The situation in the northern frontier is turbulent, and the plant plague of Quel'Thallas has spread throughout the upper echelons of the empire in a short period of time, and the nobles are worried about the crazy plants and the ghosts of the Northlands looming in the background of the High Elves' disaster, while the generals have begun to debate and debate what kind of trouble the loss of Quel'Thallas will cause to the northern frontier.

But the discussion came and went, and the generals found that it seemed... All this seems to have little effect on the Human Empire, on the contrary, with a large number of High Elves entering the territory of the Empire, if they can integrate into the Imperial system, the power of the Human Empire will be further increased in a short period of time.

After all, even when Quel'Thalas was intact, there was an invisible barrier between the High Elves and humans, and although many human caravans entered Quel'Thalas every year, most of the High Elves were not enthusiastic about getting involved in human affairs, and they seemed to prefer to hide in their own acres and thirds of land and live their lives.

And this time the disaster... Although it was a terrible encounter for the High Elves, from a human point of view, in fact, this disaster also forcibly dismantled the cold gap between the two races, and even some commanders who were worried about the trend of the war secretly clapped their hands, and the High Elves migrated to the Stratholme district, which means that they are also integrated into the war, tying themselves to the human empire to death.

At this time, the magical power that the human empire lacks, those powerful but expensive magic scrolls and various materials, will be fully replenished.

Of course, this kind of cold-sounding comment was just a conversation in a small circle, and on the bright side, everyone expressed great sorrow over the disaster of the High Elves.

In the next few days, the first civilians of the High Elves were placed in various settlements in Stratholm District, most of which were towns equipped with research equipment, and many elves were sent directly to Stratholm City, the largest city in Stratholm District.

Obviously, the old king, who was wise enough, hoped that the High Elves would use their work to ease the sorrow in their hearts, and he desperately hoped that the High Elves would join Lordaeron's national system as soon as possible.

And for this kind of placement, the High Elf lords led by the Sun King Kael'thas did not show dissatisfaction, in fact, even if there was dissatisfaction, they would not say it at this time, the elves have been united internally, they are secretly using their own way to find a way out for the people, the current compromise is more like a transitional means, but it is certain... The proud elves are not willing to be completely attached to the Human Empire.

This political confrontation did not affect the overall functioning of the empire, and the disaster of Quel'Thallas was irreparable, so the troops mobilized to the Stratholme district were also redivided, most of them were filled to the Arathi front, and some were assigned to the Eagle's Nest in Hinterland, because it was reported that the undead community evacuated from Quel'Thallas seemed to be marching along the coastline towards Hinterland.

Kul Tiras's navy had already been dispatched and was heading in that direction, and the senior commanders had the simple idea that if they could destroy this undead force at sea, it would be great.

However, all these orders did not come from the hands of the Human Emperor, in fact, the current military mobilization was issued by several commanders appointed by the Emperor himself, including the two remaining Grand Knights of the Silver Hand, Marshal Gaseris and Grand Lord Mograine of Lordaeron, and His Majesty Garin of the Kingdom of Stormgard also had some command.

And what about His Majesty the Emperor? Where did he go?

The Emperor's whereabouts are the biggest secret of the empire at present, and in the eyes of the people, the emperor who is tenacious and heroic, and loves the people like a son, is staying in the royal domain to handle the affairs of the empire, including those nobles who are not in sufficient status, and they only know that His Majesty the emperor has not left the court much recently.

In fact, the Emperor of the Holy Arathas Empire, who was already on another continent far away, did not abandon his people and flee here, but took over from King Dai Lin, who died on the sea, and continued his unfinished mission.

At this time, Lothar, wearing a ceremonial armor, was standing at the entrance of the sacred mountain Mount Hygar, the highest peak of the Kalimdor continent, in front of him, the mysterious night elves sent a very high-level messenger to welcome his arrival, and in the forests on both sides of the road, there were also many curious night elves hiding in the shadows, pointing fingers at the human emperor who had come from afar.

This is the first time that many elves born in Kalimdor have seen a human, and Lothar's old beard and bald head make these simple sons of the forest very curious, and the steel armor he wears and the legendary sword he carries behind his back make some sentinel warriors a little envious... In the tradition of the Night Elves, they rarely wear this kind of overlay armor unless they are forced to do so.

But the beauty... In other words, the appreciation of strength spans different races, and the majesty of the top warriors exuded by Lothar makes many elven warriors awe-inspired, and the night elves who nominally control the entire Kalimdor are actually a race that worships heroes.

He has seen a lot of human emperors in the world, and he is rarely a little nervous at this time, what he has to face is a group of old monsters who have lived from 10,000 years ago to the present, and the ordinary elves who meet on the side of the road, carrying fruits, may be more than ten times older than the oldest humans, for orthodox humans, the civilization and customs of this race in front of them are simply unimaginable.

What's more, in the past week, the Emperor rode a warship and traveled half a circle around the continent of Kalimdor from the southern coast, and he saw with his own eyes the Night Elves' Feathered Moon Fortress in the south of Kalimdor, which was home to hundreds of thousands of powerful elven warriors, as well as the ancient war trees that people couldn't help but marvel at, as well as the fierce horned eagle beast knights, especially those sentinel warriors patrolling on the fierce moonlit night tigers and frostbladed leopards, all of which made Lothar see the power of the night elves.

And the second half of the journey, the Kadore fleet specially dispatched by Lady Santis, the commander of Hazuki... The purple warships, manned by mysterious natural magic and skilled sailors, reminded Lothar of the Armada of Kurtiras as they set sail on the sea.

This race of Calimdor, hidden under the exterior, is far more powerful than the entire human empire... Five times more, this is the accumulation of ten thousand years and the gift of the already destroyed Elven Empire.

"They are mysterious, low-key, but also powerful, they walk in the forest almost silently, they are simply born killers, and my people have suffered a lot when they are logging in the Gray Valley."

Behind the Emperor was the Great Shaman Drektar, who had come on behalf of the Orcs, and the young Orc Thrall, who had returned safely to the Orc Gathering Place, the Great Shaman's eyes could not see anything, but he could feel the terrifying power hidden in the sacred mountain in the north of Kalimdor, which reminded the nature-fearing Shaman of his childhood, just like the feeling he had when he first arrived at the Elemental Throne and faced those elemental lords.

Like Lothar, Elder Drektar came on a mission, the orcs landed on the east coast of Kalimdor a few years ago, and with the tacit consent of the elves, they established their own city on the red earth of Durontar by the sea and the nearby wild wilderness, the elves called that wilderness barren, but in the eyes of the orcs, this land full of pristine scenery was rich enough.

But the development of orc cities, the construction of cities, the houses built by the people, etc., all require a lot of wood, but in the continent of Kalimdor, all the forests are protected by the elves.

After the Great Shaman arrived in the Orc City, he found that the friction between the Orcs and the Night Elves had reached a dangerous point, with both sides dead and wounded, and if this situation was allowed to continue, the Orcs and the Elves were likely to be caught in the flames of war.

With the current situation of the orcs, they are no match for the enraged elves at all, and the Great Chief Orgrim is old, and he has done his best to control the anger of the orc clan, but the initial hostility between the two races must be resolved! This was Drektar's mission to Mount Hyjal.

And beside the old orc, there was also a faint expectation in the eyes of the prophet Viren, who was on crutches with the staff of the redeemer, for the prophet, he vaguely knew from the books of Azeroth, the legend of the defeat of the Burning Legion by the Night Elves 10,000 years ago, the old prophet had recently had a premonition that the familiar darkness was about to envelop the world, and he desperately needed to talk to the leaders of the Night Elves.

If the race that had defeated the demons was willing to face the demons again, the Draenei would be much less stressed, the Empire of Humanity was currently at war with the undead, and frankly, the Prophet was not optimistic about the future of humanity... He was well aware of how cunning Tyrion was, but Naruadar in the world of Draenor had told him that Tyrion was currently engaged in an ambush against demons, so there were many things he couldn't talk about at this time.

"I used to think that the magical civilization of the High Elves of Quel'Salas was already one of the greatest civilizations that this world could bring, but now, I was clearly wrong."

Emperor Lothar sighed, he raised his head, and could vaguely see the World Tree in the valley that reached into the sky, just from its size, this World Tree really lived up to its name, as if it was holding up the sky.

"Kadore is stronger than every race of ours, and although we are reluctant to admit it, we desperately need the support of the Night Elves at this time."

Lothar moved his ten fingers, and a glint of earnestness flashed in his eyes:

"If the Night Elves can give some land to my people, then the crisis in the northern frontier will be greatly alleviated, as long as there is enough strategic depth, whether it is the undead... Or what the prophet said, the coming demons, our soldiers have room to move, perhaps, we can see a glimmer of hope for victory. ”

"But they are proud, emperors of men."

The Great Shaman Drektar was somewhat pessimistic, and he whispered:

"It's hard to say whether these elves will lend a hand, after all, those wars have nothing to do with them, and judging from their civilized state, this is not a race that is enthusiastic about war."

"Don't be so pessimistic, shaman."

The Prophet Viren pointed his staff on the ground, took a deep breath, and said:

"If the elves saw the horror of demons 10,000 years ago, then I believe that they would be willing to help us, no one wants this world to be occupied by demons, I think, the leaders of these elves, can see this."

While they were talking, at the entrance to Mount Hyjal, a huge black raven slowly rode the wind and landed in front of the visitors, and behind her, a group of temple guards riding snow-white frostbladed leopards quickly arrived.

In the magic of Transfiguration, the high-ranking druid Hisari. The crow walked over to the people in front of her, Miss Crow looked at the strange combination of humans, orcs and draenei in front of her, and after a moment, she whispered:

"Grand Priest of the Moon Tyrande, Grand Druid Malfurion, Grand Druid Vandal, our three leaders are waiting for you under Nordahir, distinguished guests, please come with me."

As she spoke, Miss Crow glanced at the two orcs with a wary gaze, and she admonished:

"Everybody wants this to be a peaceful meeting, and you don't come with malice? Right? Orcs. ”

"Of course."

The old shaman stepped forward with Thrall's support, his face with a strip of black cloth full of gentle smiles:

"I believe that the conflict between the orcs and the elves is not irreconcilable, and rather than go further to war, I hope that the conflict between the two races can be resolved at the negotiating table, and I am very grateful to the elves for giving us the land to live and thrive when my people come to the shore, and in any case, we owe you a favor."

Seeing that the elder of the orcs was polite, Miss Crow, who was still vigilant, also had a smile on the corner of her mouth:

"Kalimdor is not alone to Kadore, we are willing to share this land given by the moon god with those who need it, and the actions of the orcs to help the minotaurs in the bleak land have also shown many of my compatriots the excellent character of the orcs, the savage centaur clan throughout Kalimdor is the enemy of both of us."

Hearing this, a glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of Emperor Lothar, who was walking silently, and a polite word from Miss Crow undoubtedly made him see the dawn of the migration of the commoners of the empire.

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