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  Diplomats like Jaina and Sylvanas would return to their own world to report the situation here from time to time.

   Cold Winter Town has been upgraded to Cold Winter City, Baron Glamorgan has been promoted to Earl of Glamorgan, and the territory under his name has also expanded countless times. These things must be reported.

   However, Cirvanas will return directly to Winter City after reporting the situation. She figured it out, she didn't want to be the queen of the hi ...

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