed the money bag very heavy, definitely more than thirty gold coins. "It's yours now." No more than to see Cole toss his sword to the silver-haired elf, and walked out of the bar with a happy face.

"This gentleman, let me say, you have a big loss of that kind of sword, you can buy one for two gold coins, why are you paying so much money for him." Old Hahn's face was full of gravity, but it was as if the money taken out by the silver-haired elf was his own.

"Thank you for the wine." The silver-haired elf shook his head and said nothing, turned around with his sword in his hand and walked out of the bar. This little story didn't stop the drinkers from continuing to gossip about their topic, and Old Hahn continued to wipe down his bar and barware. The silver-haired elf who walked out of the bar slowly disappeared into the alley.

Breeze Floating Moon Shadow stood on the top of the hill and looked out over Firas, the same elf who had appeared in the tavern earlier. Still holding the long sword in exchange for a bag of gold coins in his hand, he retracted his thoughts for a long time and focused on the sword in his hand.

"Fate, is there such a thing?" Moon Shadow muttered to himself, vaguely remembering that the first epic weapon he got when he played Warcraft was the sword in his hand, "Destiny". Who would have thought that after so long, he would encounter this sword again in this world, could it really be fate? None of this is known.

Life is just an empty dream, maybe everything is just a dream, and the day you wake up from the dream is the end.

Slightly smiling, Moon Shadow waved and put away the long sword, this sword didn't have much effect on him now, and he bought it just to remember. He's back in Filas unlike the last time, it's already full of ogres left over from the orc invasion, as well as some gnolls and the obnoxious harpy. About them Brian says that they are descendants of Avina, but there is a legend that they are fallen female elves. Derived from the Night Elves, legend has it that a group of female Night Elves were cursed to become Bird-Fleshed Witches due to their disobedience to Queen Eshara's orders.

This all happened before the Well of Eternity exploded, which is why they could be found outside of Kalimdor. They have 2 reproductive abilities, they can lay unconceived eggs, hatch clones of their mothers, or capture males of other races to mate with (mostly humans, elves, they don't seem to be interested in minotaurs and trolls), after which they are killed for food for her and her offspring. Probably a cursed relationship, they do not produce male offspring.

However, these claims are not true, at least Moon Shadow hadn't heard of Azhara doing this 10,000 years ago. As for whether they were Avina's heirs, Moon Shadow didn't know very well, but the few harpy banshees who came to harass him were all cut in half by him with a sword, and he didn't say anything about it.

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