"Kalimdor has two problems that must be solved in the coming years!"

A large map of Kalimdor lay out before the eyes of the Death Lords, and now speaking was Roglio, the cautious ranger sliding his finger across the map, he glanced at the others, and said:

"First of all, the demon legion that invaded Ashen Valley and Felwood Forest, according to the report of the Blood Handmaidens scouts lurking there, the demons have set up a fortress at the junction of Ashen Valley and Felwood Forest, among which the elite demons are hidden in a place called "Shadow Castle", which is easy to defend and difficult to attack, even the night elves who occupy the advantage of the terrain are difficult to break through that fortress in a short time. ”

"Also, on the desolate coast of Azhara, it is said that there are some demon advance forces in operation, but that place is close to the orc city, so it should be a problem for the orcs to solve."

Roglio took out his drawing pen, marked two red X's at the north end of the map, and then placed his finger in the middle of the map:

"Although the demons are fierce, according to my estimate, with the strength of the Night Elves in the north of Kalimdor, it should not be a big problem for them to defeat these demons, but this will inevitably occupy a large part of the power of the Kadore society, so the second problem faced by the civilization of that continent is the defensive gap left after the Night Elf sentinels in the south of Kalimdor return to the Ash Valley."

"According to the information we have gathered so far, the dust and mud swamps near the sea in the east, as well as the barbaric Thousand Needle Stone Forest and Glitter Plains in the south, will be the new land of the Human Empire, and there are many savage centaurs and some Minotaur tribes with strange beliefs living in this land.

"Therefore, I personally think that the reason why the Night Elves are willing to form an alliance with the Human Empire is here, they want to ensure that after their army withdraws from Firas, this rich land will not be occupied by centaurs and savage minotaurs, so the arrival of the Human Empire will become a pawn for the Night Elves to block the invasion of those barbarians."

Drawing a big X in the middle of the map, Roglio looked up, shrugged his shoulders, and concluded:

"This is Kalimdor's second problem, can the human empire defeat the barbarians who have lived in the land for thousands of years? I think that if the human empire can't even solve these barbarians who have not yet escaped from slavery after the migration, the civilization that Lothar has high hopes for really does not have much meaning to exist. ”

"Bang Bang Bang"

Sarufar and Glokush did not hesitate to applaud Roglio's brilliant analysis, and the two orcs, who had been leading the army all year round, had to admit that the silent elf in front of him had indeed made the situation in the Kalimdor continent very clear.

"Well, it looks like you've put in the effort, Rogge."

Tyrion also nodded, looking at the map in front of him, he didn't rashly say his opinion, but looked at the others:

"So what? What do you think? ”

"I think that no matter how bad the human empire is, it is much better than these barbarians who only know how to plunder and destroy, they have not even formed their own mature social system, and it is said that the centaurs of the Thousand Needles Stone Forest are more barbaric than their fellow people in the Desolate Lands..."

Myra, the governor of the Black Iron District, played with the ring on his finger, and a hint of indifference flashed in his blood-red eyes:

"My opinion is that Lothar begs us to give his people a little time, so we might as well be generous, and build up the initial arms trade with them in the name of free commerce in the Black Iron District, and at least let the soldiers who survived the battlefield of life and death fight the centaurs with spears and swords and shields... Nor should a warrior's life be wasted. ”

"That sounds like a bit of a rival."

Irel wagged his tail and complained, but Myra shook her head, he had another reason he hadn't said.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please don't forget the other great force in Kalimdor."

The Governor of Black Iron has grown in management over the years, and has his own set of knowledge of business operations, and he has taken a drawing pen from Roglio and made a circle in the southernmost desert of Kalimdor.

"Goblins, fellow goblins, the goblins' business network in Azeroth is very terrifying, according to my experience in the Black Iron District in the past few years, even if we don't do this business, those goblin consortiums entrenched in the hot sand port of Tanaris and Gakison will not let it go, and from the current point of view, the goblin civilization is actually the most enlightened of all the civilizations in Kalimdor in a longitudinal comparison."

Myra bared her teeth and smiled playfully at her companions:

"They are indeed greedy, but they are very smart, they know the truth of economic success, and most importantly, they also value knowledge, in the past year, the Black Iron District has caught 136 commercial spies, three-quarters of them are from the hot sand port and Akison, and the Black Sot Military and Future Technology Research Laboratory is no longer worth applying to the business alliance for commercial sanctions against the hot sand consortium, venture capital companies and rusty water chaebols..."

"Because those shameless green-skinned dwarfs, without paying royalties, have begun to copy our axe guns and the latest rapid-fire guns in Kalimdor..."

"From a purely civilized point of view, fellow travellers, the potential of the goblin civilization is simply terrifying, we must include them in the observation system, and by the way, start competing with them commercially, on the one hand, cultivate the interest of the merchants in the Black Iron District in competition, and on the other hand, we can set up a new enemy for the scattered goblin civilization."

Mai stretched out his left hand, clenched it into a fist, and hammered it the icon of Hot Sand Harbor:

"It's like what we did with human civilization, forcing the big goblin conglomerates to stop their stupid internal friction and reunite... That's all I have to say! ”

After Myra's words were finished, the first to applaud was Luminas, who was very appreciative of her boyfriend's showy behavior, and the other lords had to admit that Myra's understanding of goblin civilization was definitely the most profound of them.

"Very good!"

Tyrion also nodded appreciatively, and he turned his gaze to Serent, who had not spoken. Firewing scratched his head in embarrassment, then stood up, and drew a small circle in the center of Firas with his drawing pen.

This Death Lord, who had always had a low sense of existence, also became serious at this moment.

"There is an ancient city here, his name is Eresaras, when I was still alive, my father was an officer of the Firewing Legion, in his library, I have occasionally seen information about this ancient city, now I think about it, Quel'Salas's trust Sun King, His Majesty Kael'thas when he left the northern frontier, the choice of refuge, should be here."

Celent glanced at the other lords, and he accentuated his voice:

"This is one of the several cities where the upper elves live in seclusion, if different elves are divided into different civilizations, then these upper elves who have lived in seclusion for almost 10,000 years are undoubtedly one of the deepest hidden civilizations in Kalimdor, and I guess the reason why the Sun King brought his people here is to try to find a cure for the High Elves' addiction here."

"You know... The addiction of the upper elves is much more terrifying than that of the high elves. ”

From Selent. As can be seen from Firewing's surname, this low-key guy comes from the famous mage family, the Firewing family, and he definitely knows much more secrets than others think.

"Well, the High Elves... I haven't heard of it. ”

Irel shook his head, as did the two orc lords, and seeing this, Tyrion said to Serent:

"Explain to your companions the grievances between the upper elves and other elves."

"Okay, but... Let me tell you up front, it's a long story. ”

Celent reached out and ruffled his long hair, pointed to his ears, and explained to the hoof sister and the two orcs:

"I, Tyrion, Luminus and Myra, as well as Severn and Ortem, we all belong to the High Elves, and the meaning of this High Elf is not that we are nobler than other Elves, the word comes from the class division of the Elven Empire ten thousand years ago."

"10,000 years ago, the elves created an empire with a highly developed magical civilization on the continent that has not yet been divided, and the leader is the most powerful, beautiful and noble mage Queen Aishara, at that time, the elven empire did not reject arcane magic, and now the moon god belief of the night elves can only be spread among the common people, those elven nobles who worship Queen Aishhara madly and take pride in using magic call themselves "upper elves", trying to distinguish the "noble" from the lowly civilians. ”

Pointing to his trademark white skin, Celent said:

"The characteristics of the upper elves are that their skin is very white, and the long-term use of magic distinguishes them from the night elves with purple skin, in fact, the high elves were also a member of the upper elves, but unfortunately, the pursuit of magic by the upper elves has led to terrible disasters, and I don't need to say much about the demon invasion 10,000 years ago."

"In short, the vast majority of the upper elves were thrown into the deep sea with Queen Azhara, and they received the terrifying power of the dark seabed and were transformed into the abominable Naga, and the High Elves lived with the Night Elves after that, but the ignorant Night Elves began to abstain from all magical use because of the Great Tribulation, our ancestor Darth Rema. After repeatedly suggesting to the higher-ups to no avail, the Sunstrider eventually fell out with the Night Elves. ”

"We were banished, but we were not sad, and 6,800 years ago, when the Sunwell stood tall in Quel'Thalas, the High Elves were born."

Finally pointing to his pointed ears, Celent said to the three companions in front of him:

"The biggest difference between the High Elves and the High Elves is that our ears are shorter than those of the High Elves, which is the result of the transformation of our bodies by the magic of the Sunwell for thousands of years."

"But the connection between the High Elves and the High Elves has not been severed, in fact, the two races have been secretly in contact, 7,000 years ago, Darth Rema. When the Sunstrider left Kalimdor with the High Elves, we also invited the High Elves who lived in seclusion in Eresaras, oh yes, they called themselves Sindra, and they were "watched" by the Night Elves at that time, and it is said that the leader of Sindra, Verins, had made a deal with the Sunstrider, but when we left Kalimdor, the High Elves did not come as promised. ”

"Why?"

Irel asked curiously:

"Those high-level elves have repented?"

The Death Lord of Firewing shrugged:

"No one knows, maybe they repented, but as far as I know, even after the High Elves settled in Quel'Thalas, there was still a mysterious connection between the leaders of the two clans, but it was a rumor, no one knows if it was true or not, but now it seems that this rumor should be true, and the upper elves of Eresaras seem to have shown a positive attitude towards Kael'thas's request for help."

As he spoke, Firewing gave a mocking smile:

"But according to my understanding of the upper elves, those guys are not so kind, the older generation is dead, whether it is Virins or Darth Rema, they are all dead, no one knows how much of the sacred covenant between the two sides is left now, maybe Kael'thas is leading his people to hell."

"How?"

Grokush seemed to be interested in the story, rubbing his palms and asking:

"Is there anything weird about those Sindras?"

"I'm guessing too, Black Hand... I can't tell you for sure, but what I want to say is... The upper elves are more immersed in magic than the high elves, their addiction is more severe, and as far as I know, they don't have a holy relic like the sunwell, so how did those Sindra elves survive the terrible addiction for more than 7,000 years? ”

Firewing looked left and right, and he lowered his voice as if he were telling a ghost story:

"They may have used some evil forbidden magic, or... They've all been ruined by their addictions! Kael'thas . The day-to-day rush to the doctor, and frankly, I am very pessimistic about the future of the immigrants in Quel'Thalas. ”

"So, what about your proposal?"

Tyrion didn't support or disagree with Firewing's speculation, and in his heart, he knew better than anyone else in the world what was going on with the Sindra Elves, and as Firewing said, if Kael'thas thought that a way to save his people could be found in Heresaras, then the young king would be extremely disappointed.

In the face of Tyrion's question, Serent's expression became serious, and he whispered:

"I think we need to be prepared to intervene in the affairs of the ancient city of Eresaras at the necessary moment, not just for the sake of the Quel'Thalas immigrants, Tyrion, you haven't forgotten the legends about the upper elves of Sindra, right?"

"Well... It is said that they were the ones who placed the most important magical texts and relics for Queen Aishra, and the city is still intact, that is, there is a very valuable knowledge of magic... Very good. ”

Tyrion understood what Syrent meant, and after a moment, he nodded:

"Then, let Your Excellency Dai Lin and Your Excellency Anastarian prepare to set sail and intervene in the war."

"If the living can't protect their precious knowledge, then the dead have to do it."