"What's the matter, Mr. Arthas? Is there anything wrong with this map? ”

Seeing Arthas's appearance, Tyrande hurriedly asked—in her seriousness, Arthas was already a very powerful adventurer—if Arthas said there was something wrong with the map...... Tyrande felt that he should go to the merchant and give a good review!

"It's not the map, it's the ......"

Arthas muttered under his breath - to Arthas, he is one of the more "well-informed" beings among humans - after all, he had crossed the oceans to hunt down the Dreadlord in Northrend when he was a normal human, and then crossed the Endless Sea with the Burning Legion to the territory of the Night Elves.

Arthas thought that he knew a lot about the geography of this world, and that he should be more than enough to deal with Tyrande's doubts, but ......

Arthas looked at the map in his hand—unlike any he had ever seen—in which the world seemed to have only two parts.

Not the two parts of the continent of Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdom that Arthas knew, but ...... In the center of the map, a huge continent, and to the south, a smaller island that crosses the ocean.

"What is it?"

Tyrande stood up, leaned over to Arthas's side, looked down at the map, and asked curiously.

"Stay away!"

Frost Sorrow was a little upset to see this, and she ran over as well. Slipped between Tyrande and Arthas, squeezed them apart, and muttered in the lingua franca. The little head of the melon arched between the Alsace box Tyrande, just wanting to keep the Night Elf "old woman" away from her master.

"There are a lot of places -- I mean the areas marked on this map -- that our compatriots don't know anything about...... Where is this island? I have to say with regret that our shipbuilding technology is not yet able to support such a long voyage......"

Arthas humbly asks Tyrande for advice—he discovers that the map of the world from 10,000 years ago is completely different from what he knew.

"This is Pandaria, the territory of the panda people...... They're our allies, but I haven't seen them much......"

Tyrande gestured with his hand to the island that Arthas was referring to. Then explained.

"That's right, if you follow the comparison of our maps, our human kingdom should be here......"

Arthas wondered why the world of 10,000 years ago was so far from what he knew. The only reason he could think of was the invasion of the Burning Legion.

On this map, Arthas saw the outline of a continent that he was familiar with, but it seemed that whatever he knew was Kalimdor. Or the Eastern Kingdom. Or the continent of Northrend in the north...... It's all part of the whole continent in front of you.

If the map of the continent in front of Alsace were divided into several parts, it would become the world that Alsace knew - Northrend in the north, Kalimdor in the west, and two subcontinents in the east......

Arthas was still somewhat familiar with the fragments of these continents, and this area was mostly blank on the Night Elf map, so Arthas seemed to casually move the "human kingdom" he knew to 10,000 years ago.

"Here, here, and here are our human territory, and here, and here are occupied by trolls...... Walk through the territory of these trolls and you will reach your realm. Ms. Tyrande. ”

Arthas said to Tyrande.

"Oh, okay. I got ......."

Tyrande pulled out a small notebook out of nowhere, and used a small charcoal pen wrapped in a silk scarf on her notebook, and wrote down everything Arthas said in the words of the Night Elves, not forgetting to mark the map.

Arthas couldn't help but feel a little weird in his heart as he looked at Tyrande's somewhat ridiculous behavior - if one day, Tyrande had the opportunity to come to these places and see that they were not at all different from what he said......

"By the way, Mr. Arthas, did you make it all the way here? Then why didn't I see your luggage? ”

Tyrande asked Arthas as he marked the map as he marked the dividing line between the human and troll territories that Arthas had said, of course, made up by Arthas, and in this day and age, all of them should belong to trolls.

"This ...... Well, we had some trouble in that wood, lost our way and lost our luggage and ran out of food...... If you haven't stepped out of that forest, the consequences will be unimaginable......"

Arthas didn't blush at all when he told a lie - of course, he also knew that his words actually had a lot of loopholes, but Tyrande was a young night elf who hadn't had much contact with the outside world, and he had never been so far away, and Arthas's words, because Arthas's seemingly kind smile on the surface, was fooled by this.

For a long time to come, Tyrande took a keen interest in the Trolls and Humans' habits, the geography of their realms, and even the myths and beliefs of humans.

However, Arthas was indeed a little tired - his own battle with the eternal dragon Mnozdor had made him a little tired, and he had not had time to rest since he came to 10,000 years ago.

Although Arthas never said anything about his tiredness for polite reasons, it wasn't until Arthas couldn't help but yawn that Tyrande understood Arthas's feelings.

"Right...... I'm sorry, Mr. Arthas, but I forgot that you came here after a long journey...... Then I'll leave first, and you and Lady Frost have a good rest! Tomorrow...... I'll ask you about these questions tomorrow! ”

Tyrande quickly put away his map and notebook, and said to Arthas in an apologetic tone.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Tyrande, but we're really tired, so ......"

Arthas also felt that he was in a bad state, he stood up, sent Tyrande to the door of the room apologetically, and then watched the Night Elf priestess leave his room and walk to the stairs at the end of the corridor, before closing the door, marking it, and then walking back to the small bed, sitting down, and looking at the air in front of him in a slight daze. (To be continued......)