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And all of Azeroth fell into a strange tranquility.

Kalimdor, the Oath is still recuperating, and the tribes are doing their best to build their own homeland. Thunder Bluff, Leviskin, Firas, and Azhara are all alive and well.

The ancient Night Elves have started a new move under the leadership of the Great Druids who have woken up, and it is also rare for this group of druids to rearm for battle.

And on the shores of the muddy swamps, a new city is taking shape. The city was divided into more than a dozen districts, and architects of various races, including humans, dwarves, gnomes, minotaurs, goblins, trolls, night elves, blood elves, high elves, and orcs, were invited to build one of them.

In the Eastern Kingdom, there was an undercurrent, and the construction of the Wall of Greymane put Tyrenus's unification plan on hold, and in desperation, Terenus decided to have his son Arthas Minehir officially begin training as a paladin.

Under the control of the king of Lordaeron, Arthas became a disciple of Uther, and Terenus believed that when Arthas truly mastered the hand of silver, Lordaeron would be unstoppable.

The tax-free kingdom of Stormwind is having a hard time, and even King Varian Wryon is having a hard time. Despite this, the Brotherhood of Stonemasons who built Stormwind did not owe a penny in wages.

Aurelia gave birth to a little boy, who was named Franks Lothar.

Shortly after Ryan was born, Anduin Wrynn, the youngest prince of the Kingdom of Stormwind, was born, and then Tulayan and Varian began to transform into neighborhood committee aunts and began to care about Khadgar's personal problems - if it weren't for Aurelia to stop him, Tulayan would have almost sold his sister-in-law.

Under the oppression of power, the rejuvenated Khadgar had no choice but to start a long blind date......

The Magic Kingdom of Dalaran is still high, although Crassus of the Council of Six has been absent for a long time, and a mage named Ronin has gone farther and farther on the road to death with many friends, but all in all, the life of these mages is still very good.

With the blessing of the Water Elemental Lord and Tide Hunter Nepturon, Kurtilas began to grow rapidly. The sea became safe and quiet, and even taverns were rumored that a sampan could cross the endless sea with the flag of Kurtiras on it - of course, bragging.

Gilneth is becoming more and more self-contained, and the high walls of Greymane divide the country from the world, and also divide the people of Gilneys, leaving the whole country in the twilight.

In cold Northrend, everything is very different.

In the Howling Fjord, the Frostwolf Orcs quickly adapted to the environment - although there was no volcano in their homeland of Frostfire Ridge, the ice and snow were the same.

By the time the poor Blackstone Orcs made their way from the Dragonbone Wilderness to the Howling Windsfjord, their numbers had been reduced considerably, and Red Black Hand had completely lost the power of Drektar to snatch the lead.

And in the Soracha Basin, a new Riptide Fort was built. These humans who traveled thousands of miles forged a peculiar friendship with the local crocodile people who called themselves oracles, co-building this pristine and fertile land.

In the Dragonbone Wilderness, the dragon legions in the Temple of Dragon's Sleep meet frequently, and unexpectedly, the bronze dragon king Nozdorm is no longer routinely absent - this big brother seems to have changed his personality and is no longer addicted to time travel!

And beneath Icecrown, Naozu and his two or three kittens of the Scourge and the insects of Eldraine Nirub are battling against the Facelesss. The number of servants of these ancient gods seems endless, and there are no corpses after death......

Of course, not all zergs were in favor of joining forces with Neozu, and a crypt lord called Atud migrated south with a portion of the Eldraine-Nirub in hopes of finding a peaceful region.

And the drunken wind on the upper floor of the Blackstone Tower means that none of this has anything to do with me.

After a grand wedding (most of the black dragons are present), Drunken Wind and Onexia usher in a new little life.

When a winged red panda wet the top of the eggshell, Zuifeng felt that his whole person was sublimated.

"Yohe~ It's a little boy - then you'll be called Nomi, hahahaha!"

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This is the last chapter of the second volume, to summarize it simply, it's a bit short, haha!

Tomorrow begins the third volume, the top of Mount Hyjal! (To be continued.) )