As soon as the sky turned white, Sylvanas woke up from her sleep. Although she slept very sweetly this night, for some reason, looking at the dawn outside the window, her heart was filled with a sense of loss.

Glancing at the little moon who was still sleeping next to her, she got out of bed cautiously, and pushed the door out before she had time to tidy up.

Creak~

With a soft thud, Sylvanas, with a sense of unease and expectation, pushed open the door to the next room.

The empty room, not the slightest bit of life. The neat bed has no signs of use, and the temperature on it is cold to the heart.

With a sigh, Sylvanas shook his head silently, and then quickly revealed a wry smile of self-deprecation.

As a Ranger General, she knows very well what it means to be involuntarily. In the past, although she had less time with that guy and more separation, she was relieved to hear that he had caused earth-shaking trouble in all corners of the Eastern Continent.

But after yesterday, there was some slight shift in her mindset. Like a cat that has tasted fish, she is no longer satisfied with the status quo, she craves more.

Glancing over the room, Sylvanas quickly focused her attention on the half-hidden window. Walking forward, she reached out and gently touched the position of the windowsill.

Compared to the sides, there is significantly less dust in the middle position.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and Sylvanas slowly pushed open the window, his sharp gaze as if he could see through the hazy morning mist to see Lanloth's 'escape' route.

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"Yo roar! Raise the sails and sail together. The spirits in the bottle are in the intestines, and the road ahead is singing and breaking the waves......"

The loud singing voice cleaving the waves on the misty ocean, combined with the endless murmuring waves, actually adds a lot of color to this boring journey.

Of course, for the dwarf on the deck, holding a liquor in one hand and a telescope in the other, there was nothing boring about the journey.

His name is Brian Copperbeard, a surname that's hard to ignore. Of course, this is not to say that the beard on his face is so thick that it almost covers his chest. The Copperbeard Clan is the owner of Ironforge, and Brian is the third son of the previous prince of Ironforge, Madolan Copperbeard.

Unlike the other two princes, Brian is not interested in politics or war, and is more interested in exploring the strange unknown.

Especially under the impact of the orc war, Brian's enthusiasm soared to the extreme. To this end, he organized like-minded partners over the years and founded the Explorers Association. In recent years, they have explored almost all kinds of remote and strange corners of the eastern continent.

But that didn't satisfy their curiosity.

Thanks to the wealth gained through archaeology, the growing Society of Explorers has finally embarked on a journey to the New World.

For them, who had just experienced the war, the place where they raised such a powerful and mysterious creature as the dragon was naturally full of temptation.

Yes, the first stop on this journey is Northrend.

Of course, the Explorers' Guild is not a bunch of reckless men who only know the unknown dangers of plunging into the unknown, and those who have sacrificed their lives on the way forward have given them enough warning. This time, they just had a brief look at the human geography of Northrend to lay the groundwork for a comprehensive exploration in the future.

From the beginning of the expedition to the time the flight docked at the port of Quel'Thalas, everything seemed to be going well. It wasn't until before departure, when the mysterious passenger boarded the ship, that Brian's keen perception immediately smelled something unusual from him.

Driven by intense curiosity, the dwarf could no longer suppress his desire to explore the unknown, grabbed his messy beard and tidied up, and immediately walked off the deck.

Compared to the bustle outside, the room in the corner of the cabin was extraordinarily quiet.

Brian arrived at the door with a bottle of craft ale from Danmorrow, and his face was full of surprise. It's like passing through a transparent water curtain that blocks all sounds, and the noise and laughter and scolding in my ears are all gone, so quiet that even my heartbeat and breathing sound seem so clear.

Creak.

Before the dwarf could savor it, the door in front of him opened automatically. Looking at the crack in the hidden door, Brian, who has many years of experience in traveling the mainland, inexplicably felt a little nervous.

However, this feeling was quickly forgotten by the dwarf: "Hey, elf brother, you haven't been out of the room for days, and these Danmoro specialties are about to be wasted by those boys." I'll bring some to you, and you can evaluate it to see how it tastes. ”

As the dwarf pushed the door open, a simply decorated room appeared in front of him, along with its owner.

With neat beds and drab wooden walls, at first glance I thought it was a prison cell. The only thing that was a little angry was the messy desk. It is filled with all kinds of strange plant rhizomes and crystals and powders of different colors.

And the elf in the black robe, holding a lantern that constantly flickered in one hand, and a branch in the other, carefully carved something on the table.

Hearing the dwarf's enthusiastic call, the elf naturally put down his work: "You're too polite, Brian, and I'm not a regular drinker. ”

That being said, the elf took the bottle and pulled it out of his bosom with such skill that the dwarves didn't even know how to answer.

"Ahem, then again, don't you stay in your room all day and get too bored?" Looking at the elf's bold drinking action, Brian finally held back the pain and didn't complain, and then looked around with no restlessness in his eyes.

The elven mage didn't seem to notice the dwarf's thoughts, and while feeling the hot alcohol sliding down his throat, he replied in a much higher-pitched voice: "Not really, good patience is the basic quality of a spellcaster." ”

"If there were one or two spellcasters like you in my association, Dan Moro wouldn't have fallen so quickly. ”

Although it was a compliment, Brian, as one of the heirs of the royal family, still made Lanlos can't help but snicker.

Yes, this person is Lan who has just 'absconded in fear of crime'. One early morning a few days ago, Lanlos left Quel'Salas without saying goodbye. As for Sylvanas, neither of them is the kind of ordinary ordinary people, they have too many worries and responsibilities.

Although it was inevitable to be a little surprised to find that it was Brian Copperbeard who personally led the team when he got on the ship, Lanlos, who had gone through so many ups and downs and achieved the legend, was even calmer than he expected.

He didn't deliberately get closer, and in the past few days since he left Hong Kong, he has been stuffed in his cabin specializing in arcane arts, and studying the next way to arrive in Northrend.

But even so, Brian took the initiative to come to him. This is where strength and prestige come into play. In the battle with the orcs back then, the name Lanlos could be said to have spread throughout the entire Eastern Continent.

"That's all in the past. The modest elf waved his hand indifferently.

"Yes, it's all in the past, and now the orcs are raised in vain under the care of the Alliance. "The thought of the establishment of the shelter makes it difficult for even the dwarves, who have always been tolerant and generous, to let go.

After all, the crimes committed by the Horde in Danmoro in the first place are so unforgettable. The blood spilled by the dwarves has stained the snow-capped mountains near Ironforge several times.

In the face of Brian's resentment, Lanlos only smiled slightly, and did not stop at the sensitive political issue.

"Speaking of which, why didn't you Explorers Guild choose Kalimdor compared to a place like Northrend, which is full of unknown dangers?"

"A lot of people have asked this question. Brian smiled happily, his bushy beard couldn't hide the pride on his face, "Every time this happens, I ask them to recite the name of our association." ”

Hearing this, Lan Los understood.

Also, since they are all named explorers, the more exciting they are, the more they are worthy of this dwarf's appetite.

"I don't think you're an idle lord, why don't you join us and let us conquer all the fog of this land together?"

Lan Luos's expression was slightly bitter: "This is looking up to me, my biggest dream is to eat and wait for death." ”

"I'm afraid to go to Northrend alone is only 'waiting for death', right?" Seeing that the topic gradually approached his curiosity, Brian's small eyes hidden under his dark skin became brighter and brighter.

"At least it's empty enough for no one to bother, and no one will be willing to snoop on my every move, right?"

Who is Lan Luos? How could such a human spirit who must be compared with the baht be caught in his way?

"Ahaha, it seems that we do have a lot of similarities. Despite his own careful thinking, Brian was not embarrassed at all. After all, after many years of wandering, this well-traveled dwarf is, in a way, much more sleek than his two lord brothers.

"I can pat my chest and assure you that as long as you have this idea, the Explorers Guild will always have a place for you. ”

The sophistication of this seemingly honest dwarf surprised Lanlos slightly, but he was soon relieved. The status of a dwarven prince is not easy to use outside, and Brian can establish and grow the Explorers Guild along the way, so he naturally has his own unique skills.

"If you say that, I'll take it seriously. Unable to resist the dwarf's enthusiasm, Lanlos hurriedly sneered, "After all, when I get to Northrend, I still have to rely on you." ”

"Don't dare to say anything else, eat and drink enough. Laughing, Brian raised his glass.

After a few simple greetings, the dwarf who couldn't pry open the elf's mouth could only silently glance at the lantern with a slightly regretful look, and then quickly left.

As for Lan Luos, the smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly changed after watching the other party walk away.

As he picked up the Nagfar lantern, a hair-pounding aura of death quickly spread.

Brian's instincts were right, and when Lanlos got on the boat, he didn't think about Ansheng.

The elf walked slowly to the window, looking at the mist that had not dispersed on the sea, and the smile on his face became more and more strange.

"Be careful, be careful...... "Humming an unknown tune, the elf poured the sweet ale from the cup into the ocean. I don't know if it's an illusion, but as the ghostly light on the lantern flickered, the fog on the sea seemed to be thicker.

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