Darkmoon Circus, a famous circus founded by the dwarf Hiras Darkmoon, has its internal members from various races in Azeroth, humans, dwarfs, dwarfs, orcs, trolls, taurens, and even ogres...

They travel around the world, bringing laughter and joy to people, promoting anti-war philosophy, and advocating world peace.

The Dark Moon Circus is indeed a warm family that gathers anti-war people from all races. What they do is also a combination of education and entertainment. In the laughter, it persuades Azeroth to confront different ethnic groups, put aside their hatred for each other, and jointly create a beautiful world without disputes.

But Angma discovered in his previous life that many details showed that the Dark Moon Circus was not as simple as they appeared on the surface, and it might even be a secret evil organization that was unknown to the world and had unknown purpose.

However, the Dark Moon Circus is just a pure circus. It has not bought the entire Dark Moon Island and operated it as a base camp. After spending a long time in the circus, he did not see any strange phenomena. The circus staff are limited to humans, dwarfs and dwarves. The most eye-catching ones are the silly ogres and the gnoll who do free divination for tourists. There are no members of the races from the Kalimdo continent, and the troll fireworks merchants who don’t know which tribe they come from.

It seems that the Dark Moon Circus has not yet developed to the level of later generations.

Angma didn't have the heart to study the truth behind this circus. He focused all his attention on Anwina. Since she entered the circus gate, she had been lonely and could not extricate herself from being sad.

Through the same origin energy of the Sun Well rooted in Angma, a certain shackle in the depths of Angma's memory was opened.

That was Borrel, who was incarnated by Crasus. He was worried that someone would be ill-intentioned and covet the remnants of the last essence of the Well of the Sun, and set up the profound spells, and used magic to create parents for Anwina to hide her identity in front of outsiders.

Borre created a complete memory for Anwina, making her think that she was an ordinary human girl. In order to avoid the war, she came to Tarenmere with her parents to settle down, living a peaceful life that was not rich but was better than a peaceful and beautiful life.

Until Angma's appearance broke all this.

Even if Anwina is essentially a magic creature of extremely high level, it is difficult to accept it all at once when facing a sudden upheaval.

Later, the orphans from the refugee camp were found next to the carousel, and Anwena's face had a long-lost smile.

The two of them took a group of cheering children to play all the entertainment facilities in the circus, watched the ogre elbow crushed stones, the troll fireworks performance, and the dwarf man wearing a floral skirt and red lips. The children licked the delicious ice cream made by the dwarf ice machine and left the circus with satisfaction.

"Let's go back for supper, okay?" Anwina said to the orphans.

"Okay!" the children responded in a silence.

Angma discovered that while accompanying these orphans, Angna's face always had a smile from the bottom of her heart. This smile seemed to be magical, which would infect every passerby passing by her, making people's steps become light and brisk.

Just as she used her own glory to care for the vast forests of Quel'thalas, and all the creatures that survived in it.

She was really too innocent, but instead made Angma even more cruel.

"So, have you made a decision?" Angma asked after sending the orphan back to the refugee camp.

Anwena's smile gradually calmed down, "I have parents..."

You don't have parents, those two people are just shadows of magic - but Angma didn't say it in the end.

Anweina watched the orphans jumping away with joy, "And these poor children, I...I..."

She frowned and stared at her feet, as if she was experiencing a painful struggle. After a while, she turned around and looked up at Angma, her eyes full of desire, as if she was asking for his understanding.

Looking at the girl's delicate face, Angma sighed. He respected Anwina's personal wishes and would not allow any compulsive elements to be mixed in her return.

He asked, “Do you need some time to think about this?”

Anwina nodded.

"It can't be too long, okay? Quel'thalas needs you, so does the holy tree Sass Allah." Angma added.

Anwena took a deep breath and said "Hmm", "Thank you... Can you tell me your name?"

"Angma Morningstar." After saying that, he waved to the distance and said loudly, "Come out, Miss Night Elf, how long are you going to follow us?"

Then, in Anwina's surprised gaze, a graceful figure slowly appeared next to the thick oak tree, and the night elves looked a little embarrassed.

"Uh, how did you see through my hiding?"

Angma pointed to the sun in the sky and said, "It's day now, Miss Istalia."

Earlier, when he saw Istalia facing a large number of guards, he protected Anvina firmly behind her, and felt good about her. She was very brave.

Although she didn't understand how she met Anvina, she seemed to be very protective of the latter. Angma realized that Istalia might become a bond connecting the blood elves and the night elves. She was the granddaughter of Vandal Deer Helmet. With Vandal's love for her granddaughter, perhaps her words, actions and actions could affect the great druid of the Senario parliament who was of great importance in the night elves society.

As the saying goes, "multiple friends have multiple paths, multiple enemies have multiple walls." No matter how fragile the relationship between the two sides is, any friendly force that can help the blood elves get out of the predicament is worthy of intercourse.

"Eavesdropping on others is not a polite act, Miss Istalia," said Angma.

Istalia wrinkled her nose and walked up angrily, holding Anvina's arm, trying to straighten her body and look straight at Angma, but the thin human clothing was tightened to her towering chest.

"I heard it all! You bad guy want to kidnap Anwena, I won't let you succeed!"

As she said that, she took Anwena's petite body into her broad mind, tried to look fierce, and looked at Angma.

"Who said I'm going to kidnap Anvina?" Angma suddenly felt entertained, "Miss Istaria, the big druid has left Dalaran. Are you not worried at all that you are left alone on this continent far away from your hometown?"

"Ah?" Istalia opened her mouth in surprise, and soon her eyes were filled with tears, and she choked and said, "Grandpa doesn't want me anymore..."

Anweina didn't care about her failure, so she hurriedly grabbed the hand of this night elf friend who had just met for a few days and was as innocent as a child, and comforted her softly.

After crying for a while, Istalia saw the successful smile on Angma's face, then she reacted and wiped away her tears and said angrily: "You are lying! Grandpa can't leave me alone, don't try to change the topic, you bad guy!"

Angma laughed a few times, her expression suddenly became serious, and she asked seriously: "Miss Istaria, if there are really bad people coming to capture Anwina, will you protect her?"

"Of course." Istalia was completely unthinking.

Angma looked at the night elf girl for a while, then took out a light purple rune stone from her arms and handed it to Istalia and Anwina.

"What is this?" Istalia asked suspiciously by picking up two rune stones in her hand.

"I'm not a bad guy, but there are many bad guys looking for Anwina. If you get into trouble, press the magic runes carved on the stone. No matter how far I'll come," Angma explained.

This is a simple magic communication object, which is simple to inspire and has endless magical uses. It mainly uses a mother stone. The same runes are carved on the child stone through magic. There can be many child stones. Once someone presses the runes on it, when the force exceeds the ordinary unintentional touch, the child stone will be stimulated and the mother stone will shine at the same time. It is often used as a kind of single early warning information transmission.

Although this gadget is single-purpose, it is extremely troublesome to make, and the magic materials consumed are very expensive.

Istalia put the rune stone in front of her eyes and looked suspiciously. Until Anvina said "It's okay", smiled and took one of them and put them in her arms. She asked suspiciously: "Why give us this?"

"It's just an emergency measure. I hope there won't be that day... Okay, it's getting late, and it's time for me to go back. Time is running out, Anwina." Angma glanced at Anwina deeply, and then said to Istalia: "Miss Night Elf, please remember your promise."

Istalia waved her fist at him, "You don't need to say this!"

After saying goodbye to the two, Angma came to Tarenmere's lord's mansion.

This magnificent miniature castle was originally the property of the Barov family. After the Second War, the tragic Barov family, the Barov family, who was shocked by the betrayal of the Utrank Kingdom, was regarded as a typical example by King Terenas, killing the chicken to warn the monkey and confiscating all its assets to intimidate all the Altrank residents and the exiled nobles who had been involved in the betrayal.

Now this lord's mansion has become the residence of Viscount Bren Tucker, the legal ruler here.

Without much effort, Angma used his invisibility spell to trick the guards on guard and slipped in. After a while, he found Bren Tucker's room.

Both father and son are inside. It sounds like Mayor Tucker is teaching his son a lesson and elaborating on him in detail how to protect the family's "legal" rights and interests in Tarenmere.

"Hello two."

Angma pushed the door open and pointed his finger. The housekeeper who was making suggestions for the two people immediately fainted and "plopped" and fainted on the ground.

The father and son were shocked and looked at the housekeeper who was not sure whether he was dead or alive. He was so shocked that he was so shocked that he could not escape the sky.

"It's you?" Mayor Tucker tried to calm down. "Your Majesty is not afraid that I will come to Master Dalaran to arrest you?"

Even if Bren Tucker has a slight status, his understanding of the world is still at an extremely shallow level. In his limited understanding, Dalaran is synonymous with power.

"Of course not afraid. The prince of my clan is one of the supreme rulers of Dalaran. Why do you think I am afraid of Dalaran?" Angma smiled, "I am here to collect the accounts, and let the noble son grow his mind."

After saying that, two balls of burning flames appeared on his palm, which looked extremely terrible, but in fact they were just a demonstrative and harmless trick.

He stretched out his hand gently, and two balls of flames suddenly penetrated into the bodies of the father and son.

"What is this? No, I'm about to get burned!" Brad scratched his body, and looked at Mayor Tucker, which was not much better than his son. He soon started to wail in the pain of burning his body.

Angma watched the two of them feel uncomfortable for a long time until the pain subsided. They collapsed on the floor and gasped heavily, and their bodies were soaked in sweat. Then she spoke: "If you have any inappropriate thoughts about Anwina, it will be more than just enduring pain. The magical elements left in your body will burn you to ashes."

In fact, this is a completely lie, but it is enough to scare the father and son. For ordinary people, mages are extremely mysterious existences, especially a magic origin from the eyes of ordinary humans (the former high elves taught the mystery of human magic): the blood elf mage of Quelthalas.

Angma took out another rune stone, stepped forward and put it in Mayor Tucker's hand, and asked with a smile: "Master, can you do me a little favor?"

"What's the busy?" After a heart-wrenching pain, Mayor Tucker could no longer be tough. He dodged Angma's gaze and leaned on the ground and trembled.

"Please understand a mage's all-round protection of the people he values. Can you send a team of guards to protect Anwena secretly? Of course, if Anwena notices their existence, or your subordinates, they are not reliable..."

The twisted air burned on Angma's palm again, and the terrible flames of temperature were terrible, and the threat was self-evident.

Mayor Tucker nodded quickly.

"Once you find something abnormal, press the pattern on it. Do you remember?"

Mayor Tucker nodded again.

"Please take good care of your lives and say goodbye."
Chapter completed!