A few months later, in the embassy of Lordaeron, Arthas held the edges of the combat sandbox with both hands and looked down at the scene of the Cursed Land simulated in the sandbox. A very special "messenger" followed him. ", and this messenger is constantly challenging Alsace's bottom line.
"Dear Your Highness, it has been a year since the Battle of Mount Hyjal. The Silver Moon Council believes that our people have not yet recovered from the pain of the last war, so we are launching another one at this time. A grand expedition is not a good idea.
The alliance's covenant has just been revised, and Quel'Thalas really doesn't want an expedition with an uncertain future to damage the friendly ties between us and our allies - you see, we have gone through too much in the past ten years. Destroyed by many wars, first by the vulgar and savage orcs, then by the demons from the Twisting Nether, and by the trolls that infested our borders from time to time, the people of Quel'Thalas have been entangled by these hateful enemies. Exhausted physically and mentally.
Can you give us a little more time? Of course, Quel'Thalas will not treat its Alliance allies badly, and we will do our best to provide help, you see..."
The messenger was sincere and seemed to be thinking about the people of the Alliance and did not want to hurt the people of the entire Alliance with one war after another. However, he did not notice that Arthas's face also became darker while he was chattering. More and more gloomy.
"The alliance is not someone's opinion. Lord Drasil, I also said in the previous meeting that the proposal of the Silver Moon Parliament will be voted on by the members of the alliance. This is not something I can decide alone - and Whether to open it or keep the door of darkness closed, the answer has been given in the meeting."
Arthas patiently listened to Darkan Drasil's words, and then replied without thinking that he had been harassed too many times by this "pawn" sent by the Silver Moon Council in the past few days, but it made him angry. It is not the elf mage in front of him, but the "Silver Moon Council" he represents.
Darkan pursed his lips, still wearing that hypocritical smile, like a good man who served the country and the people, but Alsace had already spoken to this extent, and coupled with the repeated encounters in the past few days, this man was so disappointed. The mage with a high reputation was also a little tired, but he had already accepted the task of the council and could not directly fall out with the prince of Lordaeron, so he had to continue:
"Quel'Thalas is also a member of the Alliance. If His Highness insists on forcing us, then Quel'Thalas may no longer be able to fulfill its obligations."
As soon as he finished speaking, Darkan suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart. The prince was originally looking at the sand table, but now he had turned his gaze towards him. His eyes were no longer as kind and friendly as usual, but instead looked incredibly cold to Darkan.
Cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead, and he was a little confused as to which of his words had offended Alsace. What he said was obviously the most basic diplomatic rhetoric.
"I remember that the supreme ruler of Quel'Thalas should be the Sun King, right? Why do you keep talking about the Silver Moon Council? Although I am very sorry for the death of His Majesty Anastarian, but The current Sun King, His Majesty Kael'thas, should be the ruler of Quel'Thalas, is the Council of Silver Moon taking over?"
Alsace's words no longer had the calmness and gentleness in his previous answer, but instead were a little colder and more aggressive.
However, Darkan is also an old arcanist who has lived for who knows how many years. He has been hanging out in that corrupt situation for who knows how long just to get a place in the Silver Moon Council. Logically speaking, he should not be dismissed by a man who is only twenty years old. The several-year-old human prince was frightened, but Darkan felt inexplicably afraid.
It feels like a sheep standing in front of a lion, born with an irresistible instinct of timidity.
Darkan hesitated for a long time, without saying a complete sentence. Arthas did not want to waste more time on him and the Silver Moon Council, so he said simply, "It seems that Lord Drasil is tired. Please stay with me." After standing in this war room for so long, the mage's body will indeed feel tired. Someone, please send Sir Drasil back to his residence to rest."
Two guards walked in and led Darkan towards the war conference room. Darkan walked out of the door of the conference room, but suddenly he felt like he was waking up from a dream. He was angry but also frightened. He wanted to say a few harsh words, but Looking back at the dark hole, the door that looked like a bottomless abyss, he swallowed the words on his lips.
I can only recite silently in my heart, "Arrogant human monkeys, if you dare not take Quel'Thalas seriously, you will pay the price sooner or later."
After Darkan left, a slim figure gradually appeared in the shadows in the corner of the conference room. Sylvanas glanced at the direction Darkan left and said with a hint of teasing, "You have such a good temper. If it were me, I will definitely beat him until he doesn’t dare to talk nonsense again.”
"Then you have to change your temper, but that's not you anymore, otherwise why would you be kicked out by the Silver Moon Council," Arthas replied unhurriedly, "Also, hold on tight. Release your fists, there are only two of us here, no need to pretend, if you really want to beat him up, you can chase him out now, I guarantee that the guards will pretend they can't see him."
"I'm not pretending, I really want to beat him." Sylvanas was very angry at the prince's words, "Not only him, but also those old fools in the Silver Moon Council..."
At this point, the former Ranger General changed the subject and said a little dejectedly, "But what's the use of just beating him up? The gentlemen of the Silver Moon Council can sit in their chairs peacefully and have nothing to do with themselves. Gao Guozhang, Drasil is just a shield for them to push him out to do this thankless job."
"I really want to beat up Kael'thas. In order to mourn his father, this guy refused to officially succeed to the throne for a short period of time. He had to settle all these trivial matters as a prince before he would take office."
When Arthas mentioned the name of his old friend, there was a hint of hatred in it. He had given Kael'thas enough time and space, and even disrupted Illidan's plan, causing him to temporarily give up his support. The idea of the Sunwell, but Kaizi is usually personable, but in fact his temper is simply terrifyingly paranoid.
He didn't want to drag down the Windrunner family, so he pretended to take back Sylvanas' position so that she wouldn't have to go with him to have a bloody encounter with the Silver Moon Council. Kaizi thought that he would take care of the Silver Moon Council. , so that the Windrunner and Ranger troops would not be uncomfortable being caught in the middle, and it also supported a legendary strongman to the alliance in disguise.
Sylvanas alone can be said to be comparable to half of the ranger army. It's just that Kaizi's idea is good, but he still doesn't understand how difficult the old man of the Silver Moon Council is. Without Xi Even though Ervanas' help would not implicate her, Kaizi herself stepped into the mud and couldn't pull it out for a long time.
"His Royal Highness also has his own difficulties..." Sylvanas sighed when she heard Kael'thas' name. Of course she knew Kael'thas's intentions. If she couldn't defeat the future Sun King, she would also It's not just a temporary "leaving home", "But now it seems that the Silver Moon Council may have planned it for a long time. I'm worried that he will be unable to survive alone..."
"What, you want to go back?" Arthas glanced at Sylvanas and revealed the ranger's inner thoughts. "I will not let you go easily. A legendary ranger is extremely rare in the alliance." H."
"Isn't Nathanos here? Her strength is not inferior to mine. Besides, if the situation is urgent, my sister Vereesa is also in Dalaran." Sylvanas seems to really want to return. When he returned to his hometown, he helped the helpless Kaizi, even selling his sister who had just given birth to an heir.
"Your sister has just given birth to a baby, are you willing to give it up? Moreover, compared to them, your main advantage is that your position and status are very free," Alsace said. "Aside from these, my suggestion is that you have better Don't go back to Quel'Thalas. I'm afraid Kael'thas has just smoothed things out and has caught the Silver Moon Council's sore spot. Otherwise, they wouldn't be so eager to send people to negotiate with the Alliance. If you go back now, you will make it worse. Parliament got the hang of it
——If you ask me, you are still suitable to be a general. You can't defeat the Silver Moon Council. I can assure you that I will not attack your homeland. Quel'Thalas is still a member of the Alliance after all. "
Sylvanas looked at Arthas for a while before she said in frustration, "You're right... Then I'd better stay in Lordaeron first... Also, please remember your promise, I My dear Prince."
The days the ranger stayed in Lordaeron made her very clear about what kind of person the prince in front of her was. She could only say that there was probably no one in Quel'Thalas except her and Kael'thas. He realized how terrifying power Alsace's men controlled.
The all-pervasive intelligence agency, the iron cavalry who are loyal to the prince, and the group of "fanatic believers" who Sylvanas can't understand at all, who talk about the Holy Light all day long, the prince's fiancée is Dalaran The appointed successor of the Speaker, the prince's father-in-law is in charge of the most powerful maritime force in the world. The king and prince of the dwarves are Alsace's teachers and close friends. The dwarfs have a very close relationship with Lordaeron. Even her Those distant relatives of Kaldorei also regard Alsace as the main one when it comes to matters in the Eastern Kingdom.
The king of the Kingdom of Stormwind is a good friend of Arthas, and his son's godfather is also Arthas. Even the tauren of Kalimdor receive support and help mostly from Lordaeron.
Not to mention Gilneas and Stromgarde, who joined the Alliance because of Arthas, and New Alterac, which simply turned to Lordaeron.
Unknowingly, almost the entire force and power of Azeroth were united under the tug of Arthas, forming a terrifying force that gradually became irresistible. Danlun followed suit, and the old king trusted and supported his son immensely.
Moreover, the thing that sent chills down Sylvanas' spine the most was that she always felt that Arthas carried far more than that. Her mother once warned her, "As a ranger, what you need to be most vigilant about is not the sunlight." The enemies below, but the threats hiding in the shadows.”
She had seen Arthas use the power of the Holy Light. Even though she was not a believer in the Holy Light, her vision was beyond the reach of others. The Ranger General always felt that Arthas' power of the Holy Light was different from other people's. Too much the same, and the biggest question is, is there anything hidden under the holy light of Alsace?
The setting sun shone through the doors and windows of the conference room, stretching Alsace's shadow very long, so long that half of the conference room was covered by the shadow, and Sylvanas was standing in the shadow.
