"Knowing that someone will never be able to forgive them," Tyrande said.

But we thought they would all be able to listen to the reason, or at least not develop into such an evil act. The Grand Druid turned his gaze to Mavi. "Found near your training ground?"

"Yes. Either someone wants to take him as a gift, or they just want to blame the Keeper troops. ”

Her words are not unreasonable. Mavi and her Keeper forces resented the High Elves' plans to eventually turn the prodigal son.

"We're going to get to the bottom of it," Tyrande said, "and it has to be." ”

Malfurion agreed. "More importantly, we must identify and address the perpetrators before the situation deteriorates further. This can't be a coincidence! It's not just for the upper elves; They want to create chaos during the summit. ”

"You're right, I love. I'll make Santis—"

Mavi suddenly knelt down in front of Tyrande, bowed her head, and said, "Please let me find out the culprit! I know the truth better than anyone! I have examined all the clues on the corpse, and I have carefully examined the area where the corpse was found! No one can do more. Leave this matter to me, and I swear that I will do everything in my power to punish those who seek to stir up unrest among our people!"

Tyrande looked at Malfurion, and he nodded. The High Priestess pressed a hand lightly on Mavi's shoulder. The Night Elf, half-kneeling, looked up at her with a determined expression.

"I can't think of anyone who is more dedicated to the well-being of our people. You're in charge of this investigation, Mavi, and I wish you success. ”

Some of the sentinels seemed unhappy with the choice, but they remained silent.

Mavi looked at Tyrande as if she had fulfilled the greatest longing of her life. She stood up and saluted the two. "I'll find out, no matter what it takes!"

"I still want you to be careful, Mavi. ”

Garrod's sister nodded reluctantly, but there was no sign of approval in her eyes. Both Tyrande and Malfurion knew how dedicated Mavi would be once she was on the job. Neither of them said anything to dissuade the watchers.

"The High Elves will want us to return Serabrin's body. Malfurion commented. "I guess that's better left to me. They already felt that the other Night Elves would rather see them wiped out of the face of Azeroth; And that doesn't make them have a good temper. ”

"Just do as you say. The High Priestess stroked his cheek. "But you have to watch out for their people. ”

"You know I will. ”

Mavi bowed her head again, "Granted." I immediately began a search. ”

Tyrande nodded. So Mavi put his helmet back on and left silently.

"I'll send four sentinels to accompany you to meet the upper elves. Tyrande said to her husband. "Let them carry the corpses. ”

"I'd better get some druids to help me. At this juncture, it's not a good idea to let the upper elves see heavily armed warriors. ”

She knew it was a wise choice. "Are you going to leave now?"

"There's no rush yet. I'd like to hear what Veron thinks about this, and on other things. I didn't expect him to come. But it was a coincidence. Once everyone knows about the murder, we need his steadfast demeanor to stabilize the scene. At that time, suspicion between the various forces may suddenly surface. ”

They decided to keep the Sentinels here. Tyrande recruited two more priestesses who were skilled in the art of conservation, and told them to keep the corpses as fresh as possible.

The Grand Druid and the High Priestess hurried back to the feast, knowing that they could not afford to delay too long before informing the High Elves of the discovery. They were worried that their absence would upset the rest of the attendees, but they were relieved. Everyone seemed at ease. Most of this had something to do with Velon, who had left his seat to talk to the Black Iron Dwarf. Neither Night Elf knew what would bring the Draenei and the Dwarves together. But Veron somehow not only diverted Drukan's attention, but also made him laugh.

"The light works amazingly," Malfurion whispered to his wife.

And Veron is clearly good at diplomacy as well. Tyrande paused as she saw another sentry approach. "News again......"

The sentry saluted, then immediately said, "High Priestess, the people of Stormwind have arrived. ”

The news was a mixed blessing for Malfurion and his partner. Tyrande asked, "When?"

"When I came to deliver the message. They had just disembarked. But I couldn't find you here. ”

The High Priestess looked at her husband. "I have instructed the attendants on duty at the portal to take them to their lodgings as soon as the mission comes. But I've got to go and say hi to Varian......"

Across from them, Jean Greymane suddenly raised his voice, drowning out the noise around him. Jean was visibly relaxed, partly because of the approval he had received, and partly because of the dwarven ale that had just been poured down. So he began to talk to several of Kudran's attachés about his past wars with the Horde.

"The key is to keep the battle line in order," said the king as Malfurion and Tyrande walked towards Velon. "If we are divided, the ravens will feast on our corpses! Everyone knows that cowering may make their comrades die for his mistakes, and no one wants to! We utter the battle cry of the Gilneth people—"

The earth-shattering cry for mercy would make the orcs turn away in disgust. A voice said mockingly.

The words had an immediate effect on Jean Greymane. He jumped to his feet in a rage. Lifted the food and drink in front of him, completely ignoring where or who spilled it. A dark shadow hung over him, and for a moment it seemed to swell and begin to change.

"Who would dare to slander me and Gilneth so maliciously?"

His furious gaze quickly swept over the faces of everyone present, trying to find the culprit. Most people just looked back at Jean, apparently as shocked by the rampant statement as he was. A few look left and right in worry.

And others. Malfurion and Tyrande, for example, shifted their gaze from Jean Greymane to the direction where the speaker stood. Malfurion took a step toward the majestic figure, but the High Priestess reached out and grabbed him.

King Gilneth noticed their movements. He followed their gaze to the condemner.

"You ......"

"And after all the braggies of the orcs, you undoubtedly did as all the brave Gilneys: hide until the war is over......"

Jean clearly wanted to rush over and rip his opponent's throat. He clenched his hands in the air, as if he had pinched his enemy's trachea. But he remained where he was, only snarling in exasperation.

But the newcomer only gave him a contemptuous glance at his reaction. Then he turned more politely to the host of the banquet and bowed.

"High Priestess Tyrande. Grand Druid Malfurion. It's a pleasure to see you all again. Varian Ureon said calmly. (To be continued.) )