"Who is it again?!" The captain of the guard was furious, pushed his men away, and followed the sound, only to see a black-clad masked man galloping in this direction, and behind him sat a night elf woman with a wooden stick in her hand.

The masked man was a skilled horseman, rushed to the road of kings, circled, turned around and ran back. Immediately, the woman dodged and jumped down, picked up the stick and whipped left and right, driving away all the guards who were holding down the three people.

"Adult......" The three people who got out grabbed Isara's hand, and they were so excited that they didn't know what to say.

The captain of the guard stared at the stick for a moment, gasped, and hurriedly ran back, shouting loudly as he ran, "Clerk, come quickly." ”

Isara looked left and right at the three of them, shook hands vigorously, and said in a deep voice, "Take out our flags and follow me to the meeting!"

With that, Ishara took a step forward, stretched out her hands forward, straightened the scepter, looked at no one, and strode forward along the path of kings.

Behind Isara, Rona wiped her tears and followed closely, and behind her was a solemn and solemn expression. Dorian followed at the end of the group, pulled out a blue brocade flag from his bosom, raised his hands above his head, and spread them in the wind.

What kind of flag is this?

It was a bloodstained banner, the pattern on which was indistinguishable, charred black in some places, and a corner was missing. After the windward wind unfolded, the black ash mixed with the bloody gas drifted all the way, blowing on the faces of the people on both sides.

Everyone was dumbfounded, and the square of 100,000 people was silent, such an envoy group was beyond their imagination.

Facing the legations, a civilian officer in a robe ran panting, he was the clerk of the conference.

Isara, still staring at the scepter, swung her legs vigorously, throwing out drops of blood.

The clerk ran to Isara's side, following her all the way, carefully examining the Scepter as she went. Then he ran to Dorian's side to sift through the flag, and when it was confirmed, he chased after the envoys and ran towards the Hall of Heroes, shouting as he ran.

"The Arathi Basin envoys have arrived! Captain Isara-Lord Nightwind has arrived! The Arathi Basin envoys have arrived! Regiment Commander ......"

In the Hall of Heroes, the young king Anduin-Wryon had just placed the seal of Stormwind on the parchment, and was stunned when he heard the sound of nothingness.

Shocked by this, the regent of Stormwind glanced back at Matthias Shore in the audience, and frowned at the door.

Magni Copperbeard and Mecatok paused, looked at each other, and put down the seal of the king, which was about to be covered.

Cheng Xiaotian's heart tightened, Huo Ran turned around, and also looked at the gate of the Hall of Heroes.

Everyone stood up and looked at the door, and the noise suddenly rang out.

"Lady Isara!" There was a cry of surprise from the water elf camp, and a woman in a red magic robe struggled to line up the crowd, completely ignoring etiquette, and rushed towards the door, her footsteps making the ground "thump".

"Norbulingka." Cheng Xiaotian was full of emotion, finally, everyone came.

Outside the main hall, Isara's steps were calm and firm, walking past groups of people, with surprised faces, and soon came to the front steps of the hall.

"Lady Isara!" Norbulingka rushed out, stunned by what he saw.

"Knight Norbulingka, please be in the ranks." Isara, still as calm as a mountain, said as she ascended the steps, her eyes never off the scepter.

Norbulingka didn't know what was going on, but it was clearly not the time to ask, and hearing Isara's orders, she hurried down the steps and followed Dorian Solomon. The five of them lined up and walked into the Hall of Heroes with their heads held high.

"Woo......"

As soon as Ishara stepped into the Hall of Heroes, there were exclamations in the hall, and everyone was stunned.

I saw Isara's blood-stained robe, covered in dirt, her hair messy, the hem of her clothes tucked into her waist, her trouser leg rolled up high, and there was a bloody hole in her right calf, which was oozing viscous plasma.

Behind her, two women looked like her, with abrasions on their faces.

When the only male member stepped into the main hall, the hall was in a complete uproar, and the banner that had been completely stained with blood was so dazzling and shocking.

Looking at them, Cheng Xiaotian's hand holding the hilt of the sword subconsciously tightened, and fire suddenly erupted in his eyes. It's hard to imagine what kind of difficult road they have gone through and how many battles they have gone through to finally come here.

The five men still didn't look at any of them, didn't say anything, they lined up in a row, and walked forward in the eyes of the crowd until they reached the throne.

The little king was a little overwhelmed and looked at the regent beside him, but the regent only stared at the five people who were getting closer and closer, and his face was gloomy and terrible.

Magni Copperbeard and Mecatok rested their cheeks with one hand, thoughtfully.

Such a scene is unheard of.

Boom!

Walking to the throne, Ishara thumped her scepter, and the five finally stopped. For some reason, the 10,000 people at the venue secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the hearts they were carrying were a little more settled.

Isara's gaze, which had been staring at the Scepter, finally moved away, and looked up around the venue, and everywhere she looked, the venue that had been noisy just now fell silent again, and each other's breath could be heard. All present were Lianda's diplomats, with a keen sense of smell, and knew that something would definitely happen next.

After sweeping around, Isara's heart was a little flustered when she didn't find Cheng Xiaotian, but she immediately adjusted her mood, paused her scepter again, and spoke. Her voice was stirring and full of complex feelings, echoing in the huge hall.

She said: "I am the head of the envoys of the Arashi Basin, and I have walked through thousands of mountains and rivers with flags and scepters, experienced fierce winds and sands, flowed through raging flames, and evaded repeated pursuits, and finally came to this palace and stood in front of all the kings."

Hearing this, everyone's brows furrowed.

Ishara took a deep breath, suppressed her agitated emotions, and continued: "Along the way, we have experienced many crises, suffered many hardships, seen many loyalties, and many betrayals, and many people died before our eyes, some heroic, some innocent. I have lived for 300 years, but those 300 years together are not as much as this journey has touched me, and I have been exhausted along the way. ”

With that, Isara, holding a scepter in her left hand, bowed deeply to each of them.

"It's very touching." Berval-Furtagen, who had been silent in thought, suddenly spoke: "Since your envoy has arrived, please take a seat and speak, your place is there."

With that, Berval-Vortagen pointed to the row of seats by the door, stepped forward slowly, and sat down on the steps.

Isara slowly straightened up, turned her head to look at the radiant regent of Stormwind, and smiled. "Is there still a place for us here?"

Ishara slammed her staff again, faced the king's envoys on both sides, and said in a loud voice, "There is no place for us here, but we are still here because there is one thing that must be said to you."

Then she walked briskly to the guest seats, looked at the big men, and said, "We think we represent the light, and we do things so that we do not violate the principles of justice, without which we will gradually become evil and eventually degenerate into believers in the devil."

The envoys nodded their heads.

Ishara Huo Ran turned around, looked at the regent of Stormwind City in front of the throne, gritted her teeth and roared, "But not long ago, among us, something happened that even a demon would be ashamed of!" (To be continued.) )