Garrod felt a cold wind sweep through him, making him shiver slightly. Strangely enough, the Grand Druid and Tyrande didn't seem to feel the chill at all. Then he realized that the chill actually came from the heart, as he became more aware of how his sister was relentlessly driven by his own sense of duty.

"I know what happened next. Even so, my sister didn't give up. Garrod commented gloomily. "She chased after her, and that's what I knew. During the chase in the Outlands, she was captured and tortured, and eventually killed - sorry, the Grand Druid - and your brother along with the others. ”

Malfurion shook his head. "You don't have to apologize. That's what you should know - even if we don't say it, Mavi should sue you. ”

"For a while, we all thought she was dead...... Like we thought you were dead, Garrod. The High Priestess lowered her eyes. "Her Keeper forces were wiped out by her obsession. When Mavi returned, she was greeted with bitterness and doubt. She was traumatized by the severity of her heart, but she persevered. Her reply is one of the reasons why we make amends to her, Garrod. There's so much to admire about your sister, and we owe her so much in spite of what has happened. Tyrande reached out and comforted his arm.

"You have a wonderful heart. Garrod moved uneasily. "If I could, I'd like to be alone here for a while. ”

"Of course. In any case, we have to go back. More guests are on the way. ”

The former coalition commander nodded. "May the summit be a qiē shun lì. ”

"We can only hope for that. ”

The High Priestess and Grand Druid each bowed respectfully to Garrod before leaving him alone at the funeral site. He watched them go away and wondered if they were hiding anything from him. However, none of this qiē matters anymore. All he cared about was the land where Sarah Hill had been laid to rest for the last time.

Garrod knelt down by the flowers. Their fragrance was refreshing, and he immediately recalled the warm moments he had spent with her. He imagined being with her.

Eventually, he accepted the fact that Sarah Hill had rested in peace forever and had to think of something else. Garrod Shadow Song asked softly, staring at the flowers. "And what have I become?"

Malfurion was silent until they were far away. Still, he kept his voice down. "You're not telling the truth...... At least. I didn't say it all. You didn't sue the argument that occurred between the two of you when Sùtamavi reappeared. ”

"There's no need for that. Mavi and I know each other very well. Her passion for her duty is unshakable. Now that she has admitted her mistake, the matter is closed. ”

"I'm glad so, but why don't you sue him more?"

Tyrande smiled softly. "Then it should be up to Mavi himself to sue him. ”

At this time, a young priestess approached them. Her anxious expression caught the attention of the two.

"High Priestess. She bowed in greetings. "Someone is coming down here...... As if it were a submarine. ”

"A submarine. This means that the gnomes are also coming. Well, now almost everyone is there. Malfurion said.

Tyrande nodded yes. "Haven't you seen the ship from Stormwind yet?"

"No, High Priestess. ”

"Got it. Tyrande sighed. "Thank you for the news. We'll go straight to the portal. Have the attendants ready to receive the new guests. ”

"Yes, High Priestess. She took the order and hurried away.

"He'll come," the Grand Druid began. "He has to come. ”

That's what Santis said...... But even if Varian Ureon comes. He's going to have to wait until the last minute. We cannot postpone the summit indefinitely until there is definite news. ”

"Can't...... But there is no indication that he will not come. ”

"Old Ma ......"

They don't talk about it anymore. The Night Elves return to the portal, ready to welcome the gnomes. The longer they waited, Malfurion and his partner looked at each other, their faces curious rather than anxious.

"Could it be that one of their machines is malfunctioning down below?" The Grand Druid finally asked.

"In that case, someone will come up and report it. ”

"Somebody has to come......"

Suddenly, the portal flashed again. They were relieved to see the gnome leader come out.

But at first glance, the figure that emerged from the portal was unheard of by the Great Druid. It had two long legs that bent backwards like a bird, a round cockpit with low piers, and two pairs of arms, the upper one much smaller than the lower one. Judging by its size and waistline, the thing has a rather small head.

Then, wait until you see the figure clearly. Despite the anxiety in his heart, Malfurion couldn't help but whisper a low chuckle to his new guest.

The bald dwarf had a large nose and a round face compared to his kind, and looked somewhat like a stocky human, though there was no known connection between the two races. This dwarf, despite his age, is as active as a child. He wasn't tall -- in fact, he was a foot shorter than Kudran when he stood up straight, and only a third his size. Malfurion's speculation was based on previous meetings, as most of the gnome's body was hidden in a strangely shaped walking machine. At first glance, it looked like his body.

The newcomer held up a strange pair of goggles on his face and looked at the Night Elves with curious eyes. "High Priestess Tyrande, Whisper, and Grand Druid Malfurion, Furious Wind!" The dwarf chattered at a breathless pace. "I'm so glad I'm here!"

"Gilbin Mekatok, the master craftsman. You are our most welcome guest," said Tyrande.

Gilbin tugged at his short white beard thoughtfully, then grinned. The plane carried him forward until he was less than a yard away from the two hosts.

Ji Qì's huge right arm suddenly stretched out towards Malfurion. Although he was not intimidated. The Great Druid cautiously stepped back. A "hand" with three fingers stopped just inches from his chest.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I've been testing the real yàn-shaped arm attachments of these latest mechanical chocobos! The motion control still needs to be fine-tuned! I just want to shake your hand!"

Malfurion froze, reaching out to grasp the mechanical hand. The dwarf pulled a lever, and the iron hand grabbed the Night Elf's hand.

Tyrande gasped worriedly, but Malfurion only shook the iron hand of the walker in accordance with the great craftsman's plan. Then its fingers let go of the Night Elf. The arm was retracted.

Gilbin Mecatok leaned over calmly and with interest and asked, "How does the pressure feel, do you have any broken bones?"

"I didn't ...... Not at all. ”

"Ah, it's finally good!" Gilbin sat back with a grim face. (To be continued.) )