In the past ten years, Jaina was not someone who had been through the trials and tribulations. After all, she had not experienced the Battle of the Dark Portal, so she could not be considered to be independent.
At best, she was only involved in some small side business.
In history, she had participated in the investigation of the plague with Arthas before the outbreak of the cataclysm. She had also experienced the massacre in Stratholme. She was completely mature.
Although she had the title of a Dalajan councilor given to her by Duque, she was still a rookie who had not been through the baptism of war. It was impossible to say that she was not nervous.
However, building a bridgehead for the Alliance across the continent was something that even the elite pioneers might not be able to do well. She did not believe that she was being biased.
She did have a plan for Theramore, but it was based on the premise that Medivh's prophecy came true and the situation of the entire Rotterdam collapsed.
Medivh's prophecy was now half-correct. The Scourge was strong, but with Duque's efforts, the situation was not beyond redemption. Now, the Alliance and the Scourge were evenly matched.
When the situation collapsed, no one would say anything about how she brought the refugees away. At the very least, she saved a large group of people, didn't she?
If the situation did not collapse, she would take a large number of refugees away from the Eastern Kingdom without permission when the Alliance organized a large number of refugees to go south. This was undoubtedly a betrayal to the Alliance! Not to mention, her father, Dai Lin, would not let her go.
If Duque sent her there as the Alliance Commander, it would be a completely different matter.
Not only was it legitimate, but it also meant that she would have strong support.
Theramore was definitely a place that was far away from the emperor. If she managed it well, she would be a queen in the truest sense. She would be able to jump out of Kurtiras' restraints. If she was more ruthless, even Duque would not be able to control her after she gained a firm foothold.
This prospect made her, who had long been restless, unable to suppress the excitement in her heart.
"How about it? Jaina, are you willing to do this job? "
Jaina was stunned by Duque's question for a full three seconds before she came back to her senses. She replied almost hurriedly, "Yes! Yes — of course I'm willing — "The last word was practically roared out.
Duque smiled.
In his heart, he couldn't stop laughing.
Theramore was a giant pit.
When the relationship between the Alliance and the Horde was good, Theramore could make do with it. If their relationship wasn't good, who had ever seen a lion living next to a tiger's den?
Now, the Night Elves were a group of self-enclosed xenophobes who were still muttering 'long live the forest'. Someone had to show the existence of the human race.
Since he was going to send someone over anyway, he might as well send Jaina, the 'experienced technician'. Anyway, with the trauma of almost being killed by the Orcs at a young age, Duque was really not afraid of her sincere cooperation with Sal.
Moreover, since Duque dared to bring it up, he must have a backup plan …
At this moment, if Jaina was a man, then the scene before him would be a typical scene of a king and his minister enjoying each other's company, and a gentleman dying for his bosom friend. If Duque's body trembled, Jaina would have kowtowed to him.
Well, the above content is a little classical.
But Jaina was so happy that she almost fainted.
"You … really support me to prove myself? Aren't you afraid that I'll screw it up? I haven't proven myself in any field. I only know a bit of magic. "Jaina covered her heaving chest. Well, it was quite pleasing to the eye.
The true gentleman Duque opened the system elf's video recording while staring into Jaina's eyes.
Duque smiled faintly. "Isn't this good for you, for me, for the refugees, and for the Alliance? You want to start a career. I don't want a political marriage that I don't like. The refugees need a sanctuary. The Alliance needs a pioneer to monitor the Horde. Since it's good for everyone, I can't think of any reason to refuse. "
What Duque said made sense. As smart as Jaina was, she actually couldn't find any flaws.
"But my father …"
"I'll take care of His Majesty Daelin," Duque agreed immediately.
A political marriage was just a part of a political exchange. As long as the bargaining chips were sufficient, it wouldn't be a big problem. Besides, things were different now. As long as Duque refused to acknowledge the engagement, Daelin couldn't ignore the pressure from the Rotterdam and Cuel Salas, and force Duque to marry Jaina.
"What about manpower and resources …"
"You won't be left out. I, Duque, have always been open and aboveboard in the Alliance. When have you ever seen me resort to underhanded tricks? The success of the development depends on your strength, decisiveness, and luck. It definitely has nothing to do with logistics. "
At this moment, Duque secretly activated the moral integrity that Alonsos Faol had inherited.
Ah!
The Great Sage Du has shown himself!
Pfft, pfft, pfft!
In any case, this time, Jaina was really touched to the point that she almost burst into tears.
She pursed her red lips and squirmed for a while. Finally, she revealed a genuine smile that came from the bottom of her heart since she became an adult.
It was night time, but it felt like dawn.
It was midsummer, but it felt like early spring.
An extremely beautiful woman who had abandoned her scheming, scheming, and pretense, and revealed a smile that was so beautiful that it made Duque feel as if he would suffocate due to excessive excitement at any time.
Her bright eyes smiled, and her smile could topple a city.
At this moment, her beauty would last forever.
"Thank you, Duque."
Duque lowered his head, feeling a little embarrassed. "You're welcome! If this is anything … just take it as an opportunity that you've exchanged for with the golden name of Madam Marcus. "
Yes, Duque's current status in the Alliance was so important that any other noble girl would want to be his wife even if she had to live half her life.
Jaina was different.
She had truly inherited the will and legacy of the sea hero, Daelin Proudmoore. From the beginning, she was not the kind of woman who was willing to be a mistress at home.
The heroic bloodline that flowed in her drove her to take risks and explore the world.
Give the canary a birdcage.
Give the seagull an ocean.
Give the dragon a piece of the sky.
This was Duque's way, and the best way.
Feeling Duque's extraordinary courage, at this moment, Jaina's heart, which she thought had long been dead, showed signs of loosening. Unknowingly, a trace of red flew to her cheeks.
Jaina couldn't help but tease. "It seems that giving up the status of your wife is a big loss for me."
Duque smiled. "Oh, is that so? Whether it's a loss or a gain, only one's feelings are the most real. I never care about the judgment of others. "
"It's just that if I fail … What should I do? Father will definitely not want me, and my second brother will not welcome me back to Kul Tiras. At that time, even my followers won't believe me. Won't I be miserable? "
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