It was already dark, and Angmar couldn't sleep, so he simply put on some clothes and went to the city garden to relax.

He knew nothing about the conversations among the Kirin Tor Council members after he left, and had no idea that his words had caused a butterfly effect.

Some of the entourage selected by Aethas in Dalaran, apart from those previously stationed here, the high elves who settled in Dalaran - now probably called blood elves - were not reliable.

The Kingdom of Quel'Thalas has always been on good terms with Dalaran. Attracted by the more enlightened system and richer academic atmosphere, many high elves yearn for this magical city-state where almost all the top mages in the Eastern Continent gather.

There are quite a few high elves who have settled here. Although they are still loyal to the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, they obviously regard themselves as half Dalaran and do not have much sense of belonging to their homeland. Because most of them are already here.

I have lived here for one or two generations, grown up, matured and achieved success here.

They were equally heartbroken by the tragedy that happened in Quel'Thalas, but undoubtedly not as much as the blood elves who were born and raised here. Even the reason why they respected Kael'thas was probably more due to his six Kirin Tor

Membership of the Council, not blood of the Sunstrider royal family.

In later generations, many blood elves still regarded themselves as high elves and refused to return to the tribe. On the one hand, it was because after Kael'thas defected to the Burning Legion, he tried to summon Kil'jaeden to come to Azeroth, which caused anger and resentment. On the other hand,

It's here.

Thinking of the imminent disaster, Angmar couldn't help but sigh and looked up at the night sky.

The moon was sparse, and the stars in the sky were guarding the two full moons, one large and one small. It should have been a beautiful scene, but it was made particularly solemn by the haze shrouding the north of the Eastern Continent.

As if in response to Angmar, a faint sigh came from a corner of the garden.

Angma looked for fame and saw a graceful figure standing in front of the flowers and under the moon, with long golden hair and bright color. Her robe was loose but could not hide her tall and curvy figure. She was gazing at the bright moon with sadness and resentment, as if she was reading something new.

Worry about things.

"Your Highness, are you here too...to admire the moon?" Angmar said.

Who in the entire Dalaran can be called "Her Royal Highness" is naturally the close disciple of Antonidas, the leader among the young generation of human mages, and the princess of Kul Tiras, Jaina Proudmoore.

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Jaina turned around, forced a smile, nodded politely and said:

"Hello, Envoy of Angmar."

Angmar also didn't expect to meet Jaina here. He knew what this princess, who was the leader of mankind in terms of talent and beauty, was worried about.

During this period in the official history, Jaina had been trying to convince her mentor to believe in the prophecy of the "Raven Prophet" and lead the people of Dalaran to seek refuge westward. But the stubborn Antonidas would not listen at all, and the master and apprentice finally had a quarrel.

They broke up unhappy.

It seems that the current Jaina may have been trained by her mentor and is feeling depressed because she was not recognized.

But soon she will cheer up, lead all the people who are willing to follow her, and cross the ocean to find a paradise in the distant Kalimdor.

It has to be said that Gianna's life has been extremely rough.

Not only did her lover Alsace fall in front of her eyes, but her mentor also died at the hands of her former lover. Between peace and family love, she chose justice and let her father die in front of her eyes.

For this decision that Jaina regretted her whole life, Angmar was both sad and angry about her misfortune, and also felt emotional.

On one side were tens of thousands of innocent civilians in Theramore who were in urgent need of recuperation, and on the other side was Daelin Proudmoore, the father who led a powerful fleet from the Eastern Continent with the intention of once and for all solving the orc threat—for his daughter.

In the post-war environment where the people are in dire straits, the power is declining, and there is no more energy left to fight a protracted war, whether to work hard to seize the peace as if walking on thin ice, or to fight for a once-and-for-all future regardless of sacrifices is a matter of opinion.

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But...the peace in Theramore was bought by Jaina at the expense of her father's death.

When Daelin Proudmoore, who insisted on going his own way, was killed, the Kul Tiras fleet was leaderless, and the war was declared aborted. Half of the fleet returned to Kul Tiras, and the rest stayed on Daelin's southeast coast in the Barrens.

In the military fortress "Northern Castle" built at the landing site, full of hatred for the orcs and dissatisfaction with their royal highness, Theramore was always alert to possible attacks from Durotar.

Jaina's choice was wrong based on the results. But there is no truth in history, only one truth remains.

It is undeniable that this choice allowed the tribe led by Thrall to maintain peace with Theramore for a long time. The people who had been devastated by natural disasters chose to follow her westward and arrived in the unfamiliar Dustwallow Swamp.

Being able to stay away from the haze of war. Until Thrall, in order to join the journey of saving the world, handed over the leadership to the war madman Garrosh. Hell roared, and the scene that no one wanted to see finally appeared.

From this aspect, Jaina did make a sacrifice. It was pitiful, sad, and hateful.

But once a mistake is made, it cannot be undone no matter how much you regret it.

Jaina's mistake was that she had high hopes for peace between humans and orcs. Under the influence of external environmental factors, the possibility of long-term peace was slim. Because the blood feud between the two races started during the First and Second Wars.

It was written with the blood of countless soldiers and the screams of countless innocent people.

Choosing peace is not a mistake. Because no one knows that the beautiful planet Azeroth will usher in the most turbulent period in history in the next few decades. Any peace will be destroyed one after another by catastrophes.

In a chaotic and complex environment, they become fragile and breakable at the touch of a finger.

Even if the leaders of both sides deeply understand the value of peace and have been trying hard to maintain the hard-won peace, they will eventually fail. When Thrall stepped down from the responsibility of warchief and embarked on the path of shaman to save Ai.

After Xerath, the war madman Garrosh Hellscream who succeeded him immediately launched an attack on Theramore.

Jaina did not relax her vigilance against the hawks among the orcs. The scouts scattered throughout Dustwallow Swamp and the heavy troops deployed in the northern castle were the best examples. After receiving the news of the impending attack, she also

Send a request for help to the Kingdom of Stormwind to repel the first tribe to attack.

The Alliance responded immediately and sent its most elite vanguard troops and most outstanding generals to Theramore.

But what everyone didn't expect was that the "army" sent by the tribe was just a harmless airship. When this ordinary goblin airship emerged from the dense clouds and dropped a stolen

When the blue dragon clan's artifact "Focusing Iris" transformed into a magic bomb, the people in Theramore did not realize for a while that a disaster was about to come.

With the explosion of the "Focusing Iris", Theramore was razed to the ground. The peace that the two sides had worked so hard to maintain for more than ten years evaporated at this time.

The successive blows gave Jaina the character of a tragic hero. Her growth experience was distorted by this, and she eventually transformed into a war witch. From then on, she gradually drifted away on the road to revenge.

Personally, Angmar resented Jaina's betrayal of her father.

But ultimately, his perception is the same as for every flesh-and-blood hero in Azeroth. Kael'thas, Arthas, Illidan, Antonidas, Orgrim... they made a

The choices made, and the mistakes made that made onlookers sigh, together composed a generous tragic song called "World of Warcraft".

And Gianna is the most representative microcosm of this world full of tragedy.

The historical process has been a long time away from that time. At this time, Jaina was not the tragic Queen of Theramore in later generations.

Angmar smiled and looked into Jaina's eyes, "Is Her Royal Highness distressed because of her disagreement with Lord Antonidas?"

There was surprise in Jaina's eyes, "How do you know?"

"Because I can understand the sadness in His Highness' eyes. I once had the same idea, but the Kirin Tor Council turned a deaf ear to my warning." Angmar pursed his lips and formed a forced smile.

Maybe it was the sympathy between the two that brought them closer together, which somewhat diluted the awkwardness of being interrupted when they were alone in the dead of night. Jaina asked curiously: "Do you also believe in the prophecy of the Crow Prophet?"

To avoid possible disagreements, Jaina did not call him Medivh, even though she believed in it.

"Your Highness, I believe that is Medivh himself." Angmar said with a bitter smile, "But Lord Antonidas doesn't believe it, and the Kirin Tor doesn't believe it either."

Jaina sighed, sat on the bench, put her elbows on her knees, and said quietly: "I have never found that the mentor is so... stubborn. He doesn't listen to my words at all, how could it be like this?

Woolen cloth?"

She needs other people's approval so much.

Looking like that, Angmar couldn't help but sigh. Without the dazzling aura of the princess of Kul Tiras, the beloved disciple of the leader of Dalaran, etc., Jaina was just a twenty-three-year-old woman. But she would be alone when the disaster came.

She is the only one who knows how hard it is to carry a heavy burden alone.

Angmar moved forward, sat on the bench opposite her, and said seriously: "Your Highness, this is not stubborn."

Jaina's expression was still bitter.

"Have you ever thought about it, when the Scourge army is pressing down on the border and there are Alliance soldiers fighting bloody battles in the front, if Dalaran in the rear announces its evacuation, what will those soldiers do? What about the civilians who are still stranded in Lordaeron?

What to do?" Angmar asked.

"But..." Jaina twitched her naughty hair around her ears with some irritation, but couldn't find the words to refute him.

Angmar said softly: "Anyone can leave, except the mages of Dalaran, and even less Lord Antonidas, because he is the spiritual pillar of the entire Dalaran. Every word, every action, and every move represents Dalaran."

Laran. Once the news that "the leader of Dalaran intends to abandon the defense of the westward crossing" spreads, I am afraid it will immediately cause panic. By then, the morale of the military will be unstable, not to mention who will still have the heart to fight for this land, even if it does

The evacuation plan has been successfully launched, but how much time will it take? Will the Scourge allow millions of people to escape freely? The shortage of ships is only a necessary problem, and the possibility that the land route may be cut off at any time is the crux.

Dalaran is the last resort for those soldiers who are still fighting against the Scourge for their homeland."

"When you say that, I...I seem to have become a coward." Jaina lowered her head and spoke like a mosquito.

"Sometimes, retreating requires more courage than moving forward. When you are at the rear rescuing refugees who are eager to escape suffering, there is always someone standing in front of the stage to protect you from the wind and rain. When you find that the Scourge Legion is unstoppable, Lord Antonidas also

You will definitely be happy that you made the right choice. Do what you think is right. The war situation requires Dalaran, but those refugees who are in urgent need of help also need a powerful foreign princess to rescue them, right?

?I believe that Lord Antonidas will leave the important task of leading the people to evacuate to you."

"So you support me?" Jaina's eyes lit up, but soon dimmed, "But I am far from being able to evacuate all refugees."

"Then just do good deeds and don't worry about the future. Facing the ever-changing future, this is all we can do."

Jaina was startled, thinking about Angmar's words. The more she thought about it, the more she felt the aftertaste was endless. After a while, she raised her head, and the sadness on her face had completely dissipated, and was replaced by a gradually rising determination.

"Thank you, I think I know what to do."

"It's my honor to solve your problems, Your Highness." Angmar stood up, bowed, and left the garden.

In such a troubled world, if you can't be a great savior hero, then just do good deeds and don't worry about your future.

Under the moonlight, Angmar's back was hazy, as if there was a mysterious veil looming. Jaina looked at Angmar's retreating back, and strange thoughts emerged in her heart...
Chapter completed!