In the first year of the Dark Gate, fast travel through the portal is still very incredible in most people's concepts. With the development of magic technology, directional portal technology has been maximized in the past twenty years.

I still remember that during the first alliance meeting, the kings of various countries took boats and cars, rushing to the meeting to the death.

Now the portal is in place in one step. Who can be the lord of a country is not a daily life. As long as it is safe, no one will have the time to make trouble on the road.

At Teda Hill, Teland's confidant Meland was still nervous: "I wonder if we will be treated coldly by the kings of various countries when we join the league?"

In fact, the Naturalist also has such concerns. Vandal* Deer Helmet even publicly stated that Tyrande's approach is to put on a cold butt with a hot face.

However, among the night elves, they tend to be more alliances. After all, on one side are people who look like humans, and on the other side, they either have bones or green-skinned orcs who have killed their demigod Senarius...

However, no matter how you think about it, it is better to actually visit once.

"No." Tyrande smiled gently.

"Yes, Lord High Priest, have you given birth to something recently? I always feel like you are in a very good mood and have a radiant look."

"Is it? It's probably your illusion." Tyrande secretly turned his head and blushed: "Time is here!"

After crossing the portal opened by the pre-sented Mage Dalaran, the night elves felt a trance, the feeling of space deviation, which had not been experienced since their compatriots exiled thousands of years ago and now called themselves Xindolei's blood elves.

This feels very short, only a few seconds.

When they came to their senses, they were already in a wide and not quite tall passage, and the portal was less than ten meters away.

"Sentinel! Stand up your chest!" Melander's idea was to show the power of the Night Elf clan of course.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he left the house, a female figure wearing a blue and white mage robe came up quickly.

"Sister Tyrande! Meet again!" His tone was plain and his movements were enthusiastic. Under the gaze of Meland and the sentries, the Queen of Kurtilas, Gianna, with the crown, rushed up and hugged Tyrande.

The movements are extremely intimate, just like sisters who have been separated for many years.

"You are the queen! Pay attention to your image!" said it was a reminder, but Tyrande's tone was like spoiling his own girl, and he was also completely indifferent.

Melander was extremely surprised. The last time they joined forces to kill Archmond on Mount Hygar, they never saw them so close!

What exactly did you give birth to?

"Sister, take my carriage!" Jaina pointed to her royal carriage.

"Then I'll bother my sister." Tyrande smiled gently and waved to Meland, signaling them to follow, and got on the carriage without hesitation.

After all, the magic consumption of the portal is determined by the volume and weight of the teleportation object. Tyrande did not bring her extremely famous white tiger, and the means of transportation could only be provided by the Alliance.

With the Queen of the earliest member of the alliance, Kurtiras, leading the way, this is of course better for the Night Elf to integrate into the alliance.

Along the way, Tyrande and Jaina laughed and cheered in the carriage, and the curiosity of Meland and other sentries was almost full.

Forget it all. As soon as I arrived at the newly built Lordaeron Palace, I met Queen Sindore Sylvanas and Queen Altlan Ilushia.

There was no formulaic greeting at all, and Ilushia came up with a warm hug: "Welcome to Lordaeron Grand 6. After the meeting, you can come to my Nanhai City if you have time!"

Sylvanas came up with a hug.

"Sister, we're meeting again!" Sylvanas's tone was a little calmer, but anyone could see her kindness towards Tyrande.

"Um."

The two skin elves, the two leaders hugged each other, have more important historical significance for the night elves that have been closed for thousands of years.

Some older night elves sentinels have sour noses. The two elves have the same roots and origins after all, and it is purely different ideas that lead to the split. Unexpectedly, after the 10,000-year-old ancient battle, the night elves and the blood elves once again.

Compared to the enthusiasm of Jaina and Ilushia, Sylvanas is a little more restrained. She and Tyrande have another common topic of shooting. Tyrande is a priest and shooter, and also has a very powerful archery technique.

The two strongest Sagittarius of this era, walking side by side, communicating.

The two queens in front were even more intimate, with Ilushia and Jaina holding hands, walking like shopping.

Behind them, Melander and the Sentinels were stunned.

As if he had made an appointment, Duke arrived, bringing Fengxingzhe's eldest sister and third sister.

Duke gracefully made an introduction gesture: "Tyrande, welcome to Lordaeron! In fact, you have seen all the three Wind Walkers sisters, but please allow me to formally introduce them, Aurelia and Winressa, who are now the leaders of the newly established organization [Silver Dawn]."

Does it sound fake, doesn't it?

There is no way! This is a formal official occasion.

We had clearly seen each other sincerely and reached a consensus, but we had to introduce each other again on the surface.

Aurelia held Tyrande's hands and said elegantly and generously: "Welcome, Sister Tyrande! [Silver Dawn] is a civil organization that mainly focuses on high elves and aims at fighting the Scourge. But we are directly affiliated with the Alliance Command, so if it involves the task of fighting the Scourge, please be sure to call us sisters."

“We will definitely have a lot of communication opportunities.”

Tyrande looked at Duke, and was about to say something when a rude and majestic voice came: "Duke! Don't mix in the pile of women, come and drink with me. This time, our brothers must drink and lie down and lie down and spoil the good things in your stomach."

The two short winter melons seemed to be rolling over, and they carried the confused Duke and ran away.

Tyrand was stunned: "That's..."

"Iron Fort dwarf King Magni Bronzebeard and his third brother Brian." Aurelia replied.

"Don't worry about those stinky men, we sisters have a party tonight, remember to come..." Wenresa, the most active, came up and whispered in Tyrand's ear.

The exchanges between countries are important, but private relationships are also essential. If you attend the meeting and don’t even have a private exchange, then this visit will undoubtedly be a failure.
Chapter completed!