The majestic Tower of the Sun is behind you, and the ebb and flow of the Sun Strait is not far away, and the bright panorama of the Well of the Sun is reflected in the sparkling sea, like a magnificent bridge connecting the two shores.

At this moment, Lanlos's mind was not on this, his gaze stayed on the tombstone in front of him.

"Are you really not going to the after-dinner party?" In the shadows behind him, Seris broke the silence that had been sore for a long time with a slight cough, "This is a rare opportunity. ”

"Darkan, you mean?" Lanlos raised his head, his deep eyes cast into the sea, as if to merge with it, "There is no need, after all, you have all checked him for so many years, and he has not shown his feet. ”

"Are you looking down on us?" said Serris, looking a little embarrassed.

Indeed, after Darkan dumped the blame on Ranros and threatened him with a personal attack, the Shadowwalkers circled around him almost every day. Not only to get justice for Lanlos, but more importantly, to know why he lied.

It's a pity that that incident is closely related to the Well of the Sun, and Darkan is also a good person, knowing that the truth will ruin his future, at least so far, it can be described as quite well hidden.

"No, I just don't think there's any point in pursuing it. Lanlos shook his head, barely relieved, "Instead of wasting time, it's better to wait for the rabbit, he will always show his feet." ”

"You're so optimistic. Ceris obviously didn't believe this, and leaned against the trunk with both hands on the back of his head, looking helpless.

Lanros smiled and didn't respond.

"Don't forget to invite me for a drink when you have time. "The Shadow Walker itself is a chore, and seeing that Lanlos is unmoved, Thiris did not waste any more time, shook his sour arm, and disappeared into the shadows with a puff of smoke.

"Yes, if you have time. Turning the bottle of Kael'thas sponsored extravagant red wine, Lanlos opened it without any pity and slowly poured it in front of the tomb.

Soon, Lanlos, who had finished worshipping, stood up and looked at the strait ahead, but he was not in a hurry to leave.

"It's rare to see you again, aren't you even willing to say hello to me?"

After a moment of silence, a limping figure stepped out of the bushes not far away. Hearing the sound of rustling getting closer, Lanloth's face gradually showed a kind smile that he had not seen for a long time.

"It's good to see you, Verin. ”

As Lanloth turned, a High Elf with a cane in his hand came into view.

The originally clean and handsome face has been clearly marked by the ruthless years, and the sparse beard is piled up at the chin. The long golden hair, which was originally like the sun, had obviously not been carefully cared for for a long time, and it was scattered in a mess, withering and fading under the ravages of the sea breeze.

The strong and pungent smell of wine came to his face, and with his vain steps and the bottle of cheap liquor in his hand, a trace of unbearability flashed in Lanlos's eyes: "Verin, you ......"

"What a waste. Unceremoniously interrupting the other party, Verin burped, staggered forward, and snatched the rest of the red wine from the other party's hand, "Dust doesn't taste wine." ”

Watching Verin throw his head up and slam his beard with the liquid spilled down, staining his tattered robes scarlet, Lanros frowned, but didn't interfere.

Belch~

Once again, without any scruples, Verin looked satisfied, and sat down on the ground: "Ah, this taste is really good." ”

Verin was holding the empty wine bottle with a stupid look, and his crazy appearance made it impossible to reunite the confident and sunny archmage of the past with him.

Lanlos was silent for a long time, squatted down, took out bottles of various valuable wines from the space bag, opened them one by one without hesitation, and sat on the ground like the other party, without making any other sound.

The intertwined aromas of various wines filled the tip of his nose, and Verin's eyes suddenly straightened, and he was not polite, grabbing the wine bottle and pouring it directly into his mouth.

Bottle after bottle......

His clothes were completely soaked by the spilled booze, but Verin continued to drink tirelessly like a madman. The liquor roared like a sharp blade piercing his intestines, and gradually, his eyes were filled with countless scarlet bloodshots, and warm tears overflowed the corners of his eyes, dripping silently into the mud beneath him.

Vomit!

He finally reached his limit, and Verin tilted his head and clutched his chest, as if he wanted to vomit everything out completely.

The churning of his stomach cleared his mind, and Verin wiped the corners of his mouth and looked at the young elf across from him.

"Feel better?"

Verin smiled bitterly and shook her head, "How did you find me?" ”

"There are not many people who know that Sorania drinks alcohol, and the obvious smell in front of the tomb proves that you haven't gone far. ”

"Where can I go?" Verin's eyes darkened, "I've been with him for more than ten years. ”

"You don't have to look for me, Lanloth, just leave me alone here. ”

Looking at those eyes without any color, Lanlos's voice deliberately deepened: "I know that the Magnus affair has hit you hard, but you shouldn't bury yourself, the council still needs you." ”

Verin just laughed to herself, "If they really need me, I can't be quiet for so long." ”

Lanros was silent, and after a long hesitation, he took out a tattered codex from his bosom and carefully placed it in front of the other party.

"Is this, Erianne's note?" Velin picked it up with a blank look in his eyes, "Why are you here?"

Lanlos didn't answer his question, and after leaving a letter that had been prepared a long time ago, he slowly stood up and turned to leave.

"I'm on my own, and the Council needs your strength, Verin, and I hope you'll make the right choice. ”

The back of the elven mage faded away, and the words from the faint sky were like a thunderbolt from the sky, making Verin stay in place. After a long time, he opened the letter with bloody facts.

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Standing on the watchtower, Lothar looked at the soldiers who were training intensively below, and his mind gradually drifted away.

With Terenus' absolute support, the Lordaeron Alliance was eventually formed. Tol Bain and Prodmore were the most active, even holding mobilization rallies at home even during their participation. Antonidas was no longer conservative and sent many spellcasters to cooperate with the troops of various countries in combat drills.

The only things that didn't go well were Perrynord and Greymane.

The former was not surprised by the reluctance of Lothar, who, like some of the high-flying creatures in Stormwind, was slick and ill-intentioned, always liking to wander outside of the interests and safety of others, and staring at so-called self-interest.

He is a qualified politician who deliberately uses the least amount of money to win the maximum bargaining chips for himself and his country.

What really surprised Lothar was Jean Greymane.

This rugged man with a strong physique was undoubtedly a warrior, and he didn't explicitly say he didn't want to fight, but whenever the conversation came about joint operations, he always diverted attention.

It wasn't until many days of stalemate that Lothar found the answer from Terenus.

Unlike the monolithic geography of Kul Tiras and Alterac, Gilneth is surrounded by mountains and silver pine forests to the north, and the abundant natural resources give the people of Gilnes absolute self-confidence, and both Jean and his father are isolationists, and on the surface they have not established long-term and strong trade and political exchanges with any other kingdom.

Greyman's conceit made him distrust the other kings, as being an alliance meant that he and his army were not just fighting for their homeland. This question, in the last few days when it was discussed who would command the operation, was completely detonated.

Everyone thinks that they have the qualifications and strength to lead the battle, and the first to bear the brunt is naturally Terenus who gathers everyone, and Lordaeron's military strength can be called the strongest, so it is understandable for him to serve as the leader. But leading the battle is not simply greater than less, and Torbain believes that he has the most experience in combat, and he is the most suitable person.

As soon as these words came out, Perinold, who was competing with him, was naturally unhappy, and he thought that although his troops were not many, as a commander, his wisdom and cunning were enough to do the job.

Greymane was blown up, he simply could not accept the other kings commanding him and his army, after all, his relationship with them was so fragile that no one could guarantee that any other king would not use his troops like cannon fodder. If that were the case, he would rather quit.

Prodmoor, by contrast, was much more calm, and no one was more qualified and experienced to command his naval forces.

As for Antonidas, he is only in charge of a city, but the power of the people he rules is the most powerful of all the troops. However, the tall and stern city lord had no interest in commanding the army, and even gave the most suitable advice at this critical moment.

That is to have Lothar as the Supreme Commander, the Stormwind General has enough command experience to go head-to-head with their common enemies, the Orcs, and understand their strengths and flaws. What's more, his noble bloodline is the most powerful arm to smooth out all disputes.