New Order of Azeroth

"Priest Liadrin, do you think we can learn human methods and train our own paladins?" Lor'themar asked directly.

"I can only say that it is possible."

The one-eyed elf said noncommittally: "Okay, you've worked hard, please go down and rest first."

After the two advisors read the letter, he asked: "The paladin from Lordaeron came over before the Forsaken messenger left. You two have already read the letter. Please tell me what you think."

Archmage Romans was the first to speak: "Have we not been bullied by the Alliance enough times? Are we going to do it again? What is the Alliance? The Alliance is the alliance of humans! The human king is the master of the alliance, and the other races, dwarves, gnomes, Including us blood elves, we are just vassals. Have we ever gained respect in the Alliance? No! Quel'Thalas should not suffer such humiliation! And it is humiliation again and again!"

Lor'themar's close friend, current Ranger General Halduron Brightwing, also had a similar tone: "The Horde will respect the freedom of all parties, not only will it not interfere in our internal affairs, but it will also provide various assistance, Sylvanas He also made a promise for the warchief. We blood elves can participate in various political decisions of the tribe. What can we gain by joining the alliance? I heard that the night elves are also in the alliance now. How should we deal with the relationship with the night elves? How to explain to the tribe?"

On the one hand, there is the tribe with loose conditions and great sincerity, and on the other hand, there is the alliance, which has been betrayed many times and has no favorable conditions. It seems that which side to choose is very obvious, but Lor'themar Theron is still very hesitant.

Joining the tribe seems to be very suitable at the moment, and it is also in line with the current situation of the blood elves, but as the regent, he cannot only consider the present, but also the future.

"Do you think Sylvanas..." He felt a little strange when he mentioned this name.

"Who will win the battle between Sylvanas and humans? The current situation of the blood elves is too bad. Whether we support the Alliance or the Horde, we cannot send troops to participate in their battle. It is best to stand on the side of the winner in advance."

His single eye looked towards the two, hoping to hear their suggestions.

"I think Sylvanas will win." Duhalen Brightwing did not believe that a group of defeated human remnants could defeat the former ranger general of Quel'Thalas.

Archmage Rommath had a different view this time: "We know very little information from the human side. We don't even know who the new regent of Lordaeron is."

Lor'themar pointed to the letter in the Archmage's hand: "Looking at the words and sentence patterns, it should be a woman, or a human woman who is proficient in druidry and understands the night elf culture. Humph, even humans are now There are druids!..."

The values ​​​​that have been formed over time have made the entire Quel'Thalas very hostile to the druids, and this hostility is almost engraved in the blood.

But the three of them had to admit that this understanding was at least better than the previous human general who treated them like trash and spies.

Identity is a very weird thing. Although Vanessa identifies with the night elves, the proud blood elves still think that she is better than the arrogant and stupid Grand Marshal Garithos.

Archmage Rommath saw that he was wavering and had to remind him: "Lor'themar, before making any decision, please put the will of Prince Kael'thas as your first priority."

As an advisor to Prince Kael'thas, he followed the prince through the Black Temple and the expedition to Northrend. Rommath had always asked Silvermoon City to keep pace with Prince Kael'thas in Outland.

The city of Lor'themar is quite deep. He nodded: "I have always kept this in mind and have never forgotten it."

He looked outside the door and saw an elf mage in blood-red robes slowly walking towards him.

His tone was slightly higher: "The respected magister Astalo Bloodsworn is here to find you. How long will it take to research that holy light creature?"

Archmage Romans calculated secretly: "About three months to half a year, that creature is still resisting us."

"Then please do it as soon as possible." Lor'themar sent away the archmage who was the prince's spy, and looked at his best friend Halduron Brightwing.

"You don't still want to join the alliance, do you? We must obey the prince's orders." His best friend reminded him in a low voice.

"I understand." Lor'themar nodded lightly. He only felt that he was under great pressure.

He didn't want to betray the prince, but some blood elves who returned from the outside world secretly reported to him that Prince Kael'thas' behavior was becoming more and more abnormal. Not to mention colluding with the night elf traitor Illidan, he was still among the tribe. The introduction of demonic power made him very uneasy.

The problems of the alliance, the problems of the tribe, the problems of the undead in the country, and the problems within his own tribe are all gathered together. He really wants to lead his tribe away from these right and wrongs, but there is a haze in front of him, and he does not know where the way out is. .

Lor'themar walked to the office, and in front of the door he said to his best friend: "Arrange for me to meet with the envoys from both sides. I want to have a good talk with them."

His plan was very good, but the facts gave him another slap in the face. He could no longer see the messenger sent by the Forgotten!

Old Fording didn't stay at the arranged residence at all. Following the induction of the Holy Light, he found the messenger of the Forsaken. Without even looking at it, he picked up a sledgehammer and smashed it down.

This old gentleman is the strongest paladin in Azeroth now, and the messenger sent by the Forsaken is just an ordinary messenger. The gap in combat power between the two sides is so huge that it is completely incalculable.

Coupled with Old Fording's unexpected "bang" hammer blow, the messenger of the Forsaken had no time to react at all, and was completely purified by the Holy Light, with no residue left.

"High Lord, don't you think it's very rude for you to do this in Silvermoon City?" Lor'themar had to see him no matter how unwilling he was. The blood elf regent was very unhappy. UU Reading www. uukanshu.net

Old Fording seemed to be fine: "I saw this undead wandering around Silvermoon City, and I thought he had some conspiracy, so I took action. Is that undead a friend of Silvermoon City?"

he asked rhetorically.

Lor'themar was in trouble and couldn't tell. He couldn't say that he had colluded with the undead on this occasion, and it was pointless to explain the difference between the Forsaken and the undead.

He secretly marveled at the old knight's decisiveness. If the roles were reversed, he would not dare to kill him like this.

"The reputation of the High Lord has spread even in Quel'Thalas. I admire your courage." He said meaningfully.

Old Fording's answer was also watertight. I don't know, I didn't see it, and I didn't have any premeditation in advance! Not at all! I just took the hammer out for a walk.

If you don't admit it, don't admit it. Lor'themar can only focus on the present.

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