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It is a very happy thing to sit in the golden forest and eat lunch, enjoying the warm but not scorching sun.

Most of the food was not freshly made, and there was a special logistics team that brought enough fresh fruits, vegetables, and cheese, so I didn't go hunting this time.

In fact, the High Elves will not easily harm the species of the forest when the logistics are sufficient.

"Give"

Picking up the teapot from the campfire, Sylvanas poured Kael'thas a bowl of hot tranquilizing tea.

This was obviously not brought about by logistics, but picked by the little girl of the team. Tea made with this lowest-level and common herb is a unique habit of the common people of the High Elves, and the Ningshen Flower has a special surname of calming the nerves and awakening the mind, and it is said that when the child can't sleep, drink a cup of this tea, and you can sleep smoothly.

Of course, as a prince, Kael'thas had never drunk such cheap tea before.

He took it with some curiosity, carefully blew the tea noodles cold, and took a sip.

"Great taste."

The tea that enters the mouth exudes a natural fragrance, slightly sweet, and feels a bit like chrysanthemum tea in the previous life.

The unexpected taste made Kael'thas admire.

"I knew you'd like it."

Sylvanas on the side bent her eyebrows and smiled, in fact, this was her favorite tea when she was a child, and she had always wanted Kael'thas to try to drink it, and now she finally had a chance.

'Like the same thing' or something very small, but Sylvanas couldn't help but whisper joy in her heart.

While eating, a High Elf ranger walked up to Kael'thas with the old troll priest, saying that Karma was looking for him.

"Any questions?"

Kael'thas asked the kneeling troll, the old man in front of him always staring at him with very strange eyes all the way, which made Kael'thas feel a little creepy.

[He's not going to be a base, is he?] 】

There had been a thought in his head, but it was quickly dispelled.

It's disgusting to have this kind of thought, it seems that you shouldn't have watched the Harry Potter movie in your previous life.

"His Highness Kael'thas "

In a pure old voice, Karma bowed his head and explained:

"My people have gathered some people, but there is not enough food, so I would like to ask you to give us some food."

The faces of the surrounding High Elves suddenly changed.

Kalmar hurriedly explained:

"All we need is the mage's bread!"

There were already relatively few mages of trolls, and now there was not a single one in these remaining teams, and these Kael'thas had also received statistics.

He immediately understood what to do.

"Solan Liane, you go and ask the mages to make enough magic bread for the trolls!"

Kael'thas instructed the astral on the side, who nodded without question, and was about to leave when Kael'thas stopped her again.

"Give them some water by the way!"

He added that water and food should be well supplied.

It's not that Kael'thas has a good heart, it's just that he thinks it's the right thing to do. He had promised to return the trolls to Zuaman, and he would not break his promise. Water and food are also necessary, and if these small problems cause these peaceful trolls to rebel, they will be in trouble.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think it through, so that's okay, right?"

After Solan Lian left, Kael'thas asked Karma.

"Yes, of course thank you very much!"

Kalmar bowed her head in flattery, but was glad that she was able to negotiate with Kael'thas. It may have been possible to negotiate with someone else, but in the millennia of hatred, Karma didn't think that any elf could be as friendly as Kael'thas in the midst of a thousand years of hatred.

What's more, His Royal Highness the prince would take the initiative to apologize.

Karma didn't know if it was because of the education he received in his previous life, but if he thought about it purely from a racial point of view, the High Elf race was a very arrogant race, unless he really made a big mistake, and it was very difficult to hear their apologies to other races.

[This prince is really different from others]

Thinking so, Karma followed the elven soldiers leading him towards his position, his eyes scanning over the quiet-looking elves beside Kael'thas and the other elves further afield.

The group of mages that the female elf went to

In the light of the arcane, the High Elf mages carried out Kael'thas orders without complaint, just like all other elves.

Combined with his own observations along the way, Karma came to his own conclusion:

[It seems that His Royal Highness the prince has a high prestige. 】

He didn't know what the High Elves thought of the royal family, but it was clear that none of the elves here would doubt Kael'thas orders and would do what he wanted.

This made Karma can't help but have a small spark of hope in his heart

[Maybe there's a chance.] 】

Thinking so, Karma's old hand clenched the wooden staff in his hand.

It was like fate, why was he so lucky to be able to meet this child's team directly.

If it's the woman's child

Is it really possible to change anything?

Karma prayed in her heart and followed the soldier back to where she was supposed to be.

The troll's team now numbered more than 600 people, many wounded, and everyone sat silently on the ground, and the air was filled with a gray smell of death.

Kelmar sighed, didn't say anything, and sat down in the center of them, escorted by the trolls who had come to pick her up.

Soon, the High Elves delivered magic bread, as well as a large number of hydration bags.

This lifted the spirits of the troll crowd a little, and they cried, helped feed the injured people around them with reduced mobility, and gulped down bread and water.

Karma also picked up a piece of bread and bit down a little bitterly.

Dry mouths and dry bread are not easy to match, but you can still feel that the magic bread of the High Elves tastes better than that made by the giant magician.

Should it be said that it is a race with magic flowing in its blood? The same spell, but better than other races.

He hadn't tried the bread of Kael'thas or he would have cried.

This made Karma a little envious, and he had always been envious of this race.

They are strong, beautiful, have a longer lifespan, and are always able to enjoy life more.

Although many trolls have been using rude words to describe these elves, in reality, they are not on the same level in the first place.

Trolls are too primitive, always following old traditions, living savagely and vulgarly. This is not right, Karma thinks, and its ethnicity should not be like this. They can also have the qualifications to enjoy more knowledge and more culture.

But their leaders, no one has ever led them to allow them to do so.

Ancient traditions, once created great brilliance, but now they can only suppress their development.