Chapter 207 The inhabitants of Quel’daniel

The dragon eagle was now looking through at the dense forest in the north, where every now and then a cry of some unknown animal would cause its feathers to tremble for a while, and tried to climb a little higher, endeavoring to poke out its already not-so-long neck as if it was going to explore the situation.

But every time it made a move, one of the elven guards next to it would shake the spear in his hand, signaling for it to be quiet, and sometimes the giant bird even tried to peck at the soldier’s spear, letting out a series of whirring noises in anger.

It was an animal unique to Quel’thalas, and Jace had seen a description of it in the animal journal in Marin’s study.

Some speculate that they are hybrid monsters born from the mating of dragons disguised as elves with giant eagles that live in hiding in Quel’Thalas, others say they are magical creatures that have been transformed by the energy radiation of the Well of the Sun by the native predatory birds of Quel’Thalas.

In any case, here Jace has a better sense of why the beast is called a “dragonhawk” than in the game, and it really does look like a hybrid of the two, in terms of its shape, movement, and size.

The presence of the two outsiders clearly caught the attention of some of the elves in the street, and two elves who were playing bagpipes for pleasure and their listeners stopped to look over.

As he watched the female elf head towards that hall, Jace heard a female elf in his ear whispering to her companion as if asking strange questions, and the other female elf glanced at Jace and laughed softly, not answering. Within moments, as if that topic had just festered, there was a chorus of sneers from the nearby male and female elves, making him uncomfortable.

After walking into the temple, he said with a bit of irritation, “Very few of the elves here look as if they can fight, and there aren’t many guards, I wonder how they’ll defend themselves if the trolls do break through the forest and fight their way in.”

“That’s just what they look like on the surface.” Grid said quietly, “I’ll tell you a little story about Quel’daniel, if you’ll listen.”

“Tell me about it.”

“I remember when I was a little girl, an elven generaless of Quel’Dani was captured by trolls and skinned alive and hung on a stone pillar in that troll ruin to the east to try to shock the place, and the elves of Quel’Dani, after they brought her down, hung a particularly beautiful carved and flowered elven cloth bag full of fresh and dried out troll chickens to the top of it. “

“How do …… you guys know so much about trolls?” Jace asked.

“Because the first to find it wasn’t a troll, but a group of our scouts.” Grid said, “The first person to open that package was named Truden, and I’ve always remembered his name. The poor guy, stabbed through the chest by a troll a few years later, was blurry with consciousness before he died, and mumbled something about how at least he wouldn’t have to dream about that pocket anymore.”

Jace imagined the contents of that package and, a little confused in his thinking for a moment, asked again, “Seriously ……”

“One hundred percent true? I’m not sure, the elves won’t admit it, but that bag certainly wasn’t ours.” Grid moved closer and said quietly, “And the elf general isn’t dead, she was rescued and supposedly used the well water from the Well of the Sun just to keep the trolls away.”

After hearing this little story, Jace looked back at the laughing elves outside again and felt a chill in his pants.

On the second floor of the elven hall, an elf in crimson robes was arranging her flower crown.

He was tall, half a head taller than one of the guards next to him, and his whole body looked fit and imposing; he was also quite fit and broad-shouldered, not like a normal High Elf, but a bit closer to the Dark Elf feel that Jace remembered.

“Mr. Gred Thunderfist and Mr. Jace Sesso.” This elf turned back to the guards and waved his hand signaling them to stand down for now.

“I am Vinallaire of the Sanctuary of the Sunseekers, surely Lady Winressa Windrunner has introduced me to you?” He glanced at the dwarves and said, “She asked me to wait here during your Winterfest, and I have been waiting for many days, and I can’t afford to wait through the entire festival.”

“I’m really sorry.” Jace said, “It took a long time because we traveled most of the way from Dalaran to here by walking …… Only the part from Otterland to Dunhold had horses to ride.”

“Lady Walesa should have gotten two Dragonhawk Riders to bring you here, but Dalaran …… forget it.” Vinallaire shook her head and said, “If you had come two days later, I would have had to return to Silvermoon City.”

“So, Master Elf, what should we do?” Grid asked anxiously.

“Let me see it first.”

Vinallaire stepped forward and held Grid’s forehead, removing the blindfold he had wrapped so tightly around him.

Grid looked downright embarrassed to be touched by a male elf, with a look of subconsciously trying to break free, but restraining herself from moving as much as she could.

“I have little experience in healing dwarves.” Vinallaire said as he examined the Dwarf’s bad eye, “But I have healed two Copperbeard Dwarves before, and 200 years of separation won’t make a fundamental difference between your two clans, will it?”

“Does the fact that I’m taller than them count as a difference?” Grid asked.

“It doesn’t make much difference in my opinion.” Vinales said.

Grid glared up and looked at Jace, who shook his head helplessly, thinking what are you going to do, do you want me to help you beat him up piece by piece?

Vinale opened a nearby cabinet and presented a green cloak, and Jace noticed that the layers of trim on this cloak turned out to be real blades of grass, and there wasn’t a hint of decay, as if they had grown naturally on it.

He shook the cloak gently over his body without any dead leaves or broken branches falling, the blades of grass looked softer and more limp in his hands than cloth or wool.

“Follow me.” Vinaleel said walking towards a rotating staircase.

The two men followed, down a rotating staircase to a terrace in the nave, which had been situated above the patch of pond outside.

The Elf stepped off the terrace and led the Dwarf to the lake, the area was silent and deserted, even the guards did not stop here, except for the calm lake which was a secluded forest not far away.

He webbed back and forth for a moment, finally stopping on a slab of rock jutting out from the shore.

“Dwarf, whatever happens later, don’t move and lie here calmly.” Vinallaire said.

Grid nodded and in a flash jumped onto the stone floor and lay down, hands pressed against the seams of his pants, closing his eyes so hard that he looked almost like a mummy.

Jace subconsciously took two steps back, sitting on a piece of boulder in the distance looking over at the situation.

“Everything would have been much simpler if we were in the Forest of Eternal Song.”

Vinaleur mumbled as if to himself, while holding his hands flat in front of his chest, and Jace suddenly felt a cool breeze blow past his ears, and he wondered if it was a coincidence, or if it really had something to do with the elf’s gesture.