The current situation is that the woman's footsteps are getting closer and closer, the attendants outside the door are trying to dissuade her in vain, and the men in the room are inexplicably nervous. I ask everyone behind the fourth wall to write a short essay of 800 words based on known conditions.
It doesn't matter if readers of genuine subscriptions don't want to write a short essay, just give it a title.
Because Fandral Staghelm doesn’t want to write it either.
What the hell is this!
Fandral Staghelm was greatly shocked to be able to see Jarod Shadowsong again. It was the Marshal, it was Marshal Jarod!
That bitch of Dandelman actually found Marshal Jarod, who had been missing for tens of thousands of years. Fandral Staghelm felt that his frozen heart began to beat again.
It seems as if Jarod Shadowsong is back and the night elves are saved again.
In fact, only Jarod may feel that he is insignificant. The real night elf leaders are well aware of his importance.
Since Azshara, only Jarod has the most orthodox leadership of the Kaldorei.
Because Jarod is the well-deserved marshal of the Kaldorei army.
And what Jarod did back then was called fucking!
You know, at the end of the empire, Queen Azshara was determined to be the wife of Sargeras, the kaldorei's sea-fixing needle, and the undisputed number one man in the military, Kurtalos Ravencrest, was assassinated, and the Burning Legion would never be seen again. Needing to disguise himself, he launched a raid on the Black Crow Fortress, the most important military fortress of the night elves.
It was Jarod Shadowsong's intuition about the battlefield situation and his natural leadership ability that made other military nobles willing to follow his command.
Understand, it’s not like some young night elf writer made up in the ranger novel, Jarod pulled out the old leader’s sword, and then single-handedly swiped the legion of demons all the way, and the other night elves bowed to him.
Jarod Shadowsong was the eldest brother chosen by everyone after private discussions, and he was the leader everyone expected.
In that war, Illidan and Malfurion were of course the protagonists, but after Kaldorei lost its queen, Jarod and the regular army led by him were the absolute main force against the Burning Legion.
Even Cenarius and the Wild Gods knelt down respectfully to salute the Grand Marshal, acknowledging Jarod's leadership.
In addition to the rebellious Illidan, Malfurion and Tyrande were also young night elves who sincerely paid tribute to Jarod.
It's a pity that when everyone was trying to persuade Jarod Shadowsong to go further, his sociophobia broke out. The night elves' powerful families all wanted to marry him. He needed to heal the broken empire, and the burden of the continuation of the race was weighed on him. On his shoulders, the unity during the war was as illusory as a soap bubble in the face of the struggle for power after the war, and Jarod Shadowsong was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
Therefore, on the verge of being crowned and harmed, the Generalissimo chose to run away in a hurry.
He didn't even write a letter to explain the situation, and just ran away without even a trace of reluctance.
It can be said that the separation between the upper elves and ordinary night elves was rooted in the explosion of the Well of Eternity, and the catalyst was the Grand Marshal Jarod Shadowsong.
As the greatest common denominator of the Kaldorei after the war, Jarod's disappearance has caused all kinds of strange contradictions and divisions in the night elf society today.
However, the greatest hero and the worst political prisoner did not have any self-consciousness.
The reluctant hero Jarod Shadowsong still feels quite innocent.
So much so that he and Dandemar huddled together in Fandral Staghelm's closet, life and death uncertain.
"Fandral, I asked your attendant. You have no business appointments at all now. Why are you hiding from me?"
Maiev Shadowsong opened the door, but before she arrived, the blame came first.
Fandral Staghelm let out an unbearable lament and motioned for the attendant to close the door.
"Watcher, I welcome your arrival, so I am willing to forgive your rudeness."
If Suramar's phase technician hadn't blown up one of the ship's balancers, Maiev Shadowsong would have arrived at Cenarion Keep yesterday.
However, it was such a coincidence that as if some great will was watching, Dandemar and Jarod walked into Fandral Staghelm's room before they could say a word, Maiev Shadowsong barged in behind them. Come in.
Maiev Shadowsong didn't care about Fandral Staghelm's soft nails and just looked at the three cups on the guest table.
Who is Maiev Shadowsong? Lord of the Watch Keep, Grand Master of the Watch, and the leader of the night elves' most ferocious and professional counter-revolutionary organization.
So no ghost vision is needed, the watcher already knows everything about the situation before he opens the door.
Maiev Shadowsong was happy as she stared at the wardrobe intently.
"You're quite good at playing."
"Where are you from the Sisterhood of Elune who know how to play?"
Fandral Staghelm's respect for his mistress was down to the last bit, and Maiev Shadowsong spoke so aggressively that he didn't want to criticize anyone but her.
"Is there something shady hidden in the cupboard?"
Jarod and Dandemar were already shaking, but Fandral remained calm and composed.
"?You told me it's shameful, and yet you expect me to open it and show it to you. If you want to know, do it yourself."
Mother in heaven, I think today is the day we meet again, I wish you well...
However, Maiev Shadowsong is not a real fool, her gesture is just to put pressure on Fandral Staghelm.
So, not caring whether there was a dancer or a gigolo in the closet, Maiev Shadowsong sat down opposite Fandral Staghelm.
"I'm not here to care about your private life, it's more business."
"you say."
"The Alliance and Horde will not deal with it."
"Every furbolg knows this."
"Jaina of Theramore has asked me to be a broker and wants you to nationalize the natural asphalt mines in Un'Goro Crater."
"Recover what?"
"State-owned."
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha......"
Fandral Staghelm laughed and coughed.
Maiev Shadowsong was actually a little unable to hold back, but she still held back.
"Are you finally willing to change your clothes?"
"With your teacher's little allocation, the entire Watch Fort would have starved to death."
Why did Maiev Shadowsong stay in Elre'Thalas? It's because this city is now revitalized.
The Lord of Nethergarde Castle has always been wearing the highly recognizable Cluster Blade battle suit, not because she likes the look, but because it is the best suit Maiev Shadowsong can get.
Nowadays, the high elves of Elrethalas have absorbed a large number of night elves refugees. This ancient city, which has been stagnant for thousands of years, has caught a ride on the Silithus War and regained its industrial competitiveness.
The hard money given by Jaina has been replaced by Maiev into new clothes.
Northrend's Northern Expedition made the Warden get acquainted with Sylvanas, a high elf. That lady's personal strength was not very good, and her weapons and equipment were too tempting.
If Maiev Shadowsong hadn't seen the usefulness of gold coin magic, wouldn't she be embarrassed to earn the hard-earned money from this connection?
Although his dissatisfaction with Tyrande, the master's wife, has reached the critical level, Fandral Staghelm's respect for his teacher Malfurion is sincere.
"So for the sake of the Alliance that is still floating on the sea, you want me to offend the tribe that has already extended a helping hand?"
"Both the Alliance and the Horde are just questionable allies. All actions of the night elves should only be based on the interests of the Kaldorei."
Another time, another place, Fandral Staghelm would not lose control because of Maiev Shadowsong's absolutely correct words.
These words were not only meant for Maiev Shadowsong, but also for the man in the closet.
"For the benefit of the Kaldorei, my whole family has died!"
Maiev Shadowsong felt baffled.
Maiev Shadowsong felt extremely wronged.
Maiev Shadowsong wanted to scold Fandral Staghelm loudly. You are not the only one who has killed the whole family.
Maiev Shadowsong remembered that she theoretically had a younger brother whose life or death was uncertain, and he seemed to be slightly stronger than Fandral Staghelm.
The more Maiev Shadowsong thought about it, the angrier she became. It would be better if the whole family died and the whole family was loyal.
"I'm just telling you something. It's up to you to decide whether you want it or not."
Throwing Jaina's autographed letter on the table, Maiev Shadowsong stood up and left. After opening the door, he turned around and took another look at the closet with ulterior motives.
“Will practicing Druidry cause infertility?”
"Close the door and see the guests away!"
Maiev Shadowsong's attitude towards Fandral Staghelm was extremely bad, but she was not worried that what she said or did would be bad.
We are all House of Cards players, and personal likes and dislikes cannot affect the choice of interests.
The key to the success or failure of the matter lies in the price offered by the alliance, so why should Maiev be so humble to Fandral.
The letter has been delivered. Finish the work and call it a day.
After Maiev Shadowsong left, Fandral Staghelm didn't make any more moves, he just sat there, thinking.
With a population of tens of millions, how could the night elves not have a few insightful people who care about the country and its people?
However, the glory of the past was too glorious, and the glorious past of Kaldorei has become a heavy burden that now weighs on the night elves as a race.
Theocratic rights, the Druids’ spellcasting rights, the autonomy of powerful families, the female rights behind the theocratic endorsement of the Sisters of Elune...
Malfurion had tried his best, but Fandral did not think that his intelligence could surpass that of his teacher.
At some point, Fandral Staghelm came to his senses and realized that he had picked up the envelope and opened the seal.
Forget it, three feet of ice is not a day's cold, and it's hard to get back. Let's take a look at what the lord of Theramore wrote.
After waiting for about five minutes, Jarod and Dandema left the closet tremblingly.
"My sister is gone?"
"Fandral, you are really interesting this time!"
Too lazy to pay attention to these two guys, Fandral's attention has been completely attracted by the conditions offered by the alliance.
Haoheng, the word "haoheng" is filled between the lines.
Yes, Gianna's proposal is very feasible.
Fandral Staghelm suddenly raised his head and stared at Jarod Shadowsong, a chaotic yet clear idea flashing through his mind.
Second Reich!
Dandemar let out a long sigh of relief. It was this expression that he should have had when he received the divine revelation and sent Jarod Shadowsong to meet Fandral Staghelm.
Elune, I have accomplished what you asked for. The future of the night elves, the hope you promised...
