Krasus asked in surprise: "Are we going to Karazhan?"
Robbie saw his fear. Medivh put too much pressure on the Dragon Clan, so he shook his head and said:
"No need. Although Thrall was not raised by Blackmoore, he will definitely come to rescue the orcs. We can just wait for him here."
The two settled in Nanhai Town not far away, and within a few days, Anaclos, Khadgar and five others also came over.
The five of them rested for a while in Tarren Mill, and Anachronos warned: "The adventurers who entered this era before Thrall escaped, ended up being food for the orcs. We came earlier, but we cannot take it lightly.
, history will always encounter various accidents."
At this moment, all five of them are in mortal form.
Anachronos is a blood elf, Khadgar does not need to change, Durotan becomes a goblin, Mal'gok is a simple dwarf, and Velen becomes a Gilnean.
Unbeknownst to them, a kobold was quietly following behind.
Orsaid followed everyone from Thunder Bluff to the Caverns of Time, sticking behind everyone like a shadow, and also entered this era.
"Now, is it time to use your skills?" Anachronos ordered loudly: "Go and investigate Durnholde, the more detailed the better. I'll be waiting for you at the Nanhai Town Hotel..."
Khadgar was fine. After all, Anachronos was the leader of the team and had the right to order others to do things.
Durotan bared his fangs and wanted to protest, but when he saw Margok going out happily, he finally held back.
Prophet Velen is the subject of suspicion, and he dare not say more.
The four of them all went out to do things. Anaclos hummed a little tune and walked leisurely along the road to Nanhai Town.
After the catastrophe, Nanhai Town became a vast country, and Anaclos missed the taste of the drinks here.
As soon as he entered the hotel, Anachronos' eyes tightened sharply, and he accidentally noticed a familiar aura.
After transforming into a blood elf, his dragon aura was well controlled and he could not be discovered easily. He calmly found a place to sit down.
There was a woman sitting by the window. She had golden hair and was wearing a mage robe, which highlighted her slim figure. She tilted her head and looked out the window, as if she was worried.
The melancholy and beautiful woman is very attractive. The eyes of the adventurers in the hotel are all focused on her. However, the staff behind the woman warns the adventurers that this is a dangerous mage, so no one dares to come forward.
strike up a conversation.
"Gianna."
Anachronos almost screamed.
Judging from the time, Jaina in this era should be only over twenty years old, a mage apprentice in Dalaran and a disciple of the great mage Antonidas.
The Jaina in front of her has strong magic power, and she has matured a lot. She has a feeling that she has seen all the vicissitudes of life. However, the woman's age is a secret, and even the two dragons cannot see through it.
Anachronos immediately judged that this Jaina, like him, also came through time.
Recalling it carefully, in my memory, Jaina did not use the Cave of Time to travel through time.
Could it be that she comes from the future?
Anachronos's heart was beating fast. What would happen in the future world? Which timeline would become a reality? The Dragon Clan could not know in advance.
In a certain timeline, Jaina replaced Arthas as the Witch King, commanding all the undead in Azeroth.
In another timeline, Jaina personally ended the rule of the five dragon clans, making the dragon clan history.
Jaina drank the morning dew wine, ordered a piece of cake and ate it, seemingly not noticing that a dragon entered the inn.
Anachronos breathed a sigh of relief, and then smiled to himself. He was a dragon, so why was he afraid of Jaina?
Because he was attracted to Jaina, Anachronos did not notice Robbie and Krasus beside him.
"A blood elf, he must be Anachronos." Krasus confirmed.
"Are you sure?" Robbie asked suspiciously.
"How can a dusty traveler keep his collar clean? Anachronos is mysophobic and loves to be clean. He can't go wrong."
Robbie nodded and looked in the direction of Jaina: "I didn't expect that she would come too. The eternal dragon will not help Jaina, only the bronze dragon."
Krasus thought for a while and said: "If you want to know which era Jaina came from, you need to take some risks."
"Do you want to test her strength?" Robbie smiled and said: "We don't need to take action, someone is willing to do it for us."
Boom.
The door of the hotel was kicked open, and a group of people barged in. The leader was a middle-aged man with blond hair and a deep voice.
"Get out of here, you dirty adventurers and a bunch of trash. I declare that the hotel has been booked by the Silver Hand."
This group of people was aggressive and had a tough military temperament. The adventurers did not dare to cause trouble, and they all fled in despair.
Anachronos hesitated for a moment and could only follow the adventurer out the door.
Robbie did not move. A simple magic made everyone ignore their existence and turn a blind eye.
The blond man's eyes swept across the hotel and landed on Jaina by the window.
A Dalaran mage, the blond man hesitated for a moment. He recalled that none of the archmages in Dalaran that he feared were worthy of him, and he suddenly felt confident.
"That Dalaran mage, please go out and let the Silver Hand do some work. The rest of the gang will leave as soon as possible."
Jaina turned her head and said impatiently: "Silver Hand, food for the orcs, get out of here."
The blond man was arrogant: "I am Alexandros Mograine, a high-ranking paladin of the Knights of the Silver Hand and a female mage. I want you to know how powerful I am, but don't cry."
After saying that, Mograine reached out to grab Jaina. He misjudged the situation and thought that he was just a young girl in front of him, and how capable she was.
Bang!
Without even looking at Jaina's spell, Mograine's heavy body flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.
Mograine's comrades all screamed in surprise and hurried out to help him up.
The liaison officer of the Silver Hand, Ethan Lean, snorted coldly:
"Female Mage, the Silver Hand and Dalaran have always been in harmony. You actually hurt our Holy Knights of the Silver Hand and deliberately created conflicts. I'm afraid there is something wrong."
Jaina smiled and said: "You are sharp-tongued and confusing right and wrong. Unfortunately, it is meaningless in the face of strength. Get out of here or I will cut off your arm."
"You dare!"
Before he finished speaking, Isenlien watched helplessly as the two arms left his body and fell to the ground. Blood spurted out quickly and he screamed.
Jaina said coldly: "It's still too late to be healed by the Holy Light, and you won't be disabled. Get out of here."
The Knights of the Silver Hand knew they were in trouble, so they supported Mograine and Isenlien and fled in confusion.
The adventurers returned to the inn and respected Jaina like a god, but no one dared to approach this dangerous woman, leaving a large space around her.
"Oh my god, what kind of power is this?" Crassus asked anxiously.
I didn't see Jaina cast a spell, nor did I feel the elemental fluctuations. She just defeated her opponent lightly.
"The power of the Holy Light." Robbie said extremely seriously.
"This is the Holy Light?" Crassus couldn't believe it.
"The ultimate use of Holy Light will have this effect." Robbie worried: "This means that in the future, the Age of Holy Light will really come."