The New Order of Azeroth Chapter 236

"Priest Liadrin, do you think we can learn the ways of humans and train our own paladins?" Lor'themar asked directly.

"I can only say that there is a certain possibility."

The one-eyed elf was noncommittal: "Okay, you have worked hard, please go down and rest first."

After the two advisors finished reading the letter, he asked, "The messenger from Lordaeron came here before the messenger of the Forsaken left. The two of you have finished reading the letter. Let me tell you what you think."

Archmage Rommath was the first to speak: "Haven't we been bullied by the alliance enough times? Do we have to do it again? What is the alliance? The alliance is the alliance of humans! The human king is the master of the alliance. The rest of the races, dwarves, dwarves, Including us blood elves are just vassals, have we ever gained respect in the alliance? No! Quel'Thalas shouldn't suffer this kind of humiliation! And it's humiliation again and again!"

Halduron Brightwing, Lor'themar's close friend and the current Ranger General, has a similar tone: "The Horde will respect the freedom of all parties, and not only will they not interfere in our internal affairs, but they will also provide various assistance, Sylvanas He also made a promise on behalf of the great chief. We blood elves can participate in various political decisions of the tribe. What can we gain from joining the alliance? I heard that the night elves are also in the alliance now. How do we handle the relationship with the night elves? How to explain it to the tribe?"

On the one hand, there is a tribe with loose conditions and great sincerity, and on the other hand, an alliance that has been repeatedly betrayed and has no favorable conditions. It seems obvious which side to choose, but Lor'themar Theron is still very hesitant.

It seems very appropriate to join the tribe right now, and it also fits the current situation of the blood elves, but as the regent, he can't just think about the present, but also the future.

"You think Sylvanas..." He was a little bit strange when he mentioned this name.

"Who will win the battle between Sylvanas and humans? The blood elves are in a bad situation now. Whether we support the Alliance or the Horde, we can't send troops to participate in their battle. It's best to stand on the victor's side in advance."

His one eye looked at the two, hoping for their advice.

"I think Cirvanas will win." Duhalun Brightwing didn't think that a group of human remnants would be able to defeat Quel'Thalas' former Ranger General.

Archmage Rommath has a different opinion this time: "We know very little information about humans, and we don't even know who this new Lordaeron regent is."

Lor'themar pointed to the letter in the hand of the archmage: "Looking at the vocabulary and sentence patterns, it should be a woman, or a human woman who is proficient in druids and understands night elf culture. Hmph, even humans are now There are druids!..."

The values ​​formed over time have made the entire Quel'Thalas very hostile to Druids, and this hostility is almost engraved in the blood.

But the three of them have to admit that this kind of understanding is at least better than the previous human general who treated them as trash and spies.

Identity is a very weird thing. Although Vanessa agrees with the night elves, the proud blood elves still think that she is better than the arrogant and stupid Grand Marshal Garithos.

Archmage Rommath saw that he was wavering, and had to remind him: "Lor'themar, before making any decisions, please take the will of Prince Kael'thas as the first priority."

As an advisor to Prince Kael'thas, he followed the prince to fight against the Dark Temple and expedition to Northrend. Rommath has always asked Silvermoon City to keep pace with Prince Kael'thas in Outland.

The city of Lor'themar is quite deep, he nodded: "I have always kept this in mind, and I have never forgotten it."

He looked outside the door, and an elf mage in a blood-red robe was walking slowly.

His tone was slightly higher: "Respected magister Astaro. Blood oath came to you. How long will it take to study that holy light creature?"

Archmage Rommath secretly calculated: "For about three months to half a year, that creature is still resisting us."

"Then please do it as soon as possible." Lor'themar sent away the archmage who was the eyeliner of the prince, and exchanged a glance with his best friend Halduron Brightwing.

"You still want to join the alliance, don't you? We must obey the prince's order." His best friend reminded him in a low voice.

"I understand." Lor'themar nodded slightly, he only felt that he was under great pressure.

He didn't want to betray the prince, but some blood elves who returned from Outland secretly reported to him that Prince Kael'thas's behavior became more and more abnormal. Demonic powers are introduced in , which makes him very disturbed.

The problem of the alliance, the problem of the tribe, the problem of the undead in the country, and the problems of his own clan are all gathered together. He really wants to lead the people away from these right and wrong, but there is a haze in front of him, and he has no idea where the way out is. .

Lor'themar walked towards the office. He said to his close friend in front of the door: "Arrange for me to meet the envoys of the two parties. I want to have a good talk with them."

He had a good plan, but the fact gave him another mouthful, he has not seen the messenger sent by the Forsaken!

Old Fording didn't stay in the arranged residence at all. According to the induction of the Holy Light, he found the messenger of the Forsaken, and smashed it down with a sledgehammer without even looking at it.

This old gentleman is currently the strongest paladin in Azeroth, and the messenger sent by the Forsaken is just an ordinary messenger.

In addition, Old Fording hit the hammer unexpectedly, and the messenger of the Forgotten had no time to react at all. He was purified by the Holy Light, and there was no scum left.

"Lord, don't you think it's very disrespectful for you to do this in Silvermoon City?" Lor'themar had to see him no matter how unwilling he was, the blood elf regent was very upset~www.mtlnovel.com~Old Fordring seemed Like a normal person: "I saw this undead wandering around in Silvermoon City, and thought he had some kind of conspiracy, so I made the move. Could it be that undead is a friend of Silvermoon City?"

he asked rhetorically.

Lor'themar couldn't tell because he couldn't say that he had colluded with the undead on this occasion, and it was meaningless to explain the difference between the Forsaken and the undead.

He secretly marveled at the decisiveness of the old knight. If the roles were reversed, he would not dare to make such a deadly move.

"The great lord's reputation has spread even in Quel'Thalas. I admire your courage." He said meaningfully.

Old Fording's answer is also watertight, I don't know, I didn't see it, and my old man didn't premeditate! Not at all! I just went out for a walk with a hammer in my hand.

If you don't admit it, don't admit it, Lor'themar can only focus on what's in front of him.

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