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The Hippogriff flew over Dalaran with Sylvanas and Funaku. Fuhang noticed the gray-black color of the northwest sky, which was pressing towards the purple sky of Dalaran.

The Scourgeon Legion still came, and a smell of decay began to appear in the air, and Fu Hang coughed lightly, a little uncomfortable.

Sylvanas sat down on the Hippogriff and reminded Fuhang, "Look, there's a group of mages coming out of Dalaran, it seems to be Gianna. ”

Fu Hang leaned down, peeking his head out of the back of the horned eagle beast, and exclaimed, "It's really Gianna, it seems that Antonidas completely expected it, I blame him." ”

Sylvanas cut off disdainfully, "Are you saying that Antonidas had long expected that the Scourge would break through Dalaran sooner or later, and he let Gianna go to preserve his strength?" ”

"It should be so, didn't you see Gianna's movements as she left? She looked back countless times, at her mentor and at the Magic Kingdom. Fuhang explained.

"You humans are trouble, and you have to be heroes when the army overwhelms the realm. It's ridiculous to withdraw some mages to retain their power, while the rest will live and die with Dalaran! Sylvanas said.

"That's what humans are, they have what they want."

Sylvanas didn't continue to pay attention to Fu Hang, she looked at the place where the Scourge Legion had attacked, and a sense of sadness surged up from the bottom of her heart, where was the direction of Silvermoon City after all.

Suddenly, the position of the Horned Hippogriff continued to rise, and a powerful magical force lifted the Horned Hippogriff to a higher place. Sylvanas took control of the spirit, took a detour, and withdrew the magical power.

It wasn't until Spirit stopped flapping its wings that Fuhang and Sylvanas noticed that Dalaran was shrouded in a powerful magical shield.

A large hemispherical magic shield shrouded the sky above the kingdom of Dalaran, and from a distance, it looked like an impregnable magical barrier.

The walls of the magic shield were constantly surging with magical energy, and a faint cloud in the sky gently touched the magic wall, and the magical energy on the wall was like a calm lake, with a circle of ripples.

"It's beautiful, but it's a pity." Fuhang listened to Medivan's advice and prepared to travel to Kalimton, the western continent of the Eastern Kingdom.

"Queen, we're going to the Eastern Kingdoms next, are you familiar with Malfurion?"

Sylvanas said coldly, "Night Elves, the elves who exiled us to the Eastern Kingdoms? ”

"Oh, yes." Fuhang was slightly embarrassed, and this brought up the hatred between the High Elves and the Night Elves again. Six thousand eight hundred years ago, the High Elves were banished by the Council of Cenarion due to their enchantment with the power of the Well of Eternity, and Darthrema Sunstrider, as the leader of the High Elves, agreed to accept the Council's banishment with his fellow Arcane Seekers and came to the Eastern Kingdom, where he founded Quel'Thalas.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Sylvanas asked, a little annoyed.

Fu Hang frowned, and there was a fierce competition of ideas in his mind. Do you want to tell Sylvanas what he really thinks, Fuhang interrogated himself.

"If you say it or not, if you don't say it, I'll throw you down, and you won't have any use value anyway!" Sylvanas threatened.

"Wait, Queen, I say. I want to go to Malfurion and help him fight the Burning Legion. Fuhang hugged the spirit tightly and buried his head in the spirit's feathers, for fear that Sylvanas would really throw him down.

"Giggles" Sylvanas laughed, laughing wildly. Fuhang hurriedly twisted his buttocks, trying to feel if he was dreaming, what a miraculous thing the queen laughed, did I worship God yesterday?

Fu Hang still did not let his guard down, still holding the spirit, and asked, "Your Excellency, you are so beautiful when you smile." ”

Sylvanas' face turned, and his expression returned from the sun of Pandaria to the frost of Northrend. But Sylvanas's tone hadn't changed in time, and he said with a little coquettishness, "I want you to compliment me." ”

It's over, it's over, my heart is crisp. For the first time, Fuhang felt the feminine aura of his queen. With this sentence, I will be your servant for the rest of my life, and I will be a cow and a horse for you, and I will think about it without any backbone. In fact, Fuhang's ambition is not here, as a normal man, he also has a tenacious heart like a wolf but dares to take responsibility.

Queen, I must save you and protect your life. Fuhang secretly made up his mind.

Sylvanas also realized that she was wrong, and hurriedly changed the subject, and continued to say to Fuhang, "Burning Legion, just you? Save it, I don't want to die with you. ”

Fuhang would never tell the Queen what he really thought, his idea was to find Grand Druid Malfurion Fury and ask him if he had a way to turn Sylvanas back into a Windrunner. That's a story for later, and I'll get to that later.

"What's the matter, you don't believe me?" Fuhang said with the method of agitation.

"Put away your little cleverness. The agitation method is useless for me! Sylvanas saw through Fuhang's flowery intestines at a glance.

However, Sylvanas seemed to have something on her mind, and she glanced in the direction of the Scourge Legion, and a look of pain crept up her face, but she didn't let Fuhang notice. Sylvanas disguised her look with long gray bangs.

"Although I don't believe you, I still agree to go to the Western Continent, I want to see what you can do, I hope I don't come for nothing like Dalaran and his party!" Sylvanas said sarcastically.

Although Fuhang's little trick was recognized, the result was good. He carefully let go of the spirit and sat up cautiously.

The Queen seemed to see his movements, and a smile in her heart replaced hers. For the first time, she saw and felt that this young servant was quite cute.

The rest of the journey will depend on the spirit, and Fu Hang has slept like a dead pig on the back of the spirit. Sylvanas was still not asleep in the moonlight, not because Sylvanas was not sleepy, but because she was afraid, she was afraid of dreams, and she was also an elf, not a god.

In the depths of her heart, there is also a weakness.

The Windranger took off her hood and let the moonlight fall on her shoulders, her waterfall-like hair fluttering across the black night sky and melting into the depths of the night.