Tir's Hand, in the hall of the Lord's Castle, a group of five high-elves' messengers were waiting a little impatiently, and were about to ask about the human guards and the human nobles who were waiting around, a big man wearing the cavalry style of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, but with black and gold, bearded walked out of a small door behind the hall with his head held high.
"I am the Grand Marshal of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, Osmar Gallith, the Supreme Commander of the Hand of Tyre, and the Supreme Military Chief of the Kingdom of Lordaeron so far!"
Garythers stood majestic in front of the lord's seat in the Lord's Castle Hall of the Lord's Castle Hall, and his eyes swept across the entire Castle Hall without anger. He looked down with such a very rude look and looked down at the five high elf messengers from Quelthalas standing in front of the hall.
Gallithers discovered that one of the male elfs was the first to be. He was wearing a delicate elf-style tight clothing, a blue-purple protective headband on his forehead, and a big red cloak with a golden badge of high elfs. He had no extra armed forces except for a narrow sword on his waist that had more decorative functions than combat purposes. I guess, this male elf should be the leader of this group of high elf envoys, and must be the ambassador of the Kingdom of Quelthalas this time, right?
And the four exquisite ranger leather armors that were also dressed in high elf characteristics, with long swords on their waists and a long bow and a quiver on their backs. It seems that they are just his four guards?
Tsk tsk!
Garithers began to laugh in his heart. It seems that it is not only the humans in their Kingdom of Lordaeron that are suffering from miserable sensations. These high elves from Quelthalas are probably about to lose the blame, right?
Otherwise, the high elves who always attach importance to pomp, arrogant and look down on humans would probably not have sent such shabby five elves to ride a dragon eagle south as envoys!
If, in the past, if these long-eared elves were still confident, they would have sent at least one or two thousand elite ground troops to escort the envoys, and then forcibly pass through the raging area of ​​the undead natural disaster, and directly fight out from the elves gate in the north, right?
"I'm here. Now, please tell me your name, the messenger of the High Elves of Quel'thalas! Then, explain your purpose. You must know that I still need to arrange various affairs against the natural disasters of the dead. I have been very busy recently, and I guess there won't be too much time to receive you here."
Humph! Gallithers snorted coldly in his heart. His senses towards the elves have never been very good, so he continued to look down at the other party arrogantly, speaking some very rude diplomatic language in his mouth. He needed to slowly test these long-eared elves.
Sure enough, after hearing such rude words from Garythers, except for the leading elf who was the lord who was the master, who only frowned slightly, the four high-elf rangers behind him all looked resentful, and they almost turned their backs and arched the arrows on the spot and shot the Garythers on it.
"Dear Marshal Gallithers, my name is Hadurun Mingyi, a ranger lord from the High Elf Kingdom of Quelthalas, and also the plenipotentiary of the Kingdom of Lordaeron this time."
Hadurun Mingyi turned his head and signaled the four rangers behind him to rest as he was relieved. He began to take two steps forward, telling his identity in a humble tone, and began to focus on Marshal Lordaern, who was standing on the steps of the main seat of the castle hall. From the other party's tone just now, Hadurun knew that this human marshal seemed to have some prejudice against the high elves.
This time, Hadurun was ordered to serve as a mission to the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and was responsible for the important mission of Queen Sylvanas, to find the alliance of surviving human forces to fight against the undead natural disasters and the soon-to-be demon legion, rather than coming here to fight with humans or to cause trouble.
Therefore, as a plenipotentiary ambassador, no matter what kind of unfair treatment he received from mankind, he must remain calm at all times. Even if the two sides ultimately fail to form an alliance, he cannot add new enemies to the Kingdom of Quel'thalas for no reason, especially when the enemy is surrounded by this surrounding area.
"I came here this time to submit two important letters of nationality to the Kingdom of Lordaeron on behalf of our High Elf Kingdom of Quel'thalas."
Speaking of this, Hadurun Mingyi carefully took out two exquisite rolls of parchment from the bag behind him, which were covered with the fire paint sealed by the special seal of the Kingdom of Quel'thalas.
Originally, this kind of letter of state should have been handed over to the king of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. However, everyone knows that the king of the Kingdom of Lordaeron is dead, or was killed by their own Prince Arthas... So, now it seems that he can only hand over to the Marshal Garythers, who has the highest position, right?
"This is an invitation letter submitted to you by our Kingdom of Quel'thalas."
Hadurun held the roll of parchment in both hands and handed it to a human adjutant beside him, signaling him to hand over to Grand Marshal Gallithers standing in front of the main seat, and then continued to say down.
"In two months, when the new Silver Moon City is built, the new queen of our Quelthalas High Elf Kingdom is about to reach the throne. At that time, if you are interested, you can send an envoy to the New Silver Moon City to watch the ceremony."
In about two months, the new Silvermoon City in Quel'thalas, located in the former Darthwisher Bay, will be initially completed. By then, the basic municipal engineering and the Queen's Palace will be completed. By then, it will be the time when Her Majesty Queen Sylvanas, the High Elves, officially ascends the throne!
Now, although the relationship between the high elves and Lordaeron humans has caused some unpleasantness due to the previous King Anastarien's first withdrawal from the alliance, the two sides can still be regarded as friendly forces in relation to each other. For major events like the Queen's ascension to the throne, they must come to inform the other party. This is one of his purpose of his mission to the Kingdom of Lordaeron this time.
Another queen? When Marshal Gallithers heard this word, he couldn't help but frown, muttering in his heart, and his eyes twitched. Earlier today, after he received a letter from Dassauhan and read the content, he began to be particularly sensitive to the word queen!
So, now, when he heard Quel's special envoy again, what did this Haduran say about Queen, Garithers's eyelids kept leaping! Look, this is the Queen of Fire and the Elf Queen, and maybe, plus the upcoming Princess Lordaeron, that Carlia, maybe she would be a Queen of Lordaeron? When did it suddenly start to become so strong in this area in the north of Lordaeron?
And, most importantly, if Garithers remembers correctly, Quel'thalas should not have any female royal princess or other important members qualified to inherit the throne? The only one with this status is only one Prince Kel'thas. Now, the long ears of their high elves are going to make the queen ascend the throne. What is the situation?
Therefore, in confusion, Garithers quickly stepped forward and couldn't wait to snatch the so-called book of nationality from the adjutant. After confirming that the fire paint and seal on it had not been passive, he directly broke the paint with his hands, pulled open the book of nationality, which was not very long, and began to browse it quickly with ten lines at a glance.
"The Ranger Lord of the High Elves, Lord Hadurun? Ambassador Mingyi! If I remember correctly, your prince of the High Elves should be Kelthass? Sun Chaser, right?"
Garithers soon finished reading this invitation letter written in common language. It was already written very clearly, not only the name of the new queen, but also the other party's specific date and arrangement of the ascension.
"Since your King Anastalian died bravely in order to resist the natural disaster of the undead, why, now it is Sylvanas? Ms. Windrunner? Where do you want to send Prince Kelthas? I am very puzzled about this! I hope you can get a reasonable explanation from you, otherwise I will order you to wish you! Because, our Kingdom of Lordaeron will never establish any diplomatic relations with a group of conspiring to usurpers!"
After saying that, Grand Marshal Garythers handed the letter of the country to Vadmal, who was very curious. The person beside him was actually the nominal lord of the territory of Tyr's Hand. However, after he, the Grand Marshal of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, came here, he, Garythers, began to be in charge of military and foreign affairs. After all, his position was much higher than that of a local lord on a border.
Now, he said that he was surprised and angry when he saw this so-called invitation!
Logically speaking, even if the new king of the High Elves of Quelthalas ascends the throne, it will be the descendant of their Sun-Survivor Court! Now, what's wrong with this Sylvanas? Isn't she a Ranger General? What about that Prince Kelthalas? No matter what, it's not this Wind Walker's turn to ascend the throne, right?
If it is proven later that these high elves really usurped the throne, then Garithers will never accompany these elves to waste time here! He will definitely directly order to expel these so-called "diplomatic ambassadors"!
Although, Garithers is usually arrogant, paranoid, and even a little stubborn, he also has his own ambitions and wants to become a great hero in the alliance after successfully expelling the undead and reviving Lordaeron, it is not impossible to become a new king of the Lordaeron Kingdom at that time!
However, Garithers would never be a despicable usurper, nor would he deal with a group of despicable usurpers! This not only involves his basic principles of dealing with people, but also concerns his honor as an old knight in the Kingdom of Lordaeron!
“…”
Hearing the words of this human marshal, Hadurun Mingyi and the four rangers behind him couldn't help but feel a little amused and surprised. They were a little confused. Are these humans' information channels so closed? After so long what happened in Dalaran, they still don't know about it?
However, after thinking about it carefully, Hadurun suddenly realized it.
After all, the two sides are too far away from Dalaran in the Hillsbrad hills and the Eastern Plagueland of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. If the message is transmitted by land, it will probably take more than ten or twenty days to rush!
What's more, the current Kingdom of Lordaeron must have almost fallen. From Dalaran to the Hand of Tyr, you still need to pass through the raging areas and occupied areas where countless undead natural disasters are flooded. Whether it is the Tirisfalin land or Andorhar, the main traffic route, there are all the hardest hit areas where undead natural disasters are ravaged. Therefore, it is almost impossible to transmit intelligence from the ground!
It is even more difficult to send magic messages. With Dalaran's heavy losses, there is probably no mage who can think of sending information to Marshal Lordaeron far away in Tyr's hand? Do they know that Garythers has something to say about at Tyr's hand!
At that time, the reason why the high elves were able to get the news was because the survivor of the Ming high elves ranger tried his best to beg the same surviving Dalaran mage he met to barely pass the news back to Quelthalas as soon as possible. Thinking of this, if Hadurun didn't say it, these humans would probably have to wait for a long time before they could receive the news of Dalaran's destruction?
"I'm afraid you misunderstood. Dear Grand Marshal, our high elves are not usurpers, and no elves have ever thought of becoming usurpers. All of this is because we have received the most accurate news..."
Hadurun was sad for a while, and he needed a little time to relieve his sadness. Now he had to mention this incident again.
"Our Kingdom of Quelthalas, the great Prince of Kelthas, has been honorably killed in the Battle of Dalaran... Of course, it also includes most of the mages of Dalaran, as well as your human great mage, Lord Anthony Das..."
"It was at that time, on the day when the terrifying demon came, Dalaran fell! It was the terrifying demon who moved his hand. According to reliable information, the great demon easily destroyed the entire Dalaran. After the death army of the undead natural disaster rushed in, the last one who survived luck would probably not be left..."
Since these humans do not know this news, Hadurun would not mind telling them in advance now that they thought that Her Majesty Queen Sylvanas was a usurper, which would be very unfavorable to the subsequent diplomatic and alliance matters, which was not what he was willing to see.
Moreover, Hadurun didn't want the human world to have controversy over the ascension of Queen Sylvanas. After all, this matter is the result of the desire of all the high elves, and he cannot tolerate these humans to defile the reputation of Her Majesty the Queen!
"What! There is such a thing?!"
After hearing this, Garithers suddenly stood up from the main position. No wonder, no wonder for so many days, since he learned that Arthas led the undead army to attack Dalaran, he has not received any news about the Battle of Dalaran!
Even if he had ordered the mages in the army to send a magical messenger to Dalaran for inquiries, it would be like a stone sinking into the sea and could not get any response from the other party. He had always been confused about this matter and had a very bad premonition! Now, after hearing the news from the high elf messenger, everything before finally made sense...
So, Dalaran, the capital of human magic, fell again? And, this time, he lost so badly? Is that big demon the terrifying aura that he and Dassauhan could feel when they were in the Fire Canyon that day? Garithers still remembered what the fear demon king said at that time? It seemed that the big demon was called...Acmond? At the same time, there was...The Burning Legion?
If this is true, then the changes in the High Elves Kingdom and their Queen Rausch are about to ascend the throne will become reasonable.
This is a very important news. He Garithers decided to end the meeting with these high elves envoys as soon as possible and send people to notify the senior officials and military officers to have a meeting! They must formulate relevant defense plans for this matter. Who knows whether the coming demons and undead natural disasters will suddenly attack here?
"Okay, I'll take back my inappropriate remarks just now! Perhaps our message has been delayed a little, so, our Kingdom of Lordaeron will keep an eye on the ascension of the new queen of your Kingdom of Quel'thalas. At that time, we should also send some envoys to watch the ceremony on a griffin!"
Since he inherited the throne with a legitimate and reasonable manner, Garithers was too lazy to point fingers anymore. After all, it was the affairs of other people's high elves and had nothing to do with their Lordaeron's humans.
"So, Your Excellency Ambassador Hadurun, what is the second thing that comes to you high elves?"
Garithers had already seen another parchment on the other party's hand. I think it should be the second thing the other party was preparing to negotiate? After receiving the news from Dalaran, he was already a little impatient and did not intend to waste his precious time here again!
"This second letter of state is about the new queen of our High Elf Kingdom of Quel'thalas, His Majesty Sylvanas, who intends to re-conclude a friendly alliance with mankind, establish an offensive and defensive alliance, and jointly deal with the natural disasters of the undead and the threat of the upcoming demon army! This is the letter of intent for alliance written by Her Majesty the Queen, please check it out!"
Hadurun didn't know that the real names of the coming demons were actually the Burning Legion. Now, their high elves usually directly call each other as the demon legion.
“Um…”
After Garithers took the parchment, frowned and opened it and read it quickly, he was about to say something to express his opinion, but he was struggling for a while, but finally he had to sigh.
"Sorry, Ambassador Hadurun, I cannot agree with the establishment of an offensive and defensive alliance between the two sides!"
Shaking his head, Garithers took the roll of parchment and tapped on the palm of his hand. After thinking for a while, he finally shook his head and refused the other party's request, but he didn't say anything to death.
According to his own thoughts, in fact, he did not want to form offensive and defensive alliances with these repeated high elves. After all, their King Anastalian was the first to leave the alliance at that time, and the impact was very bad at that time. In addition, he himself also had a lot of opinions about the elves. If he could make the decision, he would probably refuse directly, right?
"Why is this? Although it is a bit offensive, I really can't figure it out, respecting the Grand Marshal. The alliance between the two sides is a mutually beneficial thing. Under the powerful threat of the undead natural disasters and demons, neither of you humans or our high elves can match it alone! The alliance between the two sides is a matter of benefit and harm. Why do you refuse like this?"
Seeing things moving in the worst direction, Hadurun no longer cared about etiquette, and took two steps forward and began to speak loudly, with a hint of questioning tone in his words.
"Hmph! That's because it's not up to me to decide whether to form an alliance with your High Elf Kingdom now! Princess Caria of our Lordaeron Kingdom will come to Tyre within a few days. Perhaps, you can stay here for a few days. At that time, you can personally submit this proposal of alliance with our Lordaeron's future queen?"
Because he was very dissatisfied with the other party's tone, and he, Garythers, had no good feelings for the elves, so he threw the personal written document about the alliance, back to Hadurun's arms, snorted coldly, turned around and left!
“…”
After watching the other party leave silently, Hadurun's face was a little bad. This human marshal was too arrogant, and he seemed to have some stubborn prejudice against the elves, and he seemed to dislike them, such high elves. Fortunately, the other party did not seem to say too much. There seemed to be room for maneuver in the matter of alliance. Moreover, there is actually a surviving royal princess in their Kingdom of Lordaeron?
"Mr. Ambassador Hadurun, the Grand Marshal may not be in a good mood today, so he may be a little offensive. I hope you don't mind too much! By the way, let me introduce it, I am Wademar, the current lord here at the Hand of Tyr."
"Anyway, the princess of our Kingdom of Lordaeron has not arrived yet, and it is estimated that it will take several days to arrive here. I just looked at it. You must be very tired from coming here from Quel'thalas, right? It's still late now, so I'll arrange a stay for you first and let you rest and adjust for a few days?"
Seeing the Grand Marshal leaving, as the real master of Tyr's Hand, Lord Wademar had to come forward with a haha ​​to try to ease the atmosphere.
Wademar is more optimistic about the matter of forming another alliance with the high elves. After all, both sides now have common enemies and have to face common threats. I think there should be no big ups and downs. It is nothing more than waiting for His Royal Highness to arrive, and then exchange documents of intentions with each other, and then find time to sign a formal covenant.
"Then, I have to trouble the Lord for the time being."
Hadurun nodded and agreed to the other party's arrangement. At present, the alliance is the top priority for the new Kingdom of Quel'thalas. He would never leave here so easily without getting the other party's exact reply.
...
At the same time, on the Kalimdo continent on the other side of the Endless Sea, Thrall, the new leader of the Orc Tribe and the orcs he led, have not been doing very well recently.
The orcs were not warmly welcomed by the indigenous peoples here, but were plagued many times. When they began to deforest and prepare to build houses and fortresses here, and planned to settle in this new world for a long time, they began to be violently attacked by some indigenous people in the forest and the strange purple-skinned elves. For a moment, the losses were very heavy!
Especially under the four-legged forest demigod, under the leadership of the other party, those strange elves not only severely damaged the orc troops many times, but even the most brave and warlike Grom Hellscream and the War Song clan he led were defeated by the demigod, and even lost several times!
Then, the orcs were surprised to find that their attack could not harm the powerful Deep Woods Demigod. Whether it was a knife, axe, or a bow, arrow, spear, it could not cause any effective damage to the other party. After verifying and sacrificing countless brave warriors many times, people finally discovered that their new tribe could no longer see any hope. The enemy was beyond their expectations and seemed to be destined to be defeated...
Because of this, Grom Hellscream has been very depressed recently. Their battle with the night elves in the forest has not only been smooth, but has suffered a lot of losses recently. Moreover, Grom has to admit that his proud fierce attack really does not cause any harm to the four-legged forest demigod!
No matter how his tomahawk blood roar cuts on the opponent's body, no matter what part he cuts, he cannot hurt the opponent at all... On the contrary, there are several times, he was almost seriously injured by the opponent's counterattack. Now, coupled with the curse of the remaining demon blood in his body torture him all the time, so depression and depression seem to have become his only choice for Grom at the moment. He no longer knows how to maintain the war, which is really meaningless! He really doesn't know how to defeat an enemy who is not only powerful but also invulnerable...
"Grom! There's great news! I think you'll be willing to listen!"
A strong warrior from the War Song clan, carrying an axe with a door panel, walked to the depressed Hellscream squatting on the ground.
He had just patrolled the forest and discovered a mysterious troll witch doctor. The other party actually told him that it had a way to make the orcs defeat the enemies in the forest and the powerful demigod! Before the other party left, it also showed him the specific location of the solution!
As a warrior, although he was also confused, how could he encounter such a good thing when he left the door? However, as the orc tribe is currently retreating, it seems that they have no better way, so he is going to tell their clan leaders this new news. Perhaps, they can go to the place instructed by the troll witch doctor to take a look?
Anyway, things won't get worse. What if the other party said it is true? Moreover, the trolls have always had a mortal grudge against the elves! They knew about this when they were in the Eastern Continent. Thinking about it this way, perhaps, this matter is very likely to be true?
"Good news? What else can be better news now..."
Grom raised his eyes, muttered dissatisfiedly, then picked up the wooden bowl next to the campfire, raised his head slightly, and drank the mixed soup in the bowl in one sip.
Chapter completed!