Full of doubts and worries, Kael'thas came to the top of the tower to have a secret meeting with Arthas. Although his sorrow was slightly relieved when he left, his heavy fate seemed to have put more serious shackles on him.
After Kael'thas left, two beautiful figures emerged from the shadows of the balcony. Sylvanas spread out her long platinum hair tied into a ponytail and said to Valeera beside her, "I I thought you no longer cared about the Quel'dorei."
Valeera glanced at Sylvanas with dead eyes and replied, "I just no longer live in Quel'Thalas, but it doesn't mean that I have no regard for the future of my relatives and compatriots. You can just turn a blind eye.”
"Okay, then I'll count you as one of my helpers for now."
"I only follow the orders of my superiors, Ms. Windrunner, you are not my superior yet."
Sylvanas was no longer obsessed with quarreling with Valeera. She asked Arthas, "So, the thing that saves the high elves lies in Kalimdor and the... Broken Islands?"
The two female elves who overheard the entire conversation between the two kings did not realize it at all. Sylvanas even thought why Arthas didn't explain his words more clearly.
Arthas just said, "I want Kael'thas to focus on the matter at hand for the time being. The threat of trolls has not been completely eliminated. It is undoubtedly foolish to send a large number of manpower to Feralas or the Broken Islands at this time." the behavior of."
Magic addiction is an important issue that requires long-term exploration, but the most pressing issue right now is how to deal with the Blue Dragon Legion, how to get rid of the ambitious Zul'jin, and how to avoid the demons that may come at any time.
"Hmm... Quel'Thalas really doesn't have the manpower and energy to do this, but I may be able to call on some people to investigate without affecting Quel'Thalas." Sylvanas lowered his head and thought. "I'm going to try my luck in Feralas first. What about you, Valeera?"
"I have other tasks." Valeela's lack of interest was not because she didn't care about the fate of her compatriots, but because she currently had many more serious and urgent matters to deal with.
"Okay, okay, it's up to you, but Arthas, are you really sure that Suramar still exists? You must know that the city was not far from the center of the explosion."
Sylvanas was quite confused. The high elves had many classics left over from ancient times. She also knew something about Suramar, one of the pearls of the elven empire.
"This problem... or the two solutions to magic addiction may not bypass your distant relatives - the night elves. After all, they were the first to witness the incident, and the upper elves and night elves have almost no Physiological differences, the blood connection between them is far closer than that of you as descendants of the upper elf." Arthas started a history lesson, "And I am very sure that during the long guard period, it was impossible for the night elves to deal with them. Suramar and Elre'Thalas know nothing, but they prefer to ignore and forget everything that caused them suffering in the first place."
"I don't really like dealing with these...'distant relatives' of mine. Although they are close to nature and love peace, I always feel awkward when I'm with them, and the way they look at us is very wrong." Hill Vanas frowned slightly as she recalled the attitude of the night elves towards the high elves.
"It takes time to eliminate misunderstandings and estrangements. After all, it was the Highborne elves that you belong to that brought the Burning Legion that destroyed everything. The attitude of the night elves' civilians and soldiers towards the Highborne elves was shaped by this."
Sylvanas understood this, but she did not have the habit of being hot-tempered and cold-hearted. She still planned to go to Feralas to explore the road first, gather some old friends by the way, and see if she could help Quel'Thala. Contribute to Sri Lanka’s future.
Before leaving, she asked, "What about you, Arthas, are you going to go to the front lines in Outland?"
Arthas looked up at the starry sky and replied slowly, "No, there are still many problems in Azeroth waiting for me to solve, and everything in Outland is going smoothly, with only sporadic resistance. Before long, we will We can win this transfer station.”
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"Archbishop, you have been waiting here for almost two hours." Lightcaster Garin asked Archbishop Alonsos Fao who was standing on the edge of the cliff, "What are you waiting for?"
"Waiting for the revelation from the Holy Light, Galin, stay patient. You have made great progress recently, but you still have a lot to learn." Fao's voice was low and calm, and there was no supernatural power in his voice. But every word he spoke revealed his devotion to the Holy Light.
"I understand, Archbishop."
Galin actually didn't understand anything, but since Faao said so, he had no choice but to wait aside and wait with Faao with his neck stiffened. As for what he was waiting for, he had no idea at all.
Time passed by, and Galin was so ecstatic that he was about to enter a meditative state, but at this moment, his heart beat violently, waking him up from the state before meditation.
Some kind of omen in the dark made him instinctively raise his head, and his dazed eyes suddenly became sober after seeing a purple stream of light on the distant sky.
"Archbishop, look to the sky."
Lightcaster Garin eagerly pointed to Fao at the meteors in the sky, but Fao just smiled calmly. The saint said slowly, "The 'guest' we were waiting for has finally arrived."
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On a remote island northwest of the Dark Coast, Tyrande looked at the thriving World Tree and the night elves who had moved to this new giant tree, feeling relieved but also a little uneasy.
"Fandral, are we doing this against the rules?" The priestess showed a rare fear in her ten thousand years of leading the people.
"Priest Tyrande, I don't understand what you are talking about," Fandral Staghelm was so excited that he was a little fanatical. "This is the World Tree that we planted with our own hands. It is the same sky-supporting branch as Nordrassil. , is the new future of our family, and I deliberately chose this deserted island so that it will not affect the forests in other places, and I can continue to defend the continent of Kalimdor."
Tyrande was silent for a moment, suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, "Maybe you are right, Fandral, but I hope to get the blessing of the Aspect Dragon. You know, the previous blessing of Nordrassil followed - "
"No, we don't need those dragons at all," Fandral shook his head disdainfully, "Can't we do it on our own? What role do those giant dragons have besides telling us what to do?"
"I'm just worried that without the blessing of the Aspect Dragon, Teldrassil may attract unkind looks."
Fandral sneered a few times and stared at the Priestess of the Moon Goddess with eyes that were unfamiliar to Tyrande. The archdruid said slowly and heavily, "No matter what kind of guy has evil intentions, I will not His transgressions will be tolerated."
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