This is a golden mage robe, legendary equipment, Belovar's last stand.
Belovar Salona, the former Grand Magister of Quel'Thalas, was seriously injured when Silvermoon City fell. He used his last mana to teleport away Countess Liadrin in order to tell the world
The truth about the fall of Silvermoon City, but it is a pity that Liadrin succumbed to the brutality of the orcs and failed to fulfill his last wish.
Later, Belovar was resurrected as a Scourge Mage by Kel'Thuzad. He specially built this legendary piece of equipment and sent it to Silvermoon City to Countess Liadrin.
Unexpectedly, Liadrin casually put it on the auction house, sold it for a sky-high price, and finally fell into the hands of King Greymane.
Jaina happily picked up this robe. It was tailor-made for Liadrin and suitable for a slender woman.
King Greymane whispered: "My promise is still valid, but I have to add one more thing. The person who inherits the throne in the future must be a member of the Greymane family."
Jaina said angrily: "How should I arrange my heirs?"
King Greymane lowered his voice: "Dragons and humans cannot breed offspring."
Jaina snorted coldly, stopped talking about the matter, and politely welcomed the arrival of King Greymane.
The next person to visit was the tauren warchief Bain Bloodhoof, who walked into Theramore with a small group of followers. Bain looked around uneasily.
Baine lifted the black hood covering his head and face: "Dear Queen Jaina, I am very worried about being discovered by Garrosh, but this is a risk worth taking. I hope to get more shares of the Magic Network. Thunder Bluff can
A druid army was established. Thousands of druids stood on Thunder Bluff and cast moonfire spells. What a spectacular scene."
Jaina asked simply: "Do you want to betray the Horde and Garrosh?"
Bain said solemnly: "I didn't have the guts originally, but the number of tauren in Thunder Bluff has dropped sharply, and they will be eaten up by the orcs. The last person to be put on the table must be me, the chief, Queen Jaina, if you can promise me
Under certain conditions, the tauren are willing to make cows and horses for you."
"Well, Bain, human tradition will never eat cattle in the fields."
Jaina told a cold joke and led Baine into the inn to rest, deliberately placing him next door to King Greymane in the hope of creating sparks.
The next person to visit was Emera Bronzebeard, one of the dwarf leaders. He first hugged Jaina warmly and said loudly:
"My best friend, you must give Ironforge a sufficient share of the magic network. Yes, just give it to us Dark Iron dwarves. The fools in Ironforge only know how to forge iron, and the fools in Wildhammer are focused on raising griffins.
, they don’t need the magic net, only we Dark Iron dwarves concentrate on studying magic.”
Jaina chuckled and said, "I remember that the Dark Iron Dwarves are only proficient in fire magic."
Aimola pretended to be mysterious: "Magic is all figured out, and the Dark Iron dwarves are not weak in the arcane field. General Shaslar of the Molten Core is a master of arcane arts, and taught the Dark Iron dwarves arcana.
Magic, believe me, the Dark Iron dwarves love arcane magic."
Jaina cordially entertained Emera and arranged for her to stay in the best room.
Prophet Velen came uninvited, and Jaina greeted him out with an unhappy look on his face.
None of the leaders of the Alliance likes the prophet Velen. If it weren't for Velen's extraordinary incompetence, the orcs would not have invaded Azeroth.
This old guy likes to think of himself as a prophet and points fingers everywhere, which is really disgusting.
Prophet Velen stroked his beard, shook his head and said:
"The planet Argus once had a magic network, and I presided over the construction of it. It was a great miracle of the Eredar people. Naaru guided us, and I saw the vision of the future. If I were in charge of the distribution of the magic network authority,
, will bring peace and hope to Azeroth."
Jaina threatened maliciously: "Prophet Velen, Thrall and Garrosh will be here soon. They are willing to put you on the table and eat you in one bite."
Velen's face changed with fright, and he said uneasily: "Probably not, the orcs are kind and kind, we used to live in peace in Draenor... I need a separate building, and the orcs will never be allowed to come close to me.
Room... By the way, Jaina, if you give me the right to distribute the magic network, I am willing to give you a big gift."
Jaina asked with interest: "What kind of gift is it?"
Velen explained: "The heart of the crow god Rukhmar allows you to transform into Rukhmar. Like the dragon, it is a flying creature with a huge body. You will not suffer any loss when reproducing offspring."
Jaina managed to maintain a smile: "Thank you to the draenei people for their generosity. We will talk when we have the opportunity in the future."
Lor'themar Theron of Silvermoon City arrived, and with him was the leader of the Dalaran Sunreavers, Aethas Sunreaver, one of the six-man council.
Lor'themar's face was filled with enthusiasm: "Dear Queen Jaina, this is a great day. I specially invited Aesas to witness my apprenticeship ceremony. From today on, you will be my mentor.
, please accept my disciple’s bow.”
The corners of Jaina's lips curled up slightly, and she shook her head in embarrassment: "I can't accept that my disciple is hundreds of years older than me."
Lor'themar said seriously: "In the field of magic, seniority has nothing to do with age."
Jaina shrugged and said, "I'm sorry, it's hard for me to accept. Let me think about it."
Lor'themar persisted, but was stopped by Aethas.
Isaacs whispered: "Antonidas will be here soon. It won't be too late to perform the apprenticeship ceremony then."
Sure enough, Sylvanas and Antonidas arrived together.
Antonidas took a serious look at Jaina and said with a serious expression: "Jaina, the relationship between you and me as master and apprentice has ended. Because of your outstanding contribution to Azeroth, I accept the apprentice as your master. From now on, you and I will be our apprentices."
Brothers and sisters are worthy of each other."
Looking at Antonidas with a gray beard, Jaina didn't know what to say.
Sylvanas said gently: "Although Antonidas is my subordinate, he has been of great help to me. I always treat him as an elder."
Jaina was secretly happy. After all, Sylvanas was also her junior.
King Varian brought a large fleet and consulted privately with Jaina.
"Listen to me, Jaina, Kalecgos is definitely not a good match. You and I are similar in age, and we are a perfect match. If the Kingdom of Stormwind can unite with Theramore, the strength of the alliance will be even greater. I have tried to make it happen countless times over the years.
Regarding this matter, I know your thoughts, and your heart is not in me."
Jaina maintained her smile awkwardly. In order to get more access to the Magic Network, the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde went crazy.
Varian said seriously:
"You like my son Anduin. There is no need to deny it. I understand. Don't worry, I will definitely facilitate this. Anduin will never refuse. I promise that you will inherit the throne of Stormwind City in the future. If you
After agreeing, this fleet will be used as a betrothal gift, and it will take advantage of this grand event for the leaders of the alliance and tribe to witness the grand wedding."
Jaina was giddy with excitement, and her heart was filled with joy.
Everyone admires me, and the stars support the moon. This feeling is so good, it feels like flying.
"I'm sorry, King Varian, I have to say...well, we will discuss it after the meeting." Jaina said tactfully.