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"I can try to communicate with my father."

Kael'thas walked up to the old troll and spoke.

In the cold wee hours of the morning, Karma knelt here all night, and his already somewhat dazed head heard this sound, like a bomb exploding, and woke him up in an instant.

"Your Highness!"

He looked up in surprise and looked at Kael'thas with moist eyes, his dry lips trembling a little.

At this moment, too many surprises, reversed from despair, made this troll a little unable to hold back the shock and emotion in his heart, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"But!"

Kael'thas went on to say:

"In addition to the conditions you said before, you have to promise me two conditions!"

He placed two fingers in front of Karma, proving that trolls need to give more.

"1. All trolls are directly ruled by us, allowing the High Elves to enter Zuaman and control it, including culture and education."

This is the bottom line of the High Elves, and it is reasonable, and Karma has long been prepared for this, so he did not object to this request, and after acquiescing, Kael'thas continued with the second point.

"Second, all the existing troll soldier organizations are temporarily disbanded, and all those who are above the middle level and cannot stay together must obey our arrangement."

This is a measure to completely prevent the troll rebellion, and without the organization, and the control and restriction of every threatening professional, it can be said that even if the troll has bad intentions, it will be difficult to succeed. Moreover, if the High Elf soldiers occupy Zuaman, then they will definitely send soldiers with a certain amount of experience to control them. And these soldiers, Kael'thas is sure that almost all of them are high-level professionals.

Because they are advanced as adults, these high-level professionals make up the highest percentage of all the High Elves. Kael'thas is very cautious in asking trolls above the middle level to be controlled. He believed that among the existing trolls, there would not be many of them, and it would not be difficult to control.

Of course, this is a very bad situation for trolls. But Karma had no choice but to quickly agree.

Personally, he thinks that anything else can be given up rather than the death of all his kind.

"Good."

The old troll's attitude was better than expected, much to Kael'thas's relief. In fact, these requirements may seem excessive, but they are indispensable. Only if the old troll agreed to this request could he try to persuade his father.

Kael'thas didn't have much contact with his father, but he knew that he was a man of race, just like his mentor.

It was thousands of years of hatred in itself, and if such a thorough condition was not met, then his father would not have allowed this room for negotiation at all. But Kael'thas believes that slaughtering trolls in the current situation is not the best option. Leave room for everything, and if he can, he would like to try another path. Trolls have come to this point because they have not chosen to be more open to other races. The High Elves will be abandoned by the Alliance in the future, and it is inevitable that there will be some reasons for closure and racial supremacy.

"Get up, then, and come with me!"

Kael'thas told Karma to his feet and said to him.

The old troll staggered to his feet, his wooden staff on the ground, apparently prolonged prolonged prostration that prevented his feet from moving freely.

"Where are you going?"

He asked.

"To see my father"

Kael'thas replied:

"I can't do this alone."

"Whether you succeed or not, it depends on your performance!"

He waved his hand, and suddenly a soldier beside him bowed and went to prepare.

"Ding"

"You've received the quest [Troll's Hope]"

The system prompt sounds, and Kael'thas successfully triggers another mission.

He sighed secretly, wondering if his behavior was right. The High Elves and Trolls have hated each other for so many years, how much of a storm will he cause by making such a choice?

Shaking his head, he didn't dare to think about it. Kael'thas walked forward with the old troll, a closed grove.

There was a small clearing in the woods, and when Kael'thas walked there, several mages were drawing circles on the ground, and then put in a few arcane crystals.

"Your Highness"

Once they had everything in order, they bowed to Kael'thas and left, and Sylvanas, as the protector, came to Kael'thas's side.

She stared coldly at the old troll with cold eyes, and was called up early by her subordinates, but at this moment there was no slightest mess on her body, and her golden hair was neatly draped behind her back, with a unique fragrance.

[Why is it a little familiar?] 】

Kael'thas, who was standing with her, sniffed the smell with some confusion, not knowing why.

This action made Sylvanas a little flustered, and deliberately changed the flower bath, and also put on a completely different spice. But even so, did Kael'thas sense something strange?

When she was Kylesara, she also wore a different scent, which was a disguise to prevent others from identifying her last name. However, a person's body fragrance, no matter how much it is hidden, will still be noticed by familiar people.

"Your Highness, I'll open it."

Otherwise, Kael'thas continued to welcome, Sylvanas said a word to him, and then went to activate the circle.

She's a ranger, but she's also a mage, and as a pro close to the saga, Sylvanas is no longer limited to a single pro. Of course, the familiar bow and arrow will still be her most powerful weapon.

The circle glowed blue and gradually opened.

The golden light then gathered and condensed in the air.

Kael'thas, who was already familiar with the process, became nervous, and the virtual image of King Anastarian would soon appear, and with it, there might be a cold insult that he was unhappy with receiving this notice.

It's a long conversation, one that decides the fate of trolls.

After daybreak, the sun shines through the mist, and the conversation finally comes to an end.

"Ding"

"You have completed the quest [Troll's Hope] and gained 8000 XP!"

In the end, Kael'thas and the others were victorious, and thanks to his fierce fight with the old troll, he was victorious.

One he himself does not know whether it is a victory or not.

“”

Coming out of the woods, the sunlight on their bodies became warmer and warmer, and a few mana dragons swam mischievously into the woods from their side, Kael'thas was silent, looking at the pale-faced old troll beside him and asked:

"Again, can you really do it?"

"Of course"

The old troll replied hoarsely, his cyan face was still strangely pale, and even if the sun was shining, it didn't give him a little rosy.

Just as cold as his heart at the moment.

"I don't have a choice"

He looked at Kael'thas with an incomprehensible insistence in his eyes, and then the old troll bowed to Kael'thas with a deep and reverent bow, and said:

"Wait for me to meet you, my lord"

Yes, Kael'thas is about to become their new lord

This is what Kalmar has wanted so far. Perhaps, only Kael'thas is the most suitable person to lead them.

However, this may not be something to be happy about, at least there is only an aura on the face of Sylvanas standing on the sidelines that is even colder than Karma's.