"Long time no see, Lord Romans. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Standing in the delicate hall, Belmont looked at the familiar buildings around him, his eyes were full of nostalgia, and with a relaxed tone, he greeted the archmage who was on guard in front of him.

"Humph!" Romans snorted coldly, looked at Belmont, and said in an unkind tone, "You are not welcome in this city, Death Knight. What are you doing here, or what are the Knights of the Black Blade for? ”

"I'm just going home!" Belmont replied, "I haven't been back for a long time, and I'm going to go home before I go to Northrend." ”

"By the way, help a friend and bring something for his family."

"I don't think so, Death Knight." Romans said with a look of disgust, "Not long ago, the Forsaken came here. I don't see the Banshee King miss her hometown, but she almost didn't aim her bow and arrow at the kingdom of Quel'Thalas. ”

“...... I'm not the same as General Sylvanas now. ”

"In my eyes, you are all separated by a hill!" Romans chopped his staff to the ground.

Belmont fell silent, surrounding the familiar attire of the hall and the wary eyes of the guards. It was a look of distrust and disgust, from national hatred, from family hatred, from fear and hatred of the undead.

"I call Quel'Salas my home...... Belmont began, "I have shed my blood for this city, and I have given my life for this country." Not only me, but also many people like me in the Knights of the Black Blade, fell into that disaster. ”

"They're Kurdila, they're Saranore, they're Siokes......"

"They have been longing to bask in the light of the Well of the Sun once again, hoping that one day they will be able to return to the Forest of Eternal Song and return to their home called Quel'Salas. But we also know what we are like now, my brothers and my sisters, they are all scared ......"

"We dare to take revenge on the Lich King, and dare to break all obstacles. But we are also afraid, not of the Lich King's power, and not of the Scourge of ......."

Belmont's gaze scanned everyone in the room, whether it was the guards or the Magister, all bowed their heads under his gaze. Even, when he finally stared at Archmage Romans, this powerful archmage couldn't help but look away.

"What we are afraid of is only the unfamiliar eyes of our relatives in the past, and rejection. Because of this, no one of my clansmen dared to return to Quel'Thalas. Even if we knew that we could go home as long as we passed through the Eastern Plague Lands, no one other than me wanted to set foot on this land that was probably unfamiliar to us. ”

"We are not separated from the Forsaken, Archmage." Belmont said solemnly to Romans. "So, you are not qualified to question us street children...... No one. ”

For a moment, there was silence in the room.

No one spoke again, and the guards guarding the room bowed their heads, and Archmage Roman looked at the death knight in front of him with complicated eyes, silent.

......................

Da-da-da-da!

A sound of footsteps broke the awkward atmosphere in the room.

The current ruler of Quel'Salas, Regent Rothmar Theronmai, entered the room, and his presence broke the silence in the room.

"Archmage, I've heard that we have a friend from the Knights of the Black Blade on our side." Lotherma walked into the room and saw the black-armored knight with his back to him.

"It is said that it is still a former clansman, is it this messenger?"

"Yes, Lotherma." Seeing the regent who walked in, Roman breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, and said to Lotherma who walked in, "This is a death knight from the Knights of the Black Blade, and it is also ....... A former Sindore. ”

"Hello, compatriots from afar." Lotherma set her sights on the Black-Edged Knight, who had his back to him.

"Whatever your reason for coming, Quel'Salas welcomes friends!"

"Yes! Friends, old friends......." The Blade Knight, who had his back to Lotherma, spoke, and in his words, Lotherma felt a familiar feeling, as if he had heard it somewhere.

When the Black Blade Knight turned and faced him. Lotherma's eyes widened, and she looked at the familiar figure in disbelief. It was the appearance of a former friend, but that person had long since been lost to the Scourge in Lotherma's memory with the destruction of the former Silvermoon City.

"Long time no see," Belmont smiled inexplicably as she looked at Lotherma's shocked look. "It's been a few years in the blink of an eye, hello, Cuong!"

...........

Cuong, the current regent of Quel'Salas, is a nickname that gives him an indescribable dislike, however, this nickname, which has only been called by one person, is the friend who forcibly pressed it on his head.

Hugh Belmont, an elf with a strange name and strange behavior, was once a military mage.

Now, when this familiar nickname was once again pressed on his head by a familiar person, Lotherma's whole body was blinded. Subconsciously, Lotherma shouted.

"I'm not called Cuong, how many times have I said that, don't call me that, Belmont!"

Of course, the Regent's sudden shout of gaffe also stunned everyone in the room. Someone, however, laughed out loud out of place.

"Haha....... Cuong, long time no see! Belmont laughed out loud.

"You!"

Lotherma reacted, looking at the strange eyes of the guards and archmage Romans in the room, and the whole person was not good.

"Alright, okay, don't be angry!" With a smile on his face, Belmont waved his hand and asked, "What about Haduron?" Why don't you see him? Weren't you all inseparable at the beginning? Even if they were all peeking at the female rangers taking a bath together, they were caught and beaten by the general together.........."

"Shut up!"

Romans and the guards around him looked at Lord Regent's expression even more strangely. This made Lotherma feel more embarrassed than ever, and he waved his hand to signal the guards to leave, and under the strange eyes of the guards before leaving, Lotherma wanted to kill the bastard in front of him who kept splashing him with dirty water.

"Alright, Cuong, don't be angry!"

Looking at Belmont, who didn't care about it in front of her, Lotherma couldn't help but rush up and strangle him. However, what little sanity he had left kept him from rushing up and beating people now.

"You, really ........," Lotherma asked, with a tone of confusion and a slight anger.

"Belmont, Hugh Belmont!" Belmont put away her smile, looked at Lotherma with a serious face, and then bent down. "Former Ranger General Sylvanas's subordinate, a military mage. The current fortress of Acherus, a member of the Knights of the Black Blade, has met the regent of Quel'Salas, may the sun guide you. ”