"His Majesty!"
An officer hurriedly walked into the tent, leaned down and said a few words in Varian's ear. Varian, who was checking the battle report, frowned and stood up while leaning on the table.
"Take me there."
The King of Stormwind City said in a deep voice. He followed the officer to an open space outside the military camp, where a circle of soldiers seemed to surround something.
The officer shouted loudly, asking the soldiers to make a way for the king to come out, "Get out of the way, everyone, stand back!"
The originally airtight formation immediately gave way to a path, and Varian was able to see clearly what was happening in the center. A tall humanoid creature with dark purple skin was standing there, surrounded by several half-covered bodies. In the soil, human soldiers are still struggling.
"Who are you?" Varian glanced at the soldiers who were sealed into the ground by strange powers. Their lives did not seem to be in danger, but their activities were restricted.
The dark purple-skinned humanoid said something, which made Varian frown - he couldn't understand what the other person was saying, and this guy's language was not any one he knew.
However... Varian remembered that this seemed to have some similarities with the language of those high elves. He heard a familiar suffix, which was the pronunciation of "Dore".
Varian immediately had a guess in his heart. It was what Arthas had told him, the most powerful and powerful race on the continent of Kalimdor, the ancient night elves.
But this guy who is suspected of being a "night elf" is very different from those high elves. He is tall, more than two meters tall, and has strong muscles, which can give people a full sense of oppression.
Compared to their distant relatives, they appear to be too strong.
In Varian's impression, the figure of the high elves is slightly thinner than that of humans, and the appearance of the night elves is probably not much better than that of the orcs.
But what's more important right now is that we have to find a way to get this guy with special powers to stop immediately, otherwise it's likely to cause unnecessary bloodshed.
The language barrier is not a particularly serious obstacle on Azeroth. Soon, Varian found an accompanying mage. The arcane light in this mage's hand lit up. He planned to use magic to build a special communication channels.
However, when the "night elf" saw the arcane light shining on the mage's hand, he showed an expression of disgust and disgust. Fortunately, he didn't make any move and just waited there quietly.
As the mage's spell was completed, he spoke, "We should be able to communicate now, outsider."
"Yes, but I wonder if you should let go of my soldiers first?" Varian replied, "Maybe their behavior was a little reckless, but you broke into our camp without permission."
The night elf glanced at the human soldiers buried in the ground, "That's why I didn't kill them."
"If this is your attitude, I think we have nothing to talk about." Varian's face turned cold, and the other party's words could be considered provocative.
"I have nothing good to say about those who started the war on Kalimdor," the night elf said.
"We started a war? When the tauren were attacked by the centaurs, why didn't I see you stand up and speak out?" Varian showed no weakness and responded tit for tat.
The night elf didn't reply, but Varian probably understood what he meant: they are the indigenous people of Kalimdor, and we don't care about their fights. We are just very wary of outsiders like you.
After thinking about this possibility, Varian said again, "We are looking for allies. Repeling the centaurs is just what the tauren need to survive. If such a battle is not allowed, then we will just watch. A peaceful race destroyed by invaders?”
I don't know if Varian saw it wrong, but there seemed to be a smile on the night elf's lips, but soon his expression turned cold again, but this time, he waved his hand and dismissed the soldiers buried underground. Released.
"In this case, we can indeed have a good chat. My name is Broll Bearskin, and I am a druid."
Feeling that the other party's hostility had inexplicably subsided a lot, Varian was surprised and could only answer, "My name is Varian Wrynn, and I am the king of Stormwind City."
After listening to Varian's self-introduction, Broll nodded, "Outsiders, although you helped the tauren, which is a good thing, we don't want too many disputes in Kalimdor."
"We will never initiate a war because we have suffered from war."
"This is best, but my compatriots are extremely wary of any outsiders. If you don't want to cause more trouble, I suggest you go back to where you came from."
After Brower said these words, his body underwent a change that shocked everyone: his tall body began to shrink as if he had no bones, the joints and bones could stretch like muscles, and the whole person quickly shrank and Twisting, dark purple feathers gradually grew on his skin.
Finally, when the change was over, Broll disappeared, replaced by a bird standing in place, and made Broll's voice, "King of humans, Kalimdor does not welcome outsiders, and none of us want to Get yourself into trouble, right?”
As soon as he finished speaking, the bird that Broll transformed into flew into the sky and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.
The mages accompanying the army watched Broll fly away in shock, until Varian slapped him on the shoulder and asked him, "What magic is this?"
"I don't know! This is probably a power system that we are completely unaware of. There is no record in Dalaran's classics - how did he do it? I didn't feel any arcane fluctuations? This It’s fundamentally different from transformation magic!”
The military mage then spoke a lot of words, which were also mixed with a lot of magic terms that made Varian dizzy. He had no choice but to stop listening to the mage's excited speech and turned to face the The officer said, "Marcus, tell Gianna what's going on here."
"As you command, Your Majesty."
After receiving the order, Marcus hurriedly left here and went to the Intelligence Department to prepare to inform Ms. Proudmoore what happened here.
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"It seems that Varian and the others are in trouble." Jaina picked up the document in her hand and after reading it carefully, her expression became solemn.
Arthas once said that those ancient night elves would not look kindly on outsiders, but try not to conflict with them. As long as they enter the areas in the north that are closely controlled by them, the night elves will not take the initiative to cause trouble.
But the current situation shows that the night elves' attitude is worse and more elusive than Arthas said.
