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Allen had no doubts about the identity of the female elf who claimed to be the messenger from Quel'Thalas.

Because this magical equipment and the exquisite carvings and embroidery on it are like works of art, it is enough to prove that she is a 100% high elf, and no one can fake it.

After all, the appearance can be changed through magic, but habits and art appreciation abilities cannot be cultivated casually.

And even in the wild, this female elf, who was hundreds or thousands of years old, still did not forget to put makeup on her face...

Yes!

make up!

Women's pursuit of beauty is indeed not something that men can understand.

Allen simply couldn't imagine how a person who walked through the dense forest all day long could keep his body smell-free and at the same time keep his face and neck clean enough to apply makeup and powder on them.

Maybe this is also an application of magic in daily life?

You must know that the research of high elves in the field of magic is not limited to all kinds of amazingly powerful fire, ice, arcane energy shocks, but also all kinds of strange constructs.

They use magic just like electricity and energy in modern society, and they also use magic in buildings and daily necessities.

If there are races in the entire world of Azeroth whose technological level has developed to a level close to that of modern humans, it must be the high elves.

Further down the row, it is the turn of the dwarfs who are good at mechanics and engineering.

Allen really wanted to see with his own eyes what the real Silver Moon City looked like.

According to the Chronicles of Azeroth, before it was destroyed by the Scourge of the Undead, the capital of the High Elf Kingdom was a hundred times more spectacular than the later Magical Kingdom of Dalaran.

Thinking of this, he immediately nodded and responded: "No problem! I can introduce you to the emperor of the Arathor Empire - His Majesty Thoradin. In fact, if nothing else happens, he should be on his way here now. .”

"What? Your human emperor is coming?" The female elf showed an extremely surprised expression.

"Of course! This is the first real confrontation between humans and the Amani trolls. As the leader of the entire country, he must win an undisputed and brilliant victory to calm people's hearts. Do you think we humans The newly established country can get the same recognition and support from everyone as your High Elf Kingdom? Don’t be kidding! I can guarantee that many of the nobles who have converted from the tribe secretly hope to return to The tribal era of the past. So if you are here to ask for help, I am sorry, but I can only tell you that it is not the time yet."

Allen did not hide anything and bluntly told the actual situation of the Arathor Empire.

According to his memory, in the original history of Azerarath, the Kingdom of High Elves sent a messenger to seek help from humans for the first time, but Thoradin refused without mercy.

It was not until more than ten years later that these arrogant guys lowered their heads and agreed to teach humans magic, and the two sides finally formed an alliance and declared war on the trolls together.

At present, what the Arathor Empire needs most is to end all wars and start to recuperate.

"You mean... the human emperor will not agree to join us in dealing with the Amani trolls?" The female elf's face suddenly became a little ugly.

Because she feels that the enemy of her enemy is her friend.

Since humans have had irreconcilable conflicts with the trolls, it should be natural for them to form an alliance with Silvermoon City.

But who would have thought that he would get a completely different answer from the other party.

"Yes! We need time to recuperate, and we need time to solve the internal problems. After completely annihilating the trolls outside the city, we will build a strong wall in the west and north to resist the attacks that the trolls may launch. A large-scale invasion. Human beings will not initiate a war until they are ready." Allen gave a straightforward answer.

He understood that the high elves urgently needed an external force to divert the attention of the Amani trolls, so he turned to humans.

As long as Emperor Thoradin agrees to form an alliance, the trolls will have to mobilize some of their troops to go south to deal with the newly rising human race.

In this way, Quel'Thalas, which was besieged by the trolls, could get a breather.

To put it simply, humans are allowed to act as cannon fodder that consumes the trolls' strength.

Regardless of the history of World of Warcraft, the covenant between humans and elves is described as so sacred and intimate.

But in fact, Silvermoon City sent envoys twice, which was a confrontation between Emperor Thoradin and the Sun King - Anastarian.

In the end, the former won, laying the foundation for mankind to become the undisputed overlord of the eastern continent.

"I don't believe it! I want to see your emperor!" The female elf showed her stubborn side.

Allen shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "It's up to you. If you want to see His Majesty Thoradin, then stay here for a few days. During this period, it's best not to move around at will, let alone use the magic equipment on your body. Run around, otherwise I can't guarantee your safety. Besides, you shouldn't be alone, right?"

Speaking of this, Allen paused deliberately and turned his attention to the door connecting the study and the corridor above the basement.

The reason why he didn't notice the two intruders just now was mainly because he was focused on the experiment.

Now I felt it a little bit, and I immediately found the male elf ranger squatting at the door.

After all, no matter how high the level of stealth and shadow hiding is, the life energy released unconsciously cannot be concealed.

"Yes, I have a companion."

Seeing her partner exposed, the female elf immediately chose to admit it honestly.

Although she is still a little confused about Allen's strength until now, as an elite member of the Ranger Force, she can detect the invisible and weak energy emanating from the opponent at the previous moment.

What's more, humans are inherently stronger than other races in terms of spirit and perception.

"Very good! I like honest people. If you don't mind, you can stay here first."

After saying this, Allen didn't care whether the other party agreed or not. He released a ball of life energy with his backhand, directly smashing all the flesh, flesh and bones of the troll behind him into dust that could not be seen by the naked eye, and then sounded the call. Servant's bell.

In less than two or three minutes, the territory's steward, Lyle, opened the door and walked in. He bowed respectfully: "Your Majesty, do you have any instructions?"

"Arrange two rooms for the beautiful elf lady behind me and the handsome elf gentleman behind you." Allen went straight to the point without any nonsense.

"Mr. Elf? Behind me?"

Lyle had a question mark on his head and subconsciously turned around to look into the corridor.

He remembered clearly that he didn't meet anyone when he walked in.

In addition, when did that delicate and beautiful female elf enter the fortress?

With strong doubts, Lyle carefully searched the door for a long time, but did not see a second figure besides himself.

Just when he was confused, a dark figure suddenly emerged from the dark corner next to the window.

When the other party took off his hood, a handsome male elf face was immediately revealed.

"ah!"

Lyle was so frightened that he quickly took two steps back and put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Although he himself is not good at martial arts, but is better at management and management, he also learned swordsmanship and fighting for a period of time with other young people in the tribe.

Usually, one or two trolls are really no match for him.

However, the male elf ranger did not show any hostility. He immediately stretched out his empty hands from his cloak to indicate that he had no weapons. Then he put one hand on his chest and bowed gracefully: "I'm very sorry, we went without saying hello. Intruding on your territory."

"It doesn't matter. I have just talked with your companions and know the mission you are shouldering. Stay here for now. His Majesty Thoradin should arrive in a few days."

After saying that, Allen made a gesture of invitation.

Soon, under the leadership of Lyle, these two elves who came all the way from Silvermoon City in the north to Arathi Highlands settled in two guest rooms on the third floor of the castle.

After settling these two foreign nobles, Lyle immediately returned to the study and asked cautiously: "Your Excellency, what is going on with these two elves?"

"They are envoys representing the High Elf Kingdom. They want to form an alliance with us humans to deal with the Amani Trolls together." Allen answered without raising his head while sorting out the experimental data.

"Is the situation in Silvermoon City very bad? I heard that the high elves are very good at magic. Their mage group can summon powerful fireballs and blizzards with just a raise of their hands, killing hundreds or thousands of enemies in an instant. .”

It is not difficult to tell from Lyle's tone and eyes that Quel'Sarah is a properly advanced civilization in the eyes of humans in this era.

Because of the Sunwell, the high elves transformed the place where they lived to make it feel like spring all year round, and the food was so abundant that it was impossible to finish it.

There is no cold or hunger. You can enjoy a variety of benefits from birth. When you grow up, you can choose what you want to do based on your interests and hobbies.

In the eyes of human beings struggling for survival, this is tantamount to heaven on earth.

If you add in a long lifespan, innate powerful magical talent, handsome or beautiful appearance...

If someone said that one could be reincarnated as an elf after committing suicide, then more than 90% of humans would choose to commit suicide without hesitation.

Seeing the yearning revealed in Lyle's eyes, Allen couldn't help but smile and explain: "The High Elf Kingdom is indeed very powerful in magic, but they are not invincible. The Amani Trolls worship many of their own gods. At the same time, they also control the power of witchcraft and elements. Coupled with the terrifying number, it is estimated that Silvermoon City is almost unable to withstand it. Otherwise, why do you think these proud pointed ears take such a huge risk to come south to follow Human alliance?"

"What? Is the High Elf Kingdom unable to withstand it?" Lyle opened his mouth wide in surprise, unable to believe what his ears were hearing.

"Yes. In ten or twenty years at most, they will be beaten to the brink of destruction by the crazy trolls. At that time, it will be the best time for us to join the war. Remember, we are human beings and we only serve the interests of mankind. Fight. As for how much land and troops the elves will lose because of this, it has nothing to do with us." Allen reminded meaningfully.

When Lyle heard this, he immediately shuddered and broke away from the beautiful fantasy of the High Elf Kingdom. He nodded vigorously: "Understood! Please don't worry, I will always be on your side. In addition, Al ·Barov and a group of nobles will set off at midnight today, do you think we should make any arrangements?"

"Haha, how can we not arrange some activities at such an important moment? Inform Ignaius that tonight we will give the trolls outside the city a little color. The most important thing is that I want the trolls to see it with their own eyes. This army goes north.”

When he said these words, a trace of naked and undisguised cruelty flashed in Allen's eyes.

He wanted to see how tenacious the Deadwood Troll would be when it realized that its rear was being threatened, and whether it would instantly collapse and pursue it like crazy.

…

At the same time, in the troll camp outside the fortress, the warlord who had been unable to conquer for a long time was also brewing a conspiracy.

I saw him summoning all the witch doctors, mystics, and priests, and asked in a serious tone: "Everyone, I have a way to break through the fortress in front of me, and I need your strong assistance."

"Please tell me! As long as we can do it, we will definitely do it." A priest with a pile of fiery red feathers on his chest immediately patted his chest and promised.

It is easy to tell from his attire and equipment that he is a high-ranking priest of the Dragon and Eagle God.

As a link between gods and believers, he can even transform into a huge dragon eagle when necessary, directly summoning rain of fire to strike targets below indiscriminately. He is the one with the highest status and the most authority in this operation. One of several people.

If the Overseer represents secular power, then the high priest represents divine power.

Seeing that the highest-ranking priest stood up to support him, the warlord immediately cast a grateful look. He calmly spread out the floor plan of the fortress drawn by his own hands and began to tell these noble spellcasters about his plan.

The trolls present all had their eyes shining, as if they saw the hope of victory.

Although this plan requires the lives of many compatriots, it is still better than defeat or annihilation.

Moreover, within troll society, the gap between the top and the bottom is even more outrageous than that between slaves and slave owners.

Especially those sacrifices, who would kill dozens or even hundreds of living people every now and then and offer them to the gods.

If you happen to have enough captives on hand, that's fine. If not, then draw lots to select the "lucky ones" from your own tribe.

Therefore, in the eyes of the top trolls, the civilians and soldiers at the bottom are just consumables and cannon fodder, and it doesn't matter how many they die.

Anyway, with the troll's fertility rate, it won't take a few years to replenish it.