The meeting with Romans surprised everyone.

When they arrived, Romans still had a thick tome in his hand. Hearing their footsteps, he looked up. The Blood Elf ** Master was wearing a traditional red robe, but the collar was a little unusual, covering the lower half of his face. Only a pair of eyes were exposed, the eyeballs were very deep peacock green, the eyes were cold and wise, and there was no trace of color when looking at people.

"You may be seated." He closed the book in his hand and threw it away. The book flew to the bookshelf behind him as if it had wings, and plunged itself into a gap.

A delicate tea set flew out of the glass cabinet by the wall. The teacher just moved his fingers, and in a moment a pot of fragrant tea had been brewed. The tea was gently poured into the teacups and brought to everyone.

While Thea was still looking with admiration as if an invisible butler was operating the process perfectly, North had unceremoniously picked up the teacup in his hand and took a sip elegantly.

"You'll enjoy it as always. Master, it seems that the expedition has not changed your way of life either. ”

Romans didn't drink the drink in front of him, and looked at Nos lightly: "Long time no see." General Nathanos. How many years ago was the last time you were in Silvermoon City? It doesn't seem like much of a change in your appearance. ”

"I'm flattered that you remember a little person like me. But for men, looks are not very important. As long as it doesn't look annoying. North touched his face and replied with a grin.

Romans smiled slightly, perhaps because he had been expressionless. The smile was fleeting on his face. "I was surprised to hear that you are coming again. To my surprise, you came to me first...... I thought you'd go visit your old friend first. ”

"I think it would be a surprise for you, and maybe it would be worth it." North replied without saying a word.

Romans still had an indifferent expression, and his peacock green pupils flashed with a cold light: "You will be worth the trip." I know what you're thinking, you thought I'd stop an alliance with General Sylvanas, but, in fact......" His eyebrows raised slightly, as if he had thought of something pleasant, and a rare unfamiliar smile appeared on his grim face. "I'm not against that."

Xia quietly took a sip of tea and listened quietly.

North clapped his hands, "I knew Romans, you would make wise judgments. ”

"But......" Romans quietly interrupted him with his hand on his jaw, "I wonder if we are allied with General Sylvanas, or with ...... Clan alliances? ”

North chuckled inwardly.

"The allies of the Forsaken will be allies of the Horde......" Thea began. A hint of surprise flashed in North's eyes, but it didn't stop her, just raised the teacup and took another sip.

Thea looked at Romans without fear, and the smile on his face was just right: "However, our orc and troll allies are far away in Kalimdor, thousands of miles away from the Eastern Kingdom. The fighting on Kalimdor's side has not stopped. ”

Romans stared at her with blazing eyes, one second, two seconds. He clapped slowly. "Young lady, your words make perfect sense."

"I need a guarantee!" Roman looked at Sia meaningfully. "I'll only acknowledge the agreement with the Windrangers, not with the green-skinned guys."

Here comes the final topic.

"I don't want to see any green-skinned guys in Quel'Thalas, and of course, blue-skinned ones. You know what I'm referring to. ”

North breathed a sigh of relief. "As you wish."

"Very well, if nothing happens, I think I need to meditate for a while." Romans indifferently assumed the pose of a send-off.

In any case, the result was much better than North had expected, so there was no need to upset Romans over such a trivial matter.

Not long after North and the others left, a Blood Elf woman walked upstairs from the mage tower.

"Master, I'm very happy. You've heeded my humble advice. The woman didn't seem to be afraid of the ** teacher, she smiled gently.

"That's because it's Liadrin—because your loyalty to His Highness is unquestionable. You're quite right. Although Windranger was once the general of the Silvermoon Ranger, she is now the queen of the Forsaken. We need to put this in the long run. Romans said with his eyes closed, his tone full of undisguised disgust: "Who called Lotherma great now?" Just the thought of being in the same camp as those green-skinned disgusting things makes me unhappy. ”

Romans, who had always hated orcs when he heard that he was going to form an alliance with the tribe, originally planned to refuse outright. But when he returned to Quel'Thalas, Countess Liadline, who was also highly regarded by the prince, pointed out another possibility for him, and convinced him completely.

As the rightful heir to the kingdom of Quel'Thalas, Prince Kael'thas was on an expedition out of the world. As time passed, Lotherma's influence and control over Silvermoon City as regent grew by the day. This has always worried Romans and Liadrin, who are descendants of the royal party.

It's a good time to join the tribe at this time.

Sindore hated orcs second only to the undead scourge. The public announcement of joining the tribe was bound to cause an uproar among the lower classes of the people. If they can do it right, they can use the people's hatred of the orcs to suppress Lotherma's influence.

On the other hand, the Alliance's previous betrayal and defection to the prince made them remember it vividly and hated it deeply. Hordes can now be used to drain the Alliance's strength, leaving humans or nosy Night Elves with no time to interfere with their control of the remaining magic of the Sunwell. Most of the Sindore, who is part of the royal family, are mages, and their dependence on magical sources is very serious. With the constraints of the tribe, it is convenient for them to profit from it, take the opportunity to develop their own power, and make all preparations for the prince's return to seize power!

"Sindore will never bow his noble head." Liadrin's hand lit up with a pure white and bright light, and looking at this light, she smiled holy: "Also, Master Romans, I request by the way, this envoy group, please send me." If their horsemen were clever enough, they would value my strength—the power that the tribe never had—from the gift of His Highness the Prince. ”

Romans beckoned, and the unfinished book was in his hand again. He looked through it and said nonchalantly. "Hmm...... It's okay, I don't know who the rangers will send there. ”