"Welcome, Archmage of the Sunsnatcher, welcome back to the homeland of our elves."

Isaac smiled softly, but the smile made him even more hypocritical, and returning home was just an excuse for him.

Everyone was embarrassed and didn't know how to answer, Isaas was dressed in a violet high-level robe, plus the medal of the Council of Six of Kenrito, the path chosen by Isaas already showed that he was no longer a fellow traveler with Quel'Thalas.

However, Aurelia didn't say anything, and all the high-ranking Quel'Salas who accompanied him didn't bother to break this fragile peace, and everyone went directly to a small conference room next to the teleportation.

As soon as he sat down, Isaas couldn't wait to start the purpose of his trip.

"Fellow Quel'Thalas, we are all users of magic, and we all know how important magical energy is to us. Crassus, also known as the Red Dragon Clyostraz, has discovered that the Blue Dragon Lord Malygos intends to ban the use of the Arcane by all ordinary races. Esaas got straight to the point and pointed out Malygos's problem.

"Why did he do that?" Archmage Romans couldn't help but ask.

"Because the use of magic by the mortal race can cause disasters, he wants to forbid mortals to use magic and destroy all magical creations, including Quel'Salas and Dalaran, naturally."

"And then?" Aurelia was expressionless, she felt that Isath was teasing all the higher-ups of Quel'Thalas, and she was sure that Isath was trying to drive a wedge between Quel'Thalas and the Blue Dragon, after all, Patrick had just decided to ally with the Blue Dragon, and you came and said that the Blue Dragon King was going to kill us, which was simply ridiculous.

"Kenrito can't let that happen." Isaac added. "The Blue Dragon is our common enemy, and I think Quel'Thalas and Dalaran should join forces again to fight against the mighty Blue Dragon King."

Aurelia was still expressionless, and in her opinion, Isaas was simply stupidly cute. Romans asked, "Is this your own idea, or is it what Dalaran meant?" ”

"Of course, Dalaran agrees with me, this is a matter for all spellcasters, and Dalaran will definitely not sit idly by." Isaac was still arguing.

"Dalaran agrees with you?" Romans asked again, his voice much louder, but without giving Isacs a chance to answer, Romans continued: "It was those archmages from Kenrito who asked you to come and convey their wishes, right?" Can you get the other five members of the Council of Six to come to Quel'Salas in person? ”

"Enough, Romans, you've also worked in Dalaran for many years, and Dalaran is not what you think."

Romans was about to explode, but the others were present, and he kept trying to restrain himself: "Yes, I have worked in Dalaran for many years, and I have also been locked up in Dalaran's water prison for a long time, it is really an unforgettable memory. ”

"It all started with a false accusation." Romans said, fiercely, "and a betrayal that will go down in history." "The flames of anger burned in his eyes, like a fire that had not been extinguished for decades." And it all happened in Dalaran, the city you love. You have done a very good job, very good, under the watchful eye of the omnipresent Violet Eye, to openly throw Prince Kael'thas into prison and be executed at a later date, will you have Modra come to Quel'Thalas to talk to us in person? Instead of letting you be this mouthpiece, and you don't have any right to make decisions, what's the use of us talking to you. ”

"Kenrito didn't ...... that thing"

"I know what you're trying to say," Romans interrupted Isaas's plea, "Kenrito didn't do anything. True, they didn't do anything. Didn't do anything to prevent it from happening, didn't do anything to stop it from happening. Garissus openly imprisoned Kael'thas, one of the members of the Council of the Six, which was an absolute and unforgivable thing. His voice gradually increased, telling all the elves who had been in Quel'Thallas about the situation.

"Instead, they put us in the underground dungeon of a huge city and let us rot slowly. It is a city with the warmth of home in our minds like Silvermoon City; It was a city to which our prince had been loyal for hundreds of years—longer than a human life; It was a city for which we were willing to fight to the death as long as Kenrito gave us the order; It was a city where everybody wouldn't defend us, just watched coldly as we were sent to the gallows. ”

"It's their city, it's the city of human mages, it's the city of Dalaran, it's the city of Kenrito, it's not our city. Whether it's a High Elf or a Blood Elf, our home is only Quel'Thalas. ”

Romans almost screamed out his last words, the despair of being locked up in the Dalaran Water Prison at that time, the other elves did not know, but everyone present could feel the anger and hatred of Romans, a memory that will never be forgotten.

"Kenrito is not what it used to be." Isaas is still trying to convince Romans. "Today's Kenrito is ......"

Before Isaac could finish his sentence, a voice came through the door.

"Isath Sunsnatcher, you are so protective of a power that is hostile to us, will Dalaran prop you up as king of Quel'Thalas?"

As the voice came, all the other high-ranking leaders led by Patrick walked in. Seeing Patrick's figure, Aurelia was overjoyed and immediately said, "Coming back? How's the Cenarion Council done? ”

"It's perfect, the all-continent coalition has set a time to go to the Silisus Desert to start a decisive battle with the Zerg." Patrick smiled and said to Aurelia, "I've worked hard for you this time. ”

When Isaas saw Patrick, his heart was cold, and he wanted to argue a few words to Dalaran, but he swallowed it all. Patrick Cabolon, the executive director of the Silver Moon Council, who had already become famous long before the Black Gate, although Isaas was far away in Dalaran, he still knew Patrick's reputation.

"You haven't answered me yet, Mr. Isaac Sunreaer." Patrick's tone was very bad. As soon as he returned to Silvermoon City from Eredani, he heard the news of Esaas's visit, and Patrick had heard all the conversation here.

As a lackey, you dare to go back to Quel'Thalas, Patrick sneered in his heart.