Perhaps because the Wolf King had never seen Monsoon, or perhaps because he was jealous of the Elven King of Farodis, the Wolf King offered to go with him when Monsoon tried to take Varian to the camp of the Asuna coalition. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As the leader of the alliance and the king of Gilneys, Jean Greymane was clearly qualified to be part of the matter, so Monsoon did not refuse the wolf king's request.

When Monsoon led the two alliance kings to the camp of the Asuna coalition, Farodis stood outside the camp, waiting for Monsoon to return.

He was at a loss for what to do with this new land, whether it was vegetation or distant buildings, whether it was werewolves or hoofed draenei, it made him feel unheard of and unseen, this 10,000-year-old Azeroth felt so strange to him that he could no longer give him a familiar taste.

For as long as he can remember, Farodis has lived in the Elven Empire, whether it was in the royal city of Asarin as a young man, or when he was older, he inherited the throne of the Farodis family and returned to Assuna, his life almost inseparable from the land of the Elven Empire.

And now that he was standing on top of the Elwyn Forest, on the territory of the human race, he felt an indescribable sense of unease and irritability, and at this moment, he couldn't help but think of Asuna.

recalled the royal capital of Asuna that haunted him.

More than once in his mind, there was a thought that in the near future, he must rebuild the royal city of Assuna.

For this goal, he can endure everything, even if it is to temporarily surrender to Garrosh and Queen Azhara, and for this goal, he will do whatever it takes, even if it is to fight for it all his life.

While Farodis was thinking about this, an elven scout came towards him, only to hear: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty Monsoon is coming towards the camp with two humans. ”

The scout's voice interrupted Farodis' train of thought, and he looked over to the scout.

And when he looked up, he already saw someone coming from afar.

Monsoon, Varian, and the Wolf King came on three horses in gray-and-white armor.

"Your Majesty Farodis! I am back! ”

Monsoon tugged at the reins and stopped the horse a few dozen paces away from Farodis, he walked up to Pharodis and bowed slightly.

Farodis felt that Monsoon's move was somewhat unusual.

"Ji, why are you so polite, and who are the two of them, these two people feel like kings to me." Farodis asked, frowning.

At this moment, Varian and the Wolf King also dismounted and walked in front of Farodis.

As usual, today Varian is wearing the same lion eagle heavy armor, his intricate armor is thick and delicate, even if it is made by the armor master of the Elven Empire, I am afraid that he will not be able to make armor beyond this level, and he is also carrying the most famous "twin swords" behind his back, just by looking at it, Farodis knows that this person is extraordinary.

And the wolf king's gray-white hair was very neatly groomed, he was wearing black leather armor inlaid with Mithril tablets, this leather armor was also expensive and exquisite, and he had a sharp thin sword hanging from his waist, this sword was unsheathed, and it shone faintly.

Judging from the temperament of the two people who are still dressed and dressed, Farodis knows that the two are definitely not ordinary people.

"King Farodis, I am the Stormwind King, Lord of the Alliance, and a descendant of House Ureon, Varian Ureon."

King Varian had a scar on his face, and under his eye, it was the mark of his exploits, and it was also the most striking feature, and although the High King was very polite to Farodis, he knew very well that he was not a kind man who seemed so kind.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, King Varian."

Farodis nodded and smiled, and saluted with one hand on his chest.

"This is King Jean, King of Gilneis, both of whom are the most famous kings of our time, Your Majesty Farodis, we are still in Azeroth, but we are now in Azeroth, ten thousand years after the outbreak of the War of the Ancients! It is now thirty-six years of the Dark Gate. ”

Monsoon introduces Jean's identity and explains something to Farodis along the way.

"Ten thousand years later! Thirty-six years of the Dark Gate? ”

Farodis's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

"Your Majesty, with all due respect, I have come to talk to you about our alliance with these two kings, the new alliance! We want to form a brand new alliance! Without waiting for Farodis to think for long, Monsoon said again.

At the moment when Monsoon's voice fell, Farodis's brows furrowed unconsciously.

Monsoon could tell that Farodis was not too interested in it.

"Your Majesty Farodis, Stormwind has been taken over by Garrosh, and now King Varian and King Jean are going to retake Stormwind from Garrosh, if we can help them, then Garrosh will inevitably fall here, and the revival of Asuna will no longer be a dream."

Some things don't lend themselves to delay, and Monsoon tries to finalize the matter as soon as possible.

"Garrosh in Stormwind?"

Farodis asked, and Monsoon nodded, and he continued, "Ji, you said that Garrosh has unrivaled strength, and now you want Arsuna's army to go head-to-head with him?" What the hell do you think? ”

This sounded like a lot of dissatisfaction, and when he heard this, Monsoon's heart suddenly pounded.

He suddenly thought that it was not his subordinates standing in front of him, but the lord of the Asuna royal court of the Elven Empire, Farodis, which was not something that could be easily persuaded by his own words.

Having settled down, Monsoon barely suppressed the uneasiness that was coiling in his mind and said the last sentence.

"Your Majesty Farodis, Varian wants to continue to manage the Alliance, so they don't want to hand over the position of Supreme Commander, for the sake of Asuna and the Alliance, I hope we can cooperate with him!"

If these words are placed in martial arts novels, it means: hand over the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance!

Maybe it's not so direct, but it's also a "seizure of power".

"You mean to make me do his bidding? I'm the Elven King of Assuna, it's impossible, will you obey his orders? Will you give him the army of the Alliance? Farrodis was already very dissatisfied, and he said with some anger. Hum! Let them go! ”

The first negotiation, with the cold snort of Farodis, could already be declared a failure.