Colonel Daven was furious. He began to tug at his beard as he ordered himself to stop. Last time, in a fit of rage, he pulled off a handful of his beard. Not only did it hurt him for many days, but it also ruined his upright appearance.

His anger came from a report from Corporal Recha after he hurried back to Fort North from Ratchet City. "Did they really arrest Captain Juncker?"

"To be fair, sir," Ruccia said, "they arrested the orc too, sir. No sooner had an argument ensued between the two than a goblin boxer stepped in. ”

"They arrested Juncker?"

Ruccia blinked, "I have no other way, sir. Goblins have jurisdiction in Ratchet City, and we don't—"

Daven shook his head. "There's no power, I know. I know. Davon got up from his chair and began pacing around the office, he made his way to the door, "It's ridiculous, we shouldn't be subject to such idiotic rules. ”

"Sir, I don't think they're—"

"Those orcs are so bold that they dare to play tricks on us. Daven turned and walked towards the window. Recha nodded quickly, "That's true, sir. The grain they exchanged with us was inferior, which was an insult to us. And the orcs who dared to beat our captain for no reason. ”

Major Daven stopped in front of the window and looked out over the sea. The rolling waves gently kiss the silver sand, and it is truly a picture of calm and tranquility. But Daven knew that this was just a superficial phenomenon. "It's really lawless, and if the orcs continue to do this, it will be a matter of time before the two sides go to war again. ”

"I don't think it's going to start, sir," Reicha looked skeptical. Daven knew the final answer.

"Yes, corporal. You'll definitely see that day. Minotaurs and trolls are on their side, and they will defeat us - unless we prepare ahead. Daven shouted towards the door, "Private!"

Private Aurel walked in. Every time he saw this assistant, Daven couldn't help but sigh. No matter how the young private was equipped, his suit would always be much larger than his. "What's the matter, sir?"

"Send a letter to Theramore at once. I need reinforcements. ”

"Yes, sir. Go right away, sir. Orel gave a military salute and left the observation room. He went to find the divination crystal. This was provided for them by Queen Proudmore in order to facilitate contact between Fort North and Theramore. Although detailed dialogue is not possible. But the message can still be sent.

Recha's face turned red all of a sudden: "Well, sir, I beg your forgiveness, well, this is a wise choice. Sir. ”

"That's true. Davon sat back in his chair. He doesn't have to pull his beard under his nose anymore, he's ready to act. "I will not allow these greenskins to attack us while we are unprepared. ”

Egwene really wanted this pesky young woman to walk away right away.

This is certainly not possible. Egwene knew this very well in her heart, but she couldn't help but think so. She has been living alone for twenty years, and this life can still make her feel comfortable. Truth be told, the last twenty years had been the happiest of her life compared to the hundreds of years before her exile to Kalimdor.

She once believed that these hills, surrounded by lofty mountains, were enough to escape the hustle and bustle of the world; The enchantment she set up was so low-level that it wouldn't attract the attention of others at all; And no one will come to her at all. But now it seems that this qiē and qiē are just a bubble.

"I can't believe you're still alive. ”

The Prodmore woman's voice sounded like she was only in her teens. Egwene knew that this wasn't her true tone, and that she was only doing it to test her identity.

Prodmore went on to say, "You have always been a hero to me. When I was an apprentice mage. I already know your legacy - you are the best, the greatest guardian. ”

Thinking that the trembling old guys in Violet Castle actually wrote about her like this, Egwen's heart was a little furious. "It's not like that at all. Egwene didn't dare to think about it anymore. She lifted the bucket of water and turned to walk towards the hut. If you're lucky, Prodmore might be gone.

But Egwene doesn't seem so lucky today.

Proudmore followed: "It is because of you that I can become a mage. ”

"I regret that I was once a mage. Egwen muttered.

"I don't understand, why are you here, why didn't you tell the others that you're still alive?

The barrel fell to the ground, and Egwene jerked to Prodmore, "I have my own reasons here, but you don't need to know. Now, please stay away from me!"

Very unfortunate. These words not only did not blow away the woman, but also made her take off the disguise of a little girl and restore her true face as a leader. "I'm afraid I can't obey my fate. Magna, you're so important to us—"

"Now I don't care about anything. Don't you understand, you stupid little girl, I don't deserve to be a human being, not even an orc, a troll, or a dwarf. ”

Prodmore straightened his back. Egwene could see the tremendous magic that was surging inside the girl. She suddenly realized that although she was still a little girl, her magic was not to be underestimated. The fact that she was able to silently traverse the enchantment she had set up was a testament to her magic.

"I'm not a 'little girl', I'm a mage of the Kenrito Council. ”

"I've lived for a thousand years, it seems to me. It will be a few centuries before I will consider calling you a little girl anymore. Now, little girl, let's go—I want to be alone for a while. ”

"Why?" Prodmoor really sounded like he was confused. Egwene realized that the young witch might not really know her history—or that history had been erased long before Prodmore. Proudmoore continued, "You were the first to pioneer a woman becoming a mage, and you will always be one of the many unsung heroes of Azeroth. But how can you abandon—"

"Is it like that?" Egwene dropped the barrel and turned to walk towards the hut. She'll be back later.

Prodmore certainly wasn't going to give up on that. She followed Egwene through a crumbling wooden door. "Magna, you-"

Standing in what could be jokingly called the living room—the only room in the cabin, a room that doubled as a bedroom, a kitchen, and a dining room—Egwene exclaimed, "Don't call me that! I'm not a mage anymore, I'm not a hero at all, and I don't want you to be here." You say that I set a precedent for a woman to become a mage - on the contrary, I am the best commentary on why a woman should never become a mage. ”

"It's not like that," said Prodmoore, "because of you—"

Egwene put his hands to his ears and cried out, "For the sake of all the sages in the world, please don't talk about it. ”

Proudmore said quietly, "You should know very well what I am talking about now. If it weren't for your efforts, the demons would have made a comeback, and we—"

"But what's the difference?" Egwen sneered and said, "Isn't the demon coming back? Lordaeron hasn't been ruined? The Lich King hasn't been the hegemon? Sargeras hasn't won yet?"

Hearing the Lich King's words, Proudmore couldn't help frowning, but Egwene didn't care about it. "You can deny your own merits," Proudmore said, "but that doesn't change the truth." It was you who aroused all---Prodmore laughed—"-the infinite hope and enthusiasm in the hearts of all those little girls who aspired to be mages. My favorite story from my time at Violet Castle is the story of you being chosen by Scarville to become the first female mage. Scarville was the first to see the enormous potential of a female apprentice mage, and many of the Tirisfa Guardians praised him for his wise choice-"

Egwene couldn't help it. She burst out laughing, the sound of piercing laughter lingering for a long time. She was out of breath with a smile. She began to cough and it took a while for her to recover. After thousands of years, her body has begun to age and weaken, but a vigor and vitality still stubbornly remain in her body, so that she will not faint from a burst of laughter.

In fact, it was the most laughing she'd ever had in hundreds of years. (To be continued.) )