"Do you think we need to do this? The orcs' trust in us has reached its lowest point. Gianna clutched her forehead and lay on the desk in front of her, which was piled high with scrolls and parchment.

An elderly female High Elf sat directly behind her, calmly looking at the seemingly weak girl in front of her, as if she was carrying all the sins she had committed.

Alas.

Sighing, the High Elf collected her emotions and said slowly in a slightly hoarse voice, "The demon Zmodler who provoked us to fight with Durontar has been dealt with by us. I believe that Thrall, the great chief of the orcs, will not give up the peace treaty you signed before because of these small frictions. ”

"And what we are doing this time is to bring about a permanent peace between the Alliance and the Horde. After all, our enemies could come to the planet at any moment. ”

Gianna struggled to get up from her desk, her delicate fingers stirring in her long yellow hair.

None of the Theramores would have imagined that their all-powerful queen would be so helpless.

"You may not understand, Your Excellency." Gianna stood up from her desk and turned to look at the old elf sitting calmly in a chair behind her, she frowned and shook her head.

"This demon has done more damage than you might think, and he's more than just stirring up our dispute with Durotar. More than not, he provoked the hatred that was suppressed in the hearts of our people and orcs that could not be forgotten. ”

"Once hatred takes root, it's hard to cut it off. What's more, what he did was tantamount to adding a thick layer of fertilizer to the seeds of hatred in the hearts of all people. ”

Shaking her head and constantly walking around the room, the purple-blue robe rustling on the floor, Gianna said anxiously, "Even now in Theramore, many people are reluctant to have more contact with orcs. Not to mention the orcs who think the same way. ”

The old elf laughed, and she slowly got up and walked in front of Gianna, who reached out and stroked her long hair that covered her face.

With that peaceful smile on her face, it was hard for Gianna to think otherwise, so she could only sigh helplessly in her heart.

"As the guardian of the previous generation, what I can help you is to instill all the remaining life force in my body not long ago." The gray-haired High Elf looked at Gianna with a smile as she continued, "And as your current advisor, all I can do is to guide you to unite the Alliance and the Horde to fend off the invasion of the Burning Legion. You know, that's the enemy that everyone on our planet should face. ”

"But I'm sorry, I can't use the influence I once had to help you, the world should have forgotten me a long time ago." The old elf smiled bitterly, "I can't help you in these areas, I can only give you some advice."

Gianna closed her eyes helplessly, and she lowered her head to listen to the words of the elf in front of her.

"While the Night Elves of Darnassus join the Alliance, it is imperative that the leaders of the Alliance and the Grand Chief of the Horde sit together," the old elf said softly, stroking the green silk on Gianna's forehead, "Only these people can end the long-standing strife between the Alliance and the Horde, and only by having them sit together and have a good talk can we hope to defeat the Burning Legion that will invade Azeroth in the future." ”

"Varian and Sal? That—" Gianna looked up, looking at the elf in front of her, who was calmly staring at her. She gritted her teeth and asked softly, "What about the other kingdoms?" What about Lordaeron? It was there that the Alliance was formed, and they were one of the countries most hurt by the Horde. Don't we take their opinions into account? ”

"But who are you going to let come?" The old elf frowned, "It's been a long time since the heir of the royal family of Minethil appeared. In that fallen human territory, although the Church of Light and the knights of the Silver Hand are rising up, how long can a flock without a leader hold out surrounded by wolves? You know, the undead scourge has gained a foothold in that land, and the rest of humanity is already in danger. ”

"The royal family of Greymane of Gilney, who severed ties with the Alliance after the end of the Second War. No one knows what will happen behind that wall. ”

"The Tolbain family is fighting hard in Riptide right now, and they can't even reclaim their royal city. What's more, they are in dire need of the Alliance's support. ”

Gianna let out a long sigh as she turned her head to look at the giant dinosaur fossil in the middle of the hall of the Mage Tower.

But the elves in front of him were still chattering, stating the predicament faced by all human kingdoms.

"Dalaran..."The old elf turned his head to look at the unfolded purple one-eyed Dalaran robe hanging on a hanger next to him, ".... It's being rebuilt, you know, and I don't think they're free to decide whether or not to participate in this summit. ”

"The kingdom of Alterac has been destroyed, and there is only a group of robbers and thieves left."

"And your native country of Kurtilas ......," the old elf stopped talking.

Her face was filled with inscrutable emotion, and Gianna lowered her head once more, tears falling down her eyes to the floor.

When Admiral Dailen Prodmore, the leader of Kurtilas, died in that battle, in the union of his daughter Gianna Prodmoor and the Orcs, most of the enraged Kurtilas, who had followed the Admiral, turned directly away from Theramore.

They returned to their homeland of Kurtilas, cutting off all ties with the Union. No official representative was ever sent to the continent of the Eastern Kingdoms.

And Theramore.... Consciously forgotten by them forever.

They couldn't understand what Gianna had done, and they weren't willing to forgive Gianna for uniting with the orcs to kill her father.

Although, Gianna's original intention was only to allow humans and orcs to have a safe environment.

However, the cost of doing so was too great for her.

She is close to betraying her family, she is resented by 95% of Kurtilas, and she may not be able to let go of this in her life, and she will not be able to return to the kingdom of Kurtilas where she grew up.

To this day, Gianna doesn't know whether what she did that day was right or wrong.

"That's not your fault, no one would have thought that the admiral would still want to attack the orcs in that situation." The old elf gently held her in his arms, stroking her long, silky hair, and soothing her sad emotions.

"Now, the only one who can represent the alliance and have the most powerful is King Varian Ureon of the Stormwind Kingdom. He is the only one who can unite humanity again. Our non-human allies, dwarves and gnomes, will also support his decision. ”

The sobs faded as Gianna was drawn to the elf's words.

For the hard-won peace between humans and orcs, and for this peace, his father fell in the previous dispute.

I have already paid such a huge price for peace, should I give up halfway? The answer is definitely no!

“......”

Gianna was lost in thought, and reason told her that this matter couldn't just be left as it was. This kind of decision made by other countries that have crossed the alliance, even if other countries will not say anything now for various reasons, will inevitably make other human kingdoms disgusted in the future.

If this is the case, it will inevitably have an impact on the future war to unite the various races against the Burning Legion.

Seeing Gianna's frowning brow, the old elf returned to his chair and sat down with emotion.

She spread out her palms, looked at the thick wrinkles on the tips of her fingers, and whispered, "I used to be arrogant and empty-eyed. I am self-righteous in my belief that the conservatism of the council has become a shackle that binds me to the protection of this planet. Therefore, I am not following the orders of the council...."

The old elf looked a little remorseful, and she clenched her fists tightly. It took a few moments for her to calm down, and she spread her hands slightly, continuing to look at them and said in a slow tone, "However, what I did has caused permanent damage to Azeroth. ”

Gianna looked at the old elf who was curled up in the chair and was a little rickety, and for no reason she felt distressed, she quickly stepped forward and squatted in front of her, holding her hands tightly.

But before she could say anything, the old elf stopped her with a smile.

"For this, I paid a long time to atone for my sins. I am willing to sacrifice my life to fulfill my duties as a guardian and to protect the world I love so much. ”

At that moment, the magic puppet's report rang out.

"Master, your letter."

Gianna quickly stood up, rubbing the corners of her reddened eyes as she pulled a handkerchief from her body and wiped her nose.

When everything was cleaned up, she turned and walked to the puppet standing at the door of the room.

Take the sealed bottle, pull out the cork, flip the bottle and pour out the thin note inside. Gianna opened it and looked at it closely.

The old elf didn't say much, she sat down in her chair, looking at Gianna attentively, her eyes full of kindness to her children.

After a long time, Gianna handed the note to the elf with a strange expression.

"No, tell me what it says." The elf shook his head, unwilling to take the note.

"There's a lot going on," Gianna waved her hand, and the magic golem slowly exited the hall.

She went to the bookshelf in the corner of the room, whispered a few incantations in the starry scrolls, and several solid parchment scrolls jumped out of the bookshelf and followed her.

"The High Lord of the Silver Hand Mograini has died, the illustrious paladin of the Silver Hand, Rock Harvey, accusing their Supreme Commander Saidan Dassault Khan of being a demon?! Thus, the hand of silver has been divided. ”

The scroll in front of him floated in the air and opened, and a white-blue light shot straight through it, and the images of human paladins appeared and appeared in each open parchment.

Gianna frowned as she looked at the parchment scrolls open in front of her, her eyes quickly searching for the images, but soon her brow widened.

"Harvey! Harvey! Harvey! Found it, Maury Harvey! Oh, he had a son named Locke. ”

The elf's brow furrowed, and she then spoke, "I'm more concerned about the supreme commander Dassault Khan who was accused of being a demon than the paladin. ”

"There's definitely something wrong with a paladin who doesn't accuse his superior of being a demon for no reason."

"There's definitely something wrong with that," Gianna said after carefully reading the information about the Harvey family, and then put it back into the bookshelf.

"Maybe the paladins can't understand how demons lurk in the crowd. And we," Gianna snorted, "the mages are happy to uncover a demon lurking among the paladins, and the demon Zmodler is his next role model." ”

"You're going to Lordaeron?" The elf frowned.

"Yes, I have to go," Gianna nodded, and she continued after a moment's thought, "The Alliance and Horde Leaders Summit should not be attended by only one person, and this is also to avoid some undue disputes between humans in the future. ”

"Besides," Gianna sighed, straightening the yellow-white hair on her forehead, "I want to see how Lordaeron is doing. ”