Ever since joining forces with the High Elves to fight against the Amani trolls, Riptide Castle has entered a tense state of readiness and cannot afford to let up. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It seems that such a cheerful scene as today only happened on the day when Soladin the Great defeated and subdued all the human tribes and established the Arathas Empire.

And it's not the same as it was then.

At that time, only the descendants who followed closely behind Soladin the Great and the large number of commoners were celebrated, and the nobles of the large clans were not happy—they were not too happy that anyone who was forced to become someone else's subordinate and lose their former high position.

And now, the whole country is jubilant, and even Quel'Salas in the north has sent an embassy to participate in the celebration.

Although the local war is still going on, and the generals of Arathor are still chasing down the Amani trolls everywhere with those elite troops, the King of the High Elves has to sit in Silvermoon City to command the war.

But.

An atmosphere of celebration can dilute sorrow, and a mood of joy can drive away pain.

After so many years of war, too many people have lost their relatives, friends, and lovers, and the Arasso Empire is full of broken families and homes, and every citizen of the empire who has experienced blood and fire needs this celebration.

Further to the north, the High Elves of Quel'Thalas, who have never been free from trolls since they left the continent of Kalimdor with the Sunstrider family and came to this strange land, all the children of Quel'Thalas, who were educated from birth, knew that their greatest, if not only, enemies in this land were trolls.

After thousands of years of confrontation and defense, the High Elves have always been in a passive situation in the war with the trolls because the population is too scarce. If it weren't for their powerful rune technology and the establishment of a perfect rune defense system, maybe the race of High Elves would not exist in this world for a long time.

The High Elves have experienced more suffering than humans, and they cherish this hard-won victory more, so they are more grateful to the humans who helped them win the war, especially Soladin the Great.

"My king has informed the nation that all the High Elves are grateful for the selfless help of the Arathor Empire. In the name of the Sunseeker family, the High Elves and humans have forged an alliance that has not been easy for thousands of years, and that the Sunseeker bloodline will always remember the kindness of the Soradin bloodline. As long as the descendants of the Soladin bloodline need it, the Sunchaser family will go all out and never give up. ”

The Emissary of Quel'Thalas, who brought with him the promise of the High Elf King, will remain in the bloodline for thousands of years, forever etched in the bloodline until the extinction of the Sunstrider family, or the extinction of the bloodline of Soradin.

It was the first time that the haughty High Elves had bowed their heads, like the humans they once despised and disdained.

From this day on, the human race, this young race, began a long road of development and would eventually become the masters of the Eastern Kingdom.

The celebration banquet lasted for three days and three nights.

Riptide Castle brought out all the good food and wine, and this time even the stingy nobles were generous, and the smell of dusty wine was so fragrant that Merry, who had a small amount of alcohol, was the first to get drunk.

Sean looked at Merry who fell to the ground, and thought to himself, I haven't seen you for a few years, you kid is a lot heavier now than before, even if Mentor Serena uses the levitation technique to reduce weight, I will definitely not carry you back to the mage hall.

"Sean, don't you drink?"

Mentor Serena wore a long dress and a glass of wine and walked up to Sean.

She looked so beautiful, plump where she should be, slender where she should be, and there was not a trace of fat on her body.

The High Elves are both male and female, all of them are as beautiful as flowers, and Mentor Serena is the best among them.

She stood in front of Sean so gracefully, graceful, with wine on her head, and her pretty face was flushed, like a peach.

Sean was stunned, then took his eyes off Mentor Serena, and said with a smile: "Mentor Serena, you are one of the members of the Elven Mission, you should be sitting at the main table at this time, accepting the hospitality of Emperor Soladin, there should be a group of nobles surrounding you, how can you have time to come here?" ”

Probably because of the alcohol, Sean's throat was a little dry.

He hurriedly drank half a glass of wine, hoping to moisten his throat - unfortunately, it made him understand what it meant to drink to quench his thirst.

A hint of disdain unconsciously appeared on Serena's face.

She looked at the human nobles in the distance, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said lightly, "Those people make me feel a little disgusting...... Sean, don't talk about them, now let's find a quiet place, I want to hear your story. ”

"My story?" Sean hesitated.

In fact, his focus is more on "quiet places", which is too incomprehensible.

Mentor Serena stared at Sean with a pair of flattering eyes, a scarlet blush on her cheeks.

I don't know why, the more she looks at Sean, the more pleasing she feels, the only thing that is not so good may be that he is too young, not small somewhere, but too young and not mature enough......

She looked away with difficulty, then whispered, "yes, your story." Where did you come from, where have you been all these years, what secrets do you have, do you have someone you like......"

In the end, Sean still didn't go to a quiet place with Serena because Mentor Serena drank too much.

Mentor Serena was lifted aside and handed over to the care of the court maids.

Sean ignored Merry, who was lying on the ground, and then slipped outside alone, blowing the cold wind to sober up a little.

This time, the harvest was great.

On the first day of the celebration, Emperor Soladin rewarded a large number of meritorious people, among which Shaun naturally emphasized.

The news of Sean's sharing of mana connection knowledge has spread throughout the Alterac Mountains and the Araso Heights, and all the nobles want to get acquainted with this young arcane saint, and a large number of young noble girls regard Sean as the best choice.

Soladin has once again raised his title.

He canonized Sean as the "Sage of the Arcane", a title that far exceeded Sean's contribution, and even those legendary archmages in later generations were not qualified for this title...... Sean, however, is different.

Humanity has just learned magic and witnessed the power of magic to change the tide of battle, and at this moment, humanity needs a hero, a role model, a leader, and human mages need someone who can represent them and lead them.

Although Merry is the first high-level mage of the human race, he is obviously not as mature as Sean appears.

And Sean was once a saint of the arcane, and it is logical that he was crowned a saint of the arcane at this time. (To be continued.) )