In the air above the moon, a special smell filled the cabin. Brad lay on the comfortable bed of the cabin, and Tyrande was also lazy in Brad's arms.

At this moment, Tyrande's flushing had not yet faded, as delicate and charming as flowers moistened by rain. If others saw it, it would be unbelievable. Where in front of me was the noble high priest who was worshipped by the elves like a god, he was clearly just a little woman.

"Hey, I'll ask you something serious, don't make trouble now." Tyrand grabbed his big hand and said with a angrily look at Brad.

Brad was almost lost by her charming appearance. Looking at Tyrande's side as a woman, he was full of pride. He thought very much about the world's announcement that Tyrande was his Brad's woman. But it was just thinking about it, and it was impossible to truly do it.

"Hey, are you listening to me?" Tyrande's charming voice revealed a hint of hoarseness.

Brad came back to his senses, took a deep breath to suppress the thought of re-burning himself, and said, "Of course I'm listening, you said."

"Although your attention is good today, my nature will definitely bring a lot of trouble to your territory. Those who join the Jasper Corps may not be sincere, they are probably all goblin spies." Tyrande said lightly.

After talking about the serious matter, Brad's eyes quickly became clear. He pondered for a moment before asking back: "Then if I didn't recruit these goblins, wouldn't I cause trouble for me?"

"You said it's right." Tyrand understood in a daze.

"If I push the ratchet city, the goblins will probably use more ruthless means to deal with the Jade Corner. But there is nothing. I will follow any means. Although there are a large number of spies in this group of people. But I, Jade Corner, cannot be afraid of spies and refuse others to join. Even if they cannot send them from this group of people, they will come from the next group, and the results will be the same. With these people, Jade Corner will speed up. As long as the Jade Corner becomes stronger, I can block the surging waves." Brad said confidently.

Tyrande looked at Brad with a little daze and murmured: "You are still the same for thousands of years. This feeling is so good."

"You're thinking too much." Brad smiled bitterly: "For me, it's only a year, so I will naturally not change."

But Tyrande ignored his words and asked again: "What else do you want to do in the Winter Festival celebration in the future? What is your purpose? I have been thinking about it for a long time but I don't know your intention. I'm afraid it's not just about selling your jade-collared things."

Brad did not hide it, but said, "Actually, my purpose is very simple. You should be clear. Lordaeron's word for Dark Gate has been constantly experiencing wars since the first year of the Dark Gate, and the same is true for my Jade Corner. He has suffered continuous disasters and was almost destroyed a few years ago. If I hadn't received the Hero Lord Order, I would have been no longer the same as me now. Although the Jade Corner has reached such a scale and has been announced today, it has not yet been truly cohesive. This Winter Festival is a good opportunity."

Tyrande still doesn't understand that such a simple purpose wouldn't be so grand. Just because of the performance of today's jasper collar, her jasper collar would definitely be overcrowded that day.

"So what's next."

"Secondly, in order to welcome the arrival of peace, Jade Leader has been busy with war, war, war, and orc war, and after the orc war, it has not been rewarded for merit. Moreover, the existing system of Jade Leader also needs to be slightly adjusted. In my opinion, victory is not only my own, but also the warriors who fight for Jade Leader and everyone who operates normally for the surge in Jade Leader. Therefore, I will celebrate the last few days of the Winter Square Festival as the Building Leader Day, give everyone a holiday, pay salaries and rewards, so that those warriors on the front line of battle will also feel the joy of victory. Those who are promoted will be promoted, and those who are reissued will be given money."

"So it's possible. I didn't expect that the time I ruled for thousands of years was not as thorough as you could see." Tyrande was disappointed and proud.

Brad continued seriously: "You respect me so much, and I just learn from the experience of my predecessors. In fact, my most important purpose is to plan for the future."

"Planning for the future?" Tyrande frowned.

"Not bad," Brad took a deep breath and continued: "For the sake of future planning, I have already had a foreseeable sense that our peace is short, and it will only take ten years. In ten years, we will be tested by a real storm. Before that, I need to improve the overall strength of Azeroth, not just us.

Tyrande also became serious and asked, "You said we are not only you and me, but also the night elves?"

Brad stared into Tyrande's eyes and said, "Do you believe me?"

Tyrande was stunned, without hesitation at all, and said, "If I don't believe it, will there be people in this world that I can believe? Do you doubt me?"

"How could I doubt you? What I said was too incredible. I was just afraid that you would not believe it." Brad said with a wry smile.

"Then you talk about it first." Tyrande said.

"Actually, I have told Aurelia and the others about this matter. At least the Tower of Wind Walker is already preparing, and my Jasper Corner actually started planning for the future a few years ago."

"Okay, I know you're preparing, let's talk about what it is." Tyrande frowned.

Brad nodded and said, "Ten years later, the pattern of Azeroth will undergo earth-shaking changes. At that time, Azeroth will be polarized, and the connections between the races will increase, forming a huge alliance to confront each other and attack each other. A huge crisis will come to Azeroth, and the endless legion of the Dead will sweep over Lordaeron, and the violent nest will appear again. The Burning Legion will not miss such an opportunity, and those world-destroying people who have been lurking in the dark will find an opportunity to attack."

"The insect nest refers to the Ahnqira insect nest. The Burning Legion may also come back, but what are you talking about the army of the dead?" Tyrande asked with a frown.

Brad was stunned and said, "Do you doubt what I said?"

Tyrand said seriously: "I said, if you are not worthy of trusting, I have no one to believe."

Brad gently patted Tyrande on the shoulder and continued, "The army of the dead is an army of dead souls, skeletons, ghouls, hatreds, ghosts, and some of their structures. I already know that disaster will break out in a few years. And the Anqira Hornet is probably still fourteen or five years, but that's all."

"Then what are you preparing for your Jasper Collar?" Tyrande asked.

Brad said seriously: "Preparation is made for everything, the combat effectiveness of soldiers, the city defense of the Jade Territory, the reform of the armed forces, all kinds of supplies. Needless to say, the food stored in my Jade Territory is enough for our current population to enjoy for ten years."

Tyrande was shocked. You should know that Jasper's current population can be divided into millions. What a huge number that is a million people who have enjoyed ten years.

"Is it really serious?"

Brad sighed and said, "It's much more serious than I thought. My influence is limited, and it can only radiate in the Jade Corner. Who else can do such a fool? But they can be ignorant. I can't. You should know that Lordaeron is not only my Jade Corner, but also many humans. They shouldn't pay for this catastrophe. Can you imagine that in my dream, when the deceased natural disaster swept Lordaeron, everything withered, no grass grows, and the air is filled with the power of death. All animals and plants either mutate into monsters that also contain death, or withered and death. The earth is wailing. Countless people are infected with the plague and become walking dead controlled by some terrible existence. That is, fresh undead."

Tyrande's face turned pale when he heard the terrible scenes depicted by Brad, and her eyes were filled with shock: "I can feel the uneasiness and fear hidden in your heart."

Brad said heavily: "I have no way to avoid fear. At that time, the land was deserted and there was no food to produce. At that time, the entire Lordaeron would be a homeless crowd. No matter what, I was once a marshal of human beings, I could not watch them killed by the undead, or infected by the plague and become walking corpses. Fortunately, I still have nearly ten years to prepare, which is my biggest reliance now."

"Don't forget, the Jade Collar and the Night Elf support." Tyrand said slowly on Brad's chest with his hot cheeks.

Brad gently stroked her long, soft hair like water, and smiled bitterly: "You are thinking too much, it is true that support each other. But don't naively think that Kalimdor is safe, and natural disasters will also travel east. You night elves are the first to be affected. In my dream, I saw the explosion of the World Tree and the crying of Mount Hygar."

"I know, the moon god has already reminded me that the night elves will lose eternal life. I didn't expect that. I couldn't make up my mind before, but now I know about the approximate time. Ten years are not a moment for us. The night elves will also make every effort to prepare for war and hoard supplies from today." Tyrande said.

"This is best, and you will be grateful for today's decision." The last stone in Brad's heart also fell. Now it seemed that his worries were redundant. The weight in Tyrande's heart was heavier than he thought.

Tyrande smiled and opened Brad's arms, looked down at Brad, and said with a smile: "There was one thing I was not in a hurry, but now it seems that I have to do it."

"What?" Brad said blankly.

"I also hope to have a child. I was not ready yet. But now I have to, otherwise I won't know what year it will be." Tyrand said as he looked at the sacrificial robe that was torn by Brad, and said charmingly: "I have a replacement sacrificial robe."

Tyrande put his sacrificial robe on his body, then slowly knelt on the bed, turned around, licked his tongue teasingly, and said, "It's time to prove that you are your normal man, what are you waiting for."

Brad didn't expect that she would do the action that he had been asking her to agree to, and his eyes were about to burst into flames. He stared at the graceful figure, and he roared and rushed over.

A bloody sound suddenly sounded in the cabin, and Tyrande's seemingly lingering feeling: "Give me, give me..." (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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