On the other hand, just as Thrall discussed with Jaina about the disappearance of the War Song clan, new news came.

Thrall lost his voice: "What!? The War Song clan is crazy? He even attacks his own people regardless of the enemy? It's very similar to the old orcs who drank the blood of the demon back then?"

In the face of the poison, Demon Blood, which can give orcs a mad power, Thrall would rather hear the War Song clan rebellion.

It has been twenty years since Grom's first drink of Demon Blood.

Thrall will always remember how violent and painful the old orc was when he saw the Demon Blood attack when he was young.

When I received the news about the War Song clan, I didn’t mention how upset Thrall was.

The tribe has no magical message. Now that the power expands into barren lands with Orgrimmar as the center, the tribe has a vast but deserted territory. The only thing that maintains such a large area of ​​territory is the only two-legged flying dragon raised by the Frost Wolf clan.

There are not many tribes like a two-legged flying dragon, which is huge but enough to carry orcs to fly. The only thirty heads are all used for communication.

Even with the bipedal flying dragon, the message transmission is still slow, and Thrall couldn't figure out what happened.

"Sorry, Princess Prodmore, it seems that I will say goodbye first today. After all, the War Song clan is out of control, and this situation is too serious for the tribe." Thrall said.

Just as Jaina was about to say something, a magical message that shocked her came.

Duke's voice in the message was extremely rapid: "Gianna! Come back to Theramore soon. Something big happened to Kul Tiras!"

Jaina's face turned white in an instant, and she shook her hand and threw a magic message crystal to Thrall: "This is a magic positioning tool. When things are in urgent need of your side, you crush the shell of this thing. Hold the white beads inside and imagine the terrain around you. I should come over to help you."

After saying that, she started the teleportation technique in front of Thrall without hesitation, turning herself into a stream of light and flying towards the determined coordinates of Theramore space.

When Jaina returned to Theramore, the first moment of visual recovery, she felt something was wrong.

Duke, standing at the door of the teleportation hall, had a calm face.

Duke in his impression is always full of wisdom and vision, as if the development of everything in the world cannot escape his expectations.

But now Duke's face, which was mixed with shock and bitterness, was clearly telling her that something happened that he had unexpectedly had and was related to her.

An ominous premonition filled Jaina's chest.

"Duke! What happened!?"

Duke really didn't know what expression to use to face the anxious Jaina, and didn't know what to use to answer her question.

After taking a deep breath and being silent for three seconds, Duke said: "The First Fleet of Kultilas and the Homeland of Kultilas were attacked one after another. His Majesty Dalin, and His Highness Tanrede's family... Something happened."

As if struck by thunder, Jaina's entire mind was blank.

"No! This is impossible...This is impossible!"

A dizziness came, and Jaina almost fainted on the spot. Duke hurriedly hugged Jaina who fell down. He could clearly feel that the fragrant body of this superhero in history was no different from any weak woman who suddenly changed.

Jaina only felt the heat in her body flowing wildly in an unknown gap.

So cold!

She almost subconsciously hugged Duke tightly.

There is a small amount of warmth needed from that body full of masculinity.

Duke sat on the ground, quietly holding Jaina.

How long has it been passed?

One minute?

Five minutes?

Or a century?

I don't know, it took a long time before Jaina came to her senses.

"The news... has been confirmed?" Jaina raised her head in grief, her once bright red lips lost their blood and were turning white.

"The remnants of the First Fleet have already landed, His Majesty Dalin... is in Theramore."

The world seemed to be collapsed, and Jaina staggered and almost fell out of Duke's arms. Duke hurriedly copied his hand and hugged Jaina again.

It took Jaina to recover her strength.

"Help me go!"

Duke did it silently.

Sure enough, in this life, Jaina had never experienced the battle to wipe out the plague with Arthas. She went straight to Theramore as soon as she got started. She was a little bit short of her experience and her mentality was not so calm.

Duke helped Jaina out of the lowest level of the Mage Tower, surrounded by guards, and came to the newly built medium-sized church in Theramore.

Through the open door.

What did Jaina see?

Her father, who had been cursed by her secretly but seemed to be unable to kill her, miraculously survived on the sea again and again, lay coldly on the spiritual platform in the middle of the church, with the lower body covered with the national flag of Kurtiras.

He was so quiet that it was far from the father she remembered who always spoke loudly and rudely.

I used to deliberately alienate her, indifference to her, and disguised exile to her, and all the accumulated resentment disappeared in this moment.

Jaina struggled to leave Duke's support, pounced on the spirit platform, and stroked her father's body with her trembling hands.

Crystal tears flowed down, dripping on the national flag of Kurtiras, and the tears melted.

It's been a long time.

It's been a long time.

Jaina stopped trembling on her shoulders: "Father...how did he die?"

"It's Archmond!"

A female voice inserted it in. It was not until this moment that Jaina noticed that Gina Jinjian, the lover of her female father who had felt extremely annoying and hated, was sitting not far away.

Jaina bit her lips hard, and the bright red blood seeped down from the corner of her mouth: "Continue!"

"A week ago, Dalin and the First Fleet of Kurtiras crossed the seas on the North Current Coast, about five hundred nautical miles, clearing out the ghost ships floating on the sea surface full of undead people. Then Archmond suddenly appeared from the bottom of the sea! There was no sign at all. He was like a mountain rising from the bottom of the sea, directly cutting the entire fleet in half."

Gina Jinjian also had unconcealed sorrow on her face, and even while speaking, the priest was treating a terrifying wound on her abdomen.

"Dalin attempted to rush over and drag Archmond to let more people escape, but Archmond pointed and emitted a black light from his hand, hitting Archmond..."

"What were you doing then?" Jaina was furious!
Chapter completed!