Embarrassed to put down the goblet in her hand, Randra slowly got up and walked to the large, well-lit window not far away, and then looked out without saying a word.

She kept bending and ravaging her long orange hair with her white hands, as if it was a very difficult decision.

Locke knew that the elves had a very difficult time during this time in history. However, compared to humans, they are quite stable. And the human race of Lordaeron is miserable, with no fixed place to live, and lives in fear every day.

Just when Locke felt that the atmosphere was a little awkward, a somewhat deep voice came over Landra.

"Pain, hatred, suspicion, betrayal, this scene is constantly present in Quel'Thalas, the land that once made us so glorified."

"As I said before, it's a shame on me." Randra sighed deeply, then turned to look at Norris and Locke, Locke to be exact.

"Arthas! That damn human prince destroyed everything, destroyed the magic we relied on for survival, destroyed our peaceful and rich life. Randra's voice was filled with nostalgia for the good old days and resentment for the enemy, and Locke, who was here, had no intention of being the best target.

"Seriously, the first time I saw you, I wanted to turn you into a sheep, let you produce milk every day, and atone for all the elves of Quel'Thalas!"

Locke grinned, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Even if I become a sheep, I should be like a dwarven bighorn sheep, right? It can't be a docile sheep, let alone a ewe?

"Our people have lost their homes, their land, their loved ones. and even become monsters like those who have lost their minds outside. They have no food source and no clean sip of water to drink. Now it's about to fall, and even the kingdom that protects its homeland will be gone! ”

"It's all because of Arthas!"

Landra's cold drama was a little softer, and she looked at Locke and said solemnly, "As the Magus of Silvermoon City, I know that I don't blame you for all this. It was you, the mad prince, who committed all these crimes. ”

"But what's wrong with us elves?!" The more Randra spoke, the more angry she became, and she couldn't help but growl a little, "Why us elves! To endure this unbearable pain?!! Just because of your crazy prince? ”

"Look outside!" Landra snapped his fingers, and all the windows in the room snapped open. Unable to control his emotions, Randra pointed outside and looked at Locke angrily.

"A land corrupted by black magic! Civilians killed by the undead! Then under the power of black magic, staggering back up! Raise your butcher's knife to your former loved ones! An elf who has become a heartbreaker due to a lack of magical energy!! That's it! It's all a heap of crimes committed by your damned prince!! ”

"You ruined everything we !!"

For a moment, the room was silent, except for Randra's angry panting. Locke lowered his head and looked at the scarlet wool carpet beneath his feet without saying a word.

Alas, to be scolded for Arthas, this is really not a good taste.

But who made you a Lordaeron?!

Who made Arthas once the prince of Lordaeron?

The elves who have suffered such a catastrophe really need an outlet to vent. I'm afraid it's not just Landra who thinks so, all the elves think so. Although they know that it is not the fault of human beings, the elves who have nowhere to vent their grievances always want to pour out their grievances, so they will involuntarily vent their resentment on human beings.

In this way, even if they have good literacy, the elves will have a lot of other thoughts in their hearts when they see themselves as humans. I'm afraid that the purpose of my visit this time will be difficult to achieve, and if the people in power spread some rumors among the common people that they are not good for humanity, then these two races will probably become enemies...

Thinking of this, Locke suddenly sank, and he was afraid that his goal would be difficult to achieve.

The elven prince Kael'thas Sunstrider had escaped from the prison of the Dalaran Sewers a long time ago, and with it came a thousand-year-long alliance, a loosening and even a rupture between humans and elves.

If nothing else, Kael'thas was already in the Outlands by this time. Follow Illidan to find a solution to his people's addiction. And Illidan also taught Kael'thas to absorb the skills of magic from living creatures, mana drain, as a substitute for the elves' dependence on magic addiction.

Even, the magic energy of the Burning Legion demons has become a source of energy for the elves. Due to the influence of magical energy, the eyes of the blood elves began to gradually turn emerald green, and the color of their skin became somewhat similar to that of the evil orcs

Thinking of the Heartbreakers I had seen before, their green eyes were not the blue eyes of the usual elves. The answer is simple, only elves who extract the magical energy from other creatures will turn into green eyes.

According to Norris, the Heartbreakers weren't green eyes before, and they don't whip people to jerky, they just snatch all items that contain magic.

Locke sighed, his trip was destined to be a trip to nothing...

If nothing else, Kael'thas must have contacted Silvermoon City's current administrator, the regent Lotherma Theron. And, he was taught this method of controlling his addiction. And these people who are rampant everywhere and have a strong aggressive heartbreak may be just a small mistake in this method of controlling addiction.

With the actions of the humans who once imprisoned Kael'thas, all his current attempts will be in vain...

Immediately, Locke became worried again, history is still moving forward as always, is it still the blood elves still to join the tribe? You really can't change it?

While Locke lowered his head in thought, Norris bit her lower lip and looked at him. As an elven ranger general of Quel'Salas and an official of the human kingdom of Lordaeron, Norris is in a dilemma.

There is nothing wrong with the words of his friends, and now his compatriots are indeed living a difficult life. In the same way, she knew that her race should not pay for the madness of a human prince. And the disaster suffered by the kingdom of Lordaeron is no worse than that of the elves, and in the final analysis, it is the people of the two countries who suffer.

"If it weren't for your kingdom Lordaeron, which is now on the verge of extinction, I wouldn't let you Lordaerons go!" Randra snorted a few times and continued, "Lordaeron, has paid for its stupidity. ”

Locke opened his mouth to say something.

At that moment, a piece of paper with a sparkling spot of light flew in from the observation hole reserved by Carter, flapping its wings. In the eyes of everyone in the room, the paper circled around the room several times, and was finally grasped by Carter's transformed arm.

"Declare it in advance! If it's Sutherier's stupid pig! Let me prepare the supplies for the banquet and I will definitely use the big fireball to second him!! Landra looked at Carter with indignation and said menacingly.

"Unfortunately, my master. I'll be sure to prepare the Magister's materials for you. Carthus, who had finished reading the letter, said mechanically. I will definitely save you, master, from the interrogation of the Magister Council. ”