Kalimdor Continent, Glitter Plains, New Stormwind.

This is a city under construction, located on the coastline of the new frontier of the Stormwind Kingdom, and because the Glittering Plains itself is rich in extremely high-quality white marble, this new city symbolizing the kingship of the Stormwind Kingdom makes extravagant use of a large amount of marble.

Although only one settlement has been built in the city and the rest of the city is still under construction in the toil of the centaur slaves, the glorious appearance of this new city that will inevitably go down in history in the future has a faint atmosphere and a different kind of beauty.

And it's not going to cost people and money... After all, there are too many centaur slaves, and the wildness that swells in the veins of these losers has not yet been smoothed out, and in the current form of rebuilding civilization, the empire must find a way to "reduce" the number of centaurs in order to avoid something that will happen later.

It can be said that the bones of centaur slaves are already buried under the five major cities currently under construction in the empire, but unfortunately, no one will fight for these barbarians.

However, tonight, in the core of the New Stormwind City settlement, in the mansion of the current rulers of the Stormwind Kingdom, there are flashes of teleportation magic from time to time, which means that in the past 2 hours, at least 4 guests from other places have arrived at this not luxurious mansion through the portal, and those who are interested can also notice that tonight, the number of guards patrolling around the mansion is also a little too much.

Obviously, something important has already happened and is ongoing.

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"I guess there must be something very important, otherwise you wouldn't have had this damn meeting at this time, so I won't complain."

With a loud voice ringing through the mansion, Garin, dressed in a casual suit. Escorted by several guards, Torbain strode out of the portal, a magical device that glows blue and is currently the most commonly used tool for long-range communication in the Empire.

Just as the Federation began to build railroad lines on a large scale, the Empire also found its own means of transportation, especially after the destruction of the city-state of Dalaran, and during that chaotic time, many mages were exiled to various countries, which allowed the magical power of the rebuilt civilizations to be restored.

On the one hand, although the warlocks of the Black Scythe Council agreed to return to the floating island of Dalaran, Kel'thugad's strong demand that there must be a place for warlocks in the new Dalaran made many orthodox mages feel very unhappy.

On the other hand, in the past few hundred years, the kingdoms of the human empire have not supported the use of magical power by the city-state of Dalaran, especially after the great changes in life, and the devastated human civilization continues to recover, so it is natural for the young kings to think, if Dalaran is gone, then why should we let it reappear?

The power of magic belongs to the entire human civilization, so why should Dalaran be allowed to control the most critical ones?

And most importantly, unlike the previous archmages, the current master warlock in control of Dalaran, Mr. Kel'thugad, has a comforting attitude towards knowledge, and he is willing to share the magic texts that the warlocks have rescued from the ruins with the rest of the world... This is much better than the previous Council of Six's approach to knowledge.

Under the influence of this faint undercurrent, Dalaran's reconstruction work has become very, very difficult, which is natural, even if you count the young Gianna, the current number of archmages is not enough to reorganize the Council of Six, and in the case that the traditional mages themselves do not have much strength, naturally not too many people will listen to their voices.

Of course, the story of Dalaran is not over yet, but for now, let's focus on the secret conversation of the kings tonight.

In the months since the end of the Westward War, the kings, who were busy rebuilding their kingdoms, had not sat together for a long time, and after the trials of the war, the young men sat down together again, and naturally they had a very lively conversation.

Until the Chaldean bishop who convened this council appeared... This is not to say that the always humble bishop was disgusting, but the sudden silence of the council was due to the man who followed the Chaldean bishop who appeared behind him.

It was a guy who no one expected to be here.

Before he even lifted his hood, someone had already guessed his identity, and after he lifted the hood, the long blond hair and the iconic emerald green pupils proved his identity... The Sun King of the High Elves of Quel'Thalas, Kael'thas. The Sunchaser.

"Yo, look who's here."

After a brief silence, Tamred, who had come with his brother, was the first to speak, but the young man spoke in a somewhat strange tone, and he glanced at the silent Kael'thas and said in a strange tone:

Has the great Sun King finally taken care of his "internal affairs"? Finally have time to take a look at your human "friends"? ”

"Tamred! Shut up! ”

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Drake, the older of the kings, scolded in a deep voice:

"The High Elves are loyal allies of the Human Empire, and you shouldn't speak to His Majesty Kael'thas like that! Apologize! Immediately! ”

Tamred turned his face unconvinced, as a young man of the same age as the kings, his personality was somewhat bohemian, and he thought that he had not said the wrong thing.

And a moment later, Arthas also looked at Kael'thas, and he spoke:

"I don't think Thanred is right, Your Majesty Drake, the premise of allies is to sacrifice each other, we consider the High Elves allies, but they don't seem to think so..."

"The Emperor of Lothar and the High Elves hold the most sacred covenant, don't they?"

King Garin also spoke:

"But on the battlefield where Emperor Lothar died, I didn't see a single High Elf figure, that is their most sacred covenant, and before the Battle of the Northern Frontier, the Empire accepted the High Elves exiles with the most gentle attitude, 3 months ago, when we were facing the threat of the barbarians, we went to ask for the help of the High Elves, how did they respond to us?"

"I'm too busy with internal affairs to send troops to help... is so busy that even an archmage or a ranger is unwilling to send out, and Ms. Gianna, who went to ask for help, is respected as a princess, but she can't even see the face of the "busy" Sun King..."

His Majesty Liam closed his eyes and said lightly:

"That's a good reason, and it's a good ally."

Seeing that the atmosphere was not quite right, the Chaldean bishop coughed lightly and said:

"I hope we don't forget that in a time when the Empire of Man needed it most, in a time of our despair, the High Elves' fleet brought us hope... Kings, when did we humans become so mean? ”

"Humans are never mean!"

Arthas snorted:

"But our hugs are only for true friends! Instead of... Forget it, friends, what the Chaldean Bishop said makes sense, and we are guests from afar, so let's listen to the words of the Sun King. ”

The next moment, the kings' eyes were fixed on the calm face of Kael'thas, who seemed to have a premonition of this scene, and did not care about the kings' indifferent sarcasm, Kael'thas knew that the human kings had a reason to be angry.

Three months ago, the indifference of the human envoys who came to ask for help was enough to arouse the anger of the kings, and it was indeed Kael'thas who mishandled the matter, he was busy discussing the opening of the city of Eresaras with the Sindra Elves, while the other high-ranking lords were busy expelling the ogres... It was an embarrassing oversight.

As for the revival of the war in the North, Kael'thas believes that the young kings did not mean to, but were merely venting their pain.

From the betrayal of the Sindra Elves, Kael'thas learned a lot... He was not angry at the king's wrath, for he had learned from his shameful betrayal who Quel'Thalas, the true ally to rely on, was in this strange land.

"Friends..."

Kael'thas opened with this word, and as he approached the round table, without concealing the purpose of his visit, recalling the way his father had dealt with the kings of men, he said in a tone that was serious enough and not awkward:

"The High Elves are preparing a war of revenge against the upper elves of Sindra, we have been fooled by the Sindra elves, and now, we need help from true allies... In return, after the opening of the ancient city of Eresaras, we are willing to share all the magical materials in the Great Library of Sindra, even those originally in Quel'Thalas, with our human friends. ”

"Huh?"

King Garin, who had been indifferent just now, immediately sat up straight, he stared at Kael'thas and said:

"I've heard the story of the upper elves beyond this land, and it is said that that the ancient city is buried with precious treasures from 10,000 years ago?"

"Yes, the Sindra Elves were the treasures of Queen Azhara back in the Elven Empire, and I don't know what is in that city, but I'm sure..."

Looking at the glint in King Garin's eyes, the stone in Kael'thas finally landed, and after a faint breath, he seemed more calm, and he knocked on the table, accentuating his tone:

"I'm sure it's a gift that will make my human friends feel apologetic enough for the High Elves... The main attack will be carried by the High Elves, and all you will have to pay is an infantry regiment to cover the flanks, and of course, it would be nice if there was more support. ”

This remark intrigued all the kings, but before the other kings could ask questions, the elder Drake leaned forward, looked at Kael'thas earnestly, and said:

"Can we trust you this time? The Sun King? Can the covenant between humans and the High Elves continue? Begging for a living in this wild land, we outsiders, we must unite. ”

Faced with this problem, Kael'thas. The Sunstrider took out a simple but solemn scroll from the magic ring, and in front of the human king, he pricked his finger and wrote his name under the scroll with the blood of the Sunstrider, and then handed the scroll to the human kings, he looked at the people in front of him with a calm gaze, and said:

"The divine blood will truly bind us together... Now, it's your turn. ”

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"Buzz"

The light of teleportation lit up in the High Elf gathering place of the Feras Wilderness, and Prince Kael'thas walked out of it, and handed the wooden box he held in his hand to Lannather, who whispered:

"Protect it, my queen, as you protect your own life."

"What is this?"

Lannather's cheeks flushed at Kael'thas salutation, and she carefully took the wooden box, and she looked at the wooden box in her hand curiously, and she asked softly:

"Is it really that important?"

"Of course."

Kael'thas stretched out his finger and scratched the bridge of Lanather's nose affectionately, and he said in a deep voice:

"What is carried here is the future!"

"My Majesty..."

As Kael'thas was about to leave, Lannathor suddenly stopped him and whispered in his ear:

"One thing you must know, 1 hour ago, on the wilderness frontier of Firas, our rangers spotted several people... Among them is Sylvanas. Windranger and Winlessa. Windranger, and two humans, they said, they're back to help us, do you want to meet them? ”

"Nope! Missing. ”

Kael'thas turned his head to look at the 10,000-year-old city in the distant forest, and he whispered:

"Give them a Ranger Wing, let them be the vanguard in the battle after 3 days, the Windranger family wants to return to the society of the High Elves, and if they want to wash away the stain on their bodies, let them prove their loyalty on the battlefield first..."

"Just as their ancestors were to ours..."