With the exception of Stormwind, the other delegates had arrived, and Malfurion felt that it was time for the summit to begin. In order to put the delegates in a good mood, he and Tyrande agreed to hold a banquet for all the guests. The Night Elves were accustomed to working with these diurnal races, so they scheduled the dinner party at sunset in an open area near Darnassus. In front of them was an endless variety of food and drink, and surrounded by a quiet and peaceful forest, the visiting lords, envoys, and their attachés gradually relaxed. Even Drukan, who had always fetched food on his own ship, made an exception and accepted the food offered by the hosts...... It's just that first ask his designated taster to check whether it is poisonous.

The Night Elves musicians play not only music composed by their own people, but also music loved by the people of all nationalities represented by the guests. These pieces share a common thread: to inspire and look to the future.

However, there are still annoying whispers in private. Malfurion had spoken to several delegates to confirm his doubts about the current state of affairs in the countries. Despite his confident look, each time he heard it, he became more and more frustrated.

In the realm of the Dwarven Kingdom, food is becoming scarce. Ancient enemies threaten the security of an entire race. To add insult to injury, many of the dwarven tunnels that collapsed in the cataclysm still need to be cleared. Although it is not yet an emergency, it is not far away.

The kingdoms of humanity are also in dire need of reconstruction, and some of them are at odds over new frontier demarcations. Food and shelter are common problems, and Tyrande and Malfurion have promised the Night Elves to do their best to help. Members of the Elune Sisterhood and Druids have traveled to the Coalition's territories to use their powers to heal the wounds of people and nature.

According to Malfurion, this was not enough.

But overall, the banquet had already had the effect he wanted. Even the dwarves did not quarrel with each other, and the gnomes did not release any new inventions with disastrous consequences.

Malfurion sat next to Tyrande, looking at the few empty seats to his right from time to time. "Jean said he's coming soon," the High Priestess reminded her husband. "Idrik just came to talk. ”

"I felt like Idrik, but I wasn't sure at the time. Over there—" He paused, noticing a figure walking towards the feast. "Strange. Who's that guy now? Looks like a Draenei!"

Tyrande narrowed her eyes at him—a movement she'd been doing more and more lately. "That's no ordinary Draenei!

Others also noticed the extremely tall figure—he was almost a foot taller than Malfurion—and that the Prophet Velons were dressed in golden robes. Her complexion is as white as alabaster. =), legs end with forked thick hooves. His shoulder-length silver hair was tied into richly decorated braids, and his waist-length beard was commensurate.

Veron's bright blue eyes shone brightly. But the most striking thing is the bright sigil hanging over his head, which symbolizes the blessing of the mysterious Naru. These Naru are from beyond Azeroth. Or even somewhere outside the outer realms of another world. They are energy beings who are in harmony with the Light, and Veron is the Chief Prophet of the Light of the Draenei. Other Draenei have been blessed by Naru, but no one can compare to this one. In fact, not only was there a flow of holy light in the sigil, but there was also a faint halo around the majestic figure of the comer...... Although it may also be just an illusion of the eyes.

Velon's appearance seems to be out of time. There are only slight wrinkles around the eyes that have gone through the ages. However, when he looked closely, there were still tiny cracks in his alabaster skin, like a statue carved countless years ago. Malfurion didn't know the Draenei's true age, but it was true that he was older than any living Night Elves.

When Velun took his seat, even Drukan stood up. All the guests bowed respectfully or bowed to him. This draenei reveals a serenity and erudition that most people can only dream of. It is not surprising that Velen was not only the leader of his people, but also a priest.

The Draenei raised a long purple staff in his hand, the head of the crystal staff pointing in the direction of Malfurion and Tyrande. The two large crystals and a slightly smaller crystal at the bottom of the staff briefly shone brightly. "Hats off, Grand Druid and High Priestess, excuse me for interrupting ......"

"The presence of the Prophet is in no way an intrusion," Tyrande replied solemnly. Said both to the new guests and to others. "Lord Veron is our friend, always welcomed by Darnassus. We are all grateful to him and the Draenei for their support in their recent battles with the Burning Legion demons. ”

The pastor bowed his head. "It is up to us Draenei to thank the Alliance for acceptance, and even to fight against the evil of the Burning Legion. Don't take it lightly! There has never been a world that has been able to withstand the attack of demons, or more than once!"

Tyrande once again credited this to those present, but still emphasized, "If it weren't for you and the Draenei, we might not have been able to win the final victory, Veron. This is a fact that no one can deny. ”

"It's my pleasure that you think so, but we will always be grateful to Azeroth. Therefore, I have come to promise you. The Draenei will do everything in their power to help the lands of the Alliance in the way we do best. ”

There was a cry of surprise from everyone, and the Night Elves were no exception. Malfurion leaned forward. "Aren't your people returning to the Outland......s?

Velen smiled, as if he had expected to face this problem. "Some people have been sent back to rebuild our civilization. But what remains of us will remain in Azeroth to do our part. ”

The High Priestess looked around. "I think I can speak for all of you in expressing my gratitude for this noble act. ”

Most of the other coalition representatives whispered their approval. Only the Black Iron Dwarves don't seem entirely happy with the news. Velons seemed very relieved by this.

"Your guests, please," added Tyrande, immediately motioning for the waiters to take a seat next to her and Malfurion. In this way, this unexpected guest will not crowd out the other representatives.

"I would love to be with all my friends. Just give me some water. ”

Despite what he said, Tyrande had some food and wine brought in. Despite his somewhat surprising announcement, the Draenei were a welcome guest.

The banquet settled. The atmosphere became more and more lively. Tyrande exchanged a hopeful look with Malfurion.

To their right, a cheerful laugh from the Kudlan's Indelenei, who was sitting next to Veron, caught the attention of the Night Elves. Seeing the effect of his words on the dwarf, the prophet Velun couldn't help but smile. Kudran turned and relayed what he had just heard from Veron to one of his men—but he stopped suddenly. Vigilantly watched as a group of people stepped forward. At the same time, the musicians apparently noticed the new guests and stopped playing.

Jean Greymane is finally here.

King Gilneth was accompanied by four men, three men and one woman. Idrik is also one of the guards. At the moment, Jean was whispering something to him.

As seen before, the Gilneys looked like any other human, though Jean's guards were clearly seasoned warriors. If it weren't for his confident stride, Jean wouldn't look much different from the others; He did not wear many ornaments to symbolize his status as a king, except for the crest of Gilneth on the heart of his shirt. When he walked into the assembly hall. He touched his hand absentmindedly at the coat of arms. Since the fall of his kingdom, the once-arrogant king has become extraordinarily humble.

If there's one thing that sets the Gilneys apart from other humans, it's the alertness in their eyes when they walk in. However, this is because of uninhibition rather than suspicion. But this uninhibited is not a challenge to someone present, but to the whole world.

When they arrived at the feast, Jean raised his hands to shoulder level. The other Gilneys stopped, and the king continued six steps forward before finally stopping in front of the Night Elves.

"I'm sorry. Something inevitable was delayed. His gaze looked at Velon. "You must be the Prophet Velon. I've heard a lot about you, I just didn't know you would be here today. The contemptible is Jean Greyman. ”

The prophet bowed to him slightly. "Hello, King of Gilneth. I know your story too. ”

Tyrande and Malfurion stood up. The High Priestess spoke, "Welcome. Gene Greymane, please come and sit with us!"

"Before that, I have something to say to someone in the premises. ”

His words drew curious and nervous glances from the other leaders and envoys. Malfurion struggled to resist the urge to frown.

"Please, Jean," said the Grand Druid with a final encouragement. "We'd love to listen. ”

Malfurion's words silenced the others, though some of them, especially the Black Iron Dwarves, still looked at them warily and uneasily.

The king nodded. "I'll make a short story. Years ago, I made a terrible decision. I turned my back on the Union, thinking that it was the best path for my people. It turned out to be a regrettable mistake. He cleared his throat. "I want to say thank you all for giving me a second chance. ”

With that, Jean bowed to the other guests. Then he took his attendants into their seats. In order not to continue to embarrass the human, Tyrande immediately motioned for the musicians to continue playing. She also had the waiters bring food to the Gilnes and more food for the other guests.

The banquet continued. The delegates began to talk privately, which made the scene unconsciously take on a bit of sternness. Kudran turned sideways and said something to Tward. Although the ** division frowned, he couldn't help nodding. Across from them, Drukan squinted at them before continuing to eat. But after a moment he looked up again, and to his astonishment, he had a private conversation with the master craftsman.

"Do you think these conversations are a sign of hope or disillusionment?" Malfurion asked his partner quietly, his serene expression masking his worries.

"Their territory needs to be restored. Even we are the same. They all undoubtedly wanted to get some help from others. In that sense, it unites them...... But only if they don't feel like they have to sacrifice too much for it. ”

What this means is that you think these conversations are both. ”

Tyrande took his hand. "Yes, my love, unfortunately I do. She smiled. "But at least they're talking, so we can do our work again—"

He noticed her gaze looking behind him. "What's wrong?"

"There are two sentries who want to get our attention. ”

The Great Druid pretended to be casual and turned in that direction. Trying to get their attention is an understatement. Apparently it was only because of the large number of Alliance officials gathered that the two sentinels did not rush directly at their leader. The two deliberately stayed in a place where most people at the banquet could not see. They both had weapons in their hands, and from time to time they looked back as if there was something behind them.

"Perhaps, Stormwind?" He asked.

The High Priestess stood up. If that's the case, it's not a good thing from the point of view of their posture. ”

He looked around at the guests and whispered. "I'll go with you. ”

She didn't refuse. As the High Priestess left the table, Velen looked up at her with a slight bow, as if to indicate that if they needed his support, whatever it was, he would help.

Other guests watched them go, but the two Night Elves didn't know it. They walked slowly and finally came to the two sentinels.

Only then did they realize that there were at least six sentries standing behind the two, as well as a gloomy Mavi.

Tyrande looked at the door and said, "Tell me." ”

It was Mavi who answered, not the Sentinel Leader. She stepped forward and replied, "High priestess...... We found a corpse. ”

The Great Druid's face was cold. "Take us to see it. ”

Tyrande instructed one of his most senior priestesses to attend to the guests. With this out of the way, she and Malfurion left the banquet with the others.

Mavi and the sentinels walked straight towards the temple.

"I decided," the warden leader told them, "I think it's the most appropriate." ”

"You're doing the right thing," admitted the High Priestess.

They finally found themselves in an inner chamber that was rarely used on a regular basis, where two sentries guarded a covered object that looked like a Night Elf.

"Who is it?" Tyrande couldn't wait for someone to pull open the makeshift cloth, so he asked first.

Mavi took off her helmet and tucked it under her arm, and she looked directly at Malfurion. "An upper-class elf. I've heard that it's the one who reported the disappearance. ”

A sentry lifts the mortuary cloth to reveal the corpse's face. As Mavi said, it was an upper elf. Malfurion also immediately recognized who he was.

"Serablin......" exclaimed the Grand Druid. "Where did you find him?"

"It's not too far from where I and the other guards trained," Mavi replied with an angry face.

Tyrande's expression was stern. "He didn't die in an accident, did he?"

Mavi reached out and pulled the veil away. The terrible wound under the jaw of the upper elf was revealed to the two shocked night elves. "Unless he's going to rip his throat twice - I guess the second time is just for some fun" - she straightened up - "and make sure the strip was still stuck in his body when he fell to the ground." ”

Her tone was cold, as if describing the shape of a stone rather than the corpse of a murdered fellow citizen. But Malfurion and Tyrande were not surprised to hear her: Mavi had always been meticulous in the discharge of her duties, and had always been to the point.

"What does the strip say?" The Great Druid asked, feeling a chill run through his back.

Mavi was prepared. She handed over a tattered piece of parchment, most of which had been stained red with poor Serablin's blood. A line of Night Elf text was scribbled on it in the mage's blood, but in a font that had long been discarded, reminding people of the past. At that time, Sin-Essari was still the capital of the country, and the evil of Queen Esshara was not yet known.

No traitor will be spared...... (To be continued.) )