It is located to the south of the Alterac Mountains, northwest of the Arathi Highlands, and to the south is the sea.
The hilly terrain is vast and fertile, with a large number of farms and one or two settlements.
Nominally, this area belongs to the Kingdom of Lordaeron, but the majesty of the Menethil family cannot be fully demonstrated here.
Gilneas, Alterac, Stromgarde, Dalaran, and even Kul Tiras on the sea are all too close to this area.
On the other hand, the Kingdom of Lordaeron has the farthest influence and distance over this region.
So this place has a little bit of a Sanji zone feel.
The Kingdom of Lordaeron has sovereignty, but because it is too far away, it can only rely on nobles and lords to maintain its rule here.
To be honest, the humans of Azeroth, who have not experienced natural disasters and orcs, are not very good at technology and dominance.
According to Tonatiwu's theory of star soul favor, it means that human beings at this time have not yet received the favor of the world.
Although the arcane talent is excellent, other aspects are mediocre.
It was not until he went through hardships and stood on the front line of defending the world that he gained the favor of the world.
In the end, they became the only ones in Azeroth, and even the Kaldorei had to obey the orders of the human king.
Therefore, it can be said that among the human countries in this period, one is more feudal than the other, and one is more traditional than the other.
The main problem with Hillsbrad Hills is that it is too far from the mainland of Lordaeron and is the southernmost territory of the kingdom.
It's too close to other human kingdoms.
With the technology and governance methods at this time, it would be difficult to maintain complete rule of the Kingdom of Lordaeron here.
The local nobles and lords also had to fight with the forces of other kingdoms if they wanted to gain a foothold in this fertile and primitive land because the kingdom was too far away. The other surrounding kingdoms were closer.
It is impossible for other human kingdoms not to think twice about this fertile land right under their noses.
However, due to the morality among human kingdoms, this is not a world where one race is the strongest after all. Human beings are facing threats from foreign races all the time.
Since the split of the Arathor Empire, there have been very few civil wars among human nations. Those who would have been spurned by their own tribe would have been attacked by the entire human race.
At most, it is just internal strife between some palaces and conflicts within the kingdom.
For thousands of years, there has never been a war between two human kingdoms.
Even though Hillsbrad is so nice and so close.
Human kingdoms such as Alterac and Gilneas can only place some people in them to support some nobles in Lordaeron who are close to them and gain some benefits from them.
It is absolutely impossible for them to take action to acquire territory.
In addition, the Kingdom of Lordaeron has been ruled by several generations of wise kings, and this generation of emperors is still young but already has signs of a sage monarch.
The kingdom is prosperous, the country is strong, and the army is strong. Even if you really want to have a civil war, you have to consider whether it can be fought!
As a result, due to these complex reasons, the fertile Hillsbrad Hills looked like a mixed bag of dragons and snakes, and the situation was extremely complicated.
Except for Stormwind City in the south, which is too far away, almost other human kingdoms have a hand here.
This is a tradition that has been passed down from an era when the Kingdom of Lordaeron was not so powerful.
As the suzerain nation, Lordaeron has always turned a blind eye.
Anyway, no one dared to take action. It was nominally owned by Lordaeron, and it was indeed too far away from the royal capital, so we could only leave it here and let the nobles and lords semi-autonomy.
In this case, there are many farms and estates in the Hillsbrad Hills, and there are few influential large cities. Nanhai Town can barely be counted as one.
At this time, Tonatiu came to the Hillsbrad Hills in this situation.
Night falls.
Elune hung high under the sky, about nine o'clock in the evening.
Tonatiu came to a farm not far from Dalaran and not far from the road that ran through the entire hills.
There are not many villagers in this farm. It was here that Modera was selected by Master Antonidas and taken to Dalaran to study and live.
In other words, this small farm in the middle of the hills is where Modera was born.
Her parents are an ordinary farmer couple in this manor.
While they were out, they were attacked and killed by wild beasts near the hills, and poor Modera became an orphan.
Without the support of Master Antonidas and Dalaran, there is really a question mark as to whether she could have survived to adulthood.
But now Modera has become an unattainable big shot for this small village.
The village was originally the territory of a Viscount of Lordaeron.
After she was officially promoted to master, became a legend, and raised her own mage tower in Dalaran.
The Viscount "sincerely" dedicated this village to Modera.
Seeing how "sincere" he was, Modera graciously accepted the village and made it a territory in her name. In fact, the bosses of Dalaran had similar operations in all the major human kingdoms, among them Hill
Slade is the most hilly.
This is the closest place to the Magic Kingdom, and the land is fertile and the output is extremely rich.
The village where Modera was born has become her private territory, which is not yet controlled by Lordaeron.
This unspoken rule is tacitly accepted by all the major kingdoms.
This village, which is somewhat like a manor, was renamed Modera Village from the unknown Ranke Village in the past.
Modera Village.
It turns out that the lord Viscount came here to rest in a small country villa.
Tonatiu met his first child.
In the warm and comfortable living room of the villa, the Troll King was wearing a fitted cloth robe, and his hands, which had not trembled even with the wings of death, were shaking slightly at this moment.
Because his big hands were holding his own treasure, the fruit of his love with Modera.
A hybrid of a Titan human and a demigod troll who was born a month ago.
Humans in Azeroth have a ten-month pregnancy, which is generally similar to humans on Earth.
But Tonatiu's treasure is a mixed race, and he and Modera are so special.
After staying in her mother's belly for 8 months, she couldn't wait to come into the world!
At that time, Tonatiu left Zutona, could not continue to contact her, and traveled all the way to Dalaran.
Tonatiu looked at his child as if he were the most precious thing in the world.
She was very small, and her whole body was only as big as two of Tonatiu's hands. In fact, she was not small at all. His hands were quite big.
It would take at least a year for a human baby to reach her age.
This is actually quite understandable. After all, her mother is an atavistic Titan human who is over five meters tall.
Her father is also a monster with a height of over 3.6 meters.
However, in her father's mind, she was so small that she had to be carefully cared for.
Her face is round, with two small blush spots on her delicate light blue face, which are red, like a big apple.
She slept soundly, her eyes closed tightly, like two lines; her two eyebrows were like two curved crescent moons, very long and thin, a bit like the eyebrows of an elf but not that much.
In her sleep, her little mouth often moves, as if she is sucking milk.
She was wrapped in a small quilt and tied tightly with ropes, and she was motionless.
Tonatiu was almost drunk.
He looked at his wife sitting next to him. She was now in human form, and her petite and exquisite figure was full of gentle motherhood.
Modera smiled and looked at her lover who was holding her daughter. She was very happy to see the Troll King looking stupid.
"Our child," she said. "She doesn't have a name yet. I'm waiting for her father to arrive. The child's name should be given by the father. My dear, have you thought of her name?!"
Almost without thinking, Tonatiu read out the name he had come up with for his daughter on the way here.
"Maisli Tiu Aztec!! Maisli, my moon goddess! My daughter!" He held the sleeping child high, and he was as excited as a child.
"Maisli?" Modera chuckled and was about to comment.
Then the vision happened.
Little Miss Silly, who was held high by Tonatiu, suddenly opened her eyes gently, and a ray of moonlight passed through the window sill and shone on her small forehead.
A majestic, tender, and familiar consciousness came to Tonatiu.
"Excellent person, bless you and bless your child. I will watch her grow..."
This consciousness and voice went away just as quickly as they came.
By the time Maxili's young and powerful parents reacted, He had already left.
And on Maxri's small forehead, a silver moon emblem appeared out of thin air, which was very similar to the emblem used by the Kaldorei Elune Sisters that Tonatiu had seen before.
