At noon, the class ended. Leylin made a new friend, Julia Sunstriker.
Leylin and Julia walked down from the academy together, and just met the little sister who was walking towards them.
"Leylin, let's go have lunch together." The little sister was carrying a longbow that was almost as tall as her body, holding a magic thermos in her left hand, and looking at Leylin with a smile.
Julia was very tactful. She smiled politely and waved goodbye to Leylin. As a qualified gentleman, Leylin did the same gesture.
"Huh, why are you looking at her with a smile." The little sister looked at Julia and said to Leylin angrily after she left.
As if she was guarding the most important thing to her, Vereesa didn't want to share Leylin's happiness with others, not even a little bit!
Leylin, knowing what was going on, coaxed her, saying, "I just met a new friend today. I heard from other mages that she's very good."
"So you have to stare at her like that? I'm also very good, so why aren't you staring at me?" The little sister was clearly jealous.
"I've been staring at you the whole time, haven't I? What's going on? Are you running away?" Leylin walked over to the little sister, took off her bow, and took the magic thermos.
Leylin thought to himself that the longbow is quite heavy.
After hearing Leylin's words, the little sister suppressed her joy and still put on a sulky look.
"Then I'll forgive you this time. Let's go to lunch."
The little sister took Leylin's hand and happily led the way.
Crossing the floating magic bridge, Leylin and Vereesa arrived at the ranger training ground.
After class, the place seemed empty, and it became their own world.
Many towering trees stood around the training ground, and many birds lived above them. These birds seemed unfazed by the ranger's bows and arrows; they lived in perfect harmony.
Furthermore, numerous constructs stood in the training grounds. Some were magical golems with bodies of steel, their bodies elf-like in stature and build.
"I couldn't bear to finish my meal this morning, so we'll eat together at noon." The little sister opened the magical plastic container, her face brimming with happiness.
Over the little sister's fair cheeks, Leylin would rather forgo the apple pie for a kiss on her face. Lips would be best, if possible.
Sitting on some wooden crates by the training grounds, the little sister's fair legs swayed constantly. Leylin had tried his best to control himself, but he still failed. No sane man could ignore a lovely, beautiful girl who had feelings for him, right? Of course, he did!
Maintaining his composure, Leylin hurriedly searched for a topic of conversation.
"What are these tall creatures?"
"They're magical constructs, created by the kingdom's mages, and the ones we train." Vereesa replied.
"So, I can make it too?" Leylin said in surprise. It must be a great sense of accomplishment to make such a construct by himself.
Vereesa was very confident in Leylin: "I will. As a mage, I believe in you."
"After I make it, I will give it to you as a training subject." Leylin said proudly.
The younger sister frowned and knocked Leylin's chest lightly, saying: "You don't care about me. Those things hurt elves."
"Then I won't give it to you."
"You dare!" The little sister continued to punch Leylin. The punch was still so light.
"You can give it to me, and then I will give it to my second sister to be her training subject, hehe. It must be made powerful to make her so proud!"
What a big grudge.
Today, the little sister didn't pester Leylin to tell her stories. She suddenly asked, "The human kingdom is at war, right?"
"Yes, it's still fighting. My father died in the orc war."
"So were some of the Farstriders and my mother. They were killed by the trolls. I hate those trolls. When I become a true ranger-general, I'll make them pay with blood!" The little sister's eyes sharpened, a look of resentment Leylin had never seen before.
"So you train so hard?"
"Of course. I believe my family think so too." The younger sister clenched her fists and spoke fiercely.
"Don't you want revenge? Go kill those damned orcs and make them pay!" The little sister looked at Leylin with a determined gaze.
Revenge? Leylin was no exception. He wanted to make the orcs pay. The pain of losing a loved one was unbearable.
Even though he had traveled through time, when his father died, Leylin felt an urge to take up his father's weapon and kill those orcs!
Leylin nodded and said, "Yes, I think about it all the time!"
"Then you should study magic well, become a great magister, and avenge your father!"
"What if I die on the battlefield?" Leylin looked at her and said meaningfully.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I won't let you die! No!" Vereesa was stunned and shook her head.
War is like this, soldiers die one after another, leaving behind pain, sorrow and hatred.
Leylin is not a saint, he wants revenge, but what after revenge? He knows very well that in this world, there is a group of people who are constantly working for peace, and there always are!
"That's not for you, a fool. War has no mercy on any man or elf."
"Then you must become powerful enough, the most powerful Grand Magister of Azeroth, and then no creature can kill you," Vereesa said innocently.
Leylin couldn't decide the history of this world either who knows what would happen if there are changes in the timeline. Perhaps he might end up like Rhonin, killed in the bombing of Theramore.
Thinking of this, Leylin glanced at Vereesa, his heart aching. Wouldn't that be the fate of his little sister?
"Let's not talk about that. War is coming, so just embrace it. Let's put off revenge for now. Improving your own strength is the most important thing right now." Leylin scratched his younger sister's nose, trying to cheer her up.
However, his little sister's expression remained serious. She cupped Leylin's cheek and said earnestly, "Listen carefully. No matter what happens, you must not die. My family can't die, and neither can you!"
"Well, I still have a lot to do. Like getting you to marry me," Leylin said with a wicked smile.
A blush filled the little sister's face as she said cautiously, "Let's talk about it after you become a Grand Magister. I don't want to marry a low-level mage like you."
Leylin knew what she was thinking. She didn't care about her own strength; if possible, she would live with him in the Malden Orchard forever. However, the name Windrunner bounds her in this life, and she needed to dedicate her life to Silvermoon, defending this city of the high elves.
She added, "Now that you've arrived in Silvermoon, you must become strong, so that my second sister won't look down on you."
"I remember. I will become strong."
"Hook!" The little sister raised her pinky finger and smiled sweetly.
This was something she had learned from him, applying what she had learned. Good job.
Their time alone wasn't long. Leylin's magic class ended in the afternoon, and the younger sister had to continue her ranger training.
After being kicked out of the training ground by Sylvanas, Leylin once again went to the residence of Grand Mage Belo'vir.
Grand Mage Belo'vir had told him yesterday that he must come see him after finishing his lessons today.