Jean smiled wryly - he knew Liam was comforting himself - back to Gilneth? Even if I can go back to Gilneth in this life...... But in what capacity did you go back?

At that moment, the room was gently pushed open; Jean Greymayne stood up vigilantly, and then saw his court mage, Drami—and, of course, another.

It wasn't a person, exactly—long pointed ears and eyebrows, a tall, slightly slender figure, a splendid and ornate robe, and a jaw that was raised high even when walking—it was a High Elf.

"Dramie, who is this ......?"

Jean Greymayne asked in surprise.

"You're Jean Greymane? King of the Kingdom of Gilneis? ”

The High Elf asked himself without waiting for Dramy to speak.

"Former King, Your Excellency. The Kingdom of Gilneth is no more. ”

Jean Greymayne said cautiously.

"This matter is not over yet, Your Majesty King Jean. We will not allow those humans to run amok on this continent with impunity, nor will we sit idly by and watch them continue to have that ridiculous say in Dalaran...... From now on, you are our guest, His Majesty King Jean. You're safe here, those human hands can't reach Quel'Thalas. ”

The High Elf said loudly.

"Thank you......"

Jean Greymane was a little confused—the elf spoke in a completely different way than he had seen in humans.

"Well, then, please allow me to be absent."

The High Elf nodded, then squirmed a few times as he muttered something that Jean Greymane didn't understand—the king of the kingdom of Gilneth had just realized that the High Elf spoke the lingua franca well.

In the next second, a light purple arcane light flashed, and the High Elf vanished in place; It was only then that Master Dramy spoke.

"Your Majesty King Jean, that one is a member of the Council of the Silvermoon, a powerful mage...... His lifespan. It is longer than the history of our country...... He will be our protector here, and even the kingdom of Lordaeron will not be able to harm us here. ”

Master Dramy said respectfully to Jean Greymane.

A High Elf mage who has lived for thousands of years?

- Getting this surprising news, Jean Greymane was surprised at the same time. The heart, which was already a little dead, slowly began to live.

Maybe...... Do you still have a chance? Maybe...... These ancient and powerful High Elves will soon come into conflict with the kingdom of Lordaeron, and when that time comes......

- Jean Greymayne thought as a smile slowly appeared on his lips.

It was almost the first time in the past time — in the time since the outbreak of war with the Alliance — that Liam Greymane had seen his father smile.

"Father, what are you thinking?"

Liam Greymayne asked in surprise.

"I want to ...... We can speed up the process. ”

Jean Greymayne said with a smile.

"What process?"

Master Dramy asked, surprised.

"The course of the war."

Jean Greymayne mumbled, and walked over to the desk in the room. Picking up a quill pen and letterhead, he began to write quickly—even in Quel'Thalas, Jean Greymane still had a lot of fans to trust; When he can't set foot in human society, these people can help him do something.

Obviously, for there to be a war between the High Elves and humans, all it takes is ...... A little blood, and a little bit of death is enough, isn't it?

……

Arthas, who was in the royal city of Gilne, of course, didn't know what kind of conspiracy was brewing in Jean Greymane, he just stayed in the gardens of the royal palace of Gilnes and watched Winlessa and Gianna play merrily.

"These two mentally handicapped ......"

Frost Sorrow stands by Arthas's side. Muttered - as a great little magic sword, she could never understand this mortal game, whether it was something called "hide and seek" or "pitcher game".

In Frostmourn's opinion, it is better to waste physical strength and energy on such a thing than to think more about how to deal with the exuberant energy of his master that seems to never be exhausted by long nights, and sometimes even during the day.

"What did you say?"

Sylvanas was not far from Arthas and Frostmourn, and when she heard Frostmourn speak ill of her sister, she yelled at her angrily.

"Humph!"

Frost Sorrow squinted at Sylvanas and ignored her—in the eyes of the little magic sword, the banshee king who had been chasing after his master in the original stream of time was not a good thing.

"Alright, alright, Sylvanas...... Ms. Frost just said casually, don't be serious with her. ”

Aurelia pulled her sister. Whispered persuasion - anyway, it wasn't the first time that Winlessa had been scolded by Frost Grief, and in Aurelia's opinion, her sister really didn't care too much about such things.

"His Royal Highness Prince Arthas, Lady Aurelia. You're all here. ”

Just then, Rona Crolley walked into the garden and said loudly.

"Ms. Rhona."

Arthas smiled and greeted the noble girl of the Kingdom of Gilneth - shortly after the fall of the royal city of Gilne, Rona Crowley's father, Lord Darius Skrore, arrived here, and thanks to his efforts, most of the nobles chose to compromise. Perhaps the surrender of a few of them was only superficial, but after Jean Greymayne fled and disappeared in disarray, few nobles of the Kingdom of Gilnes were willing to stand on his side anymore.

King Terenus was grateful to Lord Darius Scrore for his role in the war, and Arthas naturally couldn't snub his daughter—especially after something like that happened.

Rhona Crolley blushed when she saw Arthas, and remembered the scene of that night; But she admired Frost's sad bearing, or rather...... The thickness of the skin - the beauty of the fiancée did not have any emotional fluctuations when she saw her, as if she was holding Alsace that day with the thick / big /

"Your Royal Highness, Prince of Arthas, the conversation between my father and His Majesty King Terenas has ended...... His Majesty the King asked me to come to you and say yes...... Gianna's father, His Majesty King Daryn Proudmoor of the Kingdom of Kurtilas, is here, and you are invited to drink Gianna over. ”

Rhona Crowley shook her head, leaving the messy scene behind her, and said to Arthas. (To be continued.) )

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Jean smiled wryly - he knew Liam was comforting himself - back to Gilneth? Even if I can go back to Gilneth in this life...... But in what capacity did you go back?

At that moment, the room was gently pushed open; Jean Greymayne stood up vigilantly, and then saw his court mage, Drami—and, of course, another.

It wasn't a person, exactly—long pointed ears and eyebrows, a tall, slightly slender figure, a splendid and ornate robe, and a jaw that was raised high even when walking—it was a High Elf.

"Dramie, who is this ......?"

Jean Greymayne asked in surprise.

"You're Jean Greymane? King of the Kingdom of Gilneis? ”

The High Elf asked himself without waiting for Dramy to speak.

"Former King, Your Excellency. The Kingdom of Gilneth is no more. ”

Jean Greymayne said cautiously.

"This matter is not over yet, Your Majesty King Jean. We will not allow those humans to run amok on this continent with impunity, nor will we sit idly by and watch them continue to have that ridiculous say in Dalaran...... From now on, you are our guest, His Majesty King Jean. You're safe here, those human hands can't reach Quel'Thalas. ”

The High Elf said loudly.

"Thank you......"

Jean Greymane was a little confused—the elf spoke in a completely different way than he had seen in humans.

"Well, then, please allow me to be absent."

The High Elf nodded, then squirmed a few times as he muttered something that Jean Greymane didn't understand—the king of the kingdom of Gilneth had just realized that the High Elf spoke the lingua franca well.

In the next second, a light purple arcane light flashed, and the High Elf vanished in place; It was only then that Master Dramy spoke.

"Your Majesty King Jean, that one is a member of the Council of the Silvermoon, a powerful mage...... His lifespan. It is longer than the history of our country...... He will be our protector here, and even the kingdom of Lordaeron will not be able to harm us here. ”

Master Dramy said respectfully to Jean Greymane.

A High Elf mage who has lived for thousands of years?

- Getting this surprising news, Jean Greymane was surprised at the same time. The heart, which was already a little dead, slowly began to live.

Maybe...... Do you still have a chance? Maybe...... These ancient and powerful High Elves will soon come into conflict with the kingdom of Lordaeron, and when that time comes......

- Jean Greymayne thought as a smile slowly appeared on his lips.

It was almost the first time in the past time — in the time since the outbreak of war with the Alliance — that Liam Greymane had seen his father smile.

"Father, what are you thinking?"

Liam Greymayne asked in surprise.

"I want to ...... We can speed up the process. ”

Jean Greymayne said with a smile.

"What process?"

Master Dramy asked, surprised.

"The course of the war."

Jean Greymayne mumbled, and walked over to the desk in the room. Picking up a quill pen and letterhead, he began to write quickly—even in Quel'Thalas, Jean Greymane still had a lot of fans to trust; When he can't set foot in human society, these people can help him do something.

Obviously, for there to be a war between the High Elves and humans, all it takes is ...... A little blood, and a little bit of death is enough, isn't it?

……

Arthas, who was in the royal city of Gilne, of course, didn't know what kind of conspiracy was brewing in Jean Greymane, he just stayed in the gardens of the royal palace of Gilnes and watched Winlessa and Gianna play merrily.

"These two mentally handicapped ......"

Frost Sorrow stands by Arthas's side. Muttered - as a great little magic sword, she could never understand this mortal game, whether it was something called "hide and seek" or "pitcher game".

In Frostmourn's opinion, it is better to waste physical strength and energy on such a thing than to think more about how to deal with the exuberant energy of his master that seems to never be exhausted by long nights, and sometimes even during the day.

"What did you say?"

Sylvanas was not far from Arthas and Frostmourn, and when she heard Frostmourn speak ill of her sister, she yelled at her angrily.

"Humph!"

Frost Sorrow squinted at Sylvanas and ignored her—in the eyes of the little magic sword, the banshee king who had been chasing after his master in the original stream of time was not a good thing.

"Alright, alright, Sylvanas...... Ms. Frost just said casually, don't be serious with her. ”

Aurelia pulled her sister. Whispered persuasion - anyway, it wasn't the first time that Winlessa had been scolded by Frost Grief, and in Aurelia's opinion, her sister really didn't care too much about such things.

"His Royal Highness Prince Arthas, Lady Aurelia. You're all here. ”

Just then, Rona Crolley walked into the garden and said loudly.

"Ms. Rhona."

Arthas smiled and greeted the noble girl of the Kingdom of Gilneth - shortly after the fall of the royal city of Gilne, Rona Crowley's father, Lord Darius Skrore, arrived here, and thanks to his efforts, most of the nobles chose to compromise. Perhaps the surrender of a few of them was only superficial, but after Jean Greymayne fled and disappeared in disarray, few nobles of the Kingdom of Gilnes were willing to stand on his side anymore.

King Terenus was grateful to Lord Darius Scrore for his role in the war, and Arthas naturally couldn't snub his daughter—especially after something like that happened.

Rhona Crolley blushed when she saw Arthas, and remembered the scene of that night; But she admired Frost's sad bearing, or rather...... The thickness of the skin - the beauty of the fiancée did not have any emotional fluctuations when she saw her, as if she was holding Alsace that day with the thick / big /

"Your Royal Highness, Prince of Arthas, the conversation between my father and His Majesty King Terenas has ended...... His Majesty the King asked me to come to you and say yes...... Gianna's father, His Majesty King Daryn Proudmoor of the Kingdom of Kurtilas, is here, and you are invited to drink Gianna over. ”

Rhona Crowley shook her head, leaving the messy scene behind her, and said to Arthas. (To be continued.) )

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