Rise of the blood elves

The blood elf envoy soon arrived in Dalaran, and Ronin, who had been promoted to a member of the Council of Six, personally received Dalaran's closest allies.

"The summit will begin at nightfall, and I will send someone to inform you at that time." Luo Ning personally led the blood elf envoys to their location, which is located near the former residence of Prince Kael'thas, across the street. , are five rows of exquisite villas with small gardens.

Romans nodded, "Thank you, Congressman, for your personal reception."

When dealing with outsiders, even members of the six-member Kirin Tor Council, Rommath would always be cold and cold.

"The ambassador is so polite. The food has been prepared. If you have any needs, just ask the housekeeper. We are equipped with ten servants and two skilled chefs in each residence." Luo Ning said, "The summit may last for several days, so please be mentally prepared."

Romans nodded, said goodbye to Luo Ning, asked the members of the envoy to divide their residences, and entered the villa.

Even if various ethnic groups intend to form a coalition, negotiations on specific matters will be a long-term process.From the number of troops sent to the guarantee of logistical supplies, all are key issues that require long-term consultations.

For this reason, Dalaran prepared a very comfortable place for the envoys from various countries to stay, and sent a large number of servants to take care of their food and daily life.

More than ten years ago, the seven human nations decided to form an alliance to jointly deal with the threat of orcs, but they were hesitant for nearly half a year.

That's right, half a year.This is still under the strong promotion of King Terenas, the hero of Lordaeron.

King Genn Greymane of Gilneas has been arguing endlessly with other countries over the issue of military expenditures. If he can take a step back to protect his own interests, he will never rush to take responsibility, even if it involves big issues of right and wrong.

This old wolf was not a selfless person who cared about the interests of the Alliance and Azeroth in his early years. He was deeply influenced by his father and pursued isolationism, putting the interests of his own country first in everything.

Although this is not a mistake, I am afraid of comparing myself to others.This world lacks everything except great and upright super-noble heroes. Compared with them, the early Old Wolf seems a bit selfish.

In addition, the King of Alterac, Aiden Perenold, even promised to jointly send troops at the alliance's high-level summit, but in fact he violated the agreement.Even though a large number of soldiers had been recruited, they were still reluctant to go out and hand over the command, for fear that other countries would cause obstacles and allow Alterac's regiments to appear on the front line and suffer heavy casualties in the war.

Completely judge a gentleman's heart with a villain's heart.

But who can say whether other countries have this intention.

In the end, King Terenas waved his hand: Lordaeron will take care of the army first, just in time for our autumn harvest. We will also pay the bulk of the army rations first. At worst, you can return them after the war.

The alliance army was successfully formed.

Needless to say, the results were endless. After the war, there was endless prevarication. Either one said that you had miscalculated Lordaeron's military expenditure, or the other said that our national strength had been weakened due to the war and asked for an extension of the delivery time.

Compared to Stromgard, which is experiencing economic collapse and civil strife, Lordaeron is still lucky. Even if it doesn't make sense legally, they actually control the land of the Kingdom of Alterac, which betrayed the Alliance.Because of this, Terenas and Greymane argued endlessly over the selection of the new king of Alterac. In the end, King Greymane withdrew from the alliance angrily and refused to bear all the expenses. In fact, the Kingdom of Gilneas was actually in the Second World War. He did not contribute much in this war and did not play a role corresponding to his own strength at all.

The same ethnic group is so intrigued when facing the disaster of genocide and preparing to jointly deal with the crisis, because for rulers who are good at politics, justice and self-interest do not conflict, let alone the current situation.

Fortunately, the various ethnic groups and kingdoms in the Eastern Kingdom had formed an old alliance and were already very familiar with each other. They were well aware of each other's diplomatic wishes and interests. It was foreseeable that they would be able to reach a consensus soon.

The only difficult thing to deal with is the night elves who have not established formal diplomatic relations with the various races and countries in the Eastern Kingdom.

Except for the blood elves, and a few fearless human traders who dare to do business across the dangerous endless sea, few are familiar with this ancient and mysterious race.Even the magical city-state of Dalaran, where mages have traveled all over the world, is very unfamiliar with night elves.

All were curious about the attitudes they might display.

"Master Luo Ning, do you know who is leading the night elf envoy?" Angmar deliberately lagged behind and took a few steps to catch up with Luo Ning and asked.

Ronin stopped when he heard this and replied: "It seems that it is Shandris Feathermoon, the general of the Sentinel Force, and Fandral Staghelm, the archdruid of the Cenarion Circle."

Angmar frowned, how could it be Fandral Staghelm?

It goes without saying that the Cenarion Circle, a druid group that plays an important role in night elf society, will definitely participate in this matter, but he did not expect that the person who came to attend the summit would be Fandral Staghelm.

This Archdruid, who has lived for more than 9000 years, is not a good person. He is resolute and unsmiling. It can be said that the Emerald Dream was corrupted by the ancient gods because of his unintentional actions.

The corruption of the ancient gods gave birth to the veins of saronite, a strange mineral that robs all living things of their vitality.In order to eliminate this corruption, he took it upon himself to cut off six branches of the World Tree and plant them around the world.

As a result, the five giant trees that grew up did effectively channel the energy of the Emerald Dream and healed the earth. In the end, the Andrassil tree in Northrend touched Yogg-Saron's prison, causing its corruption to spread through the giant trees. Later, the druids had no choice but to destroy it, and Andrassil, the Snowy Crown, became Vordrassil, the Broken Crown. The matter seemed to be resolved, but the Old God used this to touch the Emerald Dream and began to corrupt the Emerald Dream.

After losing his beloved son in the Quicksand War a thousand years ago, he was gradually eaten away by nightmares. Under the lie of "I can bring your beloved son back to the world," he committed a series of evil actions.

It's hard to say how to judge this person's merits and demerits. After all, he did a lot of "good things" for Azeroth before his fall.

"Why, you are very interested in night elves?" Luo Ning asked curiously.

Angmar said perfunctorily: "Ah, no, I'm just curious. You know, the night elves are our distant relatives after all."

Ronin curled his lips inconspicuously, and reminded in a voice that only Angmar could hear: "Those druids who follow the teachings of nature are not easy to get along with. At that time, the envoys sent by Dalaran to Ashenvale I've been given a lot of looks because our misuse of arcane magic will attract the attention of demons. You'd better keep a distance from them and let Ambassador Romance handle the official matters, and don't ask for trouble."

"Don't worry, Master Luo Ning." Angmar grinned.

"Okay, I'll leave if I have nothing else to do. I still have a lot of official work waiting for me to do." Luo Ning scratched his red-haired head and said goodbye.

After Ronin left, Angmar saw that there was no work that required his participation, so he spoke to Rommath and wandered aimlessly along the streets of Dalaran alone.

The vitality of the sacred tree Sath'ara is declining, and he must ask for help from the night elves as soon as possible.The latter's druidic ways will inevitably be the key to saving the holy tree.

The question is still the same, how could it be Fandral Staghelm? His mentor Malfurion is definitely better to talk to. Then I thought about it. At this time, Malfurion was still wandering in the Emerald Dream. No wonder it was Fandral Staghelm, Senna. The number two figure in the Rio Congress came to attend the summit.

After Prince Kael'thas learned about the current situation of the Core of the Holy Tree, he listened to Angmar's advice. One of the tasks of Rommath, who served as ambassador during this trip, was to issue an official invitation to the night elves for talks to discuss the importance of the Holy Tree. thing.

But can both parties reach an agreement?

7000 years ago, it was a group of druids who hated arcane magic and sentenced the ancestors of the blood elves to exile.Druids don't like blood elves, and blood elves also don't like these rigid and dogmatic bears.

With the pride of the prince, he would rather find a way to rejuvenate the holy tree by himself than ask the night elves for help in a low profile.Even if both parties get along well, official invitations of a diplomatic nature, formal responses from the other party, negotiations and consultations, in-depth understanding of the issues, and research and sampling

How much time will be wasted by all this lengthy red tape?

The most critical issue is that the Druid leader who came is Fandral Staghelm. He will fall in a few years, but who knows if he is already inclined to fall. This is a sacred tree that dominates the forest. , is definitely a weapon to spread corruption. What if he has evil intentions?

"Hey" As he walked, Angmar found himself on a completely unfamiliar street.

This street has several exquisite residences decorated with lush green plants. It is full of greenery and perfectly integrated into nature.

Through the fence, you can also see the lush small garden in the yard, and the plants inside are obviously newly planted.

Angmar couldn't remember when this style of building was built in Dalaran. This aesthetic was not acceptable to humans.

From the appearance of nearby buildings, he quickly determined that these buildings were all converted from former divisional residences.Needless to say, it must be the night elf envoys who live in it. It was made like this to make them feel at home.

He looked at the guards standing guard at the door. Sure enough, although the two guards were covered in armor, there were two holes dug on the sides of the helmets for the ears. The night elves were much thicker and longer than the blood elves. The ears stick out from inside.

Judging from their slim and concave figures, as well as their specially made convex round breastplates, they must be female sentinels.

Just as Angmar was sizing them up, the two night elf sentries were also sizing up Angmar.

Why is this guy so sneaky?

Angmar frowned and hesitated for a moment before making a decision.He wanted to visit the Archdruid in a private capacity and inform the latter of the urgent needs of the blood elves. If they could reach an agreement, it would be a good thing. If they couldn't reach an agreement, he had the right to pay a visit to Prince Kael'thas. Take the road.

What's the big deal? I'm going to die.

Those who achieve great things like Han Xin are willing to be humiliated, but it doesn't matter if they are looked down upon by others.

Angmar let out a sigh of relief, straightened his clothes, straightened his expression, and walked towards the guards.

"He's coming." The two sentries' vigilance reached its peak, and they pressed their hands on the weapons at their waists.

Before these words were spoken, Angmar suddenly thought that the bright red consultant robe he was wearing might not be in line with the night elves' aesthetics and would make people unhappy.

The first impression is always the most important.

So he stopped again, turned around and went straight to the clothing store he remembered.

Forget about the green one, he didn't want to be covered in the color all over, plain clothes were enough.

"He's gone again." Sentinel A turned to look at Sentinel B, his long ears twitching with the movements of his head.

Sentinel B's beautiful eyes under his helmet were full of doubts, "Is there something wrong with him?"

Sentinel A nodded quickly, her long ears twitching cutely, and she curled her lips and said, "I heard that our high elves, oh no, blood elves relatives are all lunatics who have been rendered delirious by magic."

"He is the blood elf." Sentinel B covered his mouth in surprise, "Why does he look so sick?"

"Yesterday I heard from the cooking humans that they all sleep at night, and their land is shrouded in bright sunshine all day long," Sentinel A whispered in Sentinel B's ear.

"Ah, what is this? They don't believe in Elune, and they will suffer disaster if they violate the laws of nature."

"But he looks pretty good."

"Why do you still like this thin and weak style?"

"What? I think the red-haired human who received us the day before yesterday is also pretty."

The two "little girls" soon started chattering and gossiping.