The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

In a hall with a violet hexagonal star pattern on the floor, the Kirin Tor Council of Six gathered again.

A Quel'dorei, dressed in a beautiful red and black robe, was teleported here with his apprentice and his wife.

Since a certain dragon left, Kel'Thuzad took office. After Kel'Thuzad violated the taboo and was exiled, the certain dragon came back yesterday.

"Archmage Krasus, you are back after so many years."

"Antonidas, my apprentice asked for me, so I had to come."

"I came at the right time, didn't I? I helped you hide those artifacts."

Hearing the voice of Antonidas in the main seat, Crassus was helpless and patted the robe of someone next to him.

I returned to Longmian Temple and only stayed with her for a few years... Luo Ning came to find me because of a trivial matter.

It's all your fault! My good disciple, a so-called big event, a big event that can affect the dragon army... Even bronze dragons can't brag about it like you can.

After solving the problem and taking a few steps, I heard a horrifying news: the Burning Legion was back.

The mortal war that broke out in Icecrown Glacier three days ago turned out to be a war between mortals and the vanguards of the Burning Legion...The future fragment that Karazhan had seen did not seem to be entirely correct.

The Undead Scourge was defeated, and the footage of them invading the Eastern Kingdoms did not appear. Perhaps it was because the timing was not right and they still had some strength to spare.

"Ahem...Mr. Krasus, Chancellor Antonidas, it's time for us to get into today's topic."

With a light cough, Archmage Drenden reminded the two not to waste time, and tapped the ground lightly with the staff in his hand.

A parliament is already long, and what you are doing will only make it longer.

"Drenden, you are right. Let Modera start."

"Thank you, Mr. Speaker. Now let me tell you about the recent situation."

Upon hearing her name, Modera began to express her thanks, bowing slightly to Antonidas.

"Just yesterday, our investigators detected a scent of evil energy."

"This means that the demons have come to Dalaran, and they are eyeing those artifacts."

She took out from behind her back the evil power that the two mages had found, a transparent bottle with a wisp of dark green energy.

Holding a staff emitting blue light in his right hand, he gently released a spell in all directions.

She pushed the bottle of demonic breath toward the center of the conference room.

"With the data of the battle with the undead demon three days ago, we have made a preliminary assessment."

"It may be Tichondrius, a demigod-level Nathrezim demon, who led a team to hide around us."

"Archmage Modera, this is the aura of Mal'Ganis. You have been deceived by him."

At this moment, the mage standing behind Antonidas, regardless of other people's consent, pointed at the demonic breath vessel, revealing its true form.

It was not the aura left by a demigod, but a false spell forged by a legend.

"Kel'Thuzad, if you're not careful..."

"I am so sorry, Lady Modera."

"Please believe me, if Tichondrius really came to Dalaran, we would have been in a tough battle long ago."

Bowing to apologize to Modera, Kel'Thuzad explained aloud, but he was still drawing on magic and it was unclear what he was doing.

It is true that he has returned to his previous appearance, but his body emits arcane light from time to time, which makes him a little different compared to other people.

"The Nathrezim are extremely cunning. We must be on guard against the example of Kasanatil in the past."

"And Tichondrius and Mal'Ganis may be even more cunning and manipulative than him."

"Kel'Thuzad, even if he is a demigod."

"Whoever dares to come to Dalaran will be defeated by us."

Archmage Anselm Ruin has a different opinion on Kel'Thuzad's words of encouragement.

The Scourge, which had wanted to run rampant, was defeated by their combined forces before it could cause any trouble for long.

The Burning Legion's attempts to invade have been thwarted countless times in the past and present.

When the former Guardian Medivh destroyed the Council of Tirrifax, the Kirin Tor learned their lesson and developed a mechanism to deal with the demigods.

Therefore, Ansrem and some of the people present looked down on Kel'Thuzad's words.

He crossed his arms over his chest, looked around, and then shifted his gaze back to the center, but the pendant on his chest was glowing, and the tiny light was completely blocked by its owner.

"There are so many of us, and if the enemy encounters us, they will just flee in panic like they did before."

"All right, Anselm."

"Of those present, only Kel'Thuzad has had dealings with Mal'Ganis the longest."

Reaching out to stop Ansrem, Antonidas protected his disciple.

What you said makes sense, but we must be cautious. The enemy is in the dark, and we can only keep strengthening our defenses.

"Everyone, please listen to my advice."

"I believe we, the Quel'dorei, have the most say in the power of the Burning Legion."

Seeing that everyone else was silent, Kael'thas spun the three fire orbs and continued today's topic.

Now that we have confirmed that demons have invaded Dalaran, we can no longer be complacent.

If we don't nip the dangerous seeds in the bud right at the beginning, we will inevitably pay an unacceptable heavy price later.

"The War of the Ancients, because they invaded Azeroth on a large scale, the continent was divided here."

"The recent birth of the undead is similar to the opening of the Dark Portal by the orcs twenty years ago."

"In the battle three days ago, we won but also lost, so we must not take it lightly."

"Everyone should know that without Arthas and Jaina finding out this information, we would all suffer."

Having said that, Kael'thas guided three phoenix flames to fly towards the center, forming a circle of Dalaran map image.

On the fiery red map of Dalaran, there were eight golden spots of light, shining brightly like the sun, illuminating other people.

"I understand everyone's concerns. How can we guard against thieves for a thousand days?"

"I combined some of my recent thoughts and guessed the direction the demon might move."

"I think everyone should have their own ideas, and we must find a breakthrough."

"You have done well, Your Highness Prince Kael'thas."

"Your idea coincides with mine, let me help you."

With the beginnings of Kael'thas and Krasus, others began to mark their own guesses, forming a flaming map with dozens of light spots.

They ended the pretentious introduction and went straight to the real topic of the day.

Because during this time, they once again confirmed one thing: the other people present were not possessed by the Nathrezim.

This discovery is a good thing, but also a bad thing. They still don't know how many demons are hiding in Dalaran.

In a corner of Stormsong Manor, Jaina walked by slowly and found a man who was doing something secretly.

"Arthas, what are you doing?"

She floated over quietly, stretched out her head, and patted Arthas, who was concentrating on looking at the map.

I'm wandering around and you're looking at a map. What do you want to do?

"Ouch, it hurts."

Apia was knocked off balance by the Paladin and was then grabbed to the ground by him.

"Hi...it's you, Jaina."

Seeing his woman, Alsaston felt a headache and he would probably fall asleep at night.

I'm looking at the map of Drustvar carefully, why are you here to join in?

You took the cub away and lunch is not ready yet. You still disturb me while I am doing something important.

"Stop, I have something important to discuss with you."

"Oh, what can you do for me?"

Looking at the man who picked her up, Jaina suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.

According to usual practice, shouldn't I kick you away and give you a good beating?

How did you get close to me...I didn't want to hit anyone...I'll change my words...I'm coming...

"Don't get carried away. We have something to do tonight."

Seeing the woman in his left hand trying to come closer on her own initiative, Arthas stretched out his right hand and held her delicate face.

When a certain woman thought she was in a charming atmosphere, she didn't want to be treated in broad daylight and in public, so he pushed her away without leaving a trace.

What kind of dream is that in broad daylight? This is not the way to get the taste of the marrow. At least let people rest for a few days.

What's more, you're not even a qualified yandere... You don't even know what this word means...

"Jaina, look at this map."

While the woman was still trying to figure out what was going on, the man picked up the map on the ground, placed it in front of her, and pointed in a direction.

"We're going here tonight, okay?"

"Nod your head if you understand, don't be so stupid all the time."

Glancing at the map of Drustvar in confusion, Jaina nodded to Arthas and memorized the place in her mind.

"Okay, it's almost time."

"Dear Gianna, it's time for us to go to lunch."

Noticing that his wife in his arms was gradually coming back to her senses, her blue eyes becoming brighter, Arthas lifted her up in a princess-like hug and strode away.

As long as I move fast enough, danger will not be able to catch up with me, and will not even be able to look directly at my back, living under my shadow.

"Honey, I have..."

"Shh, there's nothing wrong with you."

"It's important to have a good meal first. You're starving."

He gently put his arm around her shoulders, gently lifted her legs, gently touched her lips, gently rubbed her belly, and sped up.

Needless to say, after lunch and a nap, you will forget everything and won’t be angry at all.

At this moment, Jaina, in Arthas' arms, turned over gently and snuggled up to him in a more comfortable position.

It's obviously not my fault, why do I have nothing to say?

Have I been tamed? I have no autonomy at all, everything is arranged by others.

Why wait until the evening to go? Why not just go after lunch?

What do you want to do? I'm just an assistant to open the door, so I'd better not think too much and just lie down.

After fighting for a whole morning, I'd better take a rest. After all, I'm a mother taking care of a baby.

"Ah!"

The little girl, who was about to overcome the mountain and enjoy the double massage given by her uncle, suddenly sneezed. She grabbed the universal bag prepared by her mother in her pocket, took out a tissue, woke up, and wiped herself.

Who would dare to plot against me? I'm so young now, who would keep nagging me?

It can't be some relatives I have never met. I heard from Dai Lin's grandfather that he will send them a congratulatory letter tomorrow night.

It's just that there's one more me, is it necessary to make such a big deal?

Just say no directly. Who can stop the great Christina from enjoying her new life?

"Christina, are you choking?"

"I'm fine, Granny Sindra. It must be my mother who is missing me."

Taking a light bite of the one in her hand, Christina turned to look at her caring mother-in-law, shook it, and motioned her to continue pushing.

"Okay, I'm glad you're okay."

Seeing that her granddaughter was fine, Sindra increased her strength and began to use advanced massage therapy.

What kind of dragon baby are you? When will you find a chance to reveal your true form so we can see what you look like?

It is very strange that the two young dragons have children so early.

Could it be that mating in phantom form could increase fertility rates?

In this way, the future number problem of the Blue Dragon Legion can be solved.

You say you are human, but the rest of your appearance doesn't make you look human to me.

The baby you give birth to in a different form will be...

"Mother, why do you want me to learn how to cook?"

As she kneaded the dough back and forth on the table with her hands, Vasya couldn't help but turn to ask her stepmother.

Since she met them, she hasn't had a good night's sleep for a whole year. Every day she is either working or on her way to work.

Although she was helpless and indignant, she did not stop her work. After kneading the dough, she threw it to the other side, allowing other chefs to proceed to the next step quickly.

"Ah, Vasya, this is a question."

"We have to ask ourselves, sometimes being able to eat too much is not a blessing."

With a long sigh, Sindra forced Christina to finish eating and told her the reason.

Not long ago, Catherine asked them to help in the kitchen, and she had a reasonable reason, which they could not refuse.

So, Sindra brought the two big eaters to the kitchen, learned some preliminary cooking skills, and then worked together with other chefs to speed up the formation of an efficient food production line.

"My life is so hard! I have to cook for myself."

"Shut up, stop complaining, and work hard."

"It's all my fault for making you too spoiled and lazy. You have to change from now on."

She summoned streams of water and mixed them with flour and other ingredients to make dough.

With a gentle wave of his hand, he brought seemingly endless dough to his adopted daughter, urging her to work hard and diligently.

When she saw some chefs suffering from sore arms from rolling noodles, she thought of a good idea.

"Christina, for your favorite soft donuts and raspberry cake."

"Go help me, got it?"

She threw the sugar-free bar in her hand into the trash can and gave her granddaughter a slap for being as lazy as a giant baby.

"Ah, what can I do when I'm so young?"

How could you beat me and force me to work?

Even if those are what I like to eat, I am just a little kid and you are abusing my child.

"Go roll out the noodles and make them into different shapes according to the uncles and aunts' requests."

"They are all working hard, you should share their burden."

"Remember to tell them if you have any requests, okay?"

"Just the look and the taste, Christina."

Kind and amiable grandmother, Sindra took out a rolling pin and put it into her granddaughter's hands.

"I understand, Granny Sindra, can't I go?"

Under the might of her mother-in-law, Christina was forced to pick up a rolling pin and, with the help of her mother-in-law's magical power, float to the workplace.

Under the incredulous gazes of the other uncles and aunts, he rolled the dough vigorously.

Having been lying in the warm nest for so long, she was not idle and had already figured out the process.

Without anyone else's reminder, she used the power of the "dragon" and various buffs on her body to complete her task brilliantly.

"It's not that difficult! I'm really a ..."

"Christina, then I, your aunt, will also exert my strength."

"Al?!"

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Big eaters eat a lot and do a lot.

If you think this way, there shouldn't be any problem.