For the next few weeks, Tirio did not regret the decision he had made that day, on the contrary, he had been rejoicing at the arrival of the High Elves.
Because of the addition of elven mages, the progress of the city's reconstruction has been greatly accelerated.
Whether it is the shaping and transformation of rocks, the arrangement of the protective circle of the city walls, or the manufacture of enchanting tools, the elven mages have played an incredible role, and the completely different aesthetics of the elves and dwarves make the buildings they participate in the construction show a strong elven style, full of exotic style.
As we all know, human magic is learned from elves, and during the Troll Wars 2,800 years before the Dark Gate opened, the elven kingdom of Quel'Salas began to teach magic to humans and concluded a covenant with the human kingdom of Arathus.
However, until the rise of the magical city-state of Dalaran, the level of human magic was far behind that of the High Elves, in fact, until now, the magic of the elves has its own uniqueness, especially in terms of arcane protection.
Thanks to the concerted efforts of the people, Stratholme was finally rebuilt before the Winter Veil arrived.
Everyone, coalition forces and refugees, moved into their new homes.
When the bells of the Temple of Justice struck in the early hours of December 15, 24 after the doors of darkness were opened, the whole city was in a joyous mood as people took to the streets to participate in the ebullient Winter Veil Parade.
All the people, whether humans, dwarves, elves, trolls, orcs, and minotaurs, huddled together and bustled in the direction of Harvest Square.
Well, except for the Forsaken, who smell so strong that people can't get away with it, and even if people are just as grateful for their great help, no one will get over their noses.
The natural disasters on the square have long been demolished, the entire square has been renovated, and the surrounding shops are open all night, and the goblin merchants who are good at seizing business opportunities have put all their goods on the shelves, whether it is festive snacks such as eggnog and gingerbread, or small gifts such as fighting cars, candy bars, mistletoe, or festive clothes such as red winter hats and winter boots.
Although they have just returned to normal life and do not have much spare money in their hands, people still do not hesitate to spend a few copper plates for a cup of hot cider to relax, or buy a few small gifts to amuse the children.
People sang and danced around the big pine trees of the Winter Veil in the center of the square, expressing their joy and gratitude for the gift of the Holy Light.
A joyous atmosphere in Archon Tirio?
Ferdin's appearance at the entrance to the plaza reached its climax, and the paladin who had been working to banish the undead and fight to reclaim the Plaguelands was clearly more affectionate and beloved than the all-powerful Light of Faith.
"Our Tirio!"
They affectionately called him that.
Yes, with the support of Diego and the population, Tirio?
Fording became the city's first consul, and Maxwell, the Supreme Leader of the Silver Dawn?
Baron Tyrossos clearly had no intention of competing with him for the position, and the pure paladin preferred to stand guard in the Chapel of Light's Wish, guarding the remains of the tens of thousands of heroes buried below to defend Lordaeron to ensure that they were not exploited by the Scourge Legion.
It is said that underneath this chapel is also a treasure trove of the precious heritage of the paladins.
As for Diego as a saint, the people were more likely to have a kind of worship and fanaticism, and they could worship him, and they could die for him, but they did not dare to look at him and approach him, lest they would offend the majesty of the Light.
No one dared to ask him to do anything, and even if he wanted to help, they would take away his tools in horror and beg him to stay away from the mud and filth.
Many times, his presence will make people panic and uncertain, and his work efficiency will be greatly reduced, and in the end, he will have to leave quietly and embarrassed.
This also made Diego feel a little lonely in this lively city, his friends were busy, and he was too embarrassed to let them leave their work and come to chat with him.
"I'm homesick!"
Sitting in a small elegant room on the second floor of the bar, Diego said boredly with his pipe in his mouth.
This room has a terrace facing the square, and through the openwork wooden doors, they can see the crowd in the square.
Around the table sat Masrae, Dezko, Bloodspear, and Brian.
It's a rare gathering where friends come together and have a good drink.
Bloodspear and the dwarves are fighting wine, while Dezko and Masrae discuss the harmony between the elements and nature.
The room fell silent for the warm fireplace and the beeping of blazing firewood.
"What did you say?"
The orc blood spear said with blurred eyes, he looked a little too drunk, but he still keenly grasped the point of Diego's words, "You want to leave?"
” "Isn't this your home?
Haven't you traveled all of Azeroth, from the wetlands to Stormwind, from the Dust Swamp to Orgrimmar, and then from the Undercity, all the way to find your memories and origins?
Masrae said in surprise that he had been with Diego for the longest time and knew almost everything about Diego.
Diego nodded, then shook his head again.
He gently exhaled a puff of smoke, enveloping his entire face in the smoke.
The pursuit of memories and life experiences is just his responsibility for this body, more like an obsession, as if only by doing so can he remove his guilt for the previous owner of this body.
Now that he's done, it's like finally paying off the debt he's been carrying, and he's feeling relieved from the bottom of his heart.
But he was not satisfied at all, he may have found his "relatives", but this is not his home, even if Tirio?
Fording cared for him and loved him, but he never felt the warmth and comfort of home, where he always felt like a guest, warmly entertained, but out of place with his surroundings.
"It's like coming to a relative's house," Diego mused, "but it's not my home, it's not mine." ” "And when are you leaving?"
Dezko asked in a low voice.
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He didn't persuade Diego to stay, everyone was already an adult, everyone had their own ideas, and they couldn't force it.
"After this Winter Veil, Stratholme should have everything on track by then," Diego explained, "and I'll leave." ” "Back to the Moon Creek?"
Masrae asked.
"Yes, Returning to the Moon Creek," replied Diego, the unreliable lord who didn't seem to remember that he still had a piece of territory until now, "and it's been almost a whole year since he came out, and I don't know what the Port of Long Beach has become of now." ” "Well, I'll go with you, and I'm going to see my druid jungle too, and hopefully they're not cut down into a bare stake."
Masrae said leisurely that most druids always like to stay in their own jungle, taking care of every plant and tree there, and it is really rare to see someone like him who is free in the world.
"No, Grian?
Stallman would take good care of them, he was a dutiful old man. ” "It's time for me to go back to Ironforge and write a book about this exploration!"
Brian on the side suddenly spoke, his adventure was more thrilling than ever, and he had even figured out how to record it.
He glanced at Diego's trusted companion, "From here to Ironforge, the road is not so peaceful, since the destruction of the kingdom of Lordaeron, the security situation in the north has become worse and worse, there are robbers everywhere, jackals, ogres, dragon roar orcs, syndicate bandits, all kinds of demons and monsters have appeared, we can go together, and we can take care of each other." ” "It's an honor!"
Before Diego could speak, Masrae cheerfully agreed, the young Night Elf had always loved to be boisterous, and this experienced, funny dwarf was definitely the best travel companion.