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Both Malfurion and Tyrande began to retreat after the Battle of Seamount.

According to the results of discussions among the members of the Night Council, Malfurion and Tyrande, the face of the night elves, will be the first to break through the seclusion, and it will be Maiev and Fandral's turn after they leave the seclusion.

This is to prevent all high-level officials from being shut down at once, which will affect the overall development of the Dark Night Republic.

Fandral has been very busy for more than a year, but Maiev's side is not bad. This hot-tempered eldest sister is a workaholic.

After Tyrande retreated, Maiev temporarily handed over the work of the Watcher to Sira Moonguard and Mai Lin Bladewing, and rolled up her sleeves with her personal assistant Nasa to concentrate on taking care of Moon God. All kinds of troubles with belief systems.

Taking advantage of Tyrande's absence, Maiev intends to reform the priests of the Moon God so that they can get rid of the bureaucratic style they developed when working under Tyrande's command.

…Speaking of which, Salayan has always been curious about the relationship between Maiev and Nasa, and he always felt that the relationship between the master and servant was not pure.

[Maev is an old maid who has never had intimate contact with a man for more than 10,000 years, isn't that obvious enough? 】

[I also think so, Maiev's sexual orientation should be female, but I don't know if it is congenital or acquired environment. 】

[What about Illidan? 】

[Don't be misled by the second creation, the relationship between Maiev and Illidan is just the relationship between the hunter and the prey, you can't see the slightest ambiguity, okay? 】

Speaking of this kind of gossip topic, the speed of the bullet screen swiping has increased significantly.

Sharlayan, who caused the topic, left with one blow, and let the barrage quarrel over the topic. He was leisurely stamping his official business, while peeking at the screen to watch the fun.

"Yo~ are you busy?"

Just when Sarlayan was distracted by Valeera's assistance, a familiar voice suddenly came from the window sill behind the two of them.

"Ha..." Salayan sighed indifferently: "Dad, can't you just walk through the door normally? Can you get rid of your habit of opening windows at home?"

"Haha~" Julian smiled perfunctorily without any intention of repentance: "Occupational diseases can't be cured."

"Listen to your nonsense." Salayan rolled his eyes angrily: "Why doesn't Valeera have such an occupational disease?"

Julian waved his hand indifferently: "Okay, don't worry about these trivial things, you didn't ask me to come back to reprimand me, did you?"

"Hey~" Sharlayan shook his head and gave up persuasion: "You must know why I called you back, so just give me the answer."

Julian, who was squatting on the windowsill, finally rolled in.

That is to say, the certified family members. If outsiders try to sneak into the mansion of Grand Duke Deep Shadow by illegal means, they will be wiped out by the magic array of matryoshka traps set up by Stella Gosa.

Every arcanist is a master of positional warfare. When they are at the same level as each other, never try to attack an arcanist's mage tower, otherwise they will inevitably be played with doubts about their lives.

"I know what you want to ask, the whereabouts of Inas... right?"

Sharlayan didn't even bother to make any moves, and asked straight to the point: "So what's the answer? Where did my mother go without calling this time again? She won't single-handedly go to N'Zoth to fight? "

Julian shook his head dumbfoundingly: "Do you think Inas is out of her mind? She still knows the difference in strength between herself and the ancient god."

"Let's talk about it first. I don't dare to say 100% clear about the specific situation."

Julian folded his armor before telling the truth: "Inas's sudden departure is to pay homage to her deceased parents. This is already a practice every five years. As for why she hasn't returned for a long time... I will tell you this." I don't know."

"Worship..."

Sharlayan rubbed his chin thoughtfully: "Dragonblight? I have been to Wyrmrest Temple before, but I haven't heard that my mother has been to Dragonblight recently."

Julian shook his head: "This is your habitual thinking. Indeed, most dragons will be buried in the Dragonbone Wilderness after death, but there are actually many exceptions."

"You also know that Inas's parents are green dragon and red dragon respectively."

"Because the living habits of the husband and wife are slightly different from those of the other party, in order to accommodate each other, they did not make their homes near the holy land of the Dragon Clan, and they were not buried in the Dragon Bone Wilderness after death."

"What else is going on?" Sarlayan and Valeera looked at each other, and they both saw a little worry in each other's eyes: "Then where are my grandfather and grandmother buried?"

"The remains of the dragon clan buried outside the Dragon Bone Wilderness... may be targeted by people with evil intentions."

Julian spread his hands helplessly: "I have also mentioned this issue to your mother, more than once."

"But according to her, that was her parents' last wish, and she can only choose to respect it."

"As for the location, you've all heard of it, it's near the Vermilion Shelter in Northeron Heights."

"Uh~"

Sharlayan's eyebrows twitched unconsciously: "Northron again, why do I feel that the two of you have a bad relationship with this ghost place?"

Julian smiled wryly and said, "What can we do? Leaving aside all the troubles in Northeron, the Vermilion Sanctuary was originally one of the Red Dragon's permanent strongholds outside the Dragonbone Wilderness. Your grandfather and grandmother chose to settle down." There’s nothing wrong with that.”

"Furthermore, according to Inas, her parents had been thinking about returning to the true hometown of the Dragon Clan, Fallen Leaves, until they died, but unfortunately they have not been able to do so."

Although Julian is the son-in-law of the Dragon Clan, he is not like Sarlayan, who has bullet screens to help open up information. He knows little about the secrets of the Dragon Clan, and he is not interested in further research.

"Is the real hometown of the Dragon Clan..."

Sarlayan's eyes became a little deep, and the seasoned Julian saw some clues through the changes in his son's eyes, and asked in surprise, "Why? You know?"

"Well, sort of."

Sharlayan scratched his head and explained: "But I only know about it, and I have never been there."

"The dragons did not settle in the Dragonbone Wilderness from the very beginning. Before the catastrophe that changed the landscape of Azeroth, all the dragons lived in a paradise now called the Dragon Islands."

Julian rubbed his chin thoughtfully: "The Dragon Islands? Since there is such a place, why have I never heard of it from Inas? Why don't the dragons return to their hometown to live?"

Sharlayan sighed regretfully: "Because I can't go back, the disorder of the magic net caused by the catastrophe has seriously affected the ecology of the Dragon Islands, and the massive loss of magic power has made it unsuitable for living there."

"As a last resort, the dragon clan can only seal the Dragon Islands, and the whole clan moved to settle near the Dragon Rest Temple."

"It's getting too far, let's get back to the topic."

Sharlayan changed the topic again in a timely manner: "If it was just to pay homage to my grandfather and grandmother, my mother shouldn't leave without saying goodbye for so long."

"Could it be that something happened to her during this trip of worship?"

Julian said sternly: "That's what I'm worried about. Although Inas has a detached personality, she never...uh, usually there will be no such disconnection that worries her family."

Everyone understands the reason why Julian changed his words. After all, Inas almost sent her away and never came back. It was thanks to Salayan's efforts that she was brought back before the door was closed.

Julian's subtle change of words made everyone present subconsciously think in a bad direction, and Salayan frowned involuntarily.

"No! I still don't feel relieved. What if my mother is unlucky enough to get involved in big trouble again... Northeron's Vermilion Sanctuary, right?"

Sharlayan lowered his head and pondered for a moment before raising his head and saying to Julian, "Father, you start first, and I will teleport you directly to Stromgarde in Arathi Highlands."

Julian nodded without hesitation and agreed: "No problem, then where are you going?"

Sharlayan pointed to the huge map hanging behind him, and stopped on a high ground with the Wildhammer dwarf logo on it: "I'm going to the Hinterlands first to bring in reinforcements."

"Northeron is, after all, the hometown of the Wildhammer dwarves, and they are the local bosses. Falstad Wildhammer, who stayed behind at Eagle's Nest Mountain, should sell me face and provide some help within our ability in our search. "