Jaina nodded. She abandoned everything she knew and came to the Kalimdo continent to join the war, following the prophet's guidance and trying to save the world. This is also the most proud thing she has always been.

The old lady looked at her with a sharp look: "But is this the truth? Do you think you are irreplaceable?"

Looking at Jaina's firm gaze, the old lady smiled: "No one is irreplaceable in the face of time."

Frowning, Jaina felt that her outlook on life had cracks: "You mean that what I did was meaningless? Can the night elves rely on their own strength to delay time and engage in that last battle without the help of me and Thrall?"

The old lady neither nodded nor shook her head, because she couldn't tell the truth about this.

The foundation of the night elves is too deep. They repelled two invasions of the Burning Legion. Which race can do this now?

According to her observation, the second invasion was indeed very dangerous, forcing the night elves to sacrifice the world tree that gave them immortal life to kill Archmond, but did they use up their cards? It's hard to say.

The old lady knew that in Valsarah of the Broken Islands, the priestesses of Eluen had kept a treasure that was enough to activate the power of creation. Can this treasure hurt Archmond? The old lady didn't know, and she didn't know if there were similar arrangements in the rest of the world.

She only knew that the high priest Tyrande. Yufeng had long foresaw the invasion of the Burning Legion and had prepared for it for tens of thousands of years. Perhaps she didn't need her stupid son to run for her, and she could defeat the Burning Legion.

"Whether what you do is meaningful depends on the result. Now it seems, it is meaningful." Aegwen and Medieval are both proud of each other. She will not interfere with her son. Her son also pretends that she is not here. She is usually busy with her own things and it is not appropriate to publicly sabotage the situation. The old lady said a few words idealistically.

She hurriedly changed the awkward topic: "What happened today? Look at your face is so bad?"

Jaina said a little depressedly: "It's Vanessa."

She paused for a moment, and she guessed that her consultant didn't know about this person, so she wanted to explain.

But unexpectedly, Old Mrs. Aegwen really remembered this person. The first time she immediately saw the scene of Vanessa wearing a fishman leather case, hiding from a distance to cheer for a bunch of monsters.

The old lady was flirting with fear that she would laugh out loud.

"That little girl who is very good at talking? I remember her, what's wrong with her?"

Jaina was a little confused. This tone was wrong! The old lady could ask someone the sentence "What's wrong with her?", judging by her cold style, this was a relatively close expression.

"She said she wanted to revive Lordaeron." Jaina was very entangled.

The old lady waited for ten seconds and found that there was nothing left.

She was a little confused, and seemed to be asking in her eyes, "That's all?" She thought that the girl with a sweet mouth was dead!"

The old lady took the magic book again as a story book, read it casually, and said indifferently: "Then let her do it."

Jaina couldn't help but say the question in her heart: "But this will trigger a war between the alliance and the tribe."

"Why don't the undead occupy Lordaeron's homeland, why don't they worry about triggering wars between the tribe and the alliance, but you need to worry? Lordaeron has been a human land from beginning to end, why is it occupied by a group of undead? Just because they are pitiful?"

The old lady asked repeatedly, and her position was undoubtedly on the side of human beings. Not participating did not mean that she did not have her own opinions.

"When you can make concessions, and when you can't make concessions, you will never retreat. Even if everyone lets you go away, you must firmly hold on to your bottom line. Although the little girl is nonsense, she is more in line with the definition of a traditional hero in the human kingdom. And you, Miss Gianna Prodmore, you are an excellent mage, but you are not as good as her in this regard."

The old lady has witnessed too many dynasties and countless heroes. She doesn't care about this matter, and she expresses her own opinions, and then she starts reading on her own.

Jaina returned to the bedroom in frustration, and later she tied her cloak and came to the beach of Theramore alone.

The sea breeze blew, and the remains of Kurtiras' warships were scattered by the sea, and several scattered masts were exposed to the water. Although the hull sank to the bottom of the sea, they still stubbornly showed the world their traces of existence.

The water surface was extremely calm, but the female mage seemed to be able to hear the roar from the wind, as if Kurtiras' fleet was still there, their artillery was still roaring, and the soldiers' swords were still sharp, as if their father had not left him.

"Dad, did I really do something wrong?" Jaina stroked the saber of Delin Prodmore that Vanessa gave her. She could not face this weapon before, so she wanted to send the knife away, preferably she would never see it in her life. Who knew that after turning around, the saber returned to her hands.

If a person dies, Darin Proudmore will not jump out.

But Jaina was still so sad that she couldn't breathe. The high wall she built for herself in her heart created huge cracks.

Old Mrs. Eggwen's words were very sharp, but one thing was right.

He cares about the relationship between the alliance and the tribe and tribe, and tries to resolve the conflicts between the two sides, but does the tribe think so too? If he thinks so, why should Thrall accept the Forgotten Ones as a member of the tribe? Isn’t he afraid of causing conflicts and wars?

At one moment, Jaina even felt that only she cared about the peace between the alliance and the tribe, and the rest probably didn't care.

Vanessa doesn't care, Bervar doesn't care, Sal is hard to say, Sylvanas doesn't seem to care, do you care?

Before, she would say that she cared about it very much, but now she found that she didn't care much either.

Once the war begins, how many orcs die and how many humans die. Will she be sad about it? It will be sad, but it will not affect her life.

She was born into a great noble family and had experienced wars since she was a child. If she had died alone, she would have been sad for a long time, and she would have died long ago.

After three major wars, she cherishes the value of peace, but she is not afraid of war.

What she cared more about was the sacrifices she made for peace, and wanted those sacrifices to become meaningful. In essence, they were all a fortress built for her past behavior. If everything was meaningful, her sacrifice was right. If everything was meaningless, then her previous actions were wrong!
Chapter completed!