The female guest took off her hat and robe a little tiredly. Under the robe, there was a heavy package hidden.

She sat on the table in the cabin, put the package in front of her eyes, and opened it. Inside was a rubbing book filled with dense text and pictures, and a sheathed dagger.

She picked up the short knife, grasped the scabbard, and pulled it out.

There is a shining light dancing on the gray blade, which is the light of holy silver. The style of this short knife is completely different from the popular style in the human world now, but it has a violent beauty of the barbaric era, and if

If that book is correct, such a knife can easily penetrate the thick magic shields of those death knights, and the holy silver on the blade can even cause terrible damage to them.

"Khadgar, you are really playing with fire..."

The female guest walked to the mirror on the wall of the cabin. She stretched out her hand and wiped it on her face. Soon, a strange mask was removed from her face, revealing the female guest's true face.

He has light green skin, small fangs, a pair of big eyes that are very similar to those of the Draenei, and mature black hair with twin tails.

Garona Haverson...a top assassin who should have been imprisoned in the deepest part of Karazhan, is now sitting on a ship from Boralus to the Eastern Continent. She looks at the glass in front of her, which is shining with

Her melancholy eyes.

"I knew that you are actually still the same person... Death has not taken you away, nor has it changed you. My Khadgar, you are still the same hero."
Chapter completed!