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As the battle turns and the stars move, the white horse passes through the gap.

Before you know it, ten years have passed.

Today, headwind collar has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Not only are the floating islands in the sky, but even the ground below is full of magnificent and modern tower buildings.

Almost every inch of space is used.

The nearby woodlands and valleys have also been developed and turned into tens of thousands of hectares of fertile land.

There are many crops mainly cocoa trees, which were rarely seen in the mainland.

form a larger ring.

Numerous students and practitioners travel to and from various regions.

There is no end to the flow, and the struggle is endless.

A lively scene.

It is conservatively estimated that the entire park has more than one million people.

It can be said that Pfister's initial wish to build an academy city has been more than half realized.

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After several rounds of expansion, the main castle has become more magnificent.

In the evening, the principal's room.

First reclined on the ornate armchair that looked like a throne.

Cross your hands, thoughtfully.

The dome-like reflection of the starry sky flickered, flickering against his marble-like handsome profile.

After a while, he came back to his senses and coughed lightly.

The room was instantly brightly lit, dispelling the gloom of the night.

And the question that Pfister was preoccupied with was related to Thrall.

Calculating the time, the Third World War should be in recent years.

It's time to return it to its kind.

It has to be said that Thrall is worthy of being one of the most well-known heroes in the original time and space of Azeroth.

It's been doing pretty well over the years.

He grew up better than he thought.

Nowadays, not only have profound knowledge and good quality, but also the strength has not fallen.

Has reached the hero level.

Whether as a disciple, a leader or a partner, they are all qualified.

The only worry is that he fits in too well.

It's not easy to let him leave everything behind.

And Pfister didn't want Sal to see that he was behind the scenes, which would affect the relationship between the two parties.

I hope that the other party thinks that everything is the result of their own 'independent thinking'.

Therefore, it can only be discussed in the long run.

Before I knew it, three days passed.

Early this morning, a team of many young people came to the teleportation hall of the main tower.

And activate the portal leading to Stranglethorn Valley, file in.

And among them, there is Sal.

Now he has grown to two meters, standing out from the crowd.

Wearing a standard robe, holding a book in his left hand and a stick in his right.

It is a typical mage dress.

Temperament is not too different from most mages.

Serious and polite.

It made his blue-faced and fangs softened by a certain amount.

Even with human aesthetics, it is not ugly.

People on the same team should be accustomed to his existence.

No hostility or discomfort was shown.

But he didn't fully accept him.

Most people walk together in groups of three or four.

Only Thrall was alone, dotted behind.

Invisibly exclude him.

And Thrall didn't seem to have the intention of seeking integration, and he was happy with it.

Except for Thrall, a non-human being, most of the others belonged to handsome men and beautiful women.

Especially the two leaders who are neck and neck are the most outstanding.

And they are all female mixed race.

Inheriting the advantages of the two major races of humans and elves, it has the appearance of a city.

The strength has also reached the peak of the hero level.

Much stronger than Thrall.