Happy days always pass quickly. In the happy and busy preparations of the blood elves, the New Year is soon approaching.

Three days before the New Year, the Elven Gate welcomed the first wave of guests: a new tribe from Kalimdor.

The new tribe was made up of Orc Chief Thrall and Bane, son of the Minotaur Chief of Mogaure? Bloodhoof leads, and of course Hamuel? Rune Totem, who came on behalf of the Cenarion Council. It is worth mentioning that there are no trolls in the ranks of the new tribe, and the reason for this goes back to the moment Sal received the invitation.

On that day, the Blood Elf Scouts received an order from Lotherma to go to Astalo, and the scouts who went to Kalimdor Orgrimmar were treated with being teleported directly to the eastern coast of Orgrimmar, where Romans and Haduron had last appeared.

The moment the Blood Elf Courier opened his eyes, he saw a wild boar fighting with a velociraptor in the middle of a fight. Adhering to the good education of Prince Quelsala, the messenger did not hesitate to rush forward and slash the boar to death, and only after watching the velociraptor disappear with the boar in its mouth did the messenger set foot on the steps of Orgrimmar.

The Blood Elf Courier stood at the gates of majestic Orgrimmar, shocked by the tall and rough lines of the city.

"High is high! It's still not as beautiful as our Silver Moon City. The messenger muttered, but kept walking towards the gate.

"Come, stop! What do you do, Elf! Orgrimmar's guards stopped the Courier's progress.

"Please inform Your Excellency the Honorable High Chief, the Messenger of Quel'Salas has come to deliver the message!" The messenger explained what he was trying to do.

"Stand here and wait!" A guard ran towards the valley of wisdom in the city.

After a moment's effort, the guard panted and frightened, and said, "The chief let you in!" ”

The Courier followed the guards towards the Valley of Wisdom, and along the way the Courier was amazed by the ingenuity of the city's designers to connect the valleys together to form a huge city. "This designer must be a great engineer, and his talent should be no less than that of a dwarf craftsman." The Courier thought to himself, but he could not have imagined that the designer and builder of the city was a goblin.

In the Valley of Wisdom, in front of the chief's residence, the guard stopped and said to the messenger, "Go in yourself!" The Chief is waiting for you inside! ”

The messenger thanked him and stepped into the hall.

"Silvermoon City messenger see His Excellency the Chief!" The Messenger saluted Sal respectfully.

"The Messenger does not have to be polite! It's been almost a year since your archmage and ranger general last left. Our trade has progressed quite well, and I've seen your beautiful magical artifacts. Is there anything going on with Prince Quelsala this time? Sal asked gently.

"Your Excellency, I'm here to deliver an invitation. On the occasion of the New Year, there will be a big wedding ceremony for His Royal Highness the Prince, and there will be a military parade, to which His Excellency the Chief is specially invited. The messenger handed over an invitation.

After carefully reading the invitation, Sal said, "Your Royal Highness is polite! I will definitely go there at that time, and when the time comes, please send your Excellency the messenger with me, and experience the customs of our side here during this time. Thrall called for a guard to keep the messenger in place.

"Thank you, Your Excellency!" The messenger thanked him and followed the guard.

"Someone! Go get Lord Woking! After the messenger left, Thrall instructed the guards to bring Woking in.

After about an hour, Woking arrived in the hall, and instead of sitting on a chair, he squatted there, and said, "Sal, what is the matter with me?" Isn't that hateful group of humans harassing again! Wait until I go and cut their heads off! ”

"Don't worry, old man! It's not about fighting! Let's take a look at this invitation first! Thrall handed the invitation to Woking.

"Quel'Salas? It's the cunning elves again! Sal, are you going to go? Woking asked.

"Go! Why not! This is an opportunity for us to place our power in the Eastern Kingdom! Not only am I going, I'm going to take you with me! You don't want to meet your old friend Zurkin! Sal asked.

"Zulkin is not my friend, he is my enemy, they have discarded the traditions of the trolls!" Zurkin said angrily: "Besides, this is an invitation from someone, and it is not for me, I won't go!" After saying this, Woking, with his fangs dripping with saliva, continued to squat there and draw circles.

"Oh well! You, Lord Woking, are here to watch your home! Sal said teasingly.

Just as Sal and Woking were chatting with each other, a rough and loud voice sounded outside the Chieftain's Hall: "Sal! The old cow came to you to discuss something! ”

"Old fellow! The old cow is coming! Let's pick it up! Thrall and Woking walked out of the Chieftain's Hall together, and saw a bipedal wyvern descending from the sky in the doorway, and on top of it sat a tall minotaur.

"Kane! Old folk! What the wind is blowing you in! Thrall stood on tiptoe and patted the minotaur on the shoulder. It was Kane, the minotaur chief of the Mogaure steppes? Bloody Hoof.

"Sal, I received an invitation today, and I'll be coming to you soon!" As a minotaur, his personality has always been straightforward, and Kane explained his purpose without going around in circles.

"Coincidentally, Sal also received an invitation today!" Woking, crouching behind Sal, spoke.

"I'm rubbing! Woking, when did you come! Kane said in surprise.

"......" Woking was rather speechless, and said, "I've been here all along!" Then he turned and walked into the Chief's Hall.

"Come on, old man! Let's go in and have a cup of tea and talk slowly. I have the 'Magic Tranquility Flower Tea' that I just got from Quel'Thalas. Sal invited Kane in.

In the Hall of the Chiefs, Saar, Woking, Kane, and the tribal triumvirate sat around drinking tea.

Kane spoke, "Sal, what do you think of the Blood Elf Prince's invitation! ”

Sal took a sip of tea and said, "What else can you see!" Of course, I went to the ceremony! I've heard that this Prince of Quelsala is not easy! Within a year of awakening, they had cleared the territory of the remaining natural disasters, repaired the sunwell on which they depended, and suppressed the trolls of Zuaman. Now it's strong! ”

After saying this, Sal took another sip of water to moisten his throat, and then said: "Whether we go to this ceremony or not represents our attitude. If we want to open up in the Eastern Kingdoms, we must rely on the Blood Elves. So this time we have to go, and we have to go very solemnly. ”

Old Niu Kane nodded affirmatively when he heard Sal's words, and said, "You are very right. But I can't go, you know, we're facing a threat from centaurs and pig-headed people, and I need to be in the middle.

I'll let Bane go with you, and let him go out and see the world. ”

Thrall said, "Old man, I understand your difficulties! In addition to having Bane represent you, you can have Hamuel go, I think the Blood Elves are now in dire need of a druid's repair spell to restore the Death Scars in their realm. ”

"Okay! I'll go back and arrange it now! Let Bane come to you in advance, and you can go together when the time comes! Lao Niu drank the water in the cup in one gulp, turned around and left, and turned back as soon as he walked to the door and said: "Sal, the tea is good tea, next time change to a big cup, your cup is too small to drink!" ”

Old Bull Kane's words made Sal laugh, and even Woking, who had been silent, bared his fangs and laughed.