At the top of the mage tower, warm and bright lights are on, and through the magic glass you can see figures working inside.
In fact, this is indeed the case.
Master Modera, the owner of the Mage Tower and one of the six Dalaran Masters, is sitting on his desk writing a letter.
[To Sir Lothar:]
[As I said, alien races have begun to invade the human kingdom. I heard seven days ago that Kul Tiras has fallen, and Boralus is now full of those green barbarians. 】
[Humanity is in danger. What I was worried about has happened. Unfortunately, so far, Dalaran still does not want to believe that those barbarians can land on the mainland. They think that Kul Tiras only fell because of the removal of traitors. 】
[Young Terenas Menethil even declared that he will soon recapture Kul Tiras and hand the throne to Proudmoore. 】
[It is true that Lordaeron is indeed a powerful country. Terenas Menethil is also a rare wise king, and the soldiers of Lordaeron are also considered elite. 】
[But neither Terenas Menethil nor other human kings underestimated the barbarians from other worlds. 】
[You ask me what my opinion is on this matter? I still stick to my previous opinion. All human countries must unite and launch an equal alliance to jointly fight against those barbarians from other worlds! 】
【Only by gathering the strength of all human nations can we survive this disaster.】
[Unfortunately, it seems that the kings in the north are not prepared to do this. I don’t know what your king will do.]
【This is my opinion.】
[Dalaran, Modera Pen]
After finishing writing the reply, Modera put down the quill in her hand and read the wording and font of the letter carefully.
After confirming that it was correct, she knocked on the table. The lifeless letter lying on the table suddenly seemed to come to life. It curled up and turned into a ball, and then floated to the side next to a lamp that was originally extinguished and then started to burn on its own.
The candle burns itself on itself.
It's not killing itself.
The self-igniting candle is no ordinary candle. It is an alchemical product made by Modera using a bronze dragon scale and many other rare materials.
This special alchemical candle was discovered by Modera in a magic experiment a year ago and was subsequently improved and created as a special enchanted creation.
There are seven such candles in total, one each in Modera's mage tower and manor, one each in Zutona and Zuldazar, one in her mentor's mage tower, and one in the Troll King's sword-backing officer.
On Kezilla.
The last special candle was given to the Mage Tower in the Southern Kingdom by her.
This allows her to exchange messages with the rulers of the human kingdoms to the south.
The way to use candles is: after writing the letter on special letter paper, just burn the letter paper on the candle to send the message to the place she wants to send it.
However, this special candle is only a semi-finished product. It can only send Modera's messages, but it cannot accept messages from other candles that want to be sent back to her.
In other words, it is only a one-way communication tool.
Just like now.
The ruling class of the human kingdom in the south sent a knight to arduously cross the space gate to deliver the letter to Dalaran.
And she only needs to burn the letter. If there is no interference from high-ranking people, the humans in the south will soon receive her warning.
Looking at the ashes of the letter that had been burned to ashes, Modera sighed, feeling melancholy for the current situation in the human kingdom.
Although she loves him and favors trolls because of him, she grew up in the human world anyway, even though she no longer belongs to humans in a sense. She still has a hometown-like feeling for the human kingdom.
, except for the relationship with her lover, all her friends and relatives are human beings.
Although she didn't see what happened in Dazar'alor, she never wanted such a disaster to happen to humans.
pity……
The human kings, who were full of self-confidence, completely ignored her warning more than two months ago and did not take the arrival of the orcs seriously.
Even now, when the orcs conquered Kul Tiras with the help of traitors, the kings on land still don't pay enough attention to it.
Although troops have been sent to be on guard near the coastline, and some nobles have begun to gather troops, they have no intention of saving Kul Tiras.
Even Terenas Menethil, who claimed to rescue Kul Tiras, has made no other move other than shouting so far.
Modera knew this was going to be bad.
His lover had warned her long ago: when the orcs cannot get any advantage from the trolls, they will definitely turn around and find a weak enemy to attack, because only in that way can they strengthen themselves.
They are targeting the human kingdom, which is powerful but not united at all and has already been fighting internal intrigues for a long time.
"Hey~"
Looking at the dark night outside, Modera sighed.
"Mom~Mom."
A crisp voice sounded not far behind her.
Modera immediately put aside her worries about the orcs. She turned around with a gentle smile, and her daughter Maisili was stumbling over.
"Maini." Modera called her daughter's nickname, too gentle to say anything. "Aren't you asleep? You told my mother that you can sleep alone. What's wrong? Are you still afraid?
Then mom, let’s go and accompany you.”
"No~" Not long after she learned to speak, Maisili shook her cute head.
"I was..." Halfway through her words, she suddenly raised her chubby fingers and counted on them: "One...two...
Three...yes, three, the third one..."
"I was woken up by the third...many, many, golden clouds. Many, many, golden, animals."
Hearing what her daughter said, Modera's gentle smile froze.
For some reason, an uncomfortable feeling arose in her heart, but facing her innocent daughter, she smiled tenderly again: "Did you dream? Did you dream of a strange dream? It's okay, Minnie. It was just a dream."
Her daughter often has some strange dreams. Sometimes she dreams of the moon, sometimes she dreams of a giant of light, and sometimes she dreams of running to the bottom of the sea and playing with a child in the sea...
Modera has become accustomed to it.
She knew her daughter was no ordinary child.
The daughter of the troll god king.
Descendants of the Titan Masters.
The lucky ones blessed by the moon god.
Will he be an ordinary person?
"Mom, let's sleep with you." Modera said to her with a smile.
"No, it's a dream. No." Maisili said.
"Mom, sleep together. Okay."
Modera laughed, knelt down and picked up her daughter, who was less than two years old, already up to her waist.
It's not that Modera is petite and short, in her human form she is already tall enough for a human female, almost as tall as an average human male.
It's because Maxry is too tall.
After all, she is mixed race.
…
…
Under the endless sea.
Eternal Palace.
Queen Azshara, who was sleeping with Vashj's daughter in her arms, suddenly woke up.
She felt something cold on her chest, and something was sucking her...
The queen sighed helplessly.
Look down.
Sure enough, the little guy was sucking with his eyes open.
"You little guy! You've already been weaned, and you still have this habit! Stop, I'm not Vashj, and I don't have what you want." She laughed and cursed.
Born half a year after Maxry, her younger sister Elsa can't speak yet, but she can already understand the Queen's words.
She coquettishly said "Woo~" and continued to hold the queen in her mouth... to eat. Azshara was helpless and funny, and she wanted to drive her away but couldn't bear it.
Elsa wouldn't hurt her like this, not to mention that since Vashj was not in the Eternal Palace for more than a month, Elsa had been particularly dependent on her, and this was not the first time she had been treated like this.
Azshara touched Aisha's soft silver hair. In this late night without Naga, her heart as hard as ice felt a touch of softness.
Seeing Elsa sucking hard, it was obvious that nothing was coming out, nothing could come out.
He shook his head slightly.
Azshara stretched her wrist to the table in front of the couch and picked up a book that was originally placed on it.
The style of the book is very old, but it seems to be well preserved. It is a typical style of ancient Kaldorei books.
The Queen held Elsa in one hand, took the Kaldorei lost book in the other hand, and opened the pages with her slender fingers.
At this time, if there is anyone who can understand the linguists, archaeologists, or Nagas and elves who have lived from ancient times to the present, then...
You can understand the text on the cover of the book Azshara is holding.
Translated into the current language, the name of this book is: [Elune sleeps with you].
A little unfamiliar and her voice a little dry, Elune still spoke while holding Elsa.
"Elune, shine brightly. Elune, illuminate you into sleep. Elune,..."
She is singing.
Singing the children's songs of the ancient Kaldorei.
for a long time.
Elsa woke up in the middle of the night and fell asleep again.
The queen breathed a sigh of relief.
Even if the Well of Eternity exploded ten thousand times before, she would never pick up [Elune Sleeps with You] once.
