At this time, Lordaeron in the north also built festival areas.
In the past ten years, Muradin has served as Ironforge's ambassador to the Alliance stationed in Lordaeron. In the past few years, Muradin has led the people around him to celebrate the festival. Now this tradition has been widely spread among the human civilians, and people seem to have really regarded it as their own tradition, successfully making Lordaeron the second human country to celebrate the Winter Veil.
Jaina came to the royal city at the invitation of Prince Arthas of Lordaeron.
For her, who has mastered teleportation, it is not far from Dalaran to Lordaeron.
At Arthas's insistence, Jaina lit the straw man and performed an exciting performance.
At night, Arthas took Jaina to the south of Lordaeron City, on the shore of Lake Lordamere behind the palace.
"Prince Arthas, thank you for inviting me to have a happy holiday." Jaina walked briskly on the lake shore, looking like a lively elf.
The eighteen-year-old Jaina is full of youthful vitality. The education of the royal family and the practice of arcane magic make her full of noble and elegant temperament. Arthas was stunned for a while.
"Jaina, you can still call me Arthas, we have known each other since we were young, grew up together, and sneaked into the orc prisoner-of-war camp together."
"That's right, we are childhood friends, the little devils of Lordaeron are us!"
Jaina remembered the carefree childhood, and her mood relaxed, and then she took Arthas's arm like she took Calia's.
Arthas then pressed Jaina's hand on his arm with one hand. This may just be an expression of friendship and politeness, but Jaina didn't like this way very much.
She raised her head, glanced at Arthas, released her hand without a trace, and then sighed and said: "Time flies so fast, ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, and you have also changed from a wooden sword apprentice to a legendary rank, becoming a core member of the Silver Hand."
"Then do you know what the motivation for my hard work over the years is?"
Arthas stared into Jaina's eyes.
Jaina became interested: "Oh? What is the motivation that spurs our genius prince?"
Arthas had built up the atmosphere, but Jaina still showed no reaction, which made the young and naive Prince Arthas feel a bit frustrated.
Our prince became a little nervous, he could hear his heart beating violently in his chest, but his strong strength allowed him to calm down quickly.
"From the first day I saw you, I knew you would be a girl who could enjoy all kinds of fun with me. A girl who wouldn't mind swimming happily in the hot summer, or…"
Arthas paused for a moment: "Or taking a walk by the lake on a beautiful night."
These words were already very obvious. Jaina had only been immersed in arcane practice for more than ten years, but she wasn't stupid. At this moment, she had already sensed something.
Jaina looked up, and in the next moment, their eyes met. The mage girl felt Arthas's strangeness, and she took a step back.
But Arthas immediately took a step forward. His arms wrapped around her tightly like iron hoops. He stroked Jaina's face, and his calloused, powerful fingers gently slid along the curves of her cheeks.
"Jaina."
Arthas said softly.
Jaina shivered. She felt that this was not good. She should step back, and magic was quietly gathering.
"I…"
"Like you…"
Arthas finally said these words. When the last three words were spoken, a white light flashed, and the beauty in his arms had long since disappeared!
So!
Did she hear it or not?
On the north shore of Lake Lordamere, only Arthas was left alone in the night, in a mess.
Dalaran, Gandalf's Mage Tower.
Another white light, and Jaina had already returned to Dalaran from Lordaeron.
The white light of the spell disturbed a young woman who was concentrating on reading nearby.
"Jaina, Master Gandalf taught you to avoid Dalaran's magical barrier for teleportation, not to sneak out to play every day!"
The young woman had a tall figure and long chestnut hair. Compared to Jaina's youthful vitality, the woman was more tranquil and gentle.
At this time, she closed her book, stood up, came to Jaina's side, and smoothed her messy hair caused by the hasty teleportation.
"What happened that you're so flustered?" the young woman asked Jaina softly.
"Illucia, Arthas forcibly hugged me just now and said a lot of strange things to me." Jaina looked at the woman in front of her and finally calmed down.
"So what did he say? A confession?"
"I don't know, I teleported away after he only said half of it!"
"…"
Illucia felt sorry for the excellent Prince of Lordaeron for three seconds!
But as a close friend, Illucia could only stand on Jaina's side: "Perhaps Arthas's approach was too rude and scared little Jaina."
"Yeah, yeah."
Jaina buried her head in Illucia's arms like a kitten, and occasionally rubbed gently.
"Our Jaina has grown up and become so excellent. Not only does Prince Kael'thas favor you, but you have even attracted the Prince of Lordaeron."
Illucia didn't mean to be jealous. She and Jaina had been studying under Gandalf's tutelage for more than ten years. Gandalf's third apprentice, Rhonin, was silent and liked to be alone. Plus, he was a man and would consciously avoid the two of them. Therefore, in these ten years, the two girls had been together almost every day except when they went back to visit their families.
"But…"
Jaina's lazy and comfortable voice came from Illucia's arms. "But I don't like them!"
"I do hope you can choose one of them." This was Illucia's sincere words. Whether it was the gentle and refined Kael'thas or the talented Arthas, both were so excellent and their family backgrounds were so strong.
"I just don't like them…"
"I know, I know, you want your big brother Galen." Illucia sighed, not knowing what she was thinking of.
"Don't be discouraged, Illucia. As long as Stromgarde hasn't sent any news, we still have a chance."
Illucia didn't speak. Actually, as for Galen, she liked him, but it wasn't love. She was just a person being played by fate.
More than ten years ago, the Barov family needed Stromgarde's protection to avoid being annexed by Lordaeron.
But Lordaeron at that time was too powerful, and was still the leader of the Alliance. Even if Stromgarde intervened, their family still lost the ownership of the Brill territory.
In order not to be targeted by Lordaeron, Duke Barov thought of a marriage method. Unfortunately, Thoras agreed verbally but couldn't control his son. It could only be blamed on Galen being too excellent to control his own destiny.
Now, ten years have passed, and her younger brothers, Weldon Barov and Alexi Barov, have also grown up. These two brothers are no longer as close as they were when they were young. They are full of desire for the Barov family's wealth and land. They are constantly at odds with each other in order to obtain the final inheritance rights.
She couldn't see the family's revival in her younger brothers. In order to protect the family under Lordaeron's watchful eyes, the twenty-six-year-old Illucia could only choose to hold on and continue to hold on to the Trollbane family's thigh to ensure the continuation of the Barov family.
Perhaps when she cultivates to become a legendary mage, she can also protect the family.
Illucia thought silently in her heart.
Now she is also an eighth-tier high-level mage. Although her talent is not as good as Jaina's genius, who has cultivated to the ninth tier in a short period of time, it is not weak, but the legend is still far away.
"I have no choice, Jaina, but you have more choices!"
Illucia felt that unless Prince Galen took the initiative, it would be difficult for Jaina to compete with the high elf who disappeared with Galen eight years ago.
After hearing these words, Jaina's eyes became blurred.
She remembered when she was only three years old, she met that equally young Galen. At that time, her brother and Galen became good friends.
And the bond between Galen and the Proudmoore family began at that time. He not only gave a warship to fulfill Daelin's dream of becoming a captain, but also gave precious magic items to Daelin to save his life.
And Jaina still remembers her mother's whisper in her ear: "Jaina, Jaina, my good girl, Mom hopes you will be happy all your life, never have to suffer, and be with your beloved forever!"
The beloved person Jaina identified was Galen, who would bring her delicious food and pinch her face.
"I've made up my mind! !"