The affection is deep and comforting, but the more this happens, the less I can let my second sister suffer the same fate! I want to protect my family! In my own way!"

The stubbornness in that language made Ronin couldn't help but shudder, but after a moment, after he calmed down, he looked at Vereesa, he sighed, and handed a handkerchief to the ranger,

He said softly:

"Actually, you are thinking about him too, right? From your words, although you said you hate Tyrion, I can tell that you really regard him as a relative. Sorry, I can't imagine my own relatives.

What will happen to me after suffering such misfortune? Maybe I will be more extreme than you..."

The mage shook his head:

"Compared with what you have experienced, my past sufferings are nothing to mention. I'm sorry for arousing your sadness."

"Your suffering?"

Vereesa sneered and wiped her tears with a handkerchief. She looked at Luo Ning: "What suffering do you have? How can you understand my pain."

"Me, I am a useless person."

Luo Ning was not angry because of Vereesa's ridicule. He smiled mockingly and whispered:

"I am also an unlucky person. You know, the mages of Dalaran like to tease the younger generations and give them nicknames. My nickname is...Walking Disaster. It's all because of my bad luck and my

Incompetence..."

In the quiet night of Hillsbrad Hills, humans and elves chatted aimlessly. In the glow of a bonfire, the night had slowly passed. At this time, in the snow-shrouded Kazmo

Dan, Alleria reached out and brushed her dark golden hair. She looked at the north beyond the mountains in front of her. Behind her were five blood elf watchers headed by Nasa.

The cold snowflakes from Khaz Modan slapped on the bodies of this group of people, but it failed to make them feel cold, because the blood flowing in the blood vessels of their bodies was colder than ice cubes.

Alleria stretched out her hand, caught a handful of snowflakes in her palm, licked her lips with her scarlet tongue, and whispered:
Chapter completed!