Lying on the weeds, Dugal bites on a piece of grass and roots, holds his head in his hands, and hums an unknown little tune in his mouth, full of indescribable leisure.

Although he was not a dignitary, due to the ruins of Stormwind after the Orc War, he was promoted to the rank of Administrator as a civilian breeder who had fed griffons for several years. You must know that the griffin is in the hands of human countries, and it is a strategic reserve that cannot be bought with money.

Although he is only responsible for managing the air navigation of ordinary people, due to the extreme scarcity of flights, many passengers who try to cut the queue are indispensable to give him benefits.

In the years since Stormwind was rebuilt, Dugal's life has grown more and more nourishing.

What's so difficult about being in charge of serving the griffons that come and go every day?

Dugal, who was fantasizing about himself slowly reaching the pinnacle of his life as he was accustomed to in the past, was smiling, and when he was about to scream loudly, the griffin next to him who was taking a nap on the nest suddenly raised his head and screamed towards the sky before him.

The fierce chirping of the birds of prey was mixed with a thick panic, and one of them was so careless that Dugal fell from the grass.

Before he could even get back to his feet, a cold wind rushed past the tip of his nose. Raising his gaze, the leisurely griffin administrator suddenly stared at him and remained motionless, as if he had been petrified on the spot.

Chirp!

A loud wail pierced the silence of the morning, waking a large number of Stormwind residents from their dreams. A dull bang on the city walls followed.

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Dugar sat down on the ground, looking at everything around him with a blank expression. It was as if it had just been looted by a tornado, weeds and fodder were scattered all over the place, and all kinds of tools fell into it like relics. What was especially strange was that a thin layer of cold ice almost swallowed everything around him, and scattered ice and snow mixed with feathers fell from his eyes, making him unable to concentrate for a long time.

The smoke and dust quickly cleared, exposing the culprit of the tragedy in front of Dugal, and at the same time, the griffons, who had just been frightened, looked nervous, and their originally soft and warm feathers stood up, and they instinctively sensed the bad breath of the comer.

"Ahem, I said girl, you're too ruthless, right?"

The tall man's reproachful and helpless voice was calm and elegant, which made the griffin administrator stunned, and then quietly lowered the sentry in his hand.

"It's not all your fault!" the other voice was distinctly different, her clear and graceful voice was so rapid that it couldn't hide the anger and panic in it.

"Yes, I'm sorry. Gianna shook off the shameless wicked man, walked to the administrator with a wide robe, and after glancing at the mess around her, bowed her head in shame, "I will make amends." ”

Although everything was caused by Lanlos, after all, it was his own hand, Gianna did not evade responsibility, but cared about the victim as soon as possible. Despite the fact that the other side is only a civilian.

Seeing that the girl sincerely bowed to the administrator and apologized, Lanlos quickly retracted the joke on his face. Azeroth admires the feudal dynastic system that attaches great importance to class identity, as a princess of a high country, but can apologize to a commoner without the slightest burden, just for the aspect of cultivation and quality, Gianna dumped him Ranros eighteen streets.

"No, no, I didn't notice your visit, Lady Gianna, yes, it's my fault......" Seeing this woman's face, Dugar trembled, especially when he saw the other party bending down behind him, he didn't want to kneel down directly. Over the years of rebuilding Stormwind City, Kurtilas has given a lot of financial and human support, and Gianna is a princess, so she has naturally become familiar with Stormwind City.

Although the girl was born noble, perhaps because of her father's subtle influence, she did not develop those squirming habits. Thinking about it, even though the outside world has long regarded Kul Tiras as an independent kingdom, Daylin Prodmore still considers himself an admiral. How is it possible to raise a fanatical and paranoid offspring with such a disdainful and trianoid role model in front of him?

Seeing that the girl stepped forward to help the civilian without the slightest hesitation, a gentle smile like a warm spring breeze flashed on Lanlos's face, but soon, the eyes reflecting the girl's delicate back revealed a faint grayness.

Seemingly, it's regretting something.

Ho –

A menacing roar caught Lanloth's attention, and he withdrew his gaze and turned his head to meet the two pairs of unkind vertical pupils.

The bird's nest was sacked by a blizzard, and the good mood of the two griffons was completely ruined, the feathers on their necks stood up, their broad wings arched like mountain peaks, and their hooked claws kept cutting furrows in the ground.

Acting like I was a murderer.

The elf pursed his lips in dissatisfaction and stepped forward, his heels slamming on the ground.

"Humph!"

The dull grunt was like a hammer striking a giant drum, and the thunderous intimidation instantly shattered the pride and arrogance of the two housekeeping griffins.

Before they could obediently bow their heads and admit their mistakes, the corners of Lanlos's mouth raised, and he suddenly raised his fists and rushed forward: "Ula!"

Although the meaning was unknown, Lanloth's angry battle cry was too sudden, and with his fierce face and the brown-green flames that burst from his eyebrows, the two griffons suddenly screamed in fright and hugged their heads.

"Oh, my griffon!"

Gianna finally calmed the administrator's panicked little heart, and suddenly heard the bad guy roar, turned his head to look, only to find that the culprit was still laughing proudly.

Bastard, can't you make people worry a little bit?

The scheming side of this bad guy and the beast is simply childish to the extreme. Gianna glanced at the elf who was laughing heartlessly with her waist crossed, and then at the administrator who was crying and chasing the griffon, and for a moment she didn't know whether to be annoyed or laughed.

"Why are you still stunned, waiting for someone to come back and settle accounts? Putting away his playfulness, seeing that the caretaker was chasing the griffin away, Lanlos smiled secretly, pulled Gianna, who was stunned, and fled without saying a word.

As soon as the words of "...... stop" arrived, Gianna instinctively followed under the pull of Lanloth.

In the blink of an eye, the two uninvited guests had disappeared into the complex streets that crisscrossed Stormwind City.

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The dew slowly dripped along the veins of the leaves, shining in the early morning sun, like pearls hidden in the green leaves. The continuous sparkling brilliance reflects the immending high wall in front of him very dazzlingly.

Edwin put the tool at his feet and spent a few minutes carefully examining the masterpieces of his and his brother over the years, and a deep sense of satisfaction and pride appeared on his face.

The newborn Stormwind City stands in the morning light, and whether you are in it or looking at it from a distance, its majestic and majestic momentum can firmly attract the attention of all living things.

As the leader of the Stonemasons' Guild, Edwin was indeed busy, but almost every day, he would spend a few extravagant minutes, doing nothing, just quietly looking at the city that was gradually awakening, his masterpiece.

When it comes to stonemasonry, Edwin is a genius indeed. During the Orc War, he not only led his union brothers to build countless fortresses and city defenses, but also single-handedly built steel fortresses such as the Watch Fortress.

Taking over the task of rebuilding Stormwind City is naturally a matter of course.

As both the people of Stormwind and the shaper of her, Edwin's brothers are arguably devoted to it.

Although there are still some small projects in the corners that have not yet been completed, the big guys can't wait for the final acceptance day. After all, King Ureon would praise their work profusely every time he inspected them, and if nothing else, their honorariums would have been more generous than ever.

If there are no surprises......

Before today's self-satisfaction time was over, Edwin's eyelids twitched suddenly, and just as he tried to search for the unexplained uneasiness in his heart, a lively and childish voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Father!"

Immediately turned around, Edwin's vicissitudes of life showed sincere joy and happiness: "I didn't lie in bed today, it seems that I want to praise the hard-working Vanessa." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a little girl with black hair threw herself into Edwin's arms: "Hehe, I'm actually in bed, but only today." ”

"Listen to you, you've been waking up earlier than I have been these days?" said Edwin, rubbing his little clever hair with a doting expression.

Seeing that her father didn't believe it, Vanessa pursed her lips and broke free of his calloused hands as if angry: "Of course, I don't have nothing to do every day. ”

"That's right, you're a much harder girl than you used to be. While the father and daughter were arguing, a voice that was clearly holding back a laugh appeared in Edwin's ears.

When he saw this old friend who took his daughter to visit him but was neglected by him, the head of the stonemason was rarely embarrassed: "Ahem, okay, Vanessa, you can go play by yourself for a while, and I'll talk to Uncle Madias for a while." ”

Although she rarely got tired of her father because of engineering reasons, driven by the child's heart, Vanessa did not refute, grabbed two putty scrapers from the ground and ran towards the city wall in a hurry.

Looking at his daughter's bouncing back, Edwin couldn't help but smile wryly and shake his head. I don't know how many of my fellow stonemasons will come to me in a few moments to complain.

"That's right. Putting his mind away, Edwin looked at the old friend with a grateful expression, "Thank you for helping me take care of her these days and causing you a lot of trouble, right?"

"I'm not afraid of trouble. Madias waved his hand, and his eyes gradually softened as he looked at the girl in the distance, "I'm just afraid that it won't be long before I have nothing to teach her." Your daughter is much more talented than you. ”

As the leader of MI7's spies, he would actually show such a look. Those criminals and enemies who were secretly solved by him would not believe it even if they died.

However, as a former colleague, Edwin was not surprised at all: "You just blow it, no matter what you say, I will never agree to let her go to your place to suffer." ”

"Look at what you said. Matthias put away his tenderness and regained the coldness that belonged to the master assassin, "Don't you see, Vanessa's talent is not even below me, MI7 is the most suitable place for her to develop her talent, if she doesn't let her follow me, will she follow you?"

"What's so bad about being a stonemason?" Edwin's face was full of pride, recalling the honor and respect he had earned from the aristocracy with his hands, "We don't steal or rob, we earn money in peace, and live a down-to-earth life, which is cleaner than yours." ”

"Not clean?" said Matthias, scoffing, "why do you think you can be so steady?"

Remembering his original intention of leaving MI7, Edwin shook his head, everyone has their own ambitions, and he didn't bother to explain too much to this cold killer: "Forget it, we don't need to continue fighting." Vanessa's future is not up to you, nor is it up to me, as long as she likes it, I will support her in whatever she does. ”

"I hope you do what you say. Madias's expression relaxed slightly, and he was secretly already thinking about how to leave this extremely talented girl in MI7.

It was obvious that Edwin knew what he was thinking with a roll of his eyes: "I warn you, stay away from Vanessa in all your ways, or I'll be done with you." ”

"Hey, it's your kid's own choice to respect her, and you can still control what she likes and doesn't like?"

"I don't care, she can't enter the military situation seven anyway!"

"Then she can't be a stonemason!"

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