Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

The weak girl was walking along the secret passage with a basket. There were some soldiers guarding her. When she approached, the soldiers moved aside.

From the face to the body, the skin is black and burnt - it looks frightening. This is what this girl Teresa looks like.

She was so ugly that almost everyone laughed at her and stayed away from her.

When she was very young, Teresa also had dreams of being a girl.But since she was disfigured by a man with fire a few years ago, she has given up any illusions.

【I can’t get married. 】

She almost certainly thinks so.

No one wants to play with her, even the master of Durnholde Prison, who hates her ugliness.

The human noble named Dras Blackmore hated seeing Theresa appearing in front of him, but perhaps because Theresa's parents were servants who had been following Blackmore, he did not drive Theresa out.Instead, she was asked to take on another task - delivering food to an orc.

"Sal."

Teresa walked through the dark road and opened the innermost room: "It's time to eat."

She walked in and said to an orc child who was writing something on the table with a pen.

This orc child was only about 10 years old, but he was very tall and strong, half a head taller than Teresa.

"Teresa, are you here?"

The orc child, Thrall, who once had a relationship with Kael'thas, is the forgotten prince of the Frostwolf clan.

He heard Teresa's voice.He put down his pen and looked towards the door.

"Is it noon again?"

Sal asked with some confusion. He couldn't see the sun in this room, and his sense of time was very vague.

"Correct."

Teresa nodded, then took the basket without any care, came to Sal's side, and put food on the ground.

Except for the corner, there are some dead grass used for sleeping in this room.Plus an old desk and chair for studying and nothing else.If you want to eat, you have to sit on the ground and eat.

Tables and chairs for learning.Sal said he didn't want to use it to eat.

"I've been troubling you."

Sal left the table, sat on the floor, took the bread and thanked him.

"Need not."

Teresa shook her head.She watched Sal eating the food politely, with a smile on her lips.

"wait."

Teresa said suddenly, then walked to the door, looked outside, closed the door, and walked back carefully.

"Here, this."

She hurriedly took out some cheese from her body and handed it to Sal: "Eat it quickly."

"Where did you get it?"

Sal frowned: "If the master finds out, you will be beaten."

Blackmoore has very strict control over Thrall, although he has people teach Thrall various knowledge.But he also uses food to control his actions, letting Sal know his identity at all times.

"You still have to train in the afternoon. How can you eat these things?"

Teresa smiled: "It's okay, I found these from the leftover food and they won't be discovered."

She often said this.But Sal knew Theresa was lying.This human girl always helped him secretly. Once she was discovered and beaten so hard that she couldn't move for two days.

"Teresa, why are you so nice to me?"

Sal has always been puzzled by this: "I am a slave, and the master said that my name also means slave. A slave is something that serves other people."

"But why are you so nice to me?"

Teresa shook her head quickly.

"No. No, Sal..."

"The meaning of the name itself is not important, what is important is the person with this name, Sal..."

She reached out and touched Sal's face carefully: "You are smarter, kinder, and stronger than anyone else. You will definitely become a great person in the future."

"At that time, even if your name means slave, you will be loved by everyone."

This is Teresa's true thought. She understands Thrall better than anyone else here.

Sal's eyes were smart and gentle, and he was the only one who didn't look at Teresa with strange eyes.

After Teresa was disfigured, even her parents always looked at her with sad eyes, which made Teresa very sad.Not to mention others, Teresa has only been treated with abuse and insults for several years.

Only Thrall doesn't do this.

[Obviously so smart and kind...]

Unlike Teresa, Sal is very smart.Under Blackmore's guidance, he was more knowledgeable than many adults and was the smartest person Teresa had ever seen.

And Thrall is also the strongest. He has been training since he was 6 or 7 years old, and now he can kill some adult trolls.

Just because he is an orc, everyone looks down on him.

【Just like me. 】

Teresa feels that she is very similar to Sal, so she values ​​Sal, and she wants Sal to become the greatest person possible.

This feeling has nothing to do with race. Theresa has not met other beasts or other orcs, so her dislike for them is not very real.But she suffered abuse and humiliation from humans themselves. Even if she doesn't hate humans, she still has a certain understanding of the nature of the world.

Love, hate, right and wrong are derived from the good and evil of individuals and have no racial distinction.

"Teresa, you look like one."

Sal continued eating the cheese and then said.

"who?"

Theresa was a little curious.

"A very beautiful man, and you are as beautiful as he is."

Thrall didn't know how to describe the elf he met back then, so he could only explain it this way.

"Besides, the food you gave me is as delicious as what he gave me."

He then laughed.You can see the sparkling look deep in your eyes.

Teresa felt her face heat up.

Sal's eyes were her favorite.

Those eyes are more intoxicating than any prince charming.

Teresa finished and watched Sal eating quietly.

Sal was wearing a simple tattered cloth coat with patches all over it. Teresa found a small opening from which the scarred skin could be seen.

"Your clothes have holes again. Take them off."

Teresa finished speaking distressedly.Then he took out the needle and thread from his small bag.

All the patches on this dress were sewn by her alone.

"I've been very careful, why would it still happen?"

Sal frowned: "Teresa. No, I have to train in the afternoon."

His training was a real arena fight, and his clothes would inevitably break.Sal didn't want to have to ask Teresa for help every time.

"No, if you don't sew it up, it will get bigger and bigger."

However, Teresa did not let him go and began to take the initiative.

"Don't, don't..."

Sal couldn't stand this move the most, so he stood up in a hurry, took off his outer clothes and gave them to Teresa.

"It'll be fine right now."

Teresa smiled, took the clothes, lowered her head and started working.

Her dark and terrifying hands are as dexterous as a squirrel, an ability that requires countless training.

Sal sat down and stuffed the last piece of bread into his mouth.Looking at Teresa intently.

This is the closest relationship between orcs and humans in the world.

These two individuals have nothing to do with the war outside. They live in harmony according to their own understanding and attitude.

"Is her fate unchangeable?"

"No, her fate has changed."

In the distant and mysterious river of time, Nozdormu, the bronze dragon king and the guardian of time, looked at the scene in front of him and muttered softly.

On other historical lines.A destiny that could never be changed, on this historical line, changed easily.

What a joy this is!

Moreover, this change is still continuing, from the individual to the world, within this historical line.The world is heading further and further down a new path.

Nozdormu liked this feeling, and liked the feeling that the world was developing healthily.

In this timeline, Nozdormu, the guardian of time, will not fall, the Eternal Dragons will not be born, and history will not be disturbed.And if the Eternal Dragons from other timelines come over, Nozdormu will be confident enough to repel them.

He is the strongest in this historical line.

No, not just him, there are other dragons too...

"Has that little guy entered another scene?"

Nozdormu turned around and looked at the scene in Twilight Highlands. The elves' team was gradually entering the orcs' trap.

This is a new drama, a drama that the Dragon Clan also has to participate in.

"Should I go and participate?"

Nozdormu murmured, but after thinking for a while, he decided not to go.

"It's too early, it's too dangerous..."

For the correct development of history, it is best for him and the high elf prince not to meet easily now, just like the elf and his mother. Once they meet, it is easy for him to know and recall things he should not know.

Now is not the time yet...

Therefore, it will take some time for Nozdormu to appear.

But he still had to help in this scene, because there were things in this scene that he and the other Dragon Kings had to ask for.

At least Nozdormu would stay aside and accept this.

"Then, let me move my body and inform those old guys."

Nozdormu made up his mind, flapped his wings gently, leaped out of the river of time, and then reached an icy area.

This is the arctic land of Azeroth - the continent of glaciers: Northrend, the vast glaciers and snowfields, everything is white as far as the eye can see. This is also where the most dragons live.

Northrend is Nozdormu's first destination. The first thing he wants to see is the Blue Dragon King, and then he goes to other places to inform other dragon kings.

Yes, all Dragon Kings except the Red Dragon Queen.

Deathwing is no longer considered a kinsman by Nozdormu.