Hillsbrad Hills.

It is located to the south of the Alterac Mountains, northwest of the Arathi Highlands, and to the south by the sea.

The hilly terrain is vast and fertile, with a large number of farms and one or two settlements.

Nominally, this area belongs to the Kingdom of Lordaeron, but the majesty of the Minahir family is not fully displayed here.

Gilneth, Outlake, Fort Riptide, Dalaran, and even Kurtilas on the sea are all too close to this area.

On the other hand, the kingdom of Lordaeron itself has the farthest influence and distance in this region.

So there's a little bit of a bit of a three-way flavor here.

The kingdom of Lordaeron is sovereign, but because of its distance, it is only up to the nobles and lords to maintain its rule-

Azeroth, who haven't experienced natural disasters and orcs, is honestly not very good at technology and dominance.

According to the star soul favor of Tonatiu's brain, it means that human beings at this time have not yet been favored by the world.

While the arcane talent is excellent, otherwise mediocre.

It wasn't until later that he went through hardships and stood on the front line of defending the world that he won the favor of the world.

In the end, he became the dominant force in Azeroth, and even Cadore finally had to obey the human king.

Therefore, the human countries in this period can be said to be more feudal and more traditional than the other.

The problem here in the Hillsbrad Hills is that it is too far from Lordaeron proper, and is the southernmost territory of the kingdom.

It's too close to other human kingdoms.

With the technology and means of domination at this time, it is difficult to maintain complete rule of the kingdom of Lordaeron here.

The local nobles and lords also because the kingdom was too far away. The other surrounding kingdoms are even closer, and if they want to gain a foothold in this fertile and primitive land, they have to fight with the forces of other kingdoms.

And other human kingdoms can't be unthinking about this fertile land under their noses.

However, due to the morality of the human kingdom - this is not the world where the individual race is the strongest after all, and the human race is constantly facing threats from foreign races.

Since the division of the Araso Empire, there have been few civil wars between human kingdoms, which will be spurned by the clan and attacked by the entire human race.

At most, there were some infighting between the courts, conflicts within the kingdom.

For thousands of years, there has not been a war between two human kingdoms.

Even if the Hillsbrad Hills were so good and so close.

Human kingdoms such as Alterac and Gilneth can only place some people in them, support some nobles who are close to Lordaeron, and gain some benefits from them.

If they want to take the territory with their own hands, it is absolutely impossible.

In addition, the kingdom of Lordaeron has been ruled by several generations of virtuous kings, and this generation of emperors is not very old, but there are already signs of a holy monarch.

The kingdom is rich and strong, the country is strong, and the army is strong - even if you really want to fight a civil war, you have to consider whether you can fight it!

As a result, because of these complex reasons, the fertile hills of Hillsbrad seem to be a mixture of dragons and snakes, and the situation is extremely complicated.

Except for Stormwind in the south, which is too far away, almost all other human kingdoms have intervened here.

This is a tradition that has been passed down from the less powerful times of the kingdom of Lordaeron.

As the suzerain, Lordaeron has always turned a blind eye.

Anyway, everyone didn't dare to do it, and it was nominally owned by Lordaeron, and it was indeed too far away from the royal capital, so it could only be left here to be left to the nobles and lords to be semi-autonomous.

In this case, there are many farm estates in the Hillsbrad Hills, and there are very few influential large cities - the town of Southsea can barely be counted as one.

Tonatiu at this time, came to this situation in the hills of Hillsbrad.

Night falls.

Elune hung high in the sky, about the time of night.

Tonatiu came to a farmstead not far from Dalaran, not far from the avenue that runs through the hills.

There are not many villagers in this farm, and it was here that Modra was chosen by Master Antonidas to take him to study and live.

In other words, this small farmstead in the middle of the hills is where Modra was born.

Her parents were an ordinary peasant couple on the estate.

While they were out, they were attacked and killed by wild beasts near the hills, and poor Modra was orphaned.

If it weren't for Master Antonidas and Dalaran to take her in, whether she would have survived to adulthood would have been a question mark.

However, the current Modra has also become an unattainable big man for this small village.

The village was originally the territory of a Viscount of Lordaeron.

After she was officially promoted to the rank of Master, ranked as a legend, and raised her own mage tower in Dalaran.

The Viscount "sincerely" dedicated the village to Modra.

Seeing that he was so "sincere", Modra generously accepted the village and became her domain - in fact, all the bigwigs of Dalaran had similar operations in all the major human kingdoms, among which the hills of Hillsbrad were the most.

It is the closest to the Magic Kingdom, and the land is fertile and extremely productive.

The village where Modra was born has become her private domain, the kind that doesn't have to be managed by Lordaeron.

This unspoken rule is tacitly approved by the great kingdoms.

This manor-like village was also renamed Modra Village from the unknown village of Rank.

Modra Village.

It turned out that the lord viscount came here to rest in a small country house when he was on vacation.

Tonatiu met his first child.

In the warm and comfortable living room of the villa, the Troll King was wearing a well-fitting cloth robe, and his hands that had not trembled when he shook Deathwings were trembling slightly at the moment.

Because in his big hands, he was holding his own treasure, the crystallization of his love with Modra—

Born a month ago, a Titan human, and a hybrid of his demigod troll.

The humans of Azeroth conceived in October, and are largely similar to humans on Earth.

But the treasure of Tonatiu is a half-blood, and he and Modra are so special.

After 8 months in her mother's womb, she couldn't wait to come into the world!

It was when Tonatiu left Zutona and could no longer communicate with her, so he traveled all the way to Dalaran.

Tonatiu looked at his own children like the most precious thing in the world.

She was very small, and her whole body was only the size of two or two of Tonatiu's palms - not small at all, but his palms were quite large.

It would take at least a year for a human baby to be her size.

This is actually quite understandable, after all, her mother is an atavistic Titan human who is more than five meters tall.

Her father is also a monster with a height of more than 3.6 meters.

But in her father's mind, she was so small, so small that she had to be carefully cared for.

Her face was round, pale blue and delicate with two small blushes, red, like a big apple.

She slept soundly, her eyes closed tightly, like two threads; The two eyebrows resembled two crooked crescents—long, thin, a bit like elven eyebrows, but not so much.

In her sleep, her little mouth often moves, as if she is feeding.

She was covered in a small quilt and tied tightly with a rope, not moving.

Tonatiu's heart was drunk.

He looked at his wife, who was sitting next to him, who was now in her human form, her petite and delicate body full of gentle motherhood.

Modra smiled and looked at her lover who was holding her daughter, and she was happy to see the troll king's stunned look.

"Our children." She said. "She doesn't have a name yet. I'm waiting for her father to arrive. The child's name should be given by the father. Honey, have you figured out her name?! ”

Almost without thinking, Tonatiu pronounced the name he had come up with for his daughter along the way here.

"Maisley Tiu Aztec!! Maisley, my moon goddess! My daughter! He held his sleeping child aloft, and he himself was excited like a child.

"Madley?" Modra chuckled and was about to comment.

That's when the vision happened.

Little Maisley, who was held aloft by Tonatyiu, suddenly opened her eyes slightly, and a ray of moonlight shone through the windowsill and on her small forehead.

A majestic and gentle, familiar consciousness of Tonathiu descended.

"Extraordinary. Bless you, bless your children. I will watch her grow......"

This consciousness and voice come and go as fast as it comes.

By the time Masely's young and powerful parents reacted, He was gone.

On Maisley's small forehead, there was a silver moon emblem out of thin air, similar to the one used by the Sisters of Cardore Elune, whom Tonatiu had seen.