Menethil's Power

Chapter 125 Colonial ambition

Kel'Thuzad gave Jaina a very good impression. She was not opposed to changing mentors. There was not much difference in the strength of the Kirin Tor council of six. Antonidas was only famous for being in charge of daily affairs in Dalaran.

What's more, to a young girl, a handsome and decent nobleman is naturally more attractive than a bad old man with a white beard.

Jaina performed a mage salute heartily.He called out in a crisp voice: "Mentor." Kel'Thuzad nodded, and couldn't help showing a smile. He actually doesn't like taking apprentices, but if it is a seductive, intelligent, and talented magical girl, That's another matter.

At this time, Jaina had no idea how this understated change would turn her life around.History has amazing inertia. Even though there are always many differences between different timelines, most of them lead to the same goal by different routes.

Seems like the Scourge is inevitable, so there has to be a Lich King, no? .
The pungent scorching breath, the gloomy and depressing sky, pain and disaster spread throughout the city, the strong city wall that can resist hundreds of thousands of troops is completely a display, screams and shouts are everywhere, in the face of flames and death, Low wooden houses and beautiful buildings are just fuel, while the lives of nobles and commoners are as fragile as reeds.

A huge black figure hovered in the sky, where his wings covering the sky passed, endless flames spread across the entire sky.The black dragon landed slowly and loosely, the heavy metal armor on his body shone with icy cold light, he held his head up in disdain, and put his lava claws on the toy-like tower to him, almost crushing it .

My name is Deathwing!The destroyer of destiny, the terminator of all things!Unstoppable!Irreversible!I am the catastrophe!
Isaacs sat up suddenly from the bed, the cold sweat almost soaked the entire mattress, he panted heavily, and managed to calm down the panic in his heart.

There is still a bright moon outside the window, the blue child has disappeared, only the white lady faithfully shines on a peaceful Dalaran, and the violet brilliance still shines on the steeple.

A piece of tranquility.

A slender figure suddenly appeared, "What's the matter?" Valeera's cold voice came. It was obvious that the successive attacks made the private security consultant more vigilant. Even in a safe environment like Dalaran, she did not The slightest relaxation.

The elf was now accustomed to breaking into Isaacs' bedroom and confronting the boy in his pajamas.Isaacs waved his hand, "It's okay, it's just a nightmare."

nightmare?Valeera's tense nerves relaxed. "Did you wet the bed, boy?" she joked.

Isaacs couldn't help choking when he heard the words, but after Valeera interrupted him, Isaacs' gloomy mood suddenly eased a lot.In his previous life, he knew the horror and power of Deathwing, and the destructive aura carried by the phantom of Deathwing summoned by Partress gave him a certain real feeling for this legendary black dragon.

Therefore, this dream caused him a lot of psychological pressure.

Isaacs couldn't help sighing. It's been three days, and Krasus still hasn't heard anything. The efficiency of the dragon with a long life seems to be very moving. This can be seen from Krasus, the dragon mage. It can be seen that Alexstrasza was captured five years ago, and her consort Krasus didn't "suddenly" think of saving his queen until now.

Perhaps we can consider this matter from the perspective of conspiracy theory. You must know that under the torture of the orcs, the other consorts of the Red Dragon Queen have all died at this time...

This seems to be a palace fight conspiracy!Isaacs felt that he had suddenly discovered some huge secret, but he quickly pulled back his thoughts of running a horse, "Valeera, contact the headquarters of the Uncrowned, and let them get all the information about Grim Batol. Ask them to investigate the toilet frequency of the chief of the Dragonmaw Clan."

There is no more time to waste, and I shouldn't pin all my hopes on Krasus, the unreliable red dragon. Even if I still can't find other effective strategies, some rainy days must be done.

Of course Valeera would not think that Isaacs was really interested in the condition of an old orc's digestive system. The female elf nodded to express her understanding, "This matter is a bit troublesome for the Uncrowned, so I might as well just entrust it to the Assassin League. Gather a few orc assassins, and it will be easier for them to spy on useful information."

Isaacs took a deep breath, and then he remembered that Duke Ravenholdt of the League of Assassins would have such ulterior motives, and even took the risk of completely offending Stormwind City to take Garona in,

However, this is not the time to think about it. The League of Assassins is not an organization directly under Lordaeron after all, and the destruction of the Alterac royal family seems to have made the young Duke Ravenholdt a little arrogant.It would not do any good to directly accuse him of being disloyal to the alliance at this time, but it would be a good handle, and Isaacs considered whether he should take a small notebook and write it down.

"Then entrust the League of Assassins directly." Isaacs finally decided that the first thing a superior should consider is his own interests. He has no objection to hiring orc stalkers, as long as they can bring back reliable information.

Six hours later, Dalaran ushered in a new day.Teenagers are always impatient, and the three days completely wiped out Alsace's freshness to Dalaran.Jaina was said to have been apprenticed to a powerful archmage and began training immediately, much to Arthas' dismay that she hadn't seen the little prince since the separation.

He felt that he was broken in love.

Isaacs, who was so entangled, recommended him an activity—fishing in the Wishing Pool in Dalaran, which took Alsace a whole day, and caught all the coins in the Wishing Pool with a magnetic hook Well, after reading all the above messages and throwing them all back together with his own piece, Alsace fell into a state of extreme boredom again.

He wanted to go home. The little prince had never been away from his parents for such a long time, let alone when he encountered two life-and-death crises in succession.

Isaacs is also very helpless, there is really no need to stay in Dalaran, but back to Lordaeron, don't be ridiculous, do you want to keep jumping in front of Deathwing and continue to mock this legendary dragon with your own existence? ?
Isaacs didn't want to take such a risk, and he didn't want Alsace to have any threat to his safety, but considering Alsace's age and ability, telling him the truth would only increase the little prince's panic.

Therefore, there must be a set of reasonable arguments. At this time, Squall reported that the portal in South Sea Town had been established. "My dear brother, are you willing to open up a new territory for Lordaeron?" Isaacs said pleasantly.

"Open up the territory?" Alsace was instantly attracted.

"Yes, my men discovered an archipelago, where there are scorching volcanoes, strange plants, ferocious beasts, and wild and primitive people," Isaacs described with all his strength, "and we, as the infinite The first brave pioneers of the Lord's Land will conquer it and plant the flag of Lordaeron in the heart of the Great Sea!"

God is pitiful, Alsace's curiosity and playfulness have always made all the elders feel a little headache, but at this time Isaacs is afraid that his nature will not be able to overcome his longing for home.

Alsace's eyes began to glow with excitement. The little prince, who had received the orthodox education of the royal family, of course understood that expanding the territory is the greatest achievement of a king, and his old father, Terenas, would never allow him to have such a thing. Kind of like "something grown-ups can do."

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go!" Alsace yelled strangely, and the idea of ​​going home was completely thrown away by him.

Isaacs couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief, then the next itinerary can be determined. Before finding a possible solution to drive away Deathwing, he will temporarily carry out the land reclamation and colonization of the Lost Islands. In this way, he will have a reasonable plan. The excuse is to stay away from the royal city of Lordaeron and hide his whereabouts to ensure the safety of himself and Alsace.

But there is only one person who is sorry for doing so, and that is the eldest princess Kalia.

In fact, there is no need to worry about her safety. Kalia is the key point for Lord Prestor to hold the highest power in Lordaeron. Naturally, he will not hurt her. According to the customs of human beings in this world, women can only be married when they are adults. Therefore, even if the bewitched Terenas is determined to sell his daughter, Kalia still has at least two or three years of buffer time.

But is it really okay to leave a girl with a strong appearance but a weak heart alone in the royal city?Isaacs remembered the horror Kalia had shown when she first met Lord Prestor that day.So how lonely and helpless will she feel when facing Deathwing and her father who suddenly became ruthless in the following period of time?
Isaacs had no way of knowing, and he could only pray that Callia would hold out until the day when hope came.

All of Blizzard's property has been packed up and ready to leave at any time, but before leaving, the technical officer Obno introduced a person to Isaacs.

Isaacs was overjoyed when he saw the iconic braid, "Nice to see you again, Ms. Milfie." Isaacs said very sincerely, carefully not mentioning the sensitive word "manastorm".

"Nice to see you again, Isaacs." Milfies looked a little absent-minded, "I hope you can give me a job."

"Work?" Isaacs was quite surprised, "Don't you continue to look for your husband?"

"Millhouse? According to what I know about him, this guy should have gone to another continent now, and he may not be in Azeroth for a while." Milfis said angrily: "I will continue to look for him , but I have to solve my own ration problem first.”

Isaacs nodded thoughtfully, and quickly switched his thinking to profiteer mode, "Tell me about your requirements for this job." He said briefly.

"I can provide any engineering technology I know and help you manufacture it, so I ask for an annual salary of [-] gold coins, and once I get news from Millhouse, I will leave immediately and get at least one year's salary. "

"Smart Ms. Milfies," Isaacs said helplessly, "you might as well just ask me for one hundred thousand gold coins."

Milfis was speechless, and the little dwarf suddenly jumped up and grabbed Isaacs by the collar. It was hard to imagine that such a short body had the strength no less than that of an orc, and Isaacs, who was caught off guard, was pulled down.

"Listen, human kid." Milfiss said viciously: "I appreciate you bailing me out, but you can't do anything after bailing me out! Those damn mages still keep monitoring me, trying to put me back Send back to that prison! I can't even get out of Dalaran now!"

Isaacs was instantly happy, this is the Milfies he knew!He straightened up, "Listen to my proposal, Ms. Milfiss. I will hire you as the head of the research and development department, at the same level as Obno, and pay you a salary of 30 gold coins per year, but this must be in The basis that you are willing to work for the company for at least [-] years."

"But you will have a special benefit," Isaacs blinked, "Once you find Millhouse, the company will use all its power to help you catch him, and the budget used will be at least five times your annual salary." .”

This is indeed a heart-warming proposal, and engineers are generally not good at bargaining, Milfiss thought for a while, "Deal." She replied with certainty, "I really don't want to be singled out in this boring city. After staying here, they even said that my invention has not passed the safety certification, so they will not issue me a business license!"

Isaacs squatted down and reached out to shake hands with Milfie. This is a mutually beneficial employment relationship. Milfie has solved her biggest heart problem, and Blizzard has gained another technical talent.

The only one who is going to be unlucky is Millhouse, and this handsome heartless man will not be able to get away for long.

The next morning, the Lordaeron envoys assembled again to start their upcoming road to colonial conquest. Next to them were several iron-skinned wagons that had been blessed with weight reduction techniques, carrying the last batch of evacuated materials from Blizzard. Most of the property was sent away through various means such as transmission and transportation, and the only thing left in Dalaran was the real estate listed for sale.

This means that Isaacs' traces in Dalaran will be completely erased, and he can only get some simple news from Nolan, the great artifact master who still maintains a friendly relationship.But this is not a big loss. After all, this so-called most powerful magic kingdom in the alliance has always been extremely stupid and rigid before experiencing the process of being destroyed and reborn.

Those so-called Kirin Tor mages who are in charge of true knowledge, in the absence of an absolute commander of combat power like a guardian, fully express the limitations of their own vision with internal chaos.

"You stay and wait for Master Krasus." Isaacs told Ronin: "I will leave you a remote communication device. Once your former mentor returns, contact me immediately."

(End of this chapter)