Let’s stop here for the time being. The subsequent matters cannot be advanced by discussion alone, but require actual action.
Elisande warned Sarlayan in advance about the efficacy of magic wine.
"I advise you not to have too high expectations for the magic wine's ability to extend life."
Elisande pointed towards the venue with his chin, where the Sun King was holding the magic wine bottle high and observing carefully.
"The reason why the Children of the Night can obtain immortality in disguise is not rooted in the magic wine, but from the Eye of Aman'Thul."
"Due to being bathed in the light of the Eye of Aman'Thul for a long time, the Nightborne's body has undergone some transformations in the process of self-adaptation."
"If the Sun King does not plan to settle in Suramar for a long time, I don't think the Nightwell magic in the magic wine alone can save his nearly exhausted vitality."
Sarlayan sighed: "Did you see it?"
Elisande smiled noncommittally: "Although my perception of vitality is not as sensitive as yours, I can still tell whether a person is entering his twilight years."
"If nothing unexpected happens, your Sun King will only have about 10-15 years left."
"With his current physical condition, even if he forcefully injects life force, it will not help. It is like a bottle with holes everywhere. No matter how much water is poured in, it will leak out."
Sarlayan nodded silently: "Birth, aging, sickness and death are natural rules. Rather, false immortality like the Children of the Night and Night Elves is abnormal."
Elisande agreed with emotion: "Actually, for a race, immortality is not necessarily a good thing."
"fertility rate?"
"Yes, the rules of the world are fair. If you gain something, you are destined to lose something."
Sarlayan has considered this question before, and the key to the answer lies in Inas's hands.
'By the way, what are mother and father busy with recently? Are you still chasing Cho'gall? '
With N'Zoth's secret assistance, if Cho'gall wants to escape, this cunning two-headed ogre will be hard to find.
After Sharlayan said goodbye to Elisande, the Sun King asked Valeera to invite him to the study as expected.
Anastria thanked Sarlayan for asking the Grand Magister for the magic wine, but he was not optimistic about the efficacy of this bottle of high-purity magic wine.
Anastria himself is a legendary archmage. Although he is now old and frail, the strength of the old king at his peak is not much weaker than that of veteran strongmen such as Elisande and Tyrande.
As a knowledgeable archmage, Anasteria is well aware of her physical condition.
There is no reason why Elisande could not think of things he could analyze given the same level of intelligence.
Anastria praised the taste and taste of the magic wine, and asked Sarlayan whether it would be difficult to introduce large quantities of magic wine into Quel'Thalas, but he never mentioned the matter of extending life.
That night, Sarlayan and Valeela were invited by the Sun King to stay in the Sunstrider Court. The next morning, the meeting resumed.
As expected, when discussing the whereabouts of the draenei, the leaders of the various races in the Eastern Kingdom began to quarrel.
Viren was not surprised by this, nor did he take it to heart.
With the current situation of the Eastern Kingdom, there is no territory that the Draenei can squeeze into. Even if there is, Velen would not like it.
Anyone who wants to go to a place like the Cursed Land can go there.
Compared to the Eastern Kingdoms, the continent of Kalimdor and the Broken Isles are relatively empty.
The only unclaimed area in the Broken Isles is Azsuna, but this ruined beach is often hit by storms and is likely to come into conflict with Azshara's forces.
In Velen's view, the Draenei can establish a stronghold in Azsuna to facilitate communication with the Eastern Kingdoms, but they cannot be used as a stable home for long-term residence.
After several discussions, and with the consent of the night elves, the draenei were finally settled in the Blue Myst Islands offshore northwest of Kalimdor.
Of course, that uninhabited desert island is not yet called this name.
In fact, if you have to choose, Northrend is also a good choice.
But when Velen learned that Wyrmrest Temple and Ulduar, the headquarters of the Titan Guardians, were both in Northrend, he did not hesitate to reject the proposal to settle in Northrend.
These two extraordinary groups live next to each other. If one day they get into a fight among the gods on a whim, the innocent mortals around them will not be the ones to suffer.
In addition to Northrend, Pandaria is also a great place to live.
That continent is still shrouded in fog, so I won't consider it for the time being.
The Azeroth Conference, which was wrangling with each other, lasted for three days, and Sharlayan and Valeera did not participate in the whole process.
After the discussion about the Draenei ended, the two people who served as special consultants for the meeting left the venue early.
At the military dock of Yangfan Port, the High Elf Expeditionary Force finally returned to their hometown after traveling thousands of miles.
Vereesa, who looked tired, completed the handover with her second sister Sylvanas, who came to greet her. Sharlayan transformed into a dragon eagle and escorted her back to Silvermoon City.
On the way, Vereesa lay facelessly on the dragon eagle's broad back, complaining with a bitter look on her face: "Since the defense of Quel'Thalas, I feel like I haven't had a good rest."
"The rescue of the Red Dragon Queen, the Second Orc War, the Battle of Quicksand, the liberation of Suramar, the participation and investigation mission of the Secret Passage, and the recent Battle of Draenor."
"It's not that much for you to use cows and horses, right? At least give me some private time..."
Vereesa's busyness is not the "contribution" of Sharlayan alone. Alleria, Anasteria, and Kael'thas are also involved.
There was no other way. Sylvanas, who was solely responsible for the ranger force, couldn't leave. Alleria was also constantly running around.
As long as there is an occasion where the ranger needs to go out to perform a mission, Vereesa can only be called upon.
What left Vereesa speechless the most was not the busyness of work.
Vereesa said in the Silver Moon Council that this workload is nothing, and he can continue to add more burdens to Vereesa.
This is really my mother.
Back in Quel'Thalas, busy Vereesa still couldn't find time to spare.
After completing the debriefing, she wanted to take over the Far Traveler as soon as possible, and she also wanted to take over her younger brother Lilas from Lireza and train him personally.
Valeela looked at Vereesa with pity in her eyes: "...You should be mentally prepared first. You should be able to have a little leisure time before the Morning Frontier Legion forms a fighting force. After that, I'm afraid it will be busy again."
Vereesa looked at Valeera with a look of despair: "Let's be honest, what do you want me to do again?"
Valeera poked Vereesa's chubby cheek with her finger in a funny way: "Zul'Aman, do you understand?"
"……Just kill me."
…
From the decision-makers such as Anasteria and Leresa to the plan executors such as Sarlayan and Sylvanas, they must be reluctant to kill outstanding workers like Vereesa... well, front-line workers.
Although Vereesa has realized that her future is not "bright", she still has to live her life.
Time, just like women, no matter how poor they are, they will still be squeezed.
Noticing Sarlayan's malicious eyes, veins popped up on Valeela's forehead: "...you want to be beaten?"
Sarlayan shook his head hurriedly: "I didn't say anything, I was just distracted."
With the conclusion of the Azeroth Conference, delegations from various countries have left Quel'Thalas and returned home, and peace has returned to Eversong Forest again.
Having learned in advance that the Burning Legion was preparing to move into Azeroth, the leaders of various countries were more cautious.
Peace on the outside of Azeroth often means turmoil within the world.
The Eastern Kingdoms and Kalimdor are already undercurrents, and things are brewing about to break out.
But these have nothing to do with the Sarlayan family for the time being.
After returning from Silvermoon City, the three of Sarlayan lived a relatively stable life.
Compared with the adventurous life of traveling around the world, although the work of developing the territory is also very busy, at least there is no need to sleep in the wilderness.
Wouldn't it be nice to be able to go home every day, have a hot meal, and lie down on a soft bed and have a good sleep?
During this time, Sarlayan has been traveling back and forth between the Morning Front Military Camp, the Sangunar Racecourse and his own territory.
In view of Sharlayan's achievements in bringing back Draenei, a high-quality ally, the Sun King plans to continue to reward him.
However, the Silver Moon Council raised objections to this.
Their reasons are very good. Sarlayan's title has risen too quickly, and any rise now will inevitably arouse dissatisfaction from other nobles and cause a certain degree of social unrest.
The title was not suitable for promotion in a short period of time. The old king had a private discussion with Villes and decided to officially grant him his first official position.
Sarlayan: "Chief Advisor of the Morning Frontier Legion? What kind of messy official position is this?"
