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  The leader of the Cenarion Council, the archdruid Malfurion read the information from the druids in his hand, and passed it to Tyrande and Fandral with a chuckle to watch.

   Fandral frowned after reading it, and said with a little appreciation, "Our young compatriots are really full of vitality. I didn't expect them to be able to persuade those stubborn night children."

"snort!"

Tyrande slapped the letter paper on the wooden table in displeasure, "It's just a chicken of the same feather! Back then, Elisande assisted Queen Azshara in summoning demons, and these high elves invited them to join the ranks of defending Azeroth." , it is simply..."

Malfurion's attitude towards his lover was very helpless. To be honest, he was also optimistic about Suramar's return to the world. Azshara's camp.

   If you really want to forcibly divide the Highborne and Night Elves, then it is really unclear. Isn’t Ravencrest, the lord of Black Rook Castle who was made a hero by the Night Elves, also a Highborne?

  At the beginning, he was also resolutely unwilling to believe that the queen would surrender to the enemy, but under the impact of the facts, he finally chose the righteous side and raised troops to attack Azshara.

Fandral showed an interested expression on his face, and lightly tapped the table with his fingers, "Sindra, the Nightborne, the High Elves, and our night elves, the few branches of elves that were scattered at the beginning are almost all together. I'm really looking forward to the scene where all the elves join hands again."

During the ancient Kalimdor period, the Dark Night Empire had six cities and a relatively independent settlement on Mount Hyjal. The six major cities included the capital Jin Azalin, Suramar, Sandara, Zenlelor, and Rashara Zha and Erezalas.

  Gold Azshalin has sunk into the endless sea after the sky collapsed, and the central wild land where Cenlelor is located has become a barren land after thousands of years of changes, and now the city is nowhere to be found.

La Salazar—the seat of the sky, the city supervised and named by Azshara himself has completely disappeared now, and Sandara was completely destroyed and crystallized after the upper elves killed and angered the blue dragon. Becomes Crystalsong Forest in central Northrend.

The rest of Elesalas was directly merged into Quells, Suramar also formed an alliance with the high elves, plus the night elves living in the canopy of Nordrassil, the surviving branches of elves are basically gone. present world.

Malfurion smiled and took a sip of the tranquilizing scented tea and added, "Not only that, Quel'Thalas has also won over our ancient tauren allies. Apart from the population, our young compatriots are enough to form an alliance with the eastern continent. counterbalanced."

   Tyrande frowned and wondered, "What on earth are they trying to do? Could it be that they want to fight us night elves to regain what they lost by gathering so many allies?"

Fandral glanced at the teacher's wife with a mentally retarded look, and then straightened his face and said, "What else can it be for, of course it is the Burning Legion. Didn't the last orc invasion not arouse your vigilance? Sargeras The appearance of the tomb can already explain a lot of problems, right?"

"Snapped!"

Tyrande slapped the table angrily and shouted angrily, "What does the appearance of the Tomb of Sargeras mean? The orc warlock entered it without getting anything and was overwhelmed by demons. The tombs of the

"Yeah?"

There was a mocking smile on the corner of Fandral's mouth, "What about the Sargeras scepter that was taken away by the black dragon and those dead men? Are you still unwilling to face the reality? The vanguard of the Burning Legion has arrived, and they I'm eyeing Azeroth again, do you want me to continue explaining!"

"enough!"

   Malfurion put his staff on the ground, and the crisp knocking sound interrupted the tense atmosphere between the two.

"Regardless of whether the Burning Legion is really coming, we must be prepared. Now that the demigods of the wilderness can no longer be counted on, and the dragon kings have lost a lot of power because of Deathwing's betrayal, this time we have to rely on ourselves to tide over the difficulties." gone."

The archdruid looked at the silent Tyrande and solemnly reminded, "Tyrande, I don't want you to miss the point because of your own prejudice. Recently, Charlemagne sent information through the druids, and Elisande passed The Eye of Aman'Thul saw some visions of the future, and vaguely warned the high elves, I hope you can make our troops ready to attack at any time."

  Tyrande took a deep breath, stood up with a dark face and said, "I know, then I will go to the Moon God Temple to pray first, and leave!"

"Why…"

   Seeing Tyrande leave, Malfurion sighed helplessly, "I'm sorry Fandral, Tyrande is not someone who can't see the situation clearly, she just..."

Fandral got up and saluted and interrupted him, "No need to apologize, teacher, I understand, I'm sorry for making it difficult for you to be caught in the middle, but we should really learn from the high elves about their mobility. Our people have experienced too much. long peace, I am even afraid that they have forgotten how to fight."

"Um…"

Malfurion stroked his beard thoughtfully, then his eyes lit up and he looked up and said, "How about this, Elesalas has been occupied by the surrounding gnolls after Syndra left, let's let Shandris Send out sentry troops to repel this group of gnolls, and bring this ancient city back into the night elves' territory by the way."

   Fandral immediately patted the table and agreed, "Great idea! Elesalas can be our central city in the south of the mainland in the future. This ancient city was still inhabited before, and it can be reactivated after a short rest."

   "The number of gnolls in Feralas is extremely large, and a group of ogres came from nowhere recently. We need to train our troops just to catch them."

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  Charlemagne is still not aware of the preparations of the night elves at this time, even if he knows, he will not stop it. Rather than abandoning it there, it is better to give it to these distant relatives for use, at least it can be regarded as waste utilization.

  He is recalling the artifacts he knew in his previous life in his office at this time, and by the way, he is calculating which ones can be obtained now.

   "The Guardian of Truth is definitely easier to get. Titanstrike is probably useless without Mimiron's help. Blade of Fear...Although it should be in Azeroth now, whoever gets it is unlucky."

  The Blade of Fear was specially created by Talgas to confuse mortals and create chaos. At least none of the thieves that Charlemagne knew had the willpower to forcibly resist Talgas' temptation to use this pair of scimitars.

   "The Kingslayer is in the hands of Garona, and now the half-orc thief is probably still chasing and killing Cho'gall in Kalimdor, and the Luna Scythe... By the way, which great fairy should this thing be in the hands of now?"

  Although the Luna Scythe is definitely in Azeroth, there are too many owners of this scythe, who knows who owns it now...

   Just as Charlemagne was scratching his head and thinking hard, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

   "Your Excellency, I am Lisson. There is important news from Lordaeron."

   "Come in, just talk."

   "click"

   After getting permission, Leeson walked in with a letter, his complexion looked a little heavy.

   "Your Excellency, the Lordaeron embassy has just received information that Archbishop Alonsus Faol's life is about to come to an end. Do you want to see him for the last time?"

  Charlemagne was taken aback for a moment, then leaned back heavily on the back of the chair, and sighed faintly, "Is it finally time..."