Vereesa Windrunner looked at the human mage Ronin next to her with disgust. The two of them were hiding among the rocks in the Hillsbrad Hills, near the Arathi Highlands and the Sardo Bridge. In the evening,
, a red dragon flew across the sky, causing the two people to hide quickly.
"Don't touch me! Otherwise I'll cut off your hand!"
Vereesa waved the dagger in her hand. There was still a trace of blood on the dagger. More than ten minutes ago, Luo Ning saw with his own eyes how the dagger pierced the back of an orc scout's heart.
The ruthlessness shown by the Windrunner girl made Luoning somewhat afraid. He shrugged and took two steps back. He was farther away from Vereesa, but the clearing in the mountain stream was so big. He didn't want Luo Ning to retreat any further. He breathed
The rhythm still made Vereesa, who had a good hearing, feel even worse.
But for Luo Ning, the mission sent by Dalaran had a good start. At least there was a pleasant elf girl around him, which made his gloomy mood slightly better.
Ronin accepted the commission from his mentor Krasus and went to Grim Batol to investigate the situation of red dragons and orcs. This was a very dangerous action, but Ronin still accepted it. Maybe he wanted to clear his name in Dalaran.
He may have a bad "reputation" because he wanted to prove something. In short, he came to Hillsbrad Hills alone with a portable teleportation array made by the archmage himself.
As for the other member of this secret operation, Vereesa Windrunner, this outstanding ranger from Quel'Thalas, this time she just came out to relax.
"Hey, humans!"
The red dragon's figure disappeared into the dim sky. Vereesa shook her head, jumped out of the mountain stream, leaned against a tree, and said to Luo Ning:
"Is there any wine?"
"Well?"
This request somewhat surprised the mage. In his impression, the high elves represented by Prince Kael'thas were very elegant and respected etiquette. Before he set off from Dalaran, Prince Kael'thas made a special trip
After receiving him, he temporarily taught him some detection magic that only elves can use, and the farewell dinner held in the prince's wizard tower also made Luo Ning feel the only warmth in the cold city.
This somewhat made Luo Ning have a good impression of the high elves, but the silver-haired beauty in front of him overturned Luo Ning's impression of the high elves.
It can be seen that Veresa comes from a well-known family and has a certain temperament in every move she makes. However, her behavior is rough and reckless, with a hint of venting. And if you look closely, you can see that although Veresa's eyes are very beautiful, they are completely concealed.
Those dark circles under her eyes didn't form overnight. This girl must have been having a very bad life recently.
"Give."
Luo Ning took out a wine bottle from his storage backpack, froze it with frost magic, and handed it to Vereesa. It was not that he had any thoughts about this elf. In fact, no human mage would have such a thought.
delusion.
With knowledge and insight, they know very well that the love between short-lived and long-lived species is destined to be a tragedy from the beginning.
But any man, seeing such a little beauty drinking alone, would be more or less curious and...concerned.
So Luo Ning sat quietly 10 meters away from Vereesa. He took out a piece of bacon, cut it, and handed it to Vereesa with his magic hand. The latter took it in her hand and heard
Luo Ning asked in a low voice:
"You...you are from the Windrunner family, right?"
"Um?"
Vereesa narrowed her eyes into a straight line and stared at Luo Ning with a dangerous look:
"I don't remember telling you my last name!"
"No, no, no, don't think too much about it."
Luo Ning took a bite of bacon and said with a smile: "Maris and I are friends. Maris, you know, right? Nathanos Maris, Lordaeron's first ranger general, it is said that he was
For a while, I studied with the Ranger General of Windrunner in Quel'Thalas, but was injured in an accident, so I came back to Lordaeron to train."
"Oh, that disgusting human being."
Vereesa was already a little tipsy. She was not a ranger with a good drink capacity. She looked at Luo Ning and said sarcastically:
"He wants to play with my sister's feelings! What a disgusting bastard! You should ask if the arrow I shot him during their date was accurate enough! Does his left leg still hurt?"
"Well..."
The atmosphere of the conversation became awkward again. Luo Ning did hear that there was some inside story about his friend Nathanos' accidental injury, but Maris himself was unwilling to tell it, and it was difficult for Luo Ning to ask. Now it seems that Rodan
The gossip about Maris and that general Sylvanas that was spread in London is not groundless.
"But I heard that the relationship between Maris and General Ranger is very pure. He is also a polite gentleman. He is not likely to do..."
Luo Ning decided to defend his friend, but as soon as he started to speak, he saw Vereesa draw out the bow with her backhand at super speed, nock an arrow and open the bow, almost in the blink of an eye, there was a flash of cold light.
The arrow pierced the ground at his feet, less than a finger's width away from his legs.
This frightened the young mage into a cold sweat. He jumped up and shouted to Vereesa:
"Are you crazy?"
Vereesa's eyes were dangerous, staring at him like a hunter in the dark:
"Don't mention him in front of me!"
There was silence between the two people again, until more than ten minutes later, Luo Ning lit up a bonfire in the falling night. The two of them sat by the bonfire in silence. Luo Ning glanced at Vereesa secretly, and then
Open your mouth and say:
"So, you were expelled from the Farstrider Legion because of this incident?"
Vereesa sat by the campfire, holding her knees with her hands, and replied without raising her head:
"You know a lot, human."
"It is necessary to understand the situation of our companions. Before I left, Lord Lor'themar told me something about you."
Luo Ning whispered:
"He was very sorry about this. He said that you were supposed to be an excellent ranger lord and assist your sister, but due to impulse, you two sisters had a big quarrel. He asked me to take care of you during the mission.
"
"I don't need to take care of you! I appreciate your kindness."
Vereesa said coldly:
"Women of the Windrunner family don't need men to take care of them! Just don't hold me back."
"In addition, I am more curious. I hope you can answer the question that has been buried in my heart for several years."
Ronin's expression also became sad. He looked back at the Hillsbrad Hills shrouded in darkness behind him, and whispered:
"During the Orc War, I lost friends in this forest. I was the only one who survived. We were ambushed by a death knight in the forest, but it was not a death knight belonging to the tribe."
The mage stared at Vereesa across the bonfire. He knew that this question might anger the moody ranger in front of him, but he had to ask it:
"I want to ask you, those death knights, Tyrion, Tyrion, Blade of Dawn, what is his relationship with the Windrunners? Where is he now? What is he doing? Will he come back?"
"What? Do you want to avenge your dead companions?"
Vereesa raised her head and looked at Ronin. The pain on the mage's face was not disguised. The ranger could tell. Therefore, she was willing to answer this question, but her tone was still as bad as before:
"Just you?"
"Give it up, Ronin. Even Tyrion 4 years ago could easily strangle you to death, let alone now..."
Vereesa's voice became hoarse:
"My sister, Alleria, the original leader of the Windrunners, she voluntarily stayed in Draenor in order to save that dark soul. She was going to die! She grew up with Tyrion, and she always felt that
There is still kindness in Tyrion's heart...Okay, okay, I admit, maybe he does still have some conscience."
The Windrunner girl huddled up next to the bonfire. She hated Ronin, but at this time, in this quiet night, away from Quel'Thalas that upset her, she was willing to hide her heart.
Tell it to other people, especially a stranger... a guy who could die in the mission at any time.
"When the orcs attacked Quel'Thalas, Rilas and I hid in Silvermoon City. I wanted to go out to fight, but my eldest sister and my second sister stopped me at the city gate."
Vereesa's eyes stared at the bonfire in front of her without focus, and she whispered:
"They took the rangers to support the frontline battlefield. Our mother was trapped in that battlefield. Everyone was worried. At that time, we didn't know that Tyrion was already in Quel'Thalas. He opened the enchantment and put
The orcs were released into the Eversong Forest...but at the most critical moment, he closed the barrier and trapped the orcs in the battlefield."
"It's hard to say why he did it, but then everyone said he was actually helping Quel'Thalas, but I didn't believe it! I didn't believe a dead man could be so kind until I saw my mother's tombstone, Tyrion
, the tombstone erected by Tyrion... Oh, I haven’t mentioned yet, he is the adopted son of our family, and my mother treats him as her own son."
Vereesa spoke in confusion, which represented her confused state of mind at this time.
"He avenged his mother, killed the orc warlock, and then pursued him for thousands of miles, and completely killed him in the Tomb of Sargeras. These are all mentioned in the letter sent back by the eldest sister. She felt that Tyrion could still be saved.
...But what does it have to do with me whether Tyrion is alive or dead? Although I call him brother, I care more about my sister! My eldest sister Alleria...she stayed in Draenor,
No one knows what happened to her, no one knows how the cold undead will treat her."
Two tears burst out from the corners of Vereesa's eyes, and her voice trembled.
"I dare not think about it. I can't sleep every night, and my second sister is also very sad. I can feel that she is uneasy and worried, but she is always cold and cold, and she will not show it.
Until I found out that she was still dating that human being... The eldest sister clearly told her before she left! And when her family’s life and death were unknown, she was still dating!”
A flash of anger shone in Vereesa's eyes:
"I shot Nathanos with an arrow. I just wanted to warn her that I could have aimed at his heart...Nathanos made me see the shadow of Tyrion. They were just as polite and polite.
The affection is deep and comforting, but the more this happens, the less I can let my second sister suffer the same fate! I want to protect my family! In my own way!"
The stubbornness in that language made Ronin couldn't help but shudder, but after a moment, after he calmed down, he looked at Vereesa, he sighed, and handed a handkerchief to the ranger,
He said softly:
"Actually, you are thinking about him too, right? From your words, although you said you hate Tyrion, I can tell that you really regard him as a relative. Sorry, I can't imagine my own relatives.
What will happen to me after suffering such misfortune? Maybe I will be more extreme than you..."
The mage shook his head:
"Compared with what you have experienced, my past sufferings are nothing to mention. I'm sorry for arousing your sadness."
"Your suffering?"
Vereesa sneered and wiped her tears with a handkerchief. She looked at Luo Ning: "What suffering do you have? How can you understand my pain."
"Me, I am a useless person."
Luo Ning was not angry because of Vereesa's ridicule. He smiled mockingly and whispered:
"I am also an unlucky person. You know, the mages of Dalaran like to tease the younger generations and give them nicknames. My nickname is...Walking Disaster. It's all because of my bad luck and my
Incompetence..."
In the quiet night of Hillsbrad Hills, humans and elves chatted aimlessly. In the glow of a bonfire, the night had slowly passed. At this time, in the snow-shrouded Kazmo
Dan, Alleria reached out and brushed her dark golden hair. She looked at the north beyond the mountains in front of her. Behind her were five blood elf watchers headed by Nasa.
The cold snowflakes from Khaz Modan slapped on the bodies of this group of people, but it failed to make them feel cold, because the blood flowing in the blood vessels of their bodies was colder than ice cubes.
Alleria stretched out her hand, caught a handful of snowflakes in her palm, licked her lips with her scarlet tongue, and whispered:
"We're almost there, Grim Batol, red dragon, black dragon... It is said that fresh dragon blood will be delicious..."
