The gently undulating hills resemble a folded carpet, yet the last of the colors of late summer after autumn has not faded.

Rolling hills are lined with pines, sycamores, maples, and oak trees that make up this vibrant forest. The breeze of early autumn is not bleak but enough to dye the autumn leaves red, and the original verdant forest is kneaded with mottled rust red, like the colorful colors flowing on the canvas, the delicacy and warmth of autumn often capture the heartstrings of most first-time travelers who arrive here

As far as the eye can see, the grass and trees are deep green, the drizzle is misty, and the slightly cold air seems to shroud the whole forest under a layer of mist, like a fairyland. In late summer and early autumn, the scenery of Alwyn Forest is always so mesmerizing that you never get tired of seeing it.

Of course, not everyone who comes to Alwyn Forest will be immersed in the tranquility......

"What a tiresome weather ......"

Some of the dull blonde hair was mixed with a few strands of silver, and the long-lost young "Ember Bringer" muttered unpleasantly as he looked at the drizzle that enveloped the entire Elwyn Forest.

Alessandro Mograini has never liked rainy days, and even more so since the Scourge raged in Lordaeron.

The gloomy weather always reminded him of the gray, misty, obscuring and enduring clouds of smoke in the plague lands today. That environment always seemed too oppressive, even with the patience and stoicism of a paladin? There is always a day when patience is worn out.

The fertile soil of the homeland that was rich and peaceful in the past has become as lifeless as it is now...... Every time he thought of this, there was always a fiery anger burning in Mograine's chest, scorching the sanity and heart of the Scarlet Crusader Lord all the time.

"Maybe D'Athohan should be allowed to come to this party. He was always better at dealing with politicians. "Retract your gaze from afar. Alessandro Mograini casually complained to his old friend: "It's better to have a fight with those guys. I still hope to hurry up and clear a few more natural disasters and recover Stratholme as soon as possible......"

"After all, it is a leadership summit, and it is difficult for us to win enough bargaining chips if Dassault Han's attendance is not justified."

Dressed in red and white bishop's robes, the Grand Prosecutor Ethan Lion smiled lightly at Mograine's complaints, comforting and patiently analyzing the joints:

"Our current status is only a few dead people, although the Scarlet Crusade is formed by the people and soldiers of Lordaeron, but after all, it lacks the legitimacy of the Minethil family, if we want to expel the undead and complete the great cause of recovering the country, we must win the support of other countries and forces. And it will be difficult to do this with Dassault Han's prestige and connections alone......"

Mograini didn't understand these truths, but he was still a soldier and a paladin at heart, and he really didn't want to get involved in the dirty political struggle.

Gently tugging on the reins of the war horse under his crotch, Alessandro Mograini did not respond, but put away the complaining horse and rode forward without saying a word. After a long period of silent riding, when the rain and fog finally subsided, a fortress-like wall appeared in front of everyone.

This section of the wall has never been used to defend against heavy attacks, the base of the wall is only five or six feet thick, and the protection of the tower is only a little bit of a building protruding from the wall. Because at the time of its construction, the Second Orc War was already coming to an end

On the not-so-solid city walls, there stood a number of elite figures - elite and well-trained soldiers. The military of Stormwind.

They were armed with swords and shields and wore heavy silver-white armor. Wears a pointed helmet. The blue robes on the chest are emblazoned with a golden lion's head. The lion lowered his eyelids, as if waiting for an opportunity at all times. The figures that stood still in the wind and rain and were silent and speechless lightly outlined the calm and restrained momentum of this army.

Dozens of slightly aging non-commissioned officers stood in front of the other sergeants, seemingly loose but vigilant.

Most of their shoulder armor has a blood-dripping ogre head or troll head emblem on them, indicating that they are veterans who fought in the first or second orc war and survived the bloody battle against the orcs. Even the Ash Messenger, who was still secretly judging those elite soldiers just now, couldn't help but cheer up and show a little bit after seeing these veterans of a hundred battles.

Veterans who have fought for the blood of the country, regardless of their strength, are respectable and respectable.

After identifying Mograini and checking the documents, Alessandro Mograini and his party finally entered the city walls and arrived at the destination of their trip under the respectful guidance of the veterans.

North County Abbey.

A quiet place surrounded by mountains, it is also the real venue of this alliance summit.

"Good day, Grand Lord Mograini. Good day, from the Scarlet Crusaders. ”

A thin man who looked shrewd and capable led a small group of guards to greet everyone and saluted everyone with a warm smile. Mograini easily recognized him from memory - Madias Shore, head of MI7, a young man with a lot of skill and skill.

"Hopefully we're not late, knowing there's a long way to go from Fireplace Valley to Alwyn Forest."

Jumping off his horse, old Mograini handed the reins of his horse to one of the guards behind him, and asked with a warm smile: "Have you waited a long time, has the meeting begun?" ”

"The time is just right, Your Excellency, the other leaders are resting and ...... in the monastery Well, 'gossip', the meeting hasn't gotten down to business yet. Please, I'll show you the way. ”

Halfway through the conversation, Madias Shore looked slightly strange and embarrassed, and Mograini noticed this but pressed his doubts to the bottom of his heart, and did not break it. And when he pushed open the door of the venue under the leadership of this young man, he easily understood the origin of Matthias Shore's embarrassment......

As the oak door was pushed open, a fierce quarrel was clearly heard.

"Tenred Prodmoore, a fool who only grows muscles and no brains." A middle-aged man with a disdainful face was sneering at the other side of the conference table, "I never expected it. Kul Tirath will be in your hands in the end. Oh, now I have foreseen the decline and fall of this kingdom! ”

Aiden Pernord...... When will you, shameless traitor, banished filthy fellow, also qualify for the summit? ”

Tenred Prodmoor - the eldest son of Dailene Prodmoor and the younger brother of Gianna Prodmoor - the prince of the kingdom of Kul Tiras, who inherited his father's tough character, narrowed his eyes slightly at this moment, and retorted with a sneer without showing weakness.

"Hide in your rat hole and lead the crumbs around you to be your robbers and bandits, the future of Kul Tiras is not your turn to worry about the poor maggots."

“……”

The quarrel continued, but old Mograine, who had listened with interest for a moment, had already turned his attention to the others in the room.

The most conspicuous in the room were the three mages dressed in robes, which were very different from the other noble costumes or generals.

Two of the elders, Mordra and Derlandon, had dealt with Mograine during the Scourge invasion. It's quite familiar. However, the identity of the young mage was not recognized by the High Lord of the Scarlet Crusade for a while. However, it is certain that the young man who is qualified to sit on an equal footing with Modra and Derlandon and participate in this summit is not surprisingly also a member of the Council of Six of Kenrito.

Mograine looked at him curiously, in the impression that the High Lord had of few mages. The members of Kenrito's council are likely to be pale and emaciated by their studies, but with eyes on their eyes, just like Antonidas once was. But old Mograini did not expect that such a tall, stout man who seemed to be able to mount and fight with even the most elite horsemen would be one of them.

"You must be Lord Mograini, the Ember Bringer, right? I'm Ronin, from Dalaran. The man's senses were keen, and he sensed the gaze of the Scarlet Crusader Lord. He was surprised for a moment, then took the initiative to stand up and stretched out his hand very respectfully. "I've heard many stories about you, Your Excellency."

[Unlike most mages who think highly of themselves, this is a very polite young man. 】

The Great Lord stretched out his hand and shook Luo Ning gently, and made an evaluation of this young mage with a good first impression in his mind, but his eyes crossed the tall figure of the other party and looked at the other young man in the field.

At a distance from everyone, there was also a tall young man, his facial features were handsome, revealing the aura of aristocracy, and his expression was very strict.

He was dressed like a traveler on horseback, but the fabric looked noble, and the edges of his cloak were trimmed with fur. However, if you look closely, the clothes on his body are also stained with the wind and frost of the journey. The white neckline is embellished with a jewel, and the hair is a neat short haircut. He had a strap, and underneath it was a horn with silver tips, resting on his lap.

At this moment, the young man looked at Mograini, who was shaking hands with Ronin, and his eyes suddenly showed a light mixed with curiosity and admiration.

"Garin Tolbane!" Walking quickly in front of Mograini, the young man simply and neatly gave the legendary paladin a knightly chest salute, and took the initiative to introduce himself with a sunny face, "Welcome, Your Excellency, High Lord." ”

Thorbain!

In the same way, old Mograini's expression suddenly became known, and he immediately knew the origin of the young man - Riptide Castle, the Highland Knights - the descendants of the Troll Slayer. A young knight, this identity gave Garin Tolbairn a natural favor to the Ashbringer.

Unfortunately, Alessandro Mograini's good mood didn't last long, and a tiresome tone spoiled it.

"Look, who is this? Alessandro Mograini? Aiden Pernord, the first clown, a descendant of the Kingdom of Alterac, seemed to have finally noticed the noise, and instead of taunting the young admiral, he turned his gun on the newly arrived Mograine and said, "This seems to be the summit of the heads of the Seven Kingdoms, right?" How? Lordaeron's royal family is dead? ”

"Oh, by the way, please forgive me for my useless memory, I almost forgot, Terenus Minecil was killed by his own son many years ago, ah, poor old dog!"

Aiden Pernord taunted the stall hand who had not forgotten to be pretentious, pulled out a look of regret, and then let out a gloating laugh in the next second.

The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly cooled down.

The leaders present at the meeting frowned one by one, staring at this guy who was constantly provoking contradictions from all sides.

Until, a sonorous sword drawing sound came!

The Ash Messenger suddenly unsheathed, and the pure white holy light was dazzling, and for a while, the entire auditorium was overflowing with sword aura!

For Alessandro Mograini, it was interesting to occasionally see the quarrels between nobles and leaders, after all, watching the so-called nobles show their ugly faces has always been one of the illicit tastes of the Ashes Herald. But to let the Great Lord himself accompany them to play word games with that kind of tortuous language, and it would be insensitive. For those clowns who provoke them, the Ember Bringer has always used only one way to refute them

However, in the blink of an eye, before everyone present could react, the awe-inspiring blade of the Ash Messenger had already been attached to Aiden Pernord's neck, and a tiny blood mark cut by the wind pressure became terrifying against the background of the holy light.

"You know, you're wrong, idiot!"

"The Minethil family is not extinct, and the beast of Arthas is still in charge of his walking dead in Northrend. If you'd like to talk to the Lich King......"

Holding the Ash Messenger in his hand, Mograini looked down at the other man's eyes, cold as if he were looking at a dead man:

"I wouldn't mind giving you a ride!"

"...... as a corpse"

"Alexander, lay down the Ember Bringer! Now that we're here for the summit, why don't we sit down and talk? ”

An old man with gray hair and a tough face stood up. With his eyes sunken, he grabbed an iron crown with almost no decoration on his head, and spoke unhurriedly.

"Talk?" Alessandro Mograini did not abandon the sharp Ember Messenger as he had been admonished, but turned his head and spoke in a detached tone to the figure who had been spotted from the moment he entered the room but had deliberately ignored it: "Jean Greymane, from the day you built that wall of betrayers (Note 1), from the moment you ignored Lordaeron's plea for help......"

"There's nothing to talk about between us!"

The situation is uncertain and the situation is abrupt.

The summit of the Seven Kingdoms of Mankind has not yet begun, and it is already tense...... (To be continued......)

PS: Note 1: Refers to the Wall of Greymane, during the invasion of the natural disaster, in order to defend against the undead, the Kingdom of Gilneth built this wall, trying to save itself from the invasion of the undead.

ps: Yesterday the Dragon Boat Festival, I went to my grandparents' house for the holiday, and I was lazy~~ 4000+ today.

Ask for support, ask for tickets.

PS2: Still no one has guessed who the mysterious person is going to appear? I'll narrow it down, human, powerful, famous! The most important thing is to be in a state of "disappearance"! You know who it is, right?

The first guessed book review has an experience reward ~I1292