"Brothers of Dark Night, we are late..."
Carlos felt ashamed saying this, but he said it so naturally.
"It's not too late, it's not too late, we feel the camaraderie of the alliance."
Malfurion held Carlos's hands sincerely. The Archdruid was a head taller than the Knight King.
Originally Kael'thas didn't want to deal with the night elves, but Alleria fanned the wind and lit the will-o'-the-wisp, saying that you worked so hard to get into the alliance and don't enjoy the treatment of a leader.
Kael'thas is here.
Yes, we high elves are in trouble now. We accidentally mixed ourselves from a noble race to a weak race. This is also an internal matter of the Eastern Kingdom.
Diplomatically, the high elves are still the original members of the alliance, and you night elves still have to receive me as a VIP.
But Tyrande opened her mouth...
"It's great that Dath'Rema's eldest grandson has grown so big."
Grandma Tai, please shut up, I shouldn’t have come!
Kael'thas looked around and saw that Alleria was not here at all, and he was fooled by her again.
No, these two people are too senior, so they have to change their strategy.
"Despite our differences in the past, Quel'Thalas is still willing to provide for our compatriots..."
Kael'thas wanted to bring the topic to the national level, but Carlos and Malfurion each held his shoulders with one hand.
"No hurry, no rush, we'll talk about the business later."
"It's such a touching scene, let's not say these disappointing things."
The two looked at each other slightly.
"It's been a long time since I heard his famous name, but today I saw him and he is really majestic."
"We feel like old friends at the first sight, we feel like old friends at the first sight. I won't come home until I'm drunk today!"
"Brother Malfurion!"
"Brother Carlos!"
"Hahahahaha."
"Let's go, the reception banquet is ready."
No, you two put this brother as the eldest and the younger as the younger brother. How can I judge my generation?
Tyrande glanced at the accompanying high elves, and left without saying anything, following her husband and Carlos.
At this time, Alleria, who had been hiding somewhere just now, appeared again.
"My little prince, if you want to be a real king, you must first learn how shameless those two brothers are."
As he spoke, he patted Kael'thas on the shoulder and followed him.
Entertaining the Generalissimo of the Alliance must be a state banquet, and this meal is worth a try.
Kael'thas felt something was wrong inside and out, so he grabbed Daelin Proudmoore.
"Your Excellency, Admiral, why did Carlos stop me from talking?"
"What kind of money is it to discuss in front of so many people?"
Although Dai Lin is obsessed with sailing, he is still in the human circle, and he really understands.
"But……"
"Just use your mouth to eat and drink for a while. There is only one generalissimo of the alliance. How can we get involved?"
Daelin's honest words hurt Kael'thas' proud heart.
After all, the new king of the high elves has not fully adapted to the international society that speaks based on strength and status.
The night elves' troubles were far from over.
Although Archimonde is dead, the remnants of the Burning Legion still remain.
The death of a large number of night elves who agreed with Malfurion's ideals caused a huge shake to the foundation of the couple's rule.
Therefore, Malfurion really needs the alliance's assistance, whether it is paid, free, technical or material.
Just before the Battle of Mount Hyjal, the last casualty statistics report received by Poplar Valley from various places showed that the night elves had already suffered three million casualties.
It can be estimated without exaggeration that the night elves would have to pay at least a quarter of their population for this invasion of the Burning Legion.
At least!
So even though he knew that Carlos had been floating in the sky watching the show, Malfurion had to pretend not to know.
The Alliance is far away on the other side of the endless sea. Is this a force that should be naturally friendly to offend its top leader just for the sake of verbal convenience? Is it crazy?
What's more, the so-called alliance assistance is not just talk. Humans need help from the night elves.
That's right, it's the professional Druid!
Carlos said that he should be careful about the undead scourge using plague to pollute the land, and complimented the night elves that they were experienced and didn't worry.
To put it bluntly, why don't we still ask for help?
The initial outbreak of the Undead Scourge was in Northrend, and the largest outbreak was indeed in Lordaeron.
After more than a year of brutal war, the night elves made a fortune from the alliance, from large-scale food trade to high-grade wood to various spell-casting supplies.
Moreover, humans are begging the night elves to sell them.
So Malfurion understood what Carlos meant and even accepted his favor.
On the one hand, he was concerned about the sensitive racial emotions during the night elf war, but on the other hand, he also gave himself a chance to share the spoils.
The Alliance will not dump on Kalimdor on a large scale, but will choose to conduct direct transactions with the night elves at the official level.
This is called the "trade share" and is divided among Malfurion.
However, so far, Carlos has not mentioned the night elves joining the alliance at all.
Because the time is wrong.
An overlord is an overlord. Half of the human race in the Eastern Kingdom died. If Carlos hadn't stood up for it, Lordaeron would have been ruined.
The night elves have a population similar to that of the Alliance, but they are still steadily crushing Kalimdor's many races.
But Carlos understood that this was just the beginning, not the end.
In Auberdine, in Winterspring, in Ashenvale, in Desolace, in Feralas, and in Silithus, the night elves need to fight the remnants of the Burning Legion with swords, guns, grunts and bears.
The most malicious speculation is that if the situation is to be stabilized, half of the night elves will die.
Because there is no Archimonde pressing on top of their heads, and without the constant urging of Archimonde who only thinks about the World Tree, the demons' indulgence is far more terrifying than now, and their destructive power is even more amazing.
As for Thrall's tribe, Carnousti didn't even want to mention it.
After accepting immigrants from Draenor, Orgrimmar is no longer an orc city that Admiral Daelin can threaten with just a few marines.
What is a barren land for the night elves is not barren at all for the orcs who have survived the harsh mountains and rivers of Draenor.
Thrall has already taken root in this land, and if he wants to use military means to eradicate the threat, he will have to recruit an army of 500,000 people for cross-sea operations.
This is obviously impossible.
Carlos came to Kalimdor away from the Eastern Kingdoms, partly to avoid suspicion, and partly to conduct technical exchanges with the night elves.
The Alliance doesn't want to deal with Thrall, and the Horde doesn't want to deal with Carlos.
After receiving Malfurion's promise of peace, the orcs left.
Then the druids used magic to seal the road from Azshara to Mount Hyjal.
After a brief closed-door meeting, Malfurion and Carlos reached an agreement on the terms, which seemed to make everyone happy.
After all, those who argue endlessly about one percent or a few tenths of a percent are usually small department leaders and professional managers. The real bosses negotiate terms. Three glasses of wine and two peanuts can settle the matter, which is a perfect fit. The fewer people, the higher the efficiency.
The war will continue, although the night elves from top to bottom believe that they are close to winning.
But Carlos really wasn't that optimistic.
Just trade and observe.
Malfurion had Malfurion's difficulties, and Carlos had Carlos's worries.
In two months, the Exodar will fall.
What should I do? Wait online. Urgent!
