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In this summit meeting of unprecedented scale, only members of the Sun King and the Silvermoon Council are eligible to enter the main venue in Quel'Thalas.

Sharlayan and Valeera were specially invited to attend the meeting as representatives for ushering the Draenei into Azeroth.

At the conference, the leaders of various countries will seek their opinions, and through the explanations of "our own people", they will have a deeper understanding of the draenei, a strange race from outside the region.

After being directly teleported to the interior of the Sunstrider Royal Court, Sharlayan and Valeera came to the main venue first.

As the host, the Sun King and members of the Silver Moon Council have arrived, and they are discussing something in a low voice right now.

A large number of court attendants nervously conducted a final inspection of the venue to ensure that there would be nothing that might cause criticism.

Velen, the key figure discussed at the meeting, had also come to the scene on behalf of the Draenei, and he was sitting at the long table behind closed doors to meditate.

After simply nodding to the few people who arrived first, Sarlayan and Valeera consciously came to their seats and sat down, silently waiting for the leaders and representatives of various countries to enter the venue.

At around 9:30 in the morning, with the final arrival of the great magister Elisande taking his seat, the first Azeroth conference officially kicked off.

At the beginning, Falstad Wildhammer, the short-tempered Wildhammer dwarf representative, raised his hand first to ask questions.

"Sun King, is this honored guest with... the beard... the focus of this meeting?"

The dwarves valued their beards very much. Falstad actually didn't want to admit that the pile of fleshy tentacles on Velen's chin was a beard, but he couldn't find a suitable adjective for a while.

[Be confident, that's not called beard, it's called Jiebao. 】

[Grass, do you dare not use the homonym? 】

[Laughing, of course I... dare not. 】

As the host of the meeting, Anasteria was obliged to answer the reasonable questions of the participants. He stood up with a scepter inlaid with a huge ruby ​​on the top.

"Lord Wildhammer, this gentleman is the spiritual leader of the draenei, Prophet Velen."

The Sun King blinked mischievously, and added in a wicked way: "Let me just remind you, Your Excellency Velen is close to 30,000 years old, and has a lot of life experience."

"Please sort out your wording before raising your hands to ask questions. Don't let the distinguished guests think that we Azerothians don't understand etiquette."

"30,000 years?!"

This astonishing number aroused the exclamation of everyone present, and the human leaders of several ephemeral species looked at the gentle and elegant Velen in disbelief.

After Anasteria's introduction, Velen stood up from his seat and saluted the leaders present in a gentle manner.

"Leaders of all races in Azeroth, it is an honor to meet you all. I am Draenei representing Velen."

The next period of time was Velen's self-introduction session. He briefly described the history and current situation of Draenei to the leaders present.

Velen can be regarded as the living fossil of the Draenei civilization. Since the Eredar period, he has been one of the three highest consuls of the Argus civilization.

To be officially recognized by the races of Azeroth, Velen must demonstrate the value of the draenei here.

The Burning Legion is a powerful enemy that all races of Azeroth need to face together. Except for Prince Arthas, who is still young and lacks knowledge reserves, the representatives of various countries participating in the meeting have more or less learned about the Burning Legion from history books.

Taking the understanding of the Burning Legion as the standard, the more you know about the race of the War of the Ancients, the more you value the information provided by the Draenei.

The attitudes of the two races of tauren, night elves, and nightborn were very serious. When they learned that the draenei had fled for 25,000 years under the pursuit of the Burning Legion, they immediately stood in awe.

In contrast, except for Dalaran, which has been in contact with demons all year round, many emerging countries in the Eastern Kingdom only know about the Burning Legion at the level of legend.

The isolationist King Genn Greymane asked his own question skeptically.

"I have a question, is the Burning Legion really as terrifying as the legends describe?"

"have."

Velen said seriously without hesitation: "The Burning Legion was founded by the fallen Titan Sargeras. He recruited many demon races in the Twisting Nether, and relied on his own powerful strength to fight north and south in the universe and conquer countless planets. .”

"Um……"

Thoras Trollbane rested his chin on his hand and pondered for a while: "Your Excellency the Prophet, it's not that I don't believe your words, but... just such an abstract verbal description, it's hard for us to have an intuitive impression of the Burning Legion."

Anasteria interrupted suddenly: "On this point, Lord Sharlayan Deep Shadow, who accompanied the expeditionary force to Draenor, has the most say."

"He has only recently fought head-on with the demons of the Burning Legion. You may wish to listen to his opinion first."

The old Fox Sun King is very cunning, he deliberately omitted the title of "Alliance" in front of the expeditionary force, downplaying the influence of the alliance in this conference.

Daelin, Solas and Gene, as well as Magni and Antonidas and other current members of the franchise countries all heard the meaning behind the Sun King's words, but they didn't say much, just laughed it off.

The inexperienced Prince Arthas failed to notice the deep meaning in Anasteria's words, and sat upright, turning his expectant eyes to Salayan and Valeera who were sitting by the side of the venue.

Uther smiled wryly, but he couldn't say much right now.

Receiving the signal from the Sun King's eyes, Sharlayan stood up from his seat and saluted the leaders present.

"Distinguished representatives, I am Sharlayan Deepshadow, Viscount of Quel'Thalas."

"Not long ago, I was fortunate enough to go to Draenor with the expeditionary force. When I successfully defeated the remnants of the Horde and everything was settled, I suddenly encountered an airborne attack from the Burning Legion."

Daelin interrupted Sharlayan seemingly unceremoniously: "Lord Deep Shadow, I will skip the preface, let's get straight to the point."

Sharlayan didn't care about Daelin's intervention, and obediently omitted the cause and effect.

"The demons we encountered were only advance troops, and we failed to meet the real elite of the Burning Legion, but their way of projecting troops is worthy of vigilance."

Dai Lin said like a joke: "Oh? Tell me in detail."

The night elves and nightborn who had dealt directly with the Burning Legion already knew what Sharlayan was going to say, and the tauren also learned the relevant knowledge from the totem poles of records passed down from ancient times.

The emerging races of humans, dwarves, and gnomes valued the information provided by Sharlayan very much, and all of them stared at him intently.

Knowing that the Burning Legion can project a space capsule from space orbit, and can quickly build a fel energy portal to call for reinforcements, the faces of the leaders of the Eastern Kingdoms all changed color.

King Jean Greymane rubbed his brows with a headache: "That is to say, if they can't knock down the stronghold of the Burning Legion in the first place, they will continue to send in reinforcements from all over the universe?"

Sharlayan nodded: "In theory, it is. Fortunately, due to the family members of the Pantheon, Azeroth has a planetary protective barrier on the outer layer."

"Demons whose strength exceeds a certain level cannot be directly transferred to Azeroth through conventional methods."

"That is to say... among the demons that can enter Azeroth with their own bodies, there will be no powerful enemies of the level of the Deceiver and the Polluter, let alone the Fallen Titan Sargeras."

Thoras Trollbane raised his hand and asked, "How powerful are the fraudsters and polluters you speak of?"

"Well... let's put it this way."

Sharlayan pondered for a while and asked back: "Your Majesty Solas, have you heard of the demigod of the wilderness?"

Solas nodded: "I have heard that they are powerful creatures silently guarding Azeroth in the dark of the world, and have little contact with mortals."

Sharlayan gestured to Shandris Feathermoon with her hand, turning the conversation over to the night elves.

"For the information about the demigods of the wilderness, let the night elves explain in detail. They fought side by side with the demigods of the wilderness as early as ten thousand years ago in the battle of the ancients."

Shandris didn't expect Sharlayan to throw the topic to herself, and exchanged glances with the Deer Helmet and Shadowsong siblings before getting up from her seat.

"The demigods of the wilderness are immortal existences. They have the strength beyond the legendary heroes and live in symbiosis with the planet. Even if they die in battle unfortunately, as long as their souls are immortal, the demigods of the wilderness will be resurrected sooner or later."

"I haven't seen Kil'jaeden the Deceiver, but Archimonde the Defiler..."

Shandris turned her gaze to Jarod, who was standing aside.

Garrod was stunned for a moment, then stood up with a wry smile under the attention of everyone: "The most recognized demigod——Malorne the White Hart once fought Archimonde."

"Malorne and Archimonde are very similar in real strength. If they fight fairly, it will be difficult to tell the winner in a short time."

"But in the War of the Ancients, when Malorne was distracted to cover the retreat of his son Cenarius and unfortunately lost, the Defiled seized the opportunity to twist his neck."

The learned Antonidas had heard this legend, and it was rare that the person involved was present, so he inquired about the relevant details in detail.

"How does the strength of other demigods compare with Malorne?"

Garald shook his head: "The gap is quite large. The title of the strongest demigod was not claimed by himself, but by Malorne's strength."

"During the battle of the ancients, the demigods of the wilderness fell in large numbers in the bloody battle with the demons."

"There are only three demigods that are still alive today. Among them, the son of Malorne, the forest demigod Cenarius, is the one who is in the best condition. He is also the patron saint of the night elves."

"Hiss~"

There was a gasp in the venue, and Sharlayan looked at the seemingly loyal Garrod with deep eyes.

'It's big, the pattern is big, I give you full marks for your invisible outfit. '