Hand of Tyr, in the hall of the Lord's Castle, a group of five high elf envoys were waiting a little impatiently and were about to ask the human guards and human nobles who were also waiting around them. The big man with a royal cavalry style plate armor, but in black and gold with a beard, walked out from a small door at the back of the hall.
"I am the Grand Marshal of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, Osmar Garithos, the supreme commander of the Hand of Tyr, and the highest military commander in the Kingdom of Lordaeron so far!"
Garithos stood majestically in front of the lord's seat in the hall of Lord Hand of Tyr's castle. His calm eyes swept across the entire castle hall. With that very rude look, he looked down and looked at the people standing there. Five high elf messengers from Quel'Thalas in front of the hall.
Garithos discovered that one of the first was a male elf. He was dressed in exquisite elf-style tight-fitting uniforms, with a blue-purple protective headband on his forehead. He also wore a bright red cloak with the golden emblem of the high elf on his body, except for his waist. Apart from a narrow sword that was more for decoration than for combat, he had no extra weapons. Presumably, this male elf should be the leader of this group of high elf envoys. He must be the ambassador from the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas this time, right?
And the four following him were also wearing the exquisite leather ranger armor with the characteristics of high elves, carrying long swords at their waists, and carrying a long bow and a quiver on their backs. It seemed that they were just his four guards?
Tsk tsk!
Garithos began to laugh in his heart. It seems that it is not only the humans in the Kingdom of Lordaeron who are miserable now. These high elves from Quel'Thalas are probably also almost in trouble, right?
Otherwise, the high elves, who always value pomp, are arrogant and look down on humans, would never send such a shabby five elves south on dragon eagles as envoys this time!
If things go by the past, if these long-eared elves still have the confidence, they will send at least one or two thousand elite ground troops to escort the envoys, and then forcefully pass through the undead disaster area, and directly pass through the elven gate in the north. Was it typed out of the ground?
"I'm right here. Now, please say your name, the envoy of the High Elves of Quel'Thalas! Then explain your purpose of coming. You must know that I still need to arrange various matters to fight against the undead natural disaster. Recently, It’s been very busy for a while, so I probably won’t have much time to receive you here.”
snort! Garithos snorted in his heart. His sense of elves has never been very good, so he continued to look down at the other party arrogantly and said some very rude diplomatic language in his mouth. He needed this Slowly test these long-eared elves.
Sure enough, after hearing Garithos' rude words, except for the leading elf who was the leader, he just frowned slightly, and the four high elf rangers behind him all looked unhappy. He didn't turn his back on the spot, bent his bow and nocked an arrow, and shot a few arrows at the Garithos above.
"Dear Marshal Garithos, my name is Halduron Brightwing. I am a ranger lord from the High Elf Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, and I am also the plenipotentiary envoy to the Kingdom of Lordaeron this time."
Halduron Brightwing turned his head to signal the four rangers behind him to calm down. He took two steps forward, told his identity in a tone that was neither humble nor overbearing, and began to stare attentively at the main steps of the castle hall. Lordaeron's Grand Marshal Garithos, from the tone of his voice just now, Halduron knew that this human Grand Marshal seemed to have some prejudice against the high elves.
This time, Halduron was appointed as an envoy to the Kingdom of Lordaeron. He was responsible for the important mission of Queen Sylvanas. He was here to find an alliance with the surviving human forces in order to jointly fight against the undead natural disaster and the upcoming demon army. , not here to quarrel with human beings or to cause trouble for each other.
Therefore, as a plenipotentiary ambassador, no matter what kind of unfair treatment he receives from humans, he must remain calm at all times. Even if the alliance between the two parties fails in the end, he cannot add new ones to the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas for no reason. enemies, especially when surrounded by powerful enemies.
"I am here this time to submit two important credentials to the Kingdom of Lordaeron on behalf of our High Elf Kingdom of Quel'Thalas."
Having said this, Halduron Brightwing carefully took out two rolls of exquisite parchment from the bag on his back, which were sealed with the special seal of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas.
Originally, this kind of credentials should be submitted to the king of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, but everyone knew that the king of the Kingdom of Lordaeron was dead, or was killed by their own Prince Arthas... ...So, now it seems that it can only be submitted to the highest-ranking Grand Marshal Garithos, right?
"This is an invitation letter from the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas to you."
Halduron held the roll of parchment in both hands and handed it to a human adjutant on the side, indicating that he would pass it on to Grand Marshal Garithos who was standing in front of the main seat, and then continued.
"In two months' time, when New Silver Moon City is built, the new queen of our High Elf Kingdom of Quel'Thalas will soon ascend to the throne. By then, if you are willing, you can send envoys to New Silver Moon. City to observe the ceremony."
In about two months, Quel'Thalas' new Silvermoon City, located in the former Darth Visor Bay, will be initially completed. By then, the basic municipal projects and the Queen's Palace will have been completed. By then, When Her Majesty Queen Sylvanas of the High Elf officially ascends the throne!
Now, the relationship between the high elves and the humans of Lordaeron, although there has been some unhappiness due to the previous King Anastarian who was the first to withdraw from the alliance. But in any case, the two sides can still be regarded as friendly forces. For a major event such as the Queen's accession to the throne, they must come to inform the other party. This is one of the purposes of his mission to the Kingdom of Lordaeron this time.
Another queen? Upon hearing this word, Grand Marshal Garithos couldn't help frowning, muttering in his heart, and his eyelids twitching. Since earlier today, after he received Dasohan's letter and read the content, he has become particularly sensitive to the word queen!
So now, when he once again heard what Halduron, the envoy of Quel'Thalas, said about the queen, Garithos's eyelids jumped! Look, this is the Queen of Fire, the Queen of Elf, and maybe the upcoming Princess of Lordaeron. That Kallia, maybe she will be another Queen of Lordaeron? When did the area in northern Lordaeron suddenly become so dark and waning?
And, most importantly, if Garithos remembers correctly, there shouldn't be any female royal princesses or other important members who are qualified to inherit the throne in Quel'Thalas, right? The only one with this identity is Prince Kael'thas, and now, these long ears of the high elves are actually trying to enthrone the queen. What is going on?
Therefore, in confusion, Garithos hurried forward and eagerly grabbed the so-called credential from the adjutant's hand. After confirming that the paint and seal on it had not been tampered with, he opened the fire with his hands. Qi, opened this not-so-long volume of national certificate and began to browse quickly at a glance.
"The ranger lord of the high elves, His Excellency Ambassador Halduron Brightwing! If I remember correctly, the prince of your high elves should be Kael'thas Sunstrider, right?"
Garithos quickly read the invitation written in Common Language. It was clearly written on it, not only the name of the new queen, but also the specific date and arrangements for her accession to the throne.
"Since your King Anastarian died heroically fighting against the Undead Scourge, why is it this Lady Sylvanas Windrunner who is about to take the throne now? You want to send a letter to Kyle Where is Prince Sars? I am very puzzled by this! I hope to get a reasonable explanation from you, otherwise, I will order to send you a blessing! Because our Kingdom of Lordaeron will never Establish any diplomatic relations with a group of conspirators to usurp the throne!"
After saying that, Grand Marshal Garithos handed his credentials to the very curious Waldemar with an angry look on his face. The man next to him was actually the nominal lord of the territory of Tyr's Hand. However, after he, the Grand Marshal of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, came here, he, Garithos, began to be in charge of military and foreign-related affairs. After all, his position was much higher than that of a local lord on the border.
Now, Thagarithus said that he was surprised and angry after seeing this so-called invitation!
Logically speaking, even if the new king of the high elves of Quel'Thalas ascends the throne, he will be the heir of their Sunstrider Court! Now, what is going on with Sylvanas? Isn't she a Ranger General? What about Prince Kael'thas? No matter what, it's not Windrunner's turn to take the throne in the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, right?
If it is later proven that these high elves have usurped the throne, then Garithos will never waste time with these elves any longer! He will definitely give a direct order to expel these so-called "diplomatic ambassadors"!
Although Garithos is usually very arrogant, paranoid, and even a little stubborn, he also has his own ambitions. He also wants to be a great hero of the Alliance after successfully expelling the undead and restoring Lordaeron, and even joins Lordaeron by then. A new king of the Kingdom of Lun is not impossible!
However, he, Garithos, will never be a despicable usurper, nor will he have any dealings with a group of despicable usurpers! This not only involves his basic principles of life, but also concerns his honor as a veteran knight of the Kingdom of Lordaeron!
"..."
Hearing the words of the human grand marshal, Halduron Brightwing and the four rangers behind him couldn't help but feel dumbfounded and surprised. They don't understand. Are these human information channels so closed? It's been so long since what happened in Dalaran, and we humans still don't know about it now?
However, after thinking about it carefully, Halduron suddenly understood.
After all, Dalaran in the Hillsbrad Hills and the Eastern Plaguelands in the Kingdom of Lordaeron are so far away from each other. If the news was delivered by land, it would probably be too fast to deliver the news. It will take ten or twenty days!
What's more, the current Kingdom of Lordaeron must have almost completely fallen. From Dalaran to the Hand of Tyr, you still need to pass through countless areas and occupied areas where the undead are raging, whether it is Tirisfal Glades or Andorhal, a transportation hub, where the undead are raging. The hardest hit area, so transmitting information from the ground is almost impossible!
It is even more difficult to send messages through magic. With Dalaran suffering such heavy losses, no mage would be able to think of sending information to the Grand Marshal of Lordaeron who is far away in Tyr, right? Do they know that Garithos is still talking about it at the Hand of Tyr?
At that time, the reason why the high elves were able to get the news as soon as possible was because the survivor of the high elf ranger tried his best to plead with a Dalaran mage he met who also survived, so that he could reluctantly pass on the news as soon as possible. Returned to Quel'Thalas. Thinking about it this way, if Halduron hadn't said anything, it would probably have been quite some time before these humans received the news of Dalaran's destruction, right?
"I'm afraid you have misunderstood. Dear Grand Marshal, we high elves are not usurpers, and none of the elves have ever thought about being a usurper. All this is just because we have received the most accurate information... "
Having said this, Halduron felt sad for a while. He needed a little time to ease his sad mood, and now he had to mention this incident again.
"Our Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, the great Prince Kael'thas, has died gloriously in the Battle of Dalaran... Of course, this also includes most of the mages in Dalaran, as well as all of you humans. Archmage, His Excellency Antonidas..."
"It was at that time, on the day that the terrifying big demon came, that Dalaran fell! It was the terrifying big demon who did it. According to reliable information, he easily destroyed the big demon. Throughout Dalaran, after the death army of the Undead Scourge swarmed in, there are probably only one out of ten people who survived by chance..."
Since these humans don't know the news yet, Halduron doesn't mind telling them in advance now, so that they will think that Her Majesty Queen Sylvanas is a usurper. In that case, they will be concerned about the subsequent diplomacy and alliance matters. Very disadvantageous, this is not what he wants to see.
Moreover, Halduron did not want the human world to have any controversy over Queen Sylvanas's accession to the throne. After all, this matter was the result of the public expectations of all the high elves, and he would not tolerate these humans tarnishing the reputation of Her Majesty the Queen!
"What! This is actually happening?!"
Garithos suddenly stood up from his seat after hearing this. No wonder. No wonder for so many days, ever since he learned that Arthas led the undead army to attack Dalaran, he has not received any information about Dalaran. Any news on the battle!
Even if he had ordered the mages in the army to send a special magic message to Dalaran to inquire, it was like falling into the sea without getting any response from the other party. Regarding this matter, he had always been doubtful and had a very bad premonition! Now, after hearing the news from the high elf messenger, everything before finally makes sense...
So, Dalaran, the magical capital of mankind, has fallen again? Moreover, he lost so miserably this time? Could that big demon be the same terrifying aura that he and Dathrohan felt when they were in the Flame Canyon that day? Garithos still remembers what the Dread Lord said at that time? It seems that the big demon is called... Archimonde? At the same time, there is... the Burning Legion?
If this is the case, then the current changes in the High Elf Kingdom and the upcoming accession of their Queen Laoshizi will become reasonable.
This was very important news. He, Garithos, decided to quickly end his meeting with these high elf envoys and send someone to notify those senior officials and military officers to come for the meeting! They must formulate relevant defense plans for this matter. Who knows whether the descending demons and undead natural disasters will suddenly attack here?
"Okay, I retract my inappropriate remarks just now! Regarding this matter, perhaps our information was delayed a bit. Therefore, regarding the accession of the new queen of your Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, our Kingdom of Lordaeron We will keep paying attention, and when the time comes, we should also send some envoys to ride griffins to watch the ceremony!"
Since he inherited the throne legitimately, he, Garithos, was too lazy to point fingers. After all, it was a matter for the high elves and had nothing to do with the humans of Lordaeron.
"So, Ambassador Halduron, what is the second thing that brought you high elves here?"
Garithos has already seen another piece of parchment in the other party's hand. Thinking about it, it should be the second thing the other party is preparing to negotiate, right? After getting the news about Dalaran, he became a little impatient and didn't intend to waste his precious time here anymore!
"This second letter of credence is about our new queen of the High Elf Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, Your Majesty Sylvanas. She intends to re-establish a friendly alliance with humans, establish an offensive and defensive alliance, and jointly deal with the undead natural disasters, and The threat of the coming demon army! This is a letter of intent for alliance written by Her Majesty the Queen herself. Please read it to the Generalissimo!"
Halduron didn't know that the real name of the demons who descended was actually the Burning Legion. Now, the high elves usually refer to each other directly as the demon legion.
"Well……"
Garithos took the parchment, opened it with a frown, and quickly read it. He was about to say something to express his opinion, but struggled for a while, and finally had to sigh.
"I'm sorry, Ambassador Halduron, I cannot agree with the establishment of an offensive and defensive alliance between the two sides!"
Shaking his head, Garithos took the roll of parchment, knocked it on his palm, thought about it for a while, and finally shook his head and rejected the other party's request, but he didn't say anything.
According to Garithos' own thoughts, in fact, he does not want to form any more offensive and defensive alliances with these repeated high elves. After all, their King Anastarian was the first to break away from the alliance at that time. The impact caused at that time was very bad. In addition, he himself also had strong opinions on the elves. If he could make the decision, he would probably directly Rejected?
"Why is this? Although it is a bit offensive, but with respect to your Excellency the Grand Marshal, I really can't figure it out. The alliance between the two parties is a matter of mutual benefit. Under the powerful threats of undead natural disasters and demons, whether it is you humans, or It’s us high elves, no one can match them alone! The alliance between the two parties is a matter of great benefit and no harm at all, why do you refuse like this?”
Seeing that things were developing in the worst direction, Halduron no longer cared about etiquette. He took two steps forward and began to speak loudly, with a hint of questioning tone in his words.
"Humph! That's because now it's not up to me to decide whether to form an alliance with your High Elf Kingdom! Our Princess Kallia of the Kingdom of Lordaeron will come to Tire in a few days. Maybe, you can stay here for a few days, and then you can personally submit this alliance proposal to our future Queen of Lordaeron?"
Because he was very dissatisfied with the other party's tone, and because he, Garithos, didn't have a good impression of the elves, he directly threw the document written by the Queen of Quel'Thalas about the alliance back into Halduron's arms. He snorted coldly, turned around and left!
"..."
After watching the other party leave in silence, Halduron looked a little unhappy. This human marshal was too arrogant, and he seemed to have some stubborn prejudice against the elves. He seemed to dislike them, the high elves? Fortunately, the other party's words don't seem to be too serious. It seems that there is still room for maneuver on the matter of alliance? Moreover, their Kingdom of Lordaeron actually has a surviving royal princess?
"Mr. Ambassador Halduron, the Grand Marshal may not be in a good mood today, so I may be a little offended. I hope you don't mind too much! By the way, let me introduce, I am Waldemar, from the Hand of Tyr. The current lord.”
"Anyway, our Princess of the Kingdom of Lordaeron hasn't arrived yet. It will probably take several days to arrive here. I just took a look. You guys must be very tired after flying here from Quel'Thalas. Right? It’s getting late now. How about I arrange accommodation for you first and let you rest and adjust for a few days?”
Seeing the Grand Marshal throwing away his hands and leaving, Lord Waldemar, as the true owner of the Hand of Tyr, had no choice but to step forward and try to lighten the atmosphere with a haha.
Valdemar is relatively optimistic about the alliance with the high elves again. After all, both sides have common enemies and face common threats, so there shouldn't be any major disturbances. It is nothing more than waiting for Her Royal Highness the Princess to agree to this matter, exchange documents of intent, and then find a time to sign a formal covenant.
"Then, I have no choice but to trouble the lord for now."
Halduron nodded and agreed to the other party's arrangement. At this point, the alliance was a top priority for the Kingdom of New Quel'Thalas. He would never leave here so easily before getting a definite reply from the other party.
…
At the same time, on the continent of Kalimdor on the other side of the Endless Sea, Thrall, the new leader of the orc tribe, and the orcs he led, were not having a good time recently.
When the orcs were here in Kalimdor, they did not receive a warm welcome from the indigenous people here. Instead, they were harassed many times. When they began to cut down the forest, prepare to build houses and fortresses here, and plan to settle in this new world for a long time, they began to be violently attacked by some indigenous people in the forest and the strange purple-skinned long-eared elves. Suddenly, the losses were very heavy!
Especially the four-legged forest demigod. Under the leadership of the other party, those strange elves not only severely damaged the orc troops many times, but even the most heroic and capable Grom Hellscream in the tribe and the soldiers he led. The Zhan Song clan was defeated by the demigod, and even suffered a few major defeats!
Then, the orcs were surprised to find that their attacks were unable to harm the powerful demigod of the deep forest. Whether it was swords, axes, bows, arrows or spears, they could not cause any effective damage to the opponent. After many verifications and sacrifices, After fighting countless brave warriors, the people finally discovered in despair that their new tribe had no hope. The enemy was stronger than they expected. It seemed that defeat was doomed...
Because of this matter, Grom Hellscream has been very depressed recently. Not only did their war with the night elves in the forest not go smoothly, but they also suffered heavy losses recently. Moreover, Grom had to admit, The fierce attack that he was proud of actually caused no harm to the four-legged forest demigod!
No matter how hard his battle ax blood roar struck the opponent, no matter where he struck, it could not harm the opponent at all... On the contrary, there were several times when he was almost seriously injured by the opponent's counterattack. Now, coupled with the fact that the curse of the remaining demon blood in his body is tormenting him all the time, depression and depression seem to have become Grom's only choice at the moment. He no longer knows How to maintain the war? It is really meaningless! He really didn't know how to defeat an enemy who was not only powerful but also invulnerable...
"Grom! There is great news! I think you will be willing to hear it!"
A strong warrior from the Warsong clan, carrying an ax as big as a door board, walked up to Hellscream, who was squatting on the ground depressed.
He had just been patrolling in the forest and discovered a mysterious troll witch doctor. The other party actually told him that it had a way to enable the orcs to defeat the enemies in the forest and the powerful demigod! Before the other party left, it also pointed out to him the specific location of the solution!
As a soldier, although he himself was very confused, how could he encounter such a good thing just out of the house? However, in the current situation where the orc tribe is retreating steadily, it seems that they have no better way. Therefore, he is going to tell the leader of their clan the new news. Perhaps, they can go to the troll witch doctor to give instructions. Where to take a look?
Anyway, things won't get worse. What if what the other party said is true? Moreover, trolls have always been at odds with elves and have a deadly feud! Regarding this, the orcs knew about this when they were in the Eastern Continent. Thinking about it this way, maybe, this matter is very likely to be true?
"Good news? What good news can there be now..."
Grom raised his eyes, muttered dissatisfiedly, then directly picked up the wooden bowl placed next to the campfire, raised his head slightly, and drank the offal soup in one gulp.
