Anastarian sat atop the ornate throne, his gaze scanning the members of the Silvermoon Council and a series of noble representatives who sat at the edge of the hall below, without saying a word.

Not to mention the dancing girls and the good food and wine, except for the king, everyone present seemed to be trembling, and they didn't even talk to each other. It's been a long time since this kind of serious scene happened, and the last time it appeared was because a high-ranking official privately contracted a hugely profitable state-owned commercial and trade industry.

After all, the legislators present here from various noble families, if they hadn't moved their crooked minds, how could they keep the assets left by their parents?

Because of this, they simply hated the black leather armor-clad High Elf behind Anastarian.

Serris frowned, he had suffered too much of this gaze since he formed the Shadow Walker. Silently wrote down the dignitaries with red eyes in his heart, and while planning to arrange for his subordinates to check the water meter, he presented the secrets in his hands to the king.

"Take it easy, guys. Anastarian gave him a brief look before finally breaking the oppressive atmosphere, "I've summoned you here because I need your advice. ”

"I'm sure you've heard of the orcs that appeared in the south. Anastarian's words put a soothing in the hearts of many.

"I've heard that the Stormwind Kingdom has fallen. ”

"So fast? It's only been a few months. ”

"Hmph, the human kingdom is already vulnerable. ”

......

The hall was bustling with activity, with the nobles constantly displaying their 'knowledge' about orcs and humans, but no one made the king's suggestion.

"Alright. Stopping everyone, Anastarian nodded at the Archmage, "Since everyone doesn't know very well, let's let this insider tell us in detail." ”

Bi Luohua raised his hand, and the magic turned into a real hurricane, and slowly opened the door, and with a burst of exclamations, an elven mage wearing a black cloak entered everyone's sight.

The shoulders woven of inky crow feathers rippled gently, like black flames, and like invisible mist. Coupled with a full set of gray-brown cheap leather armor inside the cloak, it shows the strangeness and weirdness of the visitor.

"Good day, Your Majesty, and my lords. With his right hand on his left shoulder, Lanlos bowed slightly.

After all, he was the object of the original trial, and most of the dignitaries and dignitaries present knew Lanros, but when it came to what the king had just done, no one came forward to point out his identity.

Those who can sit in this hall are not smart, but they must have vision.

Seeing that everyone looked at him very tacitly, Anastarian slowly got up, and his old but still strong voice spread to everyone's ears: "I know that some of you are prejudiced against Lanloth, thinking that he is a threat, that he is an exile, that he should not be here. However, the laws of Quel'Salas never provided for 'exiles are never allowed to return to their homeland'. ”

"Not to mention that there is such a good reason. ”

The mention of the word 'homeland' on such an occasion was a bit sensitive, and Lanros furrowed his brows, although he was a little resigned, but he thought of what Kael'thas had told him, and he didn't say much: "Thank you for your leniency, Your Majesty. ”

Bowing slightly, Lanloth took out the letter and handed it to the squire: "I am here to be entrusted by King Lordaeron, Terenus Minehir, to convey Lordaeron's sincere request for an alliance on the basis of confirming the friendly coexistence between the two sides. ”

"Coalition request?" As Anastarian read the letter, a member of the Silvermoon Council said tentatively in an uncertain tone, "I'm sorry, I heard you right, are you talking about the humans who refused to come to our aid?"

"I remember, you fought in that war, Lanloth. After arousing the resentment hidden in the hearts of everyone, the words of the councillor gradually sharpened, "Do you remember? The Queldore who died beside you, their appearance, their names, ......"

"I know what you're going to say. Lanlos frowned, originally wanting to go straight to the past, but he inadvertently saw the elven councilor who was silently holding his red top hat next to the man.

The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and as Lanlos took a step forward, it seemed that at this moment, his figure was inexplicably taller, and in the hall where the dark tide was surging, nothing could shake his will.

"I fought in that war, and my comrades-in-arms, my compatriots, shed their blood and died for it, and even I paid a great price for it. Although his mood was mediocre and undulating, everyone faintly felt the same feeling, like the beginning of a storm, like the prelude to a storm.

"I also wondered if we would shed less blood if humanity sent reinforcements, and if it would be easier to win, but as you said, they didn't. ”

"But I want to ask, who is at war with whom?"

Waiting around for a week, no one responded, they weren't stupid, they knew what Lanlos was trying to say.

"Yes, it's our war with the trolls, and we have no reason to blame the human nations for their inaction. Seeing that the councillor who was about to say something was glared back by a look from Darkan next to him, Lanlos was not interested, "This is their choice, they have enough reason to do so after we unilaterally cut off contact with humanity." ”

"Listen to you, we can also 'exchange courtesies'?" he replied by a lawmaker he was not familiar with.

"Of course. Lan Los wasn't worried, "If it's just Lordaeron's request for help." ”

"But that's not all. Anastarian, who had read the letter, took his words, "But are you sure?Anduin Lothar, are you sure that he is really a descendant of Arathor, a descendant of Soladin?"

As soon as these words came out, the hall was in an uproar. Everyone knows what the name 'Soladin' means, and the most important thing for the immortal species is the memory of history.

Lanlos met the king's gaze and nodded slowly, "In the name of Sdomka and Quelzaram." ”

The former is the artifact that allowed Lanloth to shine in the Troll Wars, and the latter is Anduin Lothar's current sword. The names of these two weapons are sufficient to prove that what he said is true.

"Soladin the Great has helped us defend our homeland, and our ancestors have promised to help him and his heirs in times of need. The Elven King said as he watched the reactions of the crowd, and to his relief, despite the shock on their faces, no one objected at this time.

"Quel'Thallas is true to his word, although the battle on the front line is still scorching, I will spare a group of men to support the humans, as for you......" Anastarian looked at Lanlos again, and that slightly burning gaze made the latter's scalp tingle, "Lanlos, if you can lead Queldore to glory in this war, I solemnly promise that the door of Quel'Thallas will be reopened for you." ”

As soon as the words fell, everyone once again became calm: "Your Majesty, he is an exile!"

"He's not just an exile, he's also a hero of Quel'Thalas. The Elven King's whole body seemed to be relieved when he said this, as if he had let go of the burden that had been weighing on his shoulders for years, "I have never had a chance to thank you for your blood and efforts at the Well of the Sun, and it is not too late. ”

"Thank you and your teacher Solania for the sacrifice you made for Quel'Thalas. ”

In Lanlos's opinion, at this moment, the kindness and gentleness on the old king's face were the same as those of Kael'thas not long ago.

"I did my best. There was no impassioned promise, no unfortunate refusal to lose face, Lanlos just nodded slightly, looking very perfunctory.

The meeting was almost over, and at the King's request, Lanros repeated what he had said to Aurelia before. Of course, only the part about orcs.

I have said a long time ago that this is a transaction, a transaction that has spread out the ending on the bright side.

Kael'thas could hide it from everyone, but not from his father, now King Quel'Thalas. Even the prince saw and valued his talents of Lanloth, and as the Elven King, Anastarian could not turn a blind eye even to his mediocrity.

It's a deal, and as long as Anduin Lothar's bloodline is revealed, Quel'Salas will definitely send troops, although Anastarian will not have a large army. And Lanloth, as long as he can increase Quel'Thalas's prestige among the human kingdoms, he can regain the appreciation of the elven kingdom.

Although he didn't really need it.

A game that only a few people know about, an exchange of interests. It's ridiculous that there are still people who want to stop it?

Thinking of this, Lanlos glanced pitifully at the bowler-hated Darkan, and the panicked councillor beside him.