In the dim distorted dreamscape, the bright red is overflowing with despair, and the gray sadness mixed in, in this distorted world, an angry soul screams.

"Kill!"

"Naga... My fleet, gone..."

"Dead, all dead..."

Sometimes mad, sometimes sad. He had been trapped here for a long time, and there was no time in the dream, but the more this loneliness became, the more cruel it became, and when the despair of immersion was about to overflow, it was often when the soul defense line was about to collapse.

But at the moment when he was about to collapse when he was crushed by substantial negative emotions, the shackles that bound this dream suddenly loosened, and the pressure suddenly disappeared, he opened his eyes, and smashed his clenched fists hard.

"Kill!"

"Bang"

Taylor's wrist was grabbed by Varian, Anduin grabbed the mad general's other hand, and at the request of the royal family, Baron, the "blind monk" who rushed from North County, immediately put the soothing holy light on the forehead of General Taylor, who roared like a beast, and he struggled even more violently, his bloodshot eyes widened to the extreme, like a fierce tiger that chooses to devour people.

A few minutes later, Baron recited a prayer, his fingers left Taylor's forehead, and the admiral, overwhelmed by exhaustion and despair, finally fell silent and fell into a deep sleep.

Varian let go of Taylor's arm, he looked at his general, he was also a veteran and a commander, he could understand the desperation of the commander after the annihilation of the army, but on the surface, the Naga water mages who sent Taylor back were not lying, the queen of the deep Azhara did not abuse him, but used magic to get him into some kind of illusion.

But the king turned his gaze to the blind monk, who stepped back slightly, and whispered,

"General Taylor has no physical problems, and his spirit is not tortured, but his energy is almost dry, he needs to rest, he will sleep for at least 3 days, these days, please be sure not to disturb him. ”

Varian nodded, he still trusted Baron, a priest who had participated in the War of the Dead from beginning to end, and even planned to let Baron preside over the Cathedral of Light, where the current archbishop was still vacant, in a few years, but now he was more worried about the safety of Taylor, a general who was absolutely loyal to the Ureon family, so after Baron finished speaking, the king raised his hand,

"Then I'm sorry for you, stay in Stormwind Fortress for the next few days, and be sure to ensure General Taylor's life!"

Baron leaned over slightly, "Yes, Your Majesty." ”

Ten minutes later, the council chamber of Stormstorm Fortress was filled with the close ministers of the Urion family, but the atmosphere was somewhat eerie, and the source was the invitation that had been placed on the king's table.

Naga's predecessor was the ancient Kadore Elven Empire, which once ruled most of the world, so in terms of etiquette and decoration, these twisted creatures that have lived under the sea for 10,000 years still can't change the poverty and luxury in their bones, but their artistic level from 10,000 years ago is terrifying, even a warrior like Varian can feel a solemnity and solemnity stuck in time and space from the invitations written in the lingua franca, Salas, and dwarven languages.

But the force that sent this invitation had just broken through their city two months ago, and the most troublesome thing was that this time Naga had sent back the captives, and had also sent a treasure that made Varian stunned, called "compensation", and this wealth was now stored in the newly restored port area warehouse, guarded by MI7 Shore himself.

In fact, King Varian's hands trembled when he received the secret report from the tax collector, who was already frightened. That's the equivalent of three years of taxes for the entire Stormwind Kingdom!That's enough for Varian to build another twenty dock areas! Those Naga were carried and thrown around in dozens of broken wooden boxes, and then they returned to the deep sea, and the terrifying aura of the tyrants simply rushed to his face, making Varian look confused. You must know that the bottom of the sea is the most lacking in these things, and the deep sea, where countless riches are buried, is the territory of Aishara.

Once upon a time, it was said that the king of Kurtilas, who ruled the sea, was the richest ruler, but now, the title must be given to the queen of the deep.

This is actually what makes Varian the most entangled, it stands to reason that he should have thrown the invitation on the Naga in the face just now, and then led the army to fight them to justify the humiliation suffered by the Stormwind Kingdom, but the Queen of the Deep who had met once and saved them made a move, and even extinguished all of Varian's anger.

Is the dignity of the king and the state really priceless?

No... For politicians, anything is valuable, and as long as there is value, you can make a deal, so after thinking about it, Varian decided to think again.

The ministers discussed fiercely, but no one proposed to go to war anymore, war means attrition, it means death, and now that the Guardians are brazenly interfering in the war of the present world, and the tribe is gradually pressing, it is really not suitable to fight another war with no chance of winning at all.

After all, how can humans enter the deep sea?

"Your Majesty, my advice is... Let's wait and see!"

Old Cheng, Duke of Aberlock, who had rushed from Nighttown, made a serious suggestion, "Don't be busy making a decision yet. ”

"Huh?"

Varian, who was a little tired, immediately became interested, and he asked curiously, "What do you say?"

The old duke, who was dressed in a black robe and held a thorn scepter in his hand, narrowed his eyes and said with a hint of mockery,

"There are still 2 days to go before the feast begins, and although the Nagas have promised in the name of their queen that they will not do anything to disrupt the "relationship between the two countries", those are aliens after all, and I want to say that the most anxious ones may not be us... Has Your Majesty forgotten the origin of Naga?"

Varian's eyes lit up,

"You mean, Cadore and Quel'Thalas?"

"Yes, if even that high priest is not afraid that the Queen of the Deep Sea will hurt her, then it means that the chances of problems at this banquet must not be great, and if they refuse, we can just refuse with the tide. ”

The old duke rubbed his arm, the weather in Stormwind City has not been very good recently, he is already old, so there is always a little soreness, but he still continued to finish his thoughts, "But even if you want to go to the banquet, you must bring enough elites, and the matter of Theramore cannot happen a second time! If there is another war, I am afraid that even if the gods of heaven really come, there will be a way to calm down." ”

These words made all the ministers nod, what the old duke said was undoubtedly very normal, and Marshal Windsor also expressed his opinion,

"This time, if Your Majesty wants to go to the banquet, you must bring Shore and some of the assault soldiers of the Seventh Legion, as well as the one from Beijun, you must bring it, Your Majesty's identity is different now, you must take into account the interests of the entire country!"

Varian nodded kindly, but when he thought of the power of the Naga Kingdom he had seen in Vaskir, he couldn't help but sigh,

"Naga recuperated at the bottom of the sea for 10,000 years, and reappeared in the world after 10,000 years, and the emergence of the deep sea kingdom has become a foregone conclusion, but fortunately, the queen seems to be planning to join the civilized world, not to provoke war, but the supremacy of the sea of Kul Tiras... Hey, it's been another eventful time. ”

"Your Majesty... That's a good thing. ”

The old duke whispered, and Varian was stunned for a moment, then nodded at the end.

"Well, that's a good thing. ”

On the other side, in the warm throne hall of Ironforge, the three Copperbeard brothers, the rulers of Ironforge, gathered here, Magni also held a luxurious invitation in his hand, and the dwarven king banged on the table with some irritation, unlike Varian, he didn't want to go to the banquet at all.

Dwarves hate water, it's in their bones.

Brian Copperbeard sat aside and said to his brother, "Brother, the master craftsman just sent a messenger to inquire about the banquet, and Nomoregan has also received an invitation!"

"And what does Mecatok mean?"

Magni clutched at his pretty golden beard and asked in a little confusion, "What did he say?"

"The master craftsman said that his choice is the same as yours, he will go if you go, and he will not go if you don't go. ”

Brian asked, somewhat surprised, "Gnomes and dwarves have been dependent on each other for almost 300 years, does my brother still doubt Mr. Mercatok's character?"

"Well, I'm not suspicious of him... It would be nice if Mecatok just said no... Then we have a reason to shirk!"

King Copperbeard sat down in his chair in frustration and threw the two letters in his hand on the table, "Furstad and the damned Thorrison said the same, I'll go to them, if I don't go, they won't go, damn it! They put me on the stove and roast me! But I really don't want to go to that hellish place in Vaskil a second time, you know? That hell place is full of water up and down, left and right, and my legs are shaking when I walk there!"

Muradin's is also a little entangled, in fact, the reason why the dwarves are entangled is the same as Varian, but the difference is that the dwarves are not short of money, so the "apology" sent by Naga who landed from the wetlands is a full hundred boxes of rare ore on the bottom of the sea, which is definitely the best gift for the dwarves, and it is absolutely impossible to refuse.

And it can also be seen from this point that the Queen of the Deep Sea is definitely not a vase, her grasp and speculation of people's hearts have reached an extremely high level, even Muradin, who hates Naga the most, when he saw those ores, his desire for revenge also faded a little unconsciously.

"Hey, actually, if you want me to say, it's definitely not us who are the most irritable!"

Brian Copperbeard, the best of the three brothers, laughed, and couldn't help but play with the small statues of the Kim Esshara era sent by Naga, and winked at his brother,

"Brother, why don't you ask Lady Tyrande and the Sun King and see what they have to say!"

Hearing Brian's suggestion, Magni's irritated face immediately became dull, but then, he was happy.

What can Tyrande and Kael'thas say?

"Hey... Prepare a dress from the Ancient Empire. ”

Kael'thas looked at the invitation in his hand and the fossil of a seed with some melancholy, he turned to Archmage Romans beside him with a wry smile and said, "I now understand why in the manuscript left by my ancestors, we vaguely suggested that we reconcile with Naga, look at our light in the light, what a terrible existence that can see through people's hearts." ”

Archmage Romans, who had always been moody, also responded with a wry smile, and the cards played by Aishara made Quel'Salas unable to refuse.

Naga only gave Kael'thas one thing, the fossil of the miracle tree Akando, and Aishara also stated that Vaskir kept a complete set of cultivation materials about Akando, and that tree is now a spiritual symbol of the rebuilt Phoenix Dynasty of Quel'Salas, much more important than the former sunwell, Kael'thas even did not hesitate to attack the ancient city of Sindra for this purpose, Eresaras, and now Ayshara has what he needs most.

Even if his ancestors had been one of the rebels under Ishara, how could he not go?

Compared to the loss of Kael'thas, the Moon Sacrifice of Nodashir is now a proper despair, she has never forgotten what Aishara said to herself at the bottom of Vaskir, she has no doubt about the execution of the Light of the Light's self-will, and she even suspects that this banquet may have been specially held by Aishara to humiliate and punish her.

But... She couldn't say no either!

The Queen of the Deep is a true "invitation" to other forces, and her personal maid Vaschi, after arrogantly arriving in Nodashir, brings only one sentence to Tyrande.

"Your daughter Shantis Hazuki is a guest in Vaskir, and she misses her adoptive mother very much, so Your Majesty specially sent me to invite the Tyrande Priest and the Grand Druid of Malfurion to the province of Torbarad in the Deep Sea Kingdom for a banquet!"

Despicable threat!

But so what? The victor is never to blame, and with what Tyrande knows about Azhara, if she really dares to refuse to go to the feast, she will receive a part of Santis's body the next day... It was something she couldn't stand it.

Tyrande took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed all the fear and uneasiness in her heart, it was for Santis, not herself, she looked at the arrogant Naga lady in front of her, and said in a deep voice,

"Please tell Your Majesty Azhara that my husband and I will definitely be on time for the feast!"

"Hehehe... Tyrande, you're as smart as you were 10,000 years ago. ”

Vasqi and Tyrande are old acquaintances, but they are also absolute enemies, but even if Tyrande is angry, as Varian said, a new force has emerged in Azeroth, and no one but the Guardians can stop its rise... No one!

The glory of 10,000 years ago and the bearer of this glory... It's back!