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Archmage Antonidas said. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ever since Jean Greymane of the Kingdom of Gilneth deliberately sowed a discord between humans and the High Elves a few years ago, there has always been a bit of a gap between the two sides, even after the truth of the matter has been revealed.

Once a rift is created, there is nothing that can be repaired.

Fortunately, the relationship between the two sides was maintained, and the presence of Aurelia and her High Elf rangers, as well as the mediation of the magical city of Dalaran, played a decisive role.

For Dalaran, although it is a magical city established by humans, because of the yearning for the free and expansive atmosphere in it, many High Elf mages, and even some Black Iron Dwarven mages, have come to Dalaran to study arcane here.

The prince of the High Elves, Kael'thas Sunstrider, is a member of the Dalaran Kenrito Council and has a good relationship with Archmage Antonidas.

Over the years, most of the things that have involved both sides have also been conveyed through Dalaran, and this time is no exception.

"Teacher Alonsos is not in good health, and I am afraid that there is no way to ask for his consent in this matter...... However, I suppose that the Knights of the Silver Hand exist to defeat the enemies of humanity, and apart from the necessary armament to guard the church, we will be all at your command, Your Majesty King Terenus. ”

Uther said solemnly.

Although the power of the Light could still keep him in good spirits, Uther, as his disciple, deliberately began to lighten Alonthos Fao's burden, and he kept many things from his teacher.

It wasn't a usurpation of power, but Uther didn't want Alonsos to be overworked by these trifles.

"That couldn't be better...... However, please send my greetings to Fao and wish him a speedy recovery. ”

King Terenus nodded in approval of Uther's words, and then expressed his condolences to the body of Archbishop Alonthos Fao.

Although he hadn't been seen for some days, the Archbishop's place in the hearts of the followers of the Light was not even comparable to that of His Majesty the King here.

"The Knights of the Silver Hand, the militia of Riptide, the royal guards of Lordaeron, the Brotherhood of Iron Horses in Stormwind, the navy of the Kingdom of Kul Tiras, the mages of Dalaran, the rangers of Quel'Thalas, the dwarves of Ironforge...... Tsk, I seem to be reminded of the war with the orcs six years ago. ”

King Solas sat in his seat and said with a heroic smile.

"yes!"

Anduin Lothar had a rare smile on his face.

Not only the Marshal of Stormwind, but everyone present, including Arthas, nodded with feeling.

The last time these forces came together, they defeated the formidable orc legions, destroying all the monsters that had flooded into the world of Azeroth.

And now, six years later, they are gathered together again, this time, what kind of enemy are they about to crush?

Military meetings in Lordaeron's palace lasted all night, kings and important ministers discussed the details of the war with solemn faces, and their opponents stayed awake all night in the vast primeval jungle of the distant Ghost Lands.

"Maragos, disturb my rest so late, and if you don't have a reason to convince me, you can put yourself on the barbecue. ”

Zu Jin still wore his mask, standing on a high platform in a magnificent complex, and said in a stiff tone.

"Please do not be impatient, my lord. As for your revenge plans, I think your enemies may have to come to your door in advance. ”

At Zujin's side, a hunched troll said with a flattering expression, this troll didn't look as strong as his other compatriots, he had several bottles and cans of various sizes hanging from his waist, and his features and teeth were as ugly as if they had been corroded by some acid.

"Came to the door, you mean, those elves dare to go deep into our jungle?"

Zu Jin said with his eyes widening.

"They have done so, my lord. The High Elves have never set foot in the depths of our jungle in the last ten years, and their strange behavior this time, I think...... It could be a precursor to a war. ”

The troll named Malagoth replied.

If Arthas had been here, he would have been amazed at the troll's wit.

Arthas didn't think that the actions of Aurelia and Winresa could hide from all the trolls, but he didn't expect that this Malagos would deduce the human battle plan based on just this small sign.

"Boom...... If that's the case, it would be great!I'm worried that they won't come to the door!Let them come, Malagos, my warriors have long been eager to drink blood, and soon, the world will once again submit to the majesty of the Amani Empire!"

Zu Jin let out a strange laugh, and his mournful tone was like a ghost crying wolf in the jungle in the middle of the night.

When the first rays of the morning sun cast into Alsace's bedroom, shining a gray glow through the thick curtains, Frost Sorrow struggled to sit up from the bed.

He stretched his arm slightly, a feeling of soreness that made Frost Sorrow furrow his delicate eyebrows.

With a wave of his hand, a pale blue dress with a yellow floral pattern flew from the corner of the room and covered Frost Sorrow's naked/naked body.

"The master is really, obviously going to leave today, but he still refused to let go of Xiaoshuang last night...... Woo...... It's so uncomfortable!"

Frost Sorrow moved her body, then grumbled to herself with a sullen expression.

At Frostmourn's side, her lover, Arthas Minethir, Prince of Lordaeron, is asleep.

The sturdy body lay beside Frost Sorrow with its hands and feet, and the velvet quilt with pale golden veins was messy at Arthas's feet.

Below the muscular lower abdomen, between the two strong thighs, stood with a mountain-like head held high, which was the kind of Frost Sorrow who loved and feared her, and who had just tossed her back to death last night.

"The master has become so powerful now! every time he enters Xiaoshuang's body, it seems like he wants to tear Xiaoshuang apart, what can he do in the future...... If this continues, the swollen area under the small frost will not have time to go down!"

Glancing at the object that made no secret of its presence, Frost Grief slapped her hand on the goose-egg-sized tip in disgust, and then said in a huff.

"Hmmm......"

Obviously, this is the most sensitive part of Artace's body, and he certainly won't be indifferent when he gets hit hard.

With a muffled grunt, Arthas snapped his eyes open.

"Ah, master, you're awake!"

Frostmourn noticed this, screamed, and shrank back like a child doing something.

"Hmm, Frosty...... What time is it?"

Arthas asked, sitting up.

Of course, Arthas didn't expect an answer from Frostmourn's wounds, and judging by the brightness of the room, he could roughly infer that he was up a little late, but still in time.

"Master, don't ...... Not now, you're going to set off with the army soon!"

Noticing that Arthas was looking at him, Frost Grief shuddered and couldn't help but complain.

"What? I'm just thinking about where I took off my clothes last night, what are you talking nonsense, Xiaoshuang!"

Arthas glared at Frost Sorrow, with a belt?