Seriously, this feeling makes me feel like I'm back in my youth.

I didn't have any other thoughts in my heart when I held this girl in my arms at this time, I just wanted to snuggle up to her and stay with her, whatever I did.

When she smiled at me in the sun, I would even forget that she had died once. Her white face was so white in the sunlight, and I felt so lovely. I was intoxicated by the way she stood barefoot in the creek, lifting her skirt and kicking the water with her feet.

She said she felt very happy, a kind of happiness that she had never experienced when she was alive. I asked her if there was no man who pursued her when she was studying in Dalaran. She said yes, but the people in that place are too utilitarian, everyone is thinking about how to improve their rank, improve their level, as a relatively good student, those men approach her not only because they like her person, maybe more because they want to get some free tips and methods from her.

Because for magicians, the progress of each layer is like hitting a wall, but this wall is paper-paste, and finding tricks and methods will easily puncture this layer of paper to enter the next stage, but there are many people who seem to be a little talented in the process of improving are really one step at a time.

To put it simply, people who understand the essentials of the trick think it's very simple, but for people who don't know the essentials, this is the most difficult thing in the world, and sometimes it really takes someone to gently tell him two or three words or a sentence somewhere, this kind of small pinch can make people break through this layer of paper instantly, but no one wants to dedicate what they have learned for free.

As a relatively young and excellent student of Dalaran, Bill has become a goddess in the hearts of many apprentices. But according to herself, she didn't like the place at all, nor the atmosphere there, nor the people there.

Bill didn't think about what she would do when she was successful, some magicians would become court advisors, some would enter some aristocratic families as advisors or retainers, and some would become wandering mages or explorers when they were used to it. Anyway, he could do anything, but Bill's idea was to get out of here and live in a quiet place, study the arcane magic he liked, and live quietly like that.

But unfortunately, her dream was crushed by the army led by Arthas, and when besieging Dalaran, Bill was also one of the many defenders, and they really wanted to have ten points to use ten points, but the undead scourge army was too strong, and they still lost. She and her sisters didn't want to escape, but they weren't given a chance after the Scourge broke the city, so she died in the siege, but Arthas immediately resurrected them, and her soul was so suppressed at that time that she said she could barely remember where they went and what they did. Until one day, Sylvanas's call woke her up like a dream.

She said it was like she was in a dream.

I asked her if she had ignored me when she was on the boat, but she said that I looked bitter and hateful at that time, and that my unsmiling appearance made her think that I was not a good talker. I asked her if she had feelings at that time. She asked me what kind of feelings I had, and I said that I liked it, hated it, and so on, and she said that she didn't like it, everything was bland, and she couldn't say anything about hate. But then all of a sudden, there was a hazy sense of dependence.

I used to wonder if the forsaken would have such a thing, but now I am sure that the forsaken can still inherit the emotions of the living, but these emotions that originally belonged to the living, and the emotions of the good people need to be inspired and driven to be reawakened, otherwise they will be hidden forever like a cornerstone buried in the ground. This is the case for those who have gathered in Lordaeron, especially those who have stayed underground, and who have only one thought in their minds, which is to be loyal to Her Majesty. And allegiance to a person requires wholehearted allegiance. There is no need for other thoughts and feelings, and it is also for Her Majesty to have feelings.

Bill said that this is the case, everyone infects and influences each other, and it is really in that kind of place that there is only hatred and hatred and a desire for revenge in the heart, and there is really no other thought in the head. But when she got here, she felt as if she was alive again. Even when they left Lordaeron on the voyage, her heart slowly began to loosen, until she suddenly found that she was attracted to me, and then from caring to liking, and then slowly feeling like it.

She asked me if it was a relationship, and instead of answering, I threw a stone in the water and splashed her all over the water.

I don't know what the war is like on the distant continent of Azeroth, and the minotaurs here never care, but the friction between the northern orcs and the night elves is getting worse. The Warsong Clan is an unbreakable clan, they suffered losses in the Gray Valley Forest back then, and what they thought of was not how to dodge, not how to bypass it, but to face the difficulties and swear to fight the elves to the end. The last engagement was lost, but they never gave up.

But the men and women of the Warsong clan really devoted themselves to the war, and even the women completely dedicated their wombs to the war, and it is said that the fertility of the women of this tribe is the strongest among all the orc tribes.

But war is life and death, the losing side is bound to suffer losses and is often the greatest, and the human commander Lagash who appeared in the elven army that caused their losses has also become the hatred of all Warsong orcs. This man is not only outstanding in martial arts, courageous, but also very proficient in strategy and tactics.

From time to time, I also hear from the front lines about the man leading elven troops to strike at the orcs. And each victory made me more and more curious about this man. It is indeed a great blessing for mankind to have such a powerful and war-like human being, but on the contrary, it is a disaster for the tribe.

But although I am curious about him, I don't want to get involved in any disputes, and I don't think that the current life is what most people pursue in their lives. Stable, happy, carefree. I no longer have to fight for anyone, for this and that, for some noble goals such as righteousness. At this time, the rain falling on me was so gentle and sweet, and the warm sunlight made me realize that the sun shining on people really exudes a taste called happiness.

Happiness is always short-lived, and I don't want to think about why it's short, but the reluctance and fear when happiness is about to disappear is real. I always remembered the promise I made to Magatha, but she never came to me since. I don't like to owe people.

Bill didn't understand what I was doing, and she asked me if it would be too much of a loss for me to agree to Magatha's request just to get directions, and then pull me down after asking.

Looking at her clear eyes, I told her that I originally wanted to investigate the person, but then I found out that I was still reluctant to leave her, and once I left, I don't know how long it would take to come back or ...... I didn't know if I would have a chance to come back, so I agreed to Magassa but I decided not to go.

This made her very happy, and girls are generally willing to believe this kind of thing. I don't think that kind of thing can be called a lie. And the real reason why I didn't go in the end was that the disparity in strength at that time was really too large, I was not very hopeful that the Night Elves could win, and at that time I was really a little out of a hurry, and after the victory, my interest in him suddenly became less intense, it seems to me that I already know where he is, since he is still commanding the war with the orcs, then I can investigate him whenever I want.

And the beautiful and rare happy love life makes me feel that giving up those things is the most correct choice.

However, this life that kept me addicted lasted only more than three months, not that I didn't want to continue to linger with my lover, but that Magassa finally found me.

She asked me to go to the human territory to explore, and she said that the human was getting more and more active, and the spies on the tribe's side were a little unable to keep up with him, and this guy went to the Black Coast after commanding the battle in the Ash Valley Forest for a while, and then went to the home of the Night Elves far away from the mainland, the incomparable giant tree of the sea. It is not known what the man did there, but the orc scouts immediately put the whole army into combat readiness after finding this man back in the Gray Valley, but the man left the Gray Valley.

The spies thought the man was going to Ratchet City, but it turned out that he was now continuing south. And the place that continues to the south is not elsewhere, it is another human settlement, the great magician Gianna. Castle of Prodmore.

Gianna's castle is called Theramore, and I don't know what Theramore means, but this place is a strange place for no one. First of all, it's in a dangerous swamp that no one wants to go to, this place called the Dust Swamp is not only extremely difficult to walk, but the swamp is full of crocodiles, spiders, and those huge creatures are very dangerous, and there are tribes of ogres there.

The ogres there were more savage and cruel than the ones of Firas who liked to watch people fight and bleed, they were real cannibal monsters. But Gianna chose that place as a foothold. Because this woman is said to have a rather unusual relationship with the great chief of the tribe, Saar, they were allowed to grow and now expanded into a city-state rather than just a castle. That human must have gone to Theramore.

Theramore is not allowed to enter by any of the tribesmen, and there is no better candidate for the Forsaken here, so Margasa wants me to investigate him, and if I can capture him halfway and bring him back to Thunder Bluff, then she will give me a reward that is definitely more than I imagined.

She was willing to grant me any wish.

I looked at the smiling cow who exuded a human cunning. In fact, there is a second half of the sentence, the living can't be brought back, and the dead can't be brought back.