New Order of Azeroth

Jaina nodded. She abandoned everything she was familiar with and came to the continent of Kalimdor to join the war. She was following the guidance of the prophet and trying to save the world. This was also the thing she had always been most proud of.

The old lady looked at her with burning eyes: "But is this really the case? Do you think you are irreplaceable?"

Looking at Gianna's firm gaze, the old lady smiled: "In the face of time, no one is irreplaceable."

Frowning tightly, Jaina felt that there were cracks in her outlook on life: "You mean what I did is meaningless? The night elves can delay time and carry out the project on their own without the help of me and Thrall. What about the final battle?”

The old lady neither nodded nor shook her head, because she couldn't tell for sure.

The Night Elves' heritage is so profound that they have repelled two invasions of the Burning Legion. Which other race can do this now?

According to her observations, the second invasion was indeed very dangerous, forcing the night elves to sacrifice the World Tree that gave them immortal life to kill Archimonde, but have they exhausted their cards? Hard to say.

The old lady knew that in Val'sharah on the Broken Islands, the priestesses of Elune there had always kept a treasure that was enough to activate the power of creation. Can this treasure harm Archimonde? The old lady didn't know if there were similar arrangements in other places, and she didn't know either.

She only knew that High Priest Tyrande Whisperwind had foreseen the invasion of the Burning Legion and had been preparing for it for tens of thousands of years. Maybe she could defeat the Burning Legion without her stupid son running for her.

"Whether what you do is meaningful actually depends on the result. Now it seems that it is meaningful." Aegwynn and Medivh, mother and son, are proud people to the core. She will not interfere with her son, and his son will pretend to be her. No one is here, everyone is busy with their own affairs, so it would be inappropriate to make trouble publicly, so the old lady said a few idealistic words.

She hurriedly changed the embarrassing topic: "What happened today? You look so bad?"

Gianna said a little depressed: "It's Vanessa..."

She paused for a moment. She estimated that her consultant did not know this person and wanted to explain.

But she didn't expect that Old Mrs. Aegwin would really remember this person. The first thing that appeared in her mind was the image of Vanessa wearing a fish-man leather suit, hiding far away and cheering for a lot of monsters.

The old lady had a sullen face, afraid that she would laugh out loud.

"That little girl who is very talkative? I remember her. What happened to her?"

Jaina was a little confused, this tone was wrong! The old lady can ask someone "What's wrong with her?" Judging from her cold style, this is a relatively close gesture.

"She said she wanted to revive Lordaeron." Jaina was very confused.

The old lady waited for ten seconds and found that there was nothing more to say.

She was a little confused, and her eyes seemed to be asking, is this all? Her old man thought that the sweet-mouthed girl was dead!

The old lady angrily picked up the magic book that she read as a storybook again, flipped through it, and said nonchalantly: "Then let her do it."

Jaina couldn't help but express the problem in her heart: "But this will trigger a war between the Alliance and the Horde."

"Those undead occupy the homeland of Lordaeron. Why don't they worry about triggering a war between the Horde and the Alliance, but do you need to worry about it? Lordaeron has always been a human land, why should it be occupied by a group of undead? What? Just because they are pitiful?"

The old lady kept asking questions. Her position was undoubtedly on the side of mankind. Just because she didn't participate didn't mean she didn't have her own opinions.

"Give in when you can, and never retreat when you can't. Even if everyone tells you to go away, you must firmly stick to your bottom line...Although that little girl is messing around, she is more in line with The definition of a traditional hero in the human kingdom, and you, Miss Jaina Proudmoore, you are an excellent mage, but you are not as good as her in this aspect."

The old lady had witnessed the rise and fall of too many dynasties, and had seen countless heroes. She didn't care about this matter, expressed her own opinions, and then started reading.

Jaina returned to her bedroom in frustration. Later, she tied on her cloak and went to the beach of Theramore alone.

The sea breeze blew, and the remains of Kul Tiras' warships were scattered on the seashore, with a few scattered masts sticking out of the water. Although the hulls sank to the bottom of the sea, they still stubbornly showed traces of their existence to the world.

The water was extremely calm, but the female mage seemed to still be able to hear the roar in the wind. It was as if the Kul Tiras fleet was still there, their artillery was still roaring, and the soldiers' swords were still sharp, as if her father was still there. Not leaving myself.

"Father...did I really do something wrong..." Jaina stroked the Daelin Proudmoore saber that Vanessa returned to her. She could not face this weapon before, She just wanted to send the knife far away, preferably never to see it in her lifetime, but who knew that after turning around, the saber returned to her hand.

People cannot be resurrected, so Daelin Proudmoore will naturally not jump out.

But Jaina was still so sad that she couldn't breathe, and there were huge cracks in the high wall she had built for herself in her heart.

Old Mrs. Aegwynn's words were very sharp, but she was right about one thing.

I care about the relationship between the Alliance and the Horde and try to resolve the conflicts between the two parties, but does the Horde think the same way? If so, why would Thrall accept the Forsaken as a member of the Horde? Isn't he afraid of causing conflicts and war?

At a certain moment, Jaina even felt that she was the only one who cared about the peace between the alliance and the tribe, and the rest probably didn't care.

Vanessa doesn't care, Bolvar doesn't care either, Thrall is hard to say, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net Sylvanas doesn't seem to care either, does she care?

Before, she would say that she cared very much, but now when she analyzed her heart, she found that she didn't care very much either.

Once the war starts, how many orcs will die and how many humans will die, will she be sad about it? It will be sad, but it will not affect your life.

She was born into a noble family and had experienced wars since she was a child. If someone died, she would be sad for a long time. She would have died long ago.

Having experienced three wars, she cherishes the value of peace, but is not afraid of war.

What she cares more about is the sacrifices she has made for peace, and she wants those sacrifices to be meaningful. In essence, this is a fortress built for her past actions. If everything makes sense, her sacrifice is right. If everything doesn't make sense, then her previous actions were wrong!

Jaina hugged her legs and let the sea breeze blow her hair. She sat on the rock and stared blankly at the saber left by her father. She sat there all night long.

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