Late at night.

Eastern Kingdom North.

Dalaran.

Sun and Moon Mage Tari.

At the top of the Mage Tower, warm and bright lights were on, and through the magic glass, you could see that there were still figures working inside.

In fact, it is.

The owner of the Pagoda, one of the six Dharma Masters of Dalaran, Master Modra, was sitting at his desk writing letters.

[To Sir Lothar:]

[As I said, alien races have begun to invade the kingdom of mankind. Seven days ago I had heard that Kul Tiras had fallen, and that Pelaris was now full of the green barbarians. 】

[Humanity is at stake. What I feared has happened. It's a pity that until now, Dalaran still didn't want to believe that those barbarians could land on the mainland. They believe that Kul Tiras will only fall because of the addition of a traitor. 】

[The young Terenus Minahir even declared that he would soon retake Coultiras and hand over the throne to Prodmore.] 】

[It is true that Lordaeron is indeed a powerful country. Terenus Minahir is also a rare master, and Lordaeron's soldiers are also considered elite. 】

[But whether it is Terenus Minahir or the other human kings, they all underestimate those barbarians from the other world. 】

[What do you think about this?] I still stick to my previous opinion that the nations of humanity must unite and launch an equal alliance against the barbarians from the other world! 】

[Only by gathering the strength of all human kingdoms can we survive this calamity.] 】

[Unfortunately, at present, the kings of the north are not prepared to do this.] I don't know what your king will do. 】

This is my opinion. 】

【Dalaran, Modra Pen】

After writing the reply, Modra put down the quill pen in her hand and carefully read the wording and font on the letter.

After confirming that everything was correct, she tapped on the table. The lifeless letter lying on the table suddenly seemed to come to life, curled up on its own and became a ball, and then floated to the side of a candle that had been extinguished and then began to burn itself.

It's not killing itself.

The spontaneously combusting candle was no ordinary candle, it was an alchemical product made by Modra from a bronze dragon's scales, along with many other rare materials.

Such a special alchemy candle was discovered in a magic experiment a year ago and subsequently improved to create a special enchanted creation.

There were seven such candles, one each for Modra's Mage Tower and Manor, one each for Zutona and Zudasa, one in her Mentor's Mage Tower, and one for the Troll King's swordsman, Kezra.

The last special candle she gave to the Mage Tower of the Southern Kingdom.

This allowed her to exchange messages with the rulers of the southern human kingdoms.

The candle is used in such a way that after writing a letter on special stationery, the letter can be burned on the candle to send the message to where she wants to send.

However, this particular candle is only a half-finished product, and it can only send Modra's messages out, and it can't accept the messages that other candles want to send back to her.

In other words, it's just a one-way communication tool.

Just like now.

The ruling class of the human kingdom in the south sent a knight to traverse the gate of space and deliver the letter to Dalaran.

All she had to do was burn the letter, and if there was no interference from the high position, the humans of the south would soon receive her warning.

Looking at the ashes of the letter, which had been burned to ashes, Modra sighed, feeling sad for the current situation of the human kingdom.

Although she loves him and favors trolls because of him, she has grown up in the human world since she was a child, even if she is no longer human in a sense. She still has a hometown-like affection for the human kingdom, except for the relationship between her lover, her friends and relatives are all human.

What happened to Dasaro, although she did not see it, would never want this kind of disaster to befall human beings.

Pity......

The self-confident human kings completely ignored her warning more than two months ago, and took the arrival of the orcs seriously.

Even now, with the help of the orcs, the kings of the land still don't pay enough attention to it.

Although troops had been sent to keep watch near the coastline, and some nobles had begun to gather troops, they had no intention of saving Kurtilas.

Even Terenus Minahir, who claimed to be going to rescue Kurtilas, has not moved anything other than shouting so far.

Modra knew it was going to be bad.

His lover had warned her early on that when the orcs couldn't get a bargain from the trolls, they would turn around and find a weak enemy, because that was the only way to strengthen themselves.

Strong, but not united at all, the human kingdom, which has long been intrigued internally, is targeted by them.

"Hey~"

Looking out into the dark night, Modra sighed.

"Mom~Mom."

A crisp voice sounded not far behind her.

Immediately putting her worries about the orcs behind her, Modra turned with a gentle smile as her daughter Maxley stumbled over.

"Mynie." Modra called her daughter's nickname, mildly unspeakable, "Aren't you asleep?" You told my mom that you can sleep alone. What's wrong? Still don't dare? Then mom will go with you. ”

"No~" Not long after she learned to speak, Maxley shook her cute head.

"I, I'm ......," she said halfway through when she suddenly raised her chubby fingers and counted on them: "One...... Two......

Three...... Right, three, third ......"

"I, yes, was the third...... Wake up. Many, many, golden, clouds. Many, many, golden, animals. ”

Hearing her daughter say this, Modra's gentle smile froze.

I don't know why an uncomfortable emotion rose in her heart, but in the face of her innocent daughter, she still smiled gently: "Are you dreaming? Dreaming of strange dreams? It's okay, Missie. It was just a dream. ”

Her daughter often had strange dreams, sometimes of the moon, sometimes of the Giant of Light, and sometimes of running to the bottom of the sea to play with a child......

Modra is used to it.

She knew her daughter wasn't just an ordinary child.

Daughter of the Troll God King.

A descendant of the Titan Master.

The lucky one who has been blessed by the moon god.

Will it be ordinary people?

"Mommy will sleep with you." Modra said to her with a smile.

"No, yes, dreams. No. Masley said.

"Mom, sleep, together. Good. ”

Modra laughed, crouched down and picked up her daughter, who was less than two years old, and was waist-high.

It's not that Modra is petite, her human form is tall enough for a human female, almost as tall as the average human male.

It's Maselie who is too tall.

She's half-blood, after all.

……

……

Beneath the Endless Sea.

The Eternal Palace.

Queen Azhara, who was sleeping with Vraski's daughter in her arms, suddenly woke up.

She felt a chill in her chest, something was sucking her......

The queen sighed helplessly.

Look down.

Sure enough, the little guy was sucking it with his eyes open.

"You little one! It's all already weaned, and there's this fetish! Stop, I'm not Vasqui, I don't have what you want. She laughed and cursed.

Born half a year later than Maxley, her sister Elsa can't speak, but she can already understand the queen's words.

She "woo~" and continued to hold the queen...... Eat. Aishara was helpless and funny, and she couldn't bear to pull Aisha away.

Aisha's appearance won't hurt her, not to mention that because Vaschi is not in the Eternal Palace for more than a month, Aisha has relied on her very much, and it is not the first time that she has done this to her.

Aishara touched Aisha's soft silver hair, and in the middle of the night, there was a hint of softness in her heart that was as hard as ice.

Seeing that Aisha sucked hard, it was obviously nothing, and she couldn't suck anything out.

Shook his head slightly.

Azshara raised her wrist to the table in front of her and picked up a book that had already been on it.

The style of the books is very old, but it seems to be very well preserved, typical of the style of ancient Cadore.

The queen held Elsa in one hand, and took the Cadore book in the other, and turned the pages with her slender fingers.

At this time, if someone can understand the linguists and archaeologists of the ancient Kadore script, or the Naga and elves who have lived from ancient times to the present.

You can read the cover text of the book in Azara's hand.

Translated into the present text, the title of the book is: Elune Sleeps with You.

A little unfamiliar, her voice was a little dry, but Elune hugged Aisha and spoke.

"Elune, shine brightly. Elune, sleep as you go. Elune,......"

She's singing.

Singing the children's rhymes of the ancient Kadore.

Long.

Aisha, who woke up in the middle of the night, fell asleep again.

The Queen breathed a sigh of relief.

Let go of the previous one, even if the Well of Eternity exploded ten thousand times, she would never pick up the [Elune to sleep with you] once.

"It's not easy."

She carefully put her ...... Pulled out of Elsa's mouth.

"It's a weird feeling."

She thought.